Also, a lot of agony. The leg ulcer I burnt is giving out (or it’s coming from that area, at least) electric shocks every five minutes that seem to be shooting up the leg all through the day? The ankle gives way if I’m on the plates-of-meat at the time. Still, the nurse is calling tomorrow to have a check.
I was semi-pleased with the ablutions and Porcelain Throning this morning. Not happy mind, you. I couldn’t allow reports to get out about Inchy being happy. Scary! But movements were less painful. But cleaning up took a while.
The window cleaner came today. Nice lad!
I did the Ode from notes that I could barely decipher and found it hard to find suitable rhyming words. I got carried away and started a new Word List. This took me four hours. Tsk!
Carer’s Kara, Sham, Jenny and Christopher attended me. Kara helped me a lot; she checked the ankle and injury. Carer Sham came up with a name for the new ailment, the electric shocks from the ankle. ‘Electic Shocks Sherida,’ I will make a tab for it to use. I’ve done it. Which do you think is best? or .
Top to the left. Second ahead. Third to the right.
Then, an important job was done. I cleaned and refilled my biscuit pot with my favourites. Vegan cookies and Lemon Tartlets.
Now it’s time for some food; it’s getting late. I’ll turn off the computer and return in the morning—that’s the intention. Back in a bit, or later!
I’m back, it’s Friday morning. As I was serving up the meal, Carer Chris attended, I gave him his choice of drinkies from the fridge, and he took some nibbles home for his son with him. No diabetic socks to take off, of course. Or any to be put on this Friday until the nurse has been tending and checking the exploded ulcer and abscess. Chris helped me get the now-not-so-hot meal on the tray and left me noshing as he returned to the folds of his family.
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0545 hrs: I stirred, realising I was not lying in bed (I can be quick sometimes, Hehe!).. Itonly brought back last night’s farcical, demented, horrible series of calamities and Whoopsiedangleploppery to mind.
I offered up a quick prayer for things to get better today. The plea was not directed at any God, Devil, Witch, Oligarch, Compassionate alien, Sorcerer, Wizard, Soothsayer, or medical practitioner who could help me.
THE WET ROOM FARCE:There was not much hope or effort put into the plead for help, but it was something to do while I was sitting on the Porcelain Throne, awaiting Constipation Conrad to release the first of the morning’s two torpedoes. He fooled me completely this time. The first grindingly slow concrete submarine edged its way painfully out and plonked, with a clunk, into the WC waters. Relief flooded over me! A smile was almost coming over my face in thanks for completing the task at last and me getting rid of the associated pains!
However, a second missile assault developed that almost shot itself out of my rear end. It was quick, but I wasn’t prepared for the extra shot of pain it brought on. Tears developed. True!
When I saw the blood everywhere, I grabbed onto and I stood up. It was almost a major operation getting everything cleaned up and medicated! Both cartilages, the ankle ulcer and even Arthur Itis, kicked off simultaneously.
This made me nervous. I was in the wet room, so I decided to get the ablutions done immediately. One cut shaving, no shower, and teggies were done. Next, medicating various parts was needed, which went reasonably well. Even the shaving cut was soon stopped. Then, the real challenge: getting into the Protection pants!
It was easier to lift my right foot through the leg hole. It hurt, but I laughed it off, knowing the left one would be the most painful. I was right, too. But I didn’t think I was going to take a tumble. I was wrong on that, too! I tried resting the bum in the corner behind the door. This usually helps. (I was wrong about it this time), I used Picker-Upperer-Petal to move the PPs out so I could lift the left foot with the right hand to get it in the pants left hole… are you following this? Hehe! During this, I noticed that the urine flowing from the Bladder to the Pouch looked awfully red. That was my mistake, taking my mind off of the challenge. I can’t explain how I managed to take the tumble, landing against the shower chair. I limped to the recliner on all fours, making the ulcer leak more and hurting the ingrowing toenails and cartilage. Chloe and Carole protested the only way they knew how to… giving me such pain that only agony would fit it.
Getting back on my feet was probably more painful than all the other incidents. Yes, it was!
I painfully put on the dressing gown and slippers. I was pondering whether I should have a brew of tea or not when ‘Oh Susan’ chimed from the door chime.
