Well, where do I start again?
New problems, Whoopsiedangleplops, Cock-ups or Accifauxpas every single day! And 90% of the current batch, has not been sorted or rectified yet! Int life good? I’ll not mention the Acci-Whoopsie yet, but I’ve just taken a photo of the resultant injuries, which I’ll display here further down. Cause knowing my luck, there will be more to follow yet… Hehehe!
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I stirred into imitation life again. And, me thinking it was early yet, for some reason I had it in my mind after looking at the wall clock… well, what used to be a wall clock, it fell off and I can’t reach to put it back on the wall, so it rests next to the Margaret Thatcher squeaky toy above the electric fire… that I cannot or dare not put on with the prices of electricity… Where was I? Oh, yes… night bag was removed from the Catheter contraption. Not a lot, but a decent colour. Naturally, the bending and pulling immediately inspired to offer forth her usual doses of pain-giving.
Thinking it was only about 05:00hrs, I decided to get the ablutions done, but no showering; the noise would disturb the neighbours. So a stand-up at the sink, the one with the cold water tap (Faucet) not working, would suffice this morning.
I soon discovered I’d now had neck pains from yesterday’s tumble.
I cleaned the few teeth I have left, and during doing this, it dawned on me that yesterday I could not find the toothbrush – it was straight in front of me on the cold-waterless sink!
A body wash ensued. But not the feet, I can’t get at them, so will put them in a bowl of soapy water later.
I started to shave… and the ? Hello, I thought, who’s this so early? It was Carer Richard’s voice I heard. I had to finish u;p early cause I didn’t want to keep him waiting; he’s going home after his long shift when I’m sorted. I ran the razors over the top of my head, retrieving them from the back neck area… THE BLOOD FLOWED… down onto my cheeks, face, into the earholes and then the protruding mould of my belly onto the floor!.
I wiped the cuts with some paper towels, fumbled about getting the PPs on, and finally, a dressing gown. I left the mess to sort out later, I’ve got to go back to do the medicationalisationing yet. Dolloped much Brut aftershave to stop the bleeding nicks.
I apologised to Richard for keeping him waiting; he was putting the first eye drops in seconds. Then did the medication during the five-minute wait, before giving me the second Optha eye drops. I did the three-minute finger poke in the eye near the nose, and off the tired-looking lad went. Thanked him. Back to the wet room. Olive oiled the ears, and Germolened the head; the bleeding had stopped. Germolened the grossly wobbly belly. Then I Phorpained the knees. Cleaned the blood up from the varying surfaces. Then took an extra single painkiller, as and the neck were both a little severe, pain-wise.
Then I went back into the wet room again, for my activities. A smidgeon concerned about how this would go, with my not passing anything yesterday
In two words… ‘GOOEY – MESSY!’ Oh, and with an orange tint to the torpedoes! Incidentally, Richard arrived at, I think it was 07:40hrs. So my chronolgicalness was well out of sync. again.
I made a brew of Glengettie tea with the regulation four little cookies. I think the taste buds are coming back online… not like Liberty-Global’s Virgin Media when I tried to open it...
Olibarchally inept Virgin Media owners, financial-gain at any cost merchants of money, Liberty-Global Struck again!
So, I went onto CorelDraw and Excel to make some graphs.
Got back on the net, and Carer Kara arrived. She did the deeds, had a laugh, and checked on the wounds on my head; bless her. ♥ She doctored the wounds on my head from the bloody shaving . Thanks Kara!
I got back to the internet… I don’t think that Liberty-Global’s horrible $26 million-a-year salaried Oligarch, Mr Fries, is even aware of how pathetic Virgin has become! I’ll put it another way; He’s obviously not bothered in the slightest! He’ll be blithely unconcerned about customers, or the incompetency of any of the dozens of other internet companies that Liberty-Global have either bought out or got a share it, part-ownership. If anyone does leave Virgin, and many would love to, myself included – but the only other options, SS, Vodaphone, ‘3’, BT, GiffGaff etc., to go to, are controlled or partly so by dodgy data analytics manipulators Liberty-Global! Jealous? Me? Yep! Hehehe!
Oberstgrüppenfuhreress, Warden and Primo Ballerina, Deana, and
Oberstürmbannfuhreress, Desk Top Dance Julie cameth in.
To tell me they had rung the NCH maintenance to inform them of my problems of having no water in the wet room tap, or water tank. They anticipate I may get a call from maintenance about a call date. Bless ’em both! ♥ The photo above is from some years ago, but they look just the same today!
Yet again!
Can you believe it?!
This typically says a lot, but never they do it, or the damage they inflict on old men… coffin waiters, in the UK, particularly in Sherwood, Nottingham, en route to the greedy, profit-at-any-cost, smoke & mirrors, oligarchical characters.
I caught my nut on the side of the kitchenette sink while washing the tea mug.
Knocked on the blood papules and paid the price. Had to use a lot of the Brut aftershave to stop it bleeding. I just laughed the incident off, as I always do…
This wonderful cloud formation soon gave way to misty high clouds – and you know what that tells you! Well, I hope you do and can tell me, please. Haha!
The mudslide was considerably less today.
Aha, The landline telephone ringeth and flashes. I’ll answer it then.
Twas ILC (Independent Living Coordinator), Oberstgrüppenfuhreress, Warden and Primo Ballerina Deana. To inform me that a Nottingham City Homes Maintenance plumber will be calling tomorrow… to look at problems with the WC. Yee-Haa!
The eyesight is getting worse again. It does that in the late afternoons, getting worse as the night arrives. I shall go forth and make summat to eat. I may, possibly, mayhap I’ll be back!
I’m back, tomorrow morning, well, afternoon. (It was a busy, busy morning). I took a photo of the end car park; the mudslide well reduced now, even though the rain was falling. I’m not sure if I intended to take this photograph, or if it was another accidental exposure. I’m known for my accidental exposures, you know. Hehehe!
I got the meal served up. Roasted mini potato chunks, tomatoes, pretend bacon, and the rather misleading – but then again, I am misled easier nowadays as I prepare for the man with the scythe. Damned expensive for what sparse bread it contained. But they were, after cooling, rather nice!In fact, the entire meal was for once. Yesterday when eating, I thought the taste buds were getting more responsive. Tonight, they were back to form. A delicious mini-feast. Taste rating: 8.6/10.
Late Carer Chris arrived, the moment I drifted off into slumberland. Thoughtfully left me in 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 recline, while he performed the two eye drops and medications for me. Night pouch was attached to .
Before he left, he saw me looking at the Sunsetting and cursing that I could not get up to take photos of it. He kindly grabbed the camera and took these shots for me and the blog. I thanked home,and off he went.
But could I get back to sleep? Nope! No thought storms, though; it was a cracking headache from the head wounds, and that was the reason. Humph!
