03:30hrs: Stirred, passing wind, and rose from 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; caught my balance, and off to the wet room, taking the extremely full looking NWWB (Nocturnal-Wee-Wee-Bucket) with me for emptying and sanitising. Not an easy job when using the four-pronged Metal Mickey stick.
Not much to report today. It took me that long to get the things above done; it was almost tea-time by the time I got this part tackled – with few notes on the pad as well, as well.
Took a photo.
Got on with the updating of yesterday’s blog: a few more hours lost.
Pinterested some photos. Makes a double cock-up of great magnitude on WordPress.
I sent the template to the bin in error for updating.
Somehow or other, I got it back.
About ten minutes later… I did it again. But could I work out how I got the other one back? No! I toyed with risky actions taken, in hopes that were what I did earlier… but, No! I then lost the template altogether!
Started again from scratch!
Then, as if you didn’t expect it:
Then arrived, looking weary after his four-day shift. I didn’t want to delay him; I was his last call.
Got the medications sorted and had a mini-waffling session.
Bade him farewell, wish Bing him a good rest.
It was all computing then when it came back on for many hours.
arrived in a hurry.
More computing… well. more correcting and putting right mistakes than actual typing! Humph!
My Concentration was Zero at times. The mind is wandering… not a good sensation.
The Health Check did the taps, and oven checks gave me an extra Paracetomal. I asked him to help get my socks off and told him not to wear them again… Hehehe! Joking!
Tended to the Ablutionalisationings duties next.
An amazingly good session.
Back to the computer. Got the fodder in the oven on a low light and pressed on with this blog.
Make a meal, and back to the Porcelain Throne. This session was not so good, but I’ve had worse… Oh, the stink!
Turned off the computer.
Checked the nosh, and it looked ready.
Took a photo of it. never to be seen again… off into the ether it went. Huh!
Arrived and woke me up.
Got the meads sorted and had a mini-natter, taking the waste bag with him as he departed.
NOT SO GOOD TODAY: Very little time to get anything done. The Urine Infection is returning. Anne Gyna has not yet gotten over the shortages of medications that laid me up for three days of agony nada frustrations. Between them caused a lack of concentration and depression beyond belief. I think I’ve also got the lurgy that Richard had. Link above to first Snippet. So not so much diary news, sorry folks,
06:15hrs: Spent the first hour of wakefulness between the wee-wee bucket and the Porcelain Throne. So many trips were needed, and all like the urine-fungal infection started last week. Putrid-smelling pee, pains starting in the bladder area, then moving all around the torso, almost to the back.
The Asda order arrived. Carer Richard arrived as I was putting it away, and he gave me a hand to do so; bless him. We spoke of the infections and my symptoms, and he said they were exactly the same as he suffered last week. His doctor told him of a new ‘bug’ going around. (Please see the link in the First News Snippet) Richard told me to ring the Doctor, bearing in mind that last week I was late in doing so, nada paid the price in pain and lack of sleep. He even wrote it down on the whiteboard for a later carer to see.
When Carer Ty arrived, he rang the Doctors for an appointment for the infection to be seen quicker this time. I got an appointment for 6th January. About 15 days’ time, that’ll help me with the urine agony, won’t it?
Spent many hours on updating the Tuesday blog, at least five! Before getting it done. Accident and mistake-ridden, I’m sure. All to the accompaniment of the blasts of tap-tapping and bang-banging with either sawing or drilling noises supplied by the blocks the smart-alecky, insensitive, unsympathetic, toffee-nosed, self-important, naff, noisy nasty man, from the flat above on the 13th floor?
The pains, the noises from him above, and my still tripping to the wet room regularly. All, shattering my concentration.
Carer Ty arrived. He got the appointment with the doctor booked for the 6th of January, and he wrote the details on the whiteboard.
Eventually, I got the updated Tuesday blog posted to WordPress. (Well into the afternoon now!)
The pains seem to be easing a smidgeon from the innards. Not, I hasten to add, from Anne Gyna, she was in the full crippling, agonising, concentration-destroying form!
gave another blast of thudding and knocking; just to keep me on my toes. But it was a shorter session this time. Phew!
Sorry, I said that… just gave a little, almost musical again a blast of mechanical abbellimenti, with tempo and rubato. Once again, it didn’t last too long, but he was putting plenty of effort into it. I do hope that he hasn’t broken his hammer or chopped his chopper off, and that was the reason for his sudden silence. Or had too much of the Single Malt Whiskey and fell over, cracking his head against one of his train engine models.
Better get summat to eat then.
Got settled to watch the TV and eat the meal off the tray on my fulsome belly.
Carer Cheeky Charly Arrived. In a perky mood as per, bless her. Fed me the medicine, tablets and capsules. Soon off again on hare rounds.
The meal was tasty enough even when not so warm. The vegan bacon from Asda was a bit better than the others I’ve tried. But their Sourdough rolls (Cobs to us Nottinghamians!) were pretty tasteless. Hence a Flavour Rating of 6.5/10.
while watching TV. I was having an odd dream, something about frustrations, involving me working in a giant office complex. Couldn’t get out of the building…
But I was rescued. When woken up by arriving. He soon got the medications sorted out. The old Anne Gyna was still giving me stick, so he gave me two extra Paracetamol. He gave me some clues on marinating, we had a mini-chinwag, and Richard checked the taps and stove, then emptied the NWWB (Nocturnal-Wee-Wee-Bucket)for me; bless him.
Was not too keen on letting me get to sleep, so I put the TV on. That helped. I nodded off as the first round of adverts came on.
And, not so many waking-ups overnight. No more than about ten or so, as I recall things. I managed another weird dream. On a country lane, nighttime… and in my old Diahatsu Fourtrack; lost. For some reason, I started walking and whistled to the car, which followed me… vaguely recall going into a caravan with a radio playing ‘Onward Christian Soldiers… and finding dead bodies that turned out to be mannequins?
04:00hrs: I woke up with a jump and start and immediately knew I was in need of an urgent wee-wee. By the time I’d risen and caught my balance, was joined by an even more pressing need for the .
Grabbed Metal Micky and tumbled my way to the wet room. Dropped the stick, tore open the fessing gown, whipped down the jammie bottoms and tore the PP (Protection Pants) in the process of getting in position before the overly-eager evacuation started of its own accord. I thought that Little Inchie was giving some CMD (Cessational Micturitional) after dribbling. But on inspection, I found the . The tube of Hydrocortisone cream in the wet room was virtually empty. So I nipped to the medicine drawer in the kitchen and got another tube. I got back to the WC and went through the usual painful, teeth-gritting routine of applying the aforesaid ointment.
As I put the resealed tube back in the box, I noticed what I thought to be a use-by date on it. So, fetched the spyglass to read it… Oh, Heckithump! The date was November 2021 on it! I must have used them in the wrong order. What an absolutely unquestionable than I already knew I was! Now I have to explain things to , and hope he can get me another prescription from the Doctor for me.
