05:20hrs: I awoke, battled my way out of the £300, bought eight years ago from the second-hand shop, Harold Haemorrhoid testing, repugnantly beige-coloured, crumb containing, virus-breeding, acne-giving, rickety, none-working recliner, and detached the from and was up on my feet, and doing the balance exercises, within a few minutes. . The wee-wee in the punch was less than expected, and of a darker shade. However, in the past, I have had it a lot darker on some mornings. So, not too bad. The right leg bandaging still looked the same colour as the left leg’s skin. Note the long green throw I’d wrapped around my belly and put on under the dressing gown? That’s due to it being so flipping cold without the ankle and leg straps on. The nurse, Sarah, I hope, is coming on Tuesday, to see how the pins are going, so might have to start using the cumbersome, but warm again. Not that I’ll remember with all the medical appointments coming up. Hopefully, my red eye appointment with the doctor, can be cancelled somehow for Monday morning, as long as it continues to improve? It does look a little better this morning more of the white bit is showing. So, fingers crossed it continues to heal itself. Another messy evacuation was tackled. The passing, I would think, took about five seconds, Eugrh! Hehe! The cleaning up, took me about fifteen minutes or so. And all the bending down started to activate, but he didn’t have me over. Another Tidied up a little in the front room. Not much. Don’t want to overdo things, you know. Hehehe! Found the spillage from last night’s exploding bottle of Schweppes tonic water, had stained the carpet something awful! What’s it doing to my stomach lining? You never know; it may even help me with & ‘s hassle? Off to the kitchen. To get some potatoes in the crock-pot to have later on. I made a mess of taking a photo of last night’s nosh; it didn’t make it to the SD card for some reason. But I did take a photo of one mini-potatoes that I didn’t have the heart to eat. A tiny little thing.
I got the computer on, and guess what? No signal was available. After ten minutes or so, one came on. An hour later, the 6th failure showed up. This time it needed the full treatment to get it back on. Lost the work I’d done by turning everything off. Reset the whatsit box… router, left it a minute, then pressed the rest button and waited in hope. 20 minutes later, it came back on. I cracked on with the Saturday blog updating. Got it done and was about to email the links and it went again. I lost all I’d done on the Email, of course. But, it did come back on of its own accord about an hour later, while I was doing a graphic on CorelDraw for Sunday’s blog. I hastily for the Email done again and posted it.
Just in time for the dubious financial Oligarchs of again!
arrived. He got the various medicationings sorted out and offered a bit of advice on the computer problems that I was having recently with the maddening problems of Firefox crashing, Norton changing things without telling me, and CorelDraw freezing on me regularly. ‘Always back up your work’. Finally, after Victor had departed, I got and drank a mug of Glengettie. Hurray! No biscuits were eaten with it, which I felt a little proud about! After this failure from the famously inept , and another full reset to get it back, the thing went so slowly; it was hard work. I went back onto CorelDraw, praying that it would not freeze on me again. IT DID! HAD TO TURN EVERYTHING OFF.
Turned itself off. Now when I try to open it, it comes up in a version from 5 years ago. Will not save anything! I could cry. The Internet is down again; just come back on; this may be the last from me… if I can get to post it that is. All that work I did lost too!
No new graphics, no new photos, no imported things, written word only in future.
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04:20hrs: I woke with both and both stinging away at me… but not for long, oh, no. As I lowered the left leg carefully, It was undoubtedly failing that caused the heavily bandaged leg to clunk onto the floor. , followed by a few quietly emitted oaths and curses, as I hit my against the leg stanchion on the chair. I pondered… “Surely this can’t be happening”. But it was! I got the Germolene from the ottoman, rubbed some in the left knee, and rubbed it in well for a while. The knee was a little larger than when I got my head down last night after doing the same thing, rubbing in the ointment. Took off the , and grabbed , to take this photo of the colouring. Which was not too bad at all. I gently raised my elephantine body up on its dodgy knees, leg ulcers, with and in both, to catch my balance… I don’t know why I’m not in hospital. Hahaha! Grabbed the wooden walking stick, and hobbled into the kitchen to get the kettle on. Where I took these three-morning view photographs – Gawd! They came out worse than yesterday’s were? What’s the opposite of smug-mode-engaged? I’ve just looked up an antonym… and made a tab to use; !
Yet another photo that I either can’t remember taking or, took without realising that I’d taken it. Not good, is it?
Eventually, I got the first of the two permitted brews of tea made. Thompson’s Punjana this time.
Sorted out the waste bags, and got them into one large one. Took it to the front door to be collected by the Carer at a later time.
Then got the daily doses, dosed, and the ointments, cream applications, and medications tackled. Ear drops, eye drops, and eye-cleaning sorted. Washed the Jenny-Donated mugs ready for the second brew, possibly Glengettie in the afternoon/evening. Off to the wet room for the first duties. Far less rumbling within the innards this time pre-session. Things seemed to be nearer normal this time… Not that I ever have a regular evacuation. Hehe! The lovely Carer arrived and I asked her to check the date written on the day pouch. I asked her if she could change the bag, but could not help her on how to do it. She rang someone, Meridian, I think, I could not hear what she was saying.
The man told her the bag was to be changed every month. This left me feeling confused. I felt sure that Kara checked every week to check and see if the day-pouch had been changed? convinced me that I’d got it wrong again. I apologised to for getting things mixed up. A lovely gal. I think I’m losing it worse than usual? I’d have put money on it that I was right, and it should be weekly, and the dried blood from backed me up. “Thunder-Cocker-Upper Inchy” Strikes Again” Hehe!
Galore on the blogging, so I gave it up and did some sorting in the spare room. No lifting or bending, though, as per the instructions and recommendations from Sarah of the Falls & Rehabilitations Team. More bags to go. Back to the mistake ridden-ever correcting the blogging.
