– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – I got this far in the blog… and went into the kitchen to put the kettle on… , without any of choice of walkers and sticks scattered all over the flat, and…
and a sudden . burst violently forth. Because of the eye, I missed the counter that I had hoped to stop me falling… But, No! I was well off target!
I caught my eye on the corner of the surface counter. I’ve not been right ever since – mind you, that’s not saying much, is it? Haha! I try to add some photos later on. See how it goes. The good part is I got back up on my own… It was nothing to a young, fit, athletic, action-man such as me.
I’ve a constant pan in the eye now, so and going to pack up blogging; the eye strain is horrendous. My balance all to pot, and am on an involuntary mission to walk into anything handy at the moment, the depths of the £300, second-hand, musty, Haemorrhoid Harold Testing, cringingly-beige-coloured, crumb-covered, not-working, rickety recliner. I tried to take a photo of the bruised or whatever it’s called, causing it. Right hand. If it comes out I’ll try to get it in with the few I’ve already taken. Hello, treble vision then for a minute. I’ll give 111 a ring in a bit, unless it clears up, the head and eye I mean. Made a mess of that making a brew! Although not good to start with, the vision in the eye seems no worse; that’s a plus. As I say, not to fret about with a man of my calibre with great pain tolerance and a heroic stance against the ailment, who will not…
No sooner had I typed the above, and and now have joined in the onslaught! Big-Mouth-Me!
I’ll get Summat added if things go well later on.
Carer Richard arrived, and we did the eye patch off, eye-drops in, and then the patch back on routine.
TTFN. Found this piccy taken first thing when I removed the night bag from .
Took the one above later on, of the calamity kitchen where the tumble was taken.
This was later when I found I could read one of the leaflets with bigger print now. Great! It said that after 48hrs from the procedure, I could remove the patch, but must wear it at night when sleeping. Huh, took me ages to get it back on as well – but seconds to remove it.
The back of the hand was looking calmer now.
The second Carer arrived, I was doing my best to be upbeat. She was, as was Richard, confused about them sending more Finistrada tablets. I’ll ring the quack later, or ask someone to do it for me… I still get the pain, and a sound like humming coming from the eyes and head? The Carer didn’t know about the eye drops, but it was easier for me not to have to remove and replace the patch and glasses. She did a good job for me. Rhamat is her name… I think? Yes! Came yesterday too.
Oh, I must mention that earlier in the day…
Well, fancy that!
These must have been from yesterday?
Sorry, I’ve got to go sit and rest again. Poor little thing! Hehehe!
Morning: Seems I got settled and ate several bags of Cheesy Curls, and drank 2 litres of Soda water. Judging by the overfilled waste bin. Had the night bag on, so someone came last night, but I was not in a very good state when they came?
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – A GREAT START TO THE DAY THIS MORNING – Yes! But it didn’t last too long. I had a as I tried to dislodge my bulk from the c1966, charity-shop-bought, second-hand, wincingly grotty, beige coloured, not working, TV remote hiding, crumb-covered from the nocturnal nibblings, ancient itch-making, uncomfortable, virus breeding, easy-to-fall-out-of, recliner. I had a few, actually, to be right! Islipped off of the recliner seat when taking off the night pouch. … Then, I walked into the drawer cabinet. This, I believe, was caused by the eye patch shooting off as the tape broke. I was virtually blind for a few seconds, just enough time to shoulder-charge the stack of plastic draws, send the yellow recycle box of used Anoxaparin needles, to the floor… missing at my lunge for , and clouted the back of the dodgy right hand, which I could have done without. The eyes, hand, and to a degree, my old friend , have given me much hassle today. So I got stuck into blogging just cause I love it and wanted some escape from the pressures of old age, ailments and my new-found-again self-pity moments. I lost most of the tabs I made that I use in the blog. Note the new ones on this post. I had to make all 125 of them from scratch again… no meals, no wash & shave and here I am only just starting this blog off at 00:35hrs in the morning… with the eye patch hanging off again! I’ll have to rush if I stand any chance of any sleep. Being a blog addict does not help. Forgive my forthcoming details and bad chronologically.