Carer Richard arrived. He didn’t particularly like the state of Leg-Ulcer-Ulrich or the red and, as he put it, under the man- breasts. Hahaha! He told me not to wear a dressing gown, so I wore a tee shirt. It’s not the prettiest view for anyone calling on me. Bearing the catheter’s paraphernalia. He asked if I had any pyjama bottoms to put on. I was surprised he’d forgotten I can’t get trousers, socks or shoes on or off without help nowadays. He left a note on the whiteboard for someone to call the Doctor and District Nurses about the ulcer and ankle blotches later.
came with a new Carer, Sash, I think her name was. No, it was Sham. Kara was training up the new gal. She checked the catheter and called the Doctors about the red patches underarm and, as Richard said, Men-Boobs. Hahaha! She said I am to keep on with the Terbinafine cream for the arms and titties. Then she looked at the leg swelling, ulcers, and new growths. Then she called the District Nurse’s place. They will be sending a Community Nurse to look at them later on.
A few PN electric shocks joined the ulcers and swellings, bothering me. It’s an excellent job that the Cartilages have both calmed down somewhat. I may well regret saying that, of course.
Carer Christopher arrived. He gave me some Peptac and a painkiller and looked at the state of the legs with the dressing now on the ulcer. And got carried away with Kodak Timing them all.
Chris noted that new growth was coming up in the left leg.
Then, that the padded plaster was not sealed and was leaking fluids. He soon put that right for me as well. I think he just enjoyed giving me pain, Hehe!
Were increasing in frequency now. Chris put some ointment on the Man-Breasts and underneath each of my arms. He’s a good lad! And he likes his treats, too. I gave him his choice of a cold drinkie from the fridge, and his pockets secured some nibbles.
I’d better get some food sorted before the England match on TV. I’ll be back later, probably in the morning.
Good Morning! I got it wrong again. The England match is tomorrow (tonight). But no! A double cock-up from Inchie! I got the dates wrong again. And the Doctor told me my getting Arithmaphobia is not the end of the world! England’s match was on, and apart from not realising it, I also slept through and missed the other matches! Grumph! Grump! Gragnagles!
MEAL COCK-UP! I thought I ought to have some of the Air Fry crinkle chips I ordered in error months ago to make room in the freezer. So I did. I threw the rest of them away afterwards. Amazingly, some tasted okay, and others were too hard to cope with my lack of teeth. Then it dawned on me… I’d cooked them in the oven! It could happen to anyone, of course. But the odds of it being me must be very short!
I took this evening’s view, complete with blotches. Slightly miffed with myself.
I nodded off into sweet, Thought-Storming-free, precious oblivion. Although were not letting up, particularly the right ankle with the burst ulcer on it, Carer Chris did the last call. Chris seemed keen to get home, bless him, and not to disturb me too much. So he sorted me out in the darkness and put some tape on the wadding on the ulcer that had already come off and leaked the fluid all over my foot during the kip.
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Sometimes, haziness can turn into fuzziness or, occasionally, frazzled-dazzlement. This morning was that day. Things started foggy mentally, yet my vision had a degree of clarity for an hour or so. The blogging flowed flowingly until the eyes returned to double vision, and static things seemed moving. This worsened as the day progressed, but this is usual nowadays. And as for the new ailments, I’m running out of names to give them. Hehe! Today’s naughty ailments included: , , , , , , along with , , , & several nasty & . No doubt these were assisted by .
Carers Richard, Kimberly & Chris attended. The camera was digesting photos again and sending them into the ether.
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Far too dark, again!
Carer Kimberly took a photo of my head wound that I knew Nothing about. So, there’s nothing new there!
Bootiful clouds!
A rather skimpy early meal. But it tasted nice. Podded fresh peas, a pastie and a dab of pickled ketchup.
Afternoon, the sun was in and out for hours.
Medications are needed in certain areas. Bottom rear department…
Carer Chris arrived, taking snaps of the leg and ankle problem area. I must ask someone to call the District Nurse; maybe they can send a photo of the infected area? The electric shocks were climbing up the leg!
This is the last shot of the day that Kodak Tim allowed onto his SD card, but where did they go? How? Why?
