– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – A GREAT START TO THE DAY THIS MORNING – Yes! But it didn’t last too long. I had a as I tried to dislodge my bulk from the c1966, charity-shop-bought, second-hand, wincingly grotty, beige coloured, not working, TV remote hiding, crumb-covered from the nocturnal nibblings, ancient itch-making, uncomfortable, virus breeding, easy-to-fall-out-of, recliner. I had a few, actually, to be right! Islipped off of the recliner seat when taking off the night pouch. … Then, I walked into the drawer cabinet. This, I believe, was caused by the eye patch shooting off as the tape broke. I was virtually blind for a few seconds, just enough time to shoulder-charge the stack of plastic draws, send the yellow recycle box of used Anoxaparin needles, to the floor… missing at my lunge for , and clouted the back of the dodgy right hand, which I could have done without. The eyes, hand, and to a degree, my old friend , have given me much hassle today. So I got stuck into blogging just cause I love it and wanted some escape from the pressures of old age, ailments and my new-found-again self-pity moments. I lost most of the tabs I made that I use in the blog. Note the new ones on this post. I had to make all 125 of them from scratch again… no meals, no wash & shave and here I am only just starting this blog off at 00:35hrs in the morning… with the eye patch hanging off again! I’ll have to rush if I stand any chance of any sleep. Being a blog addict does not help. Forgive my forthcoming details and bad chronologically.
Dark urine again this morning. It didn’t get much better.
The back of the hand was beginning to look moonlike again. Hehehe!
The Carer took a shot of the eye while the pad and cover were washed… not successfully, though. She got the things back on.
The pad had come loose again when the gal returned. Soon got it sorted for me.
The plates & pins look good!.
. Patched up again. My eyesight is causing me to miss when doing anything, pouring water in a mug, or seasoning into a bottle. But worst of all – I’m making more and more mistakes on the keyboard. I’ve never taken so long… Humph! I hope I live long enough to get it finished. Har-Har!
. Plan D on the fourth visit. Hahaha!
. Next to the last call. Looking better… At least, I think it is?
Got nothing done, no meal, no time. I was determined to get the new tabs done. And I did, but it laid me up. Hehehe!
Caught the sunsets end.
Got to get to Kip now. Nurse Christina coming in the morning… ♥ You can see why I love her. ♥
I’ll see if I can get back on to this in the morning… It’s now gone 03:15 hours already. Sleep? What’s that, then?
If only I hadn’t made the cock-up of the year in losing those tabs from the file. I still don’t know how I did it… It was . I think!
No notes to refer to, and most likely in chronological disorder. The odd mistake grammatically is possible. Lack of detail as well (please be free to ask if anything should draw your attention). I realise that the 8 Billion People in the World, that my fan base and followers come from, may like to know more.
Either of you, please feel free to ask. Hehehe!
04:00hrs up. Not much urine in the night bag.
Tried to picture the buttercups and daises on the bottom field, across from the flats. Not a good one.
Gathered the things ready to go to the hospital. Got an early dinner breakfast.
I knew that Virgin Media was going off today, so didn’t bother to use the computer. (Not that Liberty-Global Virgin media doesn’t go down every day as it is. Messy splattery Porcelain Throne visit, then got the ablutions done. Ablutions tackled and got dressed. 2hrs:18minutes! arrived and got the medications given to me. I asked Sam if she knew if they had managed to find me a carer to go with me to the hospital, as they (QMC) insisted upon. But she didn’t know or not. I pressed on. Only about an hour before the lift was due, I found out when they rang me, telling me to meet the carer in the lobby.
I readied the stuff and hobbled down to the main lobby to await the lift, and met the Carer. For the first time ever, the lift was late. By about fifteen minutes, but we still got there on time, because this driver used the direct route without the GPS.
