It’s genuinely difficult to write this little overview, And wanted to write it in rhyme, too! I’m not going to start moaning… I’ll try not to… Naturally, I can’t promise you, My brain used to act as an autocue… Now, Wednesday, I’ve another brain scan due, Dementia Doreen has me as a detenue & détenu, It’s difficultest to maintain logic & virtue, There is no point now in taking any long view… It’s a battle to wash, dress, and take a poor! Whatever can I do? I try to stay witty and not feel blue… Price rises in rent, electricity, & food accrue, Bad enough, but now the mind does miscue, The eyes give me misty, mottled view… The catheter pain, pouch replacement is overdue… Without help, I can’t get on a sock or shoe! Taking too many tumbles. walk into doors too! Deafness worsening will continue…
But I’ll not give in, I promise you!
When I see St Peter and his gate crew…
There’s going to be a right hullabaloo!
———————————— Sorry not have much on today; time beat me again…
This is the punch, one hour after emptying it. Not a lot?
. Potatoes were put in the slow cooker and forgotten about again. I can use them on Monday?
Email from Manor Laboratories in the USA. The Time-Machine Professor Billum and HRH Lisa-Petal, are going to ring me again: Bless them! ♥ Being a logical Scientist, Billum asked which time would be bestest to make the call. I checked on next week’s calendar and sent a copy to the Manor. It was early Morning when I found this, hope I got it right.
Yikes! This ain’t good.
Not so good view photos tonight. Still, I’ve done worserer ones. Tsk!
The ‘In’s & Out’s of it’ continued today. I think I had many more than yesterday. Which resulted in dozens of mini-mind-blanks. As for recalling what I was doing… well?
Gotten Himmel! I think it looked worse than what it was. The light shining on the masculine, jealous-making to others, postmarked scarred, blotchy right leg makes the blood in the bag seem darker than it really is. No?. The pouch seemed ready to explode as well.
The vegetarian casserole went down well. I’d seasoned t with some Henderson’s sauce, sea salt, 7-Mediterranean vegetables sauce, and tomato passata with basil, and a vegetable Oxo cube. Oh, yes, and a sprinkling of some imitation soya-bacon crumbles. I gave this a Taste Rating of 7.4/10. Not bad at all.
Sweet Morpheus was not keen on helping me again, and I ended up putting the TV on, that usually guarantees me nodding off. Well, it did this time… But unfortunately, it took a couple of hours longer than usual
Total mayhem-problems with the . I’ll try to explain what they were chronologically. But with so much and farcical situations arising, I did little else all day. Trying to sort out getting the flow to the bag again… and even worse problems. As I hope you will read about; I need some good luck through the ether to me, so I can cope with them a little easier and not get frustrated so much. Not many memory notes on the pad. It all happened so persistently.
I woke feeling myself for the first time in months, peeing away merrily… I thought I was dreaming at first, but no!
The blood and urine mix was all over my clothes, body, and the £300 second-hand shop bought nine years ago, c1966, discomfiting, alarmingly beige-coloured, crumb-containing, TV remote hiding, not working recliner.
The flow was so vicious, that the Protection Pants were soaked, and legs, socks, feet and slippers were covered in blood. I got the night catheter off first; no point in cleaning up and making more mess straight away… Huh!
Aha! I’ve found some scribbled notes – hard to read, but I can use them for updating here and there. Seems I got up at 03:00hrs. And took off the night pouch and visited the , the first of several in the morning. The first three were practically normal evacuations; the next three were sticky, phooey and messy!
Sorted out the mess of the pouches and got new Protection Pants on. I just had a smashing phone call from the Lovely Lisa-Petal ♥ and Billum 👍 in the US of A! I fear I was a little not up to much when the call came in, and I had great difficulty in hearing everything that the Sweetheart said. Damn it, we lost the signal. But it was fantastic to get the call. Lisa & Billum are my Cyber-friends and are much loved.
