ANOTHER BAD NIGHT KIP That is only to be expected, mind you. The geyser-like papules had to keep being dried, Anne Gyner was bothersome again and with no catheter night bags available, the little day pouch had to be emptied a few times. I hope the prescriptions arrive tomorrow. (Mind, I’ve been saying this for the last two Sundays!) Will the Finasteride tablets come? Not a cat-in-hells chance of getting rid of until they do. Then I’ve to take the entire course of them, however long that will be. Then the plan is, as long as I can pass urine myself, if so, for the district nurses to take out the catheter. But if I can’t pass, the only other option is a permanent catheter to be fitted. That is not a pleasant thought. Then again, will I ever get the tablets? They were ordered three weeks ago! Hey-Ho! The water-spouting papules still had the face pattern to them this morning. I think a new one coming up has given my face lips now! Har-har!
Another mystery photo was taken?
Grand colour urine this second emptying!
Belated first mug of tea. Took this to show you the dank weather
Today had three visits. All messy! Carer Rahmat came for the first two visits. Got the ablutions done after her first visit. Did it in less than two hours. No cuts, shaving, no bleeding teeth, no Whoopsies or Accifauxpas.
Then (It had to happen with me feeling smug, of course), I went to make a brew, and I just had to take a photo of the new flowering tree over the way, which is coming on a treat.
The kettle boiled, and I got the brew made. Turned to take another photo and realised I’d left the window open. Ouch! I head-butted the edge of the frame.
An hour or so later, the sun was doing its best behind the thick clouds t
Amazingly, what seemed like minutes later…
The clouds broke. It was probably hours later cause I was busy losing the battle with the computer, which is doing the oddest of things of its own accord!.
Tea-time Carer Charly or Rihanna arrived at 20:40hrs. They’ve been struggling today; bless ’em. Gave me the medications and took a snap of my head-butting the window frame result.
What a Plonker!
Got the meal served up.
Last of the imitation meat, thank heavens. Taste: 7/10. Not good at all, this. But all the other the ingredients were okay.
Only one papule is still leaking tonight; all the others seem to be dwindling into the ether as fast as they came on.
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But don’t let fool you. It was horrendous!
When I say horrendous, it wasn’t all horrible; there were about ten minutes of near-contentment around 13:00hrs.
The promise of the medications about to arrive was soon demolished.
About a third of them came. But no Catheter night bags, and the new tablets for the Prostate reduction, failed to make it.
So, the night is going to be another one of agony.
Another promise of the rest of the things to arrive tomorrow; I’m not too hopeful of fruition after waiting for a fortnight. No Warfarin, but I do have a few left. No INR nurse arrived to take the blood for testing. No DVT nurse came for the vein draining. Heard nothing about the next brain scan. The after-stroke & falls team have not appeared for a few weeks. I’m out of the cream for Little Inches’ fungal lesion.
And I’ve had a tumble in the kitchen. Hands and knees job back to the front room, knocking the bottles of spring water off of the ottoman en route… with one of them landing right on my Onychovryotosis (ingrowing toenail). Slipped using the arm of the c1966. charity shop bought, second-hand, wincingly grotty, beige coloured, not working, crumb-covered from the nocturnal nobbling, itch-making, uncomfortable, virus breeding, easy-to-fall-out-of recliner, to get back up on my feet. Had to sit down for a while.
The Carer gals had done their best for me.
But there is always that feeling; ‘What next!’ There’s always something going wrong. Now it’s emails from Grammarly telling me my renewal has been refused, but not why. Is it another con job?
Depression is a constant in my life now!
Still, the Matron called to see me. She’s been asked to by the Doctor, who was worried about me? Now that’s new and nice! I mentioned the lack of medications, night bags for the catheter, and the odd sensations that overcome me at times. The problems with mail, email and the computer, not being able to get onto online banking to sort things out; and no help available with these issues. At least, I think I mentioned these difficulties to Matron. If not, I meant to.
Now 23:45hrs, and I’m up to here in the blog. Tired, smelly, worried, half-out-of-it, and so hungry. Nowt new here then… – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
A night of with the odd bother from tormenting ensuring that I seemed to spend longer awake than asleep. I gave up trying around 05:00hrs.
The urine looks darker than it really was when I emptied the pouch.
No change in the ankles.
