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Heck of a day again. The chronic depression has returned without cause or reason. This time, after three days of feeling up and down, this Monday was a down, down and lower dive. Nothing much was done; I was only interested in doing my blog. The callers felt the same way for some reason. Low & dispirited. Summat’s been going on: they were all appearing uptight. There’s not much to report; good job. I managed to take a few photos. The memory blanks were far fewer but lasted for longer. I can’t win! Well, they won’t even let me into the race for contentment! Haha!
I tried to take a photo in the reflection of the balcony glass of me waving at you.
Morning view.
My one and only mug of Glengettie of the day! Of course, I let it get cold… Tsk!
Filling up quick again, dark shade.
Mystery photo taken?
I put the TV on and became more confused about what I was doing. Left it on for hours. Forgot it was on!
Again.
I heard the tune playing for ‘Keeping Up Appearances’ on the TV and watched the episode. I can remember that!
Carer Christopher arrived, and I mentioned that the laundry had not been returned. He gave me the medications and shot down to fetch them for me. Bless him. He returned with it and had to rush off. It was dry this time, and getting the sleeves and socks back from inside out, I hung them up. I gave him some treats. Thanks for helping.
Still too dark, I must start guzzling the water again.
I’ll put some chips in the oven I heated earlier… I’d not turned on the oven! So, I turned on the oven, making sure the light had lit this time. Tsk! And returned to the blog.
No call from Easy-Link to confirm the booking for Wednesday’s lift to the doctor has arrived. I expect it will come tomorrow, then if they cannot do it, I’ll have to ring and cancel it, making another one for later. There is no way I could walk it or use public transport. And taxis are out of the question as well. Sitting with my legs bent up in low seating will give me grief. , , , and . With the possibility of bleeding, , or & joining in the feast of pain and discomfort. Now it’s in the hands of fate, and of course, , along with whether or not I remember all this on Wednesday morning. So, I suppose that will have to play his part in the proceedings, too. Isn’t life-ageing interesting and challenging?
Back to the action, Hehehe!
Back to the blogging. Taking ages due to all the corrections needed to be done. Then… I definitely smelt burning!
I grabbed the , and hobbled semi-hastily to the kitchen. The smell of a little acrid that attracted my attention was that of a casserole saucepan, the melting serving bowl that I’d left in it, and a white porcelain bowl in that… But obviously, I had turned on the back hob, in mistake for turning off the front hob (I think). You can almost see the heat in this shot. That had melted the large bowl, and the Porcelain bowl fell through into the metal casserole saucepan! I let it all cool down for a while, then took this snap of my three mangulated, misshapen, melted, merged, cracked mixtures moulded together as the porcelain bowl fell through the melted one. I salvaged the porcelain bowl from the vice-like grip of the artistic-looking, smelly mess. (I should have sent the photo to the Tate Gallery?) I left it in the sink bowl in hot water, bleach, baking soda and washing-up liquid to soak overnight. I’ll inspect things in the morning.
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04:30hrs woke with the TV still on. Removed the nocturnal catheter. Made for the wet room without taking any view shots. It was important that I get the ablutions and dreading dressing done ASAP, just in case there were any of the usual events.
Got the shaving and washing done without too much bother. And started to get dressed… This took me over twice as long as it did to do the ablutions and the medicationalisationing! Pain, blood, bruise, bent the little picker-upper, tore the Protection pants, and had to start again. So, Normal-Status Adopted.
Nice red band on the right ankle. Photo taken after creaming it. A new spot was found on the left leg. Slippers on. I couldn’t get the left leg one on, so asked Care Joanne to to put it on when she arrived. Carer Joanne called. She is still having problems with her catheter, and I found it therapeutic to listen to other’s problems for once. We, as usual, found time for a bit of a laugh and joke. Within a minute of Joanne proffering her farewells, chimed from the door chime. It was Carer Maryham, doing the domestic call. She kindly got on with it while I took a sleep, in the knowledge that she would wake me in time for a final check that I’d collected everything needed, ready for the clinic visit, and catch the Easy Link bus. Which the gal did. I got the 3-wheeled walker, and Maryham walked me down to the ground floor, well, in the lift.
Hello, the old clock is back on the wall in the main lobby. I imagine the new clock had been stolen, along with my and other’s bags of laundry? Hehe!
