Removed the ‘s night pouch, got it emptied and wrapped it up for disposal. Attended the first call to the . Messy this time. It seems that the attack yesterday was short-lived. Was back in control. Which meant a long time bending down and cleaning up was required. kicked off before I even started fetching and carrying water to refill the unattended too, not working or refilling W.C. water tanks buckets of water. I think that ARGH! would be a suitable word at this point! Took a shot of the morning view. Then back to the Wet room to get washed & shaved. The underarms were still a little colourful & itchy. Just two tiny nicks shaving. One bump into the door frame, which urged to join in with I making life a smidge uncomfortable. Got the waste bags sorted. arrived while I was making a brew of Glengettie. Kindly took it through to the front room for me. The Medicationalisations were seen to. I’d just taken one of the stronger non-prescription painkillers, so did not have any Paracetamols.
I got the computer on, Corel~Drawing, then opened the Liberty-Global Virgin Media Internet. Need I say? Oligarchs & Money-Manipulators ain’t bothered!
So, no blogging, then. I had some breakers, though. A pot noodle and another mug of tea, Salisbury’s Brown label Extra-Strong
Two carers arrived, Richard and Tina (the boss). Bringing the new medications. Checked the paperwork and gave me advice.
LIBERTY-GLOBAL VIRGIN INTERNET WAS STILL DOWN after they had departed. Well fancy that!
So went to the wet room to check on . .
The pins and plates were looking in good nick?
When the Smoke & Mirrors man’s Internet came back on, I took another tablet; it was such a shock! Haha!
I tried to rush updating the Monday blog, but so many mistakes were being made, it still took me hours to get it done.
By the time I got around to starting this blog, it was afternoon!
I think a Carer came, I’ll check the book. Yes! But can I remember the details? Nope! Although I’d doyen a lot of blogging and re-blogging and mistaking, I know this they were on the screen when I came out of the …
And, it was just before 17:00hrs!
How do I do this nearly every day?
I’ll make a note to tell the nurse tomorrow. Still sunny outside.
Launched myself into doing this blog at long last.
Going to get some nosh sorted out now.
I want to get my head down early if the Carer comes early on.
I need to feel fresh enough to get up good & early. To sort everything out everything for the hospital trip.
I’ll see if I get time when I get back, to update this bloggeth.
TUESDAY 0540hrs:
Last night catch-up
Great, nosh, took a photo.
Sunset shots too.
Swollen left leg photographed.
Carer called, night pouch and natter (Great!)
took a photo of it.
This morning I found the SD card in the reader… So nothing to show for my efforts!
Today, a Sunday, things were different, Impenitence, imperilment, & impermanent… Denouements, depriment, even diffident… Mind-Blanks, mugient, & recalcitrant… Worries fear moments of being ruminant, But no instances of surrender, nor obeisant! Many moments that I felt somewhat temulent… Whoopsiedangleplops, feeling urgent… And my armpits are still rufescent.
Late waking; this was due to me being very late getting to sleep. being the cause of that. Put the saucepan in the sink to soak, and got the waste bags sorted out. Then took two photos of the bright morning. Down to the car park on Citrus Walk. No! Chestnut Walk. Sun coming up from the rear left.
Booted the computer to load the photographs… the SD reader and Photos-File were not responding! Grunglegrogs! I checked the connections and the SD card, and still no luck. Turned off the computer at the restart button on Windows. No-Go! Turned everything off and left it a couple of minutes, and tried again. Failure, defeat & depression! As I was giving up and closing down yet again. I got a summoning to the . So I went!
FARCE The water refill bowls were there, but on checking, the water I’d filled the tank with last visit yesterday – was not. The W.C. tank was empty! Grunglegrogs! I assume that Jenny must have used it yesterday. So, after a terrifying torrent was evacuated, I got the mess cleaned up, I had to make six trips for water on this first visit. Brenda was most angry with me!. I took an extra painkiller again; this carrying water on each and every visit, is not doing my health any good.
Mopped the kitchen floor.
Afternoon views Views: All from the balcony. End car park Gravel path up the hill into the park.My much missed beloved Tree Copse. How I miss walking through it daily as I did long ago. Self-Pity brewing up here! To the left of the centre. Car park entrance end near Winwood Court. Straight ahead.
Patterned legs?
Made and at an early nosh. Burnt the saucepan again. Ate it all, then a dessert and a bag of cheesy curls.
Josie called asking if I had a spare kettle went to see her and returned.
Later Neighbour Josie called; she thinks well and is positive that she has not had her medications. She returned later and was in a shaking panic, telling me the Carer has not given her the medications. Poor gal was terribly frail and nervous. I rang Meridian to confirm that she has had them, on the line for ages.
This got confirmed, but I could not convince poor Josie. Who returned again later, and in the right state. I said I’d go down to the office and explain to them. I just couldn’t convince her she has taken them. They keep her medication in a safe in Josie’s flat, as she gets so confuddled. About creased me getting down to the office, but I had to, with failing to convince Josie. Returned to Josie, she was still certain she’d not had them. The carer said someone would go to see Josie. Whop was not convinced that they would come. I felt so much for her plight. She showed a smile at last! ♥
Josie rang the bell to let me know she’s had her tablets. Someone had convinced her, and she looked much happier now! So long trying to help her, It was my turn to get confused, as it is now 20:50hrs… I’d lost track altogether myself.
The legs and feet were looking good; my little hobbling for Josie about might have helped them? Mind you, it didn’t help or please .
Managed to get just the one shot of the sunset in tonight. In between sorting Josie’s problem, well, trying to. Bless her. A shame I missed getting more, but it was my painful pleasure to help someone else for once.It wore me down and out, but, it lifted my own spirits by a ton-and-a-half.
