Good Morning, Mon Amis. I’ve only just gotten around to doing the actual blog now. And it’s 15:30hrs already. Nowadays, everything is just taking too long to get done. The Mystery Lurgy chest and rib pains, Cataract Katey, Dementia Doreen, the lack of mobility with the Catheter needing emptying so often, changing from night to day bags… Concentration Conrad has gone to pot.
Ablutions take me two hours on average. Honestly!
Just getting dressed is a work of art and a strain and pain.
Will I ever see properly again? So I can do the Diary blog properly?
Will the Catheters be a permanent time-consuming feature on my manly, lean, mean, tough, muscular, hard masculine body?
So, I’ll put the photos on and anything of an exciting nature that may have occurred during the day. Not too much chance of that, though. Hehe!
I stirred into a pretend life, and as I moved the right leg, I forgot about the night catheter being attached and trod on the extended tubing while I supposedly caught my balance. Realising my cock-up, I lifted the left foot from the tube… before I’d mastered the balance.
❶ I tumbled back onto 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. Landing on the arm and causing the delicate rear end to suffer a considerable clout!
❷ At that exact moment, I must have caught the piping on my way down; the night bag began to leak! (These tumbles seem to be almost quotidian this week)
❸ As I was picking up the bowl and night bag, the need for the was sudden and urgent! ❹ I hastened ASAP to the wet room. But: unfortunately, ❺ and horrifically, I did not get there in time!
❻ Messy job again, I got myself and the wet room furniture cleaned up…
❼ And trod on the darned night bag; It burst open! More cleaning up. ❽ The bending down so often to clean things up yet again; started the Mystery Rib Cage Pains off! I detached the night bag and made sure I’d got the day bag valve closed.
I decided as I was in there, to get the done. Stripped off, which sounds and indeed used t lobe a simple job… until the Mystery Pains, Catheter and taking tumbles started this morning. Which went pleasantly well, actually. Considering the half-hour or so of constant cock-ups I’d just suffered. Not a single cut shaving! The teeth bled a bit, although I tried to clean them gently. The eye-drop application went, as usual, more in the moustache than in the eye.
Getting clothes off to use the Throne was naturally done in haste, given the urgency of the need. But getting the day clothes on was laboriously slow and hard work. The straps on the different type of catheter bag had twisted and given me some new welts on my leg. Germolene applied. The new weekly day bag was already twisted, and it took me a while to get that sort of straightened top and bottom… ♫ Come on, let’s Twist again… ♫ Hahaha! had been bleeding again.
After what seemed like hours… Oh, it was! Getting the bag, Porcelain Throning, ablutioning and getting dressed, I returned to the front room. Had left it a mess last night. Hadn’t taken the waste bags with him or cleaned the medicine pot.
Also, he’s emptied the wee-wee bucket and not flushed the toilet. Amidst all the panic stations earlier, the stink was awful!
I got the Health Checks done. I was pleased to see I was in the High-Norm area again. Hoping for a hat trick in there tomorrow.
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Enjoyed taking these shots of the late, partially clouded-over moon.
Shame they were not so good, but still.
I took these a few hours later on. The seagulls were food hunting again.
If they stay much longer (the gulls), there will be no wildlife left!
The rib pains kicked off again, and my concentration crumbled.
Nothing was sticking in the brain. Memories were escaping.
And I was in the right state. Apart from Carer Ty coming, who the others were is unknown. I do recall asking Ty to make sure he flushed the WC after emptying the pouch or bucket and not to put anything else down the WC.
I kept finding things on this blog that I could not remember putting on it. I was particularly proud of ablutioning paragraphs. Did I do them? These Mind-Blanks do worry me sometimes. But not today. They were accepted as part & parcel of living with Dementia Doreen! That I find weird, too.
I’m sure I took a lot more photographs today.
But these below are the last three on the card at this time?
Apparently, taken as the night wore on?
Better get something to eat. Very nice too!
Arrived to get cataracts… no, not them; the night catheter attached to the day one. Nice to see him again, but he was a smidgen annoyed at the doctor amid hospital crossed lines and different instructions on my taking the antibiotics. Like me, Richard is not getting updated on medical things. He said someone was going to come in a few days to take the catheter out. I’ve heard nothing about this from anyone, either. No one called me to advise me at all?
Getting to sleep was difficult yet again, and staying asleep, was impossible to do. The springing awake with a jerk went on all night. Humph!
Pity about yesterday’s little glitch. We could have had
a four-day period of High-Norms!
Morning snaps from the Kitchenette
Local swelling.
Bet they seem tight to our American friends?
Evening meal New potatoes cooked in the crock-pot, then
halved and sprayed with olive oil and into
the oven to crisp them off.
Mock pork sausages, done in the oven with the spuds.
Two wholemeal baps. And a pot of strawberry jam
cheesecake. Taste-Rating: 7.9/10
Regretfully, a lack of detail in this Inchie Today.
Not feeling too good, and the mystery pains
in my ribs continue to ruin my concentration.
Night , added the night catheter.
With my not taking off the diabetic socks (Fool!),
The ankles have blown up considerably.
I tried to take a photo, but Peripheral Pete and
Dizzy Dennis had me unsteady, and my attempts were not good. took
this photo for me of the leg. This was his last call of the day. And he wanted to get home.
Which I suggested was a good idea!
Took me ages to get to sleep – not due to pain, worries or
any noise. But it was hours and hours before I managed to get off.
So bad I watched two football matches before my absent
friend Sweet Morpheus arrived.
Of course, the usual jumping awake, without rhyme or reason went on all night. Humph!
Took a shot of the moon as it disappeared through a gap in the clouds, not to be seen again today. Not by me, anyway.
Coughing a bit this morning, wit the odd sneeze – by gum; it hurts the ribs when I do, either.
The mystery chest and back pains were a permanent fixture. This constant pain is wearing me down.
Computer. Arrived at 07:15ish. Sorted the fridge out and got rid of so many out-of-date products that I could not read (Cataract). Medications. Checked catheter.
As you can see here on the left, the fridge is a little on the scarce side foodwise, and Richard removed several more after taking this photo. One item was sell by 2019!
Back rib pains are persistent, to say the least.
09:15hrs: All hell broke loose!
