What a slog of a day. Confusion, delusion, disappointment, a memory blank or two, and forever sort of in semi-control, couldn’t-care-less, and or Fretting about having nothing to fret over modes.Honestly, I worry about myself at times, then sink into an almost, but not quite there, semi-accepting-everything without bothering period.And even with the Carers and the nurse calling, I spent far too long on this blog. But enjoyed it… apart the the self-detrimental and imitation happy-go-lucky periods. Which were all mingled together at times. Talk about up & down! Humph!.
04:45hrs: Great colour this morning. I felt tired out still, and had to encourage myself to escape the c1966, £300 Oxfam charity shop bought, second-hand, itchy, wincingly grotty, beige coloured, crumb-covered from my nocturnal nibblings, itch-making, uncomfortable, positively unhealthy & dangerous, no longer operational, virus-breeding, easy-to-fall-out-of catheter-tube-trapping, recliner. Caught my balance, and began to revert to my usual morning state of confusion and more confusion.
Ablutions and the first of the four visits to the Throne. Each event was of a similar nature. Apart from this first evacuation, that is. I think a slow starter? Yet I could feel the bubbling and brewing from within, and I fully anticipated the usual of late, ‘Splushes-Splashes’ and all-done routine in seconds. But No! I spent several minutes counting the cracks on the ceiling, and then I got the crossword book and spent ages on them. Not that I got many answers in, but enjoyed it all the same. Then, the motion started and finished in seconds. Why the delay, I don’t know, I’m sure.
The legs are getting fatter at the top, and the left is thinner at the bottom.
I must report that the getting rather annoying, and bothersome is getting uncomfortable and causing lesions on the skin? With
Waste bags were collated. And left in the hallway close to the front door for collection by the kind carer. At this stage, I had a little bother when suddenly gave up the ghost momentarily. But being in the hallway was a help, as I could reach and use the walls to prevent any tumbling onto the floor. Yes, I had not taken a stick with me. Tsk! Lucky really!
I took this with the window open from inside the balcony, at the right end, facing North, towards Daybrook, Arnold and eventually Mansfield. The rain was coming, and the mudslide growing. Then some snaps of the weather, and views from the kitchenette windows. But I did my bestestist! Hehe!
The weather made getting a decent shot taken rather difficult. Yes, they were not so good either today. Why? I’ve no idea. So I cleaned the glasses later & washed the eyes.
Returned to close the balcony window I’d left open. (The rain & wind coming in prompted me to! Hehe!) And spotted a new vehicle in the car park from the earlier photo. So took this shot with it in. A motorbike, paramedic, or police possibly?
Either way, not a good sign.
This may have been a mistakenly taken picture?
The last view of my leg’s condition was before the District Nurse arrived minutes later. bless her cotton socks, to sort me out with new paraphernalia straps & bandages!.
The arrival of any nurse always cheers up near toothless Inchy! Haha!
The nurse had brought a lot of new gear to use on me again today. I felt so cared about! I was smiling, joking and in fine mental form… Honestly!
More spare compression bandages and lesion pads. A big bagful. It looks to me like it will be a long job anticipated in getting the legs sorted out? A new black wind-on compression sock.The nurse first removed the bandage from the right leg. I loved the ridges it had left on the skin, and I asked her if she’d take a photo of it, for me to use on the blog. She took the two above for me. You can see how well the compressioning had reduced the fluid. content of the right leg! She then put on the black leg support on the left leg. This will need changing every so often and washing.
Watching the Angel fit it, was such a complicated procedure. I don’t think the Carers will not be able to do it without much further instruction.Before doing this, she took a snap of the leg with (above left). With newankle ulcers forming. The black compression sock did not show up in this photo. I thanked her most-muchly; she said she, or someone would be back next Tuesday to check things out and make any changes needed. ♥
On my fourth visit to the , or rather, after my fourth visit, I realised that the olive oil dropper bottle was nearly empty. So I meandered wobblingly into the kitchenette, and started searching (I never found it) for the mini cone out. (Found some on eBay and ordered them, free delivery from China?) played dead for a few seconds… this time she got me – Crunched down on the hard floor, but the helped soften the blow. And there was no damage caused to anything, other than my knee. Hehe!
Discombobulated, I closed the computer and got a very much-belated, but needed 4-hour-leg-up-session in the £300 second-hand shop purchased, c1966, welt-causing, uncomfortable, not-working, itch-inspirational, crumb-containing recliner. Waking up a few hours later, I decided to have my second mug of tea of the day. Utilising , and carefully taking this shot from the kitchen window, of the fast-disappearing sun. Not too bad an effort.
Got some nosh done. Potato Cakes, the last of the sweet Jenny-donated tomatoes, and some pickled beetroots. Which were unfortunately rock hard! I tried two and had to dish them; the rotting teeth couldn’t cope with them. Hobbled into the kitchen to get the washing up done. Checked that the taps (Faucets) were turned off, and no hobs, slow cooker or oven had been left on. I returned to the recliner, looked at the Freeview schedule, and found that I could now watch two episodes of ‘Heartbeat’ and ‘Cracker’ on the same channel straight after each other. An entertainment feast for me! Huh! I don’t know how I do it… I drifted off at the first set of adverts, and woke 4-hours later when the credits were scrolling at the end of the second ‘Cracker’ episode! Someone asked me last week, “Do you watch a lot of television now you’ve got the time?”
