I’d like to report that things were very much better today. But I can’t! The agony of worries over the shortages of medications and the tube chaffing from tube; many other things, but the main one was , who was winning the battle with never having been so bad. , & ensured that my vision was crap and getting worse. Plus, so many hours were spent correcting mistakes. Just thought I’d mention it.
As usual for the last two weeks, frustratingly, there was no night-bag to change. This mystery of the medication’s non-arrival, and unattainable night catcher bags, is the reason for the pain I’m suffering. The night bag gave the day bag a refresh, which I believe helped clear the infection from the bladder. The mega-high Blood Pressure and the darkening urine since these things stopped coming to indicate this to me. But I’m powerless to do anything about them. No District nurse calling; new medications, along with last months medication, supposedly waiting for collection at the pharmacy. No DVT or
Phlebotomy nurse called in weeks now? I’m in bad pain through the lack of tablets. Doreen’s Dementia is affecting my responses. The eyes are making everyday tasks harder and full of accidents and mistakes. Oh, dear! Just thought I’d mention it. Not that it helps, of course.
Fancy that! But it lightened later.
But the blood pressure was horrendous! I did extra checks in the hope that it would come down, but… Nope! Wonder if this is due to the none attainment of, and running out of some medications?
Oh the bright side (I had to look very hard, Hehe!), the ankle ulcers were nice and calm. (Says Inchie as he gets grief from the catheter tube via Little Inchie and cleans the blood up changers protection pants, . Then get more stabbings from .
A bad day all round today. Window-Man Joe called to do them. I was out of it most of the time with taking so many painkillers, I think. No idea what had happened for several hours. I keep mentioning the pain I was in to each Carer. At least, I think I must have.
Got the meal served up early, I gave up trying to concentrate on the computer. Cooked the meal without any damage. Hehe!
Sat watching TV with subtitles and devouring the pleasantly tasty meal I’d done for myself. Pretend meat (Very nice), beetroot, tomatoes, and potato cubes done in the oven after being sprayed with oil. Carer Josef arrived mid-feast. Can’t recall what happened, he was soon off, as there was no night bag to change, and I’d already taken the painkillers & Peptac. Nice lad.
Yet another depressing demanding, busy, can’t-get-anything-done day. Several of note: After approximately. six weeks of suffering, bleeding, blood in the urine, and general agony with , I got a letter from City-Care with help and advice on using and coping with the painfully stuck-in Little Inchy tube of . After several… no, many with bleeding from the filling pouch pulling at the tubing, I went a step further today, and the connector from Little Inchie to the pouch came off altogether! Having unknowingly and. unintentionally weeing all over myself, the letter with the tips arrived. They were in print to faded and small to read, mind you, anyway. But just one of the graphs, I could decipher. Drink no tea or coffee other than decaffeinated, Green or Herbal tea. I couldn’t read 80% of it; far too small a print… have I said that already?
Also, a Urine Score Card. Tonight it was level 7, I fear!
First photo of the day.
Blood in the night catheter.
Cleared up during the day, and the flow was much freer and more frequent. It did stink a bit, mind you. Dettol and air spray to the rescue.
Looked like there was a fire in the Basford area. I didn’t see any blue lights, though. Ten minutes later, and the clouds were preparing for the sunset?
Phase two… Phase three… Phase four… Then the mail arrived…
Confused, and wanting not to miss the sunset photos, I left them in a pile for perusing later back in the kitchen…
Wow! Awe-inspiring! Great colour variation! An almost marbled sky… Amazing, this looked like something solid and cream?
Looks like a cave opening?
Tendrils back? Could be used in an alien film this one? Shot down at the car park Back up to the beautiful sky… To the left a bit… Gorgeous! Nightie-night!
Copy of last week’s BP results, etc., that cost me so much time in preparing to send to the Doctors as requested. You would not belive the mistakes I had to correct… probably still some in it. Humph!
I woke up (I do that sometimes, you know) a little later than I intended to, but Sweet Morpheus allowed me to fall back asleep again earlier. I got the Night Pouch off and collected the things I’d amassed last night in readiness (blimey, I sound so organised this morning… don’t I?) and the wee-wee bucket to empty and sanitise and hobbled painfully (The sole of the right foot) to the wet room to do the. Which were slow and painful, especially the stop to utilise the .
