So many again today. It is now gone 18:00hrs, and I have only just started on this blog!
The Major , was with the Ode creating. You wouldn’t believe how I was struggling with the graphic header above on CorelDraw without even starting on the ode-making itself! I’d eventually, after several hours, got it how I wanted it. Copied it and turned the copied version to BMP; I usually do this so I have a vector copy to restart over with, in case of errors, cock-ups etc., grammar-wise or colour-wise.
It was well into the afternoon by then.
I went to make a brew of tea, saw a fire through the kitchen window across Sherwood, and took some photographs of the smoke for this blog. When I returned to the computer… I deleted the Bitmap... and the Vector graphic. Not noticing at the time. Then, I spent hours doing the ode wording to try to get a bit of humour going, changing and tweaking it here and there, and eventually, I was satisfied that it was okay and error-free. Then, I realised the header graphics had both been deleted! Self-Hatred flourished! I never got caught up after that.
Gonna be a long day! – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
I awoke after another lousy night of odd dreams (Hence today’s Ode). Unaware of the upcoming disasters! I got the nocturnal Catheter pouch off, and as seems usual lately, I had to visit the Porcelain Throne. Ruled the evacuation, but not so bad as yesterday. I thought to myself, Ah, things might not be so bad today, a decent start… I should have known better, of course.
I returned to the itch-creating, bruise-giving, catheter-tube-tugging, crumb-decorated from my nocturnal nibblings, God-awfully uncomfortable, cringingly-grotty, no longer working, dirty beige recliner, anti-sleep designed, c1966, second-hand bought for £300, ten years ago from the charity shop, recliner. Noticing the six empty packets of Cheese Curls in the bin near the ottoman. I know I have many problems, , and the newly diagnosed but surely I should remember eating all those darned nibbles nocturnally? The mess of crumbs in the quilt cover and on the floor made me madder than ever with my nighttime feasting! What? Into the kitchen to get the potatoes in the crock-pot. I have now been cooking for 13 hours! I took a shot of the morning view. But it was not a very good one again. Oh, dearie me! Trotsky was bad to his worst, or best, whichever way you look at it. I can’t believe how many toilet rolls I’ve got through in the last few days!
I got the computer going and was still in semi-hopeful mode, hoping to get a move on with my blogging, which I was far behind with anyway. Got another photograph taken as the sky out there turned to a beautiful blue hue. I thought things were going so well with the CorelDrawing. Humph! I went to make another brew and took a shot. I’d sooner not go into detail here, as I was a bit angry with myself, putting it mildly. But after a while grafting away, I found my cock-up with the graphic headers! Grrr! Carer Kim did me today. A refreshing change to have someone who listens and laughs with me. Bless her! I spent so flipping long concentrating on trying to salvage the artwork (I couldn’t) and started all over again: It was not until the pains from the bladder told me, that I realised I’d let the day pouch overfill, and it had backed up.
I am off to the wet room this time to empty it, as I needed the Yet again! Another messy, time-consuming cleaning-up job! The sky and clouds were darkening already. But still looked beautiful to me.
I have to say, if I have to leave this flat to go into the care home, I’m so going to miss the views.I did my best to concentrate on the blog, but for some reason, I struggled. I spent far too long making corrections… well, making errors too, of course! Then a bit of excitement. I spotted what looked like a fire in the distance in Sherwood or Basford. I could see the blue lights, presumably from the fire engines. So fetched my to take some pictures of the smoke. It looked to be clean smoke coming from somewhere. Then suddenly, some brown smoke appeared. Got a decent photo of the brown stuff here. Nothing on the local news about any fire later on?. Closing the window after taking the photos, I knocked over the kitchen’s knife block of off the window ledge. Only a smidgeon of bleeding, which was soon stopped when I splashed on some Brut aftershave on both fingers. Made a start on the blogging yet again, but was feeling a little depressed suddenly. So, on seeing the sun setting, I took two more pictures of it. As bad as I felt emotionally, I still got pleasure from standing at the kitchenette window, looking at Nature’s display of power and beauty! A couple of hours later, I’d got the CorelDraw graphic redone. Carer Kimberley arrived, and that cheered me up. As she left, I took some more shots of the evening sky. The clouds had broken up. Letting the dying sun through. Bootiful! Though not particularly good photographs. The colour itself was unique to me. This last one on the right shows how quickly the cloud reappeared and the sun sank behind the horizon. Now prepare some food if the potatoes haven’t fallen to pieces with their marathon cooking session. Hehe! I hope to be back in the morning to catch up. TTFN.
