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DOREEN DEMENTIA RULES!
It can only get worse – and my rate of losing it seems to be increasing. After having the stroke, the Stroke Wards in the hospital were desperate for beds. They sent me to a ‘Care Home’ for a month. The long-term patients were all suffering from different types of the same ailment; Dementia.
Alzheimer’s disease, Vascular dementia, and Alcohol-related dementia. Down syndrome and Alzheimer’s disease, Chronic Traumatic Encephalopathy dementia. I felt so bad for them but was uncomfortable being there. Now, I believe it will not be too long before I rejoin them.
No doubt about it, my grip on things is, thankfully, slowly getting worse.
I’ve developed a fear of officialdom in the form of letters.
With cataracts, saccades and glaucoma, the hearing gets worse. Peripheral Neuropathy gifted loss of balance; causing falls, tumbles and walking into things… like walls and doors, missing steps, and the newest thing; The Neurotransmitters are not getting messages to the brain! It does its best, I’m sure. But more regularly now, I cannot pick something up, and sometimes cannot let go of it! I’m hoping the Doctors at the surgery, Highbury Hospital, or some Social Worker may read this. The trouble is, at this moment, I am aware of these issues, but on the rare occasion I see a specialist, there is nothing there. On my last visit to the Memory Nurse, I could not recall the name, or if it was a road or street, or the man’s name. She gave me an option of three given names, such was it an avenue, street or road? Mr Schmitt, Albright or Woodcock… obviously, I’d made up the questions asked, as an example.
My GP got a letter telling her my memory was the same as two months earlier. Which it wasn’t; in March, I answered them all, without prompting and help. Last time, even the ‘pick one of three’ was just a potluck.
I’m leaving taps on more often too. I’ve burnt three saucepans to death this month. Taken tumbles getting dressed, and I was only wearing protective pants and a dressing gown! Remembering all this is amazing!
I was supposed to have three brain scans, I think, a month apart – then they can read any changes – but this has to be done before they can identify the type of dementia I have and treat me with whatever to slow it down. I’ve had one. As I recall, I got lost trying to get out of the building. I can sense at this precise moment, I just had a few minutes of nothing; I call a Memory Blank, struggling now. I’ll try to get back later.
I’d be in a pickle without the Carers attending. It also helps me tremendously if we get time for a laugh and a little natter.
Sorry that I wrote this now. After reading it I sound like a right old whiner! I do think I’m a different person when the Dracula Depressions visit me. I decided to leave it on, if only as a warning to others, of how things can change so much. Yet, still, moments of the old self come through occasionally – and that is wonderful!
TTFN.
The feet were s lot better looking this morning.
The legs were a little lumpy in places.
Ablutions sorted. But doing the teeth, and spitting out
the toothpaste was a bloody job. Hehe!
Undoubtedly foggy out there this morning.
Spuds in the crock-pot.
Peas in the saucepan.
Sat at the computer desk.
Photo’d the Fog through
the balcony windows.
A new Olive-Oil dropper filled, for the
twice-daily earhole oilings.
A rare mug of Glengettie tea on the
computer desk. As usual, I forgot
about it, and it went cold. Tsk!
Rahmat arrived, and medications were issued.
First visit. The usual agony of carrying buckets of water to refill the non-working W.C. bowl. (Three calls to the Throne today, not so messy, but just as painful.
Annoying 
, and the pain started!
I set to creating some needed templates for this blog. I seemed to be doing a little better with the typing today, nowhere near as many missed keys…although my foments of bemusedness were relentless, my rate of work achieved was doing reasonably well – as were my mind-blanks, which delayed me a little. But it didn’t matter. For Liberty-Global Virgin Media boss Mr Fries helped…
Their Average Rating went down to 1.1 since I made this graphic last year!
Did some food prepping, another trip to the .
And returned to doing the blank templates, after Liberty-Global Virgin Media, who are now dearer than any other supplier, granted me a service again.
I thawed out some of Asda’s pre-crushed finger rolls.
I had several of these, which put the mocker on blogging.
Then…
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Broke my heart, with my doing so well earlier. I gave up altogether. Turned off the computer, got the nosh finished and served up
It didn’t go down too well.
But that is likely to be because of the smoke & mirrors Liberty-Global Virgin Media’s letdowns getting to me!
Taste Rating 3.5/10.
Carer arrived and listened to my chuntering about…
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I got the pen and pad out, and tried to do some odeing for tomorrow’s blog… Zzz!
The later Carer woke me up, and a painkiller was given.
I tried to get back to sleep, but it was no good, so I got up and took a photo of the sky.
Back 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.
I continued frequently getting to the point of nodding off, and every time the danged 
let loose!
Depressed and annoyed, I got up when I saw the colouring through the curtains had gotten browner. Grabbed the camera and went into the kitchen to see if it was worth picturing… I thought it was lovely!
Waiting for the sun to drop, I hung up the dressing gowns returned from the laundry. Checked the taps and cooker were not left on.
And back to take this shot.
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Bootiful!
Not sure when I did get sleep, but it took a few hours, I think. I can recall getting up to check if I’d locked the door or not, spotting the clock that indicated 02:30hrs.
Adieu – All the bestest to You!
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My immediate thought was that I had done something wrong.
In the flapping about, I nearly forgot to take the morning’s breakfast medications. Hehe!
when I started lifting the bowls of water that were needed to refill the non-working W.C. water tank.
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I got the potatoes out of the oven. Just the one burnt finger, well, knuckle on the finger.
