I’m not very good at the moment and will have to cut this short. It’s tomorrow at 12:56 hrs, and I’ve only just gotten around to this blog. I will tell you more in the next issue; the details are a bit tender in mind now. (I thought I’d throw in an Agatha Christie-like bit of content here, Hahaha!) – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – I’ll rush through this so I can make it a better effort tomorrow and amuse, entertain, and tickle you.
Evacuation procedure… then got a wash and medicated various departments that needed it. Fresh PP’s adorned, but there was a cost! Not financially…a , and the giving way of , with the most painful she’s ever been, when I had to get the PPs on, over . So bad, I took an extra Codeine later.
There followed another food order cock-up! I’ll try to get it clear what happened, but I might waffle on a bit; if so, I’m sorry… I knew there was an Asda order due today. And, that I’d ordered J Sainsbury’s already, for next Tuesday. arrived, and as she did, the intercom chimed out. Marie pressed the pane; to admit them. Ah, I thought, that’ll be the Asda order! She got the bags into the kitchen for me, bless her. I got the food away. I was surprised to see Vegan Cookies, I didn’t think that Asda sold them? Confused… Especially when the chine went again, and another food order arrived!!! This was the Asda delivery. The first one was from J Sainsbury – the one I ordered for next Tuesday, but obviously got it wrong once more! My self-hatred and guilt drove through my physical body into my intestines and core! Took a lot of sorting out. While I verbally had a cursing session at myself some more! My depression dawned! At least the pasta sauces arrived. I clouted my elbow on the door; it was sore! The fridge amazingly still had room in it? The freezer had not. I had to cram bread and other food items into to so they could keep till later. I seemed to be constantly cursing, lambasting myself over this all day long! My concentration wilted. Not a good part of the day at all. Had not been on holiday, she may have spotted my cock up.
I made up the waste bags. To round off my depression at this farce, I felt the pain from the backflow suddenly coming from the pouch on my; boy, was it full! . Ah, well, serves me right, I suppose!
. I’m sick to the back teeth (and I’ve only got two of them left) at the frustration, anger-making cock-ups brought on by and the . I know things are not going to get any better. With poor Josie going into a home, and lack of attention to my physical and mental problems. But they are concerned about the lack of Vitamin B and Diabetes. So, I get a leaflet about each worry, to read. Knowing I have Saccades, Cataracts Katie and Glaucoma Gladys to hinder my reading. Thankfully, I still use the computer; I’ve found a quick way to enlarge or reduce the view on some pages of the web. Properly sorry for myself now. Hehe!
The came and went all afternoon. I wandered off doing the blog, to search about Diabetes 2. Then, reading the HealthUnlocked site, I forgot all about having a meal. It’ll do me no harm though. No idea which Carers came until the last one, that was . I remembered I’d got a lamb Patti for him, and a choice of bubbles and a drink. He showed some concern for me being in the mood I was, bless him. He removed the diabetic socks for me, and he left the on the chair for me to fit on after I’d made and had the belated evening meal. Here is the nosh, nearly all eaten up. Better to photo it late than never. Hehehe! Enjoyed these. Those Jamaican lamb patties, which I thought maybe too hot for me, were great! I’ll try them again when I make another Asda order.
I came across this photographicalisation that I’d missed from this morning on the SD card. The mudslide in the end car park view.
The hue of the urine in the day bag as I took it off and emptied it, was great! Getting the night pouch on was not easy tonight. That’s how it is sometimes. Two nights earlier, I did it in a couple of minutes… tonight, well, this morning, It took me ten minutes of baffling about before I got it fully attached and leak-proof to the .