Well, not really, but it sounded dramatic, dunnit?
The men working on the lifts. Burst out half an hour of repeated bangs, knocks and then some drilling. Got to be done.
So, now I’ve got the mystery pains full time, worse when I stretch or bend. Intermittently trying to pull the shoulder apart. Little Inchie is very sore, being drawn about each time I move with the catheter in for another five days at least; Richard said.
Struggling to see correctly, the cataracted, Glaucoma, and Saccades affected eyes and ears for hearing (that’s what they made for, you know… Hehehe)..
Esther came, said she’d help with ringing the Doctor to tell her she has sent me back to who told me to ring her for the details of the Warfarin. She said, “Ring Nottingham City Hospital Urology! ”
I’ve tried ringing the DVT clinic and was refused to put through to the Warfarin Clinic by the operator. She also said, “Ring Nottingham City Hospital Urology!”
She rang PALS. Who said, “Ring Nottingham City Hospital Urology!”
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – The Noise Is Worserer Than Ever Now!
Edther coundn’t hear on the phone
06:00hrs: Woke up to find myself shuddering, flapping, and threshing about in the c1966. charity shop bought, second-hand, wincingly grotty, beige coloured, not working, crumb-covered from the nocturnal nibblings, itch-making, uncomfortable, virus breeding, easy-to-fall-out-of, recliner! Boy, that must have been some dream or nightmare I was having! I can’t recall a single thing about it, mind you. I soon realised that the evening catheter pouch was in need of emptying.
So, I rose precariously (balance not so good) and emptied it.
Off to the kitchen. lovely view out there this morning. But the wind, when I opened the window, made me glad to be indoors.
I abandoned plans for making a brew and went off to the wet room to get the ablutions sorted. I don’t think I got any cuts at all shaving.
However, when it came to cleaning my rotund, flabby-bellied wobbly, stomached body, I did hit problems. As expected: Cleaning around the inserted tube of the catheter protruding from Little Inchie… I don’t think I need to say this, but… the Fungal Lesion started bleeding! This necessitated the Daktacort ointmentationing to be done. After just a few oohs, argh’s and more fruitful words of agony, I got it finished. No bother to me, of course. With my gigantic pain-tolerance level. I stopped crying and moved on to other areas in need of similar treatment. and then got some of the eyes drops in roughly the area of the right eye. (But not a lot).
Then, the big challenge – Getting dressed. With the right arm still painful when I stretch or bend, the Mystery Sharp Stabbing Pains in the rib cage, right-hand side, and now at the back as well, of the torso, his usual warning signs of an imminent due, leaving me virtually one handed to get the clothes – which is not easy using a picker-upperer as the same time!
But I made a fine job of it. I put a plaster on the cut finger, laughed off banging my knee on the floor cabinet corner when I lost my balance and applied some Germolene on the bruised head.
Arrived as I was making the much-belated brew. (It went cold). Issued the medications, and he laughed when he said: “Now drop ’em!” Hehehe! Put my socks on for me. Fitted the replacement weekly Catheter pouch. We had a natter, and bade him farwell. I visited the , messy again, and almost black in colour this time – from the Karki of yesterday?
On the computer, Norton did a scan. Answered the mass of comments that had come in on WordPress… well, one.
There I was, sat, sitting at the computer and I realised that my right foot was warm and wet!
Yes, the pouch had been running the wee straight through, down my leg and into the slipper!
I dropped the trousers and got the bowl to stand my right foot in to catch the urine, which of course, I could not stop the flow! I threw the sock in as well; that’s not going to be used again! As the bowl started to fill up, I rang Meridian to ask for help. Tina said she’d “Pop up to see you (me) later! Both trouser legs had been soaked, and my socks and slippers – all of them had to be thrown away. Not having a lot of luck here, am I?
Oh, What a Calamity!
Arrived shortly after. Got it sorted for me. A different style of open-closure thingamabob fooled us, a press-through instead of a tap on the new pouch. Hah, well. Shame about the slippers, socks and trews having to be dished. But not as bad as it might have been, because some new slippers are being delivered this very day! Via Amazon.
Warfarin, DVT nurse Hristina ♥ arrived, and I explained about my being told to consult the Doctor about my leaving off the Warfarin before the Cystoscopy Procedure.
Hristina rang the surgery, explained everything, and they said they’d ring me back later on. Great!
The Sherington Park Surgery rang.
Told me I had to ring the hospital to find out about the Warfarin. This is the hospital that tells me to ring the Doctor? Farcical doesn’t come into it!
Came. Telling him about the problem with the Warfarin and thought I’d better ring the DVT Clinic, as they control the Warfarin and arrange for the blood tests to be calculated. I got what I thought was the telephone number for the DVT clinic from the web, but it turned out to be the Queen’s Medical Switchboard.
She would not put me through and told me to ring the Urology at the Nottingham City Hospital – This is the hospital that tells me to ring the Doctor?
Ty took over the phone and got the number of the Urology at the Nottingham City Hospital. He’ll ring them tomorrow, but he is too busy at the moment to do it. Ty brought in the laundry and deposited the bag in the front room for me. Checked taps. But did not watch me taking the tablets… I thought I may have kist in through the missing teeth, but we could not see any under the cupboard. Off he went, saying he’d see me later.
So, more hours lost getting nowhere! I’m so frustrated and am still unsure of what to do about the Warfarin dosages.
Finally got the Monday blog completed and made a start on this one.
I got the laundry hung up and put it away. But the stretching and bending brought back the calmed down stabbing pains again. I’m not happy with these mystery pains! U just hope they are connected to urology problems and not something new ailment-wise. I’ll give you an idea of them… ARGH!
I could do no more now. Uncomfortable with the pains, tired out. Pathetically mega-depressed and irredeemably frustrated! Sorry for myself, I suppose? Let’s face it, nothing much is going right for me, is it?
Repeated catheter bag emptying.
I’ll get something to eat, methinks. No bread, no butter. A few chips, gravy, Ah, well, that’ll do.
Took a snap from the kitchenette window, showing my spare 3-wheeler walker on the balcony.
Also, the gravel path I used to be able to get up on my walks through the tree copse. So sadly missed.
My bread and butterless meal was thoroughly enjoyed.