I had got to keep until 03:30hrs and was deep in the land-of-Nod when chimed from the front door ringer. Rudely bringing me back to ersatz life again… I wasn’t keen on it, though, with the pains and aches from yesterday’s tumble making themselves felt before I’d opened my eyelids. As the lids opened, with a blurriness the same as yesterday’s, thanks to the ailments contained within both eyes. , no medications for her, then there was and . I spotted that the, erm… whatever it was that had erupted twixt my Man-Breasts and titanically flabby urine-filled stomach; was getting paler… dying off, methinks? As a perky Carer Chris was on his phone, I spotted that the leg ulcer, ... on the right leg was leaking just a smidge of fluid close to the foot. on the left, also spurting a drop or two out, and the cover was wet from earlier escapages of lymphatic fluids as well. . Carer Chris approach me with the bottle of eye spray and got them like a professional! Sorted the medications, then counted of the five minutes required before dealing out the slightly more uncomfortable vial, and in they went too. He checked the time on his mobile to count down the three minutes that I had to stick my index finger in the noses corner of the affected eye. I have to say, my vision is getting bad now. No doubt cause will be the new drops treatment. Got to be done, though. Carer Chris departed, and of course, after he’d gone, I realised I had not asked him to apply some Phorpain to help relieve , and the now kicking off with steadfast determination. Humph!
Still no need for the , and there were none yesterday either. A smidge worrying, that!
I got the computer on. I hardly need to tell you this, do I?
At least this time, it returned without me having to faffle about resetting the box this time.
I missed putting on this photograph I took when taking it off day pouch. Good colour! Five minutes later, the internet came back on, and I started to finish Tuesday’s Part Two blog…You know what’s coming, don’t you? Yes! I don’t know about ride… More chance of them sinking, I think. But I believe they are doing this on purpose, part of a financial master plan to boost the share of the oligarch’s top list? Part of their financial ambidextrousness & number manipulating profit schemes?
What a magnificent view this morning from the kitchenette window. Absolutely Gorgeous morning colours! Being something of an amateur weather forecaster… Well, my Dad used to say, ‘Red sky in the morning, shepherd’s warning. Red sky at night, shepherd’s delight!’ And, ‘I could be right, I could be wrong, but black clouds in white, there’ll be rain tonight! He also used to call me; A useless article. As much use as a fart in a cullender. God’s gift to stupidity. And “Are you sure your mine? I’m not!” All mild compared to Mother’s message to the midwife three minutes after I was born… “I don’t want it; throw it in the Trent!” But, years later, when the midwife told me this tale, and I went to inquire with Mother in case this was true, I couldn’t find her. She’s just been arrested for running illegal bookies in the front room. But it weighed on my mind, and after she got bailed and back home, I asked her. The reply? “Yes, I did, but I took to you a bit later!” How comforting life was as an ankle-snapper for me.
Oberstgrüppenfuhreress Warden and Primo Ballerina Deana came in, I’ve not seen her for months.
The Nottingham City Homes Monitoring the Alert Alarms that I used last night, had asked her to check on me, to see if I was okay. Which she did!
I told her of the tumble. And about my waiting for three months to get the water tap in the sink, and the Water tank going. Expressing the pain my back was in before the fall. was even worse now, with buckets of water to be carried from kitchen to W.C. every Throne visit for three months.
Then had another tumble while she was here. Tsk!
Deana said she’ll ring them to see if they can get any earlier.
I’ve not heard anything from her. So I assume they cannot. No text messages.
Carer Kara arrived as Deana was leaving.
She was in a rush but showed compassion. Did the eyes and checked the catheter for me after the fall.
I made a new, one of the two permitted-a-day mugs of tea. I brought the mug to the balcony and took this snap before having a go at and finishing Tuesday’s blog two. The data analytics manipulators, the specious, untrustworthy, money-juggling, dubious, substandard internet suppliers, and legal financial fiddling experts who have a share in or own 40% of all the UK’s companies, and pat their top dog, Mr Fries, over $26 million salary, with a guaranteed bonus and an open expense account, went down again. Tea & bikkies again, while the Liberty-Global Virgin Media excuse for an internet service was down. The capricious, profit-seeking, cruel, fallible, undependable, company who have just put up their charges again. Fancy that!
Carer Chris called again, eyes, medication, and the second eye drops. Several unbroken hours of blogging were enjoyed.
On Chris’s next call, he picked up some letters that had been posted. One, with increased doses of the Warfarin tablets. The second was from the Queens Medical Centre, the EENT department, with an appointment for me, regarding the cataract situation. Chris checked that I’d done the calendar entry rightly. I begged him to remind me the Thursday the week before, to phone the lift people to try and book a lift there and back. It’s on 21st July at 12:10 hours. It is for a Booked Refraction, whatever that is. I looked it up: Refractive cataract surgery starts in the same manner as standard cataract surgery. Your natural eye lens is removed. However, it is replaced with an advanced multi-focal lens that corrects your vision. Refractive cataract surgery can correct near and farsightedness as well as astigmatism. Of course, I knew that! .
Pareidolian’s Delight.
I think I found many figures and faces in every one of these four photographicalisations. They all amazed me. A camera, various faces, claws, jigsaw pieces, and a shield.
I did detect a few slightly darker patches of cloud in amongst the others; rain is on the way, mayhap? This one on the left, was almost like countries, islands on the sea? But, with the state of my eyes. May not actually be in there at all. Hehe! This wider shot is so interesting to any Pareidolian with half-decent eyesight.A poodle, amongst others. Grrreat!
An hour or later rain cameth. Short and sharp. I went on the balcony to take this shot through the window of the car park below. The roadway barely looked wet to me? From the end opened window, it was a different story. The mudslide puddle that came from Woodthorpe Grange Park, seemed much bigger than yesterday to me.
I made a start on this blog. I was getting tired now, and as usual, my eyesight and hearing both faded.
Going to make something to eat and get my head down… that’s the plan. The simplest of meals tonight. Baked beans & beetroot cubes, with a dollop of concentrated Borscht, some of the tasteless sliced bread rolls to dip in the Borscht. I enjoyed it, but not the cleaning up afterwards. After washing the well beetroot-stained bowl and spoon, the tray needed doing. Then by overly-large flabby stomach and legs, had to be de-beetrooted. Hehehe!
The Careress arrived, Carolynne, I think it was, not seen her for a while. Meds and eye drops were sorted. And I remembered for once to ask her to attach the catheter night pouch. All done without any problems.
I settled in search of sleep… and found it. Grrreat
I do believe the taste buds are rejuvenating at last. Not completely, but this nosh was okay tasting. Flavour-Rating: 6/10.
Back to computing:
As the slithery-sidestepping, hocus-pocus, mumbo-jumbo, Oligarchs at Virgin Media were continuing with their destruction of various internet companies, presumably, they will get one to work one day, and all the others will fail as well; all a part of ulterior motive I mentioned earlier; I stood up from the swivel chair, grabbed at , and I missed… Then in an instant a courtesy of performed, and simultaneously, the left water-filled leg lost all sense of feel, and I collapsed backwards. Missed the arm of the c1968, non-operational, tatty, scruffy, unkempt, uncomfortable, germ-breeding, Harold Haemorrhoid-Testing, sickenly beige-coloured recliner that I’d hoped would help me avoid a tumble but unfortunately, and , a cracker it was, too. My arm went down twixt recliner and the ottoman, () my body was supposed to turn right to get at the cushions to fall on – but no! saw to that. Due to the left leg giving way, I spun to my right, taking everything with me from the ottoman top, on my way down to fall flat on my back, landing with a thud, and banging my arm, chin, goolies and face en route… and in the immediately after landing – I could smell the laundry softener in the bag, as it burst open. I lay there twixt what I found to be: the torch, TV remote, four one-litre bottles of soda, two tonic water, and one of spring water… some even underneath me. A burst-open bag of cheesy curls, one pair of scissors and a written bill notification for £800 plus from the carers. Most painful!
