04:30hrs: I woke up juddering and acclimatised myself to the current renewal of consciousness.
Needed a wee-wee, hauled my gigantic mould of flab from the c1966, £300 pound, second-hand charity-shop bought, crumb-containing, odour-retaining, Harold’s Haemorrhoid-testing, nauseatingly beige coloured, non-working, virus-breeding recliner, and caught my balance.
Took a wee; that had some PMAD (Post- Micturition-After-Dribbling). And took the bucket to be emptied, rinsed and refreshed. (To say how little I passed, the bucket was surprisingly half full)
I took these snaps of a clear morning; there was no fog lingering this Christmas Morning. Well, in my misty mind, perhaps!
Got the kettle on, sorted out some new potatoes, removed the shoots growing out of them, and got them in the slow cooker. Added some of the delightful Polish Winiary sauce, very tasty indeed. Winiary Przyprawa, it’s named.
A mystery photo was found later on. This is it on the left here. As I recall, I’d just cleaned up the sink, and this is the cloth soaking in the bowl? But why?
Got a brew of Thompson Punjana tea made up.
Got onto the computer and dunked four shortcake biscuits into the tea.
Checked the notepad. Took an unwilling wee-wee. Washed and went back to the computer to finish the cold tea.
Continued to visit the bucket, with short, painful trickles of urine regularly for the next two hours. The computer work was farcical. Couldn’t see properly, had zero concentration, and talk about making errors!
Would you believe it? The Liberty-Global-Virgin Media went down?
Gave up on Fries’s rubbish Internet service
I took this picture to try and take a shot of me waving in the reflection on the balcony door glass.
I made a mess of that, too. The computer came back on, and I’d had a flood of WordPress comments come it.
So I replied to it. Hahaha!
Well pleased with these results!
Ah, he’s not gone out to see his children with the Christmas Presents kids he’s built for them… or was it him making the noise?
Called 12 minutes.
Called four minutes.
Hello, Herbert banging again; only lasted a minute if that? Hope nobody has broken into his flat.
Jillie called, bad line couldn’t hear her, she gave up.
Rang her back, but with my hearing so bad and the dodgy line, it was a struggle to make conversation. I think she is poorly.
Sister Jane rang, but the same thing, and she rang off.
Rang her back, and it was not any better. She did manage to tell me off about a few things I was doing wrong or ought to be doing. But she was talking so fast, I lost most of it.
Made an Asda order for next Tuesday 28th, from 11:30 > to 12:30 hours.
Well, would you believe it!
I went to have a look around and make a brew while Mr Fries, Liberty-Global-owned Virgin Media, was yet again offline.
I’d left the hot tap running. Obviously, did not check it, or did he? It might be me getting mixed up here; either way, no hot water to get the done!
Made another brew, Glengettie, this time.
Took a shot of the car park from the kitchenette window. Made up some waste bags.
Emptied, cleaned and sanitised the Wee-wee bucket, and disinfected it.
From this point, the wee-wees became less painful, and some of them were not sprinkly. Yes!
God heavens above, it’s 21:20hrs already!
Better get summat to eat then. Cottage pie and potatoes sound good enough for me on this depressing, lonely, miserable Christmas Day.
CHANGE OF PLANS: I’d forgotten I had the new potatoes in the crock-pot. And the Vegan stuffing was on its use-by date, so I had them with tomatoes and a few tomatoes, followed by a pot of mandarins in orange jelly and a pot of my favourite Lemon Soy yoghourt. Taste rating: 702/10.
I poddled cautiously into the kitchenette to wash the pots, and the stomach and back pains got a lot worse for some unknown reason.
The evening sky looked like one of those that looked more like a water painting than a picture. Bootiful!
It took me a long time to get to sleep; due the and the even more crippling stomach and back pains.
But things were about to get worserer!
The next blog with all the bare, sordid details will Cover Monday and Tuesday – all spent in the Queens Medical A&E Centre, then Nottingham City Hospital Urology Wing.
