05:25hrs: A modicum of live rewoven, and without delay kicked off. But, from somewhere deep inside, I mustered an attitude that broke his grip for once… I thought something along the lines of, “Why don’t you go away? You pissed up my sleep all night, and now you’re having a go at me during the day. I refuse to let you get at me you thing of questionable parentage!” I’ve rearranged the exact terminology used, but I think you’ll get the idea. And it worked! The colour of the urine in the nocturnal pouch was better this morning.
Bit of a long session today. I spent much more time cleaning up than pooing! I sorted out the mess, and to the main room to have a good drink of the spring water. The first twist of the new bottle of soda water, and the contents were sprayed out, some hitting the ceiling, most of it landing on the chair and quilt, not to mention soaking my dressing gown and legs!
it was the Asda order arriving. chimed from the door buzzer, and the driver put the things into carriers for me, bless him. No rushing, he patiently waited while I took a bag at a time to the kitchen and returned to the door for more. Cleaners in the first bag, were despatched to storage areas. Sounding organised? Basic fodder, potatoes and bread. I’d bought too much bread; there was no room in the freezer for it all. Tsk! But, I gave some away. The freezer was filled to capacity. Lots of nosh, bacon, veggies, chips, and of course, the Asda Lamb & Mutton Burgers that I’ve fallen in love with. No chance of running out of food in the next two food deliveryless weeks ahead. A bit of room left in the fridge, though. Not to fret, tons of canned soups, beans etcetera in the cupboards to have with some of the mass of bread in stock. Two jars of Polish Pork Knuckle in the fridge too. The tomatoes were, unfortunately, Spanish ones. They taste terrible, this time of year. I was hoping they’d send Dutch, but, no luck. A load of treats & nibbles are now available for the Christmas and New Year carers & nurses. Bless ’em all! Arrived as I was clearing up after putting the fodder away. I mentioned my not getting any calls in on the new phone, but I could ring out. Richard got his mobile and got the unknown number message. Then he rang his own phone on my landline, and my new but no one told me I had a new number, for the landline, number came up on his mobile. I think! Good old Richard!
I grafted away on yesterday’s blog. I was doing a decent job, too. Then, Jillie came into the room. Didn’t half make me jump. Hehehe! Lovely to see her again, mostly telling her about the internet, TV and landline problems. Chimed out again. In walked Obergruppenfürheress Warden Deana. Two females within – the excitement was growing. HaHa! But following both voices was difficult and I was getting a smidge confused, but happily. Jillie departed. After insisting, that she takes some treats with her. Handed Deana the flowers from yesterday with some treats. arrived ♥, I was so glad to see her. She really helped me out today, in many a way, I say! Sorted out paperwork that needed shredding and did it for me. Showed me how to record a programme on the new TV. I think I’ve got it now. She set up the TV to record ‘Heartbeat’ for me. ♥ After the gal had departed, I was always sad. Then, I sent an email to those who may want to phone me with the new number. Only Jenny rang me. But it was to tell me she’s tried three times to get through on the new number, and couldn’t! This was depressing news for me. She rang off and tried again, and got through? My first phone call on the new landline. Hurrah! But, no one else had got through. I rang Sister Jane, but she couldn’t. She’ll try again later in the day. I rang the Doctor’s with the new number. Kara rang the earlier and confirmed the lift for the morning to see and return from my visit to see the psychotherapist… Which still amazes me. I mentioned to the lady in the reception at the Audio Clinic, that I could no longer change the tubing on my hearing aids, due to my Peripheral Neuropathy. Explaining that this means my neurotransmitters are dying, and I cannot sense touching things or not; the brain is not getting the messages, or getting the wrong ones. And she booked me an appointment to see the Dementia Psychotherapist, tomorrow. This may prove to be of help to me, I hope, anyway.
After hours of blogging and mistake-making, I stood up to get to the kitchenette in search of a nibble… The day pouch almost fell to my ankles; it was that full. But, I rescued the situation in my usual calm, efficient manner. Well, it didn’t burst anyway!
Time to get a meal sorted out. Bacon bits, tomatoes, passata, liquid sea salt, Milk Roll bread and a banana. Very Nice! Flavour Rating: 8.3/10. After washing the things up, I destroyed three bags of cheesy curls. Hehe!