Back in the morning, to check the notepad for the missed bits.
Lost or misplaced, or maybe I ate the notepad? Cause I can’t find it. The Dodgy memory will have to be utilised.
Arrived for the last visit… was attached to the day bag. Richard was puzzled as to how the shortage of one of the medications had evolved.
Summat else must have happened… but blown if I can recall what they were?
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – I went from the pits of depression to a totally uncaring sod-it mode.
With rare, but they were there, I must deserve this hell of a life, a type of acceptance; The state & mess I am in mentally and physically have to be considered just rewards! There was a certain peacefulness in this condition.
None of the false highs yet, though (13:58hrs).
Up and down like a jo-jo. But the extremes were all low. Something may occur to lift me.. but then, do I deserve it? As of now, I think not.
The balance is all over the place again; several walls and doorframes have been clipped – which, of course, along with fetching water to refill the W.C. every visit, is ensuring that and are able to be enjoyed. I remembered to ask Carer Richard to rub some Phorpain gel into my back this morning.
I’ll try to ask a later Carer to do the same… if I remember to. I must ask someone to call the Easy-Link for me soon to book me a lift to and back from the .
Sunnier today. Got a bit of in. – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
05:30hrs: I stirred into life… very reluctantly! Unpresumptuously, yes! I realised that I’d not put on the night bag attachment as soon as I saw it wasn’t there! Normally something like that would had cursing me, but not this morning. I couldn’t muster up any interest and still wanted to go back to sleep again. I knew it was going to be a bad day. The need for the , only bought fear of having to risk or , carrying the water from the kitchen to the wet room to refill the broken (but they are coming on the 17th to look at it) plumbing thingamabob. ruled this session. No bleeding, though; it just cost me agony and ages to get the torpedo out. Fetching the water brought me back to reality a little. With my balance so bad these last couple of days, I took great care and concentration in the three trips, not to wobble. Doing this with a walking stick and the other hand under the bucket is a work of art! I felt better about myself when it was all over with. The feet, legs and toes looked much better today. I even avoided any
Went to get the computer on, noticing my balance was still poor. But why? I took this poor photo from the computer chair. I was not yet light, with a little mist, and no signs of rain.
I made an order for Iceland. I promised the Nurses and Carers I’d try to get some more of the alcoholic ‘Slushies for their treats’ As I finished conforming the order… Liberty-Global’s Mr Fries shower struck again! But, I’ll not insult them, swear about them, nor be jealous that they can pay Fries $26 million wages. Oh, No! It doesn’t bother me in the slightest!
While I was waiting, yet again, for Liberty-Global’s shit service to come back on, I investigated what I could have for my nosh later on. Well, that was the plan. But and however… on my way to the kitchenette… !!! I’m not sure if it was or who caused it – but it was that copped it, and passed it on to me, in no uncertain terms! It was baddish one this time. I got some gel on where I could reach and took an extra painkiller.
An earlier snap of the view from the kitchenette window.
Made an order for next week with Asda – Walmart. There are still boosting prices!
Pressed on with blogging and got the Sunday one posted.
Then took two pictures of the amazing sky above! This was undoubtedly the highlight of the day for me. My few minutes of Pareidoliaing brought me almost joy. I do love finding things in the clouds. A ghost’s head, a face, and so many more. Love it!
I spent an age figure searching. I think the bad eyesight helps you find them, cause the Carers could not see what I did. Hehehe! photographicalisation. I had another Well, took two more, The first one I caught the end of the window frame. Time to get the nosh started. I’ll make some sliced potatoes and have some white sauce that JAne said is good with spuds.
I’ll be back later… or in the morning to catch up.
Morning Catch-Up Service:
I took this photo of the back of the Winwood Heights front car park, as I got the nosh prepared. Easy meal, a frozen potato sauce aubergines thingamabob, that was microwaved. With some sliced and oiled potatoes done in the oven… Oh, and a can of peas. Got down in the c1966, £300 pound, second-hand charity-shop bought, crumb-containing, odour-retaining, Harold’s Haemorrhoid-testing, nauseatingly beige coloured, non-operative, electric virus-breeding recliner. Flavour-Rating: 6/10. Got the goggle-box on to watch ‘Heartbeat’, and feasted!
Went to do the washing up, and the sky was again beautiful.
The top photo prompted my love of pareidoliaising. I could see a creature, with an open mouth, bulging eyeballs, nose and arms or fins, seemingly attacking the black cloud? When I moved from the camera lens, I could not see it. Then move in a bit, and zoomed, in to take a shot of the black cloud. With its eyes and nose? Back to 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 recliner. The Carer arrived and medicated me. Then back to the TV… Zzz!
Woke up, and had a temporary moment. I was sure I could smell something burning. I fumbled my way out of the recliner, grabbed the four-pronged Metal Mickey, and adopted a Sherlockian Status to investigate the cause of the smell of burning… But nothing was discovered? Checked all the rooms, but could not see or smell signs of any conflagration.
CAUGHT THE SUNSET!
I opened the kitchen window. There were a few spots of rain falling. Took the first three pictures.
I turned to get a drink of water from the fridge, and.. gave way, and I tumbled forwards, clouting my chest on the edge of the cupboard. As would be expected from a man of my calibre, I laughed it off. Got the spring water, stopped crying and got on with the last bit of my sunset photographicalisationing.
Saying farewell to the sun as it disappeared.
Another settling into the £300, second-hand, most uncomfortable, decrepit, Haemorrhoid Harold-testing, creaking, sleep-deterring, nauseatingly beige-coloured, not-working, recliner.