Sleep was no problem tonight… Now, staying asleep was a horse of a different colour! I lost count of the times I detonated and burst into wakefulness! Although it was the longest overnight period of skip I’d had for a long time, I reckon actual sleeping amounted to a couple of hours at most.
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A morning view.
Took an anti diarrhoea capsule.
Later shot from the kitchen.
Carer Maryham.
First of the two mugs allowed. Thompson’s Punjana tea, this time.
Afternoon cloud views.
Urine lighter. I wasn’t drinking it, you understand.
A late shot of the sun downing.
I’d just taken the tray of potatoes out of the oven, using the new oven gloves to be on the safe side, of course. They seem to be made of rubber, although Carer Kara said that’s how they are nowadays. Anyway, I had two ailments attack at the same time, and as Cartilage Chloe gave way, a short Peripheral Neuropathy Pete’s right leg wobbled away. Apart from the pain, I dropped the oven tray, and it went down my now steadied right leg, causing more pain for Arthur Itis and from Cartilage Carole. It rested on the lower shin, long enough to have taken off Vascular Vanessa’s shell and burnt off a patch of skin! I later discovered another burnt finger. (That’s three now this week!) I’m not sure how I got that one.
The food had gone a little cold, but I didn’t want to warm it up because I’d already burned it before taking it out of the oven. Then it would have been too hard for my poor few rotting teeth left to use. Which reminds me, I must take a Codeine with so many things paining me at the same time now. Hehe! Still, I did quite enjoy it.
I had the second and last brew of the day. Glengettie this one.
An extra competition is called for. This one reminded me of an old black-and-white Police TV series that ran for donkey years, well into colour TV times. Can you guess what it was?
Here’s a clue, the only one you’ll need if you’re getting on a bit like wot I am: The starting and ending we heard were… Go On Then, Another clue: – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
Today, I have been physically and mentally pilloried, pummelled, and harangued. This selfie on the left is one of two taken on Friday morning of a freshly bathed, medicated, shaved, and totally well… stupefied, confused or baffled Inchy. Who, in his wisdom or lack of it, somehow found himself in the wet room, stopped the bleeding haemorrhoids, and started preparing the even meal. This was at about 07:00hrs! Things did not get much better, and this blog was started 8 hours later than usual. This meant a lack of sleep again, as I worked until the morning and still hadn’t finished it! Grrr!What an abject idiot! I’ll have to skip bits, or I’ll never get time to do Friday’s blog. An Inchy Quickie, short on detail affair then. Sorry!
The legs were hurting. Seem to have acquired a dent in the electric shock leg?
Dark and stinky when emptied!
As opposed to… A bloodied evacuation.
Had to sort the boxes that the fodder and Amazon stuff unexpectedly arrived in yesterday.
Off to the wet room.
Foolishly, I prepared the meal hours and hours too early. Still, when I got it, it was okay; it was warmed up and reheated.
Three deliveries arrived by teatime.
I didn’t!
Sorry, there’s not much in this one, you see… This was primarily down to me… I may not be able to voluntarily pee, And be in agony, with the arthritic knee… With both cartilages hurting, Carole and Chloe! Having double vision, from Cataract Katie, I can no longer cope with things, arithmetically! I accept I am surviving, sadly, pathetically! But find it easy-peasy to lose my memory! – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – Fair Thee All Well!
Today was filled with terrible commotion,
Before it started, I was in a state of confusion,
A stampede of furore, causing profanation,
I was left depressed and in delirium…
Here follows my sad, uneducated explanation!
I managed to sleep 10 minutes overnight, but I was tired out, and getting up was a fight. The urine in the catheter stunk something awful. I visited the wet room W.C., which was controlled by Terence Trosky. One after another, each of the almost square-shaped torpedoes got stuck partway to freedom. I thought this evacuation was somewhat incongruous. (is that the right word?) It was certainly incompatible with Harold’s Haemorrhoids. Made them bleed and gave me some discomfort as well. It’s when they get stuck halfway out that’s the worst bit. Haha!