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Meanwhile, at the Woodthorpe Court Detention Centre… I mean, Woodthorpe Court Sheltered Housing Dormitory cell… Flat, flat, sorry. Occupant 172, known as Inchy, Gerry or Inchcock, was belligerently stirring back to his imitation mock life from his slumber. After working out what time and day it was, his first action was to check his nocturnal bag and the tube connected to Little Inchy; both for leaks and signs of bleeding. He found both! The release valve was dribbling bits of urine out. He pushed it over as hard as he could and was surprised when the leak stopped. As he moved his legs, agony! has caused a bit of bleeding, and the tug had moved, making him jump a bit. Why am I writing this second-person style? I blame , & . I rose, still half-asleep despite my rude awakening, and went to get the kettle on in the kitchen. Which seemed a logical idea as that was where the kettle was. I thought I might have seen Venus in the first shot of the sky. I took another one to try and catch it again, but it came out a little wobbly… which is what I became at that very point, shaky! I looked down at my bloodied, bruised, battered legs and got another shock. Surely, I’m pretty sure that I’d not been scratching nocturnally again? What a state they were in! As I continued unalarmed, I noticed the brushing on the lower arms. Had I been noctambulating again in my sleep? Then, I spotted a mark on the knuckle that, to my eyes, was exactly like a picture of a dog’s face. The photo does not show it; I didn’t do a good job of this photo either. Tsk! I was going to take the tea with me to the wet room, to medicate things a little. But got side-tracked by the failing and giving way from . Clouting my other knee on the trolley, I grabbed it to steady myself and threw in a , just to keep the train going. The morning evacuation demanded my attention, and at first, I thought I was going to have the right job here. Blood ran at a fair pace, well trickling, from the wounds down the lower legs. Blood from poor little Inchie’s Fungal Lesion filling the Protection Pants up, and I’ll be sat there pushing for all I’m worth battling with for I don’t know how long before the concrete sausages are forced out! How wrong can a thought be? I was instantly in complete control of the procedure! I cleaned up my rear end first, then the splashes that had torrented out all over. Wiped the haemoglobin off the legs, and started to get a stand-up wash and shave. I was, after three days of only getting two shaving cuts… back in form! Six! The toothbrush snapped in half! had a turn at giving way. But the grab rail was close enough, and I avoided going done again, as in the kitchen. Washed the legs, and got some medications applied, too, & then s many blood leaks on both legs. Then tackled the ex pensive but pain relieving job, as I got on and . Then dribbled some oil down my chest as I . I moved the alert wristbands to the right arm to avoid the scratches and bruises on the left one.
As I got out of the wet room, I knew there was something I had to do urgently; I seem to remember thinking this when I was battling the rear-end Tsunami on the . Now, twelve hours later, as I write this masterpiece of a blog (Hahaha!), I still can’t recall what it was! arrived as I was just about to start the computer. He decided that the legs looked so much better, so he did not put the leg & ankle strappings on. He did get a pair of the new diabetic socks on for me. The lad didn’t look or sound very well. Got him a cold drink from the fridge to mayhap help with his sweating and coughing. He explained about the potatoes and chips and the diabetic limitations. He thought that, in moderation, some spuds should be okay to have. Good news that!
called P.M. The gal was not feeling as good as Richard wasn’t, and I still suffered from the lower regions. But the legs were feeling fine. In fact, I’m glad I took a photo of them now cause it’s like they are a pair of refurbished limbs???
From well, I’m not sure… erm,,, I think it must have been five hours I was out of it – yet had opened a can of soup and put it in the saucepan ready for later, the pan had been heated, so how come I have no recollection of this happening? I also found photos that are a mystery to me, not what they are, but when did I take them? A mug of tea, nothing on the reminder notepad. This picture on the right is the final (up to now) unknown use of Kodak Tim.
Good heavens, and great balls of fire… has just arrived for the last check call. Perhaps it’s all a part of the mysteries of the Woodthorpe Court’s sinister Spirit’s master plan. To raise the devil, spread wonders, blunders, rodomontades, fears and descenders from the comfort of sanity into a gibbering wreck!
I took this to ensure the soup was not left on the heat. Beautiful hue and lighting. Well, I thought so.
Then I noticed the notepad. It’s so different to the last time I looked at it. Am I going mad? That was a silly question, of course, I am!.
When I took this one, I thought at first that I could see a fire with black smoke. But by the time I’d looked at the picture on the camera, it was not to be seen. Was it 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?
Took this picture a little later. The views get darker and more wonderful to view. Minutes later, the sky seemed to brighten up? Or had I got these snaps out of sync? Yes, that’s most likely.
I took shots from the left in front and to the right. Gorgeous!
I must have fallen asleep for an hour or so; I felt myself slipping off of the computer chair. In slow motion, had the catheter tube not been pulled at Little Inchie, I think I may have clumped to the floor.
