Cooked pot of pork knuckle, beetroots, pickled black beans and water chestnuts, a giant potato pancake, two doorstep sized slices of bread, and a spot of BBQ sauce added. A cheap icecream cone to follow.
Ate it all up, like a good little boy. Hehehe!
22:20hrs: I got bedded down, and was soon off into the land of slumber, where I had a dream.
I was in the Tardis, with Herr Starmer. I recognised it from the TV series, but there were also members of Parliament, all arguing. Starmer seemed oblivious to this, and carried on over-talking them. I wish I could recall more. But that’s all folks! As some old Walt Disney cartoons used to end. Not that I can recall it at the moment, but I reckon I must have got up during the morning, and took these photographs from the kitchen window. Putting them on, I remembered the green sky, and wondering what I’d done wrong? To the right I think. To the left I think. Ahead, I guess. Closer shot, ahead. (Brown now?)
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – Well, he’s back another reactivation,
Imbedding in me, thoughts of a madman,
Or perhaps, to be closer, a badman…
Silly thoughts, developed, began…
Will I ever get to use a bedpan again?
A chance to dance, the twist or can-can?
If I’m reborn, I’d like to be a Casanovan,
I’m passing wind with power of a turbofan,
I can hear words, they’re stentorian…
However, I refuse to pay attention,
They are full of hatred & vilification…
Loathing, defamation, castigation…
Giving me collywobbles & trepidation,
They laughed at my coming trephination,
Is the voice mine? Am I in regression?
My alto-ego is a much better rhetorician,
I leave no progeny, offspring, scion,
What will I leave in residualisation?
With age, comes a painful realisation,
Unwarranted dismal and depression,
I’d use a little prognostication…
Involving perception, conceptualisation,
But it would only be assumption, supposition,
I’d love to know before my conclusion,
Can life really be just an illusion? – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – Best Week All Year!
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I had to use the Porcelain Throne twice overnight.
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At 06:40hrs, I bounded out of bed, and I did a backwards flip. One-handedly whipped the nocturnal pouch from the day bag. Burst into song; Frank Ifield’s Wayward Wind. Did a few press-ups, and ten minutes of shadow boxing, and opened the kitchen window to yodel my greetings and best wishes to all who could hear me… Or, if you prefer the truth…
It’d been another stormy night. It must have taken me four hours to fall asleep. with his nit-picking and reminders of various mistakes and bad choices I’ve made over the years, I finally gave up his attack. I feell asleep for about an hour, sprang awake, waited for to stop trying to twist my neck off, and as he subsided, had her turn at dislocating my shoulder bone. No chance of nodding off again no matter how tired I felt, now. At 06:40hrs, I removed the night bag, and the need for the Porcelain Throne arrived. I could hardly feel the evacuation taking place. As I stood up, I couldn’t believe the amount of mass of evacuated product in the porcelain! I’ll say no more...
Made a brew of Glengettie.
Carere Ejaz called. I forgot to ask him to take off my socks. And pointed out that have only one warfarin dose left in the stock. Ejaz said sorry for being late. No bother at all. He was using buses on a Sunday.
I prepared the meal for tonight.
Large white beans, black-eyed peas, Gung Po sauce and gravy, water chestnuts, Light Soy sauce, liquid smoke, and potatoes. Heating it slowly in the crock-pot. Yes, the same again. I do like it!
More kitchen views. Sunshine getting through. Decent shots?
Back to the blogging.
Then onto the WP Reader.
Hoping it lets me ‘like and comment’ this time.
Carer Joe arrived. He’s bought some prescription medications, bless him. Great, I was on the last Warfarin tablet, too! Thanks!
Got the meal sorted. Took snaps of the evening view. Amazing cloud formations
The days meal.
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – May your week go frabjously, Your hopes develop fabulously, Your days each go unfractiously. May your plans go flawlessly, May your luck go favourably… for your fancies and foibles, Each day pass felicitously, You avoid all that goes feudally, Your dreams mature flawlessly, May others greet you fondly, And have a bit of luck, financially! – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
HAVE A GREAT DAY – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – ANOTHER GREAT RESULT! –
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – Do, do-do-do Do, do-do-do-do, do-do-do Do-do, do-do-do Do, do-do-do-do, do-do-do Do-do, do-do-do Do, do-do-do-do, do-do-do Do, do-do-do I’ve Morphine for the pain, just singin’ in pain, What a glorious feelin’, I’m drunk once again, I’m laughin’ at clouds, on Amitriptyline, The sun’s in my heart. I’m on Simvastatin, Beta-blockers ease the pain all over the place, Come on with the tablets, a smile on my face, I’ve been down to the lobby six times & again, Just laughing, & smiling, I must be insane! Dancing, laughing at the pain I’m happy again… I’ll cope and smile at the pain, I may flinch cause the pain is a bane! – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – There were so many shooting awakes, but every time, I seemed to drift off back to sleep almost straight away. I think I amassed around 6 hrs shut-eyed, all the same. And welcome, it was, too! I lay there feeling somewhat confused about a dream I’d had. It didn’t make any sense. I scribbled some things on the notepad and may use this for the ode on Sunday. I’ll see how things go.