Monday: I’m back. I got the fodder sorted out. I’d better put the puzzle result in here now. So I do not forget to put it on. It best me completely… Arithmaphobia, you see.
I got the spuds from the crock pot, dried them off, burnt them and cut a finger, then got the unskinned spuds bashed up in a mixing bowl. Add liquid sea salt, a sprinkle of basil, and a drop of blood from the finger, and put it into the oven for an hour or so to hopefully brown off. As the potato was nearly burnt enough for my tastes, I put some Walls sausages into the new red microwave cook pot for two minutes. Then put the disposable foil dish with the burnt nicely spuds & cheese onto the tray, and I added the sausages, two ready-sliced cobs, a pot of sauce dip, and a tub of lemon mousse.
did the last call. Ointmentated the leg wounds for me. Little chat while she issued the medications, thanked her, and off she went. Bless her!
As tired as I was, and believe me, I felt drained, and sure that Sweet Morpheus would be no bother tonight. Huh! Was I wrong! (Yes, I was!) I must have been in the c1966, £300 charity shop bought, second-hand, wincingly grotty, beige coloured, not working, crumb-covered from the nocturnal nibblings, itch-making, uncomfortable, virus-breeding, easy-to-fall-out-of, recliner, for well over 7 hours. I fell asleep dozens of times, but the waking-ups seemed much more frequent. Come my usual stirring back into imitation-life time, was spent dozing and waking up again. I resisted the temptation to get up for about an hour or so, still feeling physically drained. I felt . With a decent flow this time, so was forced to get up, clean things up, and get fresh PPs on again. Worra Night! Why was the night so broken, sleep-wise, with no dreams, nightmares or even any hassle?
First things: Escaped the £300, second-hand, c1968, cringingly-beige-coloured, not-working, rickety recliner. Balance exercises, then…
This sad photo was taken from the kitchenette window. Supposedly, a close-up of Cavendish Avenue. Then, I tried to get a decent view of the horizon
Consistent!
Had a mug of J.S. red label Ex-Strong tea
arrived. No socks or strappings were needed, as I intended to get a shower later. But this didn’t happen. Humph! I asked the lad if he could help me with assembling of the table. Negative response. But I still gave him his treats, as usual. Bless him!
Bit of a change here…
Catching up with the blog for Friday. For about three hours of error-ridden writing.
Visit four: Another variation on an old theme.
Another attempt at a decent photo as it got lighter.
I nearly got caught out when the day punch suddenly filled up again. A little dark, still, too.
Hours later, I nipped out on the balcony to view the end car par mudslide. Shrinking back again. It might be gone soon if we do not get any more rain, perhaps?
Called. We had a little natter and treat sharing. No painkillers are needed.
Then, I decided to make an early meal. Surimi sticks, tomatoes, beetroot, chips, cobs, with a side of Chop sauce. Not bad at all.
Slurped! Ice cream followed.
I was drained, and I put the computer in ‘sleep mode’ and fell blissfully asleep… for five minutes or so. Tormenting, teasing dreams that even I could barely understand flowed for a couple of hours or more. Constantly bursting awake… Yet seemed to go back to sleep immediately? It was as if I wanted, needed, I had to, involuntarily, get back to the nightmares. Oddest few hours mentally than I’ve had for weeks! I’m certain that I was talking to myself all the way through! The need for yet another visit to the Throne was welcomed. Bad as it was, it broke my determination to try to get back to the mental turmoil of sleep. How messy… but welcome?
Late sunset photos were taken. Lovely shade on view. Tried a little closer. Then, to the left slightly.
Carer arrived; I was out of reality; I could not even remember who called. I found a set of Health Check figures in the morning, so I must have taken his B.P. I think it may have been Victor or Israel? I’ll publish the latest in the morning.
Hunger Again – I’m eating far too much lately! Frustration? – Depression? – FND? Naughty!
Then, five minutes afterwards… Didn’t want to flush away?
Through balcony from in flat. Same shot without flash on.
Checked WC, and I forced the evacuated product to disappear this time.
. called, sorted the meds, and got the leg and ankle strappings fitted.
Two shots from the kitchen. Not very good ones… again!
Ocado arrived. Thompson’s Teas, favourite biscuits, mushroom risotto, and a pot of bicarinate of soda. Microwave cooking pot, chips, potato cakes, surinami sticks. And some M&S ready-prepared Scallops! Beetroot, sauces, soda water, and crab! Somehow I got them in the fridge.
End car park mudslide shrivelling!
From inside the balcony. Not much rain today.
I think they must have lasted on and off for three hours or maybe more. I sort of returned to reality in actuality, and was taking the cooked scallops out of the oven, with Carer Chris, in the other room on his mobile. I sat down to eat the scallops on their own. I’d eaten all bar four of them and remembered to take a photograph for the blog. My limited conversation with Chris is a little vague. They tasted alright.