I forgot to photograph it, so took one of the empty bowl after the food was demolished. Hahaha!
Woken around 2125hrs, as arrived. I was still half-asleep. Richard got the night bag attached to the day bag and the pouch in the grey bowl. I’m sure we had a chat about something – likely me moaning about not being able to find out about the Warfarin leaving off… Yes, I think it might have been.
I woke to the chirpy tones of from the door chime. Immediately engaged. I thought I’d overslept, and the Carer was trying to get in… The moment I pressed my right arm on the £300, bought eight years ago from the second-hand shop, Harold Haemorrhoid testing, repugnantly beige-coloured, crumb containing, virus-breeding, acne-giving, nibbles-hiding, rickety, itch-producing, none-working recliner’s arm… The shooting pains started from the mystery ailment again after a day of me thinking it was ebbing… These shooting or stabbing pains come when I use the right hand (Peripheral Neuropathy?) They said it would only get worse? I could not use the walking stick with the right hand; cause pressing down on it, raising the arm or bending. This much-delayed me getting my balance and to the door. Where I unlocked it and opened it to see no signs of anyone? Baffled & bemused, I went back to the recliner room, and by Jimminee, it was only 05:00hrs!
Walking without a stick, and carrying the night catheter pouch, decided to drain and remove the night bag. The bending to unfasten and drain it was another period of sharp pains in the chest… well, around the back they were now.
It’s going to be another pain-ridden day! Concentration going to go to pot, well, it had started. And with the balance being so bad; and the start of kicking off, my spirits sank.
I took the bucket and emptied it, rinsed and anticepticated it. and put the removed bag in three waste bags. All this I did in an automated fashion? Returned the bucket for use to empty the day catheter later.
I thought, being as I am up and aboutish, I’d better get the tended to. From getting into the wet room, I noted the time on the clock. By the time I’d got the stand-up wash with feet soaking in the bowl on the floor, shaved, washed, including the area that contained poor catheterised Little Inchie, hate rear end and associated danglers and crevices; then applied both Germoloids & Germolene. Olive oiled the ear holes. Got a tiny amount of the eye drops into the right eye… but possibly 80% of it on the nose, moustache, chin and stomach. I’m not mastering putting the eye drops in, am I? The catheter had made the Fungal Lesion bleed every morning and night, so after giving Arthur Itis’s knee, I say knee, not knees, cause I couldn’t get to the right one due to the paraphernalia attached… I then tackled the lob of trying to readjust the tape holding things in place that had gotten twisted… It’s still twisted. This daily morning performance took me two hours plus to get done. Any wonder I can’t get the blog done?
I split a pair of Depend pants on the plastic closure thingamabob, and I tried another pair. But had an as I pulled them wide to get over the tubing, and it sprang back… and started the Fungal lesion bleeding again… which I’d just spent agony and time stopping it bleeding, so had to start doing the Dakacorting again!
And as for getting dressed, that was extremely painful. As the falls team showed me a year or so ago, I opened the trousers, dripped them, stood in with one leg, and used the picker-upper to raise the trews. Then on to the right leg… Hehehe!
Talk about struggle and suffering! !
Arrived as I was starting the computer. Great to see him. The lads got a dry tickly cough that’s playing him up something rotten. Later I added a bottle of cough linctus to the Asda order for tomorrow)
Richard wrote things down for me to say to the Doctor on Friday.
After this, the pain got to me, I’m ashamed to say. And I started mind-wandering. Didn’t do anything on this blog; working on yesterday’s for ages, and started on this in the late afternoon.
I kept wandering off to do other things. Emptied the cataract… no, that’s not right… Catheter day-pouch four times up to now.
Around 16:00hrs, made a concerted effort to find some cartoons to use.
Got a few and doctored them in CorelDraw to use over the next three issues of this world-famous Inchie Today blog. Followed by a massive number of people from all over the world. And they are both good people.
A photo here that I forgot to put on earlier.
Hard to believe, I know; Me forgetting something. A man of my perceptiveness, classical education, brilliant mind and… Well, never mind. .
This insult shirt was a Christmas Pressie from Sister Jane 2 years ago. Lovely and snuggly-warm it is.
Also got this picturesque under-the-circumstances shot of the morning view that I also, as well as again, forgot to put on the blog earlier. Amazingly, I’d forgotten to do the Health Checks again. So, I did them.
I then set about making a meal. Ben’s BBQ rice, a can of nearly out-of-date mechanically removed chicken 15%, beef 4%, and soya 54% hot dogs to go with the rice with added BBQ sauce. A pot of instant mash with added cheese. Flavour Rating for this one,
of 8.2/10.
Went to get the pots washed and took these three shots over a period of about ten minutes of the just-gone sunsetting view from the kitchenette window.
Meridian’s last call of the day, a Health & Safety Check, Catheter changing, and Pentac medicine giving session, was performed by my friendly caring .
Pentac was given, and then the night bag was added to the day bag for me.
I’m still bothered by the hospital’s instructions for the Cystoscopy Procedure on Friday. I’ve to contact my Doctor, physician or nurse to find out when or if to stop the Warfarin prior to the operation. (As there will be a lot of bleeding).
I’ll ask Hristina n the morning if she can help me. Not hearing on the telephone or mishearing can be a problem for me.
07:45hrs: My waking up so late… well, I say that, but I’d been waking up all night again, but fatigue got me back to sleep this time. Thank you, Mr Fatigue!
The state of the Carers table caught my Katie cataracted, Glaucoma Gladys and Saccades-Sandra eyes. After three visits from Carer TY. A broken catheter, open packs of day and night ones. Loose stablest on the floor under the table. But, I soon lost interest in that… the night catheter was in need of emptying and packing safely in a recycle bag. So I did! Fantastic! The when I bent or stretched were far, far less vicious than yesterday. I got the night bag off without too much bother, got it emptied into the bucket, and took it to the wet room for emptying and disinfecting. As I was doing this, I felt wet dropping onto my ankle. I’d not turned the close lever far enough… So I did. Too late, of course. Now I had to wash the foot and floor along with the bucket. More time lost! But at least I could do it this morning, with the pains from the infection and the , too, so much easier!
Took the bucket back to the font room for use later on, and got the night bag in the normal bag, then the yellow high-risk bag, and finally, a black bag.