For once, I was in the land of nod straight away. The thought storms were not so proliferating. And the shooting awakes were far less frequent tonight. I managed a good five hours of not-so-broken sleep. Nice!.
It can only get worse – and my rate of losing it seems to be increasing. After having the stroke, the Stroke Wards in the hospital were desperate for beds. They sent me to a ‘Care Home’ for a month. The long-term patients were all suffering from different types of the same ailment; Dementia. Alzheimer’s disease, Vascular dementia, and Alcohol-related dementia. Down syndrome and Alzheimer’s disease, Chronic Traumatic Encephalopathy dementia. I felt so bad for them but was uncomfortable being there. Now, I believe it will not be too long before I rejoin them. No doubt about it, my grip on things is, thankfully, slowly getting worse. I’ve developed a fear of officialdom in the form of letters. With cataracts, saccades and glaucoma, the hearing gets worse. Peripheral Neuropathy gifted loss of balance; causing falls, tumbles and walking into things… like walls and doors, missing steps, and the newest thing; The Neurotransmitters are not getting messages to the brain! It does its best, I’m sure. But more regularly now, I cannot pick something up, and sometimes cannot let go of it! I’m hoping the Doctors at the surgery, Highbury Hospital, or some Social Worker may read this. The trouble is, at this moment, I am aware of these issues, but on the rare occasion I see a specialist, there is nothing there. On my last visit to the Memory Nurse, I could not recall the name, or if it was a road or street, or the man’s name. She gave me an option of three given names, such was it an avenue, street or road? Mr Schmitt, Albright or Woodcock… obviously, I’d made up the questions asked, as an example. My GP got a letter telling her my memory was the same as two months earlier. Which it wasn’t; in March, I answered them all, without prompting and help. Last time, even the ‘pick one of three’ was just a potluck. I’m leaving taps on more often too. I’ve burnt three saucepans to death this month. Taken tumbles getting dressed, and I was only wearing protective pants and a dressing gown! Remembering all this is amazing! I was supposed to have three brain scans, I think, a month apart – then they can read any changes – but this has to be done before they can identify the type of dementia I have and treat me with whatever to slow it down. I’ve had one. As I recall, I got lost trying to get out of the building. I can sense at this precise moment, I just had a few minutes of nothing; I call a Memory Blank, struggling now. I’ll try to get back later. I’d be in a pickle without the Carers attending. It also helps me tremendously if we get time for a laugh and a little natter. Sorry that I wrote this now. After reading it I sound like a right old whiner! I do think I’m a different person when the Dracula Depressions visit me. I decided to leave it on, if only as a warning to others, of how things can change so much. Yet, still, moments of the old self come through occasionally – and that is wonderful!
TTFN.
The feet were s lot better looking this morning. The legs were a little lumpy in places.
Ablutions sorted. But doing the teeth, and spitting out the toothpaste was a bloody job. Hehe!
Undoubtedly foggy out there this morning.
Spuds in the crock-pot.
Peas in the saucepan.
Sat at the computer desk. Photo’d the Fog through the balcony windows.
A new Olive-Oil dropper filled, for the twice-daily earhole oilings.
A rare mug of Glengettie tea on the computer desk. As usual, I forgot about it, and it went cold. Tsk!
Rahmat arrived, and medications were issued. First visit. The usual agony of carrying buckets of water to refill the non-working W.C. bowl. (Three calls to the Throne today, not so messy, but just as painful. Annoying , and the pain started!
I set to creating some needed templates for this blog. I seemed to be doing a little better with the typing today, nowhere near as many missed keys…although my foments of bemusedness were relentless, my rate of work achieved was doing reasonably well – as were my mind-blanks, which delayed me a little. But it didn’t matter. For Liberty-Global Virgin Media boss Mr Fries helped…
Their Average Rating went down to 1.1 since I made this graphic last year!
Did some food prepping, another trip to the . And returned to doing the blank templates, after Liberty-Global Virgin Media, who are now dearer than any other supplier, granted me a service again.
I thawed out some of Asda’s pre-crushed finger rolls.
I had several of these, which put the mocker on blogging. Then…
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Broke my heart, with my doing so well earlier. I gave up altogether. Turned off the computer, got the nosh finished and served up
It didn’t go down too well. But that is likely to be because of the smoke & mirrors Liberty-Global Virgin Media’s letdowns getting to me! Taste Rating 3.5/10.
Carer arrived and listened to my chuntering about… .
I got the pen and pad out, and tried to do some odeing for tomorrow’s blog… Zzz!
The later Carer woke me up, and a painkiller was given.
I tried to get back to sleep, but it was no good, so I got up and took a photo of the sky.
Back in the c1966. charity shop bought, second-hand, wincingly grotty, beige coloured, not working, crumb-covered from the nocturnal nibblings, itch-making, uncomfortable, virus breeding, easy-to-fall-out-of, recliner.
I continued frequently getting to the point of nodding off, and every time the danged let loose!
Depressed and annoyed, I got up when I saw the colouring through the curtains had gotten browner. Grabbed the camera and went into the kitchen to see if it was worth picturing… I thought it was lovely!
Waiting for the sun to drop, I hung up the dressing gowns returned from the laundry. Checked the taps and cooker were not left on. And back to take this shot.
. Bootiful!
Not sure when I did get sleep, but it took a few hours, I think. I can recall getting up to check if I’d locked the door or not, spotting the clock that indicated 02:30hrs.