The next caller was . Another nice gal. We managed a little natter, leg-pulling and laugh. During which I explained my earlier over my thinking that the was changed every week… And she said I was right! It’s the entire , tube and all, that should come out monthly; the day bag was to be changed weekly. We decided that the communication with whoever it was who was rang on the phone was muddled, and the advisor, whoever that was, thought she meant the whole shebang being changed. You know, the inserted tube being removed, Argh! I left off overnight to see if I could manually pee again. Over the last 12 months or so, this has never been the case. Then, a month trial on Finasteride tablets to try and reduce the size of the prostate as a last gasp-chance, and if this does not work, a permanent catheter will have to be fitted. The month trial turned into a 6-month trial; no passing, but still on the Finasteride even now! No signs of any permanent catheter being fitted either. This seemed a logical conclusion to me, and Joanne. We both wondered if they were waiting for me to snuff it. Save them the expensive operation? Won’t keep them long. Hahaha!
I selected the lesser bruised potatoes and put them in the oven tray for baking later. It turned out to be ten hours later as it happened. Tsk! A snack, a treat, was the next thing I made. Two mini butter croissants, with some naughty lemon curd in a side dish for dipping them into, and the final mug of Glengettie for the day.
As I took this snap of the beautiful sky… I thought of Mother Nature, and far beyond the sky… Are there really aliens out there monitoring the earth and its tellurians, especially humans? We seem to assume that they will all talk in English? Learning it while spying on our planet. Will their language, to us, sound all gibberish?
Our greed, lust, and criminality make the sick?
Our inventions, Money, H-Bombs, & arsenic? Will they understand anything oligarchic?.
Spite, hatred, and Jealousy are pathetic! Are we destroying our own earth, killing each other? Home to some is a Fatherland or Mother? Our lack of morals, bigotry, greed & multi-faiths?
Slaughtering the innocents, children & waifs? The unknown below our ocean waves?. Going to the moon, some say we didn’t, some did? Our war criminals who fled and hid? We free murderers to kill again, wrong, surely? Families die of starvation daily? Proletariats, scroungers, people controllers? Some still believe in help from prayer? Does anyone on earth care?
They all want more than their share!
Although, to be absolutely fair…
The aliens detected mostly despair,
And said, “Oogle bzz rticklum zare”
Translated: “Sod it, we’re not landing there!”
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What a fantastic, beautiful display of clouds in the sky this afternoon. My love of pareidoliaising was inspired! I saw a frog, nose, fingers, and many creatures with open mouths, and beaks. Took me a while to pull myself away from searching and finding so many things within this view from above. It’s one of the best, most pareidoliaiable I’ve ever taken… speaking as a committed, dedicated Pareidolianist. I just can’t help myself, Hehehe!
The blogging was not very productive now. Feeling tired and weary. Thus, even more cock-ups and mistakes were being made as I pressed on regardless. I cheated on my two mugs of tea a day… and made a third one. Naughty? Yes! In mitigation, it was not intentional then, as fooled me. But by the time I’d sat at the computer to drink it… the Memory returned and guilt flowed. I thought, well, I’m not throwing it away now, and drank it gladly! I didn’t realise how long it took to make so many errors on the blog!
Checked the spud in the oven. Soon be ready to get them made into cheesy potatoes.
Nightie-Night Sunshine! See you tomorrow. Well, let’s hope we do anyway, my friend. Evening Carer Victor called. Took his Blood Pressure, pulse and temperature. All was fine! ♫ Jealousy, t’was all over my Jealousy ♫. Hahaha!
Made a start emptying the potato husks into the mixing bowl, with some delightful Leicester Cheese to taste. I got them mashed as well as I could without any major droppages or spillages. Flesh back in the halved husks, with sea salt and not butter, butter. Forked the tops to aid with crisping while cooking. And into the oven on 220° heat, and back to close the computer down. Then, I got the dirty pots I’d made washed with my not-so-secret method: I’d put the dishes in the bowl, baking powder and washing up liquid added, and as the hot water filled the bowl, most of the bits of burnt cheese floated up and out of the bowl into the sink! A tip here: if you try this, make sure you run plenty of cold water around any metal bits in the sink cause it stains it rotten! As I discovered the first time I tried it, I didn’t rinse the baking powder properly. Now, with all my ailments, I also have a horrendously well-staind metal sink! That is impossible to clean off! Here it is! Two potato rissoles, and the ultra-tasty, & flavourful, took three hours to cook and came out alright for once, famous throughout the land.. the World, and the Universe are my own secret recipe for Leicester cheesy baked potatoes! Well, my neighbour Josie likes them.
Woke a little light-headed and pondered the time (04:05hrs)…! Then I felt the wet, warm blood trickling down through the Protection Pants; they had never let me down before. Assuming that the tube on the catheter bag must be leaking, I rose from the c1966, £300 Oxfam charity shop bought, second-hand, wincingly grotty, beige coloured, crumb-covered from my nocturnal nibblings, itch-making, uncomfortable, positively unhealthy & dangerous, no longer operational, virus-breeding, easy-to-fall-out-of, Catheter-tube-trapping, recliner, and placed my hand on the wet area… only to find out it was blood! I went to the wet room and adopted my Sherlock Holmesian mode to discover the problem was down there… I soon found the blood flowing close to the tube’s entry point. The PPs were removed, and new Depends were readied to use. I then tried to stop the flow of blood. The Fungal lesion on the little chap appeared to have increased to four now! Argh! No doubt due to the presence of the deadly catheter that has been inserted for over a year now! I did take a photograph of the area… well, the blood on the pants, but decided not to show it, as it looked pretty gruesome. But at least I can show it to the nurses who are due today. But not on the web. Cleaned myself up and daubed masses of the Sudocrem cream on the lower regions of little . A mite too much, mayhap… I almost slid right off it when I had to get seated on the Throne. Hahaha! That was another Trotsky Terence-controlled evacuation – what a smelly mess! Off to the kitchen to make a brew of tea. I was having more trouble this morning from my leg. I took a fetching photo of the car park below the kitchen window. Eerie or not? What do you think?
Added another bag of sorted rubbish to the one not taken last night.