QMC EENT Department The Carer and I were dropped off at the entrance doors. We approached the helper’s desk and followed her instructions to the area we needed. The Carer, who had the fantastic hearing, did the talking. We got into a waiting area and reported to the desk, and took a seat. I nattered to the Carer, who said she is in between shifts. I thanked her for helping me out and coming.
We were there, I think, for about an hour. The kind carer communicated with the medics for me. Another hour I think, passed. And A nurse fetched me to see the surgeon who was about to ‘do my eye’s Phacoemulsification. (Cataract procedure) A quick check on the machine thingy…Which revealed something that gave that chaos a grave expression. Danged if I heard what it was he said fully. He produced a legal document that I had to sign. This said I was aware of the chances of success were only… no, that there was a 30% chance of failure due to my age and other dispositions and ailments. (Something like that) I signed it. They have to cover themselves. That’s fair enough. He then said I have a hairline split in something or other, and it may be necessary to have a new summat fitted to ensure sight again. I even asked him twice, I think, what it was. But is no longer in my brain-storage area (along with a lot of other stuff! Like people’s names. Hahaha!). I went back to the waiting area, and I chatted with the Carer. Shortly after that, I was collected and prepared for the procedure. I’ve no idea how long it took, but it seemed to be over in about 15 minutes to me. The reassuring voice of the surgeon says, “That went well, Gerry!”
They put me back in the wheelchair and returned me to the waiting area. I think the drugs (I liked them!) were still affecting me, and it took a while for me to sink things in. A kind nurse came to me and explained that the Carer has had to go to work for her usual shift. No panicking, cause she added: She (the Carer) had arranged with someone for a lift home as the pick-up time for EasyLink had been overshot by an hour. A taxi was going to pick me up at 17:25hrs, I think. And no charge for it either! The tired Carer had looked after me and made some notes on a pad for me – fair enough, I couldn’t read the at that time… or later, for that matter. Hehe! That was so nice of her to sort things out. And, she had told the nurse about my need to get some cash, and the pleasant nurse ran me in the chair to the cash machine, then back to the EENT department. Where the cab was just pulling in to collect me. A silent no, speaking journey. Until he got on the roadway to the flats and asked which one to drop me at. Which he did!
Back to the Cell… no, Flat! A good bruise on the back of the right hand. And called Meridian to let them know I was back at the prison… Care Handover Document. Eye Drops – They will need a carer to do them for me; four times a day I think it is needed. With my and , it’s too dangerous for me to do it… that and the taping back on of the eye patch. I can’t get the glasses on over the patch at the moment. But think it should be possible once the swelling goes down. So my vision is not good. I can see now why they told me to have a Carer stay with me for 24hrs. But with the short notice given for the procedure, it couldn’t be done. I still appreciate them getting someone to go with me, though.The tape soon fell off of the eye pad. I Cleaned up a spot of blood, and Carer Chris arrived. He put the first drops in and did his best to secure the patch.
The pouch suddenly started filling up at a rate of knots, as soon as I got back to drinking the spring water.
Did all the calls for eye-patching and medicating. The patching is needed five times a day. Chris said for two weeks! That is going to be a tall order for the carers. Still, he got four of them in today and was helpful in getting the patch back on carefully and as firmly as possible for me. Thanks mate. He is aware of the problems I risk with , and , being liable to damage the eye by my poking it. Hehehe!
The one sunset photo I managed. I pressed lightly on the patch to make sure any bright light was avoided, as ordered.
Dark wee-wee again.
The patchwork by Chris stood up well!
Yesterdays bruise. This morning!
& . tended to. Messy, really urgh! Three cuts shaving. Then a tumble,as I bent to empty day pouch. Refilling the WC’s non-working water tank, and started off pain-giving. Got on the computer determined to get this blog started off. .
arrived. Got the eye drops done and did a good job on getting the eye patch back on, and jelled the back pain. Thanks, gal!
Started to work on the blog… .
After a longish wait, so I cleaned the carpet, net was back on.