I had, while sitting on the , got the idea that I was going to get some cleaning up done in the kitchen. But my morale and willpower had sunken, and I got on the computer to get the Saturday blog updated and sent off. I forgot all about having a shave and shower; Doreen Dementia had toyed with me again. Never gave washing and shaving a thought. Now I’m involved in an addiction to my blogging again. I can’t see myself stopping to get a shower and shave now. More chance of Putin apologising to the world and stopping the war!
Took some photographicalisations of the beautiful, if cold morning views from the kitchenette window.
Despite the freezing cold weather, I later bravely took a picture of the bottom field across from the car park. The now ease melting now.
A brave dog walker or two appeared later.
The dogs were lapping up the weather. I think the clear air of the frost makes it easier for them to trail the scents of other dogs they pick up? The two, who were having a sniffing party didn’t stop wagging their tails. Just thought I’d mention it, like.
Got the blog updated and sent it off to WordPress.
Then back to the . Ah, that was easier! No bleeding from the , I’m glad to report.
I got the growths coming from the new potatoes removed and got them in the crock-pot. Flavoured with balsamic vinegar, Ben’s Hickory Liquid Smoke, and sea salt.
Which gives the water in this photograph a red hue.
Then, I de-eyed two baking potatoes ready to use later.
They can go in the oven to be baked… providing I remember, of course. (I didn’t)
This depends on Dementia Doreen’s frame of mind, my not falling asleep on the computer chair, and if I get any mind-Blanks. Or, of course, if Putin decides to attack with his missiles. Arrived, by which time my mind was all over the place. Got the medications done, had a natter, and he took the waste bags with him to the chute for me.
Not the foggiest idea what happened over the next few hours. But I had done some work on this blog as the brain re-engaged.
I’d also opened the Christmas present from Jane & Pete that they left me yesterday.
A lovely woolly hat, a nice shade of maroon, I think.
Still not feeling so good now; distant might be the word.
Arrived. We had a chat and laughed. She took the biscuits from the giant shortcake box and found some tubs to put half of them in, leaving the other bag unopened.
Remembered to give her a choice of Christmas pressie.
Must get some more bottles in.
Made up the ode of the day and patched together a graphic on CorelDraw.
Again, I’m not certain what happened for several hours.
Woke up in the recliner feeling unsettled and bemused. I stayed there, even after noticing that I had still not had a wash and shave… That’s not me usually.
Many hours later, after having a few minutes of sleep, then waking and worrying about anything I could think of or dream up, I rose from £300, bought eight years ago from the second-hand shop, Harold Haemorrhoid testing, repugnantly beige-coloured, crumb containing, virus-breeding, acne-giving, rickety, itch-producing, none-working recliner.
Finding that while I was supposedly having old man naps, Carers had called? I even wrote this on the memory notepad. (Can’t remember them calling or making the notes?). , and had been.
These are worrying. I believe they are getting to me more and more. What if something important was said or arranged during the sessions? How do I know?I must put these on the list of things to tell the MH nurse.
Yet, I felt pretty fair when I last woke up. And got myself a meal made, although scarily, I do not remember actually cooking it. The photo of the meal triggered memories of enjoying it – feet up on a chair, tray on my knees… Oh, dear! I even found a score for the flavour rating in the pad. 802/10!
I washed the pots, took a painful reluctant wee-wee, had a wash, got into the jammies, and sat down to watch the TV. A Star Trek film… to which I promptly fell asleep when the first set of adverts came on.
Arrived. It was nice to see him again. Sorted the medications, and we had a natter. Richard checked the taps and stove. The lad looked tired. He took the waste bag on the way out for me.
Had a wee-wee (Still reluctant), and I got my head down in a serious search for proper sleep. And I got it at long last. I think I must have had an unninterupted good six hours! Dream-filled mind you, wish I could remember what they were about.
05:30hrs: I stirred, and as I began to move, I could have sworn that the room was full of people who stood around drinking, like at a party around me! Oower!.
The images faded. Mayhap they were part of a dream I’d been having? Or not.
I found the readings from last night’s Health Checks; they were stuck in my protection Pants when I took a wee-wee. (Don’t ask, please!) I put them in the NHS Analyser and got these figures. Same for 3 days now.
Off to the wet room again to utilise the . All went well. A painless, bloodless and mess-less evacuation!
Emptied, cleaned and sanitised the NWWB (Nocturnal-Wee-Wee-Bucket).
I got some spuds sorted for the crock-pot. Rubbed in some Ben’s smoke flavouring, let it soak in, and placed the dish on top of the microwave for later use.
But forgot all about these until I spotted them several hours later.
I went all industrial and work-ethically minded; when I remembered Sister Janet and Brother-in-Law Pete were coming later.
I got the wines I’d been getting for over the last year and got them in the box.
The top one was all wines. Well, they do love them!
The bottom box had some spirit mixers, Glengettie tea bags and some other stuff; the Dementia Doreen had already made me forget the contents within. Da Bitch! Next, I tackled a bit of cleaning up on the mini-hallway.
Not a hard job. And it took me only half an hour or so.
But Anne Gyna was not pleased with me in the slightest… in fact, she got rather nasty with me. Even gave me a few stabs of pain in the outer ribs, which meant she was really angry with me for doing all the bending down.
The short-lived domesticalisationing period was abandoned after this.
I went back onto the computer and replied to the mass of comments that had come in for me on WordPress. I answered them both. I got a text message as I was doing the comment replying; it was from Iceland. They had some products unavailable and three substituted. Took a look at the email link, and no problem with them this time. Returned to the comments and got them finished.
I had an instant, no-warning arrack from Dizzy Dennis. I’ve been free of these for months now, so it came as a bit of a shock. Short and sharp, but during those few minutes, it was impossible to stand up safely. Mmm?
Once able to, I rose and went in to make a few of Thompson’s Punjana tea.
I took the first photo through the kitchen window.
Then noticed the snow on the roofs of the nearer houses.
It was not thick, more like a dusting that was in the process of defrosting as the day moved on.
I took a few more shots of the streets, ways and avenues housing.
The next to the last, the penultimate picture going downwards… I’m waffling again, am I not? Sorry.
Anyway, Devonshire looked like it had plenty of Saturday workers living there.
The drive lines in the road showed signs of tyre tracks.
Some coming home, and others leaving for work.
The final shot was a great disappointment to me. I noticed the moon had come through the moving clouds, and I retrieved the put-away Lumix camera to take a shot of the moon. But it didn’t get through the clouds again. Grumph!
Later on, when putting the photographs onto CorelDraw, the 4th down shot appealed to me as a possible competition for this blog. It doesn’t seem a good idea now, but it did then.