No chance of any cloud pareidoliaing this morning. White cars rule in the car park.
Jimminee, the colour of the wee this time was almost perfect. And I was passing a lot, too!
The computer on! Made an order for Asda for next week. And signed up for the Delivery pass, which should save me a little. Went for the cheaper one, so I have to book orders for Tue-Wed-Thur each time to get it free.
The urine is getting a move-on today. Lovely colour too!
Wonderful clouds this afternoon!
During the day, I had Carers Kara, Domestic Denise, Carer Josef, and Carer Carer Sam, who brought the part-medications for me; bless her. And bless Carer Carolynne, who looked at the computer problem for me. No decision was made or action was taken; mind you, she didn’t have the time.
Went to check on the spuds in the slow cooker. Not sure how I took this photo?
Matron arrived. As I said earlier, whatever I could remember about the medicationalistical situation, I passed on to her. Got a student with her.
Hahaha! The wee kept on coming! A good thing, methinks?
Overcast as the rain stopped, I took this picture. Not very good, is it? Tsk!.
It’s gerrin’ a better colour as the night comes on! Great!
Nosh Served Up
The potatoes were slow-cooked with sea salt & vinegar. Can if garden peas, and a first for me, never tried them before, imitation fish goujons, with a cob or two. Followed by the cheapest of yoghourts, flavoured with some lemon curd mixed in. (Nice!) The vegan batter on the goujons was okay; the content of them was, well… tasteless! Disappointing, shan’t bother with them again. Overall, a flavour rating of 6.2/10.
Left the pots in the sink soaking and got my head down. Colin Cramps gave me a break, and even Anne Gyna onlywoke me up with her stabbing pains about six times. The tiny day catheter pouch Still none of the larger night bags delivered); let me know it needed emptying twice. As you can see by the top Ode, Dementia Doreen gave me an odd dream to use in the rhyme. Bless her!
May you find fun and festivities & have fantastic future feasts frequently!
Worra duff day, again! There are still no medications or night Catheter bags delivered. So no chance of any pain relief fro Ann Gyna; or poor Little Inchie bleeding and chaffing on the Catheter tubing. So nowt new there! I seem to have attained a permanent state of depression this morning… well it’s well into the afternoon now… good heavens! Just looked at the one clock left working, and it’s nearly teatime… as it used to be. 17:00hrs!
Let’s have it… who stole the day? This place is full of mystery and connivery! Time moves without my knowledge, I say! Little things can be so digressionary… I washed-up last night, but I can’t find the cutlery? My Porcelain visits indicate the onset of dysentery! Anne Gyna, Colin Cramps, and swollen ankles all getting at me! I’m breathing better, but I’m coughing more this Monday… I don’t mind coughing; I’m not keen on a coffin! All the usual traits linger on, like being dithery…
The catheter tube making Little Inchie bloody,
Should I change this blog into a shockumentary?
I’m not in good shape, physically…
But in a far worse plight mentally! Each night I’m so tired, my eyes cloudy & bleary… I can get off to sleep usually… But not now, thanks to the apothecary… No Anne Gyna tablets, Colin Cramps, painfully… Both ensure that I sleep abortively… Waking me in pain so often, grindingly! In despair. Had enough, Me? Absobloodylutely!
Pretty coloured wee-wee this morning.
A little misty. City Hospital is in there somewhere.
The trees are coming on well in the roads below…
When the petals fall in the fall, will they be messy at all?
Bootiful puffer-clouds. I don’t think that’s the official name of them…
A few hours later…
I’ve only had one Porcelain Throne evacuation yet. Carer Sam and Carer Jo-Anne have called. I’ve been in and out of it again. No medications or night Catheter bags come. Fancy that! And it’s only been a week without the medications & Catheter bags. Bloody agony – but is anyone interested? Silly question! Isn’t life good?..
The door chime chimed – it was the postman. Delivering
the camera from my cyber-buddy Tim Price. Bless him!
Cracking camera that I can carry in my pocket, if ever
I get out again, that is. I was like a kid opening the
box. I took a snap of the old Fuji with it
Then one of the new Kodak with the Fuji.
Then the first cloud photo with the new one. Smashing! Thanks, Tim!
Carer Jodie called; no medications or bags.
Helped me with text messages.
Back on the Kodak…
Gorgeous!