Well, feeling so well now, achieving so much, I decided to use the speed-mop to clean the kitchenette floor.
That was a little more trying, but I managed it. The bending down to pick up pieces of fluff got the back pains going, and I was beginning to regret tackling the fang job… But they soon abated back to just little aching; that’ll do for me.
Got the kettle on, but I did not make a brew. Why? I’ll tell you… A call to the that was overdue! In fact, I had to get a trot (of sorts) on to get to the Throne in time. I did, though, but it was . Ah, back to the pre-infection says mode again. was in complete control. I hope he’s not going to stay in control, or else I may run out of toilet paper if he unloads like that again!
Even more, time was lost in cleaning up the grungy, sticky mass of mess that had evacuated. The water closet had to be flushed a few times; with the help of some water from the sink.
came in while I was making a brew. His approximate 08:30 to 08:39hrs visit, instead of the 50-minute one I was charged for, gave him no time to check the taps and cooker. But he did manage to give me one Lansoprazole instead of two. Asked me how I was, then as I was telling him, he went on his mobile, pretty sure he didn’t hear a word I said. Not on it long, just seconds.
“Have to go now, I’m very busy…” and he did, shouting cheerio see you later… That put fear and dread in me: is he coming again today? He might kill me next time. Then I realised he had not brought a spare night bag as he said he would yesterday… but then again, he was on his phone when I asked home to replace the one he broke. Also, he missed taking the two tiny waste bags that were in the usual place near the door. When I got back in the room, I spotted loose tablets under the carer’s table. Got the mini Hoover out, but it wasn’t picking up, so I pressed the filter button, and it fell apart. Bit of good fortune, it fell in the waste bucket for me and literally emptied itself. Hehehe! Now I was in a pickle. Trying to put the pieces of the vacuum back together correctly. Another good hour or more lost there. Tried to use it, but it wouldn’t pick up all the metal foil bits or three tablets that were down there… after all my effort getting the thing back together as well!
Slowly it dawned on me… (Things so that sometimes to me...) it needed recharging, mayhap? So I put it on charge. A simple, often done before, little task. But no… this is me we are discussing. I knocked a pile of paperwork over as I tried to see the blue light on the Hoover to see if it was charging.
I methodically picked them up, and I restacked them on the ottoman. All ready for me to check through them to see what was what in the stack. I decided that the Ottoman was not the safest place to leave them, gathered them up to take them to the book shelving… Need I say anything? Unbelievable! I was just reaching up to place the documents on the shelf… I felt the well-known mini-shaking in the right leg, followed by an . The paperwork is still laying dishevelled and crinkled, in the corner of the room near the bookshelf!
arrived, and I gave her a kiss (On the arm, always the gentleman, Hehe).
She checked the wee-pouch, and it had really filled up. So I emptied it into the overnight, now 24hr gey bucket.
Medications sorted. mentioned the problems with the wrong medications being tendered, taps not being checked, the wrong bag being nearly fitted etc. I do not want to fall out with anyone. But, it was a nightmare the three last calls yesterday and this morning. Took the waste bags not taken by Ty.
I spent many hours (8) doing the blogs.
But mostly getting into a mess with mistakes and hitting the wrong buttons. getting out of situations I don’t know how I got into, turning off and restarting… Taking a breath here...
Misspelling, using the wrong words, getting into the right state with using Word, getting messages up that I couldn’t understand, giving up, trying again… Taking a breath here...
CorelDraw keeps freezing for no apparent reason! And coming close to crying!
Arrived. I told her of the things I’d gone through with a certain Carer (Not). Medications sorted out. Carolynne cleared the Carers desk up. Checked on both taps and oven.
Some more for farcicalness on the computer.
Trying to like and comment on the blog from my cyber-mate, Billum, and I got the message above come on the screen. I clicked the appropriate button and found myself back where I started? After the third time, I gave up and then got something to eat.
Not the meal of the year, I admit.
The oven-finished bread and th tomatoes were nice.
The Vegan mushroom steaks were revolting, and for the first time ever, even the potato Rostis were tasteless; well, they were to me. Taste: 3/10.
: Other than it was painful and took me over an hour to get the session done, there were no serious incidents. Washing the pots up and changing the bag was a nightmare with one usable hand.
Arrived as the original Die Hard film was showing on the telly.
At this stage, or of this bit, seems to be a little foggy. Sorry!
06:25hrs: I woke up with a shudder and judder and immediately got stinging pains in the knee from the catheter.
I investigate the cause. I’m like that, you know, curious. Haha!
I found the top holding strap had somehow gotten twisted; that was what caused the soreness. I’m like lightning, ain’t I? Hehe! Also, the bottom holding strap had come loose, and without thinking (I do a lot of that, as well!). I bent down to adjust the lower strap… A mistake that was! The pin from the mystery pain that has moved from the stomach to the back of the ribcage kicked off, and it’s not flipping well stopped yet! (19:00hrs) But of course, I’m used to pain now, and being the heroic, brave, manly person that I am, laughed it off!
I used the picker-upperer to get the night pouch from the bucket. Well, not much wee-wee went in there last night?.
However, a cheery sign was the colour of the urine, not a sign of any blood or sediment as with yesterday morning.
2: As I rose from the c1966. charity shop bought, second-hand, wincingly grotty, beige coloured, not working, crumb-covered from the nocturnal nibblings, itch-making, uncomfortable, virus breeding, easy-to-fall-out-of, recliner, I was soon back on the bum, testing the durability of as I pummelled back onto the recliner. 3: An burst into life, giving me a good buffeting, belting the right elbow on the arm of the chair. 4: knocking off a bottle of spring water from the Ottoman… 5: Which landed in the safety bucket, bursting open the night bag! I’ve had a better starts to the day!
I painfully detached the night bag without any mishaps. (I can’t claim that very often!) And off to the wet room… gingerly: I had the bowl with the wet wee and bags in, and Metal Mickey (The three-pronged walking stick), And voiced a prayer en route that an would not start again on the way. 6: I learnt on the way that the mystery stabbing pains had now reached the back of the ribcage. And using the right hand to hold onto Mickey made them worse… or brought them on because when I got in the wet room to clean the bowl and wrap up the night bag for disposal, the pains stopped when I put the stick down. Is it any wonder that I get so confused?