Started the day today… In a totally different way… Well, not really, it was still farcical, but it started later than usual – for an excellent reason! I’d had a great late sleep of about six hours of bliss. Not waking up until nearly 07:00hrs! brought me back to imitation life as the door chime chimed! I fumbled my way out of the aged, grotty-looking c1966 made, charity-shop-bought, sickeningly beige-coloured, £300, Harold’s Haemorrhoid-testing, non-operational, acne-giving, virus-breeding, rickety, easy-to-fall-out-of recliner, to unlock the front door for the Carer. It was the new gal .
Sobia got the medications sorted out as I was showing her the lack of wee-wee in the night bag.
She and I were astounded to see the tiny amount of urine in pouch. Less than 100, whatever they are, milligrams? Took the medications, and as I set about taking the night bag off… it was half full!?!? My immediate thought was that I had done something wrong. Said after we forced the urine into the night bag, there were over 250 whatever we’re in now. I believe I must have trapped or blocked the tubing in my long sleep. But I’ll never know. In the flapping about, I nearly forgot to take the morning’s breakfast medications. Hehe! Just look at the gnarled fingers on my hand. I was such a beautiful baby as well! Off to the wet room to utilise the ..
Much to the displeasure and annoyance of Who wasted no time in setting about issuing her agony aches when I started lifting the bowls of water that were needed to refill the non-working W.C. water tank. No sweat to me, of course. I laugh in the faces of the ailments. . Ahem! Dried off, cursed a little, took another painkiller, passed wind involuntarily, and got the kettle on. It was still misty out there. I went to get the milk out of the fridge and dropped it. I’ll say no more!. When I’d recovered from the dropped milk bottle hitting my foot and toe, I took this photographicalisationing of the house being done up near the bottom field. There were no signs of any activity. But my poor was throbbing somewhat. Huh!
The mist was clearing at last. Not that it ever went away all day. I managed to knock the poor sodding toe again while closing the window under the heater radiator. I did laugh!
I got some potatoes in the crock pot ready to go in the oven later. Well, that was the plan. But, of course, I still had to get yesterday’s blog completed. I started with hope in my heart… Forgetting about Liberty-Global!.
I could have cried, swore, gotten depressed, angry, annoyed and groaned. Well, I did, all of them! The thought that Mr Fries of Liberty-Global. getting £28 million, a guaranteed bonus, and an open expense account… gauled me! Jealousy, of course. I turned everything of and unplugged the oligarch’s box, and went to open a can of artichokes, for later. Got back to reset the system, and wallah! Fries crap service was back on again. Hurrah!
I lost a lot of time trying to remember what it was and where I was with the blogging. Some stuff had been saved, others not… Bet Fries is enjoying this! I’d just about got the CorelDraw sorted and…I stopped my blubbering, cursing, loathing and spitting, and the hostility, hatred, loathing, disappointment, chagrin, and vexation, with feeling infuriated, irritated, nettled, peeved and splenetic: inspired a reaction from deep within my limited anger box! And when Fries’ farce of an internet service returned again, I wrote my piece for TrustPilot, and posted it first thing!
No answer from them yet. Not that I expect, or want one
The answers they have given to other suckers, sorry, I meant customers, posting their one vote because there is no option for a nil vote; Offering you a link via video, or to sites that use language that I fail to understand, and can’t see or hear anyway.
Not that I blame the staff at all. They must be leaving in droves?.
Ah, well, I’ll get the nosh sorted now.
Sunday Morning; Up at 0:400hrs, Ablutions, two throne visits, which left in a vicious cruel mood, with all the hauling water from the kitchen to the wet room so many times. Back to update:
I got the potatoes out of the oven. Just the one burnt finger, well, knuckle on the finger.
They smelt good and looked good. But didn’t taste very good! I dropped the tray taking it to plate the spuds! Bending down to retrieve and clean them, started of on her mission to cause as much pain as is possible to me. Arrgh! Got the fodder on the plate and tray. The wholemeal bread stick was undercooked and a little mealy, and gooey. The peas were nice. , or was it, possibly arrived as was about to take the fodder into the front room to eat it. He took it through for me; actually, bless him. Got the medications issued. We had a little natter and off on his rounds. Not getting the meal hot was of no consequence this time, cause it was horrible anyway. (Not the peas, they were okay!) Flavour-Rating: 2.5/10. A brown colouration in the sky as I took the plate tray and things to be washed. The sun got through on its way down. I must stay awake to take the end bit of the sunset, the clouds were higher than usual, and I hoped to get some decent shots of it for once.
Washed and settled into the second-hand, £300, c1968, overwhelmingly-sickening beige coloured, tatty, uncomfortable, wobbly, germ producing, falling to pieces, food residue collecting recliner. The only thing worth watching on the TV was a documentary on the Falklands War – The untold story of how close we came to failure. Changed the channel to it, watched it for about two minutes, and drifted off to sleep. Woken up by the late Carer calling. Can’t recall much of this visit at all… nothing new here; The were ever-present. I’ve got to get used to this. Somehow, it’s driving me mad!
After the departure of the Carer, I checked the taps and stove to make sure nothing had been left on and saw the amazing sunset.
Well, maybe not amazing, but it was nice to see one after so many nights without one.
I loved the brown tinge in the sky. An atmospheric brown cloud is a layer of air pollution containing aerosols such as soot or dust that absorb as well as scatter incoming solar radiation, leading to regional and global climatic effects and posing risks to human health and food security. This layer extends from Earth’s surface to an altitude of roughly 3 km (1.8 miles).
The presence of so-called brown clouds of pollution over urban areas has been of concern for decades. See how knowledgeable I am? What? Me? Looked it up on the Britannica website? No, no, no… Here is the link: Britannica Brown Clouds.
Head down again, but the earlier ease of drifting off had departed. The rampaged through my brain, with the wicked assailant and brain invader , seemingly mixing up the usual bunch of fears, sorrows, worries, regrets, failures, disappointments, quandaries, anxieties and degradations.