How did I know what flotsam and jetsam there were? I’ll tell you because I had four hours of being unable to move, because of the pain from the hit cheek, teeth and head and agony coming from !Then, . As mobility slowly returned I had a look around while waiting for the ambulance
Now what do I do? Well, obviously, press the panic alarm button on my wrist – so I did! This did not work very well, due to the sender, me, being flat on the floor in great discomfort, and the machine with an upward facing speaker four feet higher than I was, and me partially deaf, I struggled to hear what the lady was saying. I tried to explain that I only need assistance to get up. But it seems she rang for an ambulance, and kindly stayed monitoring the line. Saying to shout out if had any problems. I was really tempted to tell her all of my ailments by name, mention Liberty-Global internet crap, the bank not sorting my money leakage, Nottingham City Homes keeping me waiting to have the non-filling W.C. water tank and the none-running cold water tap in the sink, for nearly four months now, and giving agony having to drag water in buckets to refill the tank every time I go for a dump. The high cost of food and electricity… I had plenty of time to recall them, as I lay there unable to move, purely due to the pain when I tried to.
After two hours, the kind lady checked me a few times; bless her; I think the lady said she was putting me through to another lady; she is ending her shift. I thanked her and welcomed the new lady. At long last, I could lift the swollen left leg up a bit and tried to turn over, in readiness to see if I could get into a position to try and get on my knees. But, it was still too painful. I worked out that when things eased, the best way to get to the picker-upperer so that I could maybe get the chair moved, so I can see the clock. In sheer frustration, I gritted my teeth again 3½hrs or so after taking the tumble. The bruised knee was bad, but other areas were less severe… a few arghs, and o’oerrs later, not to mention a fair bit of cursing, and lots of bravery and heroism (Hehe!), I’d got up on my knees. Hoping that the Catheter bag would not split… I tested the recliner arm for sufficient sturdiness, was used; one almighty effort later, I was back on my feet!
The left leg seemed to be back as it was before it collapsed on me. I had a similar happening when I had the stroke, but that was far worse. I hope I didn’t just have one again. I’m sure it wasn’t, cause within minutes of rising on feet to my magnificent full 5″2⅗’, most things rapidly eased. Not the back mind.
I informed the nice lady who was still monitoring me. She cancelled the ambulance for me. Thanking you!
I cleaned up the mess made and spilt. And got the computer on… . Liberty-Global are more persistent than Putin!
Tidied up the Catheter. Left leg fast filling up again – Oh, dearie me!
Carer Chris came after I’d finished everything. Eye drops and painkillers. No Phorpain or Peptac was offered. But that suited me. I took an extra naughty Codeine, cause the back is still cruelly hurtful!
Nipped into the kitchen to take this shot. I love these brown nights. I was going to get on with this blog, but…
Aching a bit now…
Found I’d started my
Cleaning that up, I found that poor things, also bleeding!
I woke up around 06:00hrs. And immediately went into a deep “Testing-Testing… what can get done today,’ mode! A discussion with Alto-Inchie ensued. Something like this, I think, it was a short one… :What can I do about finding out about the eye drops?
: Wot, yer on abarght now? Regarding the new drops, I felt sure the nurse said to take the old ones for two weeks, then take new ones… they got them delivered post-haste, but the instruction says nowt other than take them for two weeks… no, months! The Carer said they are to be taken at the same times as the old ones, on the same day… Clear as mud to me! So? Well, I can’t find out which to do… Yer? If I take them and shouldn’t be taking the Othma, they might have to be taken last before the next operation. Hmm! I’d better try the District Nurses’ place; they might know. I can’t get through to the EENT at the hospital. Well, go on then! Wots stopping yer? Well, it’s too early to get through, yet. I tried yesterday and could not hear a word the lady was saying; so I’ll have to beg the Carer to ring them for me. Sod-all yer can do then, Inchie. Gawd, yer is pathetic! I don’t deny it! I’ll come back when yer not in Whimp-Mode! TTFN.
I escaped the clutches of the c1966 charity shop bought, second-hand, wincingly grotty, beige coloured, not mechanically working, crumb-covered from the nocturnal nibblings, itch-making, uncomfortable, virus breeding, easy-to-fall-out-of, recliner… to remove the night pouch, with difficulty and a degree of confusion and concern; from the contraption. The flow had stopped flowing, and the day bag was a much deeper colour than the night bag. I was backing up, and not allowing me to pee involuntarily. As would be expected, but still a surprise to me. Emptied the night ppouch then the day bag, and what a difference in colour! Carer Chris later identified the two mixed together as a level four on the NHS chart. I think the tubing must have gotten trapped or twisted in the night. It looked okay this morning, and after a bit of jiggling and tube-squeezing, it flowed all right.
Took a snap of my ankles, but it turned out to be a terrible photographic effort. I swapped the night sunglasses for the 8-year-old day, cracked lens ones.
Off to the wet room, to urgently utilise the . Then get the full works done of the session tackled. With the aim of beating last week’s record-breaking 1hr-35 minutes time!I was determined to… I just don’t understand why? I should have known what was going to happen with me trying to rush things. .
❶ The first bloody session was the shaving! I think a new record had been cut – eight small knicks, distributed around the chin, cheek, neck and earholes. ❷ Cut gums and teeth bleeding tooth cleaning. ❸ No idea how I managed it, cause I was using nothing sharp, the somehow the back was bleeding after I’d Phorpained it?
❹ Both legs and ankles had specks of blood. But more amazing to me was the were all spouting water out?
❺ During the towelling on, I caught the tubing on , and this left Little Inchies .
However… carrying the water from the kitchen to the waited for 3 months for repair broken not filling itself WC Water Tank, went staggeringly well! But her pain-giving mode must have been set on delayed-action-mode, cause she was giving my agony later in the day.
To really depress me, the session took me 2hrs-10mins by the time I came out of the wet room. Sorry that I looked at the clock now!
Carer Chris arrived, too early for me to ask him to ring the District Nurse HQ to ask for advice on the ear-drop situation. He issued the Maxitrol drops and the morning medications, saying he’d try later on his next call, Bless him. He took the waste bags with him when I remembered to ask him for once, I wish I’d not remembered to ask now.
Another hard job, getting the slippers back on. Took another picture. In doing so, I spotted that the flexible tube that holds the connector to the night bag, was not there? I imagine it must have been in the waste bag now, that Chris had taken with him. So, it will be either a new day bag that will need fitting, or knicking a flexible tube from a new bag; and putting that on this bag.
I finally made a start on the completion of the Thursday blog. But not for long. About ten minutes later, the Oligarchs Liberty-Global Virgin Media went down. Most aggravating! It came back on of its own accord in toughly eight minutes. Stayed on for twenty minutes, and off again! I diverted to creating some things in CorelDraw. Half an hour, the smoke & mirrors money manipulator, Liberty-Global, came back online.
Carer Chris returned. Tablets, Phorpained the back for me, and Peptac was given. The lad then rang the District Nurse to ask about the eye-drop staking dates. He was told we have to ring the doctor, which he did for me. Who told him that the Ophtha drops were only for pain relief when and as needed. Oh yes, thought I?