The need for the arose. Most conveniently, for once, as I was about a foot away from the Throne at the time. I anticipated another messy, gooey, sticky, clingy evacuation, as it has been for the last four days – but no! Good heavens, I’m having a mixture of good and bad luck now! I barely needed the toilet paper. I thought, clearly, my luck was changing for the better here. .
From this stage, my concentration and memory cells withered as I was doing the ablutions. Vast periods of time when if I did not make notes or take photos as a prompter – dissolved into the ether… never to be retrieved. I was doing so well on blog writing, I thought, but going to the wet room terminated any and all traces of my previous smug-Mode
Amidst the unreadable parts of the notes, there are repeated mentions of the mystery pains. Seemed they were bad all day. At this moment, many hours later, and much missed events too; nearly 20:00hrs; the mystery pains slowed down a lot, and my concentration returned… too late to save the quality & humour I think I put into at the start of the blog. I’ll run through the readable parts on the notepad’s pages and use photos that I’ve taken. During the day, Carers Sam and I think Kara called for the first two visits. Words I picked out tell me they were both pleasant, helpful visits
Carer Ty did the next two visits.
I took this photo, for some reason, of the box of Cefalexin Antibiotic. Out of interest, I looked up the side effects.
❶ Abdominal or stomach pain. ❷ Clay-colored stools.
❸ Itching or rash. ❹ Blistering, peeling, or loosening of the skin. ❺ General tiredness and weakness. ❻ Nausea and vomiting. ❼ Red skin lesions, often with a purple centre. ❽ Other Medical Problems:The presence of other medical problems may affect the use of this medicine. Make sure you tell your doctor if you have any other medical problems, especially:On Warfarin or Clopidogrel: Check with Doctor before taking it.Colitis (inflammation in the gut), history of orDiarrhorea, severe, history of, or Seizures, history of—Use with caution. This may make these conditions worse.Kidney disease or Liver disease—Use with caution. The effects may be increased because of the slower removal of the medicine from the body.
Compared to some of the medications I’m on, this one sounds safe. Well, apart from the Warfarin… I must ask a Carer on Monday to check with the Doctor for me. I know I’ve going to see her on Friday, but from her surgery, I am going to the City Hospital afterwards for the Systopcopy Procedure. So I need to know in time if I should stop the Warfarin taking as recommended.
Ah, my Angel Hristina ♥ from the DVT Warfarin clinic is coming for my blood on Tuesday; I could ask her?
I must have taken a shot of the rain sometime today. It looks like in the morning, mayhap?
Helped me with checking the Catheter bags. We had a nice natter for a short time. I think I was out of it when she arrived. According to the guessed-at wording on the notepad, I was not sure what I was doing in the wetroom when she arrived? I think!
Apparently, it took me two hours to get the ablutioning done. Getting trews and PPs on and off was harder than usual. (Not me talking, it’s on the pad) Haha!
Arrived, again, the memory and unreadable scrawl prevents any details.
Next on the written list: Blog Yest has done. Emminmer?, then Pinterested.
Carer Ty: Don’t think I enjoyed this visit. Tabs wrong… attitude?
Blogging, and wandering mind.
Carer Ty.
Tried to clean the kitchen. Has to stop. Although the mystery pains were getting less often, they always started when I bent down or rich (I assume that should have been stretch?)
Night bag farce.
Nosh. Feeling more with it now; no Ty coming again, bully. Oh, yes, he’s on the late check call, and in the morning… Humph!
04:20hrs: Trouble ‘t Mill again, straight away. was bleeding during the night. The inserted tube pulls whenever I move, stretch or bend, I imagine. The new ailments just keep coming! Didn’t bother me, of course.
Off to empty the catheter bag. The last day of the week is today for to call. He took the night bag off and routed the wee-wee to the day bag for me when he came. The man’s been a comfort, laugh and God-Send during the recent medical problems. When he arrived, Richard soon got the bags swapped and adjusted the strapping. We had a natter and laugh after he gave me the medications and pulled my leg a bit. Not literally, Hehe!
I got a phone call from the Nottingham City Hospital Urology Department. By good fortune, the lady spoke slowly after I said I was hard of hearing, and I just asked her to repeat the time and date of the appointment they’d made for me.
It’s for Friday, 6th January 2023. At 11:20hrs, and was very patient while I checked the calendar to check what time my Doctors appointment on the same day was. It was okay; the doctor was at 08:30hrs. Thanked her doer being patient with me. Of course, I went into panic-mode-Grade-three. Now I have to try to sort a lift out for both appointments… not too bad a situation with the timing, mind you. If I can get and lift, I can get the Doctor and book a pickup for an hour later, I don’t mind waiting if I get seen too early… Hahaha! the things I come out with!
Then go straight to the hospital; in time. I hope!
Then the trying to book with Easy-Link problems came to the fore.
Over the next three hours, I tried to get through to Meridian six times and Easy-Link five times. No luck!
Blogging
Arrived. Another Saviour! ♥
Emptying the Day Catheter bag. Getting through to and booking lifts not only for the 6th January, doctor’s and but the 9th February at the .
Checking & emptying the day bag. During which, if had not been there, I’d have taken a tumble backward onto the deck! She caught me in time. Thank You, Lisa!
Just spotted these two evening shots from yesterday’s evening view.
After 5 days of going Porcelain Throne usage-free – things started moving. Not-half!
❶ 13:50hrs: First visit. Messy, but not a lot of it.
❷ 16:00hrs: Gooey, sticky, light khaki. Stinking more.
❸ 17:05hrs: Four dollops of giant meatball shaped evacuated. Darker khaki.
❹ 1840hrs: A large selection of dark brown giant worms. ❺ 20:44hrs: Sloppy mess, very light-coloured, little smell, though.
Well, a right mixture there. I’m hoping that when the late call comes and the night catheter is fitted, I don’t get any more summoning to the .
Arrived. Got the medicines sorted. Little chin-wag shared.
At long last, a good stand-up wash and shave with my feet soaking in the bowl with Dettol.
Three cuts shaving, dropped razors, shaving cream, flannel, toothbrush, carbolic soap, nailbrush… and possibly a few other things. Knocked stuff off of the floor cabinet – twice! Nearly took a tumble again. And gave the wet room door a shoulder charge on leaving.