When, hours later, I burst awake with a force of great magnitude – I clouted my elbow as I twitched about, a knocked over a bottle of tonic water, which landed on my . Then spent two Thought-Storm-free hours, but waking every few minutes with the regulation pullulating jolting jerks. I gave up and got up…
LIFE, IS JUST A BOWL OF CHERRIES…
It’s worth remembering that in 2022, 2,859 Americans were hospitalised, &. 166 died choking on the cherry pip within.
THINGS AIN’T SO GOOD, TODAY It’s gone 18:00hrs, and I am about to start this blog. Between and the day has been so farcical, even I can’t believe the things that have taken place; I need help. The confusion is actually frightening; the memory blanks are plain scary. And although the have both been a lot less often today, , is in her pain-giving eyeholes. I’m not sure if I’m relating to people normally either. There is vagueness and unavailability that has come over me today, from the mind, I mean. Yet, it’s only thinking back that I become aware sometimes. Others, I think everything is under control… then find I’ve left the tap running, Having only two saucepans left – three in two weeks burnt to a crisp… I was 100% certain I had a box set of saucepans in the junk room. But No! None in there? I may have given them away, thinking I’d got too many at the time. Wrong Again! I had to use the small and very large saucepan. Can of veg stew in one, fresh suede and carrots in the other. Managed to get the tray on top really hot before I found out how hot it had got. Ouch! Memory Blanks galore. To be fair they were of shorter durations up to now. I don’t think anyone can do owt to help slow Doreen’s progressively increasing intrusions. But I’ll try telling the memory nurse at next month’s visit to Highbury Hospital. Sister Jane sent me a photo of our childhood neighbour Chrissies toe. The poor gal ♥. On the day, I thought I’d send her an email and try to cheer her up and find out what had caused it? Fingers crossed! Jane rang me today and reminded me I had not gotten in touch, and it was her Birthday today as well! I felt so guilty. So sent one off to her. The early evening Carer called, and I don’t think I was communicating too well. Kept losing the plot and was giving me a hard time getting my messages across. Medications were given, and I think he checked the taps and the stove for me. Took the waste bag with him. So much seemed to be happening, but that was probably my brain battling and losing against .
Photo Prompting:
. Worryingly, little urine in the night pouch when I woke up. Also, notice how ginormous and filled the stomach was now?
An early morning mystery photo here?
Emptying the night pouch and realised just how little there was within it. Was not good, either!
To the kitchenette for the regulation photo of the house being upgraded, and the morning view. Darned misty!
Yet Again!
So, I vacuumed my massive hallway. I think I had a search for the saucepans. Cut up the veg ready for later.
visited.
set off carrying the water.
Still no Liberty-Global Internet on. So I had a wash, shave and got some fresh PPs on.
Oooh! The Water-Geysers on the left leg, looked a little like they might be erupting again. Might have been itching during the night… knowing me, I probably made them worse by scratching? A few. hours later… well, come think of it, it was eleven hours later… now; I can hardly see any of the papules??? The mysteries of this block of flats, with the apparitions, phantoms, succubi and the paramnesias, who torment residents… well, me, anyway! Hahaha!.
The Internet resumed. Hurrah! I got yesterday’s blog updated and was in the process of doing the notification email, and…
Grrr, Gnash…
Got me in the right pickle, then. I got the vegetables done and added them to the saucepan are ready for this? They say… “Compass Canned Cherpans Risolles is a type of canned meat product made from minced meat and spices formed into patties or meatballs, similar to the shape and texture of a hamburger patty. The meat is often mixed with bread crumbs, eggs, onions, and seasonings such as garlic and black pepper. The patties are then canned in a tomato-based sauce or gravy, making for a convenient and easy-to-prepare meal. These canned Cherpans Risolles can be served as a main dish or used as a base for other dishes, such as stews or casseroles. Which I am going to do with the extra diced carrots and swede. I made some gravy to add to it and hope it’ll be good. During the preparation, I dropped the basin… Got a . Spilt the gravy on the stove. Knocked the used saucepan into the soapy bleached water in the sink. Got down a bit sharpish to dry the water so it didn’t set of the water alarm… Hit my head on the draining board… Dropping the walking stick, on the ingrowing toenail, I nearly blew my top or cried!.
Photographed the end car park while the sun was out. An hour later, I took this of the sky.
Finally got the floor cleaned up and checked on the meal.
Made a start on this blog. Faffled about, and gave up.
Late Carer arrived. To put the night pouch on. I asked not to, as I had to make my late meal yet, and I have difficulty going around the kitchen cooking and cleaning up with the walking stick and carrying the night pouch with me. I assured her I’d be able to put it on, as was not giving me any bother. No medications were needed.
Got the nosh sorted.
Back in the morning… He says!
Certainly not an attractive-looking feast in the slightest! But this vegetable stew tasted excellent to me. Flavour-Rating: 8.8/10. Lemon Mousse dessert.
I got the night pouch attached with amazing ease. But in the morning – there were problems and confusion!. That’ll be in tomorrow’s blog. It all came out right in the end – Hehehe!
“I can’t pay the bill, so I’m in the dark & cold!”
“Your bills are beyond my threshold….”
With debts, I am now being circumvolved
“Disabled, blind, deaf, and 77 years old”
Can we not settle this… get it resolved?”
“My bank balance is all but dissolved!”
But he had me in a virtual choke hold… He said: “We suffer too, being short-handed.
Is that the word, or have I gerunded?
Oh, splendid; now I’m told I’m being trolled!
I apologised, but he wouldn’t be consoled…
We proletariats are getting frampold!