It was the Iceland delivery arriving. The driver kindly dumped the carrier bags in the doorway for me and shot. But he did first, move the heavier ones, containing the last of the collection for a year’s wines for Sister Jane and Brother-in-Law Pete for Christmas.
The size of the slotted cream shortcake biscuits I bought was amazing! See the comparison of the size against the stove and hob.
I also bought a tub of nibbles for the Carer’s party at Christmas. That was bigger than I thought it would be, too… but not as colossal as the Shortbreads were. Hehe!
Next photo, the vegan stuff is for me, the others as treats and thank yous.
I used to love those chicken frankfurters, but I had no temptations to have any. Well, I did, but I resisted them!
I’d got some Spring Water, 4×2 litres, as last year in December, they became hard to get. So this year might be worse? Sliced Wholemeal cobs, or bread rolls, and some self-treats. Jacob’s Leicester cheese crackers! Yee-Haa!
I got the Friday blog finished and posted. To the accompaniment of Herbert’s clang, tap tapping.
Things suddenly became hectic! Jane & Pete arrived. They didn’t have a lot of time, and I wanted to take a photo of them to put on this blog. Once we started talking I forgot all about the picture taking (Afterwards, this made my blood boil with self-hatred for forgetting to!) arrived. Now I had three voices to confuse me… Then or turned up. I was in a mental pickle. Unsure of what happened then, but I recall going to the elevator to speak to Jane & Pete and thinking I’d forgotten why… no, I’m sure I forgot. I was well-confused by then.
Ah, yes, I recall it now; we (Jan, Pete and me) went on the balcony; Pete said they had to park at the end of the buildings. I suggested we take a photo of it. I did it on the Lumix, and Pete used his Samsung Galaxy S22 Ultra, £2005 mobile
Well, well, well, the internet is down, I’m all confused about everything, Ann Gyna is giving me some… and now Herberts started off again! Never a dull moment at number 72! Hehehe!
Arrived while I was watching the England v France match. We both agreed that it was a fix. The ref had definitely been bribed to ensure the French animals got away with foul and foul, and he booked the English players as well. Our missed penalty, by, of all people, Harry Kane, was a heart-breaker.
The poor chap must be devastated.
Losing to the French is never easy.
This time, it could have a crippling effect on the player’s morale.
Not that France needed to play so dirty, they could have won without the help of the obviously back-handed bent referee. They are a good enough team. Spit!
05:00hrs: I sprang almost energetically awake for the umpteenth time. Grasping what brain cells were active, I pondered over getting up or nodding off again.
The decision was made the moment I sensed movement from the rear end building up, followed by a wet emission of air! A sort of long silent phlutt!
The stomach ache had all but gone while I was motionless trying to kip, but the very second I moved to hasten to the Porcelain Throne, the agony returned. Off to the . : ❶ Fumbling, I tried to get into the wet room ASAP, for the action was starting on its own accord.
❷ I hit my shoulder on the door frame, that set of .
❸ The tie on the trousers got stuck, and I could not get the pants down in time!
❹ Before I’d serried on the Throne, the action started. And it was in full control of . Semi-liquid. You can imagine the mess I had to clean up!
❺ Just to add to the confusion, when I was mopping and disinfecting, I knocked over the glass bottle of olive oil. Yes, it broke this time! Trying to clean up an olive-oiled wet room floor is not easy, I can tell you. Thank heavens for loads of kitchen towels I had in and the super picker-upperer to use.
Then, Oh, the joy of joy…
❻ I needed to use the again! But being where I was at the time, about 6 inches away from the Throne, I got things down in plenty of time.
I think the Urine Infection has moved to the bladder?
I took a couple of morning photographs from the kitchenette window.
The top one is a little blurry, but the sky looks just as it does in the photograph.
O hung out of the window smidge to take this shot of the car park on Chestnut Way.
I went back to the wet room with as much haste as I could muster. Far better this time. I got all settled well before the Trotsky Terence controlled semi-liquid flowed from the innards! Being in the wet room again, I decided to do the ablutions.
No doer, it was a little early for using the noisy shower yet.
Do, I had a strip wash, teggies and shave.
I’m not sure for certain, I couldn’t see the nape of the neck, but I reckon I got away with just two nick shaving! . I think the legs and ankles looked a lot better.
Pale yet blotchy skin, yes, and the toes peripherals were still a different colour to the rest of the foot.
I then tackled, mayhap one of the riskiest of dressing jobs! Sock Glide Glenda! And came out of it… ready for this? UNINJURED! And that was after putting on a pair of long Diabetic bamboo socks, as well. DOUBLE … No Triple!
Arrived, not seen him for a while. We had a natter after he did the medicationing. He checked the taps were not left running, and took the waste bags with him for me.
Got a message from George-Asda, telling me that the dressing gowns will be coming today between 12:00@14:00hrs. It’s now 13:35hrs; we’ll see.
I went through this yesterday, and it is telling me it’s on its way. Oh, of course, it never came. I have little confidence in them.
Eventually, I got the Saturday blog sent off to WordPress. My friend Bill had done a blog. I had a look at it, liked it, and commented. Civil rights; Gone wrong in the USA.
Came for the short check visit. Gave me the Peptac and a Paracetamol. Checks the taps, and he departed. Nice lad.
I’d finished the blackcurrant spring water and delved into the c1962 Hopewells sideboard, with the hanging-off door and unclosable drawers, and started on the Tonic Water with added orange juice.
I saw the Haribo marshmallows and was sorely tempted. But resisted! Got the done.
Return figures I put them in the NHS analyser and was pleased to see that they were still in Hypertension – 1 Red.
I sense that the figures will improve.
Not the foggiest idea of how or why, but it seems that my EQ s confident that things will improve? We shall see tomorrow!
Hello, back to the , better this time.
Arrived. Did the checks.
Then I got settled to watch the England v Senegal match.
Not a great match. Senegal was, at times, the superior side, I thought. It was hard work, but the lads got through it.
My worry now is if they play the same against France, it’s not going to be a pretty thing.
Arrived after the match had finished. Nice to see him again.
Tried to get to sleep, but it wasn’t good. Kept constantly waking up with a jump.
06:00hrs: Woke up almost alert, realising that the Iceland delivery could arrive at any time. Unlocked the front door, had a wee-wee, then needed the Porcelain Throne, so used it. Moped the kitchen floor, made a brew, and took another wee-wee. Onto the computer (The memory pad notes say TV item F’ball), I’m assuming I put the telly on? Minutes later, a mega-yawning arrived. I greeted him with a handshake, and the fatigued-looking lad commenced a series of repeat yawns that lasted longer than I had ever seen before. Poor thing was looking shattered! Yet still, he operated to his usual effective standard. He offered advice on things and asked if there was anything else I wanted (The man’s miracle!) I’d be lost without his care and help. He’s done such a lot to get me through the last weeks of the Urine infections and worries over appointments. I insisted he take some treats with him. All deserved and earned! Wished home well and thanked him as he departed.