Initially I was doing well on the blogging graphics. The Kodak seemed to be storing the snaps I’d taken, and as I knew that Carer Cara would call today to sort the Banking and British Gas problems for me, I changed the delivery dates for the Low-Cost Food and Morrisons food deliveries to arrive on Friday instead. Apart from the eyes which were not good, but when are they since I had the failed Cataract operation. I’ve gone back to the start of the waiting list to have them done again. So they can’t do the Glaucoma lasering until they have been done successfully. I don’t think I’ll live long enough to.I was on the waiting list last time for over two-and-a-half years. Humph!
Carer Shaquille arrived, got the socks onto my feet, medicated me, and I insisted he took some nibbles with him.
As I was taking this photo, which I put on here, 22hrs later), the door buzzer buzzed. (It does that. I notice these things!), Hehehe! The Low-Cost Food delivery I’d altered obviously hadn’t been altered because it had just arrived. This was the start of a series of worrying, frustrating, time-consuming, and unproductive times. It took me ages to unload the boxes and the paper stuffing within them. I topped up the shelves with what had been delivered for the carers and nurses’ drinks and treats. Then, I did the same to the nibbles box on the carers’ table. I got some new lines in today. A white chocolate milky bar was one.
I got the cardboard and paper into a box.
Then I got back to blogging, but not for long! Carer Kara arrived, and she sorted out the Bank Problem easily enough. (It was still a bit of a shock, though, how my balance was dwindling.) But the British Gas problems took the gal all the rest of the hour she had, and we still didn’t have time to ask about the meter reading. I’d never have got it sorted without Kara’s help. She found a contact telephone number from the web, when the link would not work for her. Three times, Kara got the ‘music-while-you-wait’ treatment. Then had to be put through to someone else. Had to go through all the checks again. The man, said Kara, didn’t seem to know what she was talking about. But she had the email on my computer and letters to refer to in her discussions. Finally, the man said the original email was sent to me in error. How? They have my address, email, etc. Kara did not have time to ask them about the meter reading emails. An hour on my phone, wonder how much that is going to cost me? Basically the message come answer was not to worry, ignore them? Thanks, Kara!
Yet another on my behalf! Over the dates. The quack thinks my arithmaphobia is all part and parcel of the FND. Could well be; we may see.
I got the delivery bags opened one or two at a time, and took these photos on the left. Well, I took more, but some did not make it to the Kodak SD card. Sob!
Next weeks, as should have been, Carers & Nurses treats. Jellies, Crisps, Marmite oatcakes. Fresh pod peas. (They didn’t last for long, Yummy!)
Some red and white potatoes for baking, tomatoes and waste bags were put away… wherever I could cram them, really. Tsk! A ready-sliced milk roll loaf and two extra-large Jumbo Haddock chip shop-style battered fishcakes. May have them tonight. Got them in the freezer. I Stopped everything at this point, to shell some of the pod peas for later on. A mug ot Thompson’s Punjana tea, that went down well. I was a good lad today, despite the piteousness of my actions and getting things so wrong, and being further behind with the flog that I’ve ever been; and in a cruel depression and so confused, I only had one mug of tea all day and night! Smug-Mode-Engaged!
I was giving up on the blog as I was getting so tired, and the Dettol order arrived. Ehicj, they indicated it would be coming on Friday! There’s no end to the confusion, cock-ups, errors, depressions, and sinking spirits!
Tonight’s feast (Albeit while burning my finger again on the oven rack) was prepared. Potato Rostis, battered fishcakes, Fresh pod peas, tomatoes, surimi sticks, and chestnut mushrooms. I got settled into the £300 second-hand shop bought, c1966. moth-eaten, bedraggled, grotty, smelly, cringingly-beige-coloured, almost-dilapidated, crumb-containing from my nocturnal nibblings, bug-ridden, itch-inspiring, not working recliner. With the meal on a plate and tray, feet up on a chair, and a football match on the box, I’d finished of eating the meal, and then I got the pots washed. I took five snaps over the next half an hour, and only the first and last two made it onto the SD card.
I sense that I may have already used this one?
Believe it or not, but, I didn’t get any sleep again. The Thought Storms, mostly self-lambasting over the dates that I’d mix up.
No, that’s not true. I did get the odd couple of minutes, but I was promptly woken up by and or else .