It was drizzling out there, and the mud could be seen that had been walked into the building. My favourite driver was outside waiting for me to be picked up, from Easy-Link. She got the money from my various pockets to pay for the lift and we were off. Turning right down Winchester Street Hill. Sneaked this ahoy en route… But dropped the camera, and I was firmly in the grip of the seat belt, and could not retrieve Kodak Tim, which settled between my legs… until we arrived at the Riverside. I discovered that Dominic, was not there today, and it should have been last Monday that I could speak with him. Of course, these things could happen to anyone… but the odds were it would have to be me!
I decided to have a walk around Bulwell Market and the river until the lift came to fetch me in two hours… but first I had to ask where the toilets were to empty out, you know what… Flipping dark! But it was easy enough to empty today, and hot water and soap to wash with. I hobbled out into the rain and walked to the Bulwell Market and the shops. This was an expensive trip out! Not particularly busy, but with the rain? Looking a little gloomy, too! Called in the Heron store. Needed help with using the cash dispenser again, Tsk! Came out with a bag of fodder, and down to the B&M store. Left with a bigger bag of purchases. Then to the Poundland Store, got some Walkers Worcester sauce potato sticks for a pound, a pack of six and a giant bag of bird seed, and made my way across the road to the river and the pigeons waiting for me. And getting well-soaked at the same time! They must have recognised me? Bless, them… Then a hobble back to the riverside, in the rain. Getting murky again as I approached the building. The lift was waiting in the car park for me. Took these below on the trip home to the empty flat. Hehe! Exiting the car park. En route. Bestwood, I believe. Top Valley? Unknown. Sherwood. Back at the prison… I mean flats! I mused over three weeks ago when my laundry and new bag were never returned, along with a few other poor residents. The following week, I put it all in my new bag, and the laundry was returned… but in an old bag; I mentioned that it was my laundry but not my bag, and they took away the bag. Yesterday, three days after sending and paying for it to be washed, it came back damp. We pulled up, And the gentleman said his farewells, and up to the cell… no, no… flat. Emptied out the fodder from the bags. And got on with making something to eat. Had a go at the blog and finished it in a jiffy… well, maybe not. I got it finished nine hours later.
Checked on the cooking and saw that King Charlie is out of hospital but must recuperate for a week… Ha! This prompted me to write the News Snippet at third from the top for the blog. ‘Charlie is out of hospital’!
Midnight, and in need and ready for sleep… but it wasn’t to be granted. Cheers!
Made a brew. The carer arrived; I forgot to ask them to take my laundry bag… again!
This’ll see me to the funeral.
That filled up quick again!.
Next, a box of catheters was delivered. Then, some spare straps.
I decided to have a snack, a meat pastie. I put it in the oven and returned to blogging. Two hours later, I smelt the burning. The top of the shortcrust pastry had literally exploded in the oven. Pain and effort were gone through to clean the mess up afterwards; it was taken matter-of-factly and light-heartedly. That was because today, the ups & downs periods continued, just the same as for the last four days. Shame, but the pie was well and truly beyond salvation or eating!
Blimey filled up again!
But I did get to do some crosswording. Started a new one and was doing well until a mind freeze developed and mental confusion reigned.
See the stain on the carpet? That was where the damned catheter had been leaking, for all the time I was merrily crosswording and waiting for the evacuation to develop, that never did! Humph!
I tried to take some decent shots of the evening view as I titivated the stew I was cooking. A bit wobbly this one!
Blimus! Filled again! But the colour was much lighter; I’d say it was a perfect number one on the NHS grading card!
I’m not sure why I made such a fowl-tasting bean stew. Make the regularly, but have never done one with such a terrible flavour? Eurgh! I managed a few spoonfuls and gave up as Carer Victor arrived. Got the ankle and neg straps removed. Took his BP & vitals. (They can’t touch me for it, Hahaha!)
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Good colour.
Going to dish these and the other odd pairs that have been weeded on from the leaky catheter bags, valves or tumbles, Whoopsiedangleplops.
I can recall taking these shots. This first one got me in a bad mood as I failed again. Tried again. Ah, not so bad. Shame I couldn’t take a close-up. Well, I did, but they were crap!
This sudden evacuation into the day bag was the first of eleven today. Humph!
Evening effort of the view. Take within seconds of each one.