Washed the pots and put the TV on, The Vicar of Dibley was showing. When I remembered that Carer Sam had called earlier. I’m sure I mentioned my problem with the finances and direct debits, maybe told her about the text messages and emails from the bank, concerned about my financial status. Asking me to contact them. I need to arrange for to go with me as she is the appointed go-between with the bank. For her to call them to make an appointment and arrange lifts for me, for when she will be available to help me. I assume this was spoken about, but… maybe not?
The last Carer Call was by Carer Chris. I was with it when he arrived this time. I took this snap of him, giving me the ‘Glare’ expression with a lingering smile in there somewhere. Haha!
Late-night shots.
I think I may have used this one before? Being a clog-head has its advantages. It’s just that I’ve not found them yet!
My body decided I needed a meal, so I made one.
Not all that good, but I’ve made worse ones over the many Antagonistic, Fearful, Depressed, Angsty, Anxious, Accifauxpas-ridden, Failure-infested, Lonely, Mentally Festering, and Medically Monsooned last few years. Don’t I sound cheerful? Hehehe!
Amalgamated the waste bins. Amalgamated, I like that word. Hehe!
And.
Legs creamed. Whoever mopped the floor last had put the mop away without washing it. So, (No cleaner this week, holidays?) I washed it and then tried to mop the floor a bit… Part-way through. Stung, then gave way. I pulled my back as I grabbed for the handrail, and that was the end of my mopping-up session. Then, I made sure of that. Got the new PPs on. After a struggle and a little foul language
Put some thick-skinned red potatoes in the crock-pot. Plan to have these later, with the smoked haddock and some garden peas. We’ll see how it goes. My EQ is telling me it will be messy for some reason? He’s rarely wrong.
Got the diabetic socks and leg straps on. He did a decent job of it. I asked him to take the laundry down for me, please.
I got the computer on, hoping to update yesterday’s blog without too many complications.
The JS order that was meant for next week arrived. I am worried about my constant cock-ups! Treats galore! The smoked haddock was the star of the delivery. I hope to follow Sister Jane and Neighbour Jenny’s instructions and make a decent meal with it. Why did I get Pickling vinegar? What did I think I was ordering? Has , along with finally taken over my brain? I just wondered. The fridge was near bursting point. (Wait until tomorrow?) Topped up the Nurses & Carers Treats shelves.
The smoked Haddock pack. The bottom of the smoked Haddock pack. Made this above to see the instructions clearly.
Pressed on with the blogging.
Trip number two.
Taken through the balcony windows.
Pressed on with the blogging. Well... I say blogging is more like correcting grammatical mistakes and fixing my corrections later. If you see what I mean?
I was surprised later to see how the mudslide was so big. I’m sure that we had less rain today.
I got the oven heating up and consulted my notes on cooking the haddock meal before starting on it… and a problem of sorts arose! I thought I’d got a roll of Asda Kitchen Foil out, and when I opened it up to judge the size needed for the haddock bits to go into… I observed it was, indeed, called not foil, but ‘baking parchment’? One side seemed to be foil, and the other was like brown paper? Which way around am I supposed to use it to wrap the fish? It was getting late now, but I tried ringing neighbour & friend Jenny and Sister Jane for advice on this cooking issue. But could not get through to either. So, decided to wrap it with the foil on the inside. I prepared everything and spotted a chimney fire through the window… Out came . They were not very good attempts, were they? Tsk!
I reconcentrated on cooking the meal. The fish needed 15 minutes in the oven, the potatoes needed to be taken out of the slow cooker and sliced, and the peas in the saucepan could go onto the plate. I’d been hoping but looking forward to this nosh since the delivery arrived. I put the dishes in the sink to soak as I went along. And Wallah! Got it served!
The fish might have been a smidge undercooked, but it was good enough for me. The lemon juice and butter came through in the taste. Two minutes into the eating… The landline burst forth. It was neighbour Jenny ringing back, cause she missed my earlier call. I wanted to get back to the meal but quickly asked her about the Baking, not aluminium foil. She’d never heard of it before. Bless her for ringing back. Back to the meal. Another two minutes later… The landline burst forth. It was Sister Jane ringing back, cause she missed my earlier call. I wanted to get back to the meal but quickly asked her about the Baking, not aluminium foil. She’s never heard of it. Then gave me instructions on how to cook the haddock. A little late, mind. Hahaha! Bless her for ringing back, too. The meal was as good as cold when I got back to it. Oddly, I still enjoyed it, even if not hot. Hehe!