The lad left, and me asking him if he can try to call the EENT department at the QMC, who gave me the eardrops last visit. Chris said he would try, but maybe they would have closed by then. We can only try again!
Legerdemain, illusionist, and Hocus-Pocus experts who own Virgin Media, Liberty-Global, struck again with another failure of their pretend service going down yet again. This time I had to lose work again. Everything off, including the ensorcellment-ensuring Virgin Media box, and reset it. Eventually, it came back on. Well done, Mr £26 million salaried Liberty-Globals Fries. Jealous? Me? No! .
Will I ever have another good, problem-free day? .
Well, well, as Victor Meldrew on the TV said: “I Don’t Believe it!“ But, of course, I do believe it. The regularity of the illusionist’s failure at Liberty Global; their failure…and I believe intended failure to correct any problems, and cunningly now inviting me via email, to move to another supplier… I kid you not. Here is it:
Hence confirming my prediction of last week! Other suppliers? They have shares in or own at least 12 other internet companies in Europe and the UK. This is the ulterior motive proved! If we give as lousy service as we can, treat the idiot customers like shit. Overcharge them, ensure there are multiple signal losses every single day, and confuse the hell out of them with our double-talk, financial-escamotage, illusionism and not give a toss… What comes next, Oligarchs?
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Carer Chris called again. And he called the EENT as I requested him to – Gobsmacking, he got through to a human voice within a minute! I could not hear, of course: but he said that after the call; (So much for the Doctor)
UPDATED INSTRUCTIONS FOR EYE DROPS PROCEDURE
The two-month issue of the two eyedrops was to be taken together with a minimum time between as indicated. The old Maxitrol is to continue with four applications a day for two months. As before, over the same period… The new Ophtha will be three times a day for two months. The Ophtha is not to be taken until 5 minutes after using the Maxitrol. Also, after application, the patient is to gently use his index finger, to gently massage the eye from the corner nearest the nose for a minimum of three minutes. With both drops, you should wipe away any spillages from the eye that goes onto the skin.
Well, we did ask for the instructions! And we got them. Haha!
I’m getting fed up with this crap! , UTTER CRAP. but they know it!
The late Carer was DM. A lovely gal. Got a grasp of the new procedure eventually. It’s so complicated. No Ophtha on the last call. We spent a while working out the procedure needed. I explained about the day bag not getting much urine, and my stomach was even bigger than usual. Thus, I forgot to ask for the night bag to be attached. Then again, if no urine is getting through?
Got some food made because Liberty Global have done in my resistance to their dirty deeds! I’ll get some food and catch up here in the morning! (00:10hrs)
MORNING HAS BROKEN LAST NIGHT’S SKY PHOTOGRAPHS. Faces, animals in the clouds. Bootiful!
NOSH-TIME
The most looked forward to meal of the year. Flavour-Rating: 6.5/10. Not as good as I had hoped, but still!
Night Pouch Attaching: I faffed about and got the night bag onto ; the urine began to flow, but very slowly indeed. Then even though I was guzzling the soda water, it stopped suddenly. I was pleased in the morning that more had got through, but the tube and day bag was chocker-blockers with urine waiting for transit? Haha!
Not the worst of days, by a long chalk, Although the stubbed made me squark, Stuttering Stephanie, it was hard to talk, I couldn’t get out for a walk… Food delivery, but no borscht! Had sausage late, vegan, not pork, Got nothing done, and a cold I caught… More groceries I very nearly bought… Carer Kara stopped me; she’s a good sort, As is Carer Richard, I have to report… He returned my laundry; nothing short!
05:25hrs: The awakening: As I waited for the brain to kick-start, I fumbled about painfully; bending does me no good nowadays, attempting to get the night pouch off of . It took a while. Then it was off to the . Why I can’t understand but the water tank, after the ultra-messy evacuation, did nothing when ~I pressed the handle. It was empty? So, I used the buckets of water I’d left handy, filled it, and flushed it. Then I had to fetch buckets of water to refill it, and then even more in readiness for the next visit. was not happy about this. I must remember to thank Nottingham City Homes maintenance for the 15 weeks of agony I’ve waited for it to be repaired and the physical agony I’ve gone through. Oh, and of course, oligarch Fries and Liberty-Global Virgin Media for the mental agony it serves up every single day with outages. I’m fed up with recording them, but I assure you today I’ve had 14 of them, albeit short ones, but enough for me to lose work that could not be saved and have to repeat them. No wonder it is now 23:55hrs, and I am only just starting on this blog. I’d like to ask them if they can help me… Haha!
I made the one mug of tea now allowed, and a text message came in. It was from Asda, and my delivery is on its way; We’ve had to make changes… one day; if I live long enough, and the country doesn’t go bankrupt, or a revolution takes place, I hope to get a delivery with nothing missing from Asda. Or Iceland, or Morrisons even.
I washed the containers and refilled them with biscuits and marshmallows. Then realised I’d let the tea go cold. Not that I could have got it, cause the food arrived. As I was about to put the things away, the Carer arrived; it was Kara. She listened to me telling her about the new eye drops and, got the medications served up, attached a new day pouch onto . Then put the eye drops in for me. She was in a rush but took the waste bag with her, bless her. Oh, she told me the Doctor had called her, and I am to continue taking the Finasteride tablets. She looks after me, & keeps me informed. ♥ But she still won’t adopt me as a grandfather. Hehehe! I got on with storing the foodstuffs away. The chocolate biscuits with Galaxy chocolate on them were on offer again; they had gone up to £2.25 but were on sale at £1.59. This is half my first week’s wages when I started work in 1806, Hehe! 1960 it was, I think. Opened a can of peas, and had to take the welt growths off of the small potatoes, and put them in the slow cooker.This was 13hrs ago, and they are still in there. It’s Busy here! Domestic Denise arrived and moved some stuff into boxes into the spare room. Moped the wetroom, and then had a go at the kitchenette I sneaked a photo of her moping the floor, but it didn’t come out well now the sunshine was blasting in through the window.
I dished the cold mug of tea and made another one. Very nice too. I don’t know how I’ve been so resilient in resisting drinking more… Ah, I might! It could be the bladder problem and having to drink three litres as a minimum of water every day. I had a few biscuits dunked and eaten. By the belated time that I got onto the computer for the blog, within an hour oligarch Herr Fries, Liberty-Global Virgin Media had been down four times! A record even for them. Mr Fries strikes again!
The urine began to flow proliferously. The fullest that this bag has ever been, and the best, healthiest-bladder rating too on the NHS grading card! Well pleased with this! The landline flashed and came to life. It was the EENT department from the Queens Medical Centre. The lady explained that the agreed decision taken yesterday to post the new eye drops to me had been cancelled. The Doctor thought the need to use them urgently, and they are sending them by NHS transport to the flat. That’s kind! They should be delivered tomorrow morning sometime. I thanked her, and as I stood to put the handset down, I gave myself the aforementioned . Getting down to stop the bleeding from the nail, three of my loveable ailments kicked off, , , and . Then when I started sneezing and wheezing, the darned ankle ulcers and legs started jetting water out! For a few moments, the right ankle ulcer was bleeding, but that turned to water. To say how much blood then, water escaped. They both stopped and dried up within a couple of minutes. What the heck was that for and about?