I was coming out of another sort of trance, and I saw the colour of the sky through the window. Grabbed Kodak Tim and hobbled to the kitchenette to get shots of the sunset before it disappeared. Even in my state of mind at the time, I thought how beautiful the view was. Peaceful, serene, A magnificent scene, Like part of a dream, Not bad for an old sleeveen! I’d better take another Codeine.
Another busy day. But, not not in a wrong way. The pleasure of Vampire Nurse Hristina coming to take my blood for the Warfarin INR checks. Another of my Angels. So sweet & patient, too, and the best bloodtaker I know. Very rarely have bled after she does me! ♥ called for her financial help visit. She ordered a lift for me following Monday, to the Diabetes Clinic in Bulwell. We were too early to book the doctor’s visit in February, but Kara will remind me nearer the time. ♥ She also pointed out how to use the TV remote again; I’m just not taking anything new in, nowadays… well, not keeping it in, anyway. She then made up the meal at the chair table for me – What a gal! She took the laundry down with her for me as she left. She’ll replace the catheter pouch in the morning.
I rose gingerly and felt so cold, as 05:40hrs. Removed the slightly dark urine bag and emptied it. I had a bit of a struggle to get the link tube out, but I got there without any .
Maddeningly Mangled Morning Moon Images
The last one was a smidge betterer!
Signs of a guilt-promoting nature in the bin!
Made a mug of Glengettie tea. I planned to drink it while blogging. But… Was interrupted by the need for a rear-end evacuation. And what a messy one, it was! Had a wash and got the tended to. Then I got daily as and if needed ones attended to. A lot of them were needed. I ran out of the dry-eye spray, but I’ve a little left of the dry-eye drops. Must get some more.
I had a search around in case I might have left a bottle of the eye spray with the medical supplies in or near the Steptoe & Son rubbish room. I’d not, Humph!
The laundry had not been returned yet. I’ll ask the Carer if they know where it is… as long as it’s not been stolen again, I’ll be content with that. Tsk!
A telephone call from the surgery confirmed the February Medicine Assessment appointment. Also, the change in the Warfarin doses, & the need to keep to them strictly. As the level is up and down, they want to know why.
I ordered some slippers from Amazon to stop people laughing at me when they called. Hahaha! They should be here tomorrow, about 22:00hrs. The chances of me hearing the intercom or being awake at that time are questionable, to say the least.
I found these photos of the morning shots that I had unaccountably missed earlier. Well, I say unaccountably, of course, the guilt will be shared twit, , and . With the wind blowing hard, I took these through the kitchenette window glass. The misshaped moon and reflection of whatever it was gave it an airiness? The wide shot of the houses qualified as terrible and artistic, I think? Hehe! It brought back to mind an arcade and Atari computer game of the 1970s. I can’t recall the name. Is there something about space?
The potato was selected to be used for the cheesy baked potato nosh. Got the mega-spud in the oven. Getting the ingredients together and the catheter day pouch emptied. Hours later, when the potato was nearly done, I got the knife and cutlery ready to cut the spud in half and mash it up with some Leicester Cheese, sea salt, black pepper and a knob of Flora no-butter butter… Getting the sharp knife, I, once again, knocked the box off of the shelf… Double-Humph! One of the cheaper knife blades broke into two, another the tip snapped off, not be seen again… (I anticipate finding it, or instead treading on it with no shoes on, later) Emptied the flesh into the mixing bowl. And gave the contents a food mashing up. I put a plaster on the cut fingernail afterwards.
Carer Chris called… or was it Carer Israel?
Finally, I got the nosh served up. I rinsed, put the pots in the sink, and took the meal to the front room. I very nearly had an . Luckily, I often do this; I was unsure if I’d left the tap running, so I went back to the kitchen to check… and I had! The plaster had come off of the finger and blocked the sink plug hole! The sink had filled virtually to the highest point. So I dived, moved the bowl, and yanked out the plaster. Saving the day and water-alert alarm going off! What a Hero! I ran the three scalded fingers under the cold tap and applied some Germolene. The finger had stopped bleeding, so it needed no attention. Back to the meal… eating it from the £300 second-hand shop purchased, c1966, welt-causing, uncomfortable, not-working, itch-inspirational, crumb-containing recliner, using the Carer Kara sorted out for me collapsible table. The cheesy potatoes were fantastic! The burgers were horrible. The wheatmeal rolls were okay. The HP fruity sauce… Eurgh!
05:45hrs: I tackled the removal of the stubborn attachment on the nocturnal and day bag and got it done by 06:00hrs. Hehehe!