Seems we are both suffering & confounded?
In a month or so. I’ll be entirely defunded!
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05:40hrs: I stirred back into my usual moroseness. Spent a minute of two identifying what day it was. Not that it mattered much, anyway. Then I took off the night pouch. Not much in it?.. But the colour was a fairish 4 on the NHS colour chart. Emptied it, put it in the appropriate bag, then into the waste bag after sealing it. As I got the kettle on, the need for the arose. The sight and star of my delicate area, Little Inchie, of course, made me jump a little bit when I first saw the blood. Or rather, the location that had altered to what would be considered… ‘Normal’. Even for me! A was nearly issued. Haha! Confused, I certainly was. The multi-aged, dried blood at the bottom of this taken-off pair of Ten pants was far less bloody than usual. But the fresh blood is not there as a norm? Top left, these are the concern. These came out of the bum area, I’m sure. I had a grope and feel around using paper towels but found no lesions. Then very gently prodded the site to see if I could find papules, boil or whatever that may have leaked. But, no!
This session was like passing heavy, chocolate-covered ball bearings… eventually!
was in another foul mood about carrying the buckets of water from the kitchen to the wet room… yet once again! I dressed… well, I put a dressing gown on. Sorted the waste bags out and placed them near the front door. Haha! I thought that was the best idea because I don’t have a back door in the flat. If you see what I mean.
Made a brew, & took a photograph of the rising sun from behind the flats… the sun was rising, not the apartments. I think…
Then off to the computer, determined to do a better, quicker job today, and crossed my fingers that Liberty-Globals oligarch, the £26m salaried with guaranteed bonuses boss, who bought out and ruined Virgin Media, would see if he can go a day without losing the signal. (Fat chance of that, but still!). Love his latest load-of-crap advertisement, above. You’ve got to praise Mr Fries; he’s consistent in his failings and still getting paid a fortune for his inabilities. Pure jealousy on my behalf, of course. I’d barely started when the inevitable happened.
Carer Samantha arrived. Got me sorted and had a mini-natter. Tried the internet, but it is still not back on yet.
I strongly suspect I may have . Cause I woke up as the door chime rang four hours later. Oblivious to what time it was, where I was, or even if I was… Hahaha!
Aha, Liberty-Global Virgin Media working again. I got the BP graphic done and made one for the ode. Then made the ode… Then realised I had not yet finished off yesterday’s Inchie Today. Oh, dearie me! Done it again, gone and lost the signal for the self-praising, oligarchal, figure-manipulating Liberty-Global, owners of Virgin Media, specifically the good looking over-paid boss, Fries, had struck again. So, I toyed with it for a while to make it more comfortable. A mistake that was!
There was still no service from Liberty-Global-owned Virgin Media Internet services. So, I decided that an early meal was a good idea!
Aha, a change in the weather. This photographicalisation came out rather well, I thought. . Got the potatoes in the oven on a high setting. And cut up the imitation pressed bacon and garden peas in the saucepan. Got the electric drill and cut up some of the beetroots. Hehehe! The vegan bacon was brilliant! The potatoes were excellent! The garden peas tasted grand! It might have a 10/10 rating but for the rock-solid, teeth-breaking, tasteless, horrible beetroot! But, still a 9/10 Flavour-Rating!
I came out of it, and I was sat in the c1966 charity shop bought, second-hand, wincingly grotty, beige coloured, not working, crumb-covered from the nocturnal nibblings, itch-making, uncomfortable, virus breeding, easy-to-fall-out-of, recliner. Unsure of anything, my mind was filled with fear that I may have left the stove heat to tap running. I hastened to the kitchenette… The hot water tap had run cold, but there was no plug in the sink. Phew! Butt here was the oven tray soaking in there. I got them and the pots washed. I sat briefly, feeling somewhat confused and indifferent to everything. Hard to find the words… Most likely something inspired by Doreen’s Dementia.
Chimed out. It was the sweet Angel of Mercy, Nurse Hristina from the Deep Vein Thrombosis and Anticoagulation INR, Clinic; she’d come to take my blood. ♥ That cheered me up!
Sad to see Hristina leave, I put the kettle on and noticed the buttercups coming through in the bottom field near the tree copse. I think.
The evening Carer arrived. As he was preparing the medications, the mobile phone rang. It was the Doctors surgery, with the new dosages of Warfarin for me. I turned to get the mobile that also rang… turned back and got a for my bother, then pulled my foot from under the chair, landing in a heap, but onto the recliner! Dropping the mobile phone. Getting back up, I indicated for the Carer to take the call. He handed me the phone. The receptionist gave me the new dead-easy-to-remember Warfarin doses. 1½ every day until 16th May. Carer Victor wrote the details into the Carer’s folder for me. The stubbing and fall made me feel a little out of it.
I finally got on with Blogging, but I think I’ve got the following photos in order.
Earlier shot of the feet before mangling them. Hehe!.
Another ‘in and out of it’ day. However, far fewer ‘Out-of-its’ than ‘Almost with it’ moments. Genuine ‘With-It’ events you can count on one hand. I still managed to get so far behind with everything. Make multiple errors & mistakes. Not a bad day, really, for me! No, that might be stretching the point! Sorry about the delightful moments of my Pareidoliaing. I found a feast of figures in the clouds at various times during the day & night. .. A weakness of mine, as you know!
Up at 04:30hrs; Throne and ablutions were tended to.
Care Richard arrived. Nice to see him. He got the prescription medications issued and evaluated. Managed a mini-natter.
Healthier-looking pins today?
Only three visits to the challenging today. was not so bothersome, but… the were back again. Humph!