I had a wee-wee, and I got back to the computer, then and announced the arrival of the Iceland delivery. What help the splendid driver was.
He came straight in with the bags and took them through to the kitchenette for me! I soon set-to emptying the bags and getting the contents stored away. No excessive pains, giddiness, shakes or loss of balance.
I’m not saying things were magically okay, but things went so well I was almost confused! I did make a mistake with the Sunny juice. Which I believed was cordial!
As I found it on the Iceland listing doing a search for orange cordial, which it wasn’t! But muggins here thought it was. And started to put some in my spring water bottles, at least four of them. Well before I realised it should be kept in a fridge. Humph! Put some of Richard’s treats in the fridge to give him in the morning. Got a coffee to give him later in there to help freshen him up on his late call.
I persisted with the Monday blog updating and eventually got it done. I seem to have a new concentration this morning, and I liked it! Posted the blog off to WordPress, made a brew of Glengettie, and pressed on with creating this template
A sudden weariness came over me, and I fell asleep in the computer chair… waking up, I’d guess, about ten minutes later, confused, to say the least. I felt a different person when I woke, heavy eye-lidded, tired and fighting off falling asleep again? I had no choice other than to close down the computer and get my head down. I had such a deep sleep; it was too. I made a rough graph of the sleep line and the many awakenings forced on me.
I can’t recall getting out of the recliner for any of the many rude awakings I suffered at the hands of fickle Sleep refusing, Sweet Morpheus-hating fate… I got a bit carried away there, sorry!
Some of the awakenings failed to awaken me somewhat sufficiently, so I may be wrong in the writing of the wrong names. And reasons for waking, but other than that, it might, may, possibly, perhaps be accurate.
I’ve lost myself now…
When I did get up, I was feeling good again. Got on with the blog, finally starting this one off.
I believe that it was the body telling me I needed to rest. Later on, during Richard’s Evening Health & Safety check, I told Richard about the long nod-off and how I fell asleep so easily after each interruption. My body was willing me to calm down, basically. With so many sleepless nights during the infection, it makes sense. He spent time going through some paperwork that Josie had left on the Carers table. I can’t remember much about them now, but I think Richard wrote on the whiteboard.
This is the notorious 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. Richard had a go at getting it going for me. He’ll try another day again. Hehe! Note the picturesque design of the layout of the two cushions? This was created with all my artisticness, not to look pretty but to help protect from getting crushed. You can just see the testies impression on the cushion. It works, as long as I don’t sneeze or pass the wind.
I took these photos of the evening view. (Sorry, I opened them now, Brrr!)I know they are not good! But I did my best.
I was about to make myself a sandwich and realised I’d not done the Health Checks yet, today. So, I did them! Much betterer!
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – 01:25hrs: Porcelain Throne, a wash, a second Throne visit, got the waste bags sorted out. A couple of wee-wees while I was making a brew of Glengettie. Got the Monday blog tackled and did it all the way through (although I anticipate a number of errors and mistakes). Back to the Porcelain Throne again. They were all of a sloppy Trotsky Terence variety and not a lot of it. As I was getting the Health Checks done and making the graph… and I am sure that this would amaze and stun you… But the internet went down!
Difficult to apprehend, I know. A man earning now, $26.8 million a year, plus bonus and shares, who buys Virgin Media from Mr Branson for so many billion. 24 billion, I think it was And can’t even get a service to Nottingham that is even slightly like a reliable service? You have to admire the number-crunching Smoke and Mirrors money manipulator.
Of course, it’ll be mainly jealousy at how much he is earning. And can’t do the job right… innit? Also, he must be a cunningly lucky man. He’ll know the few bosses of Liberty-Global above him, and no doubt fear of his spilling the beans on them ensures that Fries keeps his job? That and the back-handers they must be giving to the financial regulators. Just thought I’d mention it.
I thought the wee-weeing was bad now, but little did I know what was waiting for me overnight!
I got my head down and tried to relax and recuperate. But five hours later, Mr Fries, Liberty-Global, Virgin Media had not returned Internet was not on again.
Slept and woke for an hour, with no interest, and a totally confused brain caused me much misery. At 08:00hrs, Carer Shekiel came. Nice lad, we had a natter, treats in thanks, and he took the waste bags with him.
Noisy neighbour Herbert kicked off with his concerts of noise. At least they were different this time. The usual tap tappings, intermingled with the odd cappella serenade from his drilling tones.
I reluctantly started to fo the Health Checks again Not so good today, back up in the Hypertension-3 Red Zone. The SIA bringing a rather high figure. A shame about that.
Although I did this okayish, my tiredness and weariness returned. And my concentration was all over the place. I turned off the computer and sat down in the £300, second-hand, c1968, charity shop-bought, eyesorely-horrendously grungy coloured, Harold Haemorrhoid-testing, easily-falloutable from, unfit-for-use, not working, recliner. All a part of the mysterious nature of Woodthorpe Court, with the ghosts, wraiths, spectres, cacodemons, apparitions, and other grotesqueries that haunt the hallways and lobbies, searching for Inchcock; to curse with bad luck, create ambiguities, abstrucities, perplexities, misfortunes and botherations, to scare. worry and confuse me!.
My mind was all over the place. I was hoping that ILC (Independent Living Coordinator), Oberstgrüppenfuhreress, Warden and Primo Ballerina, Warden Deana, Or ILC (Independent Living Coordinator) Generaloberstess, Ice skating champion florist and Warden Julie would find the time to get me some help on the ultra confusing instruction from the Mental Status Hospital. Even the address is confusing me. Hazelwood House, ‘The Coppice’, Highbury Hospital, Bulwell, Nottingham.
I spent the rest of the day in the recliner; in fact, I spent 12 hours in the chair. The wee-wees slowly increased in frequency and got more and more painful, with less flowing each time! As I said, no sleep again whatsoever. I felt cold all night, a feeling that someone kept walking over my grave. I made an ode in the morning for the Wednesday blog about this.
At 01:25hrs, I must have had 80 wee-wees! The total passed, would not have finked a tea mug! I started using the WC after this, hoping that it may encourage the rate of flow. It didn’t
Then I suddenly felt the cold more. I took off the jammies and put the dressing gown in the laundry bag. Then bot a thick bobble hat on my head, got a jumper on my torso, and a jacket on top of them. and a thicker pair of trousers on, and some socks… Boy, was that painful!
The rest, indeed even some of this, indeed repeated, I think, on Wednesday’s blog.
Yet another sleepless night for the old man! Men’s Day UK as well! If any non-man is interested, I’ll be in all day, should you want to pop over. Oh, never mind then! Hehe!