It was damned cold this morning! Mind you, I’d not got the ankle & leg straps on yet. Took the first shot from the kitchenette window, and I knocked a bottle of Lloyds Tomato & Basil sauce off of the window ledge. It landed on my right foot. I may have cursed a bit? On the plus side, it didn’t break, missed my , and it was the only item that I dislodged. I disrobed and went off to the wet room. It was too early to use the noisy shower to get a stand-up wash and shave. I got the dressing gown in the laundry bag; it was well full now. I collected a pair of protection pants to change into later, and as I did so, I decided it best to check on the computer first to make sure that the Iceland order was not going to arrive while I was doing my ablutions. A rare moment of temporary mental clarity and memory activity there! Smug-Mode engaged temporarily! The session went well… Yes, that’s what I said! Only two weeny cuts shaving, mind you; there’s always something, and the gums gave me the only bother I had. Even getting the PPs on went almost easily. Great!
Confusion Reigns… I knew I’d got an hour and a bit before the earliest possible time for the Iceland delivery. So I was about to try to get the sink cleaned; I’ll get it done one day... And . Well, Iceland was well early? Within minutes of pressing the unlock button, a rattling came on the door from the food deliveryman. It did not register with me when he said do you want it in the kitchen, I said please, and adjusted my now rather loose dressing gown, and adjusted the day pouch that was slipping… and he’d put the stuff all over the kitchen, loose… this was when I realised it was not the Iceland man at all! He was from J Sainsbury, with whom I had a mess on last week’s order on Friday, delivering the order I’d made for next Tuesday, not today! He shot off, and I went into a semi-panic mode. I’ve got all this stuff to get in the fridge and freezer, but I knew it would fit in… and the Iceland order was also due shortly! It was hard work, but some fodder had to get ditched from the fridge to make room for the new stuff. I ended up taking a carrier bag full of short-dated stuff to the waste chute and ditching it. Then started rearranging things to use less room on the shelves and freezer, suddenly realising I had all the JS stuff to sort yet… These were sorted… Then these… I hope I can get the soda bread in. Great news here, though. The terrible foul-looking meat in a jar that tasted heavenly was delivered, Yummy! More sorting… I got some of the Anya potatoes into the slow cooker for later with the mushroom risotto. Took this shot of the blue-looking view. It wasn’t this blue; I can’t understand why it came out like this. If I remember, I’ll ask Tim from New Mexico later on.
Carer Marie, with a new carer with her, Sanamal and showing her the ropes. Marie is an angel; she said she would get me a pair of slippers from Primark when she goes to town again. ♥ Bless her!
Then, the Iceland delivery arrived. I had to empty the day bag as the chap took the bags to the kitchen for me. Thankfully, not a lot of frozen stuff. Some sauce was substituted, but I gave that and the bread I could not get in the freezer to Carer Kara later; she can hand them out to whoever she thinks. I had a heck of a job getting the fresh stuff into the fridge. I’d bought treats for the carers. Just look at the choc-o-block fridge now! Still, I’ll not starve. Haha!
I took this shot and got on with the blogging. For hours, and hours… it’s been seven up to now.
Teatimish, I took a couple of more… Through the glass of the balcony. The one above showed rejectionist patterns in the rain. Har-Har! How did it get a copy of the cars not in the shot, in amongst the trees and bushes? They look like ghostly cars.
Carer Christopher came, taking the wee-wee out of my peed-on several times and washing designer slippers. Haha! He dished out the medications, and as we chatted, I told him about my not being able to get at the hairs growing on my neck to shave them. We went into the wet room, and he dry-shaved my neck for me… I’m sure the bleeding will stop eventually. (Only joking!)
Back to the blogging. The blue sky returns.
Carer Christopher arrived on his last visit. I was just getting my dinner out of the oven and plated. He took it to the front room for me, and I forgot to photograph it. Mushroom Risotto with some Anya potatoes. Nothing like as delicious as the mushroom Risotto Sister Jane did for me in 1989. That was so good, I can still remember the taste of it! But it was a processed meal, so I couldn’t expect too much.
Zzz! But not for long… soon kicked off. He was vehement tonight, waking me up many times, & starting again within minutes each time I nodded again.
Making the late… or early morning meal, I dropped a saucepan on the kitchen floor. It took me ages to clean up the mess that I made. Accompanied by a few select curse words and name-calling to myself.