Oh, heck, back to the yet again. It’s been a hectic day up to now. I anticipate it will get worse… my EQ has just given me the nod to expect ructions, unexpected disappointment, or of that nature? He’s never been wrong in his tips, yet. I’m afraid. The evacuation was another Trotsky in-charge affair, but the content came out differently this time. It’s a sort of sludgy with flaky bits around the edges; I’ve had this type once before, a few months ago. I think! I went off to the kitchenette again, only to find I’d left the damned kitchen hot water tap (faucet) running yet again! I keep blaming all these faux pas on , as I used to do with the now apparently absconded … there is something within that is crushing, obliterating my plans, thoughts and abilities to pieces lately. In particular, she loves toying with my short-term memory. I’ve thought about it a lot recently. It erks me!
Later today, I realised that the most cock-ups come when I’m trying to concentrate on something, and a simple thing like a phone call coming in a Carer or Nurse coming in will leave me open to forgetfulness. Even with talking, if someone changes the topic, alters a question… I’m lost! Not only to the new subject but what I was doing before the chinwag started. I’m amazed that I can still do the odes? But everything is error-ridden and takes far too long to get written as I originally meant it to… I often lose the plot in mid-typing!
The blood papules on the left leg had increased a bit. I’ll mention it to the nurse when she arrives later on. He says with an air of fallacious, blind confidence. An odd hue in the flat this morning. Some of my photos seem tinted with a bizarre shade, looking almost as if they are old? But not to fret. Too much! I took another shot straight away. And that came out a different shade altogether? All a part of the mysteries of Woodthorpe Court, with the ghosts, wraiths, spectres, cacodaemons, apparitions, and other grotesqueries that haunt the hallways and lobbies, searching for Inchy to curse with lousy luck, create ambiguities, abstrucities, perplexities, misfortunes and botherations, to scare. Worry and confuse me! Hehe!
Aha, the Iceland order has arrived. So, I left the computer so I could forget where I was up to and what my next move would be. I admitted the driver via the intercom box and opened the door for his arrival. The kind young man carried the box and bags to the kitchenette for me. I had to almost insist he took a can of his choice from the visitor’s drinkies and nibbles shelves. I thanked him much for his help and set about checking the items sent and dates that I could read, anyway. Here on the left is the first bag emptied out. Then, the tasty bagful was sorted. The new cookies from McVities were tried later, and I had high hopes of them being tasty… They were not! The LU bikkies and soft bakes are delicious! The lemon puffs are for Jenny’s other half, Frank. Nice chap, and lovely Lady, they are. He does love them Lemon bikkies so. I hope the nurses finish the leg so I can deliver them later to the lad. But my hopes are low after EQ’s earlier warning. The last carrier had cleaning things in it. Putting these away in the drawer, I proceeded to give myself a tear-prompting against the server-trolley wheel. Naturally, me being a brave, almost heroic, man of courage, grit and gamely pain-tolerant, there was no groaning, moaning or Arghs! The intercom lit up, and I went to investigate. It was two of the District Nurses, who were soon up and in the flat, checking the legs first. They took photographs of the new blood leaks to show the Doctor when they returned to base at the Community Centre. Then, one of the Angels got her computer out and started asking many questions about my medical history, who and where each one was diagnosed when the various ailments first, what treatment I had, and when started. Well, that did not go too well! Instead, I feared she’d ask me for my date of birth because, cause for the love of me, I couldn’t recall it… It came back to me later; she didn’t ask for it. One nurse was training the other. And the young nurse (they were both socially minded and laughed at my ailments, all having been given names) They explained what they were about to do. Take off the old bandage & patch. It was a shock to me when it hurt so much, especially in my right leg, which seems semi-immune to pain at times when the are off-line to the brain. Unfortunately, they were getting through at the time the patch was taken off. Hahaha! The nurse said, “This is my first time putting a diabetic wrap on a leg!” They then had a look at the catheter scabs. Naturally, I forgot all about mentioning . ! As they departed, I insisted they take their choice of drinkies and or nibbles, and I thanked them. One said they would be back on Friday to check out the state of . But this has been said so often, and no one turns up, that a pinch of salt was tasted. Har-har! They did warn me that it would be more painful than the last dressing, as the diabetic wrap is tighter, to keep the fluid higher up in the leg to give poor a chance for the wound to heal. Also, if my toes go blue, I’ve to call them ASAP and for me to take off the dressing straight away. Bless em!
My precious nurse Hristina phoned to let me know she would call in the morning, between 9> and 10:00hrs, to take blood for the anticoagulation DVT department ♥
Unbe-rotten-believable! Not the right, known as , is the one that can give me problems, but the left one (she’ll need naming now); Gave way, and down I went in the kitchen onto my left knee – which, as you know, is the one currently having attached to it! The pain from the fall was of little bother; I was more concerned that the bag may have burst. I checked and thought; well, that was a bit of luck! I thought it an opportune time to make the second brew of Glengettie tea of the day in celebration… Cleaning up milk from the dropped milk carton took me ages and a lot of pain. However, I did so and finally got on with this blog. Talking of lasting, I didn’t get to kip until well-gone 02:00hrs; I just had to get some blogging done after the kerfuffle with the medical things and cleaning up the floor in the kitchen, then the bits of fluff and bandage on the carpet near the £300, second-hand, most uncomfortable, decrepit, Haemorrhoid Harold-testing, micro-organism-microbe-bugged, easily-fallout able-from, unfit-for-use, not working, recliner, that I sat in, for the treatment from the nurses.
I’m addicted, you know!
So I Did! I was so hungry. Sitting there in the £300, second-hand, musty, Haemorrhoid Harold Testing, cringingly beige, crumb-covered, not-working, rickety recliner, I slowly peeled back the outer skin, and my mouth was watering at the thought of munching into it… As the top part of the flesh broke off and slid down my overly proportioned belly, via Little Inchy and over the , and as I tried to catch it and missed, I trod on it as I lost my balance, and I squelched over the carpet…
The darkness began to fall. And I had a spell at the kitchen window. With… Just caught the end of the sun setting. Zoomed in a little… Moments later, she’s gone! Nightie, night!
