I burst into life with a jolt, inane muttering coming from my mouth; I must have been in the middle of a dream? I detached the night bag from . Decent-coloured urine this morning. The need to use the arose, and so did I from 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, caught my balance, grabbed , and off to the wet room. The evacuation session was completely different this time. in complete charge. Messy!
A stand-up job. Bleeding aplenty from various departments during the washing-up, of my magnificent, muscular, firm, women-attracting body. Where from? I’ll tell yers: Teeth and gums, nose, chin, neck, head and of course the regulars, , and poor old . Oh, naturally from the inserted tube. The took me half as long again as the flipping wash & brush-up did. Ten minutes on the computer, and… And, these oligarchs, heroic internet blockers who claim this: “Liberty Global is a world leader in converged broadband, video and mobile communications and an active investor in cutting-edge infrastructure, content and technology ventures” – Financially they may be, but the service is crap!
Within five hours it had been down nine times! (And more followed!) By the end of the day, the smoke & mirrors money fanatics had failed me no less than 22 times! I really must say, My hatred for them grows!
I tried for ages to get a hold of neighbour Josie, to give her some coffees and a pink G&T. I sensed she was in, but it took me six tries… which was something to do each time that $26 million salaried boss Herr Fries led and owned companies internet failed, again and again!
Domestic Denise called. Shocked at the state of my leg. I think she mentioned it to Carer Kara, who called in quickly to check on my leg wound. Creamed it for me. I’m worried about going in the taxi tomorrow to the Bank meeting, it is painful, and my wearing trousers are bound to hurt more. Poor thing, Hehe!
Laundry returned.
Something else to do while the Liberty-Global internet is down. I made a brew and had two cookies… oh, three!
While a carer was here, ILC (Independent Living Coordinator) Generaloberstess, Ice skating champion, florist and Warden Julie came in. I’m not certain what took place but think it was about ordering a lift with for 21 July for the EENT Hospital. Kara spoke but, I didn’t catch it all; bad timing with my old ear wax crackling again.
Back on the computer…
Ad an early meal, just a small one. Sarnies, tomatoes and beetroot. Nice!
Not sure why or when I took this one. From the computer desk through the balcony.
Carer Chris did the last two calls. Asked him not to put the night bag on, I’ll do it, cause going into the kitchen to make a meal with tube and bag to carry along with a walking stick, is too risky in my state. Mind you, there is always the chance of , , or maybe even a kicking off when I bend, so there is no winning either way. Hehe!
Well, fancy that, I’ve not had two meals in a day for a year or so. I good sign, mayhap; or not?
Then, washed the pots and… took a shot of the end car park as it was beginning to darken a little. We can’t have had much rain lately; the mudslide from Woodthorpe Grange Park was noticeable by its absence!
Waking up to the flashing light from the TV screen, which did the cataract no good. I went to check the kitchen and wet room for anything left on or off that shouldn’t be. The amazing blue hue of the night.
Up at 06:30hrs. Nigh pouch off, emptied & sorted Kitchen Check on the being done-up house below. I wonder what it’s costing them?
Refilled biscuit barrel with the 4-a-day cookies.
Two food deliveries today; I got the bags and boxes out and ready for the first (Asda) Food arrival. Iceland is due later.
CARER KARA arrived. sorted out the medications and eye drops. I think we spoke of Friday’s visit to the bank, but I’m not sure?
Asda arrived good and early. Soda waters Apart from having to pick out the black and green ones, these are super-tasty little nuggets of potato. I can do them in the new air-fryer (15 mins) or in the oven (45 mins). Soya lemon desserts, Lacto-free milk, sterilised milk, and strawberry cheesecakes and of course, with the cookies being on offer, as well as the milk – a bargain? Last year the milk was 99p. Today on offer at £1,29! Bakery Section… Sliced wholemeal rolls, Brown baguettes & the limited to one Tear & Share bread on offer. Only one packet of tear & share bread allowed. (It’s on offer!) I got all the bread ordered, a rarity, I decided to put some in the freezer for later on. Food cupboard stocks.
The Schweppes Soda water, pink and watermelon flavoured, was still on offer, so I bought even more at this price, almost half-price! Also, I got two Asda own-brand bottles of soda; they can have some of the Lowicz raspberry juice to flavour it. Being the keen, alert, dedicated good housekeeping person that I am, I decided to make a bottle up as soon as I’d finished sorting the Asda storing of the foods… & a double, painful ensured… I dropped a bottle of Soda, and it hit my chin, then bounced onto the , and I may have said something like “Oh, dear!”
Iceland arrived; as Carer Sam was visiting me, I was bending her ear over the appointment in injuries. Hehehe! She kindly put the barfs in the kitchen for me. Seemed to be a lot of bags today? Have I made another cock-up? Milk roll bread, cheap kitchen towels, apple pastries, spray oils, bread thins, and brown baguettes. In fact, they had everything I ordered, even the ones I ordered by mistake! Hard to believe, I know!
Over the next three hours, I got a lot of updating done on CorelDraw.This was due to; the consistency, perseverance, and free-willed constitution of… and I believe their involvement (Owning or par owning) of 18 other internet providers in Europe. And, of course, their inability to provide internet to Nottingham that does not go down several times a day; that costs me hours in redoing the work lost that could not be saved. Also causing more mistakes! DO NOT GO NEAR THEM! Then again; With them owning Virgin Media, O2, PC Brand, ‘3’ the UPC brand, Plusnet, and Sunrise UPC. Shares in Vodaphone, Smarty, EE & BT. With 11.9 idiots… I mean, million subscribers, where else can you go to? They’ve got us where they want us, by the short & curly!