Cor, the urine bag had filled up sharpish again; It’s been doing that the day or so now.
I got my cooking hat on. Hehehe! Taking care of not having another ‘dropsies’, I added some potatoes to the veg mix, come stew. Added a jar of chunky tomato-vegetable sauce, some peas, and butter beans to the pan. Putting the last of the roast mini potatoes in as well. Stirring and tasting all the time. Grrreat! By gum, I enjoyed that! Washed the pots.
I retired to the £300 second-hand shop bought in 1966. moth-eaten, bedraggled, grotty, cringingly-beige-coloured, much-dilapidated, crumb-containing from my nocturnal nibblings, bug-ridden, itch-inspiring, not working recliner… get my head down. That was another farce. He was in good form. He really peed me off! I got about three hours kip but woke up needing to use the Porcelain Throne. Two extremes at the same time?
As I removed the night pouch, the urine was dark enough to concern me.
My first view shot of the day.
By the time I’d taken it, the day pouch was pretty filled again, so quickly? But a slightly better colour.
Took a second snap.
Arrived. We had a chat and laughed as the medications and jokes were shared. I took her BP before she left, and it’s all looking good!
I must try to get more slippers… maybe a few pairs if I can find some on sale at a reasonable price. Cause as sure as the Rishi’s Tories are condemned to lose the next election, go into near extinction, as they wait for the Labour masqueraders to financially cripple the nation, Legalise grass, and Nationalise the railways; I’m bound to have another escapade of fluid from the , via a burst, a leak, a strap coming undone again, or perhaps another messy . I think I’m averaging one unanticipated a week this month. Tumbles, faulty valves and walking into a door frame were the last three main reasons.
The next pouch emptying session, and there were so many today, was it back to dark again?
A sticky, gooey edge! Hahaha!
One of my worst ones ever. I read on my notes that the Carer called, yet I have no recollection of the call or who it was either? As I regained a degree of logicalness and awareness, I saw that I’d been working on CorelDraw and this blog. I found many errors in both, but I must have missed many more.
Over the next hours or so, the day pouch was emptied so many times that it seems I took photos of each one; they were on the SD card in this order; They started (apparently) a good colour but grew grimmer at emptying time. Fed up with this!
The clouds could be seen in the dark. The high winds maintained a presence for some time. Aircraft had been grounded – I’m not surprised at the speed at which the clouds were being driven across the night sky. It’s a wonder that they didn’t leave a contrail. Hehe!
Came & went for the rest of the night. Sort of mini-blanks.
I can easily recall taking this shot. I think my cyber-mate, Tim, would call this photo artistic, that’s not the word, but I can’t recall it now. Ten seconds ago, it was all in my mind, ready to type it, and it went AWOL. I can only pass on any praise to, supported by sweet .
. Just Bootiful! Thanks, Jane & Pete!
Another Mystery?
CK was unwilling to come forth, then, as he did, TT controlled the watery, almost splashing out into the Porcelain, stinky finale.
The last leftover vegetable stew was doctored with more borlotti beans and chunky vegetables.
Have a Magnificent Martian Meeting on Monday! In May 1959, Mandell Meggendorfer, predicted Monday’s date as the day the aliens will arrive, and openly reveal all to the earths masses. It’s too late to bet now, but apparently, one German bookie was offering odds of 1 million to 1 that this would happen. Just thought I’d mention it!
06:35hrs: Up and removed the nocturnal night pouch from the day pouch on my left leg. Read the contents label. It showed that 500ml of urine had been passed in a few hours of kip.
An early Blue-Hue shot. I seem to have taken two? Nobody told me. Hehe!
Wet room to get a wash and empty the half-full already day pouch.
Carer Christopher arrived and spent the rest of the day thinning I’d had a wash & shave. But, of course, the slightest distraction from the job in hand, always comes with the risk of forgetfulness.
Christopher has a new yellow bobble hat on. I resisted making any comments of a humorous nature. I liked it, and was jealous! Haha! Chris took a couple of shots of the ailments of the morning. The waste bag, the catheter, always filling faster than Rishi, is losing votes. Chris & her swollen knee for me, bless him. I got the diabetic socks fitted and medications issued.
The urine bag filled quickly again, and the colour didn’t look very good this time.
A bit of red joined the blue hue!