Then, I industriously set about preparing the simple evening meal. Just potatoes baked, emptied out, causing a few burns on the fingers. Then, even more, I scooped out the flesh and mashed it with No-Butter, butter, Leicester cheese and sea salt in the mixing bowl. Ran a fork over the top of each skin to create ridges so as to crisp up the finished product, and back into the oven, arrived as I was putting the nosh back in the range to crisp up. Medications were given. We managed a little nattering session and laugh.
After the lad had left, I checked on the cheesy spud’s progress, cooking-wise. They needed a little longer. So, I put the TV on to see if anything worthwhile was showing. Not half! Two episodes of ‘Cracker’ with Robbie Coltrane started at ten o’clock (22:00hrs). I knew, of course, it would be the same as last week, and I’d fall asleep when the adverts came on and most likely wake up wide awake as the credits were rolling at the end of the programmes.
I was right!
The last three nights’ differences were phenomenal, unique, and welcome. I slept for over seven hours! Great!.
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – Carer Marie was with me when the nurse arrived to check with the scanner on my bladder. The nurse read the wee-weeing facts log… She was not impressed So, although the pain of having the whole contraption and shebang replaced, was (as I expected) bloody painful… I knew that the worse agony of passing water, would not have to be suffered, at least for a while again. But was disappointed in the failure of the Finasteride and catheter to solve anything after over a year of Little Inchie going through a beating & bleeding, the valve leaks soaking the slippers, the burst pouches, and the miserable struggle to get my protection pants and trousers on without pain & problems would continue unabated. I forgot to ask if I should continue with the four-week course of Finasteride, which turned out, to date, to be a six-month one. I must find out. Loads of bits came out when I first started peeing again. I assume they were bits of the prostate that the Finasteride had mashed? I had about 20 hours of peeing, and each of the 188 attempts, was more painful than a few years ago when I was told I had Interstitial Cystitis. I thought that was bad, not this was more agonising! It wore me out, that and the lack of sleep. A permanent Catheter seemed like the next option. But, no! The nurse said they’d probably try the whole shebang again! Feeling sorry for missen here, Sorry!. – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
Early morning view, 03:10hrs.
Sorted out the water bins and bags. A lot of stuff from the Catheter Contraption replacement.
Ablutions and Porcelain Throne activities.
During the course of the day, I had to change PPs eight times. Little Inchie had taken a battering and leaking, (when the catheter was out), causing this most times. Also, problems getting them on, cost me two pairs as they tore on the picker-upperer; my balance was not good. Still no word from anyone who can help me with ordering some Samaritan Olive Oil and slippers from Amazon. I can’t order them, cause the last three orders I have had from them were all left on the ground floor lobby. Fetching them up did me no good at all. I’d like to pay anyone who can order them to their home for me, and let me have them. Struggling here!
Carer Marie was with me when the District Nurse arrived for the bladder scanning. It showed a lot of urine still inside. So, after taking out the , I weed painfully to my heart’s content, and then the nurse did another scan. It showed even more content within! That was that then – A new Catheter set-up was fitted into poor sore Little Inchie! On the left leg this time. That’ll be fun at night, me going to the wrong leg to empty things. Hahaha!
I did a bit of tidying up, in the front room, but not much! Went into the kitchen to do some… but no. Carer Kara arrived and kicked off, and it was like pressing a switch; I was suddenly drained and feeling so wearily tired. I decided to get an early meal, and just sit down, in hopes of getting some crucially needed sleep. Potatoes, peas, onions, beetroot & no-fish-fish sticks. I think I enjoyed it. Possibly an 8/10 rating.
Sweet Morpheus soon arrived, within a minute of my putting the tray on the carers table… Zzz! Great!
Two hours later, I was woken up by arriving. Not that I can recall much about the visit; I was still half-asleep. I do remember his taking the tray into the kitchen for me, bless him. Evening medications, eye drops I can’t recall, but they would have been done by Benjamin. Within seconds of his departure, I’d drifted off into slumber again!
A couple of more hours, and came for his last visit of the day. I was awake this time. And feeling a little perkier and more aware. I took his BP, fine again.
I asked Ben to run some Phorpain gel into my back for me.
Here are the updated Carer BP checks list;
Cleared the things left by the nurse, and bagged them up.
Got back on the computer, then went to get some more Soda Water to drink. Taking these night shots. To the right… Ahead… To the left, a bit darker there. The down at the end car park. The mudslide was drying out quickly.
Got started work on this blog for a few hours. It was constantly mistake-ridden work. For some reason, I still felt so tired and was stinging awful
Do you know, I’ve only had one mug of tea for over a week now? I can’t understand why?
Ah, well, I’ll try to get my head down again then…
What a Start This Morning! The Go-Wrongables went wrong again!
It all started the moment I woke up, with agony from the gonads area. Due to the movement of the long night pouch tube that was attached to much unwanted, I must have chaffed away at the gonads as ‘things’ moved for the first time in months! I’ll not go into too much detail, but the dreaming involved things of an amorous nature, with a bit of physical passion thrown in!As I began to launch myself from the depths of 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, I believed a glance at the wall clock, that fell off of the wall and now resides next to the squeaky Margaret Thatcher toy, on top of the electric fire, that I can’t afford to use with the cost of electricity; and panicked a little when I saw (Wrongly as it happens) that the clock showed it to be about ten past seven. And the food delivery is coming twixt 07:00 > and 08:00! In my haste to get up, the tube caught on the new air cushion that was delivered for me yesterday. No messing about with jokes at this stage… It was horrendously painful, and I felt sure the blood flowed much more than usual this morning! I fumblingly got the night pouch off ASAP and grabbed for my , and off to the wet room to check on the state of my inguen department in the lower regions. – en route against the door frame. But did not stop, went in and peeled off the bloodied protection pants, and went into an investigative mode to assess the damage. Not much Germolene left; I used most of it on Little Inchies. Then realised I had even less left of the Germoloid ointment! But remembered my taking brave choice, to order a tube of each on today’s Morrison order, and dang, the cost! Taking the wristwatch off, I spotted the real-time! 03:30hrs. All that rushing and pain for nothing. Got the computer on to update yesterday’s blog. The time flew, but I took a break for a brew of Glengettie and the two last biscuits from the jar. No, I didn’t cry! But it was a close call. Hehe! I’d ordered some on the Morrison order, which cheered me up.