I got up again to try to get some decent shots of the beautiful night’s view over the next hour or so. I might as well; Sweet Morpheus was not interested, and my mind was going crazy.
Not one of my better days.
And I’m already hours behind on the morning blog. Bet I can’t get started until midnight or later tomorrow. Or whenever… I’m losing track of things here. Which is nowt, new.
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Only the open photo was on the card. Was that the urine pouch? I must have taken about ten more.
I got the card back in Kodak Tim and took a couple more, but they were not on the card. I swapped cards, tried again, and had no luck. Now I was almost in tears! Shit!
I lost interest after that. I turned on the TV to watch the football, only to see Ukraine lose to Romania. Then France won… Nothing is going right at all!
Then, a series of events played out. I can’t even get a wash and shower because I forgot to ask Carer Kimberly to take my socks off. Depression kicked in then. So, I had to try something to get back online, so I decided to have a stand-up wash and shave, but I didn’t enjoy it. What utter frustrations!
Back in a bit… hello, the intercom is chiming out. I could see a nurse at the door, let her in, and started thinking of the things I wanted to tell and ask her: the electric shocks from the ankles, the cartilage, and the toothache. The doorbell chimed, and when I got to open the door, the nurse said she was looking for a lady. She realised she had come in the wrong block and needed Winchester Court, not Woodthorpe Court. My sinking spirits sank even further.
Off to the wet room.
I’m back and in a slightly teeny-weeny, microscopic, tinyish, itsy-bitsy, almost imperceptible bit of a better mood. Why? I’m not quite sure. It possibly has something to do with cleaning my teeth and shaving without the slightest hint of a cut or bleeding.
Late on, Carer Chris arrived. He looked at the camera for me, used his phone camera to take a shot of the evening clouds, and emailed the picture to me. I got it on here Tuesday morning.
He’s caught the essence of the night sky very well. Not that I was jealous, of course. Chris had cleaned through the mechanics of the camera for me.
I made the evening meal and then tried using Kodak Tim again. It was hit-and-miss. The meal photo went through (Yee-Ha!), but my sky shot did not reach the SD card? Lamburger cobs and fries. 8.8/10.
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Another number 5 colour rating for the overnight pouch contents. For some unknown reason, there was not very much of it this time. A kitchenette shot of the morning view. Yes, it was raining again. The horison was misty with it, at the same time. Blotchy spots, again. A few hours later, the rain was beginning to die down as I snapped this photograph. Gave myself a little toe-stubbing as well. Our famous mud-slide at the end car park had spread well. Talking of spread well, I adjusted my order for Tuesday from Asda, adding some Marmite Spread and the delicious No-Butter butter from Flora. Great on sarnies, especially tasty when mixed into the boiled or baked potatoes. Yummy! As the late afternoon brightened up, I was pleased to report that an array of adorable clouds was on view. Pareidolia’s Delight. I could see a whale and various animal heads and faces. But not when taking the shots. But afterwards, blown up in CorelDraw. ACCIFAUXPAS: Getting the chips out of the oven. I burnt a finger again on the oven tray racking. But it’s worth mentioning, really, compared to the last time I did it, which must have been about two months ago now. I don’t think the scar will ever disappear from this one. The third visit to the Porcelain Throne. Another messy, Trotsky Terence in charge affair. The other two were similar.
Little Inchies fungal lesion had been leaking blood again. It had soaked the PPs, and I had to ease them off, pulling more hairs out with the dried blood. Then, I had to clean things up, medicate the lesion, and get fresh PPs on. That was more painful than treating the lesion! But only just. This is interesting to me anyway because I can’t recall taking the photo at all, let alone why I snapped this view. What was in it? It’s a mystery.
While waiting for the chips to cook, I took two snaps of the pretty view from the kitchen window.
The blotches on the pictures are included, free of charge.
I thought these looked relatively peaceful and restful. I’m not sure why, though.
I agree that it is not precisely an imitation of the Gordon Ramsey-designed and made meal. In fact, it’s a commoner’s nosh: sausages, garden peas, chips, and sausage-sized rounds of Milk Toll loaf to be dipped in pickle-flavoured tomato ketchup. For afters, there is a Muller lemon dessert. Not bad at all!