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – Today went most oddly… Embarrassing, demeritoriously, Medically frustratingly, At the bus stop. Indignity! The Catheter Pouch Calamity! Sorted with great difficulty, The Boot’s man helped me, Given the flu jab, lifted me? For an hour, I spent distantly… Free from life’s reality… During this, I experienced jollity, Then things turned confusingly!. Contented, but bemusingly, Suddenly so knackered, sleepy… The rest of the day lost me… Barely any vague memory… Nothing customarily, or wontedly, Slept for so long, uncommonly… Woke up almost bouncily… Mind & thought, vagariously... Full of self-vilipendency! Yet the day started so decently…
The pouch evacuation was too dark.
Off to the ablutioning & of course… A cut shaving on the cheek that took ages to stop. I was still
in mid-body washing, and Carer Richard arrived. I shouted my apologies through the door and hurriedly got dressed. (This may have been a reason for the later embarrassment at the bus stop?) Richard looked really tired this morning. I tried a natter, and he seemed okay, almost back to his usual self. A lovely lad is Richard. I went back in to check on it. & the Two-Tone-Toes. Hehe!
Sorted the bags.
Booting the computer, I took this view of the morning.
Within an hour, their fourth failing!
The hearing aids were inserted.
I’d got the template made up, and nothing else. But didn’t have the time, as I had to prepare things for the trip to the Boot’s Chemist for the Flu Jab appointment.
Got the clobber on, and checked things needed were done: Bus Pass in pocket – Flat Keys in the pocket, camera in pocket, card for Boots taken. Checked the taps (faucets) and the cooker was not left on or running. A final emptying of my And off!
I got in and into the lift, accompanied by , and thought I’d take a selfie in the reflection of the wall… But no! I’d left the SD card on the computer! Back up after getting to the ground floor, to the 12th, and en route to the flat to get the card, ! against the trolley wheel as I got into the flat door. (Yes, I swore!) Got the SD, and back out again. To and down in the lift. Through the link passage to Winwood Court, then to Winchester Court. And out to the bus stop on the front of Winchester Court.
Three or four other residents were waiting, and I started having a so-much-missed chinwag with them. After about five minutes of enjoyable nattering and listening…
I felt dropping down my leg! Arrgh! The trouble could not be investigated at the bus shelter; it would mean removing my trousers to see if the leg grip had broken. That would mean me going back up to the block and the flat to find out; that was a no-no cause if I did, I’d miss the appointment for the flu jab? Then it got surreal… I could feel that the pouch was well full of urine? How’s that, I thought? I’d emptied it half an hour ago and had purposely not been drinking as I knew I’d be going out? Oh, dearie me!
The bus arrived, and someone helped me get on the bus with . Thank You, Sir!
I Got off at the bottom of Winchester Street with many others; there must have been about eight or nine of us. I walked down with Mary to Mansfield Road. I limped, frequently adjusting the catheter bag, not knowing if I was doing right or wrong, to the Bott’s store with Mary. She got her prescription. She was going to Arnold on another bus.
I booked myself in. I mentioned my problem with the catheter, asking if there was any area I could use to investigate things. She said she’d ask someone. I thanked her and took a seat, as instructed. Constantly fearing the bag would drop further or burst, I sat there fiddling and feeling uncomfortable! A lady arrived with a form for me to fill in before the jab could be done.
Sadly, I could not remember my date of birth – can you believe that? Telephone number or name of my Doctor’s surgery! The lady returned to collect the paper forms. She understood, I think, my problems, departed and returned a few minutes later to ask if they could use my online medical record to find out the details. Naturally, I said yes. This was the lowest point in the day for me… embarrassment +!
A young chap arrived and went into a tin room to have flu-jab given. He asked about the problem with the catheter bag, saying “Just what do want me to do about it?” Fair question! I said, allow me a room somewhere that I can investigate things and empty the catheter?” He said he’d give the jab first, then leave me in the room to look into it. Just knock on the door and I’ll be outside if you need help!” Again Fair Enough”! Couldn’t ask for better, and thanked him. He gave the jab, no bother. Then left me and fetched a container for me to empty the urine into. Very kind! I’d noticed some de-clogger spray while waiting in the shop earlier, and I remembered to buy one.
NOW FOR THE MEMORY BLANK! I can recall leaving the Boot’s store and getting onto Mansfield Road. My next memory was walking up the hill to catch the bus… With a bag of food hanging on the handle of ! I stopped to have a look; it had obviously been bought from the Ozan Food Shop on Mansfield Road, just up from the Bott’s Chemist. There was even a till receipt in the bag. So at least I know I wasn’t shoplifting during my blank period. Haha! I checked to see if my cash card was still in my pocket. Phew, it was. Oddly, I seem to remember buying the jar of beetroot from the shop, for some reason?