Little did I know what wasn’t being delivered and substituted, or I may have cried then! MORRISON MUCK-UP!
The driver was kind enough to put the products into carriers I had saved and took them into the hallway for me. Kind of him; many tip the food out of their trays onto the kitchen floor or in the doorway. Thanks, mate, I appreciated that. I set about emptying the carriers and photographing the various foods, thinking of little witty things to say on the blog. I must have taken about eight decent photographs, starting with the line of carriers in the hallway. Freezer, fridge, and cupboard goods.
Then, as I was putting the things away… I realised how many had been substituted or were not available. Tsk!
No Germolene or Germoloid! ‘Sudcrem’ had been substituted. The two vegetable risotto meals had been swapped for, of all things, Vegetable Lasagne, Horrible stuff! But I didn’t notice it soon enough to send it back. Or I would have. Urrgh! Kara is a vegan; I’ll see if she will have them on her next call. The two Morrisons Acute Diarrhoea Relief Caps (Cost £1.20 each) were substituted with one Morrisons Diarrhoea Relief Instant Tablets. £6! Then, Pukka Cheese Leek & Potato Slices, £1.20, were replaced with Ginsters Cheddar & Onion Slices @ £1.48! Suddenly I remembered why I’d stopped using Morrisons delivery service – too late now. Gits! Can all these things keep happening to me every day? Well, yes!
When Carer Kara arrived, the bleeding from the private quarters had stopped, but not the pains. Tsk! Still no Ramipril Tablets, hence the high Blood Pressure readings for today. Kara checked the day pouch, due to be replaced on Wednesday. She kindly said she’d ring the Doctors or chemist about the tablet situation for me. Fingers crossed! It seems that all medications are in short supply at the moment.
I got around to putting the pictures taken onto the computer, my lovingly, carefully, time-consumingly taken shots throughout the late morning. But not one was on the SD card!
The SD card I’d left in the computer reader slot – AGAIN! , I swore, cursed and lambasted myself as I ground my teeth and wanted to hit myself in the face! What else is going to go wrong? Don’t answer that, please!
Carer Kara arrived. I forced her to take the unwanted Vegetable Lasagne ready meals. It’s that white sauce on the that I don’t like. And I adore the Vegetable Risotto, but the last two times, they have substituted lasagne. Grrr!
Well, there’s no time to make a meal now. I’ve got to get the ablutions tended to… I’ve not started the photos yet; I better get them done first. Then, as instructed, I had to use the chair in the shower, fair enough.
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – Please let my luck get betterer? – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – The night bag colour is looking good. Plenty of it for once, 500 ml!
A rainy morning close to the glass shot. A wider view… But neither was very good. Tsk!
Rubbish bags sorted out.
Popped into the spare room; I did a bit of sorting, but not much. More waste bags to go.
Titivated the nurses, carers, and helpers nibbles.
. Computer issues bamboozled me.
Water Chestnuts Pickled! After getting them into the jar, Kara told me they needed 4 days in the fridge. As instructed, I shook the seasoning in the tub. Sorry, I did now. The lid wasn’t waterproof; vinegar went all over me and the floor to clean up. Fancy that!
The Morrison Farce Arrived. All those lost photos, I took a few more, too late, of course. Fridge close up. Leicester cheese to go in the potatoes later… well, that’s the plan, anyway. Fridge full view. Terribly bad freezer shot… But the bananas came out alright. I’ve eaten two during the day.
Balcony photo of the end car park.
Low puffer clouds, Bootiful!. A Higher in the Sky view.
What were these two supposed to beat me? Although this one could be my finger? Better get on with the ablutions… Oh no… It’s too late… no, I’ll get them done. Back later. He says, full of hope!
I’m back, but much later than planned. Tuesday morning. I’d . Woke and went to check on the cooking and spotted the part moon high in the sky. I took these poor efforts for photographicalisations Got the wobbles, methinks?
Turned on the TV & . The clouds had taken over the view. I took these from the kitchenette window. I forgot to check on the cooking. Tsk!
Gorgeous! What a remarkable change to the scene! Bootiful!
Got the meal served up. Instant mash with Leicester cheese and sea salt added! Vegan sausages, chestnuts, red & yellow tomatoes, salted, and mushrooms were over-seasoned and overcooked! And a banana. Shame! Carer Benjamin arrived as I was serving up the meal. He kindly put it into the microwave to keep it warm for me. But I ate most of it; I just had to leave some of the mushrooms. Flavour-Rating: 8.1/10! Got the pots washed and…
Slept for a couple of hours before the usual jumping awake with a jolt. Which, unfortunately, tugged at the tube from deep within Little Inchie, causing to bleed a bit. (It also made me wince and curse a little, but no matter.) Off to the wet room, carrying & the , to clean and medicate things in the lower regions.Washed and got new PPs on. I forgot about the instructions to sit down to get dressed. I used Protection Pants for the first time to see how with them. They are much thinner than the others, and the actual pads seem smaller in ratio. But we were comfortable enough after the gruelling battle to get them on! Hehehe!
All medicated and cleaned up, I hobbled into the kitchenette to ensure no taps (faucets) or stove had been left on, and the fridge & freezer doors were shut! Which was when I spotted the orange moon high in the dark sky. I decided to take a photograph of it… But it came out like this below… Artistic, methinks, even if it was not planned. How the heck I managed to get three copies of The Moon in there is beyond me. I bet WordPress photographer, singer, songwriter, animal lover, novelist and jolly-good-fellow Tim Price in New Mexico would know!