Flat views.
Thick veg soup with tons of flavouring. Liquid smoke, sea salt & BBQ sauce.
Flavour rating: 6.4/10 (Can’t win ’em all!).
called. Sorted the meds… well, not them we had run out of, naturally. No night bags to use. We had a little chin-wag.
She woke me more often than MPs fiddle with their tax returns. So sleep was another farce. No sooner got down in the c1966 Charity shop bought, second-hand, whiningly grotty, beige coloured, not working, crumb-covered from the nocturnal nibbling, itch-making, uncomfortable, virus breeding, easy-to-fall-out-of recliner, and the kicked off. One good thing is that he gave me a break; he was of no bother at all! Not that he was needed, mind you – with no medications for her, was more than enough to guarantee me a lack of sleep again!
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – Overview, Revue & Waffling Ode I sat looking at the screen for an age, impotent, Trying to be creative, but I couldn’t, The brains power and batteries were absent, The mind was not interested nor compliant! But, I was determined to get through this addlement… This Mind-Blank, with a feeling of being insignificant, My thought process is uncomplaisant… Was it Doreen’s Dementia being defiant? The thoughts fused, terribly absonant… Focus clarifies a smidgen, then back to blent, Many hours I’ve just spent… Doing this ode, although claudicant… I’ve written very little, originally meant… Going through denudement, with no denouement!
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The urine was another bad colour.
Popped through the letterbox was a leaflet regarding Winwood Heights Social activities. Which was impossible to read due to the small print and, of course, , & are chief suspects as well. My immediate desires inspired, were for me to go on a day trip out to the coast, maybe? Then, of course, reality kicked in. How the heck would I cope with the catheter and bag emptying? Taking the medications? Ans, should be some miracle I made it to Skegness; there would be no way on the planet that I could resist a fish & chip meal! Then, of course, should I be foolish enough to go on one – there is little doubt that one of the medical procedures I’m on the list for would arrive on the same day! Plenty to choose from; Cataracts, Glaucoma, Saccades, replacement bladder, and DVT vein bleed. Or another one of the Brain Scans. I’ll have to go into a self-sulk mode and forget about any idea of a day at the seaside; it’s just impracticable! (Is that the right word?)
The Iceland order arrived.
Strawberry treats for the gals. With some different drinks this time. Vanilla ice-cream-flavoured ones. I tried one later from the fridge – very nice! The especially ‘flattened’ wholemeal rolls. Miraculously, they had some of the cheap kitchen towels in stock for once.
The highlight was a meal I had never tried before. Looking forward to this.
Good Heavens…
The urine was running a much healthier colour!
Mind Blank Time One minute I was on the computer, went to the Throne, and found myself five hours later, standing in the kitchen taking photos in the dark?Obviously, Carers had called, but could I remember who and when? No!
Raining!
Got back to the computer but just could not focus, so packed up and back to take the photos again.
The rain has stopped, and as I went into the kitchenette, the sun found a gap in the clouds, offering me some pareidoliaing time.
Got the oven on heating up for the potato chunks. The ready meal will go in the microwave for nine minutes. So potatoes in when the heat gets to 200, 20 minutes later, I can put the Moussaka in the microwave, and hopefully, they will both be ready at the same time.
Back to the . The messy evacuation needed cleaning up. Then I realised that the WC tank was filling up very slowly – and while doing it, there was no water available from the cold tap on the sink? Friday night again – things always go wrong when there is no one on-site to help! Grumph!
Back to check on the meal to check… But could not resist these views, a Pareidlia’s delight!
. Both of these snaps offered up a multitude of figures for me to identify. The fact is, I was at it so long I overcooked the potatoes – but nae bother, I like them tinged a little brown around the edges.
Gorgeous tasting this one was! I was sat in the second-hand shop-bought, £300, c1968, overwhelmingly-sickeningly-beige coloured, tatty, uncomfortable, wobbly, germ-producing, falling to pieces, food residue collecting recliner, feasting on this wonderfully flavoured fodder; when, in came Carer Jozef. He was soon off, with no night bag to change and no medications to give – they have still not arrived yet!
Finished off the nosh, washed things up and settled to watch a Jonathan Creek episode on the TV. But it was not to be... Zzz!