I’m dejected, depressed, despondent, downcast downhearted, demoralised, in the doldrums and discouraged. Why? I’ll tell yers! The Red-Eye is redder. The Urine is darker. Cartilages Chloe & Carole are so painful and have given way a few times on me already. The Mystery rib pains are back again. I cut myself four times shaving. Neuropathy Pete has had two unintentional leg dances before 06:00hrs! Clouted my Cartilage in Chloe’s knee both times. The Cathy Cateter contraption seems to work when only it wants to, having no bearing on how much I’m drinking or not. When I’d finished shaving and taken off the PPs, the blood from overnight had encrusted on the Catheter tube, my testicles, thighs and the protection pants. I’ve never had this so bad before. But, naturally, a man of my pain-bearing capabilities and heroic nature, did not cry out and swear, or nearly lose my balance as I started to clean things up, or spit on the floor!
Throughout the day, as of up to 15:00hrs which it is now, I’ve had three leg dances, a minor tumble, and now, had to when she kicked off for at least an hour of non-stop jiggling in an effort to dislodge the shoulder socket. Which, in turn, caused so many mistakes on the computer, I had to stop using it until Shirley had settled. Yet, I’m not complaining, for today there were two moments of sheer joy; admittedly, the second one didn’t last long, but still, every minor victory helps.
I’ve paid two visits to the , and they were both as near to normal as they have ever been in many a month of Sundays. Nice, not messy!
I realised that I had a cottage pie in the fridge, and planned to have some beetroot with it later on. I didn’t, because when Carer Richard arrived on his first call, the use-by date was yesterday! Humph!.
Now, the computer is playing up again. I’m not taking any chances, I’ll get the photos on quick before it goes down again…
Oh, heck, that’s dark!
Morning views. Again, not very good.
Into the wet room to get the ablutions done.
A bloody shaving session today.
The JS Delivery arrived. I got some of the apple & mint drinks in again; they were popular with the carers & nurses. Got the bread in the freezer, so as not to need an order Christmas week at all.
Stocked up the treats shelves.
The mudslide returned.
Flowers for the wardens are an early Christmas treat. I hope not to order anything again this year. Deana could not get to fetch them but will do so in the morning. I hope they last.
The carers’ and nurses’ nibble was box filled up.My nibbles.
Sod-dit, not feeling well again. I’ll get some food and a sit-down. A lot of concentration and effort went into creating this simple sausage and potato meal, with Milk Roll bread. Flavour Rating: 7/10. The dessert… Flavour Rating 8.2/10.
05:00hrs: I stirred after spending the night about 50/50 sleeping and jumping awake. Nocturnally, my upset , and were all in activation mode, and a smidgeon of self-pity came over me. As the coughing started. Followed, immediately I tried to mode, by the involuntary sharp in-taking of breaths? Nowt new, it was the same yesterday, but I’d hoped things would have died down a little by now. Then, as I stood up to get to photograph the colour of the bag’s urine… I emitted what can only be called a cry in pain of Argh! Or similar. As kicked off, and will be with me as I hobble until January the something when the foot-lady calls on me. This is not a good prospect. Then again, have I any good prospects ahead of me? Not had many in the past, either. Haha! I meandered… well, hobbled slowly to the wet room, for action, a needed activation, from the rear end. I felt no urgency, but thank heavens I went when I did: The second my bottom hit the plastic raised seat, the flow began of its own accord. Eurgh! To the kitchenette, and took this rather failed photograph of the first morning view. How I got this, I do not know. But I tried again… Another cock-up effort. Although the row of houses looked remarkably like an Indian or Aztec carved head to me. Can you see it? I suppose me being either a gifted pareidolian or bonkers, see it clearly. Haha! I was beginning to feel less hassled now. Not exactly what I would call well, or supercalifragilisticexpialidocioused, but betterer the I did when I woke up.
Carer Richard arrived, and he soon got the diabetic socks and leggings on for me. Medicated issued, and he took a note of the prescription meds in the drawer. He took the laundry with him, which I appreciated, cause the last two callers didn’t.
As I got on with the blogging, and finally finished yesterday’s… all of the same ailments, plus the Mystery rib pains, began again. I was not in good shape when the second Carer arrived.