The needed attention all the time.
Rising, things looked okay
Removing the night bag
One of the emptying sessions
Carer Richard arrived. The bag problems were all I had to show interest in. I was a smidge depressed – but got to the stage of Dracula Depression later. The constant changes in the bag’s performance riled me. Richard got the medications done and checked in the right leg bag.
Carer Sarah was the next visitor. Got the medications sorted. Then the great cock-up with the Catheter Bag!
I emptied the blood again…
But the flow from the catheter was not getting through to the bag
The blood still flowed from little Inchie. But, nowhere near as bad. Unfortunately, my trying to get the tube further into the Little Inchie, it irritated the Fungal Lesion. Added to my having to bend and stretched so much to clean things up, the Mystery Stabbing Pain in the Ribs returned.
A damned good job. I’ve got a good supply of Depends in stock.
The Catheter pouch suddenly filled up in fifth gear time!
Boy, it was full!
Emptying the bag was difficult, with all the blood clots.
Carer Kara arrived. I told her of my problems. She wanted to know if I wanted the night bag fitting or not. I farted about and dithered on whether to. As I saw it, with little blood and urine going into the day bag again, it should be okay; with my doing the blog until the early hours, it won’t matter about missing sleep. I’ve missed that much already. (Sarcasm Detected)
Going to get this posted off and get some sleep if I can.
I woke to the chirpy tones of from the door chime. Immediately engaged. I thought I’d overslept, and the Carer was trying to get in… The moment I pressed my right arm on the £300, bought eight years ago from the second-hand shop, Harold Haemorrhoid testing, repugnantly beige-coloured, crumb containing, virus-breeding, acne-giving, nibbles-hiding, rickety, itch-producing, none-working recliner’s arm… The shooting pains started from the mystery ailment again after a day of me thinking it was ebbing… These shooting or stabbing pains come when I use the right hand (Peripheral Neuropathy?) They said it would only get worse? I could not use the walking stick with the right hand; cause pressing down on it, raising the arm or bending. This much-delayed me getting my balance and to the door. Where I unlocked it and opened it to see no signs of anyone? Baffled & bemused, I went back to the recliner room, and by Jimminee, it was only 05:00hrs!
Walking without a stick, and carrying the night catheter pouch, decided to drain and remove the night bag. The bending to unfasten and drain it was another period of sharp pains in the chest… well, around the back they were now.
It’s going to be another pain-ridden day! Concentration going to go to pot, well, it had started. And with the balance being so bad; and the start of kicking off, my spirits sank.
I took the bucket and emptied it, rinsed and anticepticated it. and put the removed bag in three waste bags. All this I did in an automated fashion? Returned the bucket for use to empty the day catheter later.
I thought, being as I am up and aboutish, I’d better get the tended to. From getting into the wet room, I noted the time on the clock. By the time I’d got the stand-up wash with feet soaking in the bowl on the floor, shaved, washed, including the area that contained poor catheterised Little Inchie, hate rear end and associated danglers and crevices; then applied both Germoloids & Germolene. Olive oiled the ear holes. Got a tiny amount of the eye drops into the right eye… but possibly 80% of it on the nose, moustache, chin and stomach. I’m not mastering putting the eye drops in, am I?
The catheter had made the Fungal Lesion bleed every morning and night, so after giving Arthur Itis’s knee, I say knee, not knees, cause I couldn’t get to the right one due to the paraphernalia attached… I then tackled the lob of trying to readjust the tape holding things in place that had gotten twisted… It’s still twisted.
This daily morning performance took me two hours plus to get done. Any wonder I can’t get the blog done?
I split a pair of Depend pants on the plastic closure thingamabob, and I tried another pair. But had an as I pulled them wide to get over the tubing, and it sprang back… and started the Fungal lesion bleeding again… which I’d just spent agony and time stopping it bleeding, so had to start doing the Dakacorting again!
