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Woke in the usual jerking fashion. I am concerned about getting things done in time and in the correct order for the trip to the EENT hospital and, if possible, getting the Wednesday blog finished and posted to give me a chance to make a start on today’s blog, tonight.
That doesn’t read right, does it?
Grabbed the Kodak and took some shots of the legs & feet.
I think I took this one by mistake…
A close-up of the feet showed they were still of a different colouration to each other. The ankle ulcer looks like it just might be coming back again. Nothing new there!
Removed the night pouch from the day bag.
03:25hrs: I was up and ready to take on the world… well, I felt okay compared to the last two mornings. The thought of getting out into the world from this flat possibly encouraged me, although I am still concerned about whether or not they will do the Cataract procedure. Odds at 50/50 methinks, if the Blepharitis has not cleared up. Please be cleared up! Off to the wet room to get the ablutioning done.
This took me an hour and a half. The shaving did not go well. Cuts and a terribly bad job done, too. Humph!
All done, although not successfully, I decided to take some photos from the hallway when I got out of the wet room.
Outside the wet room.
Hallway end rubbish and the three-wheeled-walker. That’ll need sorting with the things I need to take with me.
To my right, the kitchenette.
Ott he waste bag sorted and put near the front door.
Carer Richard arrived. He’s nearly done; just a few more calls to make. He looked weary to me.
Did some blogging with
Went down six times in half an hour.
Readied the three-wheeler, and got dressed, then had a quick rinse in the wet room. Emptied the catheter pouch before leaving the flat. Don’t want to get caught out!
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Awaited the Link lift in the foyer.
The day’s events…
Set off to wait for the minibus.
We arrived eventually, as we were taking a scenic route so the driver could pick up another passenger en route on Derby Road from a care home. No photos cause I was belted in and could not get at Kodak Kevin in the trolley.
Only managed to get one photo inside the EENT.
It was a busy visit this time. I started by going to the wrong reception to sign in… Someone saw me looking lost, and I showed her the paperwork, which did not mention the ‘D’ floor. I should have gone up to the ‘D’ floor, so I went up to the ‘D’ floor.
The lady took me into a waiting area, where I waited. A small room with a TV on, only one free seat, where I sat, and my three-wheeled Trolley blocked the other patient’s view of the TV. I got the crossword book out. Later, I was collected and taken through another waiting area into a room to have the eye tested for Blepharitis and signed a form consenting to the operation. Then, back to the small waiting area, where the patients were all watching the TV – but had to sit on the same seat as before and block their view again. I mentioned en route, that my catheter bag was getting full.
Next, another nurse collected me, taking me into the big waiting area. The lady reviewed the details and asked many questions about my health and living habits? No idea why, but I told her the truth. She made up two different wristbands and put them on me… She noticed the Warfarin tab, then went through all the others I’d got on
We then went through each one. She decided that because I didn’t know the last blood test INR level, she took me to the DVT Anticoagulation place, insisting she take me in a trolley seat. Leaving Three-Wheeled_Walker Walter at the mercy of the honesty of the others still waiting. I mentioned en route that my catheter bag was getting full.
The DVT Anticoagulation took the test, and it returned much lower than it has been lately. Which was good!
I was pushed back to the large waiting area and got the crossword book from the trolley, but not for long. Another nurse arrived, a lovely lady, took me into another small room and questioned me about who diagnosed the Cognitive Impairment. I told her about Highbury Hospital, Adult Mental Care, and how they changed their mind to CI from Dementia. She showed interest in this, and another nurse was summoned and asked me more questions. Where do you live? Why are you not walking soundly? Told them of the Peripheral Neuropathy. They wondered where this was confirmed and what tests were done. I told them, by the neurologists at the Mary Potter Center.
The first nurse returned and went back to the other large waiting area.
Where what was going to happen was explained to me. Then, the anaesthetist joined us in the waiting area. They told me that because the left eye had nuclear & cortical cataracts, they would inject different local anaesthetics in both regions. Oh. Good!
Back to the small waiting area. Still only the one seat available for me to use, the TV blocker! I think I heard the groans when they saw me coming back in! Hehehe! But not for long; I was walked into the operating area five minutes later.
Inserting the local anaesthetics was much more painful than when I had the other eye done. But I had been warned. The procedure made me jump a smidgeon on a couple in quick succession, and I was rightly reprimanded and told not to move.
It took a lot longer than the right eye.