FOOD TIME Ah, that was nice. And although a terrible photo, the flaky pastry with gooey, sticky apple sauce was also okay!
I gave up on the ambidextrousness, chicanery, doublespeak, thaumaturgy, figure-shuffling, and slithery. Tiredness, weariness and agony got to me. Head down. The carer called and woke me up. Medicated me.
Tiredness, weariness and agony got to me. Head down.
The carer called and woke me up. Medicated me.
Tiredness, weariness and agony got to me. Head down.
The carer called and woke me up. Medicated me.
Tiredness, weariness and agony got to me. Head down.
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07:25hrs: I was still asleep when Carer Richard arrived, and was unsure of all that happened. Other than he took off the night pouch, issued the drops, then the medications, followed by the second drops: I hope I didn’t miss summat important what he said.
As I gingerly rose from the for once comforting rest of the £300, second-hand, musty, Haemorrhoid Harold Testing, cringingly beige, crumb-covered, not-working, rickety recline, caught my balance and responded to call to the , on my way out en route to the wet room… I managed to catch my foot on , dropped , and gave myself a nasty as per, right on the ingrowing toenail. I smiled and carried on to the .
Well, that was a no-go, literally. Rock Solid! No movement at all! As usual on these occasions, I had a go at the crossword book, put on the reading glasses and managed easily enough to read the clues and get some answers. However, I realised I’d been in there for far too long, and nothing but the odd bit of wind was still evacuated. I gave up! I’ve still not been and passed!
Back to the main room. A smidgeon of guilt arose when I saw the contents of the waste bin near the recliner. Noticed that the legs had deflated a good bit; nice!
Also, the marks on the chest were clearing up. It’s worrying all this good luck, you know!
I got the computer on, but not the Oligarchs’ internet.
I did work on the Ode, then titivated some graphics I was working on yesterday for an hour or so. Mr Fries must have made a mistake; the internet came back on! Some poor bugger will get the blame for this!
It stayed on for ten minutes or so.
I rushed to finish the Sunday blog, but it was no good. Fancy That!
The carer arrived, and usual tending-toos were carried out. We Had a laugh for a minute or two. A bit of mutual leg-pulling.
No internet again, so I took photos of the sky. Surely someone can see what I did in these clouds. Highly Pareidoliaiable.
The Smoke & Mirror mob, (someone who draws attention away from often embarrassing or unpleasant figures or issues, usually for self-gain), is, if nothing, consistent. Three minutes after the connection returned…
I then got back on the word listings for the odes. A mistake this was… after two hours, the Carer Chris called, and after he’d done me, I went back on the work listing using Excel and CorelDraw… for another hour!
Got the internet back on. An hour later…
Good Heavens, it came back on minutes later!
And stayed dedicated to finishing the Sunday blog. And stayed on while did it! Heads will probably roll for this!. I made a start on this blog…
Well-miffed! I decided to have a nibble and made a pot of cheesy instant potatoes. I live a life of luxury!
Did some work on CorelDraw. Internet back on, I took the opportunity to change the Asda order I’d done. Well, I realised that they were going to charge me £4.50 for delivery of it. It seems they have changed the cheapest delivery pass, the one I have, and used to cover Mon, Tue, Wed & Thurs, and removed the Monday option. So I changed the date to Tuesday. Shame, cause I’ve still not got any bread. Hehehe!
Evening Carer Chris arrived in a bit of a hurry, bless him. He got me seen to, but left the night pouch to me, as I asked him to, so I’m not cooking at 02:00hrs with the added danger of the night bag carrying and the long tube tripping over.
I noticed the wonderful evening sky had gone brown and took this snap of it. Bootiful, I thought!
Got some potatoes in the oven cooking, I was going to have some faux sausages, but not without bread. I’ll have a look and see what I’ve got in the cupboard and fridge.
Got the blog done up to here, then after a few hours got the Friday blog caught up with and posted –that was when the most annoyingly regular routines began. They are still with me now, eight hours later.
I’ll be brief, miss a lot off, cause I’ve got to get sat down for sleep early, cause I can sense now, it’s going to be a battle with Sweet Morpheus and the pains. Concentration was shot. Sorry.
and
Feeling Poor;y Period for many hours.
Carers called as per usual.
Only around four times!
Early meal – Very Nice.
More leg dancing from . had to rest again.
Left leg fatter, Peripheral Pete’s right leg felt properly weary from the jerking & dancing. If that’s the right word.
Suddenly went all overcast, the sun battling through. Had to take this shot above.
But when closing the window after shooting it, a leg dance started, and I banged my foot on the radiator and started the darned split papules oozed liquid. . Right ankle.
. Late burst of sunshine, flooding into the kitchen.
I do believe the taste buds are rejuvenating at last. Not completely, but this nosh was okay tasting. Flavour-Rating: 6/10.