Just after midnight, I was finishing off the Friday blog, and I decided to make a mug of Glengettie tea and dunk some of the Biscoff caramelised biscuits. Take a break, you know? It didn’t quite work out like that. Nothing unusual in that for me… but this time, the mess I made of it is worthy of mentioning. Mayhap they could make a comedy series out of it. Humph! I may as laugh about it now… Although I didn’t at the time, though! Here goes, “Inchie decides to make some tea…” ⓿ Took the cold mug of tea to the kitchen, put the kettle on, washed the mug, warmed it and got the Glengettie tea bag ready to use. All without any hassle… ❶ Kettle boiled, made the mashing, stirred it well left it to brew. As I turned around to check that I’d not left the tap running, my sleeve caught the cup as Pete shook the right arm. ❷ The mug travelled via my dressing gown and jammies and hit the most painful area available, smack onto my Bouncing against the bottom of the cupboard, and broke into several pieces. ❸ The hot water began to seep through my thick jammies, and I had to remove them sharpish! However… ❹ I rushed at it, well, I had to… and lost my balance as I lifted the second leg out of the jammie bottoms… ending up with a thud and on my backside on the wet floor! ❺ I had to crawl on all fours into the computer room to use the recliner to haul myself back up on my feet. During which… ❻ I knocked a bottle of Spring water off of the ottoman. It didn’t break or spray or even leak… but it did land on my other damned !!! ❼ When I got painfully up onto the plates again, my balance was all over the place, but I managed to limp, hobble and carefully get back to the kitchen to clean up the broken crockery and mop the floor. ❽ Trying to clean a floor and manipulate the mop and bucket, as well as using Metal Micky to keep your balance, is no mean feat! And I managed to stub a toe, Twice cleaning up the mess! In fact, a . ❾ I coped somehow, got the bucket & mop back in the wet room, and I made my way to the medications on the Carer’s table. I struggled to get the Germolene onto my toes and took two Codeine 50g tablets to ease the pain. ❿ I decided it was time to sit quietly for a while. I knew that sleep would not be an option. And for a couple of minutes, I sat there with my eyes closed, and the started! ❶❶ Then, just when I was getting over the scares, fears and worries, the kicked in. I just had to get up and check that I’d not left any taps running or puddles of tea to slip over… After checking in the wet room and kitchen, I seemed to be getting unbothered by how things had gone. It was, I imagine, what taking drugs is like, I became light-headed and unnaturally almost carefree? This lasted for about half an hour or so. I was back on the computer, and I was doing so well with the typing. I knew where the icons and hidden assist were without having to check in the book I made of them for CorelDraw… I was starting the graphics to use in the Health Checks. Then it was as if some git turned off the light in my head; everything returned to confusion and memory blanks. I think the outside graphic box specification, which I’d used ten minutes earlier, and found I had no idea how to get at it again?
I must get someone to phone one of the Help Line numbers given to me by the Nuthall Hospital; Just to talk to someone who might know and understand the problems that bring with her. To know that others struggle too… Oh, I don’t know…
I’ll stop now and give the blogging a break. It’s getting more stressful every day, but much worse this morning, of course knocking the mug of Glengettie over, burning your own belly and legs, making and having to sort out a mess, twice stubbing one’s ingrowing toenails after dropping the mug on one of them… and having to face Esther on Monday, having no warm dressing gown to put on now… may have contributed to my current . Did you see that? The Thought Storms are coming from my fingers now as I type!
What was I going to do? Ah, I’ll get the done. A stand-up job, of course. /it’s far too early to use the noisy shower and disturb my neighbours. Ah, well, I’m sick of hearing myself complain Hi-Ho, it’s off to the wet room I go, then… I faffled about getting some clothing to get into after the ablutionalisationings were all done and dusted with. Took me a while to get the socks I required, I knew in the cubby-hole I had a few pairs of the long black bamboo diabetic socks. But the other day, Esther put some socks in there after doing the laundry and mixed up my organised layout, and all the footwear was mixed up.
Of course, I got all the short socks together to move back to the front left and showed her skills, and I dropped all eleven pairs! Having to keep bending started off… it was too late by then, but I went and got a picker upperer to use. Which separated the paired socks, and then I had to sort them back into sets and get them back in the cubby hole. Took the shirt, trousers and the nearly dried but partially damp tea-covered dressing gown to the airer in the hall and got the others into the wet room. It was when I was brushing my teeth that I realised I’d still not got the diabetic bamboo sock from the cubby hole. That was the first of the three bleeding incidents during the ablution session; I rushed to get the teeth finished, and the blood flowed from the last broken tooth. Out of the lovely warm heater-on-full wet room, into the cold rubbish room, and got the bamboo socks. No sleep, nothing much gone right… I was getting het-up again! And it was so cold out there in the other room. Got the saving started; I used the four-bladed razors, thinking it would be quicker.Then, I changed to a two-blader to shave the back of the neck
As I looked in the shaving mirror, there appeared to be a blood flow from somewhere at the back? I got the camera out to try and see what it was by photographing as best I could to look at the viewer. But I could not locate the source of the blood. Cunningly (and stupidly), I dabbed some Brut aftershave on toilet paper as far as I could reach around my neck. That solved the issue! Boy, did I jump! But it did the job and stopped the flow. Then, seconds after checking on the annoyingly bothersome scab from last Wednesday’s burnt finger, got knocked off against the seat raiser corner… I believe I may have used some naughty language at this stage, as the blood ran down my leg and foot onto the wet room floor. Luckily I still had loads of toilet paper to hand from using it on the tiny-teeny-weeny little nick on the back of my neck shaving.
The leg’s DVT spider and saphenous vein look rather artistic this morning. They were bulging or swollen with it today, though so little snippets of good news are welcome here in the Woodthorpe Court mental institute.
After medicating various delicate areas and using the talc’ and the roll-on deodorant, it was time for the big challenge. Getting the knee-high bamboo socks on without using sock glide, Glenda! I feared for my newly opened-up scab on the finger… There is no way I could risk Glenda nipping, trapping or squashing it. I was dubious of my ability to get these extra-long socks on without Glenda, but I was determined to – if I could! It was a mixed-result session. I banged my head and then my arm against the door as I got my bulbous-shaped body into the corner of the room. Not sure how I managed to do it, but I stayed on my feet? Naturally, a . I’d still have to get the PP’s and trousers on; getting them on is not exactly a walk in the park nowadays. Well, the long socks and PPs were on; I then tackled the jumper and trousers. Huh! Easy-peasy!
I’ve not done the Health checks yet. So, I will!
Well, the body temperature result was most pleasing.
The Blood Pressure was surprising to me anyway, up back in the Hypertension – 2 Red areas? What? Why? How?
The Sys was only 138. in the green as well. Ah, the DIA was well up on yesterday’s 82 at 92, wasn’t it? Mmm! Fair enough, then.
The Pulse was high as well.
Ah! You win them all, can you? Well, I can’t, anyway. Hehehe!