Dismounting the bed had some good and bad aspects about it this morning. The nocturnal catheter urine colour was a seven on the NHS chart. But no cotton-wolly bits were in the pouch. That was a plus! Also, no flow-back sensations when I emptied the bag. Another plus! A third plus was & did not give way throughout the standing up and exercises! Fair enough, Chloe caught me out later and all but had me over! The only hassle was from . She was determined to ruin my morning, to start with anyway. She did a fair job, too.
Of to the kitchen to get the kettle on. I foolishy opened the window to take this snap on the left of the morning’s view. What happened then? I’ll tell you… , several of them within a few minutes. It’s not a good start at all today.
1) As I clicked to take the picture, my foot hit a bottle of sea salt on the floor, breaking it as it tipped over. I then acquired a pleasant-smelling wet left slipper, sock, and foot. I cleaned up, sorted things and checked the camera. The shot seemed okay. 2) I went to the fridge to get the milk out. I dropped the carton, which didn’t burst open but did leak on the floor, and the same previously sea-salted slipper, sock and foot! Now slightly stickier than they were before. 3) The bad one! As I bent down, using
for support, the end rubber slipped on the not-yet cleaned-up milk! I didn’t go over, but it went much lower than planned. A Porcelain Throne motion started of its own accord! Oh, lucky me! At first, I dared not move for fear of a torrent bursting out at any time. After I decided, I just had to beat a path to the wet room. It was already too late to get there on time! . Frustration, shame, self-pity, inner anger at myself, self-hatred, and a flow of curses and self-blame rang out. I felt worse after having had the same problem the week before last. And this time, the mess I made was even worse. I was glad I wasn’t wearing any trousers at the time. I used the mop and bucket for half an hour and went to the kitchen to change and get fresh and disinfectant water. I wasn’t pleased! I was wheezing a bit, and the stabbing pains kicked in at full power! Eventually, I things and myself cleaned up and freshened and returned to the kitchen to make the brew of tea… Number 4: To find I’d left the hot tap run, and it was now stone cold! So, I cannot shave and shower until the water heater comes back on this evening. I’ve had better mornings!
Carer Promise arrived. He was in a good mood. We looked up to find the name of whatever tablet I took to counter pain. We found it was the beta-blockers. Bisoprolol Fumarate. We also found that Glyceryl trinitrate (GTN), a short-acting nitrate that can be taken as a tablet or mouth spray to relieve angina pain. That may be the one they stopped me taking because of side effects a few years ago. I can say that the beta-blockers are not cutting it at the moment. There I go, moaning again. Tsk!
I got the computer on the go. By Gawd, it’s going so slow. But so was I, like an armadillo. Then I got rumbling below… Back to the wet room I went! I can report that after an original kerfuffle, I got to the this time in time! ! Again, it was a really messy evacuation, but all the mess ended up inside the WC this time. It was almost a pleasure visiting this time. Mind you, this is the first time in over a week that I’ve taken two dumps in a day. I took two Anti-diarrhoea capsules earlier, which I’m glad I did now. However… on leaving the wet room, I turned and fell over the mop bucket I’d left out after cleaning the mess up this morning. I managed to get back up using the WC. But I cracked the plastic lid in the process. More expense and hassle to go through. A feeling came over me that many words could describe: Foolish, incompetent, unequipped for life, pathetic, useless, hopeless, inadequate, deficient, imbecilic, incapable, thick-as two-short-planks and foolish come to mind. Pick one. Any would fit me or even all of them. Did you notice I am getting a little low? Haha! Depressed is not a sufficient word to cover it. I’m moaning again. I’m sick of hearing myself!
Carer Joanne called to collect the laundry for me; I’d be lost without the help I got. ♥
Well, I’ve been at it (awake) for about 12 hours now. I’ve been swamped all day, achieving next to nothing. Unless you count having a series of silly, embarrassing, and frustrating and sorting them out and making some cracking cock-ups, all I’ve done is blogging. Mistake-ridden, but never mind that. It’s all part of this chronically embarrassing nature of this Saturday. I’ve just had a thought… I wonder if the dream I had last night, which I can’t recall, was trying to warn me of events that occurred today?
Well, the Carer is due, and I am hungry. No point in making a meal yet, to be disturbed while eating it again. So, I’ll go onto WP Reader and look at the Comments first.
Carer Promise arrived. I begged him to find out about posting the parcel for Tim P. He said he would help me, and he packed the parcel. He will finish the job on Monday or Tuesday.
I updated this blog up to here. And made a much-needed strong brew of Co-op 99 tea. This shot should have been on earlier, but I missed it.
Late postal delivery arrived. It was from my good cyber friend and excellent photographer, Tim. To replace the broken Kodak.
The same model that had broken it got the blotches on every picture taken.
Thanks, Tim. I appreciate it. Having the same model should help me figure out how to set it up!
Then, I sorted out a meal. But this one wasn’t!
I watched two FA Cup football Matches in about 200 parts. I kept nodding off; they were on an advertising channel, and I drifted off every time they came on. Gave up in the end and wanted to get in bed, but Tiredness Terry & Fatigued Frank meant I slept in the second-hand, £300, c1968, overwhelmingly sickening beige coloured, tatty, uncomfortable, wobbly, germ-producing, falling to pieces, food residue collecting recliner. Constantly waking up with either or pains twinging away.