I did think the right ulcer was going to set off again half an hour later. I grabbed a tissue, and just this drop of liquid came out and no more? Such are the mysteries of Woodthorpe Court, with the ghosts, wraiths, spectres, cacodaemons, apparitions, and other grotesqueries that haunt the hallways and lobbies, searching for Inchie to curse with bad luck, create ambiguities, abstrucities, perplexities, misfortunes and botherations, to scare, worry and confuse me! problems, . also. Nicolas Neurotransmitters, , and are ever-present too. There are others, of course! etc.
Took this shot from the kitchenette window when the evening Carer called. Medications and eye drops were issued. Had a little chin-wag of sorts. I forgot to mention the night bag. Blow me, 10 minutes later Carer Richard arrived. He’s bought the laundry up for me as well. He offered to put the night pouch on, IK thanked him but said that I’d put it on. As I am likely to be on the computer until the early hours of the morning, computering catching up on the blog that keeps going down, and the meal had been waiting for hours and hours will need serving up. Cooking while carrying a bag of urine on a long tube can be dangerous, I’ll see to it. Then I got back on the ever-going down internet.
At long last I go around to get myself a meal at around 02:40hrs. . LIBERTY GLOBAL OLIGARCH’S NET HAS GONE DOWN AGAIN – GRUMPH! CAN NOT TURN ANYTHING OFF BECAUSE IT HASN’T BEEN SAVED YET. Grrr! I took this photo As I was getting the meal ready. Gone 02:49 hours now!
Nipped back to find that was back online, and caught up as far as the item above. Saved things, then turned it all off.
Then back to serve up the nosh. And very nice it was too! Flavour rating; 8.6/10.
The first job after removing g the night punch from the , was the need of the . Off to the wet room… handled the lugging of the water from the kitchen sink to the wet room well today.
A mystery photo. As some pictures disappear into the ether from the SD Card, some get taken either by Alto-Ego, or me accidentally. Hehe! Part of the kitchen, I think?
Computing; Got the early photos loaded and went on CorelDraw to titivate the not-so-good ones… But…
Back on, and I finished the current photo editing, and I started to get them on file. This was about ten minutes after Liberty-Global Virgin Media’s first failure…
Bashed away and got the Friday blog done, over the next hour or thereabouts; Then... AGAIN!
Carer Chris arrived. Eye drops and medicationing are seen too. No need for the Phorpain this time… Was being a good gal!
Did the . Started the Ode for today …
Farcical! Maddening!
An hour later…
Fed up to the back teeth. And I’ve got one of them left in there!.
Carer Chris returned. Meds and Eye drops. Sneaked this photo on him, and asked him (with a grin on my face) if he was on a gambling site, sex line or Alcoholics Anonymous members site. He smiled back, and he said; “Yea!” Hahaha! That made me larf!
I gave up on the computer and got some rather earlier than normal nosh cooked and served up, and served up. With some air-fried potatoes as a side. Flavour Rating: 705/10.. Saw that off swiftly!
Washed the pots. Wiped around the kitchenette.
Feeling the lack of sleep now, I decided to try and catch up on some, because. So, the Computer turned off, and I got down in 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, to try to get some shut-eye, because…
Went down again. Wonder if Fries feels bad about this?
As if the gentleman (Slip of the tongue), was or is the slightest bit interested in my, or any other unfortunate customer of…
Could he give a toss?
No! The Wheeler-Dealer, number crunching, figure-bending, brilliant Smoke & Mirrors manipulator is far too busy for anything such as namby-pamby customer satisfaction. He’s far too busy on stock markets, NYSE, SSE, BSE, HKEX, TSE, JSE, ADX, MOEX, & other stock exchanges, Credit Unions, Middle-Men-Money-Manipulators, & investing his $26 million salary with bonuses in shares for the best growth, I imagine? Of course, a small element of jealousy is involved!
Got the TV on. Thinking it might, as it usually does, helps me fall asleep when the commercials come on. It didn’t. An old car programme came on. And they were selling an old Ford Zepher, two-tone in cream and a maroonish red Memory prompting. My mate at the time and I bought one between us, and we both loved it. But, it didn’t work out well, due to the increase (due to the availability of the car for lifts), in females showing an interest in us both. We fell out over whose turn it was to use it, and he had the money to buy my half of the car, and I never saw him again.
Carer Chris came for the last call. Painkillers, eye drops, and attached the night pouch onto the. We both forgot about the Phorpain Gel for .
I got back on the computer to do some work on this blog. Ha!
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Gave up again, I’ll try to get up early in the morning to get this finished off. Took the above picture of the sun on its way down. And got into the second-hand, £300, charity shop bought, crumb-retaining, microorganism-microbe producing, gungy, moth-eaten, beige-coloured, non-working, bacillus encouraging, incommodious, Haemorrhoid Harold testing, c1968 recliner. Despite my tiredness, I just could not nod off! Took another sky shot later on… Then I had another go at getting to sleep.
One heck of a dream! I’ll relate it in the morning – notes made ready to use. Back to sleep…
A Day with a Difference Well, several! The usual confusion and misunderstandings were rife – as expected. But today, there was an almost carefree attitude… a feeling of whatever I do, it ain’t gonna go right, so why bother? So, for an hour or so, I didn’t have that cloud of clumsiness and depression lingering over me. Naturally, as is almost guaranteed, (it is, of course), Mr Fries’s mob at Liberty-Global Virgin Media, assured me of spitting blood, and hatred-urging, loathing and cursing at their incapabilities to get internet service to me. When I got home from the bank, I rushed and got back onto the blog catching up. Four hours later (now), I have just got it back on again, after SIX sickening service severances, that cost me time, as with no Liberty-Global Virgin signal, I could not save any of the work I’d done and had to do it all again.
Malignance, dislike, execration, and revulsion flowed from my brain, and loins, for the Liberty-Global, and its smoke & mirrors, money-manipulating, camouflaged-dealings, mere façade, ulterior-motivated $24m salaried Mr Fries. And a spot or two of jealousy, of course. I wish him no harm, heart attack, being assassinated, poisoned, ran over with a steam roller, or electrocuted (preferably in an electric chair), nor any undeserving ill-will. He’s got the Liberty-Global oligarchs financially contaminated with Vodafone, Three, BT & EE as well. Plus, Dutch, German and French internet companies. Hence my mentioning an ulterior motive that must be in his plans? The only benefit for me is when the end of the world comes, forecast for November 3rd this year, he will be sick to death at the thought of his billions being unable to go with him to heaven. (Or possibly Hell) Where I, will not be sorry at all after the misery, pain and money Liberty-Global have cost me. I hope to see him at St Peters’s gate – I will larf! Just a few random thoughts on the subject!