Found this morning’s car park photo; making a mess chronologically, aren’t I?
Arrived and made me a mug of tea; bless her ♥. Gave me the Peptac and washed the plastic pot for me. And she saved me from another tumble: I think I mentioned that earlier.
Got on with blogging. Then answered some WordPress comments.
Got a meal cooking, Cottage Pie and seasoned sliced mushroom.
Took this photo as I put the food into the oven.
Making a bas job timewise.
More photographs from this mid-morning.
Must go now and get the nosh served up.
Back in a bit.
I hope this is going to be fun...
Walking stick, evening wee-p[ouch to carry, a meal to make…
And then getting it back into the front room to eat…
Wish me luck.
I’m not too confident about this, not being an Accifauxpa-free exercise.
02:30hrs: Woke up for the umpteenth time, but not with , but the need for the And what a change in style this morning it was! I got seated on the throne and knew it would be advisable to get the crossword book out. Nothing was moving, yet the tummy told me there was a dollop needing to be evacuated. was in command of things, and he was not going to be rushed. I actually got a few clues answered as I waited for the action to begin. I thought it was comical when it did burst out… all of it in seconds, a blessed relief from the travel pains, followed by multiple plop-plopping sounds. And it was all over. No bleeding, no mess! I am not sure if the released product reminded me of hazelnuts or chocolate peanuts, but fell for the nuts cause they were harder. The WC needed only one flush to clear the contents away, and I felt rather good; I expected things to be more painful, messier and take much longer. No help or urging from me was needed at all. However, having been fooled before, .
Tackled then. Toothache Tiffany followed my breaking off another bit of a tooth.
Not such a good shaving session; back to the old habits of multiple nicks and cuts. About six, I think. The main reason is my own stupidity. After my first two nicks, I got out two new razors and dished the old ones – But No, I found out later I hadn’t! What I did was throw the new razors into the waste bin and carry on shaving using the duff old ones!
More Followed in the medicalisationing activities.
Made a bigger mess of missing the eyes with the drops than ever before! Had to conserve the Germoloid cream for. I forgot to get another tube when I went to the pharmacy on Tuesday. Yes, I swore at myself rancorously! I was so close to taking a Galpharm capsule in mistake for a Senna to help free ‘s grip on the rear-end workings. Just imagine if I had taken one… That could have been a right pickle and mess I’d put myself into again! A genuine bit of good luck that I realised in time!
But, of course, my smugness was short-lived. Putting the olive oil in, I somehow squeezed the rubber, and the oil flowed, I dropped the slippery bottle, and it landed with perfect precision: right on my left foot’s . It made me jump a smidgeon. Of course, I took it all in my stride, grinned and laughed off the agony.
I dropped the tube of Germolene due to an unexpected sudden and I dropped tube, and totally without thinking, I bent down to pick it up !
Oh, I’ve mentioned my new ailment yet, have I? I’ll introduce you to it then. Not easy giving it a name cause I’m not sure what it is yet.
Pains similar to , but around, the back of the rib cage. At first, I thought I must have banged something when I took the tumble on whatever day it was. But Carer whatshername could see no bruising.
Then I thought it might be something to do with bladder and urine infection coming back again.
Then I changed my mind cause I found the ribs hurting when I tried to lift my right arm; and if I tried to bend down at all. No idea if means anything, but had given many more bouts of the shakes this morning than she did all of last week?
Now, over the last eight hours, there have been times when there were no stabbing pains at all (unless I bent or raised my right arm), but the sharp stabbing pains always return and stay longer than the moments of relief.
I thought at first, well, it’s good luck that I have made (Carer TY did, actually), an appointment to see the Doctor. Then it dawned on me, it is 15 days away!
So, I’ve been at the analgesics more than I would have liked. But needs must. Is that the right saying? Needs must? Grammarly has not objected?
Right now, as I am typing my errors and mistakes on this blog, has just kicked of with her most violent attack of the day yet. But the stabbing pains in the ribs are now far less frequent? I’m confused… but that’s nothing new.
The last Accifauxpa of the , was only one of the regulars… No, having said that, I’ve done this for weeks, I don’t think? It was a bog-standard shoulder charge at the edge of the wet room door on leaving it. . And… please note this – there were no revenge shakings from . I’ve confused myself even more now?
It’s taken so long to get up to here on this blog – Blog time at 07:00hrs, but the real-time is now… sod it, the clocks stopped, battery kaput, methinks. I’ll get the spyglass and look at the computer clock… hang on… 15:18hrs, I just will not have time to put everything in detail now. Shorthand from here on folks, sorry me hearties!
Worked on updating and making mistakes on the Friday blog (4 hours). Got it posted. Pinterested. A massive amount of comments had come in on WordPress, so I replied to it. (One. Hehehe!) Emailed the link.
Carer Jamina arrived around 07:30hrs. A new gal to me. Lovely lady. Had a natter after giving me the medications. She checked the taps and stove on leaving, taking the waste bags to the chute for me. ♥
Went on WordPress Reader. But it wouldn’t give me access to some sites?
The Tap-tapping, bang-banging, drilling gentleman in the flat above kicked off again. Amazingly he was not too noisy this morning.
Pressed on, making error after mistake and hitting the wrong buttons and icons in my effort to get the Ode for the day done and Nottingham News graphics done. Harder work than ever now with the eyes so bad. I do love trying. Sorry for any errors that get through!.
Here are the early morning photographs from the kitchen. I nearly forgot them. Tsk!
Not too bad.
Had to keep going for wee-wees regularly throughout the day.
I don’t think I’ve taken so many in such a short time (six hours) before. Then again, thinking back, maybe I have; Hehe!
I just took my fourth trip to the Porcelain Throne.
I think Herbert must be going out today. Mayhap delivering some of the steam-powered toy trains to the kids at the school? All quiet now! 11:30hrs Carer Kara Arrived! I asked about the cleaner lady I’m paying for who had not called for three weeks. Kara looked at this week’s roster, and she’s on it… no, next week’s roster.
I pressed on, making cock-ups and mistakes on this blog for hours.