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FACES, THERE ARE 3 TO SEE. – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – I’ve been left in the lurch, besmuched, Abandoned, ignored, and besmirched, At first, this left me puzzled… Like a dog that had been muzzled, But I’m no longer bothered or troubled, As my concentration departed, well, idled, To my inanity & insanity, I came beguiled… At least when my ailments were still mild, Soon, they permanently bivouacked… In my brain, aliens boondoggled, The inner voices spoke; well, bastinaded, Often delirious, worryingly bloviated, They’re me, really, so can’t be hated? This fact is worthy of being debated, But results have become complicated, For relief & help I waited & waited, As one does when one’s constipated, At a minimum, insanity & I are related, It’s myself that I’ve berated… My problems can’t really be explicated, I can & do, at times, feel enervated, Causing more fears to be generated, Often I’m feeling enfeebled, exhausted, Decision-making gets debilitated, Common sense practicality is ingurgitated, Plans, choices made are perpended… Worries for the future proliferated, The simplest acts get shemozzled, There’s always a reason to be wherrited, Designs and choices get aberrated, Lifting moments, hopes just get withered, Now we’ve got storms to be weathered, Thoughts unchanneled and cancelled… Long ago, I became tee-totalled, I Loved Trad Jazz & skiffled, Socialised, lived, cohabited, Memories are available that I stockpiled, 10-minutes ago memories, get abducted, The catheter bag gets punctured, Monthly, the bladder is irrigated, And I grow evermore irritated, Why? This ode has illustrated, My hopes & desires get commandeered, Dementia Doreen has no threshold! – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – I semi-stirred and nodded off several times. I was finally woken up with so much pain by Carer Christopher. The guilty ailments were Cataract Chloe, Back-Pain-Brenda and Littlee Inchies Fungal Lesion. A bit off-putting. It got worse as Chris was doing the medications and getting my socks on; I’m such the paid a few visits. Other than what’s been said, this visit was, or is, a blank for details this morning. Back-Pain-Brenda stayed with me all day long. I wondered if I was having sex in a dream and pulled something? Hahaha! I emptied the nocturnal catheter pouch after Chris had gone and had a painful rinse and wash. BBB was giving me a lot of aggro again.
After running the CCleaner, I continued updating and made extra graphics to use tomorrow before the memory stopped me from saving. It was a clever idea, I thought. Now I wonder why I bothered! After doing them, I continued to put all the imported graphics and photos onto the Sunday blog in error! Then, I found myself even more confused than ever when I saw that I’d saved some for Saturdays and others for Sundays! By the time I had sorted them all out, the computer’s memory would not let me save any more. So, I reran the CCleaner and was satisfied that I had cured the mistake. I was satisfied I’d cured the mistake! Hahaha! I discovered that I’d cleaned the Sunday graphics and put them on the Saturday page – then cut and pasted them instead of Saturday’s back on the Sunday page. Hang on, there’s more to come… These happened later, but it won’t matter; I’d got everything out of sync now. While still in the middle of trying again to get things back in order, the intercom rang. I thought it was the unintended food order arriving – but no! A tenant told me there was a box outside the foyer doors with my address on it. So kind of her. I hastened down in the lift, and the lady met me as the doors opened. She put the box in the lift cage, and I thanked her. I exited the lift and sent the cage down for the lady. Going through the flat lift lobby door, I got myself tangled in the door and floor when I dropped the walking stick and grabbed for the falling parcel! I got indoors and did my best to rub some pain gel on Back-Pain-Brenda. I took an extra Codeine. I was about to investigate the mess I’d made on Corel Draw, and Carer Joanne arrived. As she left, I got set to investigate again… The intercom rang. This was the food order I didn’t remember making or wanting. Another packet of Chestnuts, two cans of water chestnuts, Meet-in-a-jar-Miestwo, fish sticks and black bean sauce. I put the drinks in junk room three to keep them safe. I put a few bottles underneath the computer in the 1963-built, falling to pieces, Hopewell’s E-Plan Sideboard, with the doors that had long fallen off. I took the waste from the wrappings to the waste chute.
No injuries falls, or trapped fingers were encountered; I dropped the walking stick several times. I returned to the flat and noticed scuff marks near the lift door. I emailed the Low-Cost Food Store to inform them that I would not use their services again. I explained the problem with the food being left outside and my ailments. I haven’t received a reply yet! The promised rain appeared I took this photo of it when I made something to eat as the evening approached seemingly in haste?. I decided to take another look at today’s Accidauxpas. I managed to get the snaps and graphics in the WordPress gallery. But all were out of order, which meant relying on my memory, Hahaha! The gourmet meal I made for tonight’s feast is on the left. Two herby cobs with Marmite and some out-of-sell-by-date chips from the freezer. Did them in the air-fryer. They tasted okay to me, well, wellish. So far behind with everything again. I tried to get a good WordPress Reader session, but I was getting so tired so early that it took the shine off. kicked of with venom. As the night approached with and both giving me what for painwise.
I was deep in sleep when Carer Chris came on his last call. He put on the night pouch and the diabetic day socks off, without hardly disturbing me. Bless him.
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– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – WHAT A START! MIND YOU THE MIDDLE & END WERE NOWT TO SHOUT ABOUT I stirred around 05:30hrs, after another disturbing jumping and shooting awake imitation night’s sleep in bed. The nocturnal catheter pouch was the brownest it’s been for a while. Carer Richard confirmed it as seven on the NHS colour-rating scale card. I was not in good nick this morning, but nothing seemed worse than any other ailment.