I got the computer going, and I had to empty the flipping pouch again. It was really full this time. I didn’t take a photo, being in a rush to get to the WC, in case it shot all over when I released the valve. Using the WC in the wet room did not turn out to be a good idea! I got into the room, emptied the pouch without any bother, felt a little smug about that… then washed my hands and turned… walking straight into the edge of the door I’d left open. Hitting the chin and shoulder at the same time. Tut! Needless to say, but I will, this set off . I am typing for the rest of the day… well, most of it. It is hard to concentrate, but it is easy to make mistakes. Of course, putting Phorpain gel on the shoulder, dropping the tube and treading on it, squirting most of the contents sell over my legs and the wet room floor, my two odd slippers ageing a stickiness and spreading it about so had to be taken off… then the flaming started as I bent down to pick them up for cleaning, didn’t have me swearing, cursing or anything thing like that, whatsoever. I was cool, calm and collected about the incidents.
I decided, rather sillily, to make an order for Iceland for the following Monday or Tuesday. I’ll check… It was Tuesday. Regarding paying, it went through the confirmation routine, and the bank sent an email;l with a one-off code to use… !!! Could I find my 1986 bought mobile phone? No! I couldn’t even hear if it was sounding. A semi-panic mode was engaged. I searched all over but without luck for half an hour or so. The code usually has to be used within so many minutes, and the time had run out long before I eventually came across the mobile. It was straight in front of me under the computer. But with my eyesight so bad, I did not see it until after searching the drawers and coat pockets and deciding to cancel the order; I found it when I got back to the computer. I tried again to pay, and sent another text message, this time I succeeded in paying up. Whether I blamed Cogniscent Impairment Iris, the waiting to have the Cataracts and Glaucoma Gladys done again, or just blamed my stupidity, it didn’t matter. I was feeling a little low again!
Yet another need to empty the pouch! How come this is happening when I’d not been drinking very much at all? Far short of requirements anyway.
I decided to make a brew of Glengettie tea. I opened a packet of the new large cookies with white chocolates on the top and black chocolate bits inside. They were far too sweet for me. Humph!
Took this shot from the computer chair. I continued making mistake after mistake and errors in typing on the computer. I’ve known for months that this was going to come as Peripheral Pete and the dying neurotransmitters got worse. But it was still a shock to find myself struggling so much. Now I’ll have to cut back on the blogging, no choice. So sad!
Off again. Still too dark as well.
I’m going to get some nosh sorted out. I’ll do some CorelDawing while it cooks.
I must get some size 8 slippers ASAP.
Another tsunami and the last two odd slippers that I have to wear will not be up to withstand another washing machine job.
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I trotted to the wet room…
I took two-morning view shots. A blue hue again.
Made a potent brew of Glengettie tea.
Made a start on the blogging, and an hour or so later… took a snap of the bluer-than-ever sky.
To the wet room for a wash. Again!
The sky getting lights now.
Back on the computer.
I got this from WordPress via email. Anyone else got one? Beats me!
The day bag was once again filling rapidly.
I went to get the kitchen sink & floor cleaned… Dropped the mop, and as I bent to retrieve it, had me on the floor on my knees in a flash, and a kicked in at the same time. These ailments are getting cunning now! By the time I’d crawled to the £300 second-hand shop purchased, c1966, welt-causing, uncomfortable, not-working, itch-inspirational, crumb-containing recliner, and got myself back up on my feet, it took an awfully long time. It confused me as to how it happened; what brought it on? I got the knee Germolened and had forgotten all about the cleaning up I was doing, and got back on the computer. Hours later, at about 10:00hrs, it dawned on me that I’d ordered the Morrison’s delivery to come twit 08:00hrs>09@00hrs. I had to empty the bladder bag again…
Unfortunately, this was when the delivery from Morrisons was due to arrive. I was in a bit of a state of pain and confusion. I had to crawl to the front room and get up on my feet using the recliner, but this took a long time, and I forgot about the delivery due. I cleaned and Germolened the knee injury, just a scrape. Took an extra Codeine and onto the computer. Saw an email telling me it was due, and this was 2 hours after the time given. Panic set in… I rang Obergruppenfurheress Deana to ask for help calling Morrisons. I got a not available message. I was hoping that Carer Kara would come next. I got contact numbers off the internet for Morrisons cause I was sure that the delivery had come, but I could not get through on the intercom… with me spread-eagled on the floor, I wouldn’t have heard the weak chime anyway. Carer Maryam arrived. I got the contact number written down along with the order reference ready and asked her to ring the number for me after explaining my predicament. She got a ‘You’ve dialled the wrong number message.’ And she had to go to get her other duties tended to. Now, this was getting to me. The 0345 322 0000 number Maryham had rang failed. So I did another search and found 0345 611 611, listed as customer services, so I rang it. The line was pretty clear, and I got most of what the lady said without asking her to repeat it too many times. Told her of my woes and gave her the order number and postcode. During the recorded music while she investigated for me, I got an email from Morrisons, giving me this number to ring, as the delivery could not be made or entry gained by the driver. With Stuttering Stephanie in attendance, I mentioned this email to the lady when she returned. They will deliver the order later today, at around 15:00hrs, today. Smashing!
