All-over-the-placidness, lack of concentration, and mind wandering off more than staying with me were similar to yesterday. Rampant! I have lost the notepad with the reminders of the day’s events. There is much the sameness, I suppose. Thank heavens I got the above selection sorted early because I could not have done it in the state I was in later on. Things may or may not improve mentally or physically, but ‘It ain’t necessarily so!’ So, this will be short on detailed info, as the seizures and mind-blanks started later on. Sorry. – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – 04:00hrs: The brain stuttered awake… well, mostly. How I got the glow onto this snap, I don’t know!
Veering towards the Trotsky Terence level. The feet & tootsies looked better. The medicationalisationings followed. The shaving went well; there were only a few minor nicks. No bother.
Got in a tangle with the .
I went to the kitchen and enjoyed taking these snaps of these morning views. The last one turned involuntarily into a work of art, or I was interfered with . Hehe! Does it look like a radar photo of an airport and city?
I got the computer on and started updating and getting photos onto CorelDraw and WordPress.
Another oddly-hued photo?
Contrails in the beautiful sky.
Taking an automated wee-wee. Hahaha!
Clouds to the left. Clouds to the right (Of the kitchen window)
I got further muddled and had to make many amendments and corrections. Then, as if by magic, I found myself in the spare room, apparently searching for something. I didn’t find out what I was looking for, but I had a scout around in case I saw whatever it was, and it triggered the brain into action. It didn’t.
Later, when I went to investigate what to have for the daily meal, I had this wonderful view to photograph. This one is rather special. Gorgeous!
It could be Putin in heaven, I thought. But plenty of others to pick from. Hehe!
A lot of blanks today.
But I did get the nosh pepped, cooked & photographed.
I did a full Norton clean-up and virus scan of the computer. Apparently, 65 sites were tracking me at that time. The usual offer of downloading an app to keep them out is at another ridiculous cost.
I did a search for Raynaud’s Syndrome. Each site seemed very vague, and in my current state, I baffled myself even more by doing so.
Some of the Carers have got the ‘Lurgy’. At least one is off work with it. Two that I know of are struggling with the symptoms and taking as many medications as I am. Hehe! But battling on. Not looking good for them.
I started lots of things and finished none today.
I’m miles behind with the blog again. He says I’ll try to catch up by getting up early in the morning!
So, this will be a shorter, quick blog. That’s the plan, anyway…
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Reynaud’s on just one finger?
End car park with the crows taking a bath in the mudslide Drizzling still.
Back to the Throne.
Reynauds easing off on finger.
Midday, drizzling still falling.
I think this is the fullest it’s ever been?
Care Marie’s first call, she was suffering with the ‘Lurgy’. Carrying medications with her to take over her shift. Doing a heroic effort in coming in, I reckon. Gave her a cold drinkie from the fridge to ease her throat. Her lips are cracked, and a terrible sore throat. ♥ Carer Kimberly called next. Carer Marie again, and then Carer Christopher did the last two calls. Kara was off poorly, so no banking and paperwork assistance. Hope she’ll be alright, and Marie does not get any worse. ♥ I’d be lost without the Carers.
More frequent visits today? Hope I’m not getting the Lurgy as well.
Part eaten meal…
Blimus! Another visit!. Reynauds had turned into an almost illuminant purple colour now! Still, it’s not painful at all.
05:40hrs: I rose in a cheery, gay, happy mood. Possibly a Ahem! I could hardly believe the dark colour of the Catheter night pouch contents—I was in shock, really. I took another shot of it when emptying the night bag. Of course, at the time, I didn’t realise that much bigger shocks were awaiting me later on, today! Yes.
I took this picture of the early morning view from the kitchenette window.
At least it wasn’t foggy… yet! Only my brain was foggy. I was off to the wet room for a wash and visit to the. There was another change in styles: from two days of being in control, now was ruling things. Mega-smelly, almost watery, it squirted out more than flowed! It took me ages to get the place, and my body cleaned up! Tsk.
Since arriving in the wet room, I’d had three or four of the .
Seeing the state of the ankles, was no surprise. may need putting back on again, if things get any worse and the lesions burst open. Won’t please the Carers.
The Asda driver rang me on the mobile phone with a connection as normal, but it was so bad that he might as well have been talking to me in Outer Mongolian, for all I understood. I assumed he could not gain access and told him I’d come down to him straight away. Big Mistake!
I got and left the flat to find that both of the lifts were out-of-action! .