No work was done on my unknown neighbour’s house today. Fair enough; it is Bank Holiday!
Got some fresh veg cooking, and am going to add them to a can of cheap vegetable soup. My designs were to have this at around 13:00hrs. But as per, they didn’t work out. I got the meal at 22.45hrs. Better late than never!
A few Pareidoliaing moments were enjoyed, as the sky with its fast-moving clouds turned a smidgen blur… Two eyes, or marbles at the bottom of the first effort, above. Higher in the sky shot. An explosion taking place? A Pareidoliaing success here.(Above) It looked to me as if a keyhole had been cut through the clouds as if they were made of snow? I can see a head in there, as well.
The fresh and canned vegetables were merged in the saucepan and flavoured a little… Then got forgotten about for a good few hours!
Later on, the skies began to lose their blue tinge a little. I can see two whales kissing each other? And a swan taking to flight?
Ten minutes later, the sun started to descend. Looks like a Red-Dwarf craft in there?.
Would you believe it – , , , barely believable…
Late afternoon. Down comes the sun. Pareidoliaing: I see an animal’s head with its jaws open in the clouds?Mayhap chasing the small clouds on the right?. A mane on the animal’s head?.
Back onto the computer… Would you believe it – , , , barely believable…
The handsome-looking mirrors & Smoke boss Man Fries, paid with Liberty-Global’s $ 24 billion to buy Virgin Media, doesn’t seem to be interested in this constant failure? Yet manages to afford flashy untrue, advertisements on the TV, of how great, and reliable… (Sorry, I had to stop for a laugh there!) Virgin Media is. Mind you, my experiences with BT a few years ago, were almost as bad as Liberty-Global-Virgin Media.
I was taking out the potatoes from the oven to add to the soup. I thought about other people with neurotic problems, and wondered how they coped when the shakes, shudders or topples happen? At least with my having this as one of my ailments, there are times, like this incident, when can be a semi-blessing. As I tore the finger from the oven door, there was no pain whatsoever. Of course, as ‘s habit, when the nerve ends finally get the message to the brain to tell it that It’s in pain… it could be seconds or hours later, the belated agony can catch you out. Come think of it, it did today. I was washing out a spring water bottle, when the message got through to my brain, and dropped the flipping thing. Hey-Ho!
The sunset, such as it was, was not photographed very well…
. A wide shot first. Couldn’t get it right, as it looked to me. . A close-up shot.
Couldn’t get it right, as it looked to me..
After the sun had descended.
I got it betterer, as it looked to me.
The Meal Was Served
. Not a very pretty-looking meal at all! But, it went down nicely! I’m going to try another like this tomorrow. The Carer called as I was scoffing at it. I soon finished it off. Taste-Rating: 8.3/10! Medications taken. A little chin-wag was enjoyed The gal is off to Skeggie with her boyfriend tomorrow. Hope she enjoys it.
Then, although so late, I decided to make a start on this blog. Else it’s going to take too long in the morning if I don’t make a start. This was the case; when I opened the Internet…
Would you believe it – , , , barely believable… AGAIN!
Their Trustpilot Rating is no surprise! This made me check on BT… . Blimey, an alternative load of crap!
Things could be worse I may have caught pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis!
This will not do! I am a natural-born worrywart, an over-thinker.
A neurotic-fusspot, a pessimist of the highest order.
Today, I’ve been almost nonchalant about my problems & worries? absent-minded, addlepated, muddleheaded, slaphappy…that is not unusual as
Tom Jones sang. But with added long moments of feeling vague, faraway, which bemused me! I felt I ought to be feeling harassed, annoyed, frustrated, disappointed, discontented, and even exasperated!
But no! Amidst the serious issues that should have been getting to me, I found myself singing Cliff Richard songs to myself? Things were highlighted when I got a phone call on a Saturday of all days; oh, no, it’s Sunday, even more surprising, from the hospital telling me my name has gone down on the waiting list for the cataract operation. No one told me it had been taken off the list? Obviously, she said smugly, you will go to the back of the waiting list? But was I bothered? No! I think I told her it would be understandable to get younger people done cause they have years to live and will need their eyesight more than I do. I puzzled myself with that at first. But it’s right, innit? Then my not seen for months on end friend, Jillie, phoned me. She’s coming to see me next week. Splendid!Anyway, the moments of weirdness reverted to worry-bucketing, over-self-analysing and disparaging about 20:30hrs. Suddenly I’m back to the sour, dour self frame of mind again. At first this morning, I felt being so carefree was so unnatural to me. Now, I wish I could go back into it again. I can’t win, can I?
For the first ten hours since wakefulness arrived, I fear the now much-missed ‘Out-of-it’ period continued. No notes were taken down, very few photographs were taken, and even fewer were remembered. I’ll do my bestest with what I can recall and what few piccies that I apparently took – well, they were on the SD card.
The red knee, in the grip of . Wee-wee a little darker.
The feet looked a lot better! Only two visits up till now. (21:05hrs).
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. Early views.
. Later shots… Taken in two different modes. Oddly, I can’t recall which.
The latest shot of the refitting & building.
No chance of any sunset tonight. Still Bootiful.
Struggled with the computer again. ♥ Got a call from Jillie! ♥. Bless her; she’s going to call on me next week!
Hurrah! The meal photo made its way onto the SD card!
Note the two American doughnuts on the gold paper plate? Nice!. I ate the lot! Taste Rating: 7.2/10.
Emptying the day bag, and the urine was not a good colour!
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SWEET MORPHEUS Talk about resistance! It must have been four hours before I nodded of. Then, the Dreamt Thought Storms attacked. Revenge for my earlier hours of the Couldn’t-Care-Less mood. Three hours later, I was up and doing the fearful at times . Things got a little messy! I was full of fear and dread. But no idea why?