Dark urine again this morning. It didn’t get much better.
The back of the hand was beginning to look moonlike again. Hehehe!
The Carer took a shot of the eye while the pad and cover were washed… not successfully, though. She got the things back on.
The pad had come loose again when the gal returned. Soon got it sorted for me.
The plates & pins look good!.
. Patched up again. My eyesight is causing me to miss when doing anything, pouring water in a mug, or seasoning into a bottle. But worst of all – I’m making more and more mistakes on the keyboard. I’ve never taken so long… Humph! I hope I live long enough to get it finished. Har-Har!
. Plan D on the fourth visit. Hahaha!
. Next to the last call. Looking better… At least, I think it is?
Got nothing done, no meal, no time. I was determined to get the new tabs done. And I did, but it laid me up. Hehehe!
Caught the sunsets end.
Got to get to Kip now. Nurse Christina coming in the morning… ♥ You can see why I love her. ♥
I’ll see if I can get back on to this in the morning… It’s now gone 03:15 hours already. Sleep? What’s that, then?
If only I hadn’t made the cock-up of the year in losing those tabs from the file. I still don’t know how I did it… It was . I think!
No notes to refer to, and most likely in chronological disorder. The odd mistake grammatically is possible. Lack of detail as well (please be free to ask if anything should draw your attention). I realise that the 8 Billion People in the World, that my fan base and followers come from, may like to know more.
Either of you, please feel free to ask. Hehehe!
04:00hrs up. Not much urine in the night bag.
Tried to picture the buttercups and daises on the bottom field, across from the flats. Not a good one.
Gathered the things ready to go to the hospital. Got an early dinner breakfast.
I knew that Virgin Media was going off today, so didn’t bother to use the computer. (Not that Liberty-Global Virgin media doesn’t go down every day as it is. Messy splattery Porcelain Throne visit, then got the ablutions done. Ablutions tackled and got dressed. 2hrs:18minutes! arrived and got the medications given to me. I asked Sam if she knew if they had managed to find me a carer to go with me to the hospital, as they (QMC) insisted upon. But she didn’t know or not. I pressed on. Only about an hour before the lift was due, I found out when they rang me, telling me to meet the carer in the lobby.
I readied the stuff and hobbled down to the main lobby to await the lift, and met the Carer. For the first time ever, the lift was late. By about fifteen minutes, but we still got there on time, because this driver used the direct route without the GPS.
QMC EENT Department The Carer and I were dropped off at the entrance doors. We approached the helper’s desk and followed her instructions to the area we needed. The Carer, who had the fantastic hearing, did the talking. We got into a waiting area and reported to the desk, and took a seat. I nattered to the Carer, who said she is in between shifts. I thanked her for helping me out and coming.
We were there, I think, for about an hour. The kind carer communicated with the medics for me. Another hour I think, passed. And A nurse fetched me to see the surgeon who was about to ‘do my eye’s Phacoemulsification. (Cataract procedure) A quick check on the machine thingy…Which revealed something that gave that chaos a grave expression. Danged if I heard what it was he said fully. He produced a legal document that I had to sign. This said I was aware of the chances of success were only… no, that there was a 30% chance of failure due to my age and other dispositions and ailments. (Something like that) I signed it. They have to cover themselves. That’s fair enough. He then said I have a hairline split in something or other, and it may be necessary to have a new summat fitted to ensure sight again. I even asked him twice, I think, what it was. But is no longer in my brain-storage area (along with a lot of other stuff! Like people’s names. Hahaha!). I went back to the waiting area, and I chatted with the Carer. Shortly after that, I was collected and prepared for the procedure. I’ve no idea how long it took, but it seemed to be over in about 15 minutes to me. The reassuring voice of the surgeon says, “That went well, Gerry!”