I tried to get the ode done, but my concentration was bad at that moment. I reckon I’ve caught a chill or something. The were even worse. So, I gave up. I’m going to have an early meal and settle down for a break. I took a Kodak Tim photo while prepping the fodder to have. My pareidolia came out again. One of the little clouds (circled, right) looked just like a mouse to me. Just thought I’d mention it. I emptied out what drop there was of urine in the day pouch, and off to get the nosh cooking. Ten minutes or so later, the empty pouch looked like this on the left!!! No wonder my innards are playing up, then? Still, it was a much lighter, almost perfect colour… which baffled me a little. Mystery photo taken yet again here? Why, what for, when and any reasoning is not on the agenda at the moment. Another accidental activation? Made a brew and got back on the computer for a while getting some blog catching-up done. Well, I say done, I made so many cock-ups I gave up after an hour or so. I spent what seemed like an aeon getting the meal prepped, and eventually served up. Crispy potato cakes, garden peas and soya mini-sausages. Some rounds of milk roll bread and a sauce dip at hand. Worth it, even if I was fighting to stay awake. Flavour: 8.8/10. Ate it all up, and delved into the fridge to get some ice cream for afters. Very tasty they were too. I had three bars of wafered ice cream & chocolate. Hehe!
Washed the pots, and down in, or rather on, the £300, bought eight years ago from the second-hand shop, Harold Haemorrhoid testing, repugnantly beige-coloured, crumb containing, virus-breeding, acne-giving, rickety, none-working recliner. Put the TV on, but couldn’t stay awake to watch anything. Zzz! woke me up an hour later. I was not in good shape response-wise.
I was off back to sleep within seconds of his departure. I think I was dreaming something about my teen years, but I’m not sure if she gave in to my charms or not… because woke me up on the last visit of the day. Don’t recall much of it. He removed the leg strappings and issued the medications.
But could I get back to sleep this time? NO! Well, I did, but not for hours, which was a little hauling because I knew I had to get up early to get the ablutioning done… this is because I’d left the hot tap running cold again this afternoon, and was irked by my own stupidity yet again, three times in the last three days I’ve done this! Then, of course, the real reason for my not getting to sleep arrived. … he kept on installing what sounded like evidence in a courtroom being read out… reminding me of my past failings, bad decisions and lack of success. On, and on he went! When I say he went on, naturally, it was me doing it. I think. If I hate myself this much, the self-loathing must be mentioned to the Doctor on Thursday’s visit. But the shame and embarrassment do not make it easy.
May your foibles prove festal,
Peace dawns, unhesitatingly,
Have fun with your festoonery,
And you avoid anything festy!
You get freebies, frequently…
And you have fun, frenetically!
04:40hrs: Woke up with a certain reluctance. was marauding through my mind. I had the sense that he had been having a go at me all through my short sleep. Eventually, I forced myself to move, after realising that it is important for me to get the tended too early… I can’t remember why, but was sure it needed to get done. I grappled my way out of the itch-creating, bruise-giving, catheter-tube-tugging, crumb-decorated from my nocturnal nibblings, God-awfully uncomfortable, cringingly-grotty, no longer working, dirty beige recliner, anti-sleep designed, c1966, second-hand bought for £300, twelve years ago from the charity shop, and then started to remove the . Oh, dearie me! Just look at the colour! Took the above photo, emptied the bag, and got the things ready to go to the wet room to tackle the risky duty of getting Shaving, showering, medicating and dressing done. The was needed first. At last, a change for the better. No total control from or, although Conrad had a slight advantage. As you can see, the shaving had the odd little cut accrued, bleeding. Hehe! I laid out the toilet roll sheets each time I had to use them. You can see how they bled less and less around the horseshoe of them on the raised toilet seat. Pretty! Obviously, shaving, I eventually saw the return of the Red Eye again! What with blood in the urine, now blood in the left eye again, I awaited the third bleeding session. Pondering on what would be the cause of bloodletting number three. Haha! My guesstimate would be , and or … Possibly, mayhap, possible even the . I got the shower towel on the airer racking, and the nook it off. I’d got the laundry bag nearly full. Adding the towel made it full. I must ask the Carer to take it down with them for me. Got on the computer.
Made a brew, and took this kitchen window view of the windy morning.
arrived. I asked her to cream the papules, put on the diabetic socks, ankle and leg strapping, and take the laundry down with her. The laundry is still there. But she did a great job with the strappings for me. A lovely gal. Took the rubbish bag with her too.