So tired now, with my getting up so early. Going to make something to eat, methinks some potato Rostis, tomatoes and rolls? Yes, with some BBQ sauce, of course. I might not be back until morning… then again, I may get up early again and make a start on updating this blog…
Or not.
Whoops, not done the Health Checks.
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Smug-Mode-Adopted – Yee-ha!
A photo of the half-eaten meal of the day is here on the right. Vegan bacon, tomatoes, Potato Rostis, Orange yoghourt, and two brown rolls.
With my usual BBQ sauce.
Despite the and that kicked off as I started digesting this feast of flavour, I still enjoyed it muchly. Flavour Rating: 8.8/10!
Washed the pots… but when I got in the kitchen to do them, I found that I’d left the darned hot water tap running… Again! Self-cursing began!
Zzz! Deep sweet sleep… heavenly… I think I was having a tête-à-tête with St. Peter at his gates at one point. Well, more of an argument, really; he wanted to send me back to life again. No Way! Not with the everyday agony of the ailments, struggling with hearing, seeing, and the Mental-Torture of Dementia Doreen – I wasn’t having that!And, she’s given me aboulomania!
I was woken up when the 21:15hr late check call arrived at 22:10hrs. I recall the gal apologising for being late but little else. My chronology clock was all topsy-turvy. I remembered the Toblerone for her cause it wasn’t in the treats box this morning, so I got something right. Locked the door as she departed. (I know this cause it was locked in the morning).
Got off back to sleep, but this time it was full of the usual repeated, regular pullulating jerking awake with the twitching right shoulder, and often knocking something off of the ottoman as the limbs flail! That’s not right, is it? I did tell the Doctor about this. The response I got was an odd down-the-nose look that said to me: “The man’s potty!” followed by, let me know if it gets worse. What’s she waiting for, the arm to drop off? Or, for me, to pass away through sleep deprivation? It’s a lot worse now with extra waking-ups from the unaccountable …
04:25hrs: Ann Gyna giving me some mild bother, but not as bad as she has been.
Got up and weeded; I had to use the Porcelain Throne, then got the computer on and did the Health Checks.
Well, just look at today’s results, will you… Fan-Flipping-Tastic!
Go on, have a close look. .
When I copied the Excel Health Log this time, I added a few more days, just to show off how well I did, if you know what I mean? Hehehe!
It had to happen! Mr Fries, the Smoke & Mirrors man. The money manipulator, the $26.4 million salaried, high-flying, number-crunching good looking the boss at LIBERTY-GLOBAL – who bought Virgin Media, Three and did deals with Vodafone… Al three doing barfly now, thanks to Fries not having the foggiest idea how to get a signal ot stay on – and doesn’t give a toss about his customers, just like a bank president, and still gets his phenomenal wage.
Even after telling all call-centre staff of Virgin to never speak the name Liberty-Global to any customers. There has to be an ulterior motive behind all this – Wall Street based, likely as not. Not sure if hate the crud-nut or admire him?
So, I turned off the computer and went to get the tended to. Things were going well, very well… too well. One minute I’m hunched over the sink, viewing my tremendously scary face as I shave.
I don’t really know how or why, but I took a tumble, landing on my knees and twisting my right wrist. “Now I’m in a pickle, I thought…”
From nowhere appeared at the door. I’m not sure of the chronology of these happenings; I was a bit shaken up. After several attempts to get me back on my feet in the wet room failed, we moved into the hallway, but nope, I just could not get my leg up.
I got on my hands and knees and crawled slowly, painfully, to the front room, and there with the assistance of Richard and the recliner, got back upright. I was in a mini-panic, but once back up, felt a lot better. Apart from feeling a right embarrassed fool!
Had to go; I’d taken up too much of his time. He made sure I was alright, and he had other customers waiting. Before he left, he fetched a towel to wipe of the shaving foam I got myself covered in and didn’t know it. And put the diabetic sock on for me. I just had the protection pants on! I did feel like a fool!
I’d gotten away with things pretty well, but that was only due to . Thanks, mate, Grrreat timing there!
I have to admit when the landlines went, and the nurse I had the appointment with called, she explained that the DVT nurse was not coming. She asked if I was attending. I explained that I’d just taken a tumble and was unsure… then I found a positive mode, and I said Yes, I’ll be coming. I’d just remembered the lift was coming in an hour or so. So, I agreed to go. She offered to rearrange it, but I was curious as to why I was going, not remembering with the help of .
I got things ready and did the checks. All done and off, getting to the lift, in it, going down… and remembered I’d not got the camera with me. I planned to walk back from Carrington into Sherwood and take some snaps along the route. So back up to the apartment (sounds posher, dunnit? Haha!), and I collected the Lumix camera, then back down to the block foyer.
These are the photos I took earlier that I forgot to put in the blog. Tsk!
The chair used after sorting me out from the tumble to issue the medications for me.
I used the Lumix in auto mode to take this shot as I walked into the kitchenette. Made me jump a smidge, didn’t realise the flash would work.
I tried not to look at the untidy state of the room – and did a decent job of it, too. Hehehe!
This may have been the first shot I took. I usually start with an outside view
I put the Lumix into night-scene mode.
Nothing like what it looked like to my eyes. But, considering I have Cataract Katie in both eyes, Glaucoma Gladys in the left, and Saccades-Sandra in the right, this shot may be more accurate? Har-har!.
Back to the trip to the Doctor. When I first glanced out to the view on offer from the lobby windows, there was the mini-bus already, bless him. So we set off with plenty of time to spare. Ten minutes later, he was dropping me off on Mansfield Road in Carrington, outside the surgery.
I entered, and I had great difficulty hearing the receptionist. We ended up having to do sign language… really! Both hearing aid batteries beeped dead at the same time. following the traditional pointed finger in the direction of the chair, I nodded and got down in one. Gonna be a long wait. So I got the thin crossword book out, put the reading glasses on, and had a bash at the clues. And was doing a great job; there seemed to be no stopping me.
The Doctor came to me, and I could not hear a single word she was saying. She wrote a note on the crossword book and returned to her room. I think it was written in Prescription language, couldn’t make out a word of it!
A nurse came to me, and I could just hear. Now to find out what the appointment was about. We went into the nurse’s room, and she asked about how I manage different things at the flat. Cooking, washing, cleaning etc. Went through my medical history, which took us a while. Hehe!