It didn’t happen like this, of course. I found that 0345 calls from landlines are typically charged up to 65p per minute. And Maryham and I must have been on the lines for a total of 3/4 of an hour. Oh, dearie me! I picked this little snippet up while searching for a contact number: Back in 2021, private equity giant Clayton Dubilier & Rice (CD&R) paid £7bn to acquire Morrisons, with the deal finalised before the steep hike in interest rates. I’m waiting for the delivery and hoping I do not have another tumble before they arrive. Humph!
I tried several times to get to Josie today. All failed. I am worried now; I’ll ask the morning Carer if she is okay. My EQ tells me she will not be. Fingers crossed!
I sorted the waste bins out. Nibbling guilt again? More wee-wee escaped of its own accord. The sun came out – then back in again. I took this artistic close-up shot. Bad full again!
Got a call on the mobile. Morrisons told me the man would be with me in 15-30 minutes. And to keep an eye out for him, which is impossible. If I go to the balcony to keep an eye out, and he’s at the foyer doors, I cannot hear the intercom if it goes off.
Carer Kara called. Sorted some paperwork for me. But I was nervous about concentrating on the finances in case I missed the Morrison man due in ten minutes. But he did not come; at least I didn’t hear him.
Another phone call, the delivery will arrive in 15 minutes. We’ll see, I thought. Not that it is Morrison’s fault, but the Accifauxpa caused me to miss the original delivery. Let’s face it: what with the Catheter bag leaking yesterday and now the tumble? What can I get wrong next? I’ll tell yer…
I kept having a quick look out of the balcony and saw an Asda van parked up – ensured that I made this error. I rang Warden Julie, and while explaining my accident and the confusion… I realised that it was not Asda but Sainsbury’s that was overdue! I think she thought something like; Hehehe! But she was patient with me. ♥ I got nothing done on the blog, as I was now staying in the hallway, which I hoovered all the time, just in case the intercom rang. I think An hour passed, and the evening Carer, Christopher, turned up at about 17:15hrs.
The mobile chimed again while he was here, and I could not understand what the caller was saying, so my mate took the call. Chris said the driver was calling, and he’d gone to the wrong floor. It was the Asian chap who delivered the last JS order. A grand patient lad. He and Chris put the goods into carrier bags and left them in the hallway. And the kitchen.
I needed to sit down for a few minutes. Chris left with the driver, and I settled for a bit of rest… But, No! Three failures, and now the innards were beginning to give me some gyp! Fancy that!
Fish week, by the look of it? A bit of lamb crept in there. False surimi prawns, fishcakes of three types… Yes, another cock-up with my ordering! And two brands of surimi sticks. Having them tonight… although it will probably be morning by the time I get them. Vegetable Risotto meals, cobs, bread, cheapo cooking bacon, but no milk. Due to one of my famous mistakes or not, I know not.
I got on the computer for a few hours at long last. I’m now going to get something to eat.
Oh, nearly forgot to put the quiz thingy on…
The Friday Fish Treat Well, most of it was… The Surinami sticks were terrific. As were the beetroot and garden peas. The Morrisons’ smoke haddock fishcakes and battered hake were not so good. I had to abandon eating these fishcakes; they were bland and tasteless!