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – I thought things might get a little better today… To support my vain hopes, I did pray, Not seriously, or to a silly degree… Yet I thought the Angels had heard me… I begged for the day to go hassle-free! The chemist rang from the dispensary… The nurse phoned to be with me on Wednesday, Carer Kara to do my checks, financially, Made a mess of my order from J Sainsbury, Phoned Sister Jane; she was away, My Doctor called, I’ve got a Vitamin F deficiency, New tablets will be sent by the Pharmacy… I can’t recall all that happened, dearie me! Oh, I let the hot tap run, ending up coldly… That’s how it goes when I decide to pray! – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
Oh, heck, darker this time.
Got up really early and escaped the clutches of 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, pungently aromad Catheter-tube-trapping, recliner. And a rare spurt of enthusiasm overcame me. Not for long! As I was washing the mug I’d missed from last night, I decided to get a stand-up wash and shave early cause the food was arriving between 6-7:00hrs, and I wanted to make a start on the blog catch-up before it arrived. Another plan snipered! I thought I heard the weak tinkling from the intercom. Thinking I may have misread the clock, and the Asda man was at the door. Off to the hallway, but there were no lights on the intercom. But did I get back to cleaning up the pottery? No! Instead, I went in the wet room and first thing… Which took a while to clean up.
Early photo. Later photo.
Then, I started to get ready to get the shaving done… The hot water had gone cold! Yes, I’d done it again and left the faucet running!. I was a smidgeon worried about it, but had no choice other than to boil a saucepan and kettle and to use and carry it from the kitchen to the wet room repeatedly. However, it was like a miracle… I did not have any visits from, or . No. Not even a single knee collapsing from or , while carrying the hot water! And during the shave, only two minor nicks!!! I finished the stand-up washing, and as I left the wet room, I made sure the tap was off, thinking how well I’d coped with the water-lugging without injury! . Then, as I was going through the door… I clouted my right shoulder against the door frame, setting off …there’s more… I realised I had not put my spectacles on, which may have had something to do with my shoulder charging the door frame, and I went back into the wet room to get the spectacles. I sneezed as I was reaching for them, and an . I groped about to get a hold of them, which I did, and the left lens shot out of the frame as I did! I took this photo of the state of my poor face after I’d untangled myself from the wheeled trolley and mop bucket. I did feel, and look like a fool! At least the right leg looked a lot better.
I got the dressing gown on but no socks, ankle, or leg strappings yet. Until the Carer arrives.
The Asda PPs were put on. Then I got the computer on and went through the most farcical hour of struggling and getting things wrong while on CorelDraw. I’m not sure why, but I was in trouble with how to do specific actions – that I usually do every day on CorelDraw. I got myself into a mess with it. At that stage, I chimed out and walked. Who was not pleased that I needed the diabetic socks and leg strappings put on. It was the end of his shift, and the poor lad was looking weary; I felt a bit guilty. But I told him not to bother with the ankle straps. At least that saved him a little time. Rich got the socks and straps on; he didn’t moan when I told of the morning’s terrible start for me and my current out-of-state. Hehehe!
The Asda delivery arrived. It’s not one of the best I’ve had; I’ll tell Ayer why… A big open, I struggled to get the bags into the kitchen. Above is the meat with two days of use-by life left on it as it was delivered. Some of the yoghourts had one day! Drink treats and my Soda water. Good stock of spring waters & cordials. Good choice in sauces. Cheapo cleaners. The top half of the fridge. The bottom half. Fridge door.
I gave up on making progress with the blog and gave Sister Jane a ring. But no answer, then I realised it was early for her, not an early riser. But she can stay up late and go to concerts, shows etc. So it’s only natural the gal will sleep in a bit. Hehe!
I was going onto the balcony, taking a break from the mess with the computing I’d got into, and a suddenly erupted. Luckily, I was near the £300 second-hand shop I purchased, c1966, welt-causing, uncomfortable, not-working, itch-inspirational, crumb-containing recliner. And diverted my route to the floor enough to land on the seat with a thud. , the result was . Off to the wet room for . It bled so much that I had to change the PPs. But I did get the fresh ones on easily enough for once. . An up and down, sort of day!