Actually got some blogging done at last, and for about two hours… then… .
Blogging and down it went again. Carer Rhamat arrived. Did the eye drops but not putting the patch back on. I tried to do it as good as I could. Not a good job. hit me unexpectedly; she sometimes gives a little shudder first so I can prepare for her attack; but not this time, and… I poke myself right in the cataracted eye! Did it hurt, you ask? YES! The Inchie designed eye-patch-erection fell to pieces! Dare not try again, so I’m working with a loose eye-protection erection. Hahaha!
No one called again for the 14:00hrs eyedrops. But that timing is from the hospital paperwork that was part of the NHS ‘Transfer of Care Medication Plan’. Who too? No idea. Maybe me?
I went back on with the blogging for an hour or so…
Not off for so long this time.I hastened to get the blogging done, but I had to divert to the . Badgered getting the water hauled from the kitchen to the WC tank again. I keep having to take extra painkillers with this long-running issue. I wonder if anyone has informed them of my difficulties? (I am a fool!)
Back on with this blog. I managed a good 20 minutes before… .
I got the laundry bag checked and ready. And… . Bending down and lost my balance. The eye patch was knocked off, and the already bruised right hand hit the door frame as I grabbed at it after dropping .
This was a l.ow point!Hahaha! I’m struggling to get things done here. Had I had help to replaster the eye patch from someone who could look at what they were doing, it may have survived the clout intact. But this is all conjecture. As soon as I find out what conjecture means, I’ll let you know. I struggled to get some sort of protection, as the pain from the self-inflicted prod in it continued… But, of course, it didn’t bother a man of my calibre in the slightest. No feeling sorry for myself, snivelling, swearing or self-pity; oh, no. I had another go at securing the lens cover… Meanwhile…
Went into the kitchen to use the light to see and took this view of the scenery.
I managed to get the lens cover secured, but it looked a little rough around the edges. More importantly, I’d used a lot of the tape and may run short now! ARGH! Look s like I may have hit the head on the tumble as well?
I gave up blogging when… I’m in pain. Frustrated! Annoyed! And the thought of taking off the protection for the next Carer to put eye drops in, is somehow bothering me? No idea why?
Got the email prepared. It looked good and tasty to me. Then I tried it… Oh, dear! The peas were good… That’s all! Flavour Rating 1./10. The worst in many a month!
Went to throw most of the meal away and get the pots washed. Caught the end of the sunset.
I believe I got up, not woke up, cause I never got to sleep: at 04:35 hours. I’m certain-ish that was the time on the big clock. Time seemed to go by like greased lightning!
I took the night pouch from . A little dark again.
Thinking I had plenty of time before the arrived, and needing to use the , I made for the wet room and got on the Throne first. Well, another reversal in the fight between & . Trotsky had regained superiority over Konrad this morning. What a messy job! I got teggies, carefully cleaned. A fair bit of bleeding, though. Then tackled the shaving, with Blood-Bringing-Boris-Razor adding to the haemoglobin loss, and only from two little nicks. A good splashing of the Brut after-shave stopped it easily enough. I was already stripped for the shower, turned on the power to the shower, went back into the wet room and opened the shower curtain to have a looked-forward-to-shower. As the two end curtain rings shot off! Not wanting to splash the water all over the room, I decided to get the step ladder and replace the hooks to the curtain. I got the picker-upperer, picked both hooks up, and in doing so, caught my chin with the handle of the picker-upper. The blood flowed again! So, even more, Brut after-shave was used, which stung a bit this time. I went off into the front room, got the ladder, went back to the wet room, and gingerly got up the ladder eventually; it took me a while, with my not seeing so good, but I did get them reattached. Then, a moment of doubt came over me – had I left the kitchen sink tap running? It had to be checked out. Despite that it was, or should have, been obvious that I had not used the kitchen taps yet! In the kitchen, and while in there, I thought I’d put the kettle on, which I did, why I don’t know. Then: . Came in; I didn’t hear the door chime cause I was in the kitchen. It must have taken her a lot of effort not to burst out laughing! Well done, gal! There I was, reaching up to get the kettle filter, wearing nothing but a red face and . With only a quickly-grabbed sheet of kitchen towel to try and hide my poor Little Inchie, I made my way to get a dressing gown on. I think she saw the funny side of things. I hope. My mind was all over the place then. I forgot momentarily about me just about to have a shower as we talked about something or other. I even asked her to put some Phorpain gel on . Not realising I’d be under the shower shortly. I was really confused and struggled with things. I think that took the laundry down for me, but I’m not sure if it was Sam or the later Carer, Jo-Anne. Sam took the waste bag and had a smile on her face, I’m sure; when she departed. Hehehe! I don’t blame her, either.