I persevered with this blog. Praying that the browser does not crash again! Then started an Ode for tomorrow. Then made some graphics for cartoons later on.
I made an early meal. Cause I was feeling suddenly so tired and weary. Shut down the computer and put the sliced bacon bits and sausages in the oven at a high temperature.
Added the meat too the tomatoes and added some sea salt. Plenty of bread to help soak up the tomatoes.
One of the best meals for a few days enjoyability-wise! 9/10 flavour rating.
Then the recent ailments returned with a vengeance. Led by , with and an in-form . I felt sorry for myself, forced myself up to wash the pots, then it was down into c1966, £300 Oxfam charity shop bought, second-hand, wincingly grotty, beige coloured, crumb-covered from my nocturnal nibblings, itch-making, uncomfortable, positively unhealthy & dangerous, no longer operational, virus-breeding, easy-to-fall-out-of, Catheter-tube-trapping, recliner. Put the new TV on, and lay there, totally unaware of what was showing on the goggle-box, trying to will away the aches and pains spiritually… which goes to show you what a clot, I am! The coughing started again. I found a fair bit of blood on the kitchen towel I used to remove the upcoming dollops of phlegm. At first, this was a worry, but I soon discovered it was the gums and teeth bleeding, not anything coming up from the innards. Phew! Eventually, I relaxed a smidgeon as the coughing eased off, and the sore throat seemed to as well. The continued for hours?
I have a feeling I may have used this Fault before? Tsk! Anyway, here’s the result. Sorry if it’s been on the blog before.
You… well, even I couldn’t believe the mess I got myself into with the computer today! I was so frustrated that a loathing of myself and a continually hounding at me with a horrendous amount of lousy luck flourished furiously. This did not help my already well, delicate, state of mind in the slightest bit. I fear with all the repetitions of failures, I seem to be going into a deep, dank depression at some time, every day! Often more than once. Yet somehow, my very depression makes me sick, disgusted at getting depressed, this in some fashion, helps bring me out of them… until the next one comes. Which are now suffered diurnally. How I wish a doctor, psychiatrist, psychologist or psychoanalyst, I’m not sure who could help or be willing to, would read these declarations.
THE COMPUTER HAS FROZEN AGAIN!
I”M GOING TO HAVE TO GET THE PHOTOS ON QUICK, CAUSE IT’LL GO AGAIN FOR SURE! SHIT!
No night bag, I forgot to ask the carer to put it on.
. Morning view.
Early nosh again. Prepped.
I photographed the meal tray and the dark urine when I emptied the day dag into the jug. The state of the hallway floor before I cleaned, and afterwards. Also took a midday view shot… I did all of these without the SD card in Kodak Tim. Now I was really peeing myself off!
Put the card in and took this effort of the red sky.
When the computer went down for the first time, I tried to photo some of the screens that filled the screen… But they went off as I took the shot… talk about bad luck. Not that anyone can help if they see it, all very technical with no signs of what I had to do!
Opened the internet, Google.
Late afternoon delight.
The bottom field, lovely looking weather, no one around, which I found out of the ordinary.
A later shot of the sky and clouds.
THE COMPUTER HAS FROZEN AGAIN!. I took these pages they meant, not a lot to me.
Washed the pots and cleaned the kitchen; now back on blogging and am going to finish & post this early. While I can.
04:10hrs: Burst was awake and already confused before the Monsoons started. Much too dark a shade!
I put the kettle on, and I made up the waste bag.
I went back to the kitchen and tried to take a shot of the view through the split kitchen window. Ah, well. Opened the window later on to make this effort.
Planned the canned meal for later on.
Then, I spent a few hours on blogging and CorelDrawing duties. During this, the Oligarchical Liberty-Global owned Virgin Media offered me…
MAYHEM MONSOON ONE
Arrived, doing a double session, medications & domestic. Hence, my confusion and inability to cope and remember things came to light. I could not recall how to get the speedmop pads from the tray. The large Vacuum cleaner had me beat all together. How do I empty the filter? How do we get the flex to stretch out? How do we get it to go back in? soon sorted things out my guesswork and logicality. (I used to have those, Hehe) Sarah, , and was in a rush methinks. Today’s task was to be the removal of the entire , but there was no time to leave it off to allow me to try and wee voluntarily. A new set-up was inserted into Little Inchie, a new day bag fitted, and instructions were given that really didn’t sink in due to my gritted teeth and determination not to scream out loud with the pain of the reinsertion procedure. Argh! It was more embarrassing as sat there as I was being tended to. At least she had the decency not to burst out laughing or giggling. Haha! Got me on the bed to carry out the procedure. Actually, it was less painful than many earlier medicationings, to be honest. Sarah doesn’t mess about; the old insertion tube was pulled straight out, painkiller gel squirted into little Inchie and the new line, and the reinsertion was soon back in again!