Rest was at a premium! Sister Jane rang back, and we had a long natter, which I enjoyed. Then I went back out on the balcony and took many photos of the views. The first one, I foolishly opened the window to take of the end car park mudslide… The others were taken through the glass; as soon as I’d left the wet room to change the rain-soaked wet dressing gown and slippers. Har-Har! The window I’d closed earlier. The next window is to the left. The next window is on the left. The last front window. The left end window. But this downpour only lasted for another hour, but none since. (Returned overnight)
A call came in on my aged mobile Nokia. It was tough to hear what the man was saying. It was either someone from the Doctor’s Surgery or the Pharmacy. I asked him if he could call back on the landline and gave him the new number, which he was alright with and did for me. Much more transparent… not clear, but far less fuzzy and tinny-echoing. He was ringing to do a Prescription Update. The first thing he told me was that my last blood test showed that I was critically low in Vitamin B7-12. He is arranging for some new tablets to counter this. I’m to take one a day for a month. I couldn’t hear what they were called. Then I asked about the site with the Finasteride’s, that they were to reduce the size of the Prostate, and the specialist told me to take them for a month only, and it is now about 7 months, and I’m still on them. Explaining I’m just checking. He said he would talk to the Doctor about it and get back to me later. Then we reviewed the other tablets, creams and medicines I’m taking, how many, and when I’m given them. And are they helping? I’d no idea, reminding him of my having and now, . He was forbearing with me. He rang off, and I got another telephone call, minutes later; after five days without a call, I was feeling good about this.
I got a call yet again on the landline! It was from my heavenly treasure, known to me as Nurse Hristina, from the DVT Antithrombosis Haematology Clinic, to say she would call in the morning to take a blood sample for the Warfarin INR and Vitamin Deficiency. My ailments are mounting up!
Yet another landline call came in! Yes! The pharmacist, or whatever he is, gave the prescription questions earlier. But, I’ve forgotten what it was he said now. ?
I looked online for suggestions of what food has the most Vitamin B. Mackerel, Crabs and Scallops the last one had the highest amount. So I ordered some from Ocado for Friday, with other bits. Just in case the tablets do not arrive. I rang Sister Jane to ask her how to cook Scallops.
Carer Chris did the last call, not that there was much to do. I’d not eaten yet; walking about with the nocturnal pouch being carried while cooking is not an option for me and is dangerous. So he got to go home early. No sign of my lost laundry yet. Going to get some nosh sorted now.
Nosh Sorted! Tomatoes, Green tomato pickled salad. Wholemeal bread with no-butter butter slices. Potato rissoles, and a tangy mandarin yoghourt. It looked good, but it didn’t taste good at all! But I was a little depressed.
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – The FND symptoms were worse today, Reflux Roger with the airway,
Hassle from Catheter Cathy,
Glaucoma Gladys, hard to see!
Again, no one telephoned me,
Puerility, self-hostility, and humility,
More Whoopsiedangleploppery,
Inchys Fungal Lesion bloody…
The lapsing muddy memory,
Help from Joanne & Marie…
They were searching for my lost laundry,
The laundry location? Another mystery…
My mind & body mode? Inadequacy!
I had moments of feeling lonely!
A Thought Storming Steve, argie-bargie,
Life’s inadequacy, inarticulacy, indeterminacy,
Talking of me having a Zimmer yesterday?
I wonder if I could manage a Segway? – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – Up late this morning, and still only got 5 hours kip.
Great healthy colouring!
A blurry first photo.
Later and lighter. With the moon lingering?
Brew and computering.
For the next three hours, yet bits I recall very well. Carer Marie arrived and helped me search the flat for the missing laundry bag that I felt had not yet been returned. No luck. And Marie and Joanne returned, on their tea breaks, to give the flat a good rummage looking for the bag. Bless them! No signs.
Fatigued and confused, I stopped blogging and made a meal. Recall taking a photo of it, but it didn’t make it to the SD card. Another of the Mysteries of Woodthorpe Court, with the hobgoblins, spectres, gnomai, phantasms, ghosts, the grotesque succubae, extraterrestrials, ectoplasms, spirits, or the Fata Morganas, that have been sent to taunt, irritate and terminate my already limited saneness of mind?
Washed the pots. And took three snaps of the stainless, yes, I said rainless view on offer from the kitchen window. Hehehe! To the left. The suspected cannabis growers dwellings. Straight ahead. Showing the house that had been having improvements done now for about eight months on their roof extensions. A rare sight to see any workers working, but one saw one today.
To the right, behind the beautiful tree copse.
Carer Victor did the last two calls. I took his Health Checks on the next to last call.
A confusing day. Mind Blanks, drifting off into sleep, even when on the computer. I’d had the longest unbroken sleep for ages, yet this did nothing to curb the drooping eyes, lack of concentration and endless run of depression bouts, varying between a few minutes, and hours. I have been nibbling all day long, never eaten so much in a day for many a month. Generally feeling fatigued without cause or reason.