However, I had an FND moment when I got around to dressing… I actually believed that a person was standing next to me! I didn’t recognise her; she didn’t talk but just melted away into the ether as I got over the shock and turned to look at her. It was so real, I looked around for her. The door was closed, and at that instant, I had an out-of-body experience that lasted only a few seconds… this is impossible, of course, but in some way, I felt I was watching myself and was not myself, but someone else. Weird!
arrived, but I didn’t tell him what had just happened. I felt such a fool and too embarrassed, too! And here I am now, telling the billions of tellurians and my vast amount of followers on WordPress about it! Still, my legions of followers are both decent lads. Hehehe!
Poor lad looked all in, shattered at the end of his long shift. It’s a fact that when the chap takes off his glasses, releases long, noisy yawns, and falls asleep while I’m talking to him, he needs his bed! (Only joking!) A grand bloke & Carer. Not that it stopped him from sorting out the medications for me. Then he departed; after checking the taps (faucets) & stove. I hope he’s not coming down with anything! And his insulin level is okay. He’s such a nice lad.
I rushed to get the Thursday blog finished and posted it. Then it was time to get ready for the visit to the Coppice Hospital.
All dressed in the outside gear. Today is the first time I’ve worn trousers for about a week or more. With problems, it’s rather painful being trousered. So, fingers crossed that today’s little trip out will not agitate the situation in the lower regions.
I got down in the lobby, with ten minutes to spare before the lift from the was due. We took the long way around this time. Still got there in plenty of time, though. I was dropped of in the car park and made my way to the reception door. A lady came to let me in, and by the time I’d adjusted to a comfortable sitting position with , the nurse arrived and said follow me. Through the corridors, but I nearly lost her; she was fast! The sole of the foot and dangling tubes from the catheter slowed me down. The lady mentioned that I had not brought my carer with me, and why not? I explained that last time because it was my first session, hate carer helped me out by coming with me, and that’s why he was so sleepy. I couldn’t ask him again. Fair enough, she said.
No messing, sit down, and the Q&A session began. It took a similar format at first as the last session. I think I was doing as well as last time. Then the drawing, writing, telling time and mathematical tasks were done. I feel I did well on the words, naming animals, people etc. The maths buggered me, though, as is usual.
The next hour or so is just a haze. I remember having to check the , as I thought it was getting fuller, pulling on the tube and poor Little Inchy. The lady said; Finally, what can you remember about the first test you did when we started? I thought for a while. (Hoping something would trigger the brain), but no, I had no idea. This had obviously happened before. The lady tried to help, and an example: Was it Brian Douglas, Johnson or Smith? I had a guess. Then another tip; Was it Milton Close, Avenue or Road? I guessed. Was it number 72, 44 or 39? Aha! I got that one. It was the number of my flat! Was it Dorset, Falmouth or Dorchester? I guessed! Obviously, the names here are made up cause I can’t remember them.
All done; no idea how I did, but felt okay, and as I walked back to the reception, the pain from the sole of my foot was much easier. There was a wait of about 50 minutes for the Easy-Link to collect me. But I had not taken the crossword book and pen with me. So I sat quietly in a too-low chair… Oh, I’ve remembered I missed something that happened in the session: I told the lady I had made a list of unusual happenings and handed her the notepaper… She handed it back to me; I had taken the list I’d made for the visit to the doctor. I rifled through my pockets and found the one I wanted to give her, and gave it to her. She asked a couple of clarificationalistical questions, and it was not mentioned again.
So, there I was sat, sitting in the chair, and… Zzzz!
As I woke up with a jump, the lady from the reception was coming to me; she had seen the Easy-Link Minibus arriving. Walked out with me to have a word with the driver about something. We were soon back at the flats, quick route taken, gave the driver a choice of drinkies from the cans from within the three-wheeled walked bag, thanked him and got indoors and up to the flat. Phoned Meridian Care; to let them know I was back home.