The photographicalisations this time look almost welcoming. The clouds peacefully passed by at a fair rate of knots.. almost a farewell.
This may serve to prove the effects that I suffer from FND, and Doreen Dementia, oh, no, I forgot, it is now , I’ve got, innit.
The stew is on, and the potatoes will be soon. So, off to the kitchen to satisfy and satiate my hunger. I did take a photo of it, but it appears to have escaped from the SD card. Humph!
Slow day for once. Nodded off a few times. Depression lurking. Lost so few photographs. I lost my wristwatch (still searching). Stubbed toe. Not feeling too good, coughing and wheezing a smidge.
Forgot to put a nocturnal catheter pouch on, so it is a full-day bag to wake up to.
Morning views.
Heavy fog for an hour or two.
I lost my camera and wristwatch.
Carer Christopher. Looks and sounds a little poorly to me! Hope he’ll be okay.
Forever changing. Tsk!
Darker again.
Struggling with the blog. But found the camera! Just in time to catch the end of sunset. Did a sweep of the sky. Right view.
Got some potatoes in the oven and pressed on with this blog… Made mistakes? Me? Yes! Tons!
Went to check on the spuds. Photo’s the progress of the spuds. But missed. Haha! Almost ready. Seasoned the vegetable stew. Added some veg stock.
I took three snaps of the last of the sun’s glow. All in close-ups, so not too good. The ribbon of light. To the left, some clouds. Great looking further on.
Got the nosh served up. Tinned chunky vegetable soup. Roast potato chunks added. Along with tomato & Mediterranean vegetables cooking sauce. Two oven-cooked bread rolls. A baby-sized pot of orange jelly and some spring water with a dash of Pineapple and Grapefruit flavour.
Now, this may surprise you… it did me… took a night off! Unfortunately, had five hours of twinging and stabbing away at me. Occasionally accompanied by . Well, perhaps she was getting jealous? Hahaha!
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I got so far behind with the blog, it is Saturday morning, 09:445hrs, and I’m only just starting this blog.
I got distracted by the Health Unlocked site.Far too often. On the section of the site, there are many people at the end of their tether. I replied to some of their comments in the hope that what I wrote would help them, in some way, to cope with things a little easier. I know how they feel. And so many said their Doctors seem to fob them off. So many are on medications for the PN. Well, to reduce the pain from it anyway. But with my being on Warfarin and having bladder problems, any extra medication will be risky with the side effects. Then, of course, I had to view my other Hubs… FND, bladder & bowel, cataracts, Hard of Hearing, and others. This cost me several hours of not getting any blogging done. So the written descriptions are going to be short, if any, today. – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
Not much.
Blue hue again.
07:20hrs: arrived. She’s brought the laundry back up for me. Medications were given, and then she doctored the bleeding wounds that were bleeding and got the and diabetic socks fitted.
She did a good job too.
Sorting the laundry out, I had to put the towels, dressing gown and two shirts on the stand-up airer, to dry. They were still damp when I emptied them from the bag.
Getting lighter.
Spuds out to bake later.
Did the midday call. She helped me get the washing from the fairer into the cupboards, bless her. Checked the cooler and taps for me and took the waste bag as she left.
Then, I got distracted by the commenting and reading. I was on it for hours and hours, addicted.
arrived, strewth, is it that time already? Chris changed the day pouch for me. Doctored the legs after taking off the strappings & diabetic socks. They were bleeding again. But the District nurses have not called on me for weeks and weeks. They have their Junior Doctors on strike to cope with, so I do understand how busy they are. Chris took a photo of segregated legs when he removed the strappings & socks for me. Hehe!
Not sure why I took two of these? Rest assured, there will have been be a reason hidden within the convoluted, warped confines of my cerebrum, shielded from divulgence by , and .
Made a brew of Glengettie. And dunked some Maryland cookies. Sugar-free, of course!
Got the potatoes served up and eaten. Seasalt & no-butter butter and ‘no bread’! I think I ought to get a medal for this self-control… at least a mention in despatches!