And as for getting dressed, that was extremely painful. As the falls team showed me a year or so ago, I opened the trousers, dripped them, stood in with one leg, and used the picker-upper to raise the trews. Then on to the right leg… Hehehe!
Talk about struggle and suffering! !
Arrived as I was starting the computer. Great to see him. The lads got a dry tickly cough that’s playing him up something rotten. Later I added a bottle of cough linctus to the Asda order for tomorrow)
Richard wrote things down for me to say to the Doctor on Friday.
After this, the pain got to me, I’m ashamed to say. And I started mind-wandering. Didn’t do anything on this blog; working on yesterday’s for ages, and started on this in the late afternoon.
I kept wandering off to do other things. Emptied the cataract… no, that’s not right… Catheter day-pouch four times up to now.
Around 16:00hrs, made a concerted effort to find some cartoons to use.
Got a few and doctored them in CorelDraw to use over the next three issues of this world-famous Inchie Today blog. Followed by a massive number of people from all over the world. And they are both good people.
A photo here that I forgot to put on earlier.
Hard to believe, I know; Me forgetting something. A man of my perceptiveness, classical education, brilliant mind and… Well, never mind.
This insult shirt was a Christmas Pressie from Sister Jane 2 years ago. Lovely and snuggly-warm it is.
Also got this picturesque under-the-circumstances shot of the morning view that I also, as well as again, forgot to put on the blog earlier. Amazingly, I’d forgotten to do the Health Checks again. So, I did them.
I then set about making a meal. Ben’s BBQ rice, a can of nearly out-of-date mechanically removed chicken 15%, beef 4%, and soya 54% hot dogs to go with the rice with added BBQ sauce. A pot of instant mash with added cheese. Flavour Rating for this one,
Went to get the pots washed and took these three shots over a period of about ten minutes of the just-gone sunsetting view from the kitchenette window.
Meridian’s last call of the day, a Health & Safety Check, Catheter changing, and Pentac medicine giving session, was performed by my friendly caring .
Pentac was given, and then the night bag was added to the day bag for me.
I’m still bothered by the hospital’s instructions for the Cystoscopy Procedure on Friday. I’ve to contact my Doctor, physician or nurse to find out when or if to stop the Warfarin prior to the operation. (As there will be a lot of bleeding).
I’ll ask Hristina n the morning if she can help me. Not hearing on the telephone or mishearing can be a problem for me.
04:25hrs: Ann Gyna giving me some mild bother, but not as bad as she has been.
Got up and weeded; I had to use the Porcelain Throne, then got the computer on and did the Health Checks.
Well, just look at today’s results, will you… Fan-Flipping-Tastic!
Go on, have a close look. .
When I copied the Excel Health Log this time, I added a few more days, just to show off how well I did, if you know what I mean? Hehehe!
It had to happen! Mr Fries, the Smoke & Mirrors man. The money manipulator, the $26.4 million salaried, high-flying, number-crunching good looking the boss at LIBERTY-GLOBAL – who bought Virgin Media, Three and did deals with Vodafone… Al three doing barfly now, thanks to Fries not having the foggiest idea how to get a signal ot stay on – and doesn’t give a toss about his customers, just like a bank president, and still gets his phenomenal wage.
Even after telling all call-centre staff of Virgin to never speak the name Liberty-Global to any customers. There has to be an ulterior motive behind all this – Wall Street based, likely as not. Not sure if hate the crud-nut or admire him?
So, I turned off the computer and went to get the tended to. Things were going well, very well… too well.
One minute I’m hunched over the sink, viewing my tremendously scary face as I shave.
I don’t really know how or why, but I took a tumble, landing on my knees and twisting my right wrist. “Now I’m in a pickle, I thought…”
From nowhere appeared at the door. I’m not sure of the chronology of these happenings; I was a bit shaken up. After several attempts to get me back on my feet in the wet room failed, we moved into the hallway, but nope, I just could not get my leg up.