Here I go again… Mid-eating, I had to stop to empty out my pouch yet again. Got the pots washed, and I got back into the itch-creating, bruise-giving, catheter-tube-tugging, God-awfully uncomfortable, cringingly-grotty, no longer working, dirty beige, anti-sleep designed, c1966, second-hand bought for £300, ten years ago from the charity shop, recliner. Turned on the TV. Nodded off, then woke every few minutes, so I gave up and settled to sleep. Nodded off, then woke every few minutes…
I grappled my way up from the itch-creating, bruise-giving, catheter-tube-tugging, crumb-decorated from my nocturnal nibblings, God-awfully uncomfortable, cringingly-grotty, no longer working, dirty beige, anti-sleep designed, c1966, second-hand bought for £300, ten years ago from the charity shop, recliner, and felt amazingly up for it. Took the photo above of the nocturnal pouch. Then…
However, by the time I’d spent on the crossword book and counting the acne and Excema clumps that had fallen on the floor, about 15 minutes or so… The day pouch had almost filled up!
Carer Shaquille arrived, and we got the medications sorted; no need for any of the ankle or leg straps this morning; I planned to get a stand-up wash and shave. I didn’t make it; that was due to falling asleep again for over three hours later on.
Got on the computer, and I got a visit from my Angel of Mercy, Hristina. She is so kind and understanding, patient too. I also believe she has a high EQ, for she soon picked up on my depression, and we chatted a minute or two after she’d painlessly taken the INR Warfarin blood Test. ♥ A Sweetheart!
The long unanticipated Sleep. How did I not wake up or fall off of the chair remains another of the mysteries of Woodthorpe Court, with the ghosts, wraiths, spectres, cacodaemons, apparitions, and other grotesqueries that haunt the hallways and lobbies, searching for Inchie to curse with bad luck, create ambiguities, abstrucities, perplexities, misfortunes and botherations, to scare. worry and confuse me! Cataract Kathie, Neuropathy Pete and Cognitive Impairment Iris were the main culprits. There’s others, too.
But it took its time.
I cut the fat off of the meat, and cubed it, ready to go in the vegetables later on. Mind Blank Got the veg and sauce in the saucepan. Added the meat, peas and beans, and stirred it in, with some chunky veg sauce.
Blimey, it was freezing out there; the nurse and Carers said so as well.
Made a mug of Glengettie tea. And started on the Ode.
Sister Jane rang. We had a little natter. She will call me later, in case I nod off before the Forest Cup match begins later on. It’s on TV.
Pretty delicate clouds.
An hour later, the darkness fell, and the sun rushed down over the horizon. Then I took a close-up shot.
I got the potatoes from the oven and added them to the pan. Good and crisp they were. Maintained stirring up and, at one time, added a bit more sauce. Enough there for two meals, sn tomorrows will all ready for warming up. Well, that’s the plan!
I got a phone call from the Doctors with the updated Warfarin /INR blood test results. The INR had dropped to 1.8, from 3.2. The dosages had gone up a smidgeon, as I expected. 1½ every night, apart from Thursday, that is two. I got the nosh served up.
Bootiful! Rich, tasty, lip-smacking good!
Carer Israel arrived. In a bit of a rush, he’s doing the last late call as well, as I got ready to watch the football. I took a photo of him that was the best shot I’d taken for ages. Whoopsiedangleploppery! In the morning, I found that I’d not got the SD card in! Grumph! Sister Jane rang to remind me about the match being on TV.
The Cup Match was between Blackpool (League 1) v Nottingham Forest (Premier Div, [as of now anyway]). Premier League side Nottingham Forest needed extra time to see off League One’s Blackpool in a thrilling FA Cup third-round replay at Bloomfield Road. Forest had looked to be cruising into the fourth round when Danilo made it 2-0 in the first minute of the second half after Andrew Omobamidele had scored in the 16th minute on his Forest debut. But Blackpool fought back in style at a raucous Bloomfield Road.
Albie Morgan, whose poor back-pass had led to Danilo’s goal, pulled one back with a great strike from 25 yards before substitute Kyle Joseph headed in from close range to make it 2-2 to set up a frantic finish. Then, in the eighth minute of additional time, Blackpool almost won it, but Orel Mangala made an incredible block on the goal-line after Karamoko Dembele had gone around Forest goalkeeper Odysseas Vlachodimos.
Early in the second period of extra time, the visitors retook the lead as Ryan Yates’ low cross from the left was turned in by Chris Wood for what proved to be the winning goal.
Blackpool boss Neil Critchley felt the goal could have been disallowed for offside and said the fact video assistant referee technology was used at the first match (because it was held at a Premier League ground)) and not at the replay was damaging the “integrity of the competition”. Nuno Espirito Santo’s side will now play away at Bristol City on Friday, 26 January, in the fourth round.