Went to wash the things. Took these sun-setting photos. Bootifu! Amazing… A final closer effort. Does anyone see the ghost or angel in these pictures? The spaceship? Ah, well, I did. Haha!
MORE BLANKS THAN MEMORIES I’m getting worried about these mini-periods of hypomnesia, obliviousness and remoteness. Or rather, worried about the increase in them. One action, In particular, I wonder if it happened or if I dreamed it.I’m not holding back, am I? Embarrassing in a way, but if writing about this prompts just one expert to comment with advice that I am capable of actioning, it’ll be worth it; my baring my humiliation. I recall getting my head down, feeling drained and chagrined with life and self-disesteemed. It felt like it took a while to get to sleep, with nocturnally present rampaging away… I’ve no idea what about. It seemed to me that literally, seconds later, I was in the wet room, getting the shaving tackle ready to use. The Protection Pants had been taken off, and the hot water tap was running in the sink. As I noticed the blood trickling down my legs from both , and , which is nothing unusual in itself. I realised what and where I was. And wondered as I checked the time, why the hell was I doing my ablutions at this ridiculous hour of the morning, 02:30hrs? Not one of my better days. Little did I know tomorrow was going to be worse! – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
Not a lot in the nocturnal pouch. Dark, too!
Took a failed photo through the kitchen windows..
Opened the windows and tried again. Not good.
Well, not so bad this time. I had to leave to go to the Throne.
Never mind. Back to the kitchen, determined to get a good photograph taken this time, but… How this was taken is a mystery to me. I thought I’d got a good grip of when I took it. Tsk! Another one that the Tate Gallery won’t be interested in.
Another false alarm! There was more white showing.
arrived at 0715hrs. He issued the medications, and started to get the diabetic socks and leg strappings on, and asked if the feet or legs were hurting; they were not, I said. Are you sure, he said? Yes, I said.
Well, just look at the state of yer ankles, mate, and the thighs are bleeding a little, too, as well!
I was amazed at the state of the ankles when she pointed them out, and he took a photo with for me. I took this one. took the slippers off, got the socks ready to go on, and pointed out to me that the toe ends were much whiter than yesterday. She was right, too. But at that time, there was no pain being felt at all? We got the socks and strappings on both legs, and she pointed out something again… the day bag, I’d only put on about an hour ago, was filled to the top! And once again, there were no pains from the flashback as there usually is? Could this be going to be a better day? I said! Maryham suggested that with your luck, it’s better not to be so optimistic. We did laugh! She even emptied the bag for me. Kind, attentive and always ready for a smile & laugh! Haha!
e checked the tap and cooker for me too, and she took the waste bag with her on departing.
The kitchen view had changed somewhat, glum!
I made a brew and took it to the computer. And got another call from Virgin Media. All they want to do is sell you something extra.
I’ll keep trying.
Or, just maybe I fell asleep in the computer chair? Came around or woke up. and had a hobble around the flat with , to get the blood flowing, cause now, , the feet and ankles were giving me some hassle. I took the above snap of the misty morning, well, it was well gone the morning now. Half an hour later, I took this one of the Bottom field, and tree copse.
Then as I settled again, chimed out. It was the dry eye sprays being delivered from Amazon. I still had a drop left of the old £8.69 Wilko one, but couldn’t resist trying the new one out. Made in China. The power of the spray jet sent the liquid all over my face. Hehehe! But they were only £4 a go.
The day pouch needed emptying. What a dark colour and filthy great stink as I emptied it. Phew!
A little rain fell with the odd flakes of snow in it. Noticed that the mud-slide was in the car park again. So, presumably, it must have been raining while I was out of things or asleep?
Then the Loperamide capsules were delivered. I got this brand cause they were cheaper than my usual ones. Not that I needed them now, not need to stop that which has suddenly stopped on its own. Hehehe!
Packed up on the computer. I went to put the oven on to heat up, and I took this better shot of the bottom field; the rain and snow had stopped now.
did his late visit. Got the diabetic socks and leg straps on for me, had some nibbles, and was off home; he looked tired.