06:00hrs: Woke, Struggled, but took the night pouch off of tackle. The colour of the urine was very pleasing and light, within the NHS colour charts ‘Healthy Wee’ scale chart! The mind engaged early today. And I sat there pondering on the timing of the appointment at the bank, had I arranged a lift? Worked out the timing, passed some wind and acknowledged that the was needed… but not urgently, so considered the things I needed to take with me to the bank. Then realised I needed a good scrub-up and shave, freshening and certain delicate areas were in need of some medicationalisationing. So, I escaped the confines of the c1966. charity shop bought, second-hand, wincingly grotty, beige coloured, not working, crumb-covered from the nocturnal nibblings, grotty-looking, rickety, itch-making, uncomfortable, virus-breeding, acne-giving, Harold’s Haemorrhoid-testing, non-operational, easy-to-fall-out-of, recliner, and whistling merrily , waltzed off to get the tended to. Other than a few extra nicks shaving, and, I’m afraid, , things went very well, with the ablutioning! But not so, with the struggle on the . was in charge for the third day. Firmly, solidly and damned painfully! I spent an awfully long time trying to urge things along but ended up just sitting there awaiting things to start off… The two evenly sized bloodied torpedoes, when they did nudge their way out, double-plonked into the WC, and I felt the splashes hit my bottom. Huh! I’d just cleaned that as well! Hehehe! So I cleaned things up again and then feared the trek into the kitchen to get four buckets of water to use, as Nottingham City Homes maintenance does not consider it an emergency, and will not arrive to mend it until 7th July, 3 months after it was first reported. Yet, fetching and carrying the water to the W.C. tank didn’t seem to upset anywhere near as usual. Naturally, I expect to pay for this in some other way later. And I did! The IV bruise on the back of the right hand had faded a lot. Drying my back with the towel I hit that hand against the sink, I hardly felt it at all.
I got the PPs & trousers on without much hassle. Carer Kara came. And kindly spent a minute or two checking that I’d got things in hand for the bank visit. Bless her!
After she departed, I got the paperwork, and notes written for me in the bag in the 3-wheeled-walker. I was hoping that Carer Chris would arrive at the flat to help me with the shoes, but he didn’t show. I assume he’ll meet me in the lobby. Pleased to see I still had a good stock of soda water and spring water. I’m drinking a minimum of 3 bottles a day now. Gathered the things, ready in the trolley in the hallway, then checked on the stove and taps to make sure I’d turned them all off – which I had. Another .
Got down in the lobby to await Carer Chris and The EasyLink lift. The EasyLink lift was due at 14:00hrs. Chris arrived at 14:05hrs, and the lift at 14:15hrs. I could not close the velcro on the shoes, and they were uncomfortable, not to mention a little dangerous for tripping; so I asked Chris to do them up for me straight away. Which he did.
We mounted the EasyLink bus. Two other people on board to be dropped of en route, no problem, we had plenty of time. Although I got a smidge, I’ll say uncomfortable in the area. I enjoyed the trip, actually, despite the pain from a now angry . My how the City Centre has changed since my last outing there. Amazing how quickly new flats have been built for the students. I wonder if they get plumbers that take 12 weeks and are in agony? Hahaha!
We arrived at the bank, but it didn’t look like a bank. No cashiers at all? The few staff I saw all looked mega-depressed to me. The meeting was weird to me. I think that my having a mini while in the room, convinced the banker that I was a wanker, and all following communications were between Carer Chris and the man. Couldn’t hear a word of what was being said. As far as I know, or understand; they are going to send me paper statements. I have to ask Carer Kara to go to or phone the bank? I hope Carer Chris got it all down. ‘s Performance left me a little unsteady, but I’ve had a lot worse. When we left we had a good while to wait for the lift home. So we went into the M&S food store, I was convinced they would have some Borscht on sale. But, no!
Back to Davies Road to the pick-up point. A long wait. During this, I took a photo of Carer Chris. A good-looking, tall, young lad. Makes you sick! Har-har!
He took the camera to take a comparison photo of both hands. As you can see, the IV-bruised right hand is markedly different to the left. It’s healed now; no pain.
He then took a photo of yours truly. I said; I don’t look 98 years old, do I?. He replied… ‘Oh Yes!’ Hahaha!.
It seemed an age before the lift arrived. But, it was sunny and warm. When it did arrive, we were soon on the way… Picking up two chaps en route, and dropping them off en route. Not sure what time we got back. I really must get around to buying some watch batteries ASAP!
Chris scuttled off back to his local duties, and I got back in the flat and hastily emptied pouch. Just in time, Phew!
Got on the computer to start this blog. (12 hours ago now) within minutes; A-Bloody-Gain! This lasted for around about fifteen minutes
Ten minutes after it had restarted. It went off yet again! I lost some of the photos I’d taken from the SD card, so, when it did start, about ten minutes later, the work had been saved. Once again, I had to repeat tasks I’d already done, which cost even more time! This time it seemed to be working a little slower, though. I was pressing on… after another ten minutes… Down it went! Along with my enthusiasm. My hatred of Liberty-Global, Fries, and Virgin Media, did not go down; it grew!
I had to do another close-down without being able to save the work done. All turned off, then unplugged Liberty-Globals router box, or whatever it’s called, unplug it, give it a few minutes, then, I replugged it, press the box reset button, and waited and prayed… In between cursing Liberty-Global, Fries and Virgin Media, I emptied pouch again…
Carer Chris arrived, I asked him to confirm the decisions that were made at the meeting. I’m not sure what he said; what’s going on here? Am I going bonkers?
Aha, a mistake, an error surely… no, it’s right; Liberty-Global Virgin Media was back online! I try to rush to get things done before it went down again. Five minutes later… Came back on its own this time.I’m worried about Liberty-Global’s boss, Fries. Coming back on, on its own? He may have a heart attack. Though I suspect he had nothing to do with the running of the business, how it runs, how bad it is, etc.
Yes, 20 minutes later, it was back to the normal shitty Liberty-Global Virgin rubbish again!I’m running out of expletives for this company and boss. It was back on again 18 minutes later. And stayed on for over two hours! Honestly!
Carer Chris did his last call, adding the night pouch to . I forgot to ask, and he forgot to put some of the Phorpain Gel on my rear end to counter the pain from ever-present I was getting so tired, weary and frustrated. But continued with this blog. I stopped to put some gel on my back; not easy; it probably causes as much pain as it relieves with my stretching to reach the affected area. I took this rather nice photograph of the evening scene. Amazing how it shows up with a brown hue. Cause to my eyes, it looked blue? But it’s still a lovely view. Well, fancy that! Still, I wouldn’t give up. . Uneducated. A smidge on the thick side physically as well as mentally. Ten minutes or so later, it returned… Note I do not say; Ten minutes or so later Liberty-Global Virgin Media and Fries got a signal to Nottingham… I said that wrong and lost the effect of my sarcasm there – I’m so tired. 04:30hrs now. Took this snap of the early morning view. Not a good one, but what can I do? I decided to get my head down, won’t be for long; the Carer will be shortly due! A superior effort this one was. Getting done to reach the wounded digit, wipe and cream, then gauze on it; was probably as painful as the initial toe stub was! Still, yer can’t win ’em all!
For sanity, another blow, How does Inchie do it, though? It’s a mystery, as you may know, Not bright; he’s a little slow! But, he’s such a nice fellow… And, he hit his hammertoe!
Then the bank sent this email. It confused the already confused Inchie, a bit.
05:30hrs: I’ve been up for one hell of a time. Got up at 06:00hrs… made the meal at 06:00 the next day… have I been up and angry with Liberty-Global’s failures for 2 hours then?
The meal was welcome. Taste Rating of 8.2/10, despite falling asleep eating it and making a mess all over the dressing gown, my chest and the chair…
What a long, lugubrious, almost hallucinatory day it’s been.