I got the showering completed at last. Spent most of the time doing it, thinking about how I could have got the time so wrong this morning. Then I decided it was the fault of , and . Before I’d finished the shower, I added , then another guilty one, . I may add to this list later. The feet and legs were looking betterer. Dried off with the bath towel, and started the medicationing. then I Germoloided . Germolened the stomach flab and between the legs and on the outer bum. (Catheter catching) Daktacorted poor . . Got the alert and alarm wristlets back on. . Got some more aftershave on the cuts that were leaking blood again… That made me jump a bit!
Carer Chris came, but what the heck happened during this visit? Apart from a feeling it went well, there are no details in my memory bank whatsoever.
By the time I’d got a bit of nouse back, I found I’d posted off the Friday blog. I just hope that I’ve finished it first.
I found the oven on with nothing in it.I’d taken out frozen cobs to that in the heat on the window ledge. Found this photo – no idea when I took it. But it is beautiful.
Can’t recall taking this one at all, or why. Mayhap, giving me some pain and stick, with having to fetch buckets of water again to flush the loo?
Aha, This one prompted the memory box. It was when I first put the computer on this morning. Self posing? Hehehe!
Yee-Gawds! It’s nearly 19:00hrs. evening visit. A new lad, he’s coming out of his closet now. Getting my sense of humour I think he likes it. He Phorpained my lower back, gave me some Peptac, and took the bin bags with him. He also checked the electricity meter, but was as aware if what to get a reading as I was – Zilch! I’ve added it to the list of help needed on the whiteboard. Getting full now.
Arrived, Blimey, it’s gone 20:00hrs already. Better get the nosh sorted. Back in the morning to play catch-up!
Saturday Morning Late. WHAT A RIP-ROARING COCK-UP!
I took photographicalisations of the meal, the night sky, a bleeding finger & my stubbed toe… Maybe others? This morning I took three, the urine bag, the morning view, and the bloodied stubbed toe again. Then I belatedly realised the card was in the reader! Arrgh! Back to last night…
Found this on the SD though... I’m not certain why I took this one?
Judging by the shadow’s position, I took this mid-afternoon.
I think I look this one earlier and missed it, but maybe not. The urine was clear, but by the morning, it was back to a sort of dark brown/red. Note some papules trying to reappear?
I put this into the computer, which is where I left it while I took a load of other lost photographs!
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I woke up coughing with the odd sneeze and bent down to remove the night pouch. Almost immediately and the most annoying kicked off. Then my spectacles fell off of my head. I dropped the picker-upperer retrieving them. Now, the hinges are even loser and more delicate than they were before! And the which the picker-upperer fell on, are sorer! I lifted the bag to see how much had been passed in the night, and the colour to record on the log.Carer Sam later confirmed it was a level four. I made up the waste bags. Then I washed the pots. Went to make a brew of tea, and had to shoot off (Well, hobbled) to the wet room in response to the innards rumbling and rear-passageway’s seemingly-urgent emissions of winds. I fumbled my way and got the PP’s down, tearing them in my haste. Then just sat there waiting for something to move for ages. Couldn’t see to do the crosswording, or count the cracks on the ceiling. Worra life! Hehe! Good heavens look at the time; it’s gone 19:00hrs. I’ll have to do the rest in quick mode, or I’ll not get owt to eat.