I’d better get back on the computer and make a start on finalising the Friday blog. Not too much to do with it, being as I didn’t get to sleep, and I seemed to be in a virtually virulent mood in my work last night. Virulent? I’ll check to see if that’s the right word. Apparently, it was the wrong word. I’d love to remember which word I was thinking of using in the first place. Methinks the concentration is already crumbling. I must try to get caught up with some sleep.
08:30hrs: Burst forth in tune. And Carer Chirpy Charley bounced into the room. In a rush, she was late.
Got the medications sorted out. We had a mini-natter, treats were given in thanks, and off Charley flew. For some reason, possibly induced and prompted by , I thought it was evening, and followed Charley to the door and locked it, as I should at night. Although, the key-safe; is still unopenable to the carers and me? Which could prove fatal if I have another strike and no one can get in to rescue my muscular-ripped, tall, athletic body after a tumble or stroke?
I must mention this to ILC, Tightrope-walker, and Warden this Monday. Oh! Also, I must ask her to read the multi-paged leaflets and instructions from the Coppice Hospital I have to digest. But the important bit is the things I have to take with me, the time etc. Not to mention I have to arrive ‘Not Late – but no earlier than 5-minutes? And to book an Easy-Link lift.
There is a list of about five organisations, that I may use to ask for help over the long waiting period for the hospital appointment. I need help on which one to use cause I feel I do need support over this. The print on the paperwork is just too small for me to read. It’s no wonder that Deana is ducking & diving from me, and I can’t get to talk to her. Hahaha!
I realised I should not have locked the door when Carer Charley left, and I went to put things right.
Found two bags of rubbish that had not been taken to the chute for me. I told you she was in a rush tonight… I mean, this morning.
Well, would you believe it? Liberty-Global’s $23.7 million salaried boss, Mr Fries, has failed to get a connection to Nottingham yet once again! I wonder if he still gets his annual bonuses and expense account? I mean, good luck to him. How many incompetent smoke and mirror men and number-crunchers like him get can earn so much for failing miserably? No wonder he told the UK Virgin people to never mention Liberty-Global to any customers when they ring in to complain… is it? No good; I’m going to try blogging again later, Mr Fries.
I’ll get some nosh and try to get some precious sleep caught up with. Fingers crossed! Oh, food first!
Warmed two part-baked bread rolls in the oven, and I cooked a microwave oven- ready-meal in the microwave. No problems with the timing, and they were both ready at the same time (9-minutes). One of the mini-pots of lemon-flavoured yoghourts. Atr it slowly, enjoying every forkful and spoonful! 9.15/10, Flavour! Of course, I added some vegan BBQ sauce to the vegetables and gravy. Washed the pots, and I got down in the recliner.
Into a deep sleep that was, I believe, unbroken. It felt like I had been resting peacefully for many hours when roused me back into ersatz life. The tune rang out; it was Carer Ty. He was in a rush too. He said he’s had his mobile for three years; and had just dropped it and cracked the perspex, which annoyed the lad so, as is to be expected. I asked him to take the waste bags with him, “No problem!” Thanked him.
I got confused again and thought it was morning, but it was still night! I’m getting fed up with this scenario!
Got the medications and asked him if he could check the taps in the wet room and in the kitchen, along with anything left cooking in the oven. “No problem!” Thanked him. After he departed, I noticed that the bags were still there near the door. No taps were checked.Well, I said he was in a rush. Hehe!
As it was only about 20:00hrs, I took the bags to the waste chute. No finger trapping, toe-stubbing or walking into anything. Although when I bent down to retrieve the dropped Metal Micky, it was : As I was reaching down to grab the stick, a mini came on. It only lasted for literally a few seconds, but it could have been almost fatal had I gone over and hit my head on the heavy iron chute drawer. Still, I didn’t take a tumble as I thought I was going to. That was because of my cunning avoidance tactics! I leant into the nearest part of the wall, and as I did so, the involuntary leg dance stopped dead in its tracks. As I had to get back to the flat yet. Hahaha!
I mused over the two incidents where I became confused as to what time of day it was. This regularly seems to happen to me when I am woken up by either the doors , or when above starts his banging and clanging. My musing moved on to the Hospital appointments and the genuine fear of the Cataract operation, and the first Memory and Mentally-Affected assessments at the Nuthall Hospital will arrive on the same day. what are the odds of that? Not as high as you would think, knowing my luck. I tried to stop the mind-wandering and depressing moments of self-doubt and insecurity.
As I started to get deep into the quagmire of self-pity and self-hating, the started off in both lower legs. That really didn’t help at all. I massaged, and Phorpain gelled the legs, giving it plenty of energy and a good massaging. Of course, it didn’t help! So I took yet another extra Codeine, 30g. Else it may be the third night of no sleep if gets as nasty with me again. !
I started the routine again. 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, itch-producing, none-working recliner.
I bounded out of the recliner, did some skipping, touching-toes, and a few press-ups, and went onto the balcony for the hip hingesandTai-Chee exercises. I yodelled as was worked the weights. I gave out a loud “Whoop!” as I made a perfect double-flip-over loop. I grabbed my Nokia G400, Android 13, 5G, 128GB, 6GB RAM, Glass front (Gorilla Glass 3.45), aluminium framed, Nano-SIM, GPS, GALILEO, microSDXC (dedicated slot), LED flash, HDR, panorama, FM radio, Type-C 2.0, USB. With On-The-Go Features; Sensors Fingerprint (side & rear-mounted), accelerometer, gyro, proximity, compass, and barometer. Li-Po 5000 mAh, non-removable. Charging Fast charging 20W – Power Delivery 3.0, N1530DL £345.25 mobile phone, and rang King Charles to see how he was going on and asked if he needed anyone else topping… Hahaha! 02:30hrs: Then I woke up, belched and got the taste of the cheesy potatoes I had last night come up my throat, and I took a swig of Tonic Water I’d flavoured with Roses lime juice – the two tastes did not go well together. But they blended together enough for me to get out of the £300, used, second-hand shop bought nine years ago, c1966, discomfiting, alarmingly Karki-beige coloured, crumb containing, TV remote hiding, not working recliner, on a mission to get myself a good string mug of tea, Glengettie perhaps, to rid my mouth and tongue of the terrible taste. I caught my balance and was feeling in better shape than of late. Of course, that was corporeal.