I looked down between the fire escape stairs… It looked and was daunting. 24 flights of stairs to get down. I automatically set off, with great difficulty and pains from , and . I really must have been mad, to think I could get down all that way and then back up again. However, thought I could. I couldn’t, of course. I managed to get down to the sixth floor and started going back up again. This was when I heard the noises below me. The heroic, saving-the-day driver was on his way up; I could hear him going up a flight of stairs with two of the three boxes, back down and getting the third, then repeating the exercise for each of the 24 flights of stairs. I continued climbing back up, and the driver caught me up; I was struggling so much to get back to my floor. The ankles had swollen and also was bleeding. The driver was pouring sweat, but he stayed calm and patient with me. As we got to the flat, arrived. Between them they got the food into bags and took them into the kitchen for me. It was a big order as well. I sent a thank-you note to Asda later in the day for the driver’s kind, beyond-the-call-of-duty actions. He deserves recognition. Did the medicationalisationings. I took this shot of the well-tired Asda driver leaving.
Then, an Iceland order arrived! Which I was certain I’d ordered for next Tuesday? I may need more help here! kindly put the bags in the hallway for me, ready for me to tackle later. Thanks, Shaquille!
Then, I set about sorting out the Asda Delivery. This is going to be a long job. There is much stuff to sort out and store away. I made a start…
The spring waters and cordials were put on the floor next to the Water Alarm Sounder thingamabob on the floor. Something else to trip over.
Shloer drinkies for treats and thankyous for the Caregivers and nurses who tend to me. Soda water and spring water for the daily Catheter filling routines. A bottle of Mushroom sauce and Tomato Ketchup with pickle. Lastly, sterilised milk.
Some reet-treats for myself in this photographicalisation on the left. Vici Surimi sticks Sweet & delicate). Jamaican Lamb patties. (Tasty!) Asda Crisp & Golden Potato Rostis (Not bad at all when done until burnt a bit). But nice!
Some favourites in this one! Brown sliced baguettes! Ready meals, Cumberland Pie, Minced beef hotpot. Texas beef chunks, an all-day breakfast, and a newly discovered gem. mini caramelised sausages!
Then I moved on to the Iceland delivery storage. Far less to work with. Curry & Barbeque baked beans, mushrooms, sugarless biscuits, batteries AA & AAA. Treats drinkie, and some ready-made coffees for the Carers who like them.
Made up and took the waste bags to the rubbish shoot in the 12th-floor main lobby. Noticing the lifts had been repaired as I passed by them en route. I managed to trap my hand, well finger, in the cast iron closure drawer without any effort or input. No cursing, swearing, or spitting, just an Argh!
Back in the detention cell. I mean the apartment, I avoided a calamity and with seconds to spare, got it emptied just in time! The colour was a lot healthier looking now than first thing. I got on with the blog finalisationings at long last. Worra, day! It’s well into PM now!
The mist had been around all day once it had fallen. Too busy to notice what time it fell. More like November weather, really.
Slurp, gobble!
Took ages to force out this time. Spent some time on the crossword puzzle.
Overnight, despite the horrendous day I’d had, left me alone. But… the woke me up each time when it struck. Higher up on the leg now. Wakes you up with a jerk, I can tell yers. I feel a little pain each time, but it soon eases off, within seconds. By then, they had done their job, mission, aim… to stop me sleeping! Either because 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. Or, my brain that is not communicating with that is dying off, or maybe it’s the cunning ? I’ve always had a sort of affinity with him, you know. I don’t think he likes not being liked by the souls he collects? It could be part of his plan to make living (for me) hell, then when he comes, I’ll welcome him. Just a thought. I’ve no quarrel with him at all. It’s smarty-pants Saint Peter I’d like a word with.
Let’s give Labour a chance to cock it up, first… – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – At least it was different this morning. Well, it wasn’t, but it would have been nice if it had been. Confusion Conrad Reigned supreme! I took several photos. I lost or misplaced them, they escaped into the ether, or I forgot to insert the SD card. I think I merrily took shots of the catheter bag, a scene shot or two, and the bruise coming up where I trapped my fingernail in the kitchen drawer, expecting to retrieve them later for the blog.
My body and brain march onwards towards the obliviousness of total incapability and insanity. (I’m in no rush, mind!).
The pouch urine was far too red for comfort again. I sorted the waste bags (the photos self-destructed).
Got the computer onNow this shot one was not on the AWOL list.
A shot to the right from the kitchen. A shot to the right from the kitchen.