This is about the fifth time this has happened, a period of complete memory loss. The last one was about a year ago in Bulwell. I know that one lasted for about an hour. This one I have no idea the length of this one, but know that getting around in the Ozan store takes ages as there are steps I have to tackle at the far end of each aisle.
I seemed to be feeling a smidge perky. Mayhap due to having the flu jab? I made my way to the bus stop and found that the sign said the next bus due was in 1 minute. Great! As I got on the bus, there was Mary sitting in a side-saddle seat. She’s been all the way to Arnold and back.
At the flats, we all alighted. I went last so as not to keep folks waiting.Mary and I trundled along through the link passageways into Winwood Court, the social area. Where a company were giving samples of their ready meals out. We approached hoping for a free treat… but the food had all gone. Tsk! Never mind. Wiltshire Farms, I think it was. Took a of Mary.
Up in the lift with Mary, departed as she got out, and up to the next floor, mine, and into the flat. Checked the pouch, it had not mysteriously filled again. And I could feel the weariness coming on, so suddenly. so was checked.
My purchases from the Ozan store. Shows I must have been aware of what I was buying, even though I couldn’t remember doing so? Large potatoes, beetroot, Frikadellens, tomatoes, pickle, Borchst, seasoning, sausages, all in my mind to get… the can of aubergines must have been an impulse buy? I knew I was about to drain into a tired, watery creature soon, so got the potatoes in the oven straight away. Put the TV on, hoping I’d not nod off while watching it, and viewed, on and of, with the little short kips, two hours of Gordon whatsits Hotel Hell. Then, I got the potatoes out of the oven, scooped out the flesh, into a basin, started to put the shredded Leicester cheese, sea salt and non-butter butter in and gave it a good mashing up!. I spotted the blue mould on the cheese! I picked out what mouldy bits I could find and dished them. Put the four halves back in the oven to brown off. Back to watch some more TV; I was just not up to using the computer now, so tired I was fighting to keep awake, but the thought of the cheesy potatoes being eaten kept me awake with the gorgeous smell coming from the kitchen.
Got the meal prepped. Two Frikadellens in cobs with sliced tomatoes. Four baked potatoes. Beetroots, and a lemon dessert. Flavour Rating: 9.2/10!
Two Carers called, I think it was each time, but I’m not sure. Being woken up twice in the state I was in, wasn’t memory-inducing. Not poorly at all, just so tired out and drained. In the morning, I seemed to recollect the same thing happening after having the last Flu Jab? I think…
The last period with Sweet Morpheus was a deep three hours, without any interruptions from .
I bounded back awake at… 00:30hrs and made a start on this blog update. Feeling Great! Fit! In Fine Fettle!
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – 02:40hrs: I wriggled about in the c1966, £300 Oxfam charity shop bought, second-hand, wincingly grotty, beige coloured, crumb-covered from my nocturnal nibblings, itch-making, uncomfortable, positively unhealthy & dangerous, no longer operational, virus-breeding, easy-to-fall-out-of, Catheter-tube-trapping, recliner; assessing the various ailments pain levels. Much to my surprise, was easy going with me! Wonders will never cease. Mind you, she did kick off later when I dropped the walking stick and unthinkingly bent down to retrieve it. Tsk! , were the worst. With a little occasional stinging back-up coming from . The pain behind the eyes is now coming from lower down, near the left ear? But not anywhere near as bad (He says with crossed fingers)
I wonder where the happing of crossing fingers for good luck came from? I’ll Google it now! I know now:
Why is crossing your fingers a symbol of good luck? Crossing fingers dates to a pre-Christianity belief in Western Europe in the powerful symbolism of a cross. The intersection was thought to mark a concentration of good spirits and served to anchor a wish until it could come true.
I tackled the nocturnal pouch removing it.
A much better colour today!
I was summoned to the wet room to use the Throne. The indications acting as a warning that came from the rumblings from the innards, that this was going to be a controlled evacuation… it was!
The mess made was the worst this year! 1½ toilet rolls were used on this visit! Had to change the PPs, and spent ages cleaning up the splattered, watery, phooing product. The stomach was rumbling away for ages, after the evacuation! I feel a little delicate after this one.
Added the sorted bag of waste to the one that I forgot to ask the Carer to take with him, in the hallway. As I was hobbling into the kitchenette to put the kettle on for an early morning mug of Glengettie… The bowels send another dollop of liquid to the back passage… I failed to get to the in time! It took me over three times as long to clean myself, the wet room floor and furniture up this time! And two more rolls of toilet paper were used in the process! Where’s when you need him! I walloped down two Galpharm capsules when I eventually made the mug of tea… well, it was Thompson’s Punjana. And I took one last night as well. Humph! Darned good job I got up so early, with the nurses due to call on me today. One to rebandage. And the DVT to take the deep vein blood from a venous vein. At least I think it was from a venous vein; it may be from a tibial and poplitaeal vein. Looked it up on the paperwork, Venous!
My Goodness! I’ve been up for hours… admittedly spending the bigger part sorting out rather vicious attacks from . I was surprised to see the view from the kitchen was still dark. I eventually got the brew of tea made again.