Head down again, but the earlier ease of drifting off had departed. The 
, seemingly mixing up the usual bunch of fears, sorrows, worries, regrets, failures, disappointments, quandaries, anxieties and degradations. 
When, hours later, I burst awake with a force of great magnitude – I clouted my elbow as I twitched about, a knocked over a bottle of tonic water, which landed on my 
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was giving me a hard time getting my messages across. Medications were given, and I think he checked the taps and the stove for me. Took the waste bag with him. 
During the preparation, I dropped the basin…
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Certainly not an attractive-looking feast in the slightest!
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Vegan ice cream with Raspberry Juice
Lovely!
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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.
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 
They, being the many medical personages. If you knew the agony she giving me, you’d understand me taking them.
I did the Health Checks and got a bit of a shock. SYS 162/DIA 66! 
I made a brew of Glengettie tea. Seemed a good idea to me. Hehehe!
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!
Wheels within wheels?
Clouds chasing clouds?
Then the rain came!
Thw high Son… or Sun got through the clouds.
The darkness develops?
From the balcony!
Hello, it’s drizzling again.
End car park from the balcony.
To the kitchen to see the.
Decisions, decisions!
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!
Got the meal sorted and served it up nice & early.
. was taking the bowl out of the sink and losing my grip on it.
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
leg straps began to squeeze the top and bottom. 
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Cream cake? Mashed Potatoes?
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The sight and star of my delicate area, Little Inchie, of course, 
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?
This session was like passing heavy, chocolate-covered ball bearings… eventually!
I dressed… well, I put a dressing gown on.
Made a brew, & took a photograph of the rising sun from behind the flats… the sun was rising, not the apartments.
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.
I strongly suspect I may have 
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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. 
service from Liberty-Global-owned Virgin Media Internet services.
Aha, a change in the weather.
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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.
I sat briefly, feeling somewhat confused and indifferent to everything.
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.
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.
Earlier shot of the feet before mangling them. Hehe!.
Feet after the stubble, tumble & mangling. Haha!
GORGEOUS MOTHER NATURE!
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Healthier-looking pins today?
Only three visits to the challenging 
today. 
were back again. Humph!
No work was done on my unknown neighbour’s house today.
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. 
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.
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.
Ten minutes later, the sun started to descend.
Would you believe it – 
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, barely believable…
Late afternoon.
Down comes the sun.
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.
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 
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The red knee, in the grip of 
The feet looked a lot better!
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The latest shot of the refitting & building.
No chance of any sunset tonight.
Still Bootiful.
Note the two American doughnuts on
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I got some spuds in the slow cooker to do later.
may be sleeping. I think the ablutioning took about two hours, counting the medicationalising.
Had a peep at the progress of the house being updated and extended.
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.
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!
away.
and sauce. I had one later on; not bad at all.
bleach. 
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!
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)
Then, the computer proceeded to confuse me beyond limitations! 
Got the ready meal made and spuds sliced and on the plate.
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!
potatoes, Desiree. A pot of lemon mousse and a hungry Inchie to eat it. And jolly-nice it was, too! Taste: 7.8/10.
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Said my farewells and thanks and took this photographicalisation through the kitchen window of the night’s heavy rain.
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A few more unavailable items from Asda
the brain was constantly losing it completely or partially, so often, then returning to a slow, crawling working state. There were a few moments in there all the same. Rare flashes of the old Inchie. Unfortunately, which state I was in and when is a jumbled-up mélange, an assortment of miscellaneous thoughts in my memory bank. Few of them made sense or had anything to do with the matter or problem at hand at any particular moment. Similar to my 
Waking up view.
a bit of a workout on me, but I’d sooner go without the extra pains; from hauling buckets of water from the kitchen sink to refill the non-working W.C. tank!
I got a delightful selection of fresh-cut vegetables into the slow cooker. Seasoned with just sea salt and a drop of Worcestershire sauce. Carrots, peas, leeks, potatoes and swede. 
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arrived. She whipped the things away for me, bless her cotton socks.
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I had one of the longest periods of Mind-Blanks ever! Well, I can recall odd bits; While I was supposedly out of it, Carers called, and I did a lot of work on the blog for Monday to get it posted off, at last. But this is not really remembering; it’s just that I found the blog done, although poorly, and the Carers had signed the log sheet after I came back to semi-consciousness but had still been operational? Sort 0ff…
I also found that the day bag had filled up quickly. That or I’d been ‘out-of-it’ longer than I thought?
Apophenialising with these two slate afternoon shot
Fish with babies in an aquarium?
Bulging Veins? And a bruise?
A welcome pleasure to see this wonderful, kind, highly desirable, Nurse, Hristina. (Christina in Polish)
At the time, I was a smidgen miffed, because I was deep into CorelDrawing and caring mistakes, unwanted duplicates, and searching for a graphic I started yesterday, but had forgotten which file I’d put it and what I’d named it!
are making hobbling about difficult & painful. She said she’d see if it could be arranged for someone to call on me, and she’ll let me know. (Hard nothing yet)
No, the sun needs to be at the far left or right…
Got the position, but a terrible photo”
Not far enough to the left…
Mmm… No good, shame!
came. Checked the day pouch for me. Issued some Peptac & Painkillers, and took some shots of the sunset, before it 
Bootiful! Although not a good shot, I rushed it. on the way back into the other room…
Of course, there was no whining, howling, cursing or swearing.
I’ve ever done. Spot in the right foots 
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