0400hrs; Woke up, and just laid there, almost unthinkingly, in the itch-creating, bruise-giving, catheter-tube-tugging, crumb-decorated from my nocturnal nibblings, God-awfully uncomfortable, cringingly-grotty, no longer working, dirty beige recliner, anti-sleep designed, c1966, second-hand bought for £300, ten years ago from the charity shop. Four what must have been an hour or so. Joined by , which I don’t think bothered me too much at the time. It felt like having a video playing repetitively in my head, over several mistakes and bad options I’d taken many years ago. I surrendered any resistance, considering myself worthy of the self-lambasting verbal flow.
A good shade this morning.
Three early morning views. The high moon in the amazingly light sky.
When I got back to the kitchen, the sky seemed to have gotten a lot, very grown much darker? Or, did I set wrongly? Closer up. Even closer.
Not sure why I took this one.
I mosied along to the computer and got myself in a pickle, as I made so many errors, unfelt key depressions, and ended up having to close each open programme, and restart, in the hopes of getting the keyboard that I’d some-buggered up. Miraculously, when I rebooted it was working again.
This temporarily cheered me up.
I went out on the balcony to try and take a shot of the end car park, now seemingly permanent mudslide.
A pad patch here. Two hours at least. I’d just become aware of things, and a new Carer Called. I hope she does again, too. , a lovely gal. She introduced herself, and got the leg strappings on, and sorted the medications for me.
Well, blanks, really. Several over about an hour
I can recall taking this shot. I was in a depression at the time; the keyboard was playing up again… or maybe was, or both of us?
A Carer called, who and when I’m not certain. But after she or he had been, I deflated spiritually and physically. The computer turned off, and I got an early meal made. I swear I thought I’d taken two photos of that meal, recalling that the first one was so bad, that I took another one. But much, much later, hours later, after my failed attempts at sleeping or watching TV, when I got around to putting the photographs on the blog, it was on the card. Yet, the photo of the ice cream I had for desserts, was there on the SD card? !
The attempt to get to sleep failed. So, I tried watching TV. That failed and became so annoying, I got all agitated with myself. I get have few nodding-offs of a minute or so. No phone calls came in all day. Which is not unusual, but this brought on another depression and bouts of self-pity. I am having a bad day. Cheered when I had an Email from HRH Lisa. ♥
I literally sat there afterwards, with the TV pointlessly on, not being controllable, as, indeed, my mind was in a similar position, hazy.
I decided to get back on the computer again and I might as well stay up to get some New Year fireworks shots taken. But my confidence in getting any is minimal, to say the least. But I’ll try, but will I cope with falling asleep and missing them… or the shots coming out badly? Which is likely, as I type this, my old friend is kicking off, and not showing any signs of stopping yet.
Pressed on with this blog, to get as much done as I can before the planned fireworks photographicalisationing begins. If I don’t fall asleep! I didn’t. I think I was doing graphics for the blogs for a couple of hours, but it was going excruciatingly slow. The late Carer removed the ankle and leg strappings and ointmentated the lower legs. They were not painful at all during the day but started itching away on removal. Resisting scratching was a hard job. Hehe! However, they were a lot better than they had been lately, so a positive at last. The only pain was from the ingrowing toenail toe, that I proceeded to make worse by stubbing it on the £300 second-hand shop bought, c1966. moth-eaten, bedraggled, grotty, cringingly-beige-coloured, much-dilapidated, crumb-containing from my nocturnal nibblings, bug-ridden, itch-inspiring, not working recliner leg. It seems to be going a darker colour and bent more now?
Around 23:00hrs, I tried to take a decent shot of the end car park mudslide; you can just make it out.
The time (midnight) came for me to attempt to take the New Year fireworks photos from the kitchen window. Unbelievably bad shots they were too!
For a New Year, suitably so, Artistic, but not a Gainsborough, Showing a hint of fe-fi-fo?
As into the New Year, we flow… As a sage, these things I know,
Sunak Rishi will have to go… A defeated Tory will whistle-blow! The little boats will exceedingly grow… For Starmer, a coming body blow! He will become a confused Pinocchio, World War instigated via Moscow,
President Xi Jinping, China, also!
Arms Oligarchs’ wealth, will overflow,
The West will lose its limited Mojo,
Europe will ban alcohol & tobacco…
Legalise Cocaine, & Heroin, taxed though,
Then replace football with Subutteo, Europe will become the last Alamo, The smaller free word, ran by the Mafioso! Of course, this is all rubbish – Cheerio!
Another bite to eat. Two slices of plain bread, with one… Gorgeous early morning supper!