Later, Carer Marie arrived. No eye drops are needed now; the course is finished. All gone. I’m doing the eye cleaning myself. Medications issued. Thank heavens she noticed that I’d dropped two tablets when taking them. One went in the dressing gown the other on the floor. She rescued them for me. We managed a little natter too. As the gal was leaving, the door chime rang out… It was the Asda order I’d forgotten was coming. I know, it’s hardly believable that I could forget anything, innit? Hahaha!
Treats and essentials! The fridge & freezer were full again!
Worked away on the blogging for a good few hours. Mostly making mistakes and errors, mind you. Mainly because of the I lost yonks again trying to get the signal back. Also lost time and work done when it kept coming back and off again within minutes each time! After an hour or more, it seemed to be working again?
Carer Kara did the midday call. She asked about how the audio clinic visit went. A short visit, but I liked it.
Well into the afternoon, about 16:30hrs, The District Nurse arrived to remove and put on a new dressing on . .
A nice Nurse not seen before. She had a look in the spare room to see if there was room for a bed to go in. Listened to my amusing stories of the ailments.Lovely gal. Someone is calling on Friday to redo the dressing. Be nice it was her again. But I love them all! Hehe!
Carer Benjamin came for the heavy-medication evening visit. I also managed to drop a tablet then as well! Painkillers and Peptac were issued with the regulars. On his mobile a lot so not much talking done. Slipped a Rum bar and drinkie, as I did for all of my visitors today. I took this through the balcony window. Moments later the rain stopped, and the sun reappeared, although was not there for long.
I selected some tomatoes. Got the pots sliced and in the oven.
The view had changed dramatically. As the Sun rapidly disappeared.
Got the meal in the microwave.
Carer Joanne brought up my washing; bless her.
Pots into the dish & added the meal & tomatoes. Desserts on the tray. Flavour Rating: 8.8/10. Nice!
The period spent in 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; searching for sleep was a success… But only for a few minutes at a time. made sure of that!
The night Catheter Pouch was far too dark! Fancy that? Inchy having lousy luck!
Before leaving to get the lift to the clinic, I suffered three of these types of visits. Hey-Ho!. Then, the problematic stand-up ablutioning session! Couldn’t put the papule leaking let in water to wash it; it was a solo job with the left foot. The shaving seemed to go pretty well. Getting dressed was farcical.
Put some spuds in the crock pot. I try to remember to turn on the low setting as I leave later… I then proceeded… to do the waste bags and the one I was putting the others into split open! Huh! A right mess to clean up and , and all joined in with the right and spoilt the day!
Carer Richard was not his usual self. Tired out, I’ll be bound.
I did get the Sunday blog finished & posted off. Because I stayed up so late working on it. Many mistakes!
A final call to the Porcelain Throne.
Then, off downstairs to await my lift. Had a go at the crossword in the lobby. But it was hard work with these terrible new glasses.
Kept looking outside in case the minibus arrived. . Not here yet, so I took this snap of the local weeds. Yet they look beautiful to me! A selection of nub-ends caught my attention in the end car parking area.
The minibus arrived, and I got belted up and grabbed from my pocket. Taking snaps through the window en route to town and the Audio Clinic. Up The hill to Mapperley. Mapperley Road. New student accommodation is being built. Town and Parliament Street. . Multi-screened cinema on the left. Up Derby Road and down onto… The Ropewalk from the top end.Many years ago, there were all posh houses with servants and butlers. Lawyers, private detectives, and many shops and offices have been converted into student apartments.
THE CLINIC The driver dropped me off in front of the building. I hobbled limpingly and painfully into the big hall. The receptionist recognised me and indicated by pointing for me to sit down. So, I did! After a while, I got the crossword book out. A chap behind me mentioned, some 15 minutes or so later: “I talk to myself when doing crosswords, as well!” Haha!I didn’t realise I was nattering away, but the lady to my right said: “I understand!” Hehehe!
THE RIDE HOME: I was called in to see the Technician. Who at first was patient with me stuttering and forgetting things. She got the hearing aids off me and gave them some routine maintenance. She looked in my earholes, declaring she had never seen so much compacted wax before, as she checked the left lughole. She’ll make an appointment to have the wax eased and removed where safe, then another meeting for an Audiologist to test my hearing. She thinks they will not be on the same day, though. She was laughing when she was talking to the receptionists, and they both looked at me as I returned to the waiting area with the refurbished aids in situ. I could hear a muffled noise of talking.
Excellent job the lady technician did on the hearing aids! Not good on the phone, though.
I did sneak a photo of the waiting area. But it was not on the SD card when I got home. Snagknangles!
As I walked out of the clinic, the man was arriving at the optimum time. Getting settled in the seat, out came my beloved , for more window shots on the way back.