Started to cook some food, and the sunset caught my eye. I wasn’t throwing the eye, Haha!) Over the half an hour I was cooking, I took four photos with the Fuji camera (It’ll need six new batteries shortly; it is an old camera, but highly appreciated). It was given to me by Carer Richard when the Canon camera crapped out. Now the new Lumix has bit the dust, and Fuji continues to work but is too big to take out with me.
I thought did a fairish job.
Then one of the houses below.
Eerie one this?
Arrived, and we decided not to add the yet, as it was only 20:00hrs, and @I need to make my meal. Which is dodgy with a walking stick and carrying the tubed catheter pouch at the same time as prepping food. I was working on this blog at the time and knew it would be hours before I got the meal. Although, I got it prepared and in one saucepan to make it easier to get served up. I’ll try to fit the bag myself later.
Hours later, it came to now. I’ll get the nosh sorted and then the flipping added on… I hope.
I’ll be back in the morning to finish this off. I hope!
I made a bigger meal than planned. Ate most of it. Flavour Rating: 702/10.
Then, I to . It was a painful experience. This simple task left me with , , , , and even the kicked-off, with a vengeance. And, apart from that, I had been doing so well with the lack of ailments today. Humph!I even pulled at the inserted into Little-Inchie’s tubing and started stinging and the .
I’ll try to remember not to add the night bag myself again. It’s not worth the pain and lack of sleep this caused.
GETTING TO SLEEP – Hah! I suppose, looking back, it was rather comical, really, all the same. After fiddling with the tubing in Little Inchie, adjusting the Protection Pads down to avoid contact, and finally finding a position that was less hurtful… Then of all things came into action! Which moved the tubing, bringing back the twinging pains and started the Fungal Lesion leaking again! I went all the adjusting things rigmarole again. Having nearly found a more comfortable arrangement... I then needed to utilise the .
I gingerly rose, Catheter Night bag in one hand, walking stick in the other, and hobbled to the wet room. Git there in time, at least. The evacuation was another of the gushing, watery, messing, pongy jobs. You know? One of them uses up half a toilet roll to clean things up afterwards?
After stemming the bleeding, cleaning and medicating, I returned to the £300, second-hand bought, c1968, nauseously beige-coloured, not-working, rusty, rickety, crumb-holder of a tatty recliner; and went through yet again, the process of finding a less painful position to settle into.
had calmed down, but unfortunately decided to have a go at me. Early hours of the morning, I was almost at the point of drifting off at last… There was a loud dull thud from the flat above. I pondered and worried over this; Is the new tenant who moved in taken a fall? It was no good, I just had to go up and ring their bell, just to see if he or she was alright… I struggled painfully out of the £300 second-hand, c1968, cringingly-beige-coloured, not-working, rickety recliner and caught my balance. Put the hearing aids in so I might hear if I got any reply when I rang their bell. got the stick and was about to go to the hallway… fearing the worst, I just had to know if they were okay and get help if not. Then I heard music on TV, the radio playing. So it seems whoever is up there is okay. Which was a good thing. Back into the second-hand, £300, charity shop bought, crumb-retaining, microorganism-microbe producing, gungy, moth-eaten, beige-coloured, non-working, bacillus encouraging, incommodious, Haemorrhoid Harold testing, c1968 recliner, and once more went through the getting into a comfy position routine for Little Inchie and the .
Then moments later, I realised it was time to get up for the Iceland delivery anyway… And to think I looked forward to retiring and having a life of peace, rest, pleasure and comfort!
I got carried away today… No, not the undertakers or men in white coats to blame. Har-har! It was a moment of freedom granted to my mind by VDD; Vascular Dementia Doreen. A cunning trick on her behalf to give me more grief, and it fooled and lured me into spending half an hour or so of heavenly pareidoliaing as the sunset faded for the day. And I took many photos of its progress, Bootiful! (Further down never the bottom of the blog.
But and however, she made me pay dearly for my moments of contentment. While viewing, photographing and admiring the beauty of Mother Nature through the kitchen window… I’d left the hot tap running. And dangerously accifauxpa-temptingly held in the evacuation that was brewing; So as not to miss the last photos as the darkness fell – But I had to rush off to the Porcelain Throne as things in the rear-end were starting of their own accord! Naturally, I failed to make it in time. Another mess to clean up! Which I did as quickly as I could to get back to the photographicalisationing. Which is when I noticed the hot tap (faucet) running. The water was cold by then. But the real pisser of them all? I missed the dawning of the darkness to picture. I do believe I swore vociferously! Ah, well, on with the diary…
Up at about 06:40hrs. I think the shock of a certain organ being extended, thus giving me great discomfort with the catheter, helped get me up and into wakefulness of sorts. I got the night pouch disconnected.