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Several trips to the today, starting with the moment I stirred back into pretend-life from the evenings uncomfortable -filled, ever-waking, so-called sleep. Humph! I’m still awaiting the arrival of a Nottingham City Homes plumber to mend the W.C.’s none refilling water tank. This Saturday, four or five visits and trudging the water bowls from the kitchen to the wet room, each bringing on and the current to the fore. Still, it gives me some exercise, I suppose. Shame about the pain, though. Been a few weeks now, I think, since I was told they had been notified. Annoyingly, the cold tap has stopped running now, as well. I got some spuds in the slow cooker to do later. Then the mammoth task – getting the done. No shower, too early, the noise would disturb my neighbours who may be sleeping. I think the ablutioning took about two hours, counting the medicationalising. A pretty morning sky out there this jolly morning?
Had a peep at the progress of the house being updated and extended. It looked like a fair bit of work had been done since yesterday’s shot. “Auf Wiedersehen Pet’.. I think! The fridge was looking sadly low on supplies? But I’ve got an Iceland order coming today… Well, I think I have… no I’m certain one is coming today… It is Saturday, isn’t it? I wish they would make it easier to remember somehow; then again, I’d still get confused if they did.
Time to get the computer on to start updating yesterday’s blog. Guess what?
It was still offline when I heard the tune coming from the doorbell. The most kind deliveryman carried the bags through to the kitchen for me. Much appreciated, I gave him a choice of nibble treats in thanks. Checked to see if Liberty-Global-owned Virgin Media had come back online yet… Hehehe! Nope! So carried on putting the nosh away. Only two items (four in count) for the freezer. I thought I’d ordered Vegan ice cream, but I got a twice-the-size Walls vanilla soft scoop. And ready vegan meals called shredded something with potatoes and sauce. I had one later on; not bad at all. I’d stocked up with some Schweppes tonic water, vanilla-flavoured liquid ice cream and bleach. No, I won’t be drinking the bleach. A final photographicalisation of the fridge, compared to the one before the delivery came, shows little difference in there? Did I miss something off?
I returned to the computer desk to find that Mr Fries had managed to get the signal back to Nottingham for me. Bless Him!
In case I forget later, the smoke & mirrors, mass money manipulation master [someone who draws attention away from often embarrassing or unpleasant figures or issues, distorts or blurs facts], figure-shuffling, slithery sidestepping, no idea how to run an effective Internet, Oligarchical gentleman, let his Virgin Media fail on three more occasions today. Huh! But I like him! How kind of him.
Visit two: And was even sloppier than the previous attendance.
I pressed on and finally got the Friday blog done; eleven hours after starting it! Then took a photo of the being upgraded house. Again! Seems I forgot I’d already done it.
No sooner had I scribbled this down on the notepad. It went down again!
Well, how surprising!
Crying and stamping my feet would have been an option. Along with gnashing teeth (although this was not a good idea, what with giving me stick)
I meandered into the kitchenette and took some pictures of the great dank, dark afternoon clouds.
So perfect for a pareidoliain such as myself. I had a feast of figure-finding in each of the frames. Hahaha! Finding faces, animals, ghosts, icebergs, a finger, eyes, broomstick and testicles within. Other items as well.
Back on the computer.
Then, the computer proceeded to confuse me beyond limitations!
Why, what for was the reason? What was going on?
I was entirely lost and thought this was the computer’s end. Or the Firefox internet, at the very least!
A Dracular depression, with a dread of fear and frustration, dawned.
After trying to find out what I could do, I got an option to reinstall the browser that came up on the screen.
Not the foggiest idea of which choices to go for; Reinstall, Repair or the other one, which I cannot remember.
I opted to reinstall, then got this message up. I clicked on next, and the internet disappeared from the screen after some flashing. Totally lost now?. So, I gave up and turned off the computer, left it a few minutes, and tried to open it again, which it did… But all the icons, tabs, etc., were missing! And, when I tried to finish the CorelDrawing, the mousse was doing the oddest of things. I clicked on a single object, and tons of them were selected, but I could not drag or move them. Couldn’t close anything down. Turned it off at the plug, fingers crossed.
Got the ready meal made and spuds sliced and on the plate. The cut finger didn’t bleed too much. The dropped and broken pot of lemon mousse missed my foot as it fell to the kitchen floor and burst open. And hitting my head on the corner of the counter when bending down to pick it up… well, that hurt a bit!
Enjoyed the evening view of the dank sky with its pretty white clouds, which surprised me.
Aha, fodder time. This is the rather drab-looking ready meal with some BBQ sauce and the last of the crocked-pot-cooked-for-too-long potatoes, Desiree. A pot of lemon mousse and a hungry Inchie to eat it. And jolly-nice it was, too! Taste: 7.8/10.
The night sky was pictured a couple of times while I was washing up.
The evening Carer arrived. Medications were issued, and a little nattering session was enjoyed. I mentioned the browser problems and turned it back on to show her… to my utter amazement, everything missing earlier had returned to the screen?
I was too tired to do any more blogging, so I turned it off and promptly . The last Carer woke me up. Medications were sorted out, and a minute or two of chinwagging was significantly favoured. Said my farewells and thanks and took this photographicalisation through the kitchen window of the night’s heavy rain.
Then settled into the second-hand, £300, charity shop bought, crumb-retaining, microorganism-microbe producing, grungy, moth-eaten, beige-coloured, non-working, bacillus-encouraging, incommodious, Haemorrhoid Harold testing, c1968 recliner, in search of Sweet Morpheus. He was not easy to find or keep when I eventually found him!