Mentally I was a wreck; Thoughts wandered into my mind at will, no chance of me sorting out any that may need attention or were important though… The need for the Porcelain Throne arose. Yesterday morning the evacuation was rock solid torpedo style – knowing my cunning innards have the ability to alternate twixt brick-like torpedoes and slimy-sludge on each visit, I anticipated that Trotsky Terence would be in charge this morning. How wrong I was! I sat there on the Throne and had to force things along painfully. I had the hearing aids in, so heard a rare plop every now and then as another one of the pebble-sized products was pressured-free, and it was like this for ages! What made it more frustrating was that I’d left the crossword book in the three-wheeled walker trolley from yesterday! The cracks in the wet room ceiling seem to have reduced? I could only see 21 today? I’m sure there were 34 yesterday? It must have been a good ten minutes or more before the last of the dark brown hazelnut-shaped turds was pressured into evacuating! What a relief I felt! But not for long; as I got up to clean things, I felt poor warm blood running down my inner thighs. I cleaned things up and gently applied some Germoloid ointment onto the pained area at the rear! Real Relief! Had a stand-up wash. I had a farce with trying to put in the Chloramphenicol antibiotic eye drops. More went down the cheek, in the nose and mouth than ever got close to the eyes! I got dressed and took a Senna tablet, just the one, to try to ease the concrete rear-end passengers’ trip to freedom on the next visit.
This could prove to be a mistake if Trotsky Terence makes a comeback on my next visit to the Porcelain Throne? To the kitchen to make a brew of tea. This time it will be a tasty Thompson’s Punjana The kettle was put on. I took this shot of the car park below from the kitchenette window. It was drizzling with rain at the time, but I’m blown if I can see any in this rather decent picture? To the balcony… Where I spotted the rain-induced mudslide from the nearby Woodthorpe Grange Park, had made another entrance into the end car park. I think there is a drain under the water, but obviously, it isn’t coping very well when we get a rainstorm. The people taking the dogs for a walk and crap go via this route, coming and going… I’ve forgotten why I said this now! Dementia Doreen! I can say this now the Doctor’s confirmed my latest ailment. Hehehe!
Sounded, and in came . I had forgotten to unlock the front door again! apart from giving me a sideways glance and tutting as he came in, he was fine about it. Haha! What a great Carer Ricard is. As we got into the room, he produced a list in an envelope of all my medications and how much and when they are given. Worra, great chap! I thanked him profusely and pulled out the pink gins I got for him yesterday at Lidl’s. That was a marvellous thing to do for me; another worry over the trip to the hospital was now sorted! Merci Mon Ami, Richard! I fear he was over-yawning again. But this didn’t stop us from having a little natter and laugh after he gave me the medications. After he’s left, taking the waste bags with him, I found a bag with some bottled water, a rice meal and chilli in it – it was for Richard! Thanks again, Doreen!
Back to the computer. This time, thanks to Jenny, I was expecting it. Yet an hour or so later, it came back on? And seemed a little quicker. But an hour later, it was back to slow coaching. We’ll see if it goes off again… if they are upgrading, it must surely go off again? Or the upgrading has failed… hard to believe from Liberty Global Virgin Media, Hahaha!
So, I got a meal made up. It looked good, and most of it was fine. Those gorgeous Frikadellens tasted superb! The tomatoes were just grand and sweet flavoured, both yellow and red ones. The Lidl Parmesan potatoes, let it down. They were so tasteless! But looked and smelt good? Taste: 6/10.
Sat down to wait for the Carer to arrive . And that was it until the Evening arrived, and I got a rude awakening stirring me back to life when the chimed from the power box in front of me, forcing a Shake, Rattle & Roll in surprise, and I all but fell out of the recliner! The lad Jozeph looked so weary and tired, he’s even caught the yawning bug from Richard – both hard-working Carers. It looked so odd when yawned with his facemask on. Hehehe! I tried to cheer him up. He got the medications sorted. He even cleaned the Pentax measure-dose pot for me and returned it to the carer’s desk. Had to push him to select a can of pop in thanks. Walked to the door to lock it, and he took the waste bags to the shoot with him.
I thought I’d try the computer again to see if it was reconnected yet, to update this blog. But my body and mind had other ideas for me… I again! And I stayed there for hours. But it was an often broken sleep, interspersed with weird dreams. Short odd senseless ones and I woke up after each one. At least, it felt like I did, to lay there trying to fathom out what it was all about, then drift off and have another dream that was short and unfathomable to me. Repetition is the word needed here.
PART RECOLLECTIONS OF THE FIRST DREAM
I dreamt I was an auctioneer... Folks were bidding to buy gunpowder? But I knew it was only chowder flour? Some as they ran to their helicopter… Said, “Aha, we’ll blow up another tower!” A policeman I.D.’d himself, a CID inspector… He asked them to reconsider… Cause there had no M.O.T. for their copter… This dream couldn’t have been gimpier!
Last night, well, this morning, at about 00:30hrs, I burst awake in needing a wee-wee. Wretchedly, I suffered one of my longest-ever Post-Micturitional (PMD) dribbles; It came and looked like stopping more times than I have fingers on my hands, but it didn’t! When it eventually stopped, I was wide awake. You tend to wake up after ten minutes of cursing and talking to Little Inchie under your breath! I think I passed more urine in the oh, so slow after-dribble than I did in the main event. I took the NWWB (Nocturnal-Wee-Wee-Bucket) and emptied it in the WC, washed the container, disinfected it well and sprayed some Dettol in it – then returned it to its usual standing place, which has no obstructions or anything to fall over getting to it in an emergency or hurry.
Off to the kitchenette, pleased to note that the taps were both off, not left running, no parts of the stove were turned on, the slow cooker was also turned of, and the fridge and freezer doors were shut. . Aha, a decent start to the day, then! I thought I’d celebrate by making a mug of Thompson’s Signature Blend tea for myself. I soon got distracted by the pretty lights on view through the kitchen window, though. I knocked the kitchen roll holder off of the ledge, opening the window to take a look. As I got down to retrieve the loose mass of paper towels and the broken-in-two wooden roll holder, I had a rare (recently, anyway), attack from . He’s not visited me for weeks now… but he’s back! I stuck the spindle into the base of the holder and hoped for the best. Shaun only persisted for a couple of minutes, but had anyone seen him, they would be a bit weary of me; he could shake me a bit viciously at times.
I took four shots of the beautiful night scenery. The second one came out a bit blurry, but I took it again, and it came out just fine. once again!
As if was in need of support in giving me hassle when I was closing the windows, joined in the ‘Give-it-to-Inchie onslaught!’ She stayed for ages! I took a guzzle of the Pentac medicine to calm her down. It didn’t!
I took the tea to the computer and started her up… Of course, it wasn’t a surprise to see the Liberty-Global, Virgin Media, go down before my very eyes. If you are an unlucky customer with them, you tend to expect it to be down than be available. Humph!
With number-cruncher, flimflam, hokum, smoke & mirrors man, Mike Fries in charge, what else can you expect? On his pathetic, paltry $23.6 million pay packet per year. Spit! But this man’s inability to run an internet service that works does not bother me at all, really. It’s just jealousy!
Rang came in and presented me with a whiteboard with a pen and eraser attached. How kind of him! We got the medications sorted out, and Richard checked the medicine drawer. He’s got an extra call today to do yet, so couldn’t stay too long. But we had a natter and laugh, I gave him his bagged-up Monday treats, and off he went, taking the three waste bags with him as he departed. Thanks, Richard!