I was no sooner down in the £300, second-hand, most uncomfortable, decrepit, Haemorrhoid Harold-testing, creaking, sleep-deterring, nauseatingly beige-coloured, not-working, recliner, and I was off in a deep cataphora! But, it only lasted a couple of hours. I was more like a catnap! Thanks to…For the first time ever, Colin was affecting both hands and fingers! Naturally, I coped in my usual pain-bearing way. Being the calibre of man that I am. (Cough, cough!) Any wailing noises heard by my neighbours would likely have been in my sleep while having a nightmare.
Here is the drip tray with the night bag in it, catching the state of my water-leaking, one swollen, one not, legs. With Lymphorrhoea Leslie, Odious Odema Diana, and the ankle ulcer; leaking fluid and the odd tiny globules of blood. I could feel and see some more storage space they had made for themselves just under the ankles. It’s a game, innit? A slightly better measure in the bag, especially for five hours.
No immediate call for the yet, so I had a rare mug of tea and just three dunked bikkies for breakfast. Naturally, the tea was decaffeinated. Again, .
Well, I knew today may well break the time taken record again. I was right! You see, I’d been walking about the flat for ages without any socks or slippers on. That is because it’s such a hell of a painful arduous task getting them on. (Pity-Search-here?) I can’t see very well since starting the Opatha and Maxitrol eye drops. The soles looked almost black to me, so today, I’ll stand in a bowl of soapy water when I take the shower; I might put a tiny drop of bleach in it. The morning exercise time… yes, the – well, not exactly, the action bit is in agonisingly carrying buckets of water to refill the unmended W.C. water tank and not working cold tap. Still, it’s only been about three months since the problem was reported to Nottingham City Homes maintenance, and I’m in pain hauling the water every time I use the . But I don’t want to rush them… Let’s face it, what’s a little agonising, painkiller-needing bother from once or twice a day… Surely whoever reported it for me, must have told them about this problem? Int life good? Anyroad, today I wore the reading glasses just in case the torpedoes need a lot of prompting to escape my innards. Now I could at least have a go at the crossword puzzle while waiting. (More Pity-Searching Here?) But it caught me out today, and came out quickly; it was a deep orange colour and stunk to high heavens? And I only ate a pot noodle yesterday, and three bikkies this morning? Messy too, which cost me even more time to get cleaned up. What’s going on here? Tsk! The shaving went well, just two tiny cuts. The teeth cleaning was put on the back burner; until I find where I left the toothbrush? Got the bowl filled with water from the shower, added Dettol and washing-up liquid, and stood in the bowl, ready for a good scrub-up… As I reach up to get the shower thingamabob, my feet slipped on the bottom of the bowl… I knocked the bowl over as I lunch at the grab bar, holding onto it for dear life as I spun round and hit my bum on the tiles, but prevented a proper tumble. Apart from agony from the bum, , pouring blood, a bruised knee, giving me some, and the valve getting opened in the shuffle and merrily releasing pee all over, it wasn’t too bad. It took me ages to get the place, and me sorted out. I was a smidgeon shaken up but persevered with the showing, but at a reduced rate and with extra care. I dare not use the bowl again. So I thought, “Ah, I’ll use the loofah to reach the feet’s soles…” but that seems to have joined in the toothbrush in the AWOL list? Some days are not good… well. all of them for me! However, things may have been a lot worse if I’d missed or failed to hold on to the grab rail. I’m sure the soles of the feet were not cleaned properly. But did I care by then? No, not a lot! Finished the shower, got the reading glasses back on, and towelled off, then started the medicationings. I actually counted them today, but I forgot how many. More than on here me, methinks; ❶ Olive oiled the ear holes. ❷ Little Inchies Fungal Lesion creamed. ❸ Ointmentated the Catheter straps, and dried the pouch. ❹ Dried the , both and . ❺ Germolened . ❻ Phorpained as far as I could reach. ❼ TCP’d the Mystery chest-tummy, whatever they are. ❽ Then, the painful and impossible one! Daktacorting Little Inchies Fungal Lesion. Which is usually the trickiest of them all, pain-wise and tactically. Having the Catheter tube inserted, and refitted so often over the last… how long has it been? It must be three or four months by now; it has and is nigh-on impossible to get the cream where it is needed to stop the bleeding. Unfortunately, it is easy to get the medication onto one’s testicles. Arrgh!
ANOTHER CHALLENGE – GETTING DRESSED! The Second-Worst Dressing Job First Getting into the protection pants! The knees and water-filled legs do not want to raise enough for me to get the second leg in! I can’t use the picker-upperer, because it tears the fabric it pulled at. So I’ve worked out a sometimes successful trick. I get myself either back to the sink, or in the corner of the room, for best. But the legs do not want to bend enough, so I lean to the left and often get the foot in the lefthand side after getting the right one in. Then getting the pants up to the intended area is obstructed by . Many tears happen when I do this, and I have to start again, win, or lose at this stage, I can assure you starts kicking off! Thank heavens I only wear trousers when I have to go to the hospital, Dentist, EENT or any other medical calling. Cause they are so painful to wear. As for wearing socks, without help from a carer, it’s virtually out of the question. Not long ago, I had to use the dreaded Now as my faculties and body deteriorate, I can’t even manage to use her. , the Papules, , even can stop any chance of using the blood-causing Glenda anymore.
and pool together, to somehow make me forget to ask the Carer to help me get socks, shoes, or trousers on, on the day needed.
I got carried away there. Better put summat else other than tales my sufferings and woes, Hahaha!
Where was I? Who am I? Why am I? Oh, yes…
The feet and legs were always changing, leaking, then drying, growing,or shrinking… Hey-ho!
Well, what a record… 2hrs-25minutes to get the Throne & ablutions done!
Little Inchie off again, poor little mite!
. Nice morning
. Pondered over what to have to eat later… The result was nothing. I’m just not hungry. Meals over the last few days have been tasteless anyway. I did have some biscuits, though with my two cups of tea. . Nice!
Hristina, the wonderful haematology DVT Warfarin nurse, arrived to take some more blood. ♥
. A little uncertain as to why I took this one?
. Confusion today over the eye drops, but I had them all.
. The end car park now the short rain had stopped. You can see the mudslide from the cut-through on the right into the Woodthorpe Park area. And my neighbour’s balconies!
. I took another shot to the left of the balcony.
Then around 17:00hrs and over the next few minutes, I took several shots of the oh, so wonderful puffer clouds. . Pareidolian’s Delight! . Pareidolian’s Delight! . Pareidolian’s Delight! . Wow, Gorgeous! Took this again to get the sun
TOTAL MEMORY BLANK! Gawd knows what happened here. I seem to know that Carer Chris came twice more. Vaguely recall taking a tumble, well more a stumble. Then nothing for three hours or so. (I think)
Got on with this blog, until the fatigue came over me. This is unbelievable, cause apart from the wet room battle, I’ve had the easiest day for ages?
But I still fade as the day progresses.
Not hungry yet. The . I’ll finish this in the morning… All being well!
I had a tasteless Pot Noodle, I thought I’d better eat something, even if I can’t taste anything nowadays.
Carer Chris made the last call. Medications were given to me, and Maxitrol and Optha eye drops were inserted. Night Catheter-Pouch added to .
I woketh up, well pleased with the few hours kip I’d attained. Then noticed the legs. The left one was flaming bloated, massive, the right all skinny. And, water was spouting out of both leg ulcers and the papules on the left one. Tsk! When I moved in 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; to get to the night bag for detaching from .