They put me back in the wheelchair and returned me to the waiting area. I think the drugs (I liked them!) were still affecting me, and it took a while for me to sink things in. A kind nurse came to me and explained that the Carer has had to go to work for her usual shift. No panicking, cause she added: She (the Carer) had arranged with someone for a lift home as the pick-up time for EasyLink had been overshot by an hour. A taxi was going to pick me up at 17:25hrs, I think. And no charge for it either! The tired Carer had looked after me and made some notes on a pad for me – fair enough, I couldn’t read the at that time… or later, for that matter. Hehe! That was so nice of her to sort things out. And, she had told the nurse about my need to get some cash, and the pleasant nurse ran me in the chair to the cash machine, then back to the EENT department. Where the cab was just pulling in to collect me. A silent no, speaking journey. Until he got on the roadway to the flats and asked which one to drop me at. Which he did!
Back to the Cell… no, Flat! A good bruise on the back of the right hand. And called Meridian to let them know I was back at the prison… Care Handover Document. Eye Drops – They will need a carer to do them for me; four times a day I think it is needed. With my and , it’s too dangerous for me to do it… that and the taping back on of the eye patch. I can’t get the glasses on over the patch at the moment. But think it should be possible once the swelling goes down. So my vision is not good. I can see now why they told me to have a Carer stay with me for 24hrs. But with the short notice given for the procedure, it couldn’t be done. I still appreciate them getting someone to go with me, though.The tape soon fell off of the eye pad. I Cleaned up a spot of blood, and Carer Chris arrived. He put the first drops in and did his best to secure the patch.
The pouch suddenly started filling up at a rate of knots, as soon as I got back to drinking the spring water.
Did all the calls for eye-patching and medicating. The patching is needed five times a day. Chris said for two weeks! That is going to be a tall order for the carers. Still, he got four of them in today and was helpful in getting the patch back on carefully and as firmly as possible for me. Thanks mate. He is aware of the problems I risk with , and , being liable to damage the eye by my poking it. Hehehe!
The one sunset photo I managed. I pressed lightly on the patch to make sure any bright light was avoided, as ordered.
Dark wee-wee again.
The patchwork by Chris stood up well!
Yesterdays bruise. This morning!
& . tended to. Messy, really urgh! Three cuts shaving. Then a tumble,as I bent to empty day pouch. Refilling the WC’s non-working water tank, and started off pain-giving. Got on the computer determined to get this blog started off. .
arrived. Got the eye drops done and did a good job on getting the eye patch back on, and jelled the back pain. Thanks, gal!
Started to work on the blog… .
After a longish wait, so I cleaned the carpet, net was back on.
Actually got some blogging done at last, and for about two hours… then… .
Blogging and down it went again. Carer Rhamat arrived. Did the eye drops but not putting the patch back on. I tried to do it as good as I could. Not a good job. hit me unexpectedly; she sometimes gives a little shudder first so I can prepare for her attack; but not this time, and… I poke myself right in the cataracted eye! Did it hurt, you ask? YES! The Inchie designed eye-patch-erection fell to pieces! Dare not try again, so I’m working with a loose eye-protection erection. Hahaha!
No one called again for the 14:00hrs eyedrops. But that timing is from the hospital paperwork that was part of the NHS ‘Transfer of Care Medication Plan’. Who too? No idea. Maybe me?
I went back on with the blogging for an hour or so…
Not off for so long this time.I hastened to get the blogging done, but I had to divert to the . Badgered getting the water hauled from the kitchen to the WC tank again. I keep having to take extra painkillers with this long-running issue. I wonder if anyone has informed them of my difficulties? (I am a fool!)
Back on with this blog. I managed a good 20 minutes before… .
I got the laundry bag checked and ready. And… . Bending down and lost my balance. The eye patch was knocked off, and the already bruised right hand hit the door frame as I grabbed at it after dropping .