Went to wash the tube end, and the moon was still in view, so I snapped it wide and closer.
Not very well, mind.
Unbelievably, the day bag had reloaded with clear wee-wee.
I soon got it emptied.
Carer Richard arrived. Medications were given, and he reminded me of Thursday’s visit to the Mental Health Coppice Hospital. Now I must remember to ring Easy-Lift to make sure I have booked a lift. Before it is too late to do so. (Of course, I forgot to do it). Richard checked the taps and stove for me.
Ah, a bit of blood in the urine now. But it cleared up later. I caught the tube earlier, and it may have ripped the fungal lesion a bit. It hurt like hell. (I did this three more times in the afternoon and evening)
I received an email from Lisa at the Rehabilitation and Falls Service (South Locality). She is a caring lady. Asking many questions, which I probably went into too much detail in answering, now I think of it. But I answered them all. Bless her. Carer Sam arrived. Meds and safety checks were done. I was working on making mistakes, errors, misspellings and forgetting things on the blog.
Carer Kara called. Always helpful, that gal.
Teatime, I went to make a brew, and the sunset photo farce began. Here are the photos in the order they were taken; some zoomed in and some not. There are a good few; sorry if they bore you.
But I love them, even if they did cause the Porcelain Throne and tap to be left on scenarios. Hehehe!
I took a couple, one of the car park, the other of the houses, to break up the monotony for you.
Then back to the sky…
Then I had to tend to the Porcelain Throne farce.
Air Fryer tried arrived; good timing on my behalf. The frier-timer had about ten minutes left to go. Richard let me make the meal before he gave me the medications and put the night pouch onto the day bag for me. He took the waste bags with him. The chip putties were consumed with some tomato ketchup. The letdown (I usually get one of these regularly) was that the Lumix would not work for me at all. Well, it gave me a blank screen. I’ll try it again in the morning… but my hope is not high.
Good morning! Although it was not a great start to the day. There followed some great and careful help from the District Nurses. But the morning Carer did not show up. Ups and downs throughout the day. Betterer than yesterday. – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
So far behind, I’ll have to just do the few that I photo’d. And miraculously found memories from the chronically badly scrawled notepad.
A blown bag of out-of-date chips burst open. I enjoyed cleaning them up.
‘Red sky in the morning – Shepherds Warning!
The pouch fills up quickly.
0845hrs: No Morning Carer Yet. Blogging.
09:15hrs: No Morning Carer Yet.
Decided to take the antibiotic tablet, just in case they do not come at all. (They didn’t) The Doctor said yesterday it is important to take them apart in equal time periods, morning &evening.
District Nurses came to replace the Catheter. I mentioned that no carer had called yet to give me the medications. I was assured that they will be coming. With it already being 11:00hrs, I was not exactly confident about this. They did a good job with the painful (to me) job of extracting and inserting the new tubing and catheter. Working well straight away. Thanked them and insisted on them taking some treats by way of a thank you. Off they went, and I returned to the slow frustrating job of working on this Thursday’s IT.
The new catheter was working well.
11:45hrs: No Morning Carer Yet. Blogging..
Carer Kara arrived later. I thought she had been up to the neck in it and was coming late from the early call, but no. She was not late. This was her mid-morning call. I explained about the antibiotics and my having taken them to keep the important timing right.
Kara gave me all the other medication that should have been issued earlier. We had a little natter as she checked the taps and the stove and took the waste bags with her as she departed.
Tea and porridge, and I watched some TV for a break from computing.
Getting darker earlier.
By gum, changing the catheter has worked as a real treat. Thanks to the two nurses. They sent two because they didn’t believe last week’s crew when they told them how tiddly Little Inchie really was. They do now!
I came over all tired and weary, just like I did the day before. I was so far behind with everything, but I had to just leave it and get my head down. I was suddenly shattered!