The urine in the bag in the drip tray was a little too coloured, but it’s been worse lately, so no complaints.
I took another look a few minutes after sorting the bags out, and the water was still coming out of the ulcers and papules. Although more slowly than earlier.
Off to the . I didn’t get out of the room for over an hour. And that was to lug the water to refill the non-mended W.C. water tank. I had not had a shave or shower, so no cuts or nicks this morning. What delayed me this time, was the agony, of waiting for the action to start from the rear-end department!The regulation two torpedos took a long time to begin its journey. The eyes were not able to read the crossword book clues, which disappointed me a little. I couldn’t see the cobwebs or cracks on the ceiling to count! I imagine the new eye drops were the cause of this dilemma.
Cleared up the used pouch, wrapped and sealed and into the waste bag. Then I titivated the kitchenette a bit. Not a lot!
Got the computer on, downloaded the photos from this morning and last night and… went down on me. Well, well!
I made up some drink mixers while waiting for the Smoke & Mirrors: (someone who draws attention away from often embarrassing or unpleasant figures or issues) Oligarchs at Liberty-Global to get a signal to me.
When it was the Carer. I was Gobsmacked at the time. He’s not been informed of the changes. He said he’d inform whoever was coming next time; it was not midday, but 13:30hrs or thereabouts. To get back on schedule. to give the four-hour break. The gal arrived near midday. No problem with this at all. I just got a little confused. Which takes no effort at all nowadays. Hehehe! The Carer, who came second, was okay about things. She’d not been told either. And she returned later and did a great job with the drops before rushing off. Hope she wasn’t too messed about; bless and thanks to her. The 1800hrs call next, back in order again. I thought we (well, they) handled these issues with efficient aplomb, as well.
Finally, I got the Saturday blog posted to WordPress.
. Emptied the day bag. The papules (Lymphorrhagia Leslie) and both of the ulcers (Odius-Odema) were no longer leaking fluid, well, just the odd tiny bit bubbling out now and then.
. I got the cover on the computer swivel-chair rearranged.
Found this snap I took early this morning.
The White Toe End
The Hallway
Little & Large…
Bottom Car Park
Today’s Mystery Photo?
Cor-Blimey! What a mess the feet and legs are in! Odius-Odema and (build up bags on the feet) Lymphorrhagia Leslie are having a ball with me. Ulcers, papules, and the heels keep spewing out liquids in varying degrees. looked up the feet-fluid bags. It’s the great escape of the lymph from lymphatic vessels that have been injured. Of course, I knew that. Hehe!
I took a few snaps of the ever-darkening late afternoon. Rain on the way, methinks? The clouds still hold a beauty for me Pareidolian’s Delight
The first evening Carer arrived. Did a grand job on the eyes for me.
Back to the kitchen window as the rain started. Naturally, I took these through the window.
Good Heavens, Little & Large again.
I’m not really hungry, may just have a pot noodle and bread roll, methinks. I’ve lost my appetite and my taste buds these last few days, seem to be on strike? I had a pot of Sweet & Sour Noodles, with added sauce. And defrosted two bread rolls. Again… little taste came through. Glad I didn’t waste time, effort and money trying to make a ‘so-called’ favourite meal this time. Sad innit?
The last of the day caller, arrived, Richard. He got the night pouch attached. Maxitrol Eye Drops in did the medications during the five minutes break between drops applications, then did the Optha drops. Left me with my 3-minute finger in the eye near the nose process as instructed, and got off on his rounds. Richard said that the NHS was now using Gaviscon instead of Peptac. But, the flavour is even more vile than the Peptac was; that was a horrible taste. This new one is made with… and the thought makes me want to puke… ANISEED flavour! Ah!… I wonder if this almost poisonous-tasting medicine, combined with the new Optha eye drops, could be what’s causing my taste buds to revolt? Hehehe!
But, the eyes are worse than ever this morning. I’m assuming they will remain the same for the two months I’m on them? Then hopefully get the eye done that needs the cataract that was repaired removed, and lasering off. A stitch in the eye for the crack. Then start again with another cataract procedure. Then, if I live long enough, the left eye cataract to be done. Then, the Glaucoma (No idea what the treatment is for that, I’ll look it up later) in the left eye needs doing. I looked it up on the NHS site:
There are several different treatments for glaucoma, including eye drops, laser treatment and surgery. The best treatment for you will depend on your circumstances. Treatment can’t reverse any loss of vision that has already occurred, but it can help stop your vision from getting any worse, Well, that’s cheery news!
Sleep Glorious Sleep was attained within seconds of my head downing! I’m serious, I was off like a log! UNFORTUNATELY... I burst awake, in agony from my old foe, A pincer movement attack this time – both hands and fingers. Hours later, I managed to nod off, but it was not worth it; it was only an hour away from when I needed to get up; So I could spend the 2 hours ablutionalisationing. No doubt with a visit being activated as well.
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And it’s all mine…
So, no need for me to whine…
At last, a positive sign! Haha!
Body Checks The IV bruise looking a little better. The legs – a little fatter? Also, better feet and ankle ulcer! – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
Hard but still messy. After using the stored-ready water containers to refill the non-working W.C. water tank (Waited Ten weeks for a repair up to now, and not due until July 7th) Thus, I am sentenced to agony on every visit to the Porcelain Throne or WC. Has anyone told them? I was forced to take some decent painkillers in an effort to calm down my anger-ridden . It’s a cruel world!
I rang to see if I could get a lift to the bank on Wednesday; they told me to ring back in case there was a cancellation – but, no such luck. . It was still slightly The conversation was difficult, and , and , not to mention my troublesome . But the Lady was patient and made sure I’d got the right details, when I booked a trip with them for Tuesday 13th June; to the .
Carer Kara, ensured a lift to the bank with a taxi company for me and a Carer (Christopher?) for Thursday.
I tried to sort out the things I need to take to the EENT with me for the visit, but I was struggling. So, I’ll ask a carer to make a list for me.Shaquille?
Asda food arrived.
The fridge & freezer are full now!
And Iceland delivery arrived.Which, I could swear I made for next week. Another cock-up on my behalf! I must get a grip on these date mix-ups! Even more, food is crammed away now!
Started to prepare the meal of the day.
Got it served up with some added beetroot and the last of the bottle of Borscht, and some Zirnelial peas. Sob! The meal was one of my tastiest yet. A quarter of the way through it… and . No Carers were due? So I put down the delicious food, and off to the door to investigate. It was . She couldn’t get her remote control to change the sound on her kitchen TV. It really bothered her. So I went in to have a look, thinking that the remote might need new batteries. But no! Poor Josie could not see which buttons controlled the sound on the panel. It took a long while to explain, and she kept wanting it louder and then quieter. She could not grasp which buttons to use. Bless her. And with her bad sight, had difficulty in her seeing which ones to use, and kept pressing the ‘Mute’ button in mistake. I drew a map, if she can see it, of where the volume buttons were. Eventually, I got it how she wanted it and departed back to my cell… er… flat. And the cold meal on the tray. Hehehe! I still ate it without microwaving it to warm it. With a glow inside, cause it’s marvellous when for once, I can help someone else. I ate it all up with a wholemeal roll, and still enjoyed it!
Must have been tired, I can’t recall the evening caller; what happened or when I got to sleep? Nothing until waking up in the morning. Another strikes!