This was a l.ow point!Hahaha! I’m struggling to get things done here. Had I had help to replaster the eye patch from someone who could look at what they were doing, it may have survived the clout intact. But this is all conjecture. As soon as I find out what conjecture means, I’ll let you know. I struggled to get some sort of protection, as the pain from the self-inflicted prod in it continued… But, of course, it didn’t bother a man of my calibre in the slightest. No feeling sorry for myself, snivelling, swearing or self-pity; oh, no. I had another go at securing the lens cover… Meanwhile…
Went into the kitchen to use the light to see and took this view of the scenery.
I managed to get the lens cover secured, but it looked a little rough around the edges. More importantly, I’d used a lot of the tape and may run short now! ARGH! Look s like I may have hit the head on the tumble as well?
I gave up blogging when… I’m in pain. Frustrated! Annoyed! And the thought of taking off the protection for the next Carer to put eye drops in, is somehow bothering me? No idea why?
Got the email prepared. It looked good and tasty to me. Then I tried it… Oh, dear! The peas were good… That’s all! Flavour Rating 1./10. The worst in many a month!
Went to throw most of the meal away and get the pots washed. Caught the end of the sunset.
The busiest day for Inchie, in how many years? A few! I tried to smile way through the ever-increasing mayhem I went through. And was not very successful! This is being done ASAP on Thursday morning, before the arrival of the lift to the hospital. Still not sure if a Carer could be found to go with me yet – short notice given to us. Here we go…
Night pouch dark again. Not a lot, either?
Ablutions, getting short of the Terbinafine cream. Only two cuts shaving. Porcelain Throne messy again. Someone (Not me) had flushed the WC. More trips to fetch water Back-Pain Brenda complaining. Yet another intermittent ailment now. Short sharp stabbing pains under my left nipple in the ribs? Ah, well!
Got the paperwork ready to be sorted, saved or Shredded. Made a brew, and it went cold. Computer on and… Back on in ten-minutes then… five later… Fifteen minutes later, after resetting the box, it went back on. Gave up!
Cleaned the hallway and sorted the waste bags.
Virgin is back on! Computing again… for an hour or so… Turned it off, as a Carer arrived to help me sort put my paperwork. This took us ages and yonks. No chance to get blogging again.
Carer Kara came to assist me with medicationalisationing and planning for the upcoming trip to the hospital. ♥ And arrange a visit to the bank re statements and my problems with the account.
During this we tried to find out if there was a cash machine in the City Hospital I could use, to make sure I had enough money with me to pay for the hospital & next week’s Bank meeting lift. I looked it up on the computer again and found this below.
Then… Turned off the computer. I’ll try to get up early and get on with this blog sorted out… Humph! Cause Liberty-Global Virgin Media is going down tomorrow for several hours. (As it hadn’t been already!)
Can’t recall the other things that happened..
Did find this photo of the meal mind you. I enjoyed it, I think.
And found this in the paperwork we were sorting out. Lot’s left to do on this, yet.
I wonder how many of these crimes were committed by Parole Board Wankers freeing them early? Just a thought.
TTFN must dash to final prepping for the hospital. That is if they can find someone to go with me? Or (As they said at the hospital) no cataracts will be done without a Carer attending with me. And I’ll go back to the start of the waiting list. Please, No!
A lot took place today. Nothing good, of course.Panic, frustration, Whoopsiedangleplops, & Accifauxpas were rife. Everything that could delay and slow me seemed to!
The $24 million, with guaranteed bonuses and an open-ending expense account Liberty-Global head-honcho Fries, the money-manipulating financial number-cruncher, will no doubt be troubled by their failure to get, even an imitation of an efficient internet connection, or unbroken service me. I lost so much work when the Smoke & Mirrors man’s Virgin Media went down – multiple times – AGAIN!
05:10hrs: I stirred and removed the night pouch.
It was a terrible colour again. Removed the night pouch.