Up along the Ropewalk. Down towards the City. Right onto Woodborough Road. As we stopped near a bus stop, next to the recently built student flat complex. Tsk! Bottom of the hill… To the top and down towards the flats. This shot of the flats came out decently. I paid the man, gave him a choice of nibbles, and got myself inside the Woodthorpe Court lobby. I walked through the link passage to Winwood Court and informed Warden Deana and Julie of my arrival home. On my way back, I took a few photos of the shrubbery at the back, through the windows. Can you see the buried sitting bench on the right, below? It took a wider shot showing both benches. I may try to have a kip out there?
Thought to the lift, and in and up… I took this sad selfie!
I could feel , the pain from the nearly full Catheter, and blood trickling down my inner legs from poor .
Got in and rang Meridian to advise them I had returned. But still had the hearing aids in… I could hear nothing, I didn’t even know if anyone had answered my call? I gave up.
Had a look at the leg. Looks like some blood has gotten mixed with the water? Still, the nurse is coming in the morning.
I got on with this blog update start.
came, I didn’t realise how late it was. By the time he’s gone, I had suddenly sunk in a weariness.
I got the spuds out of the slow cooker, halved some and got them in the oven. Turned off the computer. So tired!
Got the nosh made earlier than usual, partly due to me feeling so drained after my little trip out to the clinic. I dined well! A vegetable hotpot (ready-made) with the extra boiled and baked potatoes added. Nice! Taste-Rating: 8.5/10.
Arrived for the last visit of the evening. Eye drops medications, and I took his BP. And it came out just fine! SYS 123, DIA 70, Pulse 77, Temp 36.6°f Fit lad! He took a snap of . The nurse in the morning. It’d been leaking again, of course, and occasionally stinging like mad. The Community Nurse may have to stick more of the padding back on.
I fell asleep the moment that departed.
But it only hasted for about 4 hours; I woke, rose, and took off the pouch automatically, thinking it must be gone by 07:00hrs at least… I was wrong, it was 02:45hrs. Tsk!
Farewell, friends, and have a festively fun future!
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – I’m sick to death (Not the best choice of words there…) of the constant pains and hassle of , needing the leg sticking up regularly to ease the fluid flow, but giving more pain when I do so! is giving it to me in varying degrees all the time today (Up to now). Amazingly, today, an old-timer of an ailment, the much gladly missed has tactlessly joined in with them! I’ve not had a visit from him for months. I thought he might have self-destructed, committed Hara-Kiri, or self-sacrificed through the guilt of all the agony over so many years he’s given me? But no! He’s likely been charging up his pain powers, sharpening his stabbing blades? But he’s back now! At the optimum time, to cause me the most damage as well. Just as I approach the three days of medical procedures. The challenge of getting dressed, washed and shaved without being able to use the shower. Tackling the scary bus rides to Sherwood and back on Tuesday and Wednesday. I’ve not got a good record on the buses this year. I’ve fallen getting onto them and getting off of them. Tripped over the broken concrete on the footpath in Sherwood… And now, with the ingrowing toenails, Then, there’s Cathy’s Catheter, Cartilage Katey, and now Duodenal Donald to contend with! Hopefully, Dizzy Dennis and Peripheral Pete’s Right Leg Dances will be kinder to me?Mmm? What am I saying? No chance!
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – Not much time to get nowt done today, and for the next three days there will be even less with all the appointments… Still, there might be good news on Tuesday after the District Nurse has been to look at the leg and catheter? What am I saying? No chance!
Not much time for notes or photos, sorry.
Slivers of something in the morning urine?
Morning views.
Raining, mudslide started, from the balcony.
The rain persisted for a while.
I had a lovely meal and took a photo of it. Then a photo of the leaking leg. Then the bleeding from shaving. Then a midnight shot of a dark-dank night. But this morning when it came to adding these to the blog... The Mysteries of Woodthorpe Court, with the hobgoblins, spectres, gnomai, phantasms, ghosts, grotesque succubae, extraterrestrials, ectoplasms, spirits, or the Fata Morganas, vicious ailments hassling me, that have been sent to taunt, irritate and terminate my already limited saneness of mind? The photos were not on the SD card?
Possibly, the Worst Moon Shots Ever Taken! Ensured that the quality of the above moon shots came out crap. Tsk! I really tried, but as you see, I failed!
Kitchenette.
Balcony.
Late afternoon sky – Beautiful!
Medical appointments for next Monday to Wednesday came in via text and email throughout the day. I don’t know how I’ll manage to get about with the ingrowing toenails, and I will need some help getting dressed for the first time ever – that’s really humiliating, hagriding and ignominiously cringeworthy!
was stinging away all night. I think I spent more time waking up than asleep.
At least the nosh was a good one… although resisting nodding off while eating was not easy. Hehehe!
Felt shattered in the morning.
Sorry not much in, disabled body & mind, & I had to get my leg up regularly. – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
I hadn’t expected to live to see the world’s ending, It’s coming, but I may or may not, depending… The kakotopia will be totally consuming, Be here by the year’s end, I’m assuming. Will it be through Global Warming? Will it be quick, without any warning? Can we achieve earth rehydrating? I think not with agitators Xi and Putin! Constantly threatening & warmongering! They & others are ignoring, boycotting… When Save Earth mention Global Warming! The Oligarchs carry on bootlegging… As do financial institutions like banking… In the name of power, financial gluttony! Their names won’t go down in infamy… How will it end, earth’s unwritten contract? Robots Take Over? Asteroid impact? Divine intervention, in retribution?. Failed climate control to make a contribution? World-Wide Anarchy… Rebirth of Tutankhamun? Global implosion, or an Alien Invasion…
Nanotechnology disaster, worldwide libation?