Hello, playing again. I thought at first it might be who might have left something he needed in the flat, but no… It was the final delivery, the extra-long diabetic socks being delivered late. Not that it mattered. A pack of six pairs. I needed it due to the fact that the Carers lost my laundry; there were three pairs of diabetic socks in it, along with pyjama tops, ankle straps a pair of leg strapping, and a dressing gown. But I’m not the only client to lose their laundry. The Mysteries of Woodthorpe Court, with the hobgoblins, spectres, gnomai, phantasms, ghosts, grotesque succubae, extraterrestrials, ectoplasms, spirits, or the Fata Morganas that have been sent to taunt, irritate and steal peoples laundry, and to terminate my already limited saneness of mind? Hehehe! The Phantom Laundry Lifter of Woodthorpe Court!
After getting down in the c1968, tatty, scruffy, unkempt, uncomfortable, virus, microorganism, bug, bacterium, bacillus, germ, parasite producing, and disease-fermenting second-hand, eyesorely-horrendously grungy beige-coloured, £300, charity shop bought, crumb-retaining, moth-eaten, non-working, itch-encouraging, incommodious, Haemorrhoid Harold testing, catheter tube yanking, recliner, sleep was not an option. Two causes for this tonight. and old reliable .
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I have to take clothing, shaving, etc., just in case they keep me in. They won’t, I’m sure; I’m not the King, so I do not need to close down the hospital kitchen and use my two personal cooks with me… or have a ward to myself with armed guards, two nurses and a sister 24 hours a day, and three specialists and four doctors in attendance for any operation needed.
But it doesn’t bother me.
Even darker this morning.
My Iceland Delivery arrived. With not having another delivery for eight days, I stocked up on nibbles & treats for the nurses, delivery drivers, and carers who call on me. A little concerned about the use-by date. On the cobs. Why has it got a hand-written 10/7 on a self-sticky label atop the square? They were hard to squash as well. Mmm?
I bent down to retrieve the just knocked over and clouted myself on the forehead against the tap. Then continued with my evacuationing… Eurgh!
The legs seemed one heavy, one lighter? The day set-up is due to be changed tomorrow. But only if the Carer arrives earlier. But I have requested it via other Carers, so I should have time… provided I get up early enough to get the ablutions done first.
An odd outcome for this zoomed-in shot of the street, Cavendish Crescent. Not very good.
Came. She helped me with the leggings. Bless her. Medications were issued, and we shared a laugh briefly. Nice!
An hour later, getting lighter.
Took its time getting light today.
On this occasion, the day punch had filled within two hours of emptying it.
Carer Came and went, and As I got settled on the computer again, I noticed the sound of the wind and saw that the rain had returned. Went on the balcony to take some views. All through the glass. To the right is the end of the car park with the mudslide from the collapsing mud on the park. Front view. Left view.
A rare lately, a second daily visit to the wet room… With sticky dumplings undercooked!
Easy-Peasy!
Imitation belly pork, fantastic oven chips, and a fruity brown sauce dip for the bread. Rounded of with a pot of orange jelly. Delectable nosh!
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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.
I stirred and lay there, working out if I was still alive or dreaming. I decided I must be alive when I moved in 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, twelve years ago from the charity shop, recliner; and knocked the bottle of soda water off of the chair arm, and my glasses fell off of my head. Went to the kitchen to wash the mug from last night. By chiming out, and in walked at 07:15hrs. No needed. I took off the Then off to the wet room.
A two-tone evacuation again this time. It took Mr ages to get the thing started, and after a couple of loud plonks in the water that sounded like bricks falling, the stinking flood of semi-liquid content flowed! The cleaning up, medicationalising of poor , olive oiling the earholes, and painfully , and knees, I set about cleaning up my rear end, and I think the initial tending to the bum took over half a toilet roll; things were wet and so sticky! Not to mention phooey! I got the alert bands back on. The Dementia and FND ones, I couldn’t find anywhere? Had to mop up a few splashes on the floor. The cleaning up alone likely cost me half an hour, with washing out the mop afterwards. I ventured from the wet room and back into the kitchen. : Much anger… self-disgust & hatred spewed forth… and I was slightly annoyed with myself. I’d left the flaming hot water tap running again! Grrr! The view from the kitchen window mirrored how I felt at that moment. So I got and took this photograph on the left of the view on offer. As I turned from closing the window, I on the bottom of the radiator. I was getting more and more hot under the collar now! What next, I thought? Started updating yesterday’s blog. I wasn’t getting on with it too well, mind you. Word thoughts of using seconds before were off into the ether by the time I’d written the intro. Grammar glitches: I was not feeling up to much, as each time I stood up, either gave way or else would nearly have me over. She may well get me later on, though; they have been very persistent today!