I may have got these in the wrong order?
The wee-wee kept changing colour, and the pouch suddenly filled up a few times.
As best I recall, Carer Maryham, poorly, bless her. Carer Chris made the second call, Carer Joanne the second, and Carer Victor, the third and fourth visit. Not exactly any seizures today, but the straightforward mind-blanks paid me too many visits. After each one, I struggled to regain what I was doing before; and ended up starting two or three, often more, different things and none getting finished. But, as Tom Jones sang, “It’s Not Unusual”. Was it him or Englebert?
Carers Health Checks of late, returns A fit lot of folks!
A blue shade sky tonight.
Got the meal prepped, cooked, and served. I kept to the diet and didn’t have any bread as I’d been instructed. I had a brown baguette instead. Ahem! By gum, it was a good un! Gobble, slurp… gone! Hehe!
Took this view as I washed the pots.
I went back to watch some TV, fell asleep, and Carer Vic arrived. He medicated me and took my socks off for the night. Oh, dearie me… He put some cream on once again, coming up with ankle lesions on both ankles/legs. Not good, this, at all!
I did find them, but it took me a lot longer than 11 seconds… nearer 11 minutes. Haha!
The second half of the day is a mystery to me. I took a turn and stopped doing everything. I got down in the second-hand, c1966, £300 charity shop-bought, wincingly grotty, beige-coloured, not working, crumb-covered from the nocturnal nibblings, itch-making, uncomfortable, virus-breeding, easy-to-fall-out-of recliner, and just stayed there. The symptoms were a new occurrence for me. I was not dizzy exactly, but oh so vague. My thoughts didn’t seem to be my own. Apart from getting up to empty the tank a few times, I sat there for about eight hours or more, seemingly uninterested in getting up. I was so drained, but Sweet Morpheus was not attainable at all. I stayed there for two Carer visits. No meal, and no interest in eating. I left the TV on all the time, with the sound off. The odd dropping-offs were short… and at about 01:00hrs, as I got up to empty the pouch again, my balance was all over the place. I had a sense that I may not have checked the taps and cooker, so went to the kitchen, all fine, then the wet room… Things were fine there, too; as I turned to leave, a short had me walking into the doorframe yet again. Thus, setting off into action. This Accifauxpas seemed good to me. I became a little more compos-mentis of things, but that brought on the realisation that I had not even started on the blog yet. Tomorrow, the Diabetes Phone Call and Assessment are due in the morning. Will I ever get this blog done? Back came the fretting and worrying about just about anything that had been absent during the seizure, and I almost welcomed the concerns and worries back home like a lost puppy! Hehe! A short time later, I took a photo of the morning view and got the ablutions tended to. A shave, sh…, teggies, and shower. I’ll have to rush this one. Sorry for missing stuff and for mistakes that are bound to slip through. It’s been a busy day all the same, so there’s a lot to recall when I upload the pictures. I’m hoping they will prompt Memory Michael., but… Hehe! Some scribble is still readable on the notepad for the earlier part of the day.
06:10hrs: I sprang back to life, full of vim and vigour, bounded out of the recliner and did twenty press-ups, 40 Toe-Touches and 5 minutes shadow boxing… . Back to the truth… 06:10:hrs: As I moved, I could feel Little Inchy’s Fungal Lesion bleeding. I noticed that the urine in the pouch was very dark… I emptied the wee into the jug I use for the day bag, and it looked far too red for my liking. The District Nurses have not visited me for a couple of months now, and I will do my best to remember to ring them later and tell them about the catheter not being removed for so long. Oh, and the electric-like pains in the ankle. Although I’m certain, this is caused by saying I’m sure of something maybe stretching the actuality of things.
Another foggy morning.
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Foggier now.
Asda order arrived Five items are out of stock. I still have some of my favourites. . These burgers are so nice tasting. The best-tasting baguettes I’ve ever had! Back on the computer.
Carer Shaquille arrived. Did his things, and we had a laugh along the way.
Carer Kara arrived later on. She sorted out some emails for me and showed me how to reject further emails from whoever. It was so easy as well, but with my eyesight, I missed the option at the bottom of the emails in question; it was in light green and or pink. Be lost without her. ♥
The doctor’s surgery rang on the landline, with the NHS Anticoagulation, Deep Vein Thrombosis, and Warfarin test results and dosages.
The Seizure Struck. Well dark when I came out of it.
Beautiful late afternoon clouds. With a brown hue, very pretty!