A lady escorted me back to the larger waiting area, where I was given a biscuit and mug of tea. I couldn’t drink the weak, warm, tasteless tea, but thankfully, I dunked the two biscuits in it. Hehe!
There was no chance of seeing the crossword clues, so I sat and analysed those around me. There were around 12 other after-procedure patients, many with carers and family with them.
The time was getting close to the arranged pick-up from Easy-Link. So I got up and tried to work out the way back to the lifts, and a nurse asked me… “Whatever are you doing?” I’m off. I said! “You’ve not been released yet!” I apologised. She got me the needed paperwork, eye drops and instruction notes. While doing this, I suffered a rather perky but short-lived 
, which drew a lot of attention to me. Nurses came out of the woodwork to see if I was alright and were amazed when I told them I get these almost daily; they can have me over, give me a tumble, but this one was nae bother; I’d the reception desk to cling onto. The nurse rattled out instructions to me about tending to the eye. At least I think that was what she was saying. She then escorted me to the lift and the main doors. Bless her cotton socks!
Arrived as I was leaving the building. Spot-on! Following are the photographs I took through the windows of the minibus. Where memories were prompted, I’ve revealed them. Haha!
Leaving the hospital to Lenton Lane.
Towards Derby Road.
Side street off Derby Road.
Another side street off Derby Road.
Derby Road nearing Canning Circus.
I spotted that the old TA HQ was abandoned, vandalised, and very sad. Not that my memories of that building are anything worthwhile; I only visited it twice. But it brought back the days of my youth and my signing on… the best thing in my life up to then! Great fun and well-paid!
Huntingdon Street into the city.
Above & below…
The oh, so changed Shakespeare Street. The long-gone fire station and another abandoned building.
Left onto Mansfield Road.
A little further up…
Last Mansfield Road shot as we turned right into Woodborough Road. I recalled the old days with the trolleybuses. Even the blue-coloured Notts & Derby trolleybuses ran this route.
Huntingdon Street.
Mapperley Tops.
As the rain came, the chap dropped me back at the flats.
I got swiftly out of the rain and into the foyer.
Taking this selfie in the lift on the way up. With taking this in the reflection of the shiny wall, I thought at first they’d done the wrong eye for me. Hehehe!
I got inside, put the trolley in the corner, and emptied 
urine pouch.
I was sorting out what Carer Kara needed for the medical changes – the eye drops starting again, the hospital’s instruction, and a copy to go to the doctor.
Put the drops on the Carers table along with notes.
As I went to get the drops from the three-wheeler, Carer Marie came in the door. I explained about the eye drops starting over again. Then she issued the medications for me. Nice gal.
I got on with updating this blog. Up to now, the smoke & mirrors number-benders, known as…
and…
have only been down for…
I got this far and then got a nosh prepared…
For hungry I am! I took the photo with the SD card left in the computer reader slot. It looked fantastic on the Kodak screen. Carer Marie read the instructions on the ready meals, both three minutes, in the microwave, so that made it easier.
But they came out well undercooked. Horrible!
Taste Rating: 1/10! Made up for this with some bags of cheesy curls, a banana and an iced lolly.
Soon settled 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, and sleep came easily – No nocturnal Thought Storms!
Each time I shot awake, the eye was more painful. Humphs!
TTFNski!
Taken my Carer Marie for me!
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produced some action this morning. Fair enough, it was phooey, sticky, falling apart on hitting the water, khaki-coloured mini-torpedoes that evacuated with ease and no pain. Yet somehow produced a little blood to decorate the WC and my bum and legs.
my toe on the floor cabinet corner when I bent down to clean the blood from the WC. No bother, of course, not for the hero of my sturdy, manly-pain-bearing capabilities. No arghs, cursing or swearing, spitting, growling or self-pity. Well, just maybe the odd cringe and wince. Hehe!
Night Pouch removed
Washed the plates, great!
Doing the day’s blog, I came across a notepad page that was only partly completed; let me spend, wait for it… over 6 hours doing the ode page words! And it’s not finished yet! I simply plodded on uncaringly until the Carer arrived… Tsk!
Photos were taken while Carer Benjamin was here.
Caught Benjamin taking a selfie on the balcony. Hehe!
The first one.
Above and below from the balcony
Getting darker earlier now.
Looking almost scary now…
Still Bootiful, though!
Nothing special, but So-Tasty!
can be a bit hazardous. In fact, using Metal-Mickey, helped me avoid a 
when I 
and down to the houses.