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – A bad day i Zn just one way. Memory Blanks. What the heck I’d been doing for nearly four hours, remains a mystery. Other than taking photographs which were all taken without the SD card in the camera, I remember the internet going down… well, the Google Browser, I think. Good job I got the extra intro items done before the blackouts. So any blank spaces are because the memory is blank. Sorry, but I can recall some of the earlier stuff… I hope.
Better colour this morning.
Carer Christopher arrived. Leggings and medications
I washed the food containers. Then myself.
Early kitchen view.
Later kitchen view. The rain was back again.
End car park mudslide.
Two hours later, as I was cooking the meal, I realised I’d lost endless photos by not seeing the warning on Kodak Tim. Huh! New batteries were put in, and finished making the meal, then photographed it. Tomatoes with extra passata with basil. Misshaped bits of bacon and soy mini sausages.
Google went to pot, windows with moving and flashing numbers next to each line that I couldn’t understand anyway. I thought I’d photograph it in case someone can tell me. Froze eventually.
I gave up, turned everything off and put the TV on.
Fell asleep for two hours.
Tried the computer again, but no-go!
Carer Joanne arrived with another gal. We had a laugh, although I had to force it a little.
Getting dark now, I gave it a go on the computer, and by Jimminee, it was working? So I got on with this blog while I could. But just when I thought things were getting better, an unexpected drainage of willpower, contention and interest hit me. I just turned off and sat down in a weary mind full of haze and confusion. Not good this.
– – Or Political? – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – 04:05hrs: I woke up, bursting into singing, badly out aloud; Oh, What a Beautiful Morning … Oh, all right then... I realised I needed a good shave and wash when I sniffed my torso as I got up to release the nocturnal catheter pouch. Hehe!. The urine was a little dark again. I was hobbling a smidge dodgily. I went into the kitchen, with the usual fear coming on that I’d find the hot tap or stove had been left on, but all was clear. As I took a photo of the high-in-the-sky moon. I made a right mess of that one. Tried again… This one was not a lot better.
Getting the diabetic socks off was not easy, and twice, I nearly took a tumble trying to get back upright after each sock was clawed off the legs. It had to happen, of course, as I tripped on the leg quilt that I had taken off. Somewhat painfully, although I didn’t hit the deck, managing to lean toward the itch-creating, bruise-giving, catheter-tube-tugging, crumb-decorated from my nocturnal nibblings, God-awfully uncomfortable, cringingly-grotty, no longer working, dirty beige recliner, anti-sleep designed, c1966, second-hand bought for £300, ten years ago from the charity shop, which broke my fall.
. This displays my stupidity, as I was about to go to the wet room to have a stand-up wash and shave, thus washing off the Germolene in the process. Humph!
Off to the wet room. First things first… Yellowy, runny, stinky! Above all, it was messy!
I’d got the larger Morrisons PPs on and set about removing them along with the dried blood from , after he’d been tugged at by the . The crusted haemoglobin broke, and red flowed down my leg onto the floor. I had to clean it up before starting shaving, in case I slipped on it. That’s two close calls this morning. At the back of my mind, I knew a third was due. A good job. I rose early again. But had to rush things a little in case the Carer called early.
Got the floor cleaned and started to get the shaving done. Things went well today. Just one teeny-weeny nick on the ear hole. But not for long... Putting the razors away and dropping them both it was a deja vu again! I hit my forehead on the edge of the sink, and noticed, somehow, I’d missed it earlier when shaving, but the red-eye was back again. Well, that was the third out of the way.
Dressing gown back on; it was a little cold without the strappings and socks on. But not for long… Ten minutes later, arrived. She Germolened the right leg for me first off. Then got the diabetic sock on for me, and we got the leg straps on between us. She did a good job of them. Then she issued the medications for me. She’s spent a little longer with me than usual due to the extra fittings needed, and she had to rush off. Bless her. Did a good job all around.
I was on the blogging, and doing well, I thought. Suddenly it was three hours later, and called on me. I was in a bit of a state of losing the memory of what I’d been doing for so long, and I mentioned the FND symptoms, of which memory loss is included, and she listened to me, which was nice. She took the laundry down with her for me.
After she’d departed, I made a brew of Glengettie.
Then returned to the computer to see what I’d been doing for hours. I came across a cloud photo that I must have taken earlier too. This inspired me to take a look at the end car park mudslide, and I took this. The pool had shrunken a little.
The leggings had not slipped. Mariam had done a good job on them this morning.
I made another mug of tea, and to my surprise, turned up. Where had the time gone? I was not concentrating at all.
No rush, I related the FND findings, but each time I looked at him he was on his mobile phone. Hehe! Nothing unusual with that. I was getting things off my chest to anyone who’d listen today. Even those who didn’t listen. Hahaha!