A final blotchy shot of the sky after I’d got it all on a tray. I went back to the TV to watch the England match. And that was a disappointment, but at least they won, only on points.
Carer Christopher arrived. Medications were issued, and he fitted the diabetic socks on my legs. He was aghast at the state of the leg ulcers. So much so that he took these Kodak Tiom shots of the ankles. No wonder I’d had a few extra electric shocks from them overnight. New scabs, spots, etc., and the ankles gave way occasionally over the day. It’s bad enough with & doing their giving-way moments to have me over.
Late morning dawning.
The drizzle continues. The mud-slide develops.
A box of medical equipment arrived via Vyne. I didn’t know what it was, but I assumed it was the catheter items that had been ordered for me.
Hello, the urine’s got a good flow. 400ml.
Over several hours, the rain persisted.
I pressed on with yesterday’s blog update.
I’m frustrated and disheartened by all my usual errors. Talk about working overtime. Grammarly was constantly popping up. I’d put things right, and seconds later, it came up with the same fault and different corrections to choose from.
Still, the urine comes. A smidge darker, and some bits of what I assume were my crumbling prostrate. Killed by the Finasteride tablets.
Gorgeous evening clouds.
Baked potatoes, tomatoes and red onion. I took this snap of the minimalistic meal. Then, I added some Frazzles to it. I tucked in with more relish than I had been lately. I added sea salt and No butter-butter to the potatoes. Why no meat? You may be asking? That’s because I made some sausages in the microwave and forgot about them. Until I found them in the morning. Humph! It could happen to any idiot, but often, it’s me who forgets. I’ve noticed this! I see a lot of things, you know. But I tend to forget more things that need remembering, more time than not, or should that be done? Erm?
I was washing the pots when the sinking sun suddenly appeared. I fetched Kodak Tim and took these red-eye photographs of the beautiful scene. Mother Nature was at her finest. Unfortunately, the glowing sun scene reminded me of Pucking Putin’s threats! – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
Carer Joanne did the midday call today, and I was overjoyed when she said the missing prescription had arrived. With no Codeines or Paracetamol in the medicine cupboard, I got myself into another uncalled-for deep semi-panic mode. Joanne called the doctor or chemist to tell them none had been served up. Whoever she spoke to said they could be picked up in the morning. I was fretting over not having anything to counter the carriages, toothache, and catheter tube pains. It was not until Carer Chris arrived at teatime that I realised there were Codeines and Paracetamol on the Carer’s desk. I felt like a proper fool! But I decided to blame it all on Doreen’s Dementia and Cognitive Impairment, Iris, being in charge of my brain today. There’s no denying it: I get things so wrong so often. The doctor knows about it, but does she care or understand? I’m blown if I understand! My eyes seem to be getting far worse earlier each day. The weather, as of now, at 18:30 hrs (yes, another late start to getting the blogging done!), a few rainy sessions, and being a little gloomy add to the frustration and depression of failure. Another early morning getting to bed. Still, despite all the trials, tribulations, and daily mental and physical trials and errors that haunt and stalk me, I really do love doing this blog and reading others. Time is the snag… well, that and having periods of not knowing what the hell I’m doing, saying, or, at times, thinking! And the annoying and ultra-confusing doesn’t help! When Chris pointed out the Codeines and Paracetamols in the Caregivers’ medical pot on their table, I felt disgusted with myself for getting it all wrong for a while. I think he was unhappy with me. Rightly so, too. I’ve waffled again in my self-disgust, better get on. – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
03:00 hrs: I bounded up from the bed and did 100 press-ups, 200 toe-touches, and then minutes of shadow boxing. This was followed by… Well, alrightthen… 03:00 hrs: I reluctantly woke and took off the nocturnal catheter pouch. And hobbled to the wet room and the Porcelain Throne. A messy affair again, all over in seconds, but it took ten minutes to clean myself and WC up after the event. I didn’t have a wash, but a rinse, no shaving done, and the teggies were cleaned. Applied the Terbinafine cream to the tender red armpits. The red eye had all but gone this morning. Harold’s Haemorrhoids were Germoloided. The barrier cream was applied to the lower regions and to my massive, wobbly belly folds. Both Cartilages were Phorpain gelled, and some Germolene was applied to the ankle ulcer. No sunshine out yet. Apparently we had little rain overnight, judging by the lack of mudslide in the end car park area. There was much vehicular activity. It went even darker later on. I knew the dune was trying to get through, judging by this Kodak Tim blotched photograph from the kitchen, no, balcony. The intercom chimed out; it was the Low-Cost Food delivery driver; I let him in. Opened the door a few minutes later, to find the box of nosh in the flat’s foyer. There was not a lot, but it was well-packed. I opened the boxes and got the nibbles and drinkies out for the nurses and carers. I put the empty cardboard boxes close to the flat’s doorway. The cartilage Chloe gave way on me again, but at the best place to do it, in the mini-hallway. Walls within arm’s length to help avoid a tumble, from which it would be so painful to get back up on my feet. Arrgh! Aha, we had some rain, and the end car park mudslide was soon showing. It’s about time we had a drop of rain, I thought. Little did I know the amount we were going to get shortly! As you can see, we had a downpour for about an hour or so. Then, it stopped as quickly as it started.