The brown was turning to blue an hour later. Wonderful variations!
. Took these over five minutes, capturing the sun on its way down over the horizon. And turning red. It made me think of Putin!
Put the TV on.
Does this take you back? Heartbeat is my favourite TV programme.
Good Morning! Photo kindly taken by Carer Maryham after she helped me wash & shave and get dressed. ♥
Dark wee-wee, bloodied pee!
A red-hued morning view. Tsk!
Computer on, and reduced some things on the order for the week after next from J. Sainsbury.
Made up the bed. Well, flung a quilt over it.
Today’s fodder order arrived.
Not a lot this time.
Took these shots. .
These came out okay.
Computed for a couple of hours. Then, I made a brew to dunk some of my sugarless biscuits. .
Taste Rating: 3/10.
Took two shots of the kitchen window view.
Then arrived. At this stage, I was doing well mentally… no, that’s a fib! I was not doing too badly in the concentration stakes. We had a little natter after she’d medicated me and checked the taps and cooker.
After departed, things took a long lasting turn for the worse. The started. I was using the small blue plastic
picker-upperer, and as I leant down to retrieve the dropped hearing aid, I injured the picker-upperer. Bent it rather acutely… it’s not working. Now… I may have said an assortment of naughty words. So, I was frustrated and self-critical as the landline burst to life. The Physiotherapist made sure I was aware of his arrival. Haha!
The gentleman arrived minutes later. But with my having just broken the picker-upperer, my mind was all over the place. What I can recall, is he tested both & s abilities, by my lifting the legs as far as I could without too much pain. Won that competition easily. He asked if the walker was better now that he’d mended the ‘wiggle’ on the right handlebar, and I thanked him, as it was a lot easier to use now. Many questions were answered, hopefully correctly, by me. But details of them have now gone into the ether. I recall losing what I spoke of a few times and feeling foolish. The man was understanding about this. I think my using the bed was referred to. He said he’s had a word with my doctor about the cartilage. Maybe it’s more pain relief. Almost sure. Ah, I did tell him of getting more frequent now I’m using the bed. But I sense that an awful lot more was discussed.
Variety is the spice of life. Hahaha!
I found on the reminder notepad that I’d scribbled what I thought was Rachael. No idea why?
Eventually, at long last, I started updating Sunday’s blog and got it posted very late in the day. I was now getting exhausted & weary. And just had to give up the blog working. I may get up early in the morning and try to start early on it… or not.
I got the stew and potatoes cooking and put the TV on… Oh dearie! I was baffled by this message that came up!
The remote control, was not affecting anything I tried to get to the later button to click on it. Then I dug out the Bush TV remote, which the engineer who fitted it up told me I would not use, and he said to throw it away; it was not needed. I tried to see if that would work to get to the set-up button, but that wasn’t doing anything either. So now, paying three times as much as before for the TV & phone service, which I didn’t want anyway but got conned into taking, and having to buy a Smart TV to use the service… I’m left without any TV at all! I don’t know if the message was from or the Bush television people? I need help here; if anyone can and knows what I can do, please chip in. I’ll ask a Carer if they can phone for me. It said a reset will be needed, that scares me; I could lose my internet service? Depressed again now!
Got the fodder served up, but I was not in a good mood to enjoy it. But still ate it ravenously. .
Took two-night shots from the kitchen window. Well, I’d not TV to watch. I spent £400, and £88 a month, and may end up with no landline, or computer supply… I’ve virtually lost the TV anyway. Grrr! The first artistic one. Haha! The second one.
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I’m fuming, frustrated, frumpy, fed-up, frightened, frazzled, and flagitated. Fighting a ferocious fiend, fragmenting my brain & body, without any help, physiatrics or therapy! Did I write that?
Just as bad were my Moon photo takings…Wobble and a double moon. Another bad un… Nearly missed it altogether… Aha, Gorrit!
Later shot from the kitchen.
tended to me. Got diabetic socks on my feet and Phorpain Gel, which medicated me.
Blogging for an hour or so and ordering food for next Monday. 06:30>07:20hrs.
Gotten Himmel! That suddenly filled up!
Carried them into the kitchen No potatoes! But hot dog rolls and baguettes last a week if I use the freezer. Drink treats for the nurses & carers. There are low-cal sausages and some franks in there, too. Wholemeal cob hot dogs? Milk and Carers treats The fridge was filled. The freezer is full, too!
Even darker wee-wee now.