Back to computing:
As the slithery-sidestepping, hocus-pocus, mumbo-jumbo, Oligarchs at Virgin Media were continuing with their destruction of various internet companies, presumably, they will get one to work one day, and all the others will fail as well; all a part of ulterior motive I mentioned earlier; I stood up from the swivel chair, grabbed at , and I missed… Then in an instant a courtesy of performed, and simultaneously, the left water-filled leg lost all sense of feel, and I collapsed backwards. Missed the arm of the c1968, non-operational, tatty, scruffy, unkempt, uncomfortable, germ-breeding, Harold Haemorrhoid-Testing, sickenly beige-coloured recliner that I’d hoped would help me avoid a tumble but unfortunately, and , a cracker it was, too. My arm went down twixt recliner and the ottoman, () my body was supposed to turn right to get at the cushions to fall on – but no! saw to that. Due to the left leg giving way, I spun to my right, taking everything with me from the ottoman top, on my way down to fall flat on my back, landing with a thud, and banging my arm, chin, goolies and face en route… and in the immediately after landing – I could smell the laundry softener in the bag, as it burst open. I lay there twixt what I found to be: the torch, TV remote, four one-litre bottles of soda, two tonic water, and one of spring water… some even underneath me. A burst-open bag of cheesy curls, one pair of scissors and a written bill notification for £800 plus from the carers. Most painful!
How did I know what flotsam and jetsam there were? I’ll tell you because I had four hours of being unable to move, because of the pain from the hit cheek, teeth and head and agony coming from !Then, . As mobility slowly returned I had a look around while waiting for the ambulance
Now what do I do? Well, obviously, press the panic alarm button on my wrist – so I did! This did not work very well, due to the sender, me, being flat on the floor in great discomfort, and the machine with an upward facing speaker four feet higher than I was, and me partially deaf, I struggled to hear what the lady was saying. I tried to explain that I only need assistance to get up. But it seems she rang for an ambulance, and kindly stayed monitoring the line. Saying to shout out if had any problems. I was really tempted to tell her all of my ailments by name, mention Liberty-Global internet crap, the bank not sorting my money leakage, Nottingham City Homes keeping me waiting to have the non-filling W.C. water tank and the none-running cold water tap in the sink, for nearly four months now, and giving agony having to drag water in buckets to refill the tank every time I go for a dump. The high cost of food and electricity… I had plenty of time to recall them, as I lay there unable to move, purely due to the pain when I tried to.
After two hours, the kind lady checked me a few times; bless her; I think the lady said she was putting me through to another lady; she is ending her shift. I thanked her and welcomed the new lady. At long last, I could lift the swollen left leg up a bit and tried to turn over, in readiness to see if I could get into a position to try and get on my knees. But, it was still too painful. I worked out that when things eased, the best way to get to the picker-upperer so that I could maybe get the chair moved, so I can see the clock. In sheer frustration, I gritted my teeth again 3½hrs or so after taking the tumble. The bruised knee was bad, but other areas were less severe… a few arghs, and o’oerrs later, not to mention a fair bit of cursing, and lots of bravery and heroism (Hehe!), I’d got up on my knees. Hoping that the Catheter bag would not split… I tested the recliner arm for sufficient sturdiness, was used; one almighty effort later, I was back on my feet!
The left leg seemed to be back as it was before it collapsed on me. I had a similar happening when I had the stroke, but that was far worse. I hope I didn’t just have one again. I’m sure it wasn’t, cause within minutes of rising on feet to my magnificent full 5″2⅗’, most things rapidly eased. Not the back mind.
I informed the nice lady who was still monitoring me. She cancelled the ambulance for me. Thanking you!
I cleaned up the mess made and spilt. And got the computer on… . Liberty-Global are more persistent than Putin!
Tidied up the Catheter. Left leg fast filling up again – Oh, dearie me!
Carer Chris came after I’d finished everything. Eye drops and painkillers. No Phorpain or Peptac was offered. But that suited me. I took an extra naughty Codeine, cause the back is still cruelly hurtful!
Nipped into the kitchen to take this shot. I love these brown nights. I was going to get on with this blog, but…
Aching a bit now…
Found I’d started my
Cleaning that up, I found that poor things, also bleeding!
I woke up around 06:00hrs. And immediately went into a deep “Testing-Testing… what can get done today,’ mode! A discussion with Alto-Inchie ensued. Something like this, I think, it was a short one… :What can I do about finding out about the eye drops?
: Wot, yer on abarght now? Regarding the new drops, I felt sure the nurse said to take the old ones for two weeks, then take new ones… they got them delivered post-haste, but the instruction says nowt other than take them for two weeks… no, months! The Carer said they are to be taken at the same times as the old ones, on the same day… Clear as mud to me! So? Well, I can’t find out which to do… Yer? If I take them and shouldn’t be taking the Othma, they might have to be taken last before the next operation. Hmm! I’d better try the District Nurses’ place; they might know. I can’t get through to the EENT at the hospital. Well, go on then! Wots stopping yer? Well, it’s too early to get through, yet. I tried yesterday and could not hear a word the lady was saying; so I’ll have to beg the Carer to ring them for me. Sod-all yer can do then, Inchie. Gawd, yer is pathetic! I don’t deny it! I’ll come back when yer not in Whimp-Mode! TTFN.
I escaped the clutches of the c1966 charity shop bought, second-hand, wincingly grotty, beige coloured, not mechanically working, crumb-covered from the nocturnal nibblings, itch-making, uncomfortable, virus breeding, easy-to-fall-out-of, recliner… to remove the night pouch, with difficulty and a degree of confusion and concern; from the contraption. The flow had stopped flowing, and the day bag was a much deeper colour than the night bag. I was backing up, and not allowing me to pee involuntarily. As would be expected, but still a surprise to me. Emptied the night ppouch then the day bag, and what a difference in colour! Carer Chris later identified the two mixed together as a level four on the NHS chart. I think the tubing must have gotten trapped or twisted in the night. It looked okay this morning, and after a bit of jiggling and tube-squeezing, it flowed all right.