. But he was in a stubborn mood, and it took me a couple of hours to nod off. I noted the time, 03:00hrs, when I knocked a bottle of soda water off the ottoman tray. Used the torch to check it had not burst open and saw the big battery clock. It seemed that seconds later, I was in the land of bliss. Ahh!
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Nottingham Forest legs – Red & White. Hehe! Things seemed to be going well! So I made for the wet room to do me
and to visit the Things went well!
Although 
had the advantage still
after such a good start, the hip started playing up again. Worries me a smidgeon that does. Just my remembering last week’s four tumbles in four days..
, I had to hasten back to the wet room, and Carer Richard arrived as I entered the door limpingly. I muttered I was sorry but have to carry on.
Plenty of images were spotted in these two
Then a wider shot
And it came out in B&W?
This was one of the best ‘Article-Item-Face’ finding pareidolia session photos of the year.
My first thought was the whole picture could be a map of Europe in the future.
People in period dress were all about.
Many are in period uniforms.
I had a lengthy talk with this mother and daughter.
I told my mate; he agreed, that the effort
There were Italian, German, Russian and Polish uniformed visitors. Period policemen too.
A mini steam train on the tracks attracted 
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Restored family vehicles too!
Some of them just after the conflict
A demonstration of how fires were fought
I felt like was part of a family there.
I know; it’s not like skiing on a snow-piste.
A first world war type ammunition horse & cart
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The night catheter pouch colour was better today!
Nice morning, a little windy.
Telly on to watch the news. Of course, I didn’t; I began to get the things ready for the trip out to the medical thingamabob.
Glad to see the treats on the carer’s table had been nibbled at…
or 
maybe both of them had removed the memory of what it was I was going back up to the flat to fetch!
Caught the bus alright. I planned it all out – I should know better that I am capable of making arrangements that work.
Still, I did think at the time how clever I was to work out where to get off the bus, to make it far less distance for me to walk to the UCC building. However…
. I did feel like a fool!
Hell of a trek to get to the traffic island. To make things worse, as I approached the bend in the road, there were pavements blocked off, road and pavement works and men spraying words of instruction for the location of telephone wires, gas, etc. Having to go on the roadway to get by was sometimes a little hairy. Little did I know what lay further ahead for me!
Anyway, these flowers were beautiful. During my hobble, I stopped many times to look at nature’s plants forcing their way out through wasteland, cement, concrete and paving slabs, but these were special to me. Why? I’ll tell yers…
I accidentally took a snap of the shadow of my bulging torso and the trolley. I was about to try and take a photo of some beetle or other that lay there on the pavement, with people walking by, and seemed unconcerned? I took its picture.
On Thursday, I got more information about these, and why it was alive but not moving. .Carer Richard, always a font of knowledge, told me they were ‘May Beetles’. The males are born, (May to July) and set about breeding, but only once, then they settle down and die. And I complain about things.
Lower Parliament Street
He got a wheelchair, and the student pushed me to the X-ray room for a check to see if any of the three brown toes had been broken. None had. I was student-pushed back in the wheelchair (catching my wound on the edge of a doorway) to the first room, and we had a few words, which for some reason I cannot recall or even guess at, now I’m typing this. 
A contented Inchie makes his way to the chemist to have his prescription filled. Unaware of what will happen, en route!
At the end of the access road, it was blocked off to pedestrians where the new Student Flats are being built. So this meant a marathon diversion for him and Willie, his Three-Wheeled-Walker. Up London Road…
Where the uneven-broken pavement nearly had Willie and Inchie over a couple of times. 
To the traffic lights, over the road and down Station Street, which was ever taking him further away from his targeted Boot’s Chemist!
The old shopping centre was now demolished in Auf Weidersehen style. A walk through gay to the left of the picture led me through to where Woolworths once was, on Chapel Bar.
Every closed-down shop, and there are dozens of them, had several rough sleepers, asking for cash. I felt uncomfortable about this, as I know of some people who make a living doing this, then go home in the morning – one of them is sadly in my family! He makes a lot of dosh, even more now; he’d moved to London to do it and lives in a hotel or youth hostel when not scrounging. His baby face helps him, I think.
Maid Marion Way. More flats were being started for 500 being built! Next to one with 240 already built.
Down to the Slab Square, a once restful, peaceful, pleasant pacifistic, phlegmatic place, of contentment..
It’s not so busy nowadays, with all the murders, muggings, gang fights, Escooters, yobboes and closed shops.
Although the mortgage needed to use coffee shops still do a roaring trade. The unemployed use them a lot.
King Street, or is it Queen Street?