Carer Christopher arrived. He got the diabetic socks on my legs (well, it seemed the logical place to put them, Haha). Did the medicationalisationings. Had drinkie and nibble, and off.
The rain came again on and off over the afternoon. I took the chance to take a break from the hard work of blogging. Making errors, mistakes, etc., was the easy part of blogging!
Concentration was at a minimum for most of the day… no, for all of the day! Carer Joanne arrived, bringing the prescriptions that did not come the other day. However, the medical drawer had no Codeines or Paracetamols in it. Joanne rang either the chemist or the doctor for me and told me they would be ready for collection tomorrow. Bless her! Later, when Chris came, he pointed out that there were still some Codeines and Paracetamols in the Carers pot on their table, so there was no need to fetch them tomorrow, as it is not urgent now. I’d got it all mixed up somehow. I keep doing this, but no one seems to be interested; I need help if I can get it.
I made an order for Asda for next Tuesday. Then went to make a brew of Glengettie tea. I left the tea bag in the mug to get nice and strong, then got the bamboo stick thingy to stir and remove the tea bag… I’d like to offer a piece of advice on the Health & Safety aspects of making a brew of tea. I used a bamboo skewer pointed stick to stir the mashing, and you should get a sneeze coming on; it would be better if you put down the stick before covering your nose as one sneezed! Still, the little plaster fitted over the mouth and stopped the puncture from bleeding for me. But it could well have been worse, you know. I may have stuck it up my nose, Hehehe!
I was working in CorelDraw to create some headers. Actually, I was editing a bitmap at the time. ! CorelDraw Crashed Yet Again!I lost all the work done since the last saving! And had to start all over again on the Horoscope graphic! Grrr! Rebooted and got the thingy up to give me my email address and reason for what I was doing when the crash happened. Since getting the new version of CorelDraw, I must have had 20 crashes! I don’t think they even read these messages; they have certainly not replied to any one of them. I looked up who owns CorelDraw nowadays: “In 2019, Corel was acquired by the investment firm KKR and Co and changed its name to Cascade Parent Limited (Oligarchs, fiendish grubstakers, like Liberty-Global?), which trades under the brand name of Alludo. Consequently, the company is still headquartered in Ottawa, Canada”.
The sun actually got through late on in the day, and the previously hidden blue sky peeped through gaps in the clouds. Very pretty! The rain came again for a while. Stopped, and was on and off for there’s of the night long. I got a message about the return of an old favourite chocolate bar from Cadbury’s. This is a photo of the 1980s Top Deck as it was before being taken off the market. As I recall, it was a favourite of mine back then. It said the cost at that time was 15p a bar. I wonder what it will cost this time.
The sky was getting darker quickly and sooner tonight, compared to the previous few?
I got around to sorting out the mess on CorelDraw. It took me three hours to get things back to what and where I wanted them again. Humph!
THe last photo after I’d had my nosh. Which I definitely recall taking a photo of… but it has gone off into the ether of the camera again!