Took a snap of my ankles, but it turned out to be a terrible photographic effort. I swapped the night sunglasses for the 8-year-old day, cracked lens ones.
Off to the wet room, to urgently utilise the . Then get the full works done of the session tackled. With the aim of beating last week’s record-breaking 1hr-35 minutes time!I was determined to… I just don’t understand why? I should have known what was going to happen with me trying to rush things. .
❶ The first bloody session was the shaving! I think a new record had been cut – eight small knicks, distributed around the chin, cheek, neck and earholes. ❷ Cut gums and teeth bleeding tooth cleaning. ❸ No idea how I managed it, cause I was using nothing sharp, the somehow the back was bleeding after I’d Phorpained it?
❹ Both legs and ankles had specks of blood. But more amazing to me was the were all spouting water out?
❺ During the towelling on, I caught the tubing on , and this left Little Inchies .
However… carrying the water from the kitchen to the waited for 3 months for repair broken not filling itself WC Water Tank, went staggeringly well! But her pain-giving mode must have been set on delayed-action-mode, cause she was giving my agony later in the day.
To really depress me, the session took me 2hrs-10mins by the time I came out of the wet room. Sorry that I looked at the clock now!
Carer Chris arrived, too early for me to ask him to ring the District Nurse HQ to ask for advice on the ear-drop situation. He issued the Maxitrol drops and the morning medications, saying he’d try later on his next call, Bless him. He took the waste bags with him when I remembered to ask him for once, I wish I’d not remembered to ask now.
Another hard job, getting the slippers back on. Took another picture. In doing so, I spotted that the flexible tube that holds the connector to the night bag, was not there? I imagine it must have been in the waste bag now, that Chris had taken with him. So, it will be either a new day bag that will need fitting, or knicking a flexible tube from a new bag; and putting that on this bag.
I finally made a start on the completion of the Thursday blog. But not for long. About ten minutes later, the Oligarchs Liberty-Global Virgin Media went down. Most aggravating! It came back on of its own accord in toughly eight minutes. Stayed on for twenty minutes, and off again! I diverted to creating some things in CorelDraw. Half an hour, the smoke & mirrors money manipulator, Liberty-Global, came back online.
Carer Chris returned. Tablets, Phorpained the back for me, and Peptac was given. The lad then rang the District Nurse to ask about the eye-drop staking dates. He was told we have to ring the doctor, which he did for me. Who told him that the Ophtha drops were only for pain relief when and as needed. Oh yes, thought I?
The lad left, and me asking him if he can try to call the EENT department at the QMC, who gave me the eardrops last visit. Chris said he would try, but maybe they would have closed by then. We can only try again!
Legerdemain, illusionist, and Hocus-Pocus experts who own Virgin Media, Liberty-Global, struck again with another failure of their pretend service going down yet again. This time I had to lose work again. Everything off, including the ensorcellment-ensuring Virgin Media box, and reset it. Eventually, it came back on. Well done, Mr £26 million salaried Liberty-Globals Fries. Jealous? Me? No! .
Will I ever have another good, problem-free day? .
Well, well, as Victor Meldrew on the TV said: “I Don’t Believe it!“ But, of course, I do believe it. The regularity of the illusionist’s failure at Liberty Global; their failure…and I believe intended failure to correct any problems, and cunningly now inviting me via email, to move to another supplier… I kid you not. Here is it:
Hence confirming my prediction of last week! Other suppliers? They have shares in or own at least 12 other internet companies in Europe and the UK. This is the ulterior motive proved! If we give as lousy service as we can, treat the idiot customers like shit. Overcharge them, ensure there are multiple signal losses every single day, and confuse the hell out of them with our double-talk, financial-escamotage, illusionism and not give a toss… What comes next, Oligarchs?
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Carer Chris called again. And he called the EENT as I requested him to – Gobsmacking, he got through to a human voice within a minute! I could not hear, of course: but he said that after the call; (So much for the Doctor)
UPDATED INSTRUCTIONS FOR EYE DROPS PROCEDURE
The two-month issue of the two eyedrops was to be taken together with a minimum time between as indicated. The old Maxitrol is to continue with four applications a day for two months. As before, over the same period… The new Ophtha will be three times a day for two months. The Ophtha is not to be taken until 5 minutes after using the Maxitrol. Also, after application, the patient is to gently use his index finger, to gently massage the eye from the corner nearest the nose for a minimum of three minutes. With both drops, you should wipe away any spillages from the eye that goes onto the skin.
Well, we did ask for the instructions! And we got them. Haha!
I’m getting fed up with this crap! , UTTER CRAP. but they know it!
The late Carer was DM. A lovely gal. Got a grasp of the new procedure eventually. It’s so complicated. No Ophtha on the last call. We spent a while working out the procedure needed. I explained about the day bag not getting much urine, and my stomach was even bigger than usual. Thus, I forgot to ask for the night bag to be attached. Then again, if no urine is getting through?
Got some food made because Liberty Global have done in my resistance to their dirty deeds! I’ll get some food and catch up here in the morning! (00:10hrs)
MORNING HAS BROKEN LAST NIGHT’S SKY PHOTOGRAPHS. Faces, animals in the clouds. Bootiful!
NOSH-TIME
The most looked forward to meal of the year. Flavour-Rating: 6.5/10. Not as good as I had hoped, but still!