I woke around 04:20hrs – with the worse ever attack of. That I’ve ever suffered. The legs, the right one in particular, were warped, with ridges and almost holes showing in the lower legs. Naturally, I was the brave, heroic, high-pain-toleranced, devil-may-care sort of young man that I am; there was no oohing, arghing, or swearing. In fact, I merely laughed it off.
My feet and ankles were slightly swollen after Colin Cramps gave up on me. And they were looking a lot better, although a little rough looking.
At about 06:00hrs, I ventured to the . I finished the evacuation, had a rinse, medicated my tenderer areas with Germoloids, Cortisone and Germolene and left the wet room. .This was an hour after going into e wet room.
The first pouch procedure went rather well, and the urine was clearer than of late.
The ankles were getting a bit meaty looking for some reason?
The Asda order arrived
The helpful driver took the things through to the kitchen for me. Treats; marshmallows for the old man and pouches of instant chocolate for the nurses and carers. Got some flowers as well. The highlight was getting some imitation pork at last. Some sourdough cobs. Hopefully, I’ll have these with the non-meat meat. With some chips, with a couple of the well butter-veganed sourdough rolls.
Heap trouble with the computer!!! Got this screen telling me it was needed to rescue Firefox? It ran of its own accord??? Not the foggiest what it was all about. This came up while it was doing its thing… I Waited in how for… Five hours! But it showed 1.08% done on the first of the five dozen, whatever they were working on. I lost patience and turned it off and rebooted it. MISTAKE? Since then, I am getting advertisements with the pages I use for the snippets; hundreds came in on the email and could not be closed until after I opened them??? Shit! This is why I’ve only one snippet on – it’s just too confusing with the pages sending me advertisements all the time!
Although I was stewing about the computer, I loved the sky this evening.
Later on, I took these.
This last one came out better than I thought it would with the sun straight at me. Although I can’t take any credit.
The wee-wee was getting darker again, as per usual in the evenings.
Well, that caught me! An hour later, another emptying produced this clear as gin result??? Beats me? But most things do.
I made a start sorting the nosh out. Yet another Inchie-Idiosyncrasy! Or a failing… Or . Or Cock-Up… I got the plate laid out with the sarnies, added the chips and tomatoes, and took a great photographicalisation of it there on the wheeled server top.
It was in the morning when I realised it was not on the SD card. Humph!
A selection of photographicalisations taken by Inchie. He, a pareidoliaing addict who thought others might appreciate the value & delight in some of these, taken over the last four weeks from his kitchenette window.
Yes, most people have a larger toilet than his kitchen. However, he loves living there up in the clouds, Away from the maddening crowds, While pareidoliaing, he’s had many thoughts sprout, It’s his way of trying to chill out… With a bag of crisps and a bottle of stout, It’s all his delight, he asks and wants for nowt… Sunset clouds… He’s always on the lookout, Course, he’s medical things to worry about… He believes pareidoliaing helps shut them out… He’s almost contented in his kitchen, his redoubt… If he spots an animal or figure, Well, that could be a trigger… For far less frustration and anger… In one of these photos, he sees an old codger! Another, he thinks there’s a beefburger? In the one looking like the moon, a derringer! Ghosts, angels… course, he’s as blind as a badger! – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
Here we go…
A humdinger of a view! – Press Here! Hehe!
Beautiful!
Can you see anything in there?
Lumix efforts.
See the arms and legs? I can’t now, Humph!
You must see the ghost? Har-har!
Now you really must?
Marble clouds?
Like the surface of the moon? Lumix shot, see the black spot? No idea what caused it, but it’s still there!
My imagination goes on the rampage for these two!
Sunset finishing
Next night. (Fuji camera)
Oil painting-like?
Afternoon twinkling?
Peaceful!
Layered sky. Sun going down… Star Trek clip?
Yesterdays ghost. Taken through the rainy window in the kitchen
🎶 Ghost riders in the Sky? 🎶
The face of the year so far… See him?
Moon surface?
Last week I think. Star Wars? No… erm…
Star Tre… no. Erm… oh, dearie me…
Will whatsit was in it… aliens flashing lights and
sounding klaxons. Anyway, it made me think
about that film.
Ah… I’ve Gorrit! Well, I think I have.
Not so sure now…
Please let me know if anyone can see what I do in this cracking last picture, please? (Creatures)