Washed last night’s pots up. Then off to the
Controlled the evacuation. Which must have taken ten minutes to expel from my rear end. Bloody, but not messy, the long-awaited splash, and then the fearsome job of refilling the water tank buckets. I had a go at using the shower to refill the buckets. But dear soon kicked off with my bending to clear the mass of water all over the place, caused by
Made up and cleared the bags of waste. Started to reply to the multitude of comments on my blog… well, one. And was summoned back to the . A complete reversal! Humph! Trotsky Terence was in charge this time. He’s a messy bloke!
Got things cleaned up. Used, and then refilled the water buckets for the awaiting attention not-working water tank.
Put the kettle on, and Cara Kara arrived. Bless her. She soon had the medications sorted and listened to my problems, which she knew all about, as she is handling things for me with my confused, financials
A food order arrived, as I was taking the morning view. My much-missed beautiful, but sad that I can no longer visit it every morning as I used to.
Onto the computer, to find that CorelDraw had gone ape-shit. Various icons were blacked out! Impossible to save anything, copy, paste, group or access any of the Bitmap options. I left it a while, hoping for a miracle repair to be performed by an Angel of some kind – But No! It was not so! I tried several other versions of CorelDraw, x7, x8, 2018 etc. but they were all the same – Non-working Icons. I then had a thought (I do occasionally), I think the old bank card details were used to try to take my payment… I’d forgotten to change them? Likely my fault, then. Humph! I had a look at various options in art packages that I could buy far cheaper than CorelDraw. None of them did what I needed them for. I investigated the prospects of buying Adobe Illustrator. But not at that price, although also what put me off was watching some tutorials on using it, I don’t think I’ll live long enough to learn how to manipulate it. Hehe! So, I bought the latest CorelDraw. Somehow I managed to download it, pay for it, and installed it without any help. However… Setting it up from scratch, and the farcical payment being rejected and having to do it again; 5 hours! And I say this myself… I was lucky! Yes!
As soon as the transaction was completed. Arrived I went to make a mug of Thompson’s Punjana and took this photograph of the Tree Copse below. Also this mystery snap of whatever it was. Hehehe!
Back to the Computer, working again… for ten minutes, then… Well, fancy that!
The food was delivered! Frozen stored away The fridge filled a bit… Smashing! Back to the setting up of the CorelDraw screen. It took another two hours or so, and I was struggling with it, so tried to load an old file in the hopes that the palettes and layout had been included in the original saving of it… Yee-Haa! It worked; this saved me time for once; it just needs fine-tuning now. But… Grrr!
I’d tried four times to get hold of Josie, to give her the kettle that arrived with today’s order. But no luck, I tried a fifth time, no answer. But I thought I could hear noises from within her flat. They must have been loud for me to hear them. I tried the door and entered, and foul Josie in her kitchen. “I’ve not got my hearing aids in!” she said. She was doing her laundry, and the spin drier was making the noise. I was too late getting the replacement kettle to rescue her… she’s been out and bought one already. Took the edge off of my efforts. I gave her the box and said to keep it just in case. She said she wanted to give me something for once. I got her departed husband’s walking stick. With her strict instructions to use it. Haha! Bless her!
It was already near on 19:00hrs as I gave up on the computer. This blog has not even started. Tomorrow is going to be busy as well as I get ready for the QMC trip. Can’t imagine me catching up on blogging. But you never know!
Then: So I could not save my work, and left the computer in sleep mode, and checked on the pins…Not looking bad at all. Emptied day pouch and the colour was really good. Fifteen minutes later, I tried the computer, and it was back on. By the time I’d saved my work, all bar CorelDraw…
$24 million a year Liberty-Global’s boss, Mr Fries, must be laughing his head off!
Next Delivery… Plenty of liquids for me to be able to follow the District Nurse’s orders and drink 3-a-day, minimum. Naturally, these above are not for me. Oh, no!