Carer Sam called, and we had a little natter. Carer Jodie next. Good, short chinwag. Then I got the call from QMC EENT. . I tried to call EasyLink to book a lift there and back. But no answer – weekend again, innit! Things needing help, always come at the weekend! I asked the evening Carer to make sure I’m reminded to call them again Monday morning. Then I rang Meridian to inform them. Got some blogging done. , , and then the all kicked off within about an hour, ruining my joy at getting the cataract appointment!
Through the balcony window. A second shot shows the fallen-off curtains. Humph!
Afternoon wee-wee. A good colour!
Nice few this afternoon. Check on the worker-free house.
Finally, the first mug of Thompson Punjana tea. Four cookies only are allowed. (Alright, I had five!)
Second visit to the . It took me about 25 minutes. In command again.
I think I may have put this on earlier in the week. It’s the latest date from about mid-April when first reporting the fault. It keeps getting retimed for later. Jenny emailed me asking if she can do anything , bless her cotton socks and lovely nature. ♥
PAREIDOLIAING DELIGHT! . Bootiful! . The top shot was taken to the left, bottom one to the right from the kitchenette window. I stopped the blood from trapping my digit in the can opener.
Fodder time – back later on. TTFN I’m back!
What a sky that developed. No pareidoliaising, though. But so beautiful. I’ll ask Tim in New Mexico what these are called; he’ll know. Clever chap & Ether-Mate.
The evening arrived as I was prepping the meal. Good timing. Gave my back a dose of painkiller cream. No tablets needed, painkillers, I meant. With the back pain gel having Ibuprofen, in it, I expect it will help a little without extra tablets to cope with . Usual night prescription meds dealt out.
What another feast. A mixed bag of a hotpot, stew, call it what you will. Two defrosted bread rolls, to funk in the liquid… which had in it: Fresh leeks, baked potatoes and a can of thick vegetable soup; with my secret ingredients. Although they won’t be now cause I’m telling you. Hehehe! Borscht beetroot juice and some peas. A decent splash of BBQ sauce, veg oxo cubes, sea salt, and baked potato cubes. Followed by… Some delicious vegan ice cream! Overall Taste Rating: 9.2/10!. Grrreat! The best bit, is I have enough left in the saucepan, to have the same tomorrow – with different sliced potatoes as a side!
Turned off the computer, and went to take more shots of the ever-changing sky view. Nice!
Then I got down in the £300, second-hand bought, c1968, nauseously beige-coloured, not-working, rusty, rickety, crumb-holder of a tatty recliner, to watch some ‘Heartbeat’ on TV.
Last call from , who attached the night pouch to . No educational prescription tablets were needed, but I did take some Peptac.
In hopes of getting up early to have a good shave, shower and scrub-up, followed by a freshening up & medication of the outer and some inner areas; I prayed as I settled back into the £300, second-hand, decrepit, c1968, rickety recliner; For Sweet Morpheus to be kind to me… Of course, there was not a ghost of a chance! Not tonight, yet he let me fall asleep twice… no, three times at the hospital on Thursday? No at all. Well, not to the usual standard. Yet despite this, and feeling so tired and worn out mentally, sleep, getting off to sleep, took me hours of absolute boredom and frustration. After a few hours, I noticed that the had barely any urine in it?
So, I rose up delicately from the recliner, caught my balance, grabbed , and went off to the kitchenette to get another bottle of soda water; hopefully to encourage urination. The view from the window revealed a part moon, so, back to get the Kodak to try and get a decent shot of it… – My dodgy leg caught on the long tube of the . Yes, I wand up on one knee… the one with the day pouch on it, but thankfully it did not burst – how with all my body mass landing, I don’t know; but was glad about that! Sore and embarrassed, annoyed, and peed off, yes! Crawled on all-fours to the wet room, and used the not been working for two months WC tank and bowl, to get myself upright again on my feet. Gave the pouch a further check; all looked okay, and rubbed some Dettol in the knee lesions.