The collapse of the Vacuum? Forced lactation?
Mass suicide? Even times laevorotation?
Profligacy? Lack of diplomacy?
It’ll end the battle for supremacy!
It will end all tellurians mercilessly…
It may take months, or fall abruptly,
Certain to share between us, agony!
Looking on the bright side, forgive me…
No more struggles to get a babysitter!
Equalising you and the globetrotter,
Being late for work won’t matter…
No frets emptying your catheter,
No dodgy release valve to make a splatter.
Peeing in your shoe, Haha!
No guilt for eating butter…
You can have a little mutter…
Well, you’ll not even stutter…
You can laugh at your cybersquatter!
No need to clean or declutter!
No blood from the piles in your hindquarters!
You can throw away your Warfarin & inhaler!
I hope this ode makes you feel jauntier?
That you feel less depressed and segregated…
Don’t feel guilty for the times you shoplifted!
We’re all level when we’ve been terminated,
If we miraculously come back… belated.
Next time, I’d like to be better testiculated! – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – The compiler said the average time is 11 seconds. Mmm? – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – Apart from the agony from the two ingrowing toenails, and her papules. The teeth breaking up and bleeding. And, of course as usual now for months, the tube was giving Little Inchie a bad time pain-wise.and Her Highness of Agony-Giving both on the ball. Things were not as bad today. Up to now, I’m been free of any serious shuffles! Naturally, I may regret saying that!.
Just photos
Potatoes in crock-pot.
Whiteboard reminders.
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The dwindling mudslide at the end car park.
Cor, a bit deep coloured this morning?
Aha, the slippers have arrived! But with the bandaging, I can’t get them on. Huh!
More food!
And a bottle for Sister Jane!
Nosh. Now, I don’t want you think that I ate all four of the yummy, naughty jam doughnuts on this tray… But I did! GUILT!
Due to , I’d stored photos on the wrong day in the file. So some may be from earlier, as I got myself in a muddle trying to sort them. Sorry again. if so!
06:14hrs: was leaking rather painfully as I stirred back into my mock-imitation, forlorn pitiful life. She was stinging much more this morning as well. As I removed the night bag from the catheter, other ailments joined in. With what seemed a concerted effort. A lets attack Inchy with as much pain as we can today. They were successful! , , and a rare visit from . The pain behind the left eye kicked off… EQ kept telling me, “I warned You!” I knew things were not going to go well at all today – and boy was I right! Had I known what was going to happen, I’d have hibernated there in the £300 second-hand shop purchased, c1966, welt-causing, uncomfortable, not-working, welt-creating, itch-making crumb-containing recliner.
I got to the wet room and utilised the first job. Aha, had not lost control completely, but I’d say was fighting back! The shaving went bloodlessly. ! The showering did not! The patch I’d put on was loosening its grip a bit. , and flowing freely was . giving me gip each time I had to bend or stretch. But the Germolene and Germoloids I’d managed to buy, did a fine job in stopping the bleeding for me. Emptying the bowl that I’d washed my feet in while shaving, I got a little, but enough, of the shakes and twitches from , to ensure that I dropped the bowl of dirt water. Innit amazing how far water can spread? Come think of it, she had support from my to inform the befuddled brain of my physical needs. The urine was a good-looking colour today. It kept changing several times later on from this practically near perfect to a deep orangey-red? Little was jealous of the other ailments’ success I think, and the pangs and pains started coming from him, and are still with me tomorrow. I thought today was bad… but having already lived tomorrow, they are not so bad! I made another Heath Robinson affair and put it on Not the foggiest idea what I might have done wrong, but boy did the pain increase! Yes, it did! seemed the ‘Ailment in Command’ at this stage. Even worse than the , this was a first!
arrived. Medications sorted, and the eye drops. I did ask the lad if he could put some of the Phorpain gel on , but somehow we both forgot about it. No blame attached, other than to me. I’m the one in pain, and I forgot to remind him. We’ll settle I think for blaming
Arrived, for financial & advising. Well, she was overwhelmed I think, all the problems I needed help with. ① Covid-jab appointment making. ② Flu-Jab appointment making. ③ She called the district nurse to get some advice for me on the bleeding. Told me they will report this to the nurses. ④ She tried to arrange a lift for the Audio Clinic appointment that she had made for me, but it doesn’t look too good – no free spots. The chap told Kara, that if any do come free, I’ll be first on the list to get a lift. He would ring back to let me know if that happens. ⑤ Kara did the eye drops and medicationing. ⑥ Checked on the Catheter bag for me. ⑦ When I went to find the Olive Oil applicator for the ears. She even found time to come and pick me up after I took a Dizzy-Tumble. Bless her! ⑧ There was something else she did, but I can’t recall it now.