I got on my hands and knees and crawled slowly, painfully, to the front room, and there with the assistance of Richard and the recliner, got back upright. I was in a mini-panic, but once back up, felt a lot better. Apart from feeling a right embarrassed fool!
Had to go; I’d taken up too much of his time. He made sure I was alright, and he had other customers waiting. Before he left, he fetched a towel to wipe of the shaving foam I got myself covered in and didn’t know it. And put the diabetic sock on for me. I just had the protection pants on! I did feel like a fool!
I’d gotten away with things pretty well, but that was only due to . Thanks, mate, Grrreat timing there!
I have to admit when the landlines went, and the nurse I had the appointment with called, she explained that the DVT nurse was not coming. She asked if I was attending. I explained that I’d just taken a tumble and was unsure… then I found a positive mode, and I said Yes, I’ll be coming. I’d just remembered the lift was coming in an hour or so. So, I agreed to go. She offered to rearrange it, but I was curious as to why I was going, not remembering with the help of .
I got things ready and did the checks. All done and off, getting to the lift, in it, going down… and remembered I’d not got the camera with me. I planned to walk back from Carrington into Sherwood and take some snaps along the route. So back up to the apartment (sounds posher, dunnit? Haha!), and I collected the Lumix camera, then back down to the block foyer.
These are the photos I took earlier that I forgot to put in the blog. Tsk!
The chair used after sorting me out from the tumble to issue the medications for me.
I used the Lumix in auto mode to take this shot as I walked into the kitchenette. Made me jump a smidge, didn’t realise the flash would work.
I tried not to look at the untidy state of the room – and did a decent job of it, too. Hehehe!
This may have been the first shot I took. I usually start with an outside view
I put the Lumix into night-scene mode.
Nothing like what it looked like to my eyes. But, considering I have Cataract Katie in both eyes, Glaucoma Gladys in the left, and Saccades-Sandra in the right, this shot may be more accurate? Har-har!.
Back to the trip to the Doctor. When I first glanced out to the view on offer from the lobby windows, there was the mini-bus already, bless him. So we set off with plenty of time to spare. Ten minutes later, he was dropping me off on Mansfield Road in Carrington, outside the surgery.
I entered, and I had great difficulty hearing the receptionist. We ended up having to do sign language… really! Both hearing aid batteries beeped dead at the same time. following the traditional pointed finger in the direction of the chair, I nodded and got down in one. Gonna be a long wait. So I got the thin crossword book out, put the reading glasses on, and had a bash at the clues. And was doing a great job; there seemed to be no stopping me.
The Doctor came to me, and I could not hear a single word she was saying. She wrote a note on the crossword book and returned to her room. I think it was written in Prescription language, couldn’t make out a word of it!
A nurse came to me, and I could just hear. Now to find out what the appointment was about. We went into the nurse’s room, and she asked about how I manage different things at the flat. Cooking, washing, cleaning etc. Went through my medical history, which took us a while. Hehe!
Ahw weighed me a took measurements. Then took my Blood-Pressure. This was just one point off of the figure I got this morning with my old Boot’s Sphygmomanometer, which told it it was still working okay! .
She asked if the falls team could be arranged to come and see me. I explained that they came after I’d had the stroke, and they gave me a three-pronged walking stick, Sock-Glide-Glenda and instructions on how to put my trousers on. I laughed as I told her that I’d never forgiven them for giving me . He gave a knowing look!
She wants to get me some more help, if possible, with washing and cooking? She diagnosed the writing on the crossword book for me. Apparently, the doctor has sent a prescription electronically for a box of Omeprazole or Lansoprazole for my Anne Gyna; I’ve to go and fetch it when I leave. I told her of my going four days without any medication, and the constant pain I was in prevented any sleep for four days and nights.