I got up on Upper Parliament Street, feeling a tad drained. Made my way to the nearly bankrupt Victoria Centre, and the Boots Chemist shop appears when I got inside to be getting ready for closing when I got in. Big gaps on the shelves. Getting the prescription made up,. (It will save a carer having to fetch it, and as I was in town anyway.)
Chris shot off to get to work. I poddled in and up to the flat.
Penicillin, it said on the box. Then decided that sleep would be a grand idea, so after the Carer calls, I’ll try to nod off until the 22:00hrs Carer calls to medicate and put the night pouch on for me… then enjoy some proper sleep. That’s the plan, anyway!
Mind you, the good Doctor did tell me they would have no effect on the pain for 48 hours. So, no complaints, I have, after all, been doing some walking this week. 
eye drops in. Then the medicationing. Followed by the 
eye drops were done. 
A nice wide shot.
Then a glorious close-up for me.
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Feet up – kip!
I always keep some cookies and marshmallows at hand for any nibbling while changing the catheter, taking the blood, draining the vein, dishing out the medications, padding up the leg ulcers, delivering medications or food… or anything else.
The drinkies and nibbles selection in the front room. Non-alcoholic to the left, plonk in the middle, and nibbles are available on the right of the shelf.
Just restocked the shelf this morning.
I put a few options in the fridge in summer when the chocolate gets runny in the heat.
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04:30hrs: I dragged my ailment-ridden, Neurotransmitter-Failing body from the comfort… well, okay, skip that bit… from the depths of my nocturnal-protector, the c1968, non-operational, tatty, scruffy, unkempt, uncomfortable, germ-breeding, Harold Haemorrhoid-Testing, sickenly beige-coloured recliner. Removed the night bag with some difficulty, from my 
I didn’t enjoy my morning visit to the wet room, particularly the 
had withdrawn from his battle for control of my evacuation’s constitution with 
… Who celebrated by offering torpedoes that disintegrated as they shot out of the rear end and splattered into the bowl and water, distributing a messy, sickeningly-clingy, foul-ponging, puke-producing aroma.
?
Yes, the World Wide loose money manipulators, struck again!
, has to have an ulterior motive for spending billions of dollars to buy out, or 
invest in just about every other national competitor there is? To such a point, that their crap service is of no bother to them at all
On the seventh failure of the profit-addicted oligarchs from 
It didn’t take me long. 
came back 
online… it does that sometimes.
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varied between blue and brown colouring?
do show some changes; for the better, I think.
anything, but I took extra care.
, had reduced greatly. And appeared to be less thick than yesterday, too.
In the early evening, the skies offered me an amazing few minutes of joy, an absolute 
. Each one of the pictures I took! Can you see anything in this first one 
on the right? I’d love to know what I see is actually in there?
Marvellous Nature!
I got the nosh started.
A bean meal, two minutes in the microwave or five on the hob. Which I chose, so I could stir in some Borscht. That’s why they appear so red. A dollop of BBQ sauce was added; three wholemeal rolls were made into chip sarnies and dunked into the sauce. Grrreat! Flavour-Rating: 8.8/10! 
The sky and weather had changed by the time I went to get the pots washed! 
rang out as the last Carer arrived. It was Richard; not seen him for a while. 
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or 
finished conforming the order… Liberty-Global’s Mr Fries shower struck again!
It doesn’t bother me in the slightest!
While I was waiting, yet again, for Liberty-Global’s shit service to come back on, I investigated what I could have for my nosh later on. Well, that was the plan. But and however… on my way to the kitchenette… 
or 
who caused it – but it was 
that copped it, and passed it on to me, in no uncertain terms!
It was baddish one this time. I got some gel on where I could reach and took an extra painkiller.
An earlier snap of the view from the kitchenette window.
Pressed on with blogging and got the Sunday one posted
highlight of the day for me.
I spent an age figure searching. I think the bad eyesight helps you find them, cause the Carers could not see what I did. Hehehe! 
The first one I caught the end of the window frame.
potatoes done in the oven… Oh, and a can of peas.
Went to do the washing up, and the sky was again beautiful.
fins, seemingly attacking the black cloud?
Woke up, and had a temporary 
moment. I was sure I could smell something burning. I fumbled my way out of the recliner, grabbed the four-pronged Metal Mickey, and adopted a Sherlockian Status to investigate the cause of the smell of burning… But nothing was discovered? Checked all the rooms, but could not see or smell signs of any conflag
I turned to get a drink of water from the fridge, and.. 