I started updating Sunday’s post. As I was about to post it, I got emails and messages from the bank about the payment for my new Tesco account order not being paid. I thought I’d coped well with setting up an account with them. Over the next few hours, I received more emails and messages from Tesco and the bank. Obviously, I had done something wrong somewhere. I struggled to get the bank to pay for my Tesco order. A carer tried, the first nurse tried, and then I rang Deana for help. I had eight different passwords come in, and none worked. Five emails from Tesco and three more from the bank. But I could not work out what I’d done wrong, although it was apparent that I’d done something wrong. Another nurse worked it out for me – I’d put the wrong telephone number as I registered with Tesco. I’d put the landline instead of mobile – what a clot and farce that was. Then, I rang Deana to say it was sorted; I’m so glad the nurses came today.
However, I still did not grasp what I had done wrong in the process for a while.
THE NURSE’S VISITS: A nurse called on me (Thank heavens) this morning to replace my Catheter. But she could not get it to go back in. After a phone call for assistance, another nurse arrived to help. An hour later, it was still not back in. They called for an ambulance but were told no non-emergency ambulances were available. So they departed, saying, just like Arnie said in the film, did, “I’ll be back!”
Three nurses arrived later! They got the Catheter painfully for me and sorted it around 20 minutes later. They were in a rush; they had a lot more Catheter-ridden old farts to visit. I said I was sorry to bother them, gave them some nibbles and drinkies of their choice, and was told to ring if there were any problems later. (None yet) I think this is why I did not post the blog properly. Jenny sent me an email as I checked those from Tesco and the bank and posted off Saturday’s blog. Then sent a message to Jenny; “I hope it’s gone through now, Jenny. ♥” Explaining the day I’d had as an excuse for the cock-ups that I’d made already. Hehehe!
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First photographs.
Second photographs.
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – THE BEDThe torture bed, where things got badder… Four tries to get the tube back into the bladder, It felt like I was being mauled by a barracuda, Blood came from the fungal lesion’s ulcer, I sang to make the pain easier… Gene Pitney’s 24-hours from Tulsa, I thought one nurse was the Grim Reaper, undercover, My howling was like a documentary voiceover, My voice recording could be used in Dracula! Each nurse got annoyed at each failure… One suggested taking my temperature, Their kind efforts did not waiver, In the NHS, I became a believer,
Each nurse was a wallflower with power,
As they worked out how to grab my waggler,
Which was getting smaller and wrinklier,
On the 6th attempt, I sensed they were getting tireder,
My bladder was getting fuller & fuller,
On the 7th, they epitomised womanpower,
Their attitude to me was pure exemplar,
These Angels were so patient and avuncular,
As soon as they’d won, I had gastrectasia…
Telling me to stay in bed for a while, to recover,
The tube reconnected in my tallywhacker…
I was already feeling so much better,
I told each one I loved her!
Nibbles & a drinkies of their choice, I did offer,
I thanked them all for being so spectacular! ♥ – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – All in, up and running again! – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – Tonight’s ready-made meal. I plan to have some tomatoes and beef sarnies with it.
Back in the morning… I hope! – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – Good Morning! Carer Promise arrived on his last call and took photos of the snow falling from the balcony. Then the lad attached the night pouch to the Catheter, which leaked all over the floor! So I was freezing from him letting the cold into the room, wet, and I had the job of cleaning up the leaked urine, wee’d on legs and slipper! And all I wanted to do was to get some sleep!
Still, it gave him a laugh. Hehe!
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– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – This is as far as I had got by 11:50hrs – – Excel and Word are no longer responding and will not open! – CorelDraw has crashed three times. The text is refusing to change when selected! Background colour permanently on Artistic text!
The Iceland food delivery, due at 08:00 > 1000hrs (12:10 now) Has not arrived.
Graphics & photos not saving!
Electric shocks up the leg are disabling.
The seizures and Anne Gyna are both rampant.
Memory must be cleaned every two hours to keep the bloody computer working! And I can’t figure out the problems that keep coming up on the screen. It’s the weekend, so there’s no chance of getting help – not that there ever was any in the first place, of getting any help.
Between Anne Gyna, electric shocks up the right leg, and depression at its lowest ebb ever, I face life without doing my blog—although I could do it without graphics and photos, I suppose. My spirit is not willing at this moment.
Depression and Frustration rule things.
I’m confident that things will only get worse.
I hope to somehow beat back the blues.
Keep safe, all, and thanks for the communications.
You’ve been my stand-in family.
I will try to get the computer sorted and return to my beloved Odeing and cyber friends.
Here are the last photos, ode, and graphics from this morning that I took before the new computer problems CorelDraw, MS Word, and MS Excel were discovered and mortally wounded my spirit. I’ve had it; I just can’t fight off the feeling of worthlessness and failure—not at this moment, anyway. Pissed-off are the words. With myself!
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Edited below on Sunday Morning: The computer allowed me to put some of the latest photos onto WordPress.
Carer Joanne collected my laundry for me. Needless to say, I mentioned my problems to her. (I’m Sorry about that, Joanne; you’ve enough of your own, gal.) She kindly rang Iceland for me, as the delivery had still not arrived by this afternoon, 14:15hrs. She said they said the driver told them he couldn’t deliver it and returned the food. They have a new driver. They will send it tonight between 1700 and 1900hrs.