What an atrocious, awful, deplorable, lousy, reprehensible rotten day of computer cock-ups on my behalf! You wouldn’t believe that after ten hours of work done on the blog and Corel-Draw, (Interrupted onlyby carers calling), I lost all the later taken photographs – Had to make the Health Check graphic again, and actually lost the damned notepad with the reminders of events on it! Several times throughout the day, I had problems and Accifauxpas due to failing, and me hitting obviously, the wrong keys without realising, and finding the computer doing different things than I wanted; and had to turn everything off and back on again to reset to default. This happened to me on CorelDraw, Excel and MS Word… oh, and on the internet as well! My spirits sank, a visited me a few times as well. Repeating these cock-ups and several times throughout the day, was humiliating to me.
Self-Pity, Self-Hating and Time-to-give-up episodes made things, well, me, feel even worse for having them! Around teatime, I made the meal, just a few battered soy balls. Yet despite things calming down a little; mistake-wise, I enjoyed this small simple bowl of fodder. But… when I woke up with the usual jerk and jump, I found… wait for it… eight empty Cheesy Curl bags in the waste bin beside the £300, second-hand, most uncomfortable, decrepit, Haemorrhoid Harold-testing, micro-organism-microbe-bugged, easily-fallout-able-from, unfit-for-use, not working, recliner. Now guilt joined my emotions!
I could not get back to sleep. I was waking up every few minutes, it seemed. Yet there were no pains from any of the ailments; although was sticking a bit, and no bothering me? I gave up any hope of returning to snuggling up with , and I got up (Mon) at 05:15hrs…
With my brain suffering from baffling . I wouldn’t like another day like this ever again! It was most likely something to do with – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
Night pouch.
Only mud stains showing for yesterday, no water.
: I only just made it in time to the . Straw-like mash!
Went on the balcony again, and did my best to take a shot with the Kodak of a crow down below. I took several snaps, but all were horrendously poor. The above is the best of them.
. A wide shot of the horizon to the North-West. Then to the East.
This is the stage where I made a series of absolute & . Lost all the photos, and spent hours trying to get the computer back to default after died on me for a few minutes… and the cock-ups began!
I gave up trying and spent some time doing other things that needed my attention, paperwork-wise. A farce that was too! The eyes were incapable of deciphering the minuscule print. I found using the spy-glass didn’t solve anything – I had to hold it so close to the paper, I could only read a line at a time, as I tried to scroll down with the magnifier. Then forgot what I’d read in the first place; it took me that long!The ailments were at it now, causing me angst! , , , , & , , any one of them… or all of them to blame? Even, although not related to the current farce; , , I even had a , while I was sat down! A first there I think? Which loosened the flaming day pouch, which cost me even more time to sort out! I was already feeling sorry for myself and depressed about how things were going – or not! – I was at the depths of despondency and dejection, and had a Eureka moment of conceptualisation: “Why are you (me) getting all worked up? This is like a normal day for you… what’s yer problem? Did you expect anything to go right? I thought you’d made your mind up that your life’s got so bad, because of your past life’s wrongdoings?” What a grumbling moaning soured turd you are! I was more settled after that! Not content you understand, or heaven-forbid happy; but less depressed!
The last Carer call was by Richard. He said the eye drops were to be used up, and then they finish. The same with the drops, but need to check with the hospital about those, ASAP, cause we have a lot left in the medical drawer.
A lste shot of the sky, that I cannot remember taking was found on the SD card.
Then another sleep-deprived night!
Keep Well, all my mass of adoring Blog-Fans. Both of you!
The eyes are worse than ever today! Photographicalising brought about many being too bad to use. Yet they looked alright to me on the Kodak screen when I checked them? The first effort after waking proves the point. No idea what it was of, or even if I meant to take it? I took it whilst forcing myself awake in 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. Not a good colour this morning.
Again, I’m not sure of the reason for taking this one.
Ah, I remember this one. Yesterday Carer Chris brought the laundry back up for me, but it was almost wet still. He kindly took it down again and brought it back today – all good! I arranged it over the falling-to-pieces computer chair, and this helped to ease the sitting pains donated by poor old . Getting low on the Germoloid cream now. It was earlier in the year selling for £5.99, yesterday it was on sale at £6.99… and at a Special price!
The newly rebatteried wristwatch was still going strong.
Afternoon clouds… A Pareidolia’s Delight. Ghost creatures, animals’ claws and heads, a flying bat? Not sure if the one above is, with the eyes being so bad, but it looked to me like a creature being born? Bootiful! A ghost attack? So many things in this one!
At long last, I got a nosh made. A giant potato cooked in the oven. sliced open, and A dollop of the non-butter butter melted into the flesh. With some liquid sea salt. Flavour Rating: 9/10!
Evening Sunset A close-up.
Here are the used before old Odes, which I thought you might like to see again. Of course, some will not fall into that category. Hehe!
CONTINUED… I went down to the hair salon and got my feet done. After briefly calling on Warden Deana, I made my way back up to the flat. En route, I decided I could get a lot done if I could escape down to Sherwood. Food from the Ozam shop. Batteries & Anti-diarrhoea tablets from Wilko. A watch battery from the cobblers on Haydn Road, Get a flu jab arranged at a chemist. Call on the opticians to book an appointment to get an eye test & new spectacles… Oh, Yes! This, I determined would be a productive hobble… Of course, I should have known better. I went up into the flat and was well-pleased with myself for remembering to take the Kodak with me. Again, my emotions were deluding, hornswoggling me.
I got down and out to the bus stop. No one else about, I thought I’d take a photo or two of the shelter and flats… I realised that I had left the SD card for the Kodak, on the computer! Grrr!. Not enough time to get up to the flat to pick up the SD card, and back in time for the bus. Which was due in 8 minutes. I’ll have to buy one in Sherwood.