called next, chatted while doing the medications, and she kindly took the laundry bag down for me. And… an hour or two later, with the Oligarchs just reaching… returned bringing the laundry bag with her, all done so well, completely dried and folded! Bless her Cotton Socks! Thanks, Marie! ♥
Gone suddenly dark? I thought someone had turned the light off. Hehehe!
MAYHEM MONSOON TWO! I’d assumed, with it being so late, that the
technician was not going to arrive. But he fooled me and did! Ruled the next hour or so… Each of many questions was answered, but it did not give me time to sink it all in. I now have two alarm boxes. (Both working?) Two landline telephones. Two remote TV controls. I asked about the TV remotes and was told to forget about the one that came with the TV. I spent a few minutes after the lad had gone to get myself thoroughly baffled on how to do things; the buttons are not clear and are in miniature on the controller. I keep hitting the wrong button and getting options that I don’t even know mean or stand for? I may well regret having this thing installed.
Technically drained, I gave up and got the soup with extra potatoes made up. Nice! Flavour 8./10.
Woke me up. Took off the leg strappings. And shot off on his way home. Good for him!
03:00hrs: Burst into semi-imitation life. Nocturnal urine is a better colour.
Eurgh!
Itchy ankles and legs. Multi-coloured?
Used the new razors… well, I say new; I bought them years ago and lost them. But the Social Lady and District Nurse found them when cramming the stuff in the spare room when making space for the bed. Haha! Not a single cut! .
Well, had to go again…
Haemorrhoid swabs were medicated in the sink.
Kitchen first, first one not so good… Ah, much betterer!
I decided to house up the spuds before the get more growth on them. Last of the Leicester Red Cheese, and later on, to make cheesy baked potatoes. Well, I do love them. They’ll be the last for a while.
The sun tried suddenly to get through the gaps in the clouds, beautiful! Not sure why I took another shot?
A later snap.
Sunsetting. Closer shot…
Ah, I missed the stand… Tsk!
Up to date, the failures of the Oligarchs are only… Another improvement?
A lot of time was spent preparing the cheesy potatoes. But no Accifauxpas this time… well, KI did drop a jar of seasoning, but it missed my toes and didn’t break, so I thought it was worth mentioning… although I have mentioned it now… What day is it?
The Cheesy Potato Feast! I’d just sat down to eat it, and Carer Atere arrived a little earlier than usual. This took the edge off of my enjoying the meal, but having a chin-wag made up for it. My ankle, leg straps and diabetic socks were removed after giving me the medications. Nice, lad.
Sleep came easily enough, but the bugger didn’t last long. made sure of that!
04:00hrs: 300ml of urine this morning. But look at the colour of it!
I got on with the blogging straight away… Well, with a few interruptions from Liberty-Global. After about three hours of not getting very far other than redoing things that Liberty-Global had lost for me with their going down so often. I gave up on the hopes that the internet may become more stable. There is more chance of me winning the lottery, and I don’t even buy any tickets! Grunglenuts!
I decided to unpack the laundry from last night that was returned to the flat. Too tired to do it last night. This is how the damp, even wet, some of the thicker items came out of the laundry bag. So, I needed to get both of the electric airers on the go to dry the things off. Got the diabetic socks on the towel airer in the hallway. And the throw for the bed on the flat airer. The socks kept slipping off of the bars. Better check on them later.
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Back on the computer, and took this terrible shot of my reflection in the balcony window. Haha!
The socks were falling off again, so I moved the dressing gown onto the stand-up machine, and the socks to the flat, bent & twisted one. This was when I noticed an odd sock among them. I had a search around but couldn’t find it. Moved the quilt onto the stand-up airer. Folded the seven diabetic socks. And went to make a brew of Glengettie.
Then, as the rain was falling in torrents, I went out onto the balcony to take some photos of the views. All through the glass of, course. Wet or what? Yes, wet! The left side was even worse. The right end shot of the end car park came out alright, the wind was carrying the rain, and the mud-slide was developing rather quickly.