We parted with a smile, and I bade them farewell. I went out onto Mansfield Road, crossed over and made my way towards the Pharmacy.
As I was passing the Co-op food store, I got a vague idea that they may have a cash machine inside. So I ventured in and asked the manageress. Who sent an assistant with me to show me where it was. I was so glad the lad came with me, either to see my pin number or help; I’m not certain. But being as I had yet again forgot not the pin, but which way the card fitted in.
It would not let me take out what amount I wanted to, but I got enough to pay the window cleaner and buy some bread rolls.
Onward down to the Carrington Pharmacy. I waited while they made up the prescription, and a girl brought them to me. Then it was off to the Lidl store.
These are the things purchased at Lidl.
Well, most of them. Some were in the saucepan cooking when I took this photo much later on. Ahem!
I departed, a carrier bag of food on the three-wheeler-trolley and a new determination to find something to mention about each photograph taken.
Most of the following comments were triggered by memories of times gone by. When I lived in Carrington.
I started the long walk, passing a row of shops. Many closed down, and some were new businesses. I did observe that there were now two men’s barbers in the short row. Both barbers sat with mo customers reading a newspaper and looking mighty bored!
Crossing Watcombe Road.
Bit of record this place has, well, had. It held the record in 2002 for the most murders in Nottingham. I think it was eight. A taxi driver and four illegal immigrants were duped, and they reported the gang that got them over here from Lithuania and made them work for almost nothing in a drug operation. The families of murdered lads came over and killed two of the gang members. And a traffic warden. The one on the left, I’ve no idea why I took it.
Oh, yes, I remember now, vaguely, something to do with the shadows, methinks.
Top of the first hill, the dreaded escooters.
It seems that three of them had been nicked or were in use.
Last year, the Council had eleven of them stolen, yet, still, they pay a fortune to replace them with new ones?
I thought I’d try to put this one n larger.
About a quarter of the way down the hill, it shows the traffic and a multitude of traffic signs and directions.
These get knocked over, vandalised, driven into and even stolen last year… no, this year!
I was nearing the spot on the other side of the road, where I was walking back from the Doctor’s a few months ago, and went arse over-tit with the walker-guide as the front wheel got stuck in some broken concrete.
I noticed it had now been repaired, tarmacked, and the grate removed.
This is why I was walking on the opposite side of the road!
Bit of a ding-dong with the driver of this bus and a passenger.
Much bad language but no physical violence.
I’m glad to say.
Oh, much memory searching and happy times at the site building on the corner here. Flats now, but was the Sherwood Social Club for Working People. Or summat like that! Great beer, darts, dominoes, angling club, great beer, bar skittles, long alley skittles, great beer, Thursday League Football, Gals who didn’t find me odd, Parties galore, great beer!
I spotted blue lights in the distance as two police cars sped towards me. I’ll photograph them, I thought But they were moving very fast, and I couldn’t get the Lumix out in time. So I spun around and tried to get them as they sped off, but as you can see, I failed. Sob!One was a traffic car, the other an ARV vehicle. I did see the Sherwood Social Club building as was once again. Did I say the beer was great? In Sherwood proper now. As I passed a shop, I realised it used to be a J Marsden Grocery Shop. How I loved going in it. The smell of bacon permeated throughout. Sides and Spencers hung up on the high rails. No fridges during those days.
An even bigger escooter point in Sherwood. I went to the next Hood Street corner, and memories flooded back into my mind and loins. Maureen was her name. Started up the hill on my way to the top bus stop to catch a number 40 bus up Winchester Street and back to the flat. The car behind this white car here held me up for several minutes.
She wanted to turn right, and this was not an easy place to turn right from. Seeing the bus coming down the hill, I checked on the time on my second-hand shop-bought £4 wristwatch.
I realised I had only about six minutes to get up to the bus stop in time to catch the 40; the last thing I needed was to miss it and wait for another hour.