Night Pouch Attaching: I faffed about and got the night bag onto ; the urine began to flow, but very slowly indeed. Then even though I was guzzling the soda water, it stopped suddenly. I was pleased in the morning that more had got through, but the tube and day bag was chocker-blockers with urine waiting for transit? Haha!
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£958 has gone from my bank account. Despite Kara, and Carolynne, trying to get me back onto the online account and arrange paper statements, things remain the same. Chris went with me bank meeting and did most of the talking for me, but still no progress.
Then the eye drop medications arrived, but I don’t know if they should both go in on the same day for 8 weeks or one of 4, then the other for 4 weeks? I tried to contact the Surgery, but it was multiple choice options, and I never got through to a human. This morning’s carer said she’d try to help, but it will take time. I am a little nervous about what to do about this. If anyone has the time, I’ll ask if they can call the EENT for me, so I can relax the tension I’m feeling about it, Puddled seems a suitable word to use.
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I got a good three hours sleep in. Waking without any jumps or jerks around 07:00hrs. Took off the night pouch, and needed the Porcelain Throne almost straight away. So, off to the wet room. Not so messy this morning; also, Back-Pain Brenda didn’t play up so much as I hauled the water to the waited 3-months-for NCH maintenance crew to get the water tank filling and the cold water tap to run again, for me. I thought I take snaps of the ankle and feet. Although the first one on the right here was interfered with because they were in a bit of a mess again this morning. Shaking Shaun and Shuddering Shoulder Shirley were competing for the title of worst current ailment. Hehehe! Took another one. They didn’t look too bad in the photograph; it could be my eyes were playing me up. They are definitely worse than last week. Tried to get a close-up when I got back in the main room. They still looked calmer on the picture and screen than direct from my eyes. I also noticed how cold the bottom of the feet was… they’ll be a reason for this, mark my words. No idea what!
Got the waste bags sorted, and a new one started in the kitchenette. I got onto the computer to get the snaps uploaded and doctored if needed. Then made a start on finishing the Wednesday blog off. As I began, chimed out, and Carer Richard came in. Had a bit of a mind-blank here. I remember greeting him, vaguely talking about the new eye drops, and saying cheerio to the lad, but in between was and is a mystery. Getting a lot of these lately. Why, I ask? No answer, of course, nobody else here. Well, fancy that, and pickled walnuts for supper… WHAT A SURPRISE! ? The right eye was beginning to itch a lot, as it did yesterday, but there were the odd few minutes when it stopped, but it always started again. The wee-weeing from the catheter was not very strong, so I upped drinking the soda water to encourage it a bit.
I went for the daily mug of tea while waiting for the oligarchical $26 million a year salaried Mike Fries company of number-crunchers to try to get the signal back on their pathetically run company they spent billions of $’s buying, only to destroy its reputation… there has to be some ulterior motive in this, which I don’t know. But rest assured, it will be financially advantageous, if dubious.
Carer Kara arrived. She was in a hurry but gave me a minute to explain about the worry over the eye drops, bless her. Said she’d try to get something sorted, but it takes a long time; thank you, Kara. ♥
, I got a text message from the bank. There has been over £900 taken to pay for something. This worries me a lot. Was it the electricity bill?
Window cleaner Joe arrived next. Done in no time, gave him my last tenner.
And then, as I was hobbling to get another bottle of water…! As ! I crawled back into the other room to use 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 as leverage to get back up on my feet again… , I had a good against the swivel chair’s legs. After a few mild curses were uttered… well, not mild really; I misjudged the distance the bottle of water was away from me, down it went. watering my beet and the carpet! Expletives ensued, many of them. The feet had taken a battering with the stubbing and struggling back up. Now unintentionally doused with soda water. One hell of a job to get them cleaned and dried off.I checked on the water papules on both legs; all were dry this time, with not a leak in sight. The intercom rang; it was the new medication drops arriving. The NHS man handed them to me, and as I was closing the door – I have a sense, feeling, that I don’t need to tell you this, and you have guessed? Yes… another ! I took an extra painkiller later. Now I am really confused! Got the medications out of the bag, and was puzzled and flummoxed to see two more droppers of the one I’d been using. I thought They said I was getting two new types. This brought into question; Did Did I mishear when they said two weeks of one, then two weeks of the other? Should I be putting them both in one eye for just two weeks, or a month? I mentioned my problems to the evening Carer, with hopes of getting some advice or help with the problems, that are important to me, futilely. I’m stone baffled.
The instructions, Kara saw that the dosages were now 4 times a day for the Maxitrol, and 3 times a day for a month for the Optha drops. (2×80 doses). I can’t see to read them, though; problem upon problem adding up all the time now. I fear my spirits are getting dampened. All of the difficulties not being tackled are adding up.
I have not got the resources, skills, or capabilities to solve anything nowadays. Depression is gathering momentum, and no one cares or can help. It’s enough to make one think of giving in. Not that anyone is interested any more… I’m getting less interested and frustrated too. And, there is always a problem, new problems every day. Not to mention I want to know why it is hot and humid today, but the soles, toes, and ends of my feet are so flipping cold! Hehehe! Got to try and see the funny side, or have you?