A fairish nosh prepared. I do like boiling boiled potatoes in the slow cooker… they tend not to burn. I’d had them in there for about nine hours on low! Hehe! Along with soya sausages, garden peas and some beetroot. A worthy 8.1/10 for taste rating.
Chris arrived and did the med’s and rubbed in some of the pain gel on my back for me.
Although not in a good frame of mind with theand CorelDraw farcicalnesses, I drifted off into the land of Sweet Morpheus… it was blissful… Until arrived to wake me up, Hehehe! Chloe added the to the
Yet again, could I get to sleep? Not a cat in hell’s chance! I gave up and went to take photos of the evening sky. I took the first, then zoomed in to take the close-up. Was enjoyed. I saw several items in these cloud formations. A chick’s (chicken’s) head, a pair of eyes, and a face.
Last check of the pins as I got down into the £300, second-hand, most uncomfortable, decrepit, Haemorrhoid Harold-testing, creaking, sleep-deterring, nauseatingly beige-coloured, not-working, recliner.
A Jolly Good Morning to you… I greeted the world with a rendition of “Oh, what a Beautiful Morning”, followed by “Onward Christian Soldiers”. Bounded out of the second-hand, £300, c1968, overwhelmingly-sickening beige coloured, tatty, uncomfortable, wobbly, germ-producing, falling to pieces, food residue-collecting recliner, and did a few rounds of shadow-boxing. Then 10 minutes on the weight lifting, and went out onto the balcony, and Yodelled Frank Ifield’s “She Taught Me To Yodel…
I stirred after only about four hours worth of kip, checked the clock, 04:45hrs, and swiftly fell back to sleep. Woke with a nervous tic attached to my left eye, and checked the clock again, 05:00hrs. I considered the option of getting up… Zzz! 06:00hrs the next time I woke, still with the nervous tic in the left eye. Danged annoying that was! Back to Kip, I floated… Not waking until gone 07:00hrs! The tic still twitching away. I even had to force myself then to rise from the comfort (that’s not the right word) of the recliner, to grapple with getting the night bag from . It soon dawned on me, that the night pouch had not been attached. If I remember rightly, I must have forgotten to ask the Carer to do it. Of had I taken it off myself earlier? I think not, because the urine in the day bag was a deep brown-red. I stood and caught my balance, reached for , took off the dressing gown to cool me cool down, and went off to utilise, in response to the early call to the . Once0 again, was in control, very messy! However, ailment number 21, , after carrying the buckets of water to refill the not-working for 9 weeks now W.C. water tank, was far easier than she has been lately. That is thanks to the Carers rubbing in the Phorpain Gel regularly for me for a few days now. Easing the discomfort. But, as usual, the started off, as if to cover for BPB’s absence. Hehehe! I got the computer on, determined to get yesterday’s blog sorted ASAP. After five minutes of putting the photographs in from the Kodak SD card, and I realised many pictures that I took last night, were not there! Tsk! – !
Then, I got a bit of a shock, sat sitting here, again wearing only , and the morning Carer came into the room! Somehow I’d not heard the chime. I clabbered about to get the dressing gown back on sharpishly. got the medications sorted. Then got some gel rubbed into my back. Very welcome! Cheers! Peptac taken. But no Paracetamols were needed. I believe that Phorpain, which has Ipobrufen in it, serves as an extra painkiller? Having it rubbed in so often, it gives me a chance to reduce the drugs I’m taking. I’ll see how the pain levels go… Huh! As I typed about this, would you believe that the started off again?
I got the Saturday blog finished, and I posted it off to WordPress.
demand number two arrived. was even more dominant on this visit. I dropped the PPs, sat, shat and was upright again within literally seconds! The mess was unbelievable and took me ages to clean up, and the bending to wash things disturbed , who was accompanied by a more persistent ! So much for cutting back on the drugs! I thought I’d better take another Galphram in hopes of controlling ‘s appetite for wet, smelly, gooey evacuationing! The pins and plates seemed to be looking better. Apart from the ankles of course. Then, the urine started flowing a lot easier and faster for an hour or so. And a lot clearer and lighter colour, too! I’ve not had a good stubbing for a long time now. This one was a cracker! Not that it bothered me, of course. Pain means nothing to me at all.