But I was determined to take some photos of the moon! Limping a little more now, I returned to the kitchen. Perturbedly, I now had as well as attending me. Followed as got ready to take the pictures, by an , courtesy of … it took a while for them to relent as well. So the photos did not come out very well . Disappointed in my photographicalisationings. But I felt sure I’ll be able to get to sleep, at least?
But No… As I was closing the window belatedly, I clouted my knee on the radiator… It left a dent in the metal… as I hit it, did at the same time!
But was I annoyed, in pain, bleeding, angry, fed-up? A man of my calibre? Oh, No!
I wiped away the tears, and returned, hobblingly, to the second-hand, £300, charity shop bought, crumb-retaining, microorganism-microbe producing, gungy, moth-eaten, beige-coloured, non-working, bacillus encouraging, incommodious, Haemorrhoid Harold testing, c1968 recliner. I hope of sleep!
After failing to nod off for several more hours… I gave up and got up.
My best-laid plans end up vacantly, Errors and mind blanks grow with virility,. Plans have no viability but are a liability. Results end up finicky, frolicky, Life holds no more bonhomie… Never won the pools, Ernie or the lottery… Good luck for me? No feasibility…
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What a Busy Mind-Testing Day! It is now Friday morning. Been up for two hours, and only just started this blog – and there is a lot to relate. Sorry, it going to be cut short – another busy day Friday, methinks, with Social Services and Jillie might be calling. Such a load of info: I can’t guarantee this is in the correct chronological order. Better get started… – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
The overnight dark-coloured urine bag was removed.
Legs & feet not looking too bad at all!
Within minutes a summoning from the innards to visit the . So, I did! A closer check on the limbs. A smidge more blown, but not a lot… Hard work passing, yet messy when it evacuated? The usual agony and misery of fetching buckets of water from the kitchenette sink to refill the not-working W.C. water tank. I reckon it’s been about two months out of action. And the last letter from the NCH Maintenance told me they were coming on 17th July. So if I’ve got it right, that means a 16-week wait; But more importantly, 16 weeks of agony, carrying four buckets of water every time I go for a dump! They must be busy. Thank Heavens for the Carers! They give the back a good rub with the Phorpain Gel, sometimes needing three applications, but always first and last thing at night. Having this done regularly, I do believe it’s helped ease the pain a lot. Thank You!
Took a snap of the morning view. Made a brew, but for some reason, it tasted horrible? So. back to the bottled water for me.
Arrived. And rang the TSB for me. It took the gal ages to get through, options recorded messages etc. I could not hear, but had to speak to the man we got… relied on Kara to translate – the man asked a question, I said ‘Yes’ Not recognised, I said suit again and nothing… moments later we were cut off! Kara rang back and spoke, rang off and told me they ‘Cannot send me statements through the post unless I ring and request one? Not only do the Spanish Oligarchies who own TSB close all their branches; they are becoming as friendly and helpful as Putin!. Remember the Spanish Oligarch’s lying adverts?
TSB announced the closure of a further 85 branches!
The closures will take place between April and June 2022 and will result in the loss of around 150 jobs. There followed 94 more branch closures… Not many left to close now!
Made a mug of Glengettie tea. Only four biscuits were dunked with it! Honestly!
I got onto the computer, a very late start; it’s taken me until Friday to get back on it. A nightmare! YET AGAIN – ONCE MORE – ARRGH!!! What with a bank that has no branches open and a most unhelpful helpline staff who cut you off, and refuse to send you Bank Statements unless you ask every month! The Worlds worst, most vile, incompetent, Oligarch driven Internet, Liberty-Global Virgin going down for the 9th time in three days. Losing work I was in the middle of… Grrr!