I was soon in the land of nod. Zzzz!
But not for long, for I felt the weight of the catheter pouch as I moved into a more -friendly position 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’m glad I did, cause as you can see above, the new catheter was flowing smoothly and persistently… which is good! There were only the very faintest signs of any blood, as well.
I think it was who came again. It may have been, and it could likely have been . Or, . I was so deep in sleep that I could not see much at all cause both eyes had fogged up; I couldn’t hear anything, whoever it was said, and with the ever-present ogre of…
Plaguing me in my current half-conscious state, I fear I recall but nothing of the Carer’s penultimate visit. Whoever it was. I assume I was given the medications. I did not as I remember getting out of the £300, bought eight years ago from the second-hand shop, Harold Haemorrhoid testing, repugnantly beige-coloured, crumb containing, virus-breeding, acne-giving, rickety, none-working recliner, for the whole visit. In fact, did it happen? Was I dreaming? Was someone toying with me in my ultra-sleep mode? Was I drunk – I don’t think I drank any alcohol. Unless it was in an out-of-body experience in my somniferous early evening temporary hibernation with Sweet Morpheus? Fair enough, I had been nibbling; the proof of that was the two four-pack biscuit wrappers I found crammed up my sleeve later. More of the nocturnal somnambulistic activities I seem to involuntarily enjoy?
I was struggling to stay awake throughout the gal’s visit. And was soon back in the dreamland within seconds of the Carer leaving. I was totally done for, tired, drained, and shot! To make things worse, I was aware that with all the visitors, and my lackadaisicalness, I’d not even started the blog off yet! I foolishly allowed myself to imagine I’d get up later and give it a go. It didn’t happen! I wasn’t feeling good at all.
I was not hearing, seeing, or understanding what was going on. And this is the second day of these experiences. I look back now, and a dreadful fear of not coping with Doreen and the ailments, and thus going into a home, scares the shit out of me!
Another deep, preciously removing the worries, fears and uncertainty of life. Bless Sweet Morpheus!
Shortly, and far too quickly, I was woken by the door chime. And in came the sweet Carer Sarah. Her mission? To giveth me medicationalisationings, and, and had soon for me, and set about and to the day pouch. On this rude awakening, thankfully, I was nowhere as out of it as I was on the earlier visit. I was definitely more responsive after I got over the shock of getting up too quickly. The eyes & hearing are still bad, though.
Sarah got the night bag fitted on. She emptied and washed the bucket from emptying the day catheter. Did the medicationings, and we had a little chat. She read some of the dates on the food in the fridge for me too. Bade her farewell at the door, and I locked it.
Then I decided to make a meal. Huh! One-handed, with the stick and night bag tagging along. It was a mistake. The meal was fine, but the mess I got into making it left me bruised and a mess all over the kitchen!
Eating away, enjoying the flavour, I dunked one of the cobs several times. Getting the second one, I broke it open… the greeny-yellow mould spewed out, and it fell with a splonk into the dish, tomatoes and ersatz franks! That was the end of the meal!
SATURDAY 4th FEBRUARY 2023
ANOTHER HORRENDOUSLY TIME-CONSUMING DAY.
A SPARSE PATCHY EFFORT TODAY FROM INCHIE, SORRY.
The catheter contents were locking mighty colour!
Up, Porcelain Throne, wash, and got a mug of tea and the last pot of porridge. Sob!
Care Sarah arrived, and she helped me clean up the spillage I’d just made when the blown bag of seasoned chips blew up! Hehe!. Pouch checked. Little natter.
Hours of blogging until the almost-expected weariness and mega-tiredness arrived. After that, I was drained and not good at anything. (I seem to remember my Dad telling me that?).
Burnt the stew that I was making. Left the kitchen hot tap running. When it warmed up in the PM, I left the damned hot water running in the wet room! Not a good day, and it got even worserer!
Sinking towards frustrated depression here! I went to put the photo’s on this blog, and can it be? They were not there on the SD card.