I made a graph to use for the drops, that is, if they are for the same eye and both need to be used. I’ll try to ring them again in the morning; if I can find the number.If I can hear what they say, and do not get it wrong or forget what they tell me. It would be unquestionably best if I could get someone to do it for me. I bet that Kara may have already rang them for me by tomorrow. Bless her cotton socks. Then I need help with bank issues, that have to be sorted. They have Kara as my legalised communicator, so no one else will be listened to. I mentioned this to Chris, who went with me to the bank the other Thursday, tonight, and he confirmed that is what the bank man had said.
Yes, them obliarchalistical money manipulators don’t help me find any peace, either, do they? They seem to me, to be a number-crunching, hoodwinking Artful-Dodger type, flimflam and hokum, legerdemain, prestidigitation, experts. Possibly world leaders in chicanery and doublespeak. Jealousy, of course!
Back in the morning… hopefully!
Took these shots while in the kitchen. To the left, and to the right.
These mystery snaps, I’ve no idea about. Can you help me?
The bottom of my feet are still really cold to the touch. But the inflammation is going down on the ankles.
Turning off now, going to make a meal. I fancy some spuds, garden peas and the last of the mini-vegan sausages. So, that’s what I’ll have. But I didn’t. I had a tin of Chunky Winter Vegetables, added the soy sausages, a dollop of beetroot Borscht, some garden peas, and some small potatoes. Oh, and a drop of liquid smoke. Got it prepped and cooked, served up, and as I was taking it into the other room…
Carer got the night pouch on, and, after a little Inchie moaning about the bank and eyedrops confusion, left me to the meal.
It was fantastic! Flavour Rating 802/10!
Sweet Morpheus was reluctant again. I couldn’t get to… oh, what’s the word? SLEEP, that’s it. Such a rarity nowadays!
Not the worst of days, by a long chalk, Although the stubbed made me squark, Stuttering Stephanie, it was hard to talk, I couldn’t get out for a walk… Food delivery, but no borscht! Had sausage late, vegan, not pork, Got nothing done, and a cold I caught… More groceries I very nearly bought… Carer Kara stopped me; she’s a good sort, As is Carer Richard, I have to report… He returned my laundry; nothing short!
05:25hrs: The awakening: As I waited for the brain to kick-start, I fumbled about painfully; bending does me no good nowadays, attempting to get the night pouch off of . It took a while. Then it was off to the . Why I can’t understand but the water tank, after the ultra-messy evacuation, did nothing when ~I pressed the handle. It was empty? So, I used the buckets of water I’d left handy, filled it, and flushed it. Then I had to fetch buckets of water to refill it, and then even more in readiness for the next visit. was not happy about this. I must remember to thank Nottingham City Homes maintenance for the 15 weeks of agony I’ve waited for it to be repaired and the physical agony I’ve gone through. Oh, and of course, oligarch Fries and Liberty-Global Virgin Media for the mental agony it serves up every single day with outages. I’m fed up with recording them, but I assure you today I’ve had 14 of them, albeit short ones, but enough for me to lose work that could not be saved and have to repeat them. No wonder it is now 23:55hrs, and I am only just starting on this blog. I’d like to ask them if they can help me… Haha!
I made the one mug of tea now allowed, and a text message came in. It was from Asda, and my delivery is on its way; We’ve had to make changes… one day; if I live long enough, and the country doesn’t go bankrupt, or a revolution takes place, I hope to get a delivery with nothing missing from Asda. Or Iceland, or Morrisons even.
I washed the containers and refilled them with biscuits and marshmallows. Then realised I’d let the tea go cold. Not that I could have got it, cause the food arrived. As I was about to put the things away, the Carer arrived; it was Kara. She listened to me telling her about the new eye drops and, got the medications served up, attached a new day pouch onto . Then put the eye drops in for me. She was in a rush but took the waste bag with her, bless her. Oh, she told me the Doctor had called her, and I am to continue taking the Finasteride tablets. She looks after me, & keeps me informed. ♥ But she still won’t adopt me as a grandfather. Hehehe! I got on with storing the foodstuffs away. The chocolate biscuits with Galaxy chocolate on them were on offer again; they had gone up to £2.25 but were on sale at £1.59. This is half my first week’s wages when I started work in 1806, Hehe! 1960 it was, I think. Opened a can of peas, and had to take the welt growths off of the small potatoes, and put them in the slow cooker.This was 13hrs ago, and they are still in there. It’s Busy here! Domestic Denise arrived and moved some stuff into boxes into the spare room. Moped the wetroom, and then had a go at the kitchenette I sneaked a photo of her moping the floor, but it didn’t come out well now the sunshine was blasting in through the window.
I dished the cold mug of tea and made another one. Very nice too. I don’t know how I’ve been so resilient in resisting drinking more… Ah, I might! It could be the bladder problem and having to drink three litres as a minimum of water every day. I had a few biscuits dunked and eaten. By the belated time that I got onto the computer for the blog, within an hour oligarch Herr Fries, Liberty-Global Virgin Media had been down four times! A record even for them. Mr Fries strikes again!
The urine began to flow proliferously. The fullest that this bag has ever been, and the best, healthiest-bladder rating too on the NHS grading card! Well pleased with this! The landline flashed and came to life. It was the EENT department from the Queens Medical Centre. The lady explained that the agreed decision taken yesterday to post the new eye drops to me had been cancelled. The Doctor thought the need to use them urgently, and they are sending them by NHS transport to the flat. That’s kind! They should be delivered tomorrow morning sometime. I thanked her, and as I stood to put the handset down, I gave myself the aforementioned . Getting down to stop the bleeding from the nail, three of my loveable ailments kicked off, , , and . Then when I started sneezing and wheezing, the darned ankle ulcers and legs started jetting water out! For a few moments, the right ankle ulcer was bleeding, but that turned to water. To say how much blood then, water escaped. They both stopped and dried up within a couple of minutes. What the heck was that for and about?