So, I started to prep the food for later on. Then, the Asda order arrived… The freezer was full now… The fridge too! I thought I’d done it again, ordered something in error when I found two bottles of Strawberry Milk-Shake. But in the morning, pointed out the ‘Free Sample ticket on them. The highlights of this order were... getting the pink soda water (My favourite) on this delivery, at last. And also some Caramelised Cookies (My favourites) No rush to get things stored, as $26 million a year with guaranteed bonuses and an open expense account Mr Fries, one of the Liberty-Global Virgin Media top-dogs internet service, was still not working. I bet he’s worried about this? Embarrassed, maybe too?
I went through the on-off routine with the usual, regular, sickening, overcharging incapable Liberty-Global Virgin Media problem. No Luck! So disconnected the hub, gave it a minute or two and reset it. No Luck! Repeated the resetting, and (it must have been a mistake on the part of Liberty-Global Virgin Media… but it came back on. However… I’d lost all the CorelDraw graphics I’d imported and doctored… plus I had to resave the work in another file name. I’m not sure who is the biggest toss-pot of a company. or It’s a close-run thing, you know. But the smoke & mirrors Liberty-Global Virgin deserve to be the top-wankers for their repeated failure and then sending me this email, to really confuse me and earn my utter hatred. Sorry about putting this on again, but it baffles and scares me!
If the Life-Line is going through a hub that keeps going down, they could kill me! I don’t mind snuffing it. That’s all part of life; I hate to think that they will get away with it, should I have another stroke or heart attack and cannot get help, and I clock out. Which can’t be avoided. But, if anyone in the legal trade would make a note of this, and I could get some compensation… well, not me, I’ll be at St Peter’s gate arguing with him about my life struggles. Please note that a percentage of any dosh you get, please send to the RSPCA and Mental Health UK. Thanks. Oh, and some for the staff at Winwood Court. Cheers again! You can keep the rest for yourself.
I got a call from Social Services, regarding the meeting I had at the Coppice Mental Health Hospital yesterday, Brain Scan results, MCI & Dementia. Things I must have told them about. Not a good line for my hearing, I’m afraid. Also, I got a little confused during the conversation. No idea what, if anything, was decided about. But nice that they are listening, and reacting.
I did an order for next week from Iceland. Blogging again.
A couple of photos were taken prepping the nosh.
Looking good now… PAREIDOLIAING Can you see any features, faces or animals in the clouds?
Finally, I got around to making & eating the meal! Boy, did I enjoy this one? Taste-Rating 9/10!
I even remembered watching a ‘Heartbeat’ episode… Without falling asleep when the adverts came on!
The evening Carer Called, got the night bag attached tothen the lad put some on my lower back for me. Certainly helps this regular gelling.
The nearest thing to a sunset was missed as I fell asleep. But I got up and took these after-shots.
Now, when I want to sleep – I couldn’t! Yet the lasted for less than usual. Replaced with fuddle-minded worrying of a vague nature. No panicking. Just an uncomfortable sense of losing control.
I woke up at 05:10hrs, and I had a muse over what day it was, and I swiftly fell asleep again. Stirred again at 06:15hrs. Passed a lot of wind and coughed a little. Then set about getting the night pouch off from the firm grip of . Carer Richard told me later it was Grade seven on the NHS Urine colour docket. A bit dark? I’ll try to drink more water today.