Then, for three days now, the mind went into muddled mode. Honestly, worrying this is. As I recall, I was washing the pots for the eventual meal I’d made for the second time…
Which wasn’t too bad. I found myself in the spare room, picking through my socks and seemingly sorting them? I carried on separating the short ones from the long ones for ages? It was like it wasn’t me, but a film I was watching? It has to be said Doreen Dementia is winning here! How do I explain this to the nurse next Tuesday; when she does the follow-up interview? Should I mention this or the following farce to her at all?
I actually left the junk room, and I started to make another meal!!! Until waking up on Sunday morning, everything was a blur. Ni idea who or if a Carer came, but the night catheter was comfortable, so I~ think either Sarah or Kara may have tended to it.
05:00hrs: Woke, and almost in auto-mode, emptied the catheter pouch. Noticing that the colour was not so healthy-looking today.
Which was so pongy and under the complete control of . Gooey, smelly, messy, almost Karki coloured with a wet straw texture?
Emptied the night bag.
Not much wee-weeing being done? Seems off checking the bag to see if you’ve pee’d much. Hahaha!
The Iceland delivery arrived.
The fridge & Freezer look fuller now…
Accidental shot here.
I’m good at these…
Reserved for the next time, I run out of food.
. Arrived, sadly, his last call of the week. Boy, was he shattered! Yawning frequently, a few times I had to check he’d not nodded off! Only joking!I’d changed the night bag when I was doing the ablutions. Richard had a look to make sure all was well with it. Got the medicines sorted and assured me that someone was going to look into the should I Take -Warfarin-or Not senior for me today. Hat a little chin-wag, but the lad was so tired, I did not keep him from his much-needed bed. He went saying he’d have a word in the office before he left. Bless his Cotton-Socks!
Emptied the Catheter pouch and did some cleaning in the kitchenette.
Came with the confirmation that I can take the Warfarin okay tonight. ♥
Wonderful, it’s a shame it’s taken eight failed attempts to get an answer.
I was tickled pink! Well, figuratively?
Tina had done what no one else could and got an answer. Thanks, Tina!
went through the lift bookings making sure I’d got it right. Checked th e list of things I have to take with me and got them into the three-wheeled walker in the folder for me, ready for in the morning. ♥ Now awaiting the evening carer to arrive; confident that I can take the Warfarin tonight without worrying about it. Great!
I planned the evening meal. Potato Rostis, garden peas and bacon lardies… no, I’d better not. The Caramelised mini pork pies have a lot shorter date on them. So I’d better have them first. Did you note that? I remembered something… Ahem, it’s nothing, I remembered something in… I forget when now.
It’s nice and peaceful now the maintenance lads have gone home.
Caramelised Pies (just gone up by 25p at Asda) – Garden peas with added basil – Wholemeal (just gone up by 40p at Asda), baps – Tomatoes – & Tasty (just gone up by 40p at Asda), Potato Rostis.
Flavour Rating: 7/10.
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At this time, I got my head down…
Still confused and with a frown…
Forgot to put on my dressing gown…
Got up 4 times – for the Porcelain Throne!
Stubbed my toe, the nail that’s ingrown,
Hello, the Throne again; well, I’ll be blown!
Diarhorrea style, stinking pheromone…
The catheter straps were all strewn…
Made a brew & photo’d the moon!
07:45hrs: My waking up so late… well, I say that, but I’d been waking up all night again, but fatigue got me back to sleep this time. Thank you, Mr Fatigue!
The state of the Carers table caught my Katie cataracted, Glaucoma Gladys and Saccades-Sandra eyes. After three visits from Carer TY.
A broken catheter, open packs of day and night ones. Loose stablest on the floor under the table. But, I soon lost interest in that… the night catheter was in need of emptying and packing safely in a recycle bag. So I did! Fantastic! The when I bent or stretched were far, far less vicious than yesterday. I got the night bag off without too much bother, got it emptied into the bucket, and took it to the wet room for emptying and disinfecting.
As I was doing this, I felt wet dropping onto my ankle. I’d not turned the close lever far enough… So I did. Too late, of course. Now I had to wash the foot and floor along with the bucket. More time lost! But at least I could do it this morning, with the pains from the infection and the , too, so much easier!
Took the bucket back to the font room for use later on, and got the night bag in the normal bag, then the yellow high-risk bag, and finally, a black bag.
Well, feeling so well now, achieving so much, I decided to use the speed-mop to clean the kitchenette floor.