Carer Chris saw how long and so low down the new Catheter day pouch was. He tried to shorten the thick, wide tubing, but it was glued on, so there was no go. We both think this was a female bag. I’m in great pain as I now have to bend down as low as my ankle to get to the release valve for emptying, which is not suitable. I’ll ask Kara if she can see if these are ladies’ bags tomorrow. Massive tubing! The release valve is far too low down.
Lovely view.
Late night shot. Not too bad for me.
Made hot dogs and had them with tomatoes and mushrooms with a splash of low-calorie tomato sauce in each sliced roll. The chips are processed out of a packet cold, which the Nurse tells me are low in carbs and calories, and I’m allowed to eat.
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – Sorry this is short, but I was so busy making mistakes and correcting things. Losing things and going off track, getting involved in many activities and tasks simultaneously. I forgot what and where I was with earlier self-made missions. They all sort of merged and melted away until something reminded me. Then, I’d tackle the unfinished job and lose what I was doing at that time again. Tomorrow, I will start the three times daily (But only once for the first three days) 15-minute exercises again. Like I had after the stroke. But I’m doing them at home this time. I’m told to leave the bending and lifting ones off but double up on the joint ones, so I get 15 minutes’ worth done each time. I can decide when I find the leaflet, but I remember most of them pretty well – I recall the different pains each open left me in. Hahaha! Might get some stickers for the touch pads they had at the centre. Oh, I am brave, & a fibber!
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – I only got three of them in 25 minutes! Of course, I can blame my being, , , and . The bits of skin constantly fall from my forehead onto the lenses of my nine-year-old spectacles. I’m still doing daily searches to find the new glasses in the flat somewhere!
I was born with nothing… And have most of it left! Of luck, good fortune, I’m bereft, Surviving was my only skill or craft, And being willing and able to graft, I bet St Peter will have a laugh! Hehehe!
A tinge of brown in the first-morning snap of the view from the kitchenette?
Thus, I evacuated the splashy sludge.
The brown clouds had lessened. A hazy-looking moon got through.
I did the waste bags and then made up the day’s spring water bottles.
Getting lighter now. Frost was on the ground, but that soon cleared up, especially on the bottom field, decorated with footfall-made paths.
Despite my guzzling away at the water, the flow from bladder to pouch was far less today.
Late afternoon.
I had a search for Meals-on-Wheels, as it was known on the web. Totally confused. As I am with the instructions over the Diabetic Course Email. I sent a reply on Friday explaining that I did not know which of the options to choose. No indication of where they would be held, and I have to sign up in a few days or not get on the waiting list. I’ll ask Carer Kara if she can contact them for me. Miguel… no Manuel… well, one or the other to clarify the situation, location and when. If I remember.
Bye-bye, sunshot.
Veg soup, nosh. Had just two thin rounds of bread, and some potatoes were in with the beans. Sad, innit? Hehe!
I did… but not in the time allotted. – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
Late Carer Came. Socks were not taken off, and no nocturnal pouch was attached to the catheter. It’s my fault; I forgot to ask for it to be done.
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Today, I got yet another food order to arrive! That is six in eight days, and I can remember ordering two of them… albeit for the wrong day and week. Joy? Carer Kara is back from holiday! Nurse Hristina is coming in the morning. Joy? The mind blanks/seizures seemed far less today! Joy? I got the PPs on in five massively less painful minutes today.
However, I lost yet again… this time it was four hours before I found it again. Missed the sunset and annoyed myself. Nothing new there!
I was so weary, in the afternoon, I took a kip 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, ten years ago from the charity shop, recliner, waking an hour later when Carer Chris arrived to wake me, and after he’s gone, so had . I really thought it had gone this time, finding it… I’ll tell you where later…
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I stirred reluctantly in mock life.
Removed the nocturnal catheter bag.
Wash and shave. The legs & feet were looking okay. The bloodless parts of the toes were seemingly getting larger in the area? The make on the right foot is actually, I think, a mark on the camera lens. But I tried to clean it off the other day without any success? It does not show up in dark areas, so I cunningly took the top photo upside down. Clever, eh? Or not. A second attempt at evacuating from the rear end, and Trotsky had regained control. Last visit!
All done ablutionally and medicatingly, I tackled getting the Depend PPs on. I am not kidding; I reckon the whole operation took me about 5 minutes from start to finish! With some miracle, the pains from knees Arthur Itis and the two Cartilages were not too bad!
I made up some bottles of spring water (flavoured with cordials) for the day’s intake.