Bless Joanne for her help and in her own time, too!
The Iceland delivery arrived while Carer Chris was here. He carried the bags to the kitchen, medicated me, had some nibbles & a drink, and was off on another mission. Hehe! There’s no point in taking any photos, I suppose. The computer will not let them go on the blog. A miracle may happen… but who knows?
But I had to move quickly anyway to store the frozen foods away after all those hours in the van; the bags must have been put in a fridge and not a freezer, then out on the truck again. Because the fish balls, fishcakes, and potato balls were all going soft!
So I made a significant if impossible-to-eat-in-one-go meal: beetroot, battered fish balls, battered fishcakes, battered potato balls, and tomatoes. Naturally, there was too much for me, but I gave it my best shot and ate ¾ of it. And I enjoyed the concoction of fish, & the dessert, too! I paid for this in the morning!
I had a Brainwave! Maybe the reason that Excel and Word are not opening is that Ccleaner is turning them off, and MS doesn’t like that? I sent an email to Ccleaner explaining the problem I had. Within minutes, I got a long, standard email confirming my email and some of the questions I had to answer. I needed unknown numbers, codes, and properties, and several that I just didn’t understand! While I was trying to fill in what I could, another Ccleaner email arrived. From one of their problem solvers. Suggesting that I try these four steps, to solve the issue. It’s possible you can resolve this problem using the following steps:
Open CCleaner
Click Performance Optimiser
Click Sleeping Programs
Click the Wake-Up button
I’m not joking; it took me two hours to complete this. When I turned the computer back on, I tried the program icons, and they opened! Thank you, Melvin!
Do I have to do this each time I use Ccleaner, which is a minimum of three times a day? So, having turned on the computer again, I took a shot of the night view, which was glorious, and then tried to load it onto CorelDraw. Yep! Then I saved it to a file. Yep!
I crossed my fingers and tried again to load the photos into WordPress. NOPE! However, it did allow the night shot, meal graphic (above), and just one of the earlier photos taken, and here they are. I’ll try to lighten my mood with these that are loaded. Which tickled me a smidgen. I’d done some zoomed-in viewing to catch the birds, but they were too quick for me. They stayed on the roof tiles for a second or two and then flew to another. Between the rooftops was something that looked like a Dan Dare rocket ship? Hehehe! Can anyone see what it actually was? It beats me. Lots of things do.
What do you see in this sunset shot? I bet you can see some things I can’t. I’d love to know. We Pareidolia’s are a curious lot. Cheers
I’m about to test MS Excel & MS Word. Fingers crossed here…
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – I put this used photo online once the computer allowed me to, not to scare or shock you but rather to let you know how I felt the second I woke up this morning. For I had been dreaming a dream, dreamed like never before! Well, not for years now! In this wonderful, enthralling (to me) morning,the catheter was no longer attached! Griselda was on top of me, as she used to be long ago, and activities of the pleasure-making kind were taking place. Gawd, was I happy, and I honestly thought it was real and happening! But it wasn’t, of course, only in my demented but Oh-so-contented mind. Realisation returned as pain from the previously unused for yonks (Little Inchie) area that had grown in the dream. I think the catheter tube had been yanked at in the dream and partially dislodged. I soon felt and saw the blood. For some unknown reason, the night catheter bag was under my bed, somehow wrapped through the fall bars and on the floor, and still attached to the day catheter pouch. The day bag had been pulled down near my ankle, and the pain level increased as the situation dawned on me. Thus ended the moment of joy enjoyed as I woke up. Then, I felt embarrassed at pressing the wrist alarm, for I feared things were worse than they initially appeared. A nurse arrived within fifteen minutes. Then, just to make my sense of ignominy that bit worse, a second nurse arrived! Mortification and Discombobulation Modes Developed! Explaining my plight to the ladies made me red-faced. However, they sorted things out for me within about five minutes. And the flat rang out with open laughter from the nurses and even me! This was because I could not resist telling them what had happened to cause my dilemma and the pickle I was in! They cleaned me up and checked that everything was honky-dory. And it was. They stopped the bleeding in no time. Then, they removed the night bag and put in a new day bag for me. They laughed so much at one point that I thought they might have made themselves poorly. Hehehe! I bet this visit will be mentioned a few times when they return to the nurses’ HQ.They put some ointment on Little Inchies fungal lesion for me before reinserting the tube. Bless them. ♥ I suppose all this did happen and was not part of the convoluted morningmare, nightmare or dream? Haha!
The computer has been naughty all day. I’ve received memory shortage notices, and it’s not allowing me to upload photos. I may have to leave some of the few I’ve taken off the blog. And CorelDraw has been so stuttering that I’ve spent more time waiting for it to carry out keyed-in instructions than making the graphics. Grr!
I managed to do a little of my pareidoliaing of the sky and clouds this afternoon. The clear blue sky with some little puffer clouds just above the horizon was taken to the left of the kitchenette window. Similar to the second to the right. Note I caught some of the balconies in this shot. On this one, to the left higher up, I can see so many things in the clouds. Do they seem to be gathering together to do the Conga? Haha! This high-up shot reveals a face, baby cloud faces, and an exhaust pipe. Well, it does to me. I bet you can see things I didn’t. Bootiful! Then, there is a snap of the bottom field below the tree copse, with the local houses looking as pretty as a picture.