The door chime chimed. It does that! I’ve noticed it a few times. Hehe! It was neighbour Josie from across the hall. The poor gal was having trouble with her kettle again. Despite my acute lack of knowledge and fear of anything mechanical, technical or complicated, I went in to see if I could help her. I think I worked out what it was, too. I could be wrong, of course. But believe that the insert into the base looked worn a little. So filled her kettle up, and it worked! She’ll need a new one, though, to be on the safe side with electrics. She went to Wilko, but they had none in stock. So, a made her a mug of coffee, said my farewells and returned to the flat. And ordered her one from Asda, I hope her current one lasts until it arrives.
Got an email from old friend Chrissie, telling me that the cataract replacement is a ‘Doddle’, to use her own words. That was kind of her; she always knew what I was thinking 66 years ago when we were neighbours. and a lot younger. Hehehe! Chrissie said she’d had two cataracts done. She mentioned a procedure she has to go through, regularly with an injection in her eye. I looked it up. I think it is called ‘Laser Injection Photo Dynamic’. Bless her! ♥ I asked her if she found out what it was that was eating her toe.
Got the oven heating up, and a can of Golokowa ready, then peas & carrots in the saucepan. All I have to do when the potatoes are cooked is get some slabs of the Flora Non-Butter butter in a couple of bread rolls. We’ll see how it goes; my plans are famous for their failures!
I’ll see if I can get it done before the night carer arrives. Back soon… or in the morning.
arrived. Medicationalised me, and took the waste bags with him. A little natter, I’m not sure either of us understood each other, but we ended up laughing. Haha!
The cloud formations tonight were indicative of changing weather, as Dad used to tell me. See that? I can recall from 70 years ago… but still, I forget to turn off taps, heaters, the stove, the shower power box, lock or unlock a door, the time, day, date… etc.! This picture evoked my love of nature.
I finished making the meal and got it served up on the plate and tray. Golonkowa, thick chips, carrots and peas; with two bread rolls filled with chunks of Flora no-butter butter. The chips were okay, and bread rolls and peas & carrots were all decent enough too… The Golonkowa and Plant butter were fantastically tasty!. A well-deserved Flavour-Rating given of 8.2/10.
I washed the pots and settled down 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. To watch something on the TV. How come, when I want to sleep at night, I can’t? Yet nearly always nod-ff watching the goggle-box when the first set of commercials come on? Humph!
I was well away dreaming and came in, turned on the light, and it took me a while to work out where I was and what I was doing. I must have been deep in sleep. Handed out the Peptac, then dolloped on and rubbed in some Phorpain Gel into my lower back. Nice! It really helps ease the pain from . Thanks! He then got the attached, a little too tightly, I found; when it came to me getting it off in the morning, to . Understandably, the lad doesn’t want it to come loose and leak. Took the fresh wastrel bag with him.
I had to get up to turn off the light. Got up easily enough, grabbed the , and turned off the light. Then… – A against the ottoman returning to the chair. At least I didn’t get tangled up in the long night-pouch tube this time. Hehehe!