Back on the computer, Carer Cochi came. She coped with the fitting of the Diabetic socks, and the ankle and leg straps. We had a bit of fun with that. Dealt out the medications and managed a little laugh.
As I drank the drink, the tummy really hurt for a few moments then died down?
Because the pouch seemed to fill up so quickly. although the colour was the healthiest it has ever been; I’d say a two on the NHS Urine Richter Scale. 300ml, from half a mug of Glengettie?
After about ten minutes, the pain returned in the stomach. Well, fancy that… The day pouch had filled in no time??? After emptying the bag again, no joking, in five minutes, there were 200ml of good-coloured urine back in the pouch!
Oh, here’s the future man with his torch!
The sun was struggling up from the left. The rain had stopped, and I tried to get a decent photo of the planet. Somehow, it looks as if it is nighttime? I’m not sure what I did wrong here.
I put some prepared parmesan potatoes in the tray, ready for cooking later on. I threw away the butter pat with the garlic in it and shaved some of the fantastic-tasting no-butter butter on the potatoes instead, with a splash of sea salt and vinegar.
I felt the pouch pulling again, and Little Inchies blood trickling down my leg. I’ll have to keep checking the bag for the rest of the day and night. It’s coming out in torrents?
Aches and pains got worse, all due to the bladder and this cold, caught, I think. Closed down the computer early, and got a nosh made. Parmentier potatoes and pies. It was not good!. I overcooked the pies, and the crusts were like shoe leather, only tougher. I actually bent the knife when I first tried to cut one! The tatters were okay. Flavour Rating: 5/10.
Took these shots when washing up the pots. I accidentally had the flash on when I snapped this one. The rain was back again. This one came out lighter without the flash.
Got down really early 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 recliner, anti-sleep designed, c1966, second-hand bought for £300, ten years ago from the charity shop, I was not feeling very well at all. Poor thing, Hehehe! I checked the pouch, it now abruptly, stopped filling, and the stomach pains started again! The coughing didn’t help. Each time I coughed, I got pains from the innards, stomach/bladder, and the already bleeding Little Inchy’s fungal lesion. I tried to drink more water to encourage the bladder to work, but with only having the day bag on yet, and, I felt sure I’d nod off, not wanting the pouch to fill to capacity while asleep… I think I decided to wait until the Carer arrived and put the bigger night bag on for me. I fell asleep, and am not sure which carer came to this last call. But he took off the ankle and leg strappings and attached the night bag for me. This may have been Carer Atere’s attention in attendance, methinks. He may have said he’d checked the cooker and taps, I think. But left the lights on in the main room and hallway. So, after a while, when I realised this was why I couldn’t get back to sleep… it may take me a while, but I got it eventually, Hehehe! So, I struggled half asleep, out of the £300, second-hand, musty, Haemorrhoid Harold Testing, wincingly beige, crumb-covered, not-working, rickety recliner, carrying the by the lengthy tube, and fumbling along with precious , I had to get up to turn off the lights. Not easy getting back to the recliner in the dark, but I avoided any toe stubbings. Got settled back down, and the coughing kicked in again: 🎼 Your foot bone connected to your heel bone Your heel bone connected to your ankle bone Your ankle bone is connected to your leg bone. Your leg bone connected to your knee bone Your knee bone connected to your thigh bone Your hip bone connected to your backbone Your back bone connected to your shoulder bone Your shoulder bone connected to your neck bone Your neckbone is connected to your head-bone Your thigh bone is connected to your hip bone…🎼
That ditty was my way of saying that standing up and pain & bleeding exited from Little Inchie’s fungal lesion as the tube pulled at him. Cartilage Choe gave way on the little journey, the eyes made it hard to get back to the recliner, sitting down again, and Haemorrhoid Harold hurt and bled as I plonked down a mite hard on my rear end. Then as I got as comfortable as I was going to get, Coughing Claire kicked off, which affected all the aforementioned ailments, plus, the throat, Back Pain Brenda, the leg papules, the chest, the ears popped, the glasses fell off, I knocked the TV remote control… tried to retrieve it, and knocked over a bottle of spring water! It instilled a thought in my mind. I must ask each evening carer to turn off the lights for me on leaving.