I thanked her again, and off she had to go, always sad!
I’d be Lost Without Her Weekly Call to Help me!
I went out onto the balcony for a look around, hoping maybe to find some trees or clouds that I might do some with. But the clouds were very minimal and high and with my eyesight, they were not seeable enough really. But the close-up stuff was. Taking a shot of the end car park, I saw that the mudslide was receding at a good rate. No rain last night? I opened the door and took a close-up of the car park area. The mudslide had a sort of glow to it? After I on the raised ledge when getting back inside. I smiled, passed wind, and laughed it laughing it off, of course...
Potatoes on the boil.Then I searched for my new bottle of olive oil… Couldn’t find it, despite finding it hours later smack in the middle of the Carer’s table. Tsk! Made the second permitted mug of tea. Glengettie of course. I used the Jersey Full Milk this time. Lovely! But naughty, Sister Jane says! The Carer arrived, and UI left the mug of tea to go cold, forgetting all about it. The mug was well stained when I discovered it. Testimony to the flavour of the brew! The Community Nurse arrived, to look at the state of . She took a photograph of the lesion where the fluid was seeping from. Then set about drying it and wrapping the leg from just below the knee, down and around the foot! It felt better afterwards, but of course, I was being distracted by the presence of a young lady, manhandling me. Hahaha! She told me I must keep the leg raised at all times when not moving about. I had to insist she chose a dinkie and or nibbles from the display. She obliged me, bless her; after I’d told her if she didn’t pick one, I’d be sulking all day. Which brought forth the first laugh of the day. Hehehe!. She said someone would come out on Monday to change the bandages and check on things. Amazingly I remembered Carer Kara telling me she made the appointments for the Audio Clinic and Covid jabs for Monday & Wednesday, as she thought I might be tired after the trek to the clinic and it would give me a day to recover. Now that was kind! ♥ I mentioned this to the nurse, who said they would come on Tuesday instead.
Three hours or about, later, I checked on the leg when the Carer came. He took this photo. Looks like the fluid and a smidgeon of blood had started to flow.
Then it dawned on me – I would not be able to take a shower! It’ll have to be doing the washing stood at the sink. Which, will mean difficulties in getting access to certain areas that the shower spray usually takes care of. And on Tuesday, if they rebandage it again, an even longer period without a shower? Will I begin to reek? Haha! There is not a lot of escapage at the moment, so the chances are that they may leave it to get some air… or not. Mind you come think of it, it’ll be five days before they call… Ah, well!
The blogging will have to be cut short: if done at all. It seems essential that I get my leg up! There is no answer to that! Har-Har! I’ll try to get a cartoon made, and an ode daily. If time or I’m up to it. Sorry folks. Evening photo of the oddly light night.
There are also three medical appointments to sort out and fit in next week? I’m not feeling too good about the coming week. EQ agrees with me.
Great meal, though. The Flavour-Rating given was a deserved 8.5/10. Would have been higher if I had not undercooked the potatoes. Tsk!
Fingers Crossed – I can’t cross the legs or fingers voluntarily anyway. The worst of the ailments at present is the pain coming from the s Papules; a close second is the , which for some reason dosen’t like putting my legs up.
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – The left cataracted eye is looking like I’ve taken a right hook from somebody! Mind you, looking again, so does the right one? But only the left one is painful. Although the left one was expected to be like this, I learnt of the right one only having one cataract that needed doing, and the left one had a cortical, and two nuclear cataracts done. Marching on… left, left, left, right left… Hehehe!I’m still getting confused with so many eye medications to be done. How the Carer’s keep up with it I don’t know. I’ve written down the roster needed: AM on waking up: Blepharitis Gel, left eye only. Five minutes later, the 4-Times a day. First Carer call: drops, for times a day, to be inserted by the Carers. The gel is AM & PM only. Then , this is to be applied by me, four times a day. The Dry Eye pads are to be used three times a day, applied by me. Instruction was supplied on how to do this properly. The Blepharitis liquid is applied on a pad and can be used morning and evening ‘If required’ in case of any pains, signs of bruising or red-eye appear. Well, they have all appeared! Basically, I haven’t much idea what I’m doing!. No doubt about it, when I caught the eye early in the morning, it hurt, and the redness started to appear! Left eye only then. However in the afternoon, as I was doing the pad cleansing job, had a go at me, and I caught the eye again! Then it got such a nuisance, that I had to abandon the blogging for a long time until things eased off and more vision was available. Humph! Then, muggings here got into word-finding files. So, cannot see, cannot hear, cannot get any sleep, and am generally desperate to make time… Not much time for blog-creating again. Onward… Not much today, Sorry.
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Nocturnal Urinationings
Balcony photo. . Kitchen photo.
. Looks like the ankles might be swelling up again?
No progress on the house being done up?
. Afternoon sky.
. Evening… well, early morning nosh. Tons of No-Butter Butter on milk roll slices. Imitation franks. Red & yellow tomatoes, Oven chips overcooked, as I like them! Sea salt & distilled vinegar. A Jacobs orange biscuit and pot of raspberry jelly! Flavour Rating: 9.3/10!