I did think the right ulcer was going to set off again half an hour later. I grabbed a tissue, and just this drop of liquid came out and no more? Such are the mysteries of Woodthorpe Court, with the ghosts, wraiths, spectres, cacodaemons, apparitions, and other grotesqueries that haunt the hallways and lobbies, searching for Inchie to curse with bad luck, create ambiguities, abstrucities, perplexities, misfortunes and botherations, to scare, worry and confuse me! problems, . also. Nicolas Neurotransmitters, , and are ever-present too. There are others, of course! etc.
Took this shot from the kitchenette window when the evening Carer called. Medications and eye drops were issued. Had a little chin-wag of sorts. I forgot to mention the night bag. Blow me, 10 minutes later Carer Richard arrived. He’s bought the laundry up for me as well. He offered to put the night pouch on, IK thanked him but said that I’d put it on. As I am likely to be on the computer until the early hours of the morning, computering catching up on the blog that keeps going down, and the meal had been waiting for hours and hours will need serving up. Cooking while carrying a bag of urine on a long tube can be dangerous, I’ll see to it. Then I got back on the ever-going down internet.
At long last I go around to get myself a meal at around 02:40hrs. . LIBERTY GLOBAL OLIGARCH’S NET HAS GONE DOWN AGAIN – GRUMPH! CAN NOT TURN ANYTHING OFF BECAUSE IT HASN’T BEEN SAVED YET. Grrr! I took this photo As I was getting the meal ready. Gone 02:49 hours now!
Nipped back to find that was back online, and caught up as far as the item above. Saved things, then turned it all off.
Then back to serve up the nosh. And very nice it was too! Flavour rating; 8.6/10.
I was determined to ruin my plans to catch up on the much-missed sleep. And he did! However, thankfully the odd dream of the night before did not return to haunt me with my past wrong decisions, failed plans, missed opportunities and many errors.
At 04:00hrs, I considered giving up and getting up. As I Decided to get the ablutions done early, I drifted off into kip. I was rudely disturbed by the usual jolting and jerking awake session, which I thought had put paid to any more sleep being possible. But, No! Before I knew it, I was back in the land of nod again! At 05:30hrs, The jolts returned with a vengeance. I’m not sure how I stayed in the second-hand, £300, c1968, overwhelmingly sickening beige coloured, tatty, uncomfortable, wobbly, germ-producing, falling to pieces, food residue collecting recliner; but I had an aching back and shoulder from something… tossing about I suppose, but I recall no dreaming at all? Once again, while planning the day ahead, I found myself asleep. At 06:00hrs, I woke up almost normally; with no agitation of the mind or jumping about. – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
s night pouch was not very full. A smidge disappointing that was. But it was a good colour on the NHS Urine listing card, classed as grade three – A Healthy Wee! Cleaned the room from the nocturnal nibblings of the night. (I wish I could remember eating them!) By the time I’d got into the wet room, a slight diversion was called for, as so often occurs; the need to use the arose. I think that was losing his grip on the rear-end proceedings. A little messy this morning. I can sense that is making a comeback; I thought I was passing more wind last night. I tackled hauling buckets and bowls of water devon the kitchenette to the wet room to refill the still-awaiting repair W.C. water tank and the not running cold water tap. Needless to say, I was not pleased. So when I got the refilling and wet room tidied up, I Took one of the Extra Strong Ipobrufen capsules to calm Brenda down a bit. Got the washing done and noticed the feet were still a smidge swollen. But of little bother.
Took a shot of the morning view from the window, some pretty houses locally. And good news, last month’s figures tell me only four of them in view were broken into! Mind you, one was a recipient of the police drug rain, and another had an unmown reason for the bobbies calling and the took away a man and woman.
I got the computer on, and immediately… well, within a minute… Yes, once more the Liberty-Global, Virgin Media fails! But Gobsmackingly, it came back on within a minute!
I had an email about the MyFood Den delivery; it looked, according to the tracker, that it could be here anytime soon. I stopped on the computers and got my feet in a bowl of water. Heck of a difficult job getting them up or me down to dry them.I felt properly tired afterwards. showed contempt in the usual painful way that she has.
the parcel arrived. Dropped in the doorway and off the driver Chappy trotted. Got the knife to open the well-protected goods within.
Well, as I put them away, I was tempted to try something on the order that I’d never had before. “Caviar”! Well, when I say Caviar… it wasn’t. The cheapest jar on offer was £269.40! This was actually an ‘Imitation Caviar’, much more my price range at £2.89. I’ve no idea what to have with it, or how to eat it. I’ll learn! Went on the balcony to have a nosey at the end car park. Then, in the front car park. Billum, of The Manor Laboratories in the U.S. of A keeps a record of the colours of the vehicles and gives an insight into who drives what. Hehe! I did notice that there seems to be a more varied selection this morning. Monday visitors, mayhap? While waiting for the service from Liberty-Global Virgin Media to return, I tried to check under the feet – but getting them high enough was a feat I could not beat.
The urine was not passing very well, especially as I am drinking water like it was going out of fashion. Over the next four hours or so, I persisted with the blog and got yesterday’s finished and posted off. Carer Carol-Anne arrived. We had a natter, and I had another painkiller, and she got the eye drops in for me.