Dropped, literally, off the bus at the bottom of Winchester Street. Two passers-by kindly untangled me from the, my having fallen getting off of the vehicle courtesy of , and they got me back on my plates-of-meat. This was a bad start… but things got worse later!
I hobbled along to the Ozam store first. Feeling a smidge nervous, now, and a few blasts from didn’t help. It was a struggle to get around the store with the , and I ended up getting stuck at the end of an aisle, too narrow to push the trolley through, so ended up trying to lift it over the things in the aisle… An unhappy-with-me assistant came and lifted it for me. I paid my dues, and set off to the Cobblers on Haydn Road, to get the watch battery.
All of the pavements were uneven, wheel trap potholes, or had cracked tiles. Now I was even more nervous; took my time as seeing the cracks in advance, was not easy with my eyesight. The Cobbler chap soon sorted me out… Well, as soon as he’d spent ten minutes talking to his mate.
Then I went into a shop to buy another SD card so I could take some photographs. The chap was a smidge superior speaking to me at first, but when I apologised for the shaking telling him it was due to , he said his brother had it as well and seemed to change tack with me; he was so friendly and helpful! I asked if I could take a photo to make sure it works on the Kodak. I took a snap of the chap! It worked!
Paid and departed, crossed the road, not a mean feat with he Sherwood madmen drivers on Mansfield Road I can tell Ayer!. Hobbled up the road, and called in the Co-op store to see if they had any decent tomatoes or garden peas. They had no garden peas, and the tomatoes were a little spongy! So I left. Not responding to a beggar that is always there outside the shop.
Up the hill some more, and into the Opticians. Who made an appointment for me for next Tuesday. The kind lady told me to see if any of the frames on the old glasses were okay and bring it with me, to have the lenses fitted to it on the new prescription. Good timing I thought, 09:40hrs, I can catch the 0932hrs 40 bus down, hopefully getting up to the opticians in time. But, of course, this is me we are reading about, innit? I realised I’d got the Iceland order coming on Tuesday, twix 8;00>20:00hrs, after leaving the shop. All is not lost though! It is Friday lunchtime now, and I managed to change the Iceland order to Wednesday…
I limped carefully up the road to the chemists to ask about the flu jab. I did notice as arrived, that it is no longer a Lloyds Pharmacy sign above the window. Got it and asked the assistant about how I can book a flu jab. She said we don’t do them now – but the All Night Pharmacy will do them! Great, I’d just walked agonisingly to and from yards away from the All Night Chemist, then the length of Sherwood back up to what was Lloyds Chemist, not I have to all the way back to the other end, the returned to the middle to get a bus up Winchester Street, home, hopefully! Still, I got some more photos taken en route.
THE ALL-NIGHT PHARMACY VISIT
I hobbled into the shop… the pavements were even worse at that end of the road. I nearly had the 3-Wheeled-Walker over a couple of times getting there, and had to get back afterwards! I asked about my booking a flu jab, and a dagger-staring look of incredulity back… “We do not do flu jabs until September!” I actually apologised for asking! Then inquired if they sell the anti-diarrhorea capsules. 12 capsules for £4.44. No wonder Asda have run out of there’s, They are 6 for £1.09. Same ingredients.
I started the hobble back to Winchester Street and came across this white van parked on the already damaged kerbing. I had the choice of walking on the road, or broken tiles… I opted for the cracked, broken tiles route.
I eventually got to Winchester Street and started walking up to the bus stop. Remembering that I had a watch that worked on now. It had gone 18:00hrs! Blimey the time had blown!
But the thought that I would soon be back in my padded cell and get something to eat spurred me to the bus stop!
According to the sign display, the next bus was due to arrive in 22 minutes. BUT! It was a 40X! Which do not go to the flats. I started the long uphill trek up Winchester Street Hill. I needed the exercise I suppose. Finally, all weary and dodgy on the feet, Winwood Heights came into view! It dawned on me that I was lucky to live here… avoiding going into a home is my plan. I know it will have to come as things worsen mentally and physically. But not yet!
I took this photo of the wildflowers on Citrus Grove as I neared the Winchester Court entrance. Bootiful!
Crossed over the road and passed the bus shelter to the main entrance swipe doors… I hadn’t noticed when I left the flats earlier in the day, that the window had been broken.I knocked on the Meridian Carers door to tell them I was back. No reply. Cause maybe I didn’t knock hard enough? Nobody about that I knew. I went through into the Winwood Heights lobby.
Through the link passage from Winwood to Woodthorpe Court.
At last, back in the flat. Emptied the pouch. Got the receipts, purchases and food put away. And hastened to make a much-merited meal. Using the smoked cooked belly pork from the Ozam store on Milk Roll Bread, with huge chunks of the not-butter butter, which I adore the flavour of! Put some pickle on the bread, and the none-meat pies that I’d halved, and served it up! Tomatoes and pickled beetroot too! Meal of the week! Flavour-Rating: 9.3/10!
I made up the route maps I used in the morning to go on here. This is the second one, with the routes walking taken.
Carer Chris appeared. No more eye drops for me. That is until we get clarification. Chris attached the night bag to day pouch.
After eating well, I took this one photo of the evening… Superb Nature at its finest!
It seems we had some heavy rain last night? Close-up of the mini mudslide,
The sky looked as if it may have more rain to send.
As it lightened up, I went onto the balcony to have another search for something worth photographing. Taking this shot accidentally as I tripped over the step getting out of the room. I take better photos by accident than the others? Hahaha! An early morning car-washing tenant out there. Shaking his car’s carpets, doing a thorough job. Is he selling it? The car cleaner was still at it after I’d visited the wet room for the & duties. Excellent parking on the grass from the white van, man.