Not a lot today, so much time lost.
I’m unsure when I had this meal; it may have been yesterday. I found it amongst the shots that the computer would not let me use, and it did! But not the others. It’s late evening now. I’m going to try to take some sky photos that might please the computer’s fussiness. Flipping ‘eck, they went on, from window natural distance.
Zoomed in a little more for the second photo.
The closer for the third effort. Do you notice the colouring in these shots? According to the Nottingham News, the Northern Lights can be seen tonight. I’ll take another one later. I had better get my black bean soup, red onions, chicken thigh, and chicken sausages in the pan to warm up.
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I may have made a cock-up here. I seem to think I’ve used the one above before… Oh, dearie me!
Food warming up now. I’ll try another photo to see if the lights in the sky have changed. Well, yes, they have, haven’t they, not much!
Time to get the fodder served up now. Black bean sauce, veggie sausages, mock-chicken chicken, sliced red onions, a dash of liquid smoke, and Warburton’s Milk Roll sliced bread. The only disappointment was that I could not open the tin of water chestnuts because it had no ring pull attached to the can. I tried the two can openers, but I cannot grip the roller well enough to turn it on. Sad, innit?
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Go forth forever, having fun & festivity, Contentment, be counter-inflationary, You can defy the devil defiantly, With expediency, & exuberancy, Life pans out pragmatically… And you avoid pecuniosity! – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
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Getting about five hours’ worth of blissful sleep that was only interrupted a few times when played up twingingly. But I fell back into the land of nodding quickly enough after each stabbing pain.
I lay there on the bed, planning the best way to escape from the bed with the least pain from the Cartilage Carole and Back-Pain-Brenda. The door chime chimed, and in walked Carer Richard. We spoke as I manoeuvred my way free of the bed and fell down again on my rear end, upsetting & . When I did get stood up, & they played me up.
Richard was talking to me, but I was a little ‘out-of-it’ still coping with the morning’s mangled mind, cartilage, and neurotransmitter difficulties, so have little idea what Richard was saying or what I was answering.
A came into focus a few minutes later, though. I think I did a bit of moaning about something. Then I stopped when I realised it was pointless. I forgot to ask Richard to put on my diabetic socks. Then, I emptied the nocturnal catheter bag while he was doing his paperwork. The lad still had his leg clamps on, the complete works this time, and looked shattered. Bless him. I imagine it must be a long job getting them on and off. He’s still having to use his crotch/walking stick. He issued the medications and limped to get home and to bed. I bade him farewell and a good sleep.
Cartilage Carole was less bothersome for a while, possibly because I was taking Codeine with the medications and rubbing in some Phorpain gel. I used the last of the extra-strong ones, which perhaps helped. They stopped making it, so I’ve only used it when I felt I needed it. It’s all gone now! Tsk! Then I , using the regular Porpain gel. But of course, I’m limited as to where I can get at it and apply it. Still, it’s better than nothing at all. The new tube in the medical drawer was only 15% strong. Humph!
I meandered carefully onto the balcony to take some snaps of the view, starting with the mudslide at the end of the car park. It must have been raining last night. See how quick I grasped that detail? Haha! Then, I took a shot of the nearby houses from the kitchenette.
I belatedly got the computer on… I had to go through the Ccleaner process again, as the computer would not let me post graphics from anywhere in the WordPress gallery due to a lack of memory. Depression dawned! It took me over an hour and a half to clean things up. To re-login, I had to go through CorelDraw, Excel, Word, Google, Grammarly, Asda, J Sainsbury, Amazon, etc., searching through my scribbled notebook to find passwords. I didn’t see the Norton’s. Curse!
Carer Chloe arrived. I was not in a sound frame of mind because I was so het-up about the computer problems. After the gal had gone, memories were sparse.
Do you see the face in the first of the sky photos I took? There is possibly a dolphin and an animal’s head in there as well. Well, I can see one? I do love pareidolianing. No effort is required; things in the clouds I see automatically.
This afternoon, the snap of the full catheter day pouch may have been a painting, not a photograph. I think my bending down to take it and using the flash on the Kodak caused this odd outcome. The muslin bag seems invisible, and the wee-wee is a weird colour in the snap as well?
I was having balance and dizziness problems on and off all day long, but they were less frequent as the day turned to evening. I had several dizzies in the afternoon that came on quickly, but they were over in minutes. Maybe connected to Friday night’s tumble from the ladder, methinks.
I must sing the praises of this toothache spray; I’m not saying it kills the pain, but it sure dullens it. It eases !
I received a call from Social Services regarding my being referred by the ambulance service after my fall on Friday night. I fear they called when I was in mid-seizure, although I came out of it within seconds. I think.
I’m not sure what I said in return to her questions. I think she will ring me back, yes, I’m sure she said that. I know she asked a lot of questions, but I also recall my stuttering and forgetting things I was going to say. Oh, dear.
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The nocturnal catheter had not been put on. Silly I had forgotten to attach it! The day bag contents looked dark again. Later, Carer Ayu classed it as being a six on the NHS scale. Getting out of 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, was a lot easier than scrambling out of the hospital bed. But, more painful to fall back into when gave way as I stood up. The bed has a definite advantage to fall on; it’s so much higher! Another long session was spent on the . The usual practices were carried out; a go at the crossword, but no answers were found this time. I counted 22 cracks in the ceiling. started and kept up his long run of guilt accusing, and Ant-Inchy put-downs.