That was a little more trying, but I managed it. The bending down to pick up pieces of fluff got the back pains going, and I was beginning to regret tackling the fang job… But they soon abated back to just little aching; that’ll do for me.
Got the kettle on, but I did not make a brew. Why? I’ll tell you… A call to the that was overdue! In fact, I had to get a trot (of sorts) on to get to the Throne in time. I did, though, but it was . Ah, back to the pre-infection says mode again. was in complete control. I hope he’s not going to stay in control, or else I may run out of toilet paper if he unloads like that again!
Even more, time was lost in cleaning up the grungy, sticky mass of mess that had evacuated. The water closet had to be flushed a few times; with the help of some water from the sink.
came in while I was making a brew. His approximate 08:30 to 08:39hrs visit, instead of the 50-minute one I was charged for, gave him no time to check the taps and cooker. But he did manage to give me one Lansoprazole instead of two. Asked me how I was, then as I was telling him, he went on his mobile, pretty sure he didn’t hear a word I said. Not on it long, just seconds.
“Have to go now, I’m very busy…” and he did, shouting cheerio see you later… That put fear and dread in me: is he coming again today? He might kill me next time. Then I realised he had not brought a spare night bag as he said he would yesterday… but then again, he was on his phone when I asked home to replace the one he broke. Also, he missed taking the two tiny waste bags that were in the usual place near the door.
When I got back in the room, I spotted loose tablets under the carer’s table. Got the mini Hoover out, but it wasn’t picking up, so I pressed the filter button, and it fell apart. Bit of good fortune, it fell in the waste bucket for me and literally emptied itself. Hehehe!
Now I was in a pickle. Trying to put the pieces of the vacuum back together correctly. Another good hour or more lost there. Tried to use it, but it wouldn’t pick up all the metal foil bits or three tablets that were down there… after all my effort getting the thing back together as well!
Slowly it dawned on me… (Things so that sometimes to me...) it needed recharging, mayhap? So I put it on charge. A simple, often done before, little task. But no… this is me we are discussing. I knocked a pile of paperwork over as I tried to see the blue light on the Hoover to see if it was charging.
I methodically picked them up, and I restacked them on the ottoman. All ready for me to check through them to see what was what in the stack. I decided that the Ottoman was not the safest place to leave them, gathered them up to take them to the book shelving… Need I say anything? Unbelievable! I was just reaching up to place the documents on the shelf… I felt the well-known mini-shaking in the right leg, followed by an . The paperwork is still laying dishevelled and crinkled, in the corner of the room near the bookshelf!
arrived, and I gave her a kiss (On the arm, always the gentleman, Hehe).
She checked the wee-pouch, and it had really filled up. So I emptied it into the overnight, now 24hr gey bucket.
Medications sorted. mentioned the problems with the wrong medications being tendered, taps not being checked, the wrong bag being nearly fitted etc. I do not want to fall out with anyone. But, it was a nightmare the three last calls yesterday and this morning. Took the waste bags not taken by Ty.
I spent many hours (8) doing the blogs.
But mostly getting into a mess with mistakes and hitting the wrong buttons. getting out of situations I don’t know how I got into, turning off and restarting… Taking a breath here...
Misspelling, using the wrong words, getting into the right state with using Word, getting messages up that I couldn’t understand, giving up, trying again… Taking a breath here...
CorelDraw keeps freezing for no apparent reason! And coming close to crying!
Arrived. I told her of the things I’d gone through with a certain Carer (Not). Medications sorted out. Carolynne cleared the Carers desk up. Checked on both taps and oven.
Some more for farcicalness on the computer.
Trying to like and comment on the blog from my cyber-mate, Billum, and I got the message above come on the screen. I clicked the appropriate button and found myself back where I started? After the third time, I gave up and then got something to eat.
Not the meal of the year, I admit.
The oven-finished bread and th tomatoes were nice.
The Vegan mushroom steaks were revolting, and for the first time ever, even the potato Rostis were tasteless; well, they were to me. Taste: 3/10.
: Other than it was painful and took me over an hour to get the session done, there were no serious incidents. Washing the pots up and changing the bag was a nightmare with one usable hand.