The lights were not in my favour. So I hobbled as rapidly as I could up to the pelican lights, and I got over the road. as I put my best speed on available, I realised this was an error. Anne Gyna soon let me know what she thought about my moving fast. And she had been at me ever since. 22:20hrs as I write this, and now she’s giving it to me with a vengeance.
I had to slow down and thought I’d be sure to miss the dangled bus. But no! It arrived late, boy, was I glad! I went up to the flats and dropped off the bus… actually I did very nearly drop off the bus with the walker. As I was dismounting, I had a mini , folks at the bus stop moved away from me; it made them nervous, I think. But all was well within a minute or so, and I went into the Winchester Court flats and through the passage where the Meridian offices are located. I rang the bell; and told the ladies that I was now back in residence at the flat.
Walked through to Woodthorpe Court, up in the lift, and into the flat… A wee-wee being the most urgent need!
I was tempted to take a Lansoprazole capsule, but I decided not to – wish I had now!
I got started on this blog. Two carers came up, and we had a mini-chat and were given Peptac. The noise began from flat above man. Can’t be sure if he was metal polishing or drilling, but it went on for ages and ages. Later came , we took the medications and had a mini-natter.
I continued with the blogging duties. Although I had been on it for about six hours now, I was getting ever slower, and making endless errors, now. Anne Gyna was now in destruct mode!
Turned up. I had to thank him again for his help this morning.He got the dosages sorted, and I told him about the visit to the nurse. He checked taps and cooker etc. He was very tired.
Did hours more on this blog, then could concentrate no more. 23:45hrs I made something to eat.
I imagine that the Famously Murderous Parole Board will be releasing both of these criminals… well, animals, at the earliest opportunity to kill again?
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03:30hrs: I stirred, with a degree of hesitation, a definite desire not to get up and face the world. A reluctance like never before. Indeed, I tried to get back to sleep – but the inevitable need for a wee-wee, followed by the almost thrice-hemerine Porcelain Throne visit, forced the removal of my elephantine body from the grasp of 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. And off to the wet room.
The evacuation started as usual of its own accord. But it stopped part the way through the process.
So I got the crossword book out. I’ve lost the one I was using but found this one when I was sorting a drawer out. Much more my cup of tea this one. It was published in 1969, and is great; Cause the questions about sport and actors and like, I can remember from so long ago, and I got a few answered. . In fact, I got into it and forgot I waiting for the evacuations to restart. Hehehe!
Had a quick wash and clean up.
Put the olive oil in the ear holes, and I sprayed some of the eye drops around the chin, moustache and mouth… I doubt if any actually made it into the eye and used up the last it. Two more need to be ordered. But what are the odds of me remembering? Not too good, methinks.
I got the spy-glass to check on the urine colour. Not too good today, rated as a six on the NHS chart.
Which reminded me to get the Health Checks done. But not before I made a brew of Glengettie to stir my mind and body. (Well, it sounded good?) Haha!
I put a potato in the crock pot as I was mashing the tea.
Added some liquid smoke, sea salt and vinegar to the water.
Made the tea and got the computer on the go.
I received a long email from Lis-Petal, and replied to it, trying to cover everything she mentioned. She really is such a caring Angel ♥.
Minutes after getting this done declared the arrival of my mate and . I turned to welcome him with a handshake. Before, I stood a very-poorly, shouldn’t be at work, lad! Well, man! His voice was croaky and weak; he was red-faced, coughing, and looked so weak. His actions and reactions were slower than usual, too.
Poor Richard, he just gets his Diabetes level down, and this, whatever it is, hits him. Much as I’ll miss him if he does go sick, I hope he’ll be alright and recovers soon. But he didn’t look good at all. He’ll struggle to get back t work, I think.
So unfair to him. A man who had helped me more than anyone goes sick. This is worrying for me. I walked to the door with him, tried to look and sound unworried for him, but don’t think I managed it.