Called while I was in a state of depression. But we both have similar t things affecting us, and we chatted while she did the medicationing, and I think we cheered each other up a smidgeon. The weather seemed to be getting darker? A short, sharp, heavy shower followed a little later. Of course, my plan to ask the next caller to put the ankle and leg strappings and diabetic socks back on went out of the window. No hot water until tonight, and I’ll be too tired to bathe and shave by then. So, it means getting up even earlier in the morning to get it done before the Carer calls. With Carers coming an hour earlier now, seven, not eight o’clock, I’ll aim to get up at 05:00hrs in hopes of getting all of my done. This means trying to get this blog done early, or at least most of it, cause I’ll not have time in the morning to do it first thing, so I’ll need to get my head down earlier… but of course, this does not bother me a bit.
I went to empty out the day pouch of the catheter and spotted a spot above my kneecap. No pain from it; it doesn’t feel like a bruise to me? All part of 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? The urine seemed to be a little dark in colour again. The new slippers were giving me no bother today. I wish I could say the same about the tubing attached to poor Little Inchie. He’s been chaffed at something awful today by . The PP’s are bloodied. The sky suddenly lightened, and the beautiful clouds I looked up at showed instant pareidoliaising qualities!
Taken to my right: Can you see the face? Eyes, nose, beard in the clouds. I’ve circled it as I see it. The head is tilted. Taken to my left, this shot is lighter as the sun is on the way down. You can see the shadows of it on the first one above right. Another slightly tilted face. Possible another face bottom, right? Well, the eyes of one, maybe?
Bootiful! Called. I took his BP. I’ll put it on the list for tomorrow. He Had to rush, with the visit times being halved, but I managed to take it.
The urine in the day bag has gotten lighter now. It filled a lot quicker this time around. The sky had changed its hue again. I tried to get a decent photographicalisation of the view three times.
No luck, it’s the mist, innit? That’s making it complicated.
Heated the oven for the chips for the chips to go in later. Scorched a finger or two on the bars. I made a brew of the finest tea, Glengettie. The only one allowed now daily. This is because the Warfarin Anticoagulation INR results are all over the place. They blame the tea drinking. So, no longer two mugs of tea allowed daily, but one! Grunglenagocks!
Minutes later, arrived. I took the medications, and I treated the lad to some nibbles.
Went to wash the mug, and the night hue had changed again. Fetched To take some photographicalisation in the hope of getting at least one of them to come out reasonably decent. The first one was not too bad of the clouds. As an afterthought, I tried to do a close-up of the lamp-lit streets ahead. Ah, well, at least it had a Tate Gallery-appealing artistic side to it. Hehehe! If cameras could talk, I bet he would be saying to himself, “I don’t know why this idiot even bothers!” Haha!
As I turned to grab my , a tug on the tube via , as the weight of the contents dropped the whole kaboodle several inches down the leg, cracking the dried blood to release fresh warm and wet blood escaping from . I limped to the wet room, and I cleaned up and medicated various things. There were no curses, self-pity, or spitting! True! On this occasion, I just sort of felt it was all-natural, expected. I resigned myself to getting used to it; it ain’t gonna get any better, and philosophically thought, “It’s doing yourself no good getting angry each time; this will solve nothing. Time to get complaisant, amenable and accept what will be, will be… cope with it, you wimp!” Or summat like that. I am pretty sure that this moment of clarity of thought brought on a mini Then another . After cleaning and medicating the lesion, I was struggling, as usual, to get the PPs on. At the worst time possible, there I was, standing on Arthur Itis’s right leg, one hand on the sink, the other using the picker upper to hold the PP open to get my left leg in, raised the left leg… and twinged and at the same instant, gave way on me! I didn’t hit the deck, but I did bang my right elbow on the sink while using it to stop me from going down and stubbing my toe against the stanchion. Now the cursing, spitting, loathing, swearing and pissed-offendedness returned! The new deep thoughts on how I should react to these didn’t last long!