Sorted the waste bags.
I was gobsmacked to see that the Catheter Day Pouch had filled quickly. Oddly, the shade looked a little deeper as the day went on.
I started on the blog, photo, and CorelDraw work.
Joy? The landline rang . My beloved Hristina of the DVT Warfarin Anticoagulation Team advised me that she would call on Wednesday to take the blood for the INR test. And very welcome she will be! ♥
After Carer Kara ♥ had called and got the diabetic socks on for me, dosed me up, and she’d checked the catheter date and condition and departed Sob! I was hit with fatigue. I made a microwave hot dog and some chips. I got back down on the aged, grotty-looking c1966 made, charity-shop-bought, horribly beige-coloured, £300, Harold’s Haemorrhoid-testing, non-operational, acne-giving, virus-breeding, rickety, easy-to-fall-out-of recliner. Ate the snack, put the TV on, and fell asleep at as the first set of adverts came on. Zzz! I was woken up by Carer Chris arriving, medicating me, and shooting off… damage done; I could not get back to sleep. So, I rose, washed the pots, and got back on with the much-belated blogging.
Then, an ASDA (Walmart) order arrived.
Not the foggiest recall of ordering it. Humph! At least it was a small one. Baguettes, beans & bacon soup, Soda water, a can of minced beef, kitchen towels, and Worcestershire Sauce flavoured chip sticks. And… Hot dogs, potatoes, rissoles & Lamb Patti!
The day pouch was choker-full again!
And even darker now.
Noticed the sunset and wanted to take photos of it… but my search for the Kodak proved futile. I must have been looking for an hour non-stop.
I finished the blog for Monday and posted it. Then I made a start on this one… Carer Chris made his last call of the day. I was always in a rush on this one; I was his last call before he got home for a few days’ rest. Gave him some treats as he left.
Then made another search for the camera… I eventually discovered that I must have knocked it off the recliner arm, and it’s fallen into the control pouch outside the chair. Angry at myself but so pleased that I found it, I went to take a very late shot of the night from the kitchen. Not a brilliant one, though.
After spending more time on this blog, it was not going well; I stood up and, crikey, the pouch dropped down! Full again! And look at the dark colour?
The infection may be returning? I hope not; I’ve got enough going on, thank you!
I got my head down again for an hour or so and then got up for another bash at this blog.
Got back in the recliner at about 04:00hrs.
Up again at 06:50hrs.
Today was going well. (A lie! I thought it was going well) But I lost five hours of it altogether. I sat there on the computer chair. I smelt something burning; obviously, a cooking flavour lingered from the kitchen. I’d even taken photos of preparing the meal, but at that time, I had no recollections. I salvaged the burnt food, added it to a can of beans with chunky veg sauce, and turned off the heat. This is being written after this action. I must speak with the quack on Wednesday… please that I remember to!
05:45hrs: The colour of the contents of the nocturnal pouch was worryingly dark again.
Another thing that bothered me was the state of the legs when the Carer removed the diabetic socks to change them and put on the ankle & leg strappings.
Messy!
Morning view of the blue hue sky.
The one permitted mug of tea was brewed.
Got around to updating yesterday’s blog.
I had to empty the fast-flowing day pouch. It seemed to be getting darker again? Oh, heck!
The Mammoth Mind Blank took place.
A carer must have called cause she or he signed the book. Something else to fret over. Yet, I wasn’t getting down about these things. Strangely?
Unbelievable!
Somehow, the urine looked to have got a lot lighter?
When I emptied the day pouch… Hey Presto! It poured out a deep, deep brown! How come?
I do remember taking this shot above. The clouds looked like foam packaging.
I set about correcting the mistakes I’d made earlier in this blog. Took me ages. I found some snaps of me preparing the food that I cannot honestly say I remember doing… or can I, now? This is bonkers! Apparently, the meat is going into the oven.
I took this shot down from the kitchen window.
Ten minutes after taking the first one… The darkness was falling…
arrived and was good enough to hear me moaning about things for a minute or two.
Time to get the meal heated and then eaten up!
I put the meat into the saucepan and oven tray to soak in the bowl, and I got the quiz result on here.
Vegetable stew with gammon. Very nice!
Went to wash up, and the horizon deserved preserving photographically, I thought.
ALL THE BEST
Have a great day, you really ought, To avoid you becoming a worry-wort… May your anxieties add up to nought! May your demons be easy to thwart! With great joy to share & flaunt.