Ahw weighed me a took measurements. Then took my Blood-Pressure. This was just one point off of the figure I got this morning with my old Boot’s Sphygmomanometer, which told it it was still working okay! .
She asked if the falls team could be arranged to come and see me. I explained that they came after I’d had the stroke, and they gave me a three-pronged walking stick, Sock-Glide-Glenda and instructions on how to put my trousers on. I laughed as I told her that I’d never forgiven them for giving me . He gave a knowing look!
She wants to get me some more help, if possible, with washing and cooking? She diagnosed the writing on the crossword book for me. Apparently, the doctor has sent a prescription electronically for a box of Omeprazole or Lansoprazole for my Anne Gyna; I’ve to go and fetch it when I leave. I told her of my going four days without any medication, and the constant pain I was in prevented any sleep for four days and nights.
We parted with a smile, and I bade them farewell. I went out onto Mansfield Road, crossed over and made my way towards the Pharmacy.
As I was passing the Co-op food store, I got a vague idea that they may have a cash machine inside. So I ventured in and asked the manageress. Who sent an assistant with me to show me where it was. I was so glad the lad came with me, either to see my pin number or help; I’m not certain. But being as I had yet again forgot not the pin, but which way the card fitted in.
It would not let me take out what amount I wanted to, but I got enough to pay the window cleaner and buy some bread rolls.
Onward down to the Carrington Pharmacy. I waited while they made up the prescription, and a girl brought them to me. Then it was off to the Lidl store.
These are the things purchased at Lidl.
Well, most of them. Some were in the saucepan cooking when I took this photo much later on. Ahem! I departed, a carrier bag of food on the three-wheeler-trolley and a new determination to find something to mention about each photograph taken.
Most of the following comments were triggered by memories of times gone by. When I lived in Carrington. I started the long walk, passing a row of shops. Many closed down, and some were new businesses. I did observe that there were now two men’s barbers in the short row. Both barbers sat with mo customers reading a newspaper and looking mighty bored!
Crossing Watcombe Road.
Bit of record this place has, well, had. It held the record in 2002 for the most murders in Nottingham. I think it was eight. A taxi driver and four illegal immigrants were duped, and they reported the gang that got them over here from Lithuania and made them work for almost nothing in a drug operation. The families of murdered lads came over and killed two of the gang members. And a traffic warden. The one on the left, I’ve no idea why I took it.
Oh, yes, I remember now, vaguely, something to do with the shadows, methinks.
Top of the first hill, the dreaded escooters.
It seems that three of them had been nicked or were in use.
Last year, the Council had eleven of them stolen, yet, still, they pay a fortune to replace them with new ones?
I thought I’d try to put this one n larger.
About a quarter of the way down the hill, it shows the traffic and a multitude of traffic signs and directions.
These get knocked over, vandalised, driven into and even stolen last year… no, this year!
I was nearing the spot on the other side of the road, where I was walking back from the Doctor’s a few months ago, and went arse over-tit with the walker-guide as the front wheel got stuck in some broken concrete.
I noticed it had now been repaired, tarmacked, and the grate removed.
This is why I was walking on the opposite side of the road!
Bit of a ding-dong with the driver of this bus and a passenger.
Much bad language but no physical violence.
I’m glad to say.
Oh, much memory searching and happy times at the site building on the corner here. Flats now, but was the Sherwood Social Club for Working People. Or summat like that! Great beer, darts, dominoes, angling club, great beer, bar skittles, long alley skittles, great beer, Thursday League Football, Gals who didn’t find me odd, Parties galore, great beer!
I spotted blue lights in the distance as two police cars sped towards me. I’ll photograph them, I thought But they were moving very fast, and I couldn’t get the Lumix out in time. So I spun around and tried to get them as they sped off, but as you can see, I failed. Sob!One was a traffic car, the other an ARV vehicle. I did see the Sherwood Social Club building as was once again. Did I say the beer was great? In Sherwood proper now. As I passed a shop, I realised it used to be a J Marsden Grocery Shop. How I loved going in it. The smell of bacon permeated throughout. Sides and Spencers hung up on the high rails. No fridges during those days.
An even bigger escooter point in Sherwood. I went to the next Hood Street corner, and memories flooded back into my mind and loins. Maureen was her name. Started up the hill on my way to the top bus stop to catch a number 40 bus up Winchester Street and back to the flat. The car behind this white car here held me up for several minutes.
She wanted to turn right, and this was not an easy place to turn right from. Seeing the bus coming down the hill, I checked on the time on my second-hand shop-bought £4 wristwatch.
I realised I had only about six minutes to get up to the bus stop in time to catch the 40; the last thing I needed was to miss it and wait for another hour.
The lights were not in my favour. So I hobbled as rapidly as I could up to the pelican lights, and I got over the road. as I put my best speed on available, I realised this was an error. Anne Gyna soon let me know what she thought about my moving fast. And she had been at me ever since. 22:20hrs as I write this, and now she’s giving it to me with a vengeance.
I had to slow down and thought I’d be sure to miss the dangled bus. But no! It arrived late, boy, was I glad! I went up to the flats and dropped off the bus… actually I did very nearly drop off the bus with the walker. As I was dismounting, I had a mini , folks at the bus stop moved away from me; it made them nervous, I think. But all was well within a minute or so, and I went into the Winchester Court flats and through the passage where the Meridian offices are located. I rang the bell; and told the ladies that I was now back in residence at the flat.
Walked through to Woodthorpe Court, up in the lift, and into the flat… A wee-wee being the most urgent need!
I was tempted to take a Lansoprazole capsule, but I decided not to – wish I had now!
I got started on this blog. Two carers came up, and we had a mini-chat and were given Peptac. The noise began from flat above man. Can’t be sure if he was metal polishing or drilling, but it went on for ages and ages. Later came , we took the medications and had a mini-natter.
I continued with the blogging duties. Although I had been on it for about six hours now, I was getting ever slower, and making endless errors, now. Anne Gyna was now in destruct mode!
Turned up. I had to thank him again for his help this morning.He got the dosages sorted, and I told him about the visit to the nurse. He checked taps and cooker etc. He was very tired.
Did hours more on this blog, then could concentrate no more. 23:45hrs I made something to eat.