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – At last, a slower day for Inchy. Of course, that does not mean a lot, considering the previous two hectic days suffered. There were a few moments, well, incidents that nearly got me in a semi-panic, though. The new used ex-hospital bed unexpectedly arrived so soon via Red Cross UK this afternoon. gave way again. She’s getting cunning nowadays… gone are the sharp pre-warning pains that used to give me a chance to get some support held on to. Now, she just collapses. Little Madam! The cough is developing into a bit of a rasper. However, I decided to have a go at making some baked cheesy potatoes. They are in the oven now as I type this blog… hello, I can hear an alarm going off. I’d better check on it… Nope, I can’t hear anything now. I’ve checked the flood alarm, and it’s not my flat fire alarm; that would be very loud, and I can’t even fail to hear that one when it activates. Anuvver quickie.
It’s a decent colour this morning.
Off to get the done.
The legs looked much improved. A bloodless shave! That was done with the feet in a bowl with Dettol and baking soda in it. It was a stand-up wash, but the feet were out of my range to get at. Messy! I had a seat on the Porcelain’s plastic lid. Personal Medications carried out. (Ouch!) Creamed the Excema and acne. Is that a bit of red eye, I see, now?
Snap from the kitchenette window.
Waste bags sorted.
The new second-hand used bed. I was taking this photo when it rang out from the front door. A chap walked in from the Red Cross, the people who kindly delivered the bed for me with a no-fall bar to be fitted to the bed. They have sent one for a different bed to this one. It would not work. He said he’d tell them to see if he could get a bar fitted later for me. It can’t be helped.
Getting lighter now, much later than usual. I have no idea why, but then again, having no idea, being confused, or not knowing what I was doing or going to do minutes earlier after getting a visitor or a topic subject changes is perfectly normal for me.
At long last, I got the computer on… Within an hour of no blogging done… arrived. I eventually got a signal that stayed on for more than three minutes. Two hours and a lot of lost work later, the Liberty-Global total had risen to I was infuriated and pissed off, and the signal suddenly stayed on. Well, for a while. At least. But my confidence was lacking.
I got the largest of the baking potatoes from the pack. It was a whopper! I heated the oven, and my taste buds tingled at the thought of having some cheesy baked spuds! Of course, I returned to the computer and forgot all about the potato that was slowly being incinerated in the oven.
Now, this confused me greatly. I’ve been in full command of all evacuations for at least two weeks and have been taking the above capsules daily. The bubbling and agitations within the bowels continued, but not the faintest sign of any movement? I gave it plenty of time. I even counted the cracks in the ceiling and had a go at the crossword puzzle, but nothing came out, not even any wind! Yet I still have the sensation from within, all the usual signs, rumbling, grumblings and pressure from the innards, forewarning me of a rear-end tsunami being imminent.
Came, and I gave up on computing altogether.
I got the well-baked potato out of the oven, the veg chopping board out, a sharp knife, fork and strong spoon, and the spud halved. No cuts! Then, I sliced the flesh into two halves, husks, left putting the Germolene on the burnt fingers cause I knew there was more to burn. Then, I added some Squid sea salt. Spirit vinegar and a smidgeon of. Black pepper. A hefty load of Leicester Red shredded cheese and bashed it all together as best That I could, for about twenty minutes, it felt like. Probably nearer five, though. Served up the nosh!It’s not the best cheesy baked potatoes I’ve ever done, but that may have been due to the blood from the finger when I sliced the tomatoes. Hehehe!. Flavour-Rating: 8.5/10.
Arrived. I asked him to take the laundry with him, specifically asking him to make sure that it was well-dried, as the quilts would be needed for the new bed. He had a nibble and some Lucozade, and off he went, with the laundry in the bag.
Had a go at taking some night shots of the view. I wanted to take a close-up of a decorated house. Wobbled? Wobbled! And, again, Wobbled! It’s an even closer effort. Wobbles! I gave up and took a wide shot. A half-decent one at last! Haha!
I fell asleep and returned, leaving the freshly done (but I discovered in the morning, still wet & crushed into the bag) laundry. He took off the ankle, leg straps and diabetic socks for me. Selected a drink, had a nibble and went off leaving the light on in the hallway. I was half asleep, of course.
Easy one this time, wasn’t it?
Getting back to sleep was impossible for several hours. Not due this time, too, but the of that felt much worse than ever now. Poor little thing.