The innards demanded that I attend the immediately. So I did. Much less messy this morning. It seems that had made a counter-attack for command of this evacuation. I lot of effort was needed from me to get things started and moving. Painful and bloody for . Far easy to clean up after the motion this time. Cleaned the backside and ointmentated the rear end with Germoloids. I found the missing toothbrush after several days of searching. It had fallen or been dropped, of course; out of sight and landed on the cleaning cloth that was a similar colour. I wouldn’t have found it but for a slight (Hard to believe, I know!) I dropped the Dettol bottle, bent to retrieve it and hit my shoulder against the sink; that’s when I saw it. I took no chances and used the little picker upperer to get it. I cleaned my teeth, scarce and rotten as they are, for the first time in several days. It was a bloody affair. What with and now losing blood, I must try to be careful. I just hope that doesn’t join in with them. Then, I did mayhap the riskiest job of every morning; getting the PPs on. Which is always a painful task and often one with tendencies and risks. But not this morning; the pain was there, of course – but no injuries! And not only, but also, I used the cheaper grey ones, which tend to split or tear occasionally, but again; Not this morning!
The sweat rash was less irritating as well this morning.
And far less coloured. I still put some of the Savlon antiseptic creams under both armpits, though.
Even more good luck here; The feet, ankles, ulcers, and water papules were all looking good. With my legs less swollen than for months? .
Even filling the bowls of water from the kitchen to The not-working or refilling W.C. water tank, didn’t bother poor old so much as it usually does. Mind you, knocking the shoulder against the sink earlier, did set off , and so I was as careful as I was possible not to spill any water or drop a bucket, and I went in slow-motion, almost shuffling my feet flat on the floor, slowly along. But Shirley was only giving micro shakes at this time. How kind of her! Checked the taps were off, and off to the kitchen to get the kettle on and took this photographicalisation of the view.
I took a snap of the being-done-up house near the bottom field. Saw some action today. I thought I saw a worker on the top outer scaffold. Got the kettle on and off to the computer to update yesterday’s blog. Which didn’t turn out as planned. I couldn’t find the notepad I’d used? Still, I did find the toothbrush!. Got the blog done and posted of to WordPress.
Sounded from the door chime, and in came my treasured INR, Anticoagulation, DVT Deep Vein Thrombosis, Warfarin phlebotomy Nurse Hristina. To take my blood. That cheered me up! ♥ Lovely lady.
I had some brekkers. A mug of tea and a tub of pot noodles. I added some veg stockpot seasoning and a splash of BBQ sauce. Very nice it was too!. Even if I had made it thicker than I planned to . Carer Jo-Anne called. She kindly rang about the red marks under my arms for me. I rang Easy-Link but could not understand/hear the lady about the lift for the Coppice Hospital. Jo-Anne told me it was on, and I need to pay on the day.
Later the Surgery rang me. Again I was struggling to hear her, but I think she was telling me that I had not got an appointment with the doctor tomorrow. She did say ‘Don’t worry’. So I’ll try not to. I’ve got more chance of Diana Dors coming back to life and asking me for sex!
17:50hrs: So light out there. This changing of the clocks has always had me confused, but it seems worse than ever nowadays. I really thought it was about 13:00hrs. .
I’ll make a start on getting the meal prepped. After much musing and ponderisationing, I decided on a can of garden peas, chips and bread & butter.
I may return later (but doubt it), likely in the morning.
Well, what a farcical time I had. It’s afternoon now! Complete Mind-Blanks (Apart from the delicious nosh) for the night.
This morning, with getting ready for upcoming the visit, and calls from Sister Jane, Carers extra calls with the medications (Fetched my Carer Richard for me, a grand chap.
EasyLink transport to arrange. INR result waiting. Never mind, I’ll try to get it on today’s blog. But it is now nearly tea time, and I have not even got this one finished yet. Think I’m a bit tense over my owing money to EasyLink, and the upcoming brain analysis thingamabob.
Oh, the lovely veggie meal last night, as I suddenly recalled. But as is the way with the Mysteries of Woodthorpe Court, with the hobgoblins, spectres, gnomai, phantasms, ghosts, the grotesque succubae, extraterrestrials, ectoplasms, spirits, or the Fata Morganas, that have been sent to taunt, irritate and terminate my already limited saneness of mind? It was thickly buttered sarnies