Got a text from Asda. According to this, there are no changes or substitutions on today’s order? Never been known before – surely I misread it?
Got on with updating the Monday blog and posted it off. Took me a lot longer than it should have, and I made more mistakes to correct than ever before. And I’m sure many errors got through despite my hours spent adjusting things.
I need to get the Ablutions done, but there isn’t time now, as the delivery could arrive soon.
arrived. Gave me the Peptac. I checked the list of Christmas pressies given, but Sam was not on it. She is now.
HIGHLIGHT OF THE DAY so far. The Asda order arrived. It was a big one, and the deliveryman saw how I was struggling and took the food through to the kitchen for me in his baskets, cramming the food where he could find room to.
Nice gesture; he was off in no time.
Getting the stuff put away took me two hours – Honestly! The Christmas treat bottles for the Carers arrived, and I’d just given the last of the others to Sam. Got them in the cupboard under the computer, so the others can take a pick their choice.
The Microwave had almost been covered with food. Hehe!
Glad to say the Marmite Cashew nuts have arrived, and the personal treats for Christmas for myself, the tasty but naughty Lotus-Biscoff Biscuits, all come as well.
The only room on the sink side was used up as well.
BBQ beans. The 7-Vegetable roasted Mediterranean sauce. Passata with basil. Soft drinks for the Carers thank you’s. More BBQ sauce, Korean this time; I hope it’s not too hot?
And from the one box, BBQ sauce, more veg sauce, orange cordial, and the BBQ Beans Micro Grain that I enjoyed so much last week. The Winiary Przyprawa seasoning that I’m trying for the first time. I couldn’t read the contents even with the spyglass – so I looked it up on the web.
It seems it is an alternative to Soya sauce, vegan & vegetarian. An alternative to Maggi, it says. The ingredients are WATER, Salt, Flavour Enhancers (Monosodium Glutamate, Disodium ‘5 Ribonucleotides), Vinegar, Glucose, and Flavourings (with Celery). I wonder what the secret flavourings are?
I might try a splash of it tonight with my BBQ beans, vegetable and potato meal? Or not? Worraya fink?
The sauce cupboard got special attention today.
The Polish sauce was used on the potatoes in the Crock-Pot. It was similar tasting to Worcester Sauce.
The BBQ sauces should last me a while. I seem to a have had a moment when I ordered them… I may have overdone it a fraction in ordering so many bottles.
I think I was dithering over which brand to get and seemed to order every type they had in stock? And why sweet pickle? I don’t even like it!
Well, blow me down with a feather duster! Who ordered the naughty cream cakes?
Surely not me? Did I? No, it must be a mistake! Shame I didn’t notice it at the time. I would have sent them back if I had, of course.
I belatedly got the tackled.
Well, when I got the results from the NHS Analyser, I was well leased and over the moon.
But it made me think of the poor this morning.
I’m fretting now for him. Whatever bug has got him, he needs to have it checked out: that’s what he would have told me to do. Might even be Covid, Flu or associated with his Diabetes – 2? It’s knocked him for six, no question about it. In a way, I’d be happy to see him taking time off to get it sorted. Which, in itself, means I can’t get in touch to try to see how he is going. Poor lad. Oh, the Health Checks (I wondered off-plot there for a moment).
Well, as you can see, I’m back down in the HIGH-NORM Zone. That’s four times on this chart!
Now for the Ablutionalisationings. I have to admit to a little bit of apprehensiveness about this. I don’t think I’ve mentioned it yet, but I had two bad bouts earlier and three bad incidents. The last one was while I was putting stuff in the freezer from Asda. Had I not been in that spot when it came, I could have taken a fall and landed forward on the floor. Luckily my landing against the fridge was far less hazardous. So, I’m going to take my time in the shower and try to keep near the grab rail. Also, be weary when shaving and dressing. This could take some time, but I’m not bothered, let it. Better safe than sorry.
Back in a bit… I hope, Har-har!