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –I rose rapidly from the aged, grotty-looking c1966 made, charity-shop-bought, horribly beige-coloured, £300, Harold’s Haemorrhoid-testing, non-operational, acne-giving, virus-breeding, rickety, easy-to-fall-out-of recline, the moment I stirred. Did a few press-ups and shadowboxing, and go with the weights… I’ll try again…
I woke up coughing with the odd sneeze and bent down to remove the night pouch. Almost immediately and the most annoying kicked off. Then my spectacles fell off of my head. I dropped the picker-upperer retrieving them. Now, the hinges are even loser and more delicate than they were before! And the which the picker-upperer fell on, are sorer! I lifted the bag to see how much had been passed in the night, and the colour to record on the log.Carer Sam later confirmed it was a level four. I made up the waste bags. Then I washed the pots. Went to make a brew of tea, and had to shoot off (Well, hobbled) to the wet room in response to the innards rumbling and rear-passageway’s seemingly-urgent emissions of winds. I fumbled my way and got the PP’s down, tearing them in my haste. Then just sat there waiting for something to move for ages. Couldn’t see to do the crosswording, or count the cracks on the ceiling. Worra life! Hehe! Good heavens look at the time; it’s gone 19:00hrs. I’ll have to do the rest in quick mode, or I’ll not get owt to eat.
Carer Sam called, and we had a little natter. Carer Jodie next. Good, short chinwag. Then I got the call from QMC EENT. . I tried to call EasyLink to book a lift there and back. But no answer – weekend again, innit! Things needing help, always come at the weekend! I asked the evening Carer to make sure I’m reminded to call them again Monday morning. Then I rang Meridian to inform them. Got some blogging done. , , and then the all kicked off within about an hour, ruining my joy at getting the cataract appointment!
Through the balcony window. A second shot shows the fallen-off curtains. Humph!
Afternoon wee-wee. A good colour!
Nice few this afternoon. Check on the worker-free house.
Finally, the first mug of Thompson Punjana tea. Four cookies only are allowed. (Alright, I had five!)
Second visit to the . It took me about 25 minutes. In command again.
I think I may have put this on earlier in the week. It’s the latest date from about mid-April when first reporting the fault. It keeps getting retimed for later. Jenny emailed me asking if she can do anything , bless her cotton socks and lovely nature. ♥
PAREIDOLIAING DELIGHT! . Bootiful! . The top shot was taken to the left, bottom one to the right from the kitchenette window. I stopped the blood from trapping my digit in the can opener.
Fodder time – back later on. TTFN I’m back!
What a sky that developed. No pareidoliaising, though. But so beautiful. I’ll ask Tim in New Mexico what these are called; he’ll know. Clever chap & Ether-Mate.
The evening arrived as I was prepping the meal. Good timing. Gave my back a dose of painkiller cream. No tablets needed, painkillers, I meant. With the back pain gel having Ibuprofen, in it, I expect it will help a little without extra tablets to cope with . Usual night prescription meds dealt out.
What another feast. A mixed bag of a hotpot, stew, call it what you will. Two defrosted bread rolls, to funk in the liquid… which had in it: Fresh leeks, baked potatoes and a can of thick vegetable soup; with my secret ingredients. Although they won’t be now cause I’m telling you. Hehehe! Borscht beetroot juice and some peas. A decent splash of BBQ sauce, veg oxo cubes, sea salt, and baked potato cubes. Followed by… Some delicious vegan ice cream! Overall Taste Rating: 9.2/10!. Grrreat! The best bit, is I have enough left in the saucepan, to have the same tomorrow – with different sliced potatoes as a side!
Turned off the computer, and went to take more shots of the ever-changing sky view. Nice!
Then I got down in the £300, second-hand bought, c1968, nauseously beige-coloured, not-working, rusty, rickety, crumb-holder of a tatty recliner, to watch some ‘Heartbeat’ on TV.
Last call from , who attached the night pouch to . No educational prescription tablets were needed, but I did take some Peptac.
In hopes of getting up early to have a good shave, shower and scrub-up, followed by a freshening up & medication of the outer and some inner areas; I prayed as I settled back into the £300, second-hand, decrepit, c1968, rickety recliner; For Sweet Morpheus to be kind to me… Of course, there was not a ghost of a chance! Not tonight, yet he let me fall asleep twice… no, three times at the hospital on Thursday? No at all. Well, not to the usual standard. Yet despite this, and feeling so tired and worn out mentally, sleep, getting off to sleep, took me hours of absolute boredom and frustration. After a few hours, I noticed that the