I got the beans and veg stew going, and put some small potatoes to roast in the oven to go in the stew, casserole whatever it was I was making.
A possibility of a sunset tonight, methinks, judging by the cloud layers and shapes. Of course, I could be wrong. A rarity, I know. I then got a landline call come in. It was from EasyLink. And it caused a bit of a mild panic, that took up over two hours trying to sort out… I’ll explain . But we all know that I need not have mentioned it, really.
The chap was confirming the lift being arranged for tomorrow’s visit for the cataract and cornea checks and discussion. He said pick-up would have to be earlier than planned… It didn’t help with me forgetting what time the lift and appointment were arranged for in the first place! 14:00hrs lift, picking up to bring home from the EENT hospital at 16:40hrs. I thanked him, and had a look at the calendar – Oh, dear! What started as feeling uncomfortable developed into a panic, then almost full-blown hysteria! .
Could I find the original appointment letter? No! I couldn’t find it where I knew I’d left it – in a pile of letters on the Carers table. Well, spent an aeon searching for it. Not in the three-wheeler-walker trolley. Not in any of the folders (going through them took me an hour without any luck); The drawers one by one. The junk room, even the wet room! I got the nosh going, thinking a change of thought pattern might still be something memory-wise to trigger. But no luck!
I tried making a start on this blog. Sister Jane called. Hard hearing her words, but she does talk so fast. I’m just glad she called; we had a bit of harking back to the younger days. I enjoyed it, and it calmed me down nicely. Enough for me to try another search for the letter. I started at the first pile of correspondence I tried where I was so sure I’d put the letter…
There it was, the fifth letter down the stack. . Hehe!
Mealtime: Soya chunks, a can of chunky vegetable soup, beetroots and a can of garden peas added to the mixture.As I was serving up the feast on the tray, Carer Chris arrived. I pulled his leg about him always arriving when I was serving up or eating a meal. Gave him a laugh! He got the eye drops in and got the night pouch added to the day pouch. I’d put the meal in the microwave to reheat it, and we had a thunderstorm. It didn’t last long. Carer Chris got some photos for himself from the balcony taken. I managed to get just this one through the balcony windows. It freshened the air up afterwards. Thanked him and off he went. The meal being in the microwave didn’t do it any favours flavour-wise. Taste: 5/10.
The first job after removing g the night punch from the , was the need of the . Off to the wet room… handled the lugging of the water from the kitchen sink to the wet room well today.
A mystery photo. As some pictures disappear into the ether from the SD Card, some get taken either by Alto-Ego, or me accidentally. Hehe! Part of the kitchen, I think?
Computing; Got the early photos loaded and went on CorelDraw to titivate the not-so-good ones… But…
Back on, and I finished the current photo editing, and I started to get them on file. This was about ten minutes after Liberty-Global Virgin Media’s first failure…
Bashed away and got the Friday blog done, over the next hour or thereabouts; Then... AGAIN!
Carer Chris arrived. Eye drops and medicationing are seen too. No need for the Phorpain this time… Was being a good gal!
Did the . Started the Ode for today …
Farcical! Maddening!
An hour later…
Fed up to the back teeth. And I’ve got one of them left in there!.
Carer Chris returned. Meds and Eye drops. Sneaked this photo on him, and asked him (with a grin on my face) if he was on a gambling site, sex line or Alcoholics Anonymous members site. He smiled back, and he said; “Yea!” Hahaha! That made me larf!
I gave up on the computer and got some rather earlier than normal nosh cooked and served up, and served up. With some air-fried potatoes as a side. Flavour Rating: 705/10.. Saw that off swiftly!
Washed the pots. Wiped around the kitchenette.
Feeling the lack of sleep now, I decided to try and catch up on some, because. So, the Computer turned off, and I got down in 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, to try to get some shut-eye, because…
Went down again. Wonder if Fries feels bad about this?
As if the gentleman (Slip of the tongue), was or is the slightest bit interested in my, or any other unfortunate customer of…
Could he give a toss?
No! The Wheeler-Dealer, number crunching, figure-bending, brilliant Smoke & Mirrors manipulator is far too busy for anything such as namby-pamby customer satisfaction. He’s far too busy on stock markets, NYSE, SSE, BSE, HKEX, TSE, JSE, ADX, MOEX, & other stock exchanges, Credit Unions, Middle-Men-Money-Manipulators, & investing his $26 million salary with bonuses in shares for the best growth, I imagine? Of course, a small element of jealousy is involved!
Got the TV on. Thinking it might, as it usually does, helps me fall asleep when the commercials come on. It didn’t. An old car programme came on. And they were selling an old Ford Zepher, two-tone in cream and a maroonish red Memory prompting. My mate at the time and I bought one between us, and we both loved it. But, it didn’t work out well, due to the increase (due to the availability of the car for lifts), in females showing an interest in us both. We fell out over whose turn it was to use it, and he had the money to buy my half of the car, and I never saw him again.
Carer Chris came for the last call. Painkillers, eye drops, and attached the night pouch onto the. We both forgot about the Phorpain Gel for .
I got back on the computer to do some work on this blog. Ha!
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Gave up again, I’ll try to get up early in the morning to get this finished off. Took the above picture of the sun on its way down. And got 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. Despite my tiredness, I just could not nod off! Took another sky shot later on… Then I had another go at getting to sleep.
One heck of a dream! I’ll relate it in the morning – notes made ready to use. Back to sleep…