I was right; it was a long job. The shaving produced a few minor cuts, that took a while to stop bleeding this time. The Warfarin INR level is far too high, meaning the blood is thinner.
The teeth cleaning caused more bleeding than ever before.
This is partly due to the teeth rotting and breaking and the high INR level.
The thing I was worried about, the showering, was Dizzy Dennis-free! Just the one head-butting of the power box, which was nothing serious.
Drying off afterwards, I cleared about 30% of the items on the top of the floor cabinet!
I got them back on again, much to the discomfort of .
I lost a little of the olive oil, and unfortunately, I trod on the tube of Germoloid and lost some as it squirted out. A shame because this is my last tube. !
I took an accidental shot as I was putting the camera down.
The flash activated and gave me a dazzling shaving mirror.
It’s the only mirror in the flat. When you look like me, it’s best not to demoralise yourself by looking at a reflection of a senile old man looking back at you. Hehe!
My noisy neighbour above started drilling and clanging at something or other. I’m sure it was coming from straight above, but may have been repairmen working?
I then had to again utilise the . A decent evacuation, even if a bit messy.
Went to pick up hearing aids to put them in… and PLOP!
No more needs to be said other than maybe !!! Another half-hour lost cleaning things up! Grumph! I finished the medicationalisationings and got dressed. But guess what I did wrong… I got into the morning clothes and not the night attire! After spending about two hours in total up to this point in the wet room, then had to get out of the clothes I’d just struggled to get into, the jammie-bottoms, nightshirt, night socks and dressing gown. However, I did manage to get the socks on without using the dreaded, deadly assured of being injured by . But was injured by my losing my balance and hitting of all things to hit… my , on the corner of the floor cabinet as I went down on one knee, caused by a short attack from , just as I had one leg up off of the floor (talk about timing!) and setting off !!! I suppose I ought to be glad I didn’t get a
I got the BBQ beans in the pan, and I added half a jar of 7-Meditterrraean roasted vegetable sauce and gently heated it up slowly, stirring all the time. Well, not all the time, cause I had to go back to the wet room for a quick wee-wee… I found I’d left the sink tap running! , I’m not doing very well here, am I? I got the meal served up. I had the potato from the crock pot sliced with the beans. And four of the part-cooked mini roll, oven-baked for six minutes. Flavour-Rating 8.8/10. The rolls were delicious! I gave them a quick spray with some olive oil when I put them in the oven.
Sacrosanct Herbert was back to his usual concert of mechanical noises. The tap-tapping with the occasional cappella solo. And it was lovely. Even if I was missing my favourite ‘Heartbeat programme on the TV. Hehe! Played and woke me up, and in came . I was very slow-witted and tired. It may sound odd, but doing ablutions with all the attached Whoopsiefangleploppery, Accifauxpas and cock-ups, I believe, took a lot out of me. Poor old sausage! Hahaha! I did remember to check if she’d had her Christmas bottle of choice yet, and she had not – So she took her fancied pick. I think we had a natter, but what about escapes me… No, it doesn’t! It’s come back to me!It was about the poor . The lad has gone home due to his state of health. Oh, I do hope he’ll be alright! Carolynne departed after checking the taps and cooker, taking the waste bag with her. Nice gal! I locked the door.
I nodded off to sleep with relative ease. But it didn’t last. Back to the lousy fitful jumping awake and struggling to get back to sleep repeatedly! Harrumph!
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – 01:25hrs: Porcelain Throne, a wash, a second Throne visit, got the waste bags sorted out. A couple of wee-wees while I was making a brew of Glengettie. Got the Monday blog tackled and did it all the way through (although I anticipate a number of errors and mistakes). Back to the Porcelain Throne again. They were all of a sloppy Trotsky Terence variety and not a lot of it. As I was getting the Health Checks done and making the graph… and I am sure that this would amaze and stun you… But the internet went down!