Into the kitchen, I wobbled.
Got the vinegar and salt mixes made up and re-bottled.
Then it came to me… Things do that occasionally, you know… not very often, I admit! But with making an error on the Cataracts day on Saturday, I’d moved the Asda order to Thursday, so it didn’t clash – which it doesn’t now; I decided to get a Morrison order in with Amazon for later today, so as long as they have them in stock, I can get some bread, washing-up liquid, flowers for the Wardens treats, tonic water, tomatoes and Thompson’s Signature tea bags in. Oh, and some potatoes.
Aha! Liberty-Global Virgin Internet was back working! Not a lot of people can say that! Hehehe! Finally, I got on with updating the Sunday blog. Posted it off and did some Pinteresting of the photos. Then started this template creationing. Into the afternoon now, and I’m miles behind. No one from Meridian Health & Care has gotten in touch with me as I asked them to. Still, they may come later. I gave Deana a ring and got her this time. She will kindly call later. I’ve got to ring her when and if the flowers arrive, and she’ll take a look at the Cataract’s letter for me. She will ring Easy-Link to see if they will make a card account for me. Nice!
Photograph loading and I found this picture on the SD card. Apparently, another Shaking Shaun or Peripheral Pete prompted an accidental shot to be taken. I know where I took it, but why is a mystery. Methinks another accidental one?
I went into the kitchen, and because I could not remember why I had made the trip into the kitchenette, I took this photo of the now brighter day from the window.
The intercom buzzed before I could remember why I was standing there, and it was the Amazon delivery of Morrison’s food arriving.
A nice young man who was patient with me. He made two trips up the lift for me so as not to squash the food. I think the Asda deliverymen feel obligated to split-open packets, and dented cans and ensure that the bleach is leaking!
There were just two items unavailable They only had one pack of curried chips, and I’d forgotten what the other thing was, but I know that I wasn’t bothered about it. Very pleased that they had the baking potatoes in stock. They looked okay, not battered and bruised. I could have said Not like Asda. Hehe!
The tomatoes were from the Netherlands. Not like the near-poisonous Spanish Asda ones. ILC (Independent Living Coordinator), Oberstgrüppenfuhreress, Warden and Primo Ballerina, Warden Deana, arrived to help me with the mammoth, many double-sided sheets of Cataract details and instructions.
The gal was getting phone calls all the time. But she coped magnificently well with it all. And still sorted me out with the things that I needed to take with me. Told me to ask Meridian’s bossess, Tina, if she could supply a list of medications I’m currently taking. I’ve to take it with me to the QMC. It seems that this visit is for two more assessments and not for the operation. That’s five assessments I’ve already had, and it will be six on the 9th of November… No seven!
She really is a treasure, our Deana. I don’t know how she copes with all the problems from the clients, lifts breaking down, taps and leaks, yobboes breaking into the place, repairs etc. And now she has another Vascular Dementia sufferer that needs more help than ever. ♥
❶ Deana made a list of things I need to take with me to the hospital. ❷ She rang the QMC, and Deana arranged an NHS lift for the 9th of November. ❸ Arranged an Easy-Link lift for 10:00hrs in the morning, 1st of November, at 10:00hrs ❹ She’s awaiting an answer from Easy-Link to see if I can open an account with them. All without breaking into a sweat – Worra Gal! ♥
Gave her the Warden’s flowers; I get some whenever I can early each week as a special thank you. Then five minutes after she had left, my Nokia 9 Pureview Mobile, with its Android (Pie) updateability, Corning Gorilla Glass 5, Octa-Core Gold CPU, 4K@30fps, 1080p@30fps, HDR video, USB Type-C 3.1, %x12 MP. 28mm Camera, Bluetooth, A-GPS, Fingerprint (under display, optical), accelerometer, gyro, proximity, compass, barometer, Li-Po 3320 mAh, non-removable, fast charging 18W, Quick Charge 3.0, USB Power Delivery. Fast wireless charging 10W – with Qi Battery… rang. here?
❺ It was Deana, to tell me that Easy-Lift had given me an account. FANTASTIC! No more searching around and struggling to find the cash to pay them! ❻ Deana has saved the day for me again! I am currently now feeling more content than I have been for months! (The last time that Deana rescued a bad situation for me!) ♥.
In celebration, I put the oven on to make some chips and sausages to have with some of the Sourdough bread and BBQ sauce later on! I’ll watch Heartbeat and eat them… Oh, the chips were the other thing not available at Morrisons. They sent battered onion rings. They’ll do me. Anne Gyna seems to be settling; I took an extra Omeprazole while Deana was here.
Back in the morning or later tonight, we’ll see to update things. It’s morning. Update:
A right mixed bag of a meal tonight. Bad, worse and horrible contents of the plate! The beer-battered onions substitute sent for curried chips were Horrid! Greasy as heck, with rock-hard batter and runny onions inside. I did eat a few of them, proving my sadistic side! Haha! Is that the right word? Imitation sausage burgers, tasteless, dry and pointless! The tomatoes were nice, though. The sourdough bread was tasty enough, dipped in the unpleasantly, too strongly flavoured HP BBQ sauce. The lemon yoghourt was weak and watery. So, thank heavens for the tomatoes and bread. Overall Flavour-Rating: A too generous 4/10. Been belching all night after this meal!
Came in, stirring me back into a life of sorts. When I mentioned that Meridian bossess Tina had not called, Sam said, Yes, she’s been busy. She’ll call tomorrow if she gets time. I explained that I had to go to Doctor for the Frailty Test Review results on Tuesday. Sam said she could come in the afternoon, maybe? I said I had no idea how long the appointment would take, and it might involve another department being sent to. Sam said she’d ask Tina to call on Wednesday. It’s all complicated getting senile and old. Don’t let anyone tell you differently! Sam got the medications sorted, and we chatted. The canned treats for nurses and Carers are getting so low in choice now. I’ll see if I can get some G&T cans in tomorrow while out and about. Carer Sam departed; I forget what we were talking about as she took the waste bag, but have an uneasy feeling it might have been something I ought to have written down on the Carer Richard-donated whiteboard? Humph!
Once again was in a stubborn mood. Each time I dropped off, I’d shoot awake after a few minutes, with my mouth full of the adipose flavour of the battered onion rings. I assumed I’d continued burping and belching in my sleep. The last time I remember shooting awake, I had to use the NWWB (Nocturnal-Wee-Wee-Bucket); it was 03:30hrs. The next waking and the rising were at 0535hrs, so I did get some sleep in. !
Mayhap this was my best day in ages, with help and verbiage… Even with the Liberty-Global Virgin Media stoppage! And Doreen Dementia’s thoughts pilferage! Taking an extra Omeprazole dosage, Contentment was on turbocharge! Today held far less umbrage, I even had some persiflage! Oh, and a lousy sausage! Hahaha!