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Heavens above! The feet and toes were swollen with liquid. Under the toes, it was agony to stand, let alone hobble anywhere. My balance was all over the shop, too. So I took the medications from the Carer and enjoyed a little natter.
An amazing coloured sky this morning. Not a good light for taking photographs, though.
was needed as the chap departed. So, I decided to get them done after the battle against the not-working/refilling W.C. water tanks, and hits mornings struggle was one of the worse in the two weeks that the plumbing mechanism was reported to Nottingham City Homes. For sure 
had returned! Talk about resistance! I had to keep painfully urging things along repeatedly; the worst was when the concrete torpedo was half evacuated, and things stopped moving for a while. Arrgh! I feared something was going to rip open! 
It must have taken half an hour to get it out, with a thud and splashing water – followed by complete and utter relief! Thank Gawed that the evacuation was out without any injuries; they were the odd specks of blood, but that’s to be expected. 
thing was that 
were not too painful at all. The first mystery of many today! Having achieved this first mission, the Dangerous one remained, collecting the water to refill the non-working water W.C. tank.
, along with a flash of 
‘s attention at the same time; just as I was going into the wet room.
Approx. 08:00hrs; 
I was going to do the teeth first. But another mystery arose; I just could not find the toothbrush? Had I thrown it in the bin yesterday? Or put it in my dressing gown pocket? 
teggie cleaning today! I totally forgot about using the shower and set about, with the aid of Dettol, Carbolic soap, nail brushes, flannels and the picker upperer, to have a stand-up scrubbing down… which was not easy at all. What with the extra-long tube on 
, trying desperately not to catch and pull the tube, then remembering to dry the pouch again without pulling at it and having a blood flow from poor little Little Inchies, vulnerable 
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I bet you expected me to tell you of all the cuts and haemoglobin flowing down, taking a circular route down my bloated belly, and joining the blood flow coming from poor Little Inchies ever most bothersome Fungal Lesion? You’d be right! A dollop of liberally applied Brut aftershave soon stopped the leaks. (Not on Little Inchie, I hasten to mention, I’m not a sadist. Hehe!) Just on the chin, lip and ear lobes – I’m not sure how I cut the ear lobe in the first place. It could have been a micro-shake from 
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I took some anti-
winced, and that was that. Did my best to pain gel the awkward to get to try medicating
knees. Some of the ointment went on the floor, but plenty of cold water was down there to 
do no harm. Dried the bum well and applied copious amounts of the dearer than gold weight for weight, Germoloid Ointment. Dearer than the Germoloid Cream but much more soothing.
The ear and eye drops were put in; there was a drop or two that actually got into the eyes this time! Hehehe! I got the slightly less painful to 
wear but very costly new Tena for Men and P.P.s.
on the server trolley in the wet room, naturally, obviously on one of the toes that had 
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& 
The next snap taken was to the right of the kitchen window. Displaying the flats’ balconies and the gravel footpath by the tree copse into Woodthorpe Park.
Then learnt out of the window as far as I dare, with a good grip on the camera loop, to take a shot of the Winwood Heights car park below Woodthorpe Court, where I dwell in hell.
A confirmation call from Deep Vein Thrombosis, Anti-Coagulation Therapy, Warfarin clinic, Haematology Angel Hristina ♥, that she will be calling on me next Tuesday to take a blood sample for analysis & INR Level. Super news! 
I started the computer and opened CorelDraw to add the photographs of the day. And found that several snaps had not made it onto the S.D. card… yet again! 
I think the right foot was getting thinner, with less fluid content? (But this did not last long. She was soon all bloated & painful. Tsk! The 
keep trying to come up, but they soon disappear, but never for long?
usual, I glanced at the bands on the left arm… it was not there! You’d be gobsmacked at what I did then… (I was!) I went into the wet room and searched around… no luck; I Tried the kitchen, the same result, so back into the rubbish… I 
mean, the front room. Then, I glanced at my other wrist as I got on the computer, still not re
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What a 
. My brain is 
!
All of the poor-quality sunset photos and the one of the meal were lost into the ether, never to be seen again! It was only chips and bread with BBQ sauce, but I enjoyed it. Taste-Rating: 6.6/10.
will take care of all that for you!
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is not so bad this morning.
A decent colouration of urine.
Aargh! Blood Pressure is up high!
Got the potatoes into the crock-pot.
Zoomed-in; See the face?
Sunsetting
Bootiful!
The sky had changed to an unusual shade?
But it didn’t taste good at all!