Well, I got two of them. 1 Down & 3 across. I had to look up Lingaraj. Lingaraja Temple is a Hindu temple dedicated to Shiva and is one of the oldest temples in Bhubaneswar, the capital of the Indian state of Odisha, India. The temple is the most prominent landmark of Bhubaneswar City and one of the state’s major tourist attractions.
Got the meal finished and served up. Oven chips, Lamb & Mutton burgers, milk roll bread, & sliced pickled beetroot. With a small pot of tasteless orange-flavoured jelly, which started off with a small pot of blackberry cheesecake. But I dropped that on the floor, and it burst open.
Had a go at the crossword. That hue is there again?
I got some of the fresh Ada peeled potatoes and cut them up in my intended vegetable stew meal. Threw most of them away, above is what they looked like inside when sliced… The thumb this time! About half of them were alright.
Morning view from the kitchen.
I returned to the main (other) room and wanted to take a photo of the day bag that had filled to the max. So quickly. Could I find what I’d done with ? No! I started a search worthy of Sherlock Holmes, I thought, but it seemed to have disappeared! Hello, grinding in the innards, off to the wet room for another try at an evacuation… I had a rinse, got a fresh pyjama top and dressing gown on, and went back for another look for the camera. As I was going from one room to another, only three arrived anyway. I was just telling him of my losing the camera… and I remembered where it was… I’d had it with me for the 90-minute search in the pocket of the jammie top! Well, fancy that? Me forgetting something. He saw the funny side. He didn’t put the ankle or leggings straps on, as I’d hoped to get a shower. This didn’t happen, thanks to the blanks!
At long last, I made a start on the blogging… As the food delivery arrived… That’s the Iceland order that I thought was for next Wednesday! Done it again! I need help, but the Carer can’t do much; the visit times have been halved from 30 to 15 minutes. No time to get everything done that’s needed. Had I needed the ankle & leg strapping put on, Shaq would have had to leave when the time Sean was out. So, no help with dressing or Phorpain gelling on Arthur Itis, Cartilage Chloe or Carole either. Can’t do owt about it, I’m afraid that’s how it is, so be it. Grumph! Back on with the blogging, they tell me I am a little blogger. Hehehe!.
The goods were put away. And what a struggle it was! I swore not to make another order for any food until after next week! Pee’d off with myself now! Moroccan tomatoes, Eurgh! Treats for the helpers. Basics. Food shoved in the fridge. And freezer.
I took a shot from the balcony of the end car park.
Did the midday call. She struggled and had to go in case she overran on the schedule. She still made sure things were okay with me. She is off on holiday for a fortnight… that is well-earned, but it shattered my confidence. There’ll be no financial assistance/guidance for a while now. She’s bound to be missed by all of us, such a helpful treasure.
Well, it’s more like one dirty, great, long one. I’m unaware of when it started, but Carer Israel was ringing the chime and came in, and I didn’t know what was what? Don’t laugh or say why bother mentioning it. I’d not done any work on the blog… what was I doing? I may never know!
I perked up a bit and quickly took the BP of; he had to shoot off.
I got the sliced spuds out of the slow cooker and into the stewpan on the stove. Then, I added some tomatoes and chunky vegetables to the mix, stirred it well, and turned off the heat. So that will be an easy-to-prep meal later.
Back for a third try... If I don’t pass something soon, an explosion is likely! I hope not like… Haha!
Evening shot. A terrible shot of the houses below.
A little harder this one.
Went to get the meal heated up, and… Getting tummy ache now. The stew might move it along.
The moon seemed very small tonight. I had to zoom in to get this shot… I took four; this is the only one of the moon looking recognisable. Later, the moon was hidden altogether.
Worked on this blog until gone-midnight again. (Finished in the morning).
Washing the pots is not easy when you have to lug the Nocturnal catheter bag around with you. I tend to put it down to do something needing both hands and forget about it. Walk away, the bag catches onto something, and the tube yanks in Little Inchie… Argh! Twice tonight! But at least the release valve wasn’t knocked open. I got sorted and thought I’d better get my head down for some much-needed sleep. Hahaha! As if!