I gave up and had a wash, accompanied by escapades of smelly wind from the rear end! I put on a fresh gown, olive-oiled both of the earholes and took a Senna tablet in hopes of encouraging some movement from the rear end. Next, I creamed and ointmentated various gargantuan-sized wobbly belly areas requiring the same treatments.
I hobbled off to the kitchen to decide whether to make a mug of Glengettie tea. Arriving at decisions has not been easy for me lately. The brain goes off at a tandem. I consider the NHS two mugs-a-day ruling… is it too early? Will I want a third cup later tonight? Could I care less? I made one. And let it go cold after I’d started on the blog! I wiped the mug and prepared it for the next brewing of tea later on. Then, I took this photo from the kitchen window. It doesn’t show well, but I saw some items on the bottom of the upward-trodden path. I zoomed in close to identify what they were. I’m still not sure. Possibly, a bottle with red liquid in it. I have no idea what light-coloured things are. Should I have used the Macro when I zoomed in so far away or not? I didn’t. I’m confusing myself here! Snapped the sun coming up from behind in this shot (Right). I was working on the ode of the day when Carer Ayu arrived. He put the diabetic socks on my legs. Well, it’s better than putting them on my arms. Hehehe! Ayu administered the medications, and we shared a mini natter. I worked using CorelDraw and WordPress for a while. My concentration was a little better this morning, but it didn’t last!
I had a misleading idea that the rear-end wanted me to visit the .
As you can see, it was a hopeless effort yet again. I wonder if there’s a chance of an explosion from within, with the ether being created in the building up of mass in the solid matter. Hahaha!
Darned uncomfortable feeling.
I did my best. When I started, I had one solution for the crossword, but I had a lot more when I gave up on the motion moving anytime now.
Will I implode instead? I took even more of the anti medications. I’m unsure if it was safe to take any more, but I can’t read the minuscule printing of the inserted instructions leaflets.
I made another brew of my beloved Glengettie tea.
Nice and strong!
Pressed on with this blog. With staying up so late yesterday, I’d got some done ready. I was on CorelDraw and was alternating with this WordPress blog, and got blowback pains from the catheter tube stuck in Little Inchie. Had a look and, to my utter amazement, found the pouch so full, hard and heavy; it had tugged at Little Inchie, causing some bleeding again.
When I emptied it into the measuring jug, it showed 840ml! In an hour. I wish the community nurses would allow me to try peeing manually again. I’d hate to think I could and had had the darned on all this time and didn’t need it. What am I thinking and saying? As if anything would go right for me!
Ah, genuine rumbling from my innards this time. I’m off to the Throne. And yet again, no evacuation!
Plenty of pain, though.
Five minutes after getting back to blogging, I was on my way back to the wet room. This time… Action Stations Alert! After a lot of effort, struggles, and phenomenal pain, at last, the blood-covered, almost cube-shaped lumps of concrete passed! Ahhh!
When Carer Precious arrived, I just had one Paracetamol because I’d just taken a few sprays of the toothache painkiller and didn’t want to mix the different types.
I made a start on tomorrow’s ode.
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At the point of perfection!
Delicious Beef in black bean sauce. Onions, leeks, and peppers are yellow and green. Liquid smoke was added to the extra-strong gravy. Basil, sea salt, oregano, beetroot juice, black pepper and spirit vinegar!
Carer Richard arrived as I nodded off in the poorly-aged, grotty-looking c1966 made, charity-shop-bought, horribly beige-coloured, £300, Harold’s Haemorrhoid-testing, non-operational, acne-giving, virus-breeding, rickety, easy-to-fall-out-of recliner, after cleaning the pots up.
He looked a lot better than last week. But of course, we shared ailments that we both know will only worsen. He said he’d call again in the morning. Hope he has a calmer night shift.
What an evening view I took from the kitchen window.
The wind was getting up again out there. The gold and brown showed up wonderfully well.
I did a bit of pareidoliaing with this shot. I found a bird’s head and a whale and got pleasure from looking at nature’s beauty.
I returned to the computer to catch up a little with this blog.
But it didn’t last for long. Crumple-Grips! Mini Seizures took over. My concentration was destroyed. I’m not complaining, though, cause had been kind to me most of the day. Of course, now I’ve said that… Wait for it!
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – BONUS ODE All the best to you and all in your abode, I’ve just watched a ‘Heartbeat’ episode, I may be selling my second-hand commode… Then to the Porcelain Throne, I bestrode, My teeth still ache; well, they’re getting owd, Many broken, coming out, and yellowed! New ailments weekly by the vanload, Worries, fears, jealousies I can’t unload, Always something to discommode, I don’t see any of the twittering sparrows, They used to fill the local hedgerows? I hear voices, see faces in the shadows… I can’t swim, but I paddle in the shallows, Take photos of the sky through my windows. Also, of the grass, trees and weeping willows… This reminds me that I must get some new pillows! I forget my telephone number & postcode, Left taps running, the sink overflowed, Can someone adopt me? Put me in ‘Happy-Mode’? Doreen Dementia wants me to explode! Stuck in this flat, alone, cocooned! That’s enough, too-much, I have moaned. Sorry about the aforementioned. Pots to wash, I’ll get myself aproned!