It is not advisable to think that because things like & have occurred three times in a day, and you have prevailed, it does not mean the fourth will not be the start of the next three. If you get my grift? I decided to get the oven heating up for the sausage and roast potatoes to be cooked for the daily meal later on. I dropped the tray of potatoes, oh Woe… The dish landed on my ingrowing toenail toe, Slipped, retrieving each potato… On the oven, I banged my elbow, Got them in the oven, on the wrong regulo, And I’ve lost my remaining libido! Hehehe!
Do not be idle like wot I was, and buy any Asda prepared frozen roasting potatoes for any meal. You will not like them unless you like the flavour of mushy-crushed cardboard. I imagine if anyone ate them, they would end up with tummy aches, as wot I did. And I only ate four of them before dishing the others in the waste bin, post haste. Although Not Glorious This Time!
Washing the pots, and the view on offer from the kitchenette widow, although a little dull with the clouds, was still Bootiful! Then a closer Kodak Tim shot was taken. A charm in this one?
A day of lack of concentration, depression, mistakes and frustrations. However, I did get some graphics done in advance. But it took me that long to achieve; the night and darkness had fallen, and I did little else all day. No shower or shave, no cooking or eating. I just got carried away with making the graphics and odeing. I couldn’t help it. The depression convinced me to do what I enjoy doing cause nothing is going to help my memory, dizziness, loss of balance and confusion. It is at this moment, 18:20hrs. And I’m just starting this blog going. So, it will be another scarcity of details. Mainly cause I’m so tired and cannot remember much of what has happened! Sorry! Gonna be another lack of sleep night, methinks.
04:14hrs: Woke up. It seemed a good idea, but I don’t know why I bothered!
Nocturnal urine was a bit lighter.
Started by sorting the waste bags into one.
The plan was to get a shower & shave, so I left off the leg and ankle straps when Carer Richard arrived. When I asked him not to put them on, I asked if he could please ring my landline, as I’d not had any calls coming in and was worried that Liberty-Global may have gone off again. I gave him the wrong number and cheered him up. He verbally suggested that I was a nuisance – he was right. I found the correct number, and he rang again; the first one I gave him was for the Audio Clinic. Tsk! The landline rang. Thus, it made me feel much better that no one had rung me for four days. Humph! Sulk! Hehe!
I am off to the wet room for the only visit up till now of this very wet, rainy Thursday. Hey-Ho!
I took a half-decent shot to the moon as I made a brew of Glengettie… Dropped the mug, broke the mug, cleaned up the mug, and cut my hand doing so, and depression kicked off, along with self-anger. Apart from getting in a tangle with computer blogging, I did little apart from taking photos of the rain all day into the evening. Self-Pitying Paul visited.
Making another mug of tea later, I thought about cleaning up the mess in the kitchenette window ledge. That’s as far as it got… thinking about it. Boy, was I in a low mood today? Yes, that is the answer.
I topped up the Carers & Nurses nibble box.
I took three rainy photos later from the balcony. To the left, it was lighter as the sun was trying to rise. Then, straight ahead.
Took the one above a couple of hours later.
An hour later, A depressed and only semi-interested Inchy took a snap of the end car park mudslide.
Later, I spotted a chap from the flats on his disability scooter going up the gravel path to the park. He was driving along like Stirling Moss. The legal limit for these is 8 mph, but he was rattling away at well over that speed and uphill. If I get one, I’ll ask him where he got this one from.
. I took another shot of the same area as I did about two hours ago. The watery mud must have doubled in size! If the rain doesn’t stop soon, folks will need waders, maybe even a snorkel, to get to their car! Hehe!
. Getting dark now, but the rain had stopped.
I tried to take three shots of the late evening view. Not good this one… Not good, but better than the first? Ah, well!
I didn’t, and not much wiser now that I’ve seen the rings on this explanation, what’s different about the yellow glove? Ah, I’ve gorrit now!
Bread at last! I got the bread, all but one loaf, into the freezer to last me until next week’s Asda delivery. The tomato sauce I ordered turned out to be something else. It warned on the label that it was an extra pungent chilli sauce. I’ll give that away! The Danish loaf (substituted for Milk Roll bread) was eaten later with the evening meal.
I put some honeyed parsnips in the oven. And a can of curried beans, with tomato & basil sauce, and a suitable splashing of the Beetroot Borscht into the pan. Adding some gammon slices cut up. Slurp!
Carer Israel arrived as I was serving it up. No ankle or leg straps to take off. He gave me medications and attached the Catheter Nocturnal bag extension to the day bag. Nice lad!