I had a look at the NHS Falls Team advice booklet. Had to use the spy-glass to read the wording. Exercises page above. If I can find the time, I’ll give this a go. More advice in a safe environment. With supplying me with the odd , & disorientating me, supported by the effective bone dislodger & often with agony giving suddenly giving way without warning, I think the chances of this advice being effective are minimal. Look at the last bad tumble, where I spent four hours laying on the floor… that one was due to, I think, the leg just mentally disappeared. In an instant, it wasn’t there, and as I went backwards and landed on the deck, there was no pain from the leg at all… for a few minutes, then the brain got the message from the dying neurotransmitters, and the agony began. Reduce Your Risks! Hehe! Getting tired now; hard to read the mini-print. Getting Up From A Fall. I could see the pictures enough to know I had been doing something right, at least in how I struggled to get back up from each tumble. But I use the second-hand, £300, charity shop bought, crumb-retaining, microorganism-microbe producing, gungy, moth-eaten, beige-coloured, non-working, bacillus encouraging, incommodious, Haemorrhoid Harold testing, c1968 recliner, cause its solider to use to haul me elephantine body up from the floor. I say easier; it’s the only way! Of course, if the fall occurs at the door, I have to crawl on my hands and knees back through the hallway into the computer room, which usually entails , messy! And/or poor being set off! In my efforts crawl to utilise the £300, second-hand, c1968, charity shop-bought, eyesore-horrendously grungy coloured, Harold Haemorrhoid-testing, easily-fallout able from, unfit-for-use, not working recliner, to get back upright and recover.
Dreadfully slow, but up to now, it had gone down only once! I blogged on and off for many hours… with…
Going down just once!
But was in a different mode this time! Little messy squirts, with gaps of up to three minutes and another dollop of splattering… repeatedly! I couldn’t concentrate on the crossword at all. Hehe!
Got the nosh sorted early.Soy mince, beetroot, tomatoes, onions, potatoes and garden peas! Wholemeal bread thins and a strawberry dessert were enjoyed as well. Flavour-Rating: 9.3/10. I seem to have found my appetite once again. Got the pots washed and went to freshen up.
The left leg had blown up, and a bruise appeared from nowhere and started to kick off? And gave me a few worrying moments. What next? Don’t answer that!
I olive-oiled the earholes and dropped the bottle, which landed on my . To round off this little series of , I lost my balance getting the fresh PPs on… On the way to the wet room floor, I tugged foolishly at the shower curtain, the plastic clips holding the curtain on the rail pinged and shot all over the place, and the curtain covered my horizontal body… What made me think that a flimsy thin plastic curtain would help stop me from falling? I spent hours gathering the hooks and getting the curtain back on the rail, but two clips were missing. I spent more time searching for them, to no avail. Naturally, a man of my calibre took it all in my stride; I even laughed about it to myself. I think I gained another bruise or two on my rump. I thought about taking a blind shot of my rear end but thought better of it.
EVENING ALL; GETTING MY HEAD DOWN EARLY… We’ll see if it works & sleep arrives.
Up at 06:30hrs. Nigh pouch off, emptied & sorted Kitchen Check on the being done-up house below. I wonder what it’s costing them?
Refilled biscuit barrel with the 4-a-day cookies.
Two food deliveries today; I got the bags and boxes out and ready for the first (Asda) Food arrival. Iceland is due later.
CARER KARA arrived. sorted out the medications and eye drops. I think we spoke of Friday’s visit to the bank, but I’m not sure?
Asda arrived good and early. Soda waters Apart from having to pick out the black and green ones, these are super-tasty little nuggets of potato. I can do them in the new air-fryer (15 mins) or in the oven (45 mins). Soya lemon desserts, Lacto-free milk, sterilised milk, and strawberry cheesecakes and of course, with the cookies being on offer, as well as the milk – a bargain? Last year the milk was 99p. Today on offer at £1,29! Bakery Section… Sliced wholemeal rolls, Brown baguettes & the limited to one Tear & Share bread on offer. Only one packet of tear & share bread allowed. (It’s on offer!) I got all the bread ordered, a rarity, I decided to put some in the freezer for later on. Food cupboard stocks.
The Schweppes Soda water, pink and watermelon flavoured, was still on offer, so I bought even more at this price, almost half-price! Also, I got two Asda own-brand bottles of soda; they can have some of the Lowicz raspberry juice to flavour it. Being the keen, alert, dedicated good housekeeping person that I am, I decided to make a bottle up as soon as I’d finished sorting the Asda storing of the foods… & a double, painful ensured… I dropped a bottle of Soda, and it hit my chin, then bounced onto the , and I may have said something like “Oh, dear!”
Iceland arrived; as Carer Sam was visiting me, I was bending her ear over the appointment in injuries. Hehehe! She kindly put the barfs in the kitchen for me. Seemed to be a lot of bags today? Have I made another cock-up? Milk roll bread, cheap kitchen towels, apple pastries, spray oils, bread thins, and brown baguettes. In fact, they had everything I ordered, even the ones I ordered by mistake! Hard to believe, I know!
Over the next three hours, I got a lot of updating done on CorelDraw.This was due to; the consistency, perseverance, and free-willed constitution of… and I believe their involvement (Owning or par owning) of 18 other internet providers in Europe. And, of course, their inability to provide internet to Nottingham that does not go down several times a day; that costs me hours in redoing the work lost that could not be saved. Also causing more mistakes! DO NOT GO NEAR THEM! Then again; With them owning Virgin Media, O2, PC Brand, ‘3’ the UPC brand, Plusnet, and Sunrise UPC. Shares in Vodaphone, Smarty, EE & BT. With 11.9 idiots… I mean, million subscribers, where else can you go to? They’ve got us where they want us, by the short & curly!
FOOD TIME Ah, that was nice. And although a terrible photo, the flaky pastry with gooey, sticky apple sauce was also okay!
I gave up on the ambidextrousness, chicanery, doublespeak, thaumaturgy, figure-shuffling, and slithery. Tiredness, weariness and agony got to me. Head down. The carer called and woke me up. Medicated me.
Tiredness, weariness and agony got to me. Head down.
The carer called and woke me up. Medicated me.
Tiredness, weariness and agony got to me. Head down.
The carer called and woke me up. Medicated me.
Tiredness, weariness and agony got to me. Head down.