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Thanks to Jenny’s tip in getting a baby monitor and Deana and Julie putting it together for me, I heard the intercom chime! Great! Thanks to all three of them again! It was the Asda delivery. Possibly the worst one ever. It’s not the driver’s fault, I think. He packed most of the goods from his trays into boxes and bags for me. Then I got the bags in the hallway and carried them one at a time into the kitchen and junk room. There didn’t seem many items as I slowly got them put away into the various places as needed. The fridge didn’t look anywhere near full? I donned my Sherlock Holmes Cap and went on the internet to find out what was wrong with this order. I soon found out. Look at the items that were not available on this list from their Email. Five items were unattainable last week, but they went a step further this week. There were some things missing: 3 Asda thick bleach citrus 750ml, Ben Shaws shandy 1×6, and 4 Asda Bi-carb! I was pretty pissed off at being charged for these. Then, a genuine rumble from the innards, I limped to the wet room. 30 minutes of crosswording, whistling and counting the cracks on the ceiling (24) again, and no signs of any movement. Plenty of wind, though. Talk about trapped wind, but it kept coming out almost two-tone musically at times. I gave up, I eventually made a start on yesterday’s blog.
I remember using the new Kodak camera to take these shots of the clouds below.
But so many, a flood of Dizzy Spells and Seizures ravaged me. I’ve no idea who came or didn’t. Yet I found these pictures which at the time amazed me… I’d ordered another food order earlier via Amazon from Morrisons. I need help with these mind blanks. I shall see if Kara can get me a lift to the Doctor’s sorted out ASAP, then see if the Dr can see me on that day and time. Or the other way around.
As Carer Cris arrived, I came back to as near to normality as I’d ever get. I think I was responsive; no, I was! And I can recall much of this visit. But the seizures continued, but it seemed for only a minute or two at a time. Again, during one of them, I took more shots of the amazing clouds, this time with the new Kodak.
Then I had a bit of luck!
More sky shots with the spare old camera.
Last call from Carer Chris. He wanted to get home, bless him. I gave him some treats. He’s a good lad. Another fairly long seizure or mind-blank. I found two more photos taken on the SD card. I’m afraid I missed getting full pleasure from these shots.
Better get this on before I risk making a midnight feast.
Hope to be back in the morning… Hehe, it is morning now. Back later, he says confidently. I’m back… I consumed a hell of a lot of bothers and bleeding to make a meal… Tsk!
Just like yesterday, we had an early light rainfall that dried up in about 10 minutes, and no more again. I think I’ve put the wrong photo on here? Sorry.
I got the hoover with the headlights out and did a bit of cleaning up. Not much mind. Sunday again, 10:00hrs and no 07:00hrs Carer arrived to sort the medications for me. No surprise, this is almost usual recently at the weekends. I can understand the problems that can arise from my experiences as a Security Controller.
It was slow progress again with the blog updating. At 11:15hrs, Carer Fazziyya arrived. I got the medications from her, and we managed a little natter and let her pick her nibble and drinkie. She still had two more calls to do before she could go home, bless her. Nice gal.
I had a prolonged Seizure. Came back to as near to reality as possible and went to make a brew. Carer Helen arrived. She could not issue any medications, which meant I suffered a little longer with . The gap was not long enough to cover the 4 hours gap limit on painkillers. So, I put an effervescent Nurofen tablet in the spring water.
I made a meal of soft foods. Well, the potatoes I burned were painful, so I had to leave some. I washed the pots and intended to sit down briefly to clear my head before tackling the blog again, but… Zzz’s! Two hours later, I woke up and got back on the computer. I seem to have lost a lot of wasted time today?
Then Carer Sushaman arrived. was already here, he’s been with me all day. Hehehe! . He sorted the big medication issues out for me. He noticed I was scratching at my arm all the time, so we examined the offending limb. , Aha, a further outbreak of Acne or Eczema? Well, fancy that, another ailment for me.
I carried on blogging, not getting very far cause I kept mind-wandering off to other things.
I meandered out onto the balcony and took some shots of the slowly getting lower sun, with the awesome pattern of clouds highlighted, it seemed for me personally, with my Pareidolia’s Delight. I bet you can see some of the things I did in the sky. Go on, see what you can find. The ghost? The dolphin? Or maybe it’s my new spectacles that will help me see them? Hahaha!
I’ll have a go on the WP reader, before the next Carer is due. Some great poems and photography on WP tonight. Doug’s cats, Andy and Tim, were exceptional.
21:00hrs I turned off the computer, having managed a little work on the blog, at last, and awaited the arrival of the last Carer of the day’s call. 21:55 hrs: Carer Richard arrived. He did not sound too happy. I got him a cold drink, and he took care of the medications.
After he’d gone, I had some hunger pangs despite my already having eaten a little meal. I took a night view shot while prepping the meal. Potato waffles, veggie sausages, some Milk Roll sliced bread, and a very tasty lemon and lime-flavoured vegan dessert.
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Everywhere there is cheating competition,
Humankind is at fault, the causation…
The world breeds an immoral civilianisation,
Each proletariat morphs into a curmudgeon,
World leaders get greedy & cantankerous,
Who can supply the counter-aggression?
From driving over a chevron…
to militarily, daily killing of a million,
Is this God’s & Allah’s dominium?
I have yet to make my decision!
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