Another ‘Not-Sure-What’s-Happening-Day’ over! TTFN
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – THANK YOU I’d spent the best part of the night working away trying to catch up with yesterday’s WordPress blog. Eventually, I got it finished this morning around 07:30hrs.Then made last night’s meal, Hehe! I may have nodded off while eating it a few times. I later found some potato cubes in the dressing gown pocket, in my belly folds, and on the £300 second-hand shop purchased, c1966, welt-causing, uncomfortable, not-working, itch-inspirational, crumb-containing recliner cushion. I put the tray on the Carers table; I recall getting one of them ; the next thing, I was waking, having a renewal of consciousness, rejuvenescence, from my preciously short kip of about an hour – in the usual fashion. shuddering, flapping, threshing about and blurry-eyed.
Kitchen morning view on rising. Newly spotted legs. Mullti-coloured feet and toes? and Swelling up again.
First of the two brews allowed… Nice!
. Went to turn the computer on, and found that I’d not turned it off! However, for the first time in months, the internet was working frost time! But not for long, about eight minutes… Got the Tuesday blog finalised and sent off.
Carer Shaquille arrived. He changed the day pouch for me. Medications were given, and a brief natter was enjoyed.
Started this blog off. But…
Window shot to the left. Then to the right.
Kara Kara Called; she was doing the two calls, financial and normal medicationings together today. She said she’d ring Virgin about a new package and getting the box sorted out. We were on the phone for an aeon… sorting out the package, and waiting for the technician to come on the line. Even I heard some of the canned music being played with the phone on hands-free. While waiting what seemed an hour, but couldn’t have been, I realised that Kara had phoned on the Virgin number, not the free 150 from Virgin lines… this call is going to cost me a fortune!Argh! Eventually, they agreed a deal. I was not fully compus-mentis of what was happening, but have faith in Kara.All sorted for me! Kara wrote it down for me. New package; £42.79, for six months, then it’s going up to £56.59. As Kara needed to go, she found a letter on the floor, and I asked her to open it, which she did. I got confirmation from Age UK that my insurance had been paid. Thanked her and off she shot. Hehe! ♥ Lost without her help.
This may have helped the incompetent, figure-rustling and manipulative Smoke & Mirrors ladies & gentlemen at , who are buying up or into so many internet companies and keeping this quiet, to be actually working! I wonder what their cunning plan is with all the invested-in and bought-out internet companies they have got in with? Liberty acquired German company Unity-Media in November 2009 for $5.2 billion. 2010 Liberty sold its stake in Jupiter Telecommunications, a Japanese telecommunications services provider. In January 2013, Liberty Global raised its stake in Belgium-based Telenet from 50.2% to 58%. Liberty Global operates through the following subsidiaries and shareholdings: All3Media (50% ownership with Warner Bros. Discovery), ITV plc (United Kingdom) (9.9% shareholding) Platforma Canal+ (Poland) (17% ownership), Sunrise UPC (Switzerland) (100% ownership), Telenet (Belgium) (58% ownership). UPC Broadband, UPC Slovakia, Virgin Media Ireland Limited, Virgin Media Television, Virgin Mobile. Virgin Media O2 (70% ownership), O2 UK, GiffGaff 65% ownership, Tesco Mobile (50% ownership). Virgin Media Limited (UK), Virgin Media Business Limited, Virgin Mobile (UK), Vodafone (8.9% owned), VodafoneZiggo (50% ownership), Vodafone Netherlands, Ziggo, Ziggo Sport, Ziggo Sport Totaal, and Telefónica. Mike Fries is the Chief Executive Officer and Vice Chairperson of Liberty Global. He took home $62m in FY2, plus a guaranteed percentage of shares. Just how can the lad be expected to run an internet service that works, on such a paltry wage? Surely, his number-crunching, figure-shuffling, securities broker-expert is worth more?I feel so sorry for him. Jealousy may be involved here! Hahaha! I like him, & his good looking, Mafiosa face.
Went off on a tangent there, didn’t I? Sorry!
No Domestic lady called again, (holiday catch-up for the gal) and I was not up to cleaning with all the worry over the cataract and glaucoma procedure, and getting things ready for it.
Aha, I felt a movement from within there. Time to visit the for another go… Cor!
Got on with computing. I was getting hungry after she’d gone. Got the Tuesday blog finished & sent sent off to WordPress. Did some work on this blog, then got some nosh going. Bit of a bigger nosh tonight. Sliced potatoes roasted, garden peas, a soy burger, fancy strawberry-filled pastry (Not that there was much filling in it, mostly pastry, disappointed in this one), and a banana to finish off with. Taste Rating: 6.8/10.
Carer Benjamin arrived after I’d eaten the feast and just fell asleep. He was on his last call and looked a little weary.
No tablets or medicine were needed. He attached the night pouch to the . Insisted he took a can of his choice on his way out with him.
Nodded off again, and the landline flashed! It was the doctor’s surgery with the new Warfarin doses after the blood test. The INR level had gone up a little. I changed the doses on the Carers book to the new doses. Zzz!