02:30hrs: Woke up for the umpteenth time, but not with , but the need for the And what a change in style this morning it was! I got seated on the throne and knew it would be advisable to get the crossword book out. Nothing was moving, yet the tummy told me there was a dollop needing to be evacuated.
was in command of things, and he was not going to be rushed. I actually got a few clues answered as I waited for the action to begin. I thought it was comical when it did burst out… all of it in seconds, a blessed relief from the travel pains, followed by multiple plop-plopping sounds. And it was all over. No bleeding, no mess! I am not sure if the released product reminded me of hazelnuts or chocolate peanuts, but fell for the nuts cause they were harder. The WC needed only one flush to clear the contents away, and I felt rather good; I expected things to be more painful, messier and take much longer. No help or urging from me was needed at all. However, having been fooled before, .
Tackled then. Toothache Tiffany followed my breaking off another bit of a tooth.
Not such a good shaving session; back to the old habits of multiple nicks and cuts. About six, I think. The main reason is my own stupidity. After my first two nicks, I got out two new razors and dished the old ones – But No, I found out later I hadn’t! What I did was throw the new razors into the waste bin and carry on shaving using the duff old ones!
More Followed in the medicalisationing activities.
Made a bigger mess of missing the eyes with the drops than ever before!
Had to conserve the Germoloid cream for. I forgot to get another tube when I went to the pharmacy on Tuesday. Yes, I swore at myself rancorously!
I was so close to taking a Galpharm capsule in mistake for a Senna to help free ‘s grip on the rear-end workings. Just imagine if I had taken one… That could have been a right pickle and mess I’d put myself into again! A genuine bit of good luck that I realised in time!
But, of course, my smugness was short-lived. Putting the olive oil in, I somehow squeezed the rubber, and the oil flowed, I dropped the slippery bottle, and it landed with perfect precision: right on my left foot’s . It made me jump a smidgeon. Of course, I took it all in my stride, grinned and laughed off the agony.
I dropped the tube of Germolene due to an unexpected sudden and I dropped tube, and totally without thinking, I bent down to pick it up !
Oh, I’ve mentioned my new ailment yet, have I? I’ll introduce you to it then. Not easy giving it a name cause I’m not sure what it is yet.
Pains similar to , but around, the back of the rib cage. At first, I thought I must have banged something when I took the tumble on whatever day it was. But Carer whatshername could see no bruising.
Then I thought it might be something to do with bladder and urine infection coming back again.
Then I changed my mind cause I found the ribs hurting when I tried to lift my right arm; and if I tried to bend down at all. No idea if means anything, but had given many more bouts of the shakes this morning than she did all of last week?
Now, over the last eight hours, there have been times when there were no stabbing pains at all (unless I bent or raised my right arm), but the sharp stabbing pains always return and stay longer than the moments of relief.
I thought at first, well, it’s good luck that I have made (Carer TY did, actually), an appointment to see the Doctor. Then it dawned on me, it is 15 days away!
So, I’ve been at the analgesics more than I would have liked. But needs must. Is that the right saying? Needs must? Grammarly has not objected?
Right now, as I am typing my errors and mistakes on this blog, has just kicked of with her most violent attack of the day yet. But the stabbing pains in the ribs are now far less frequent? I’m confused… but that’s nothing new.
The last Accifauxpa of the , was only one of the regulars… No, having said that, I’ve done this for weeks, I don’t think? It was a bog-standard shoulder charge at the edge of the wet room door on leaving it. . And… please note this – there were no revenge shakings from . I’ve confused myself even more now?
It’s taken so long to get up to here on this blog – Blog time at 07:00hrs, but the real-time is now… sod it, the clocks stopped, battery kaput, methinks. I’ll get the spyglass and look at the computer clock… hang on… 15:18hrs, I just will not have time to put everything in detail now. Shorthand from here on folks, sorry me hearties!
Worked on updating and making mistakes on the Friday blog (4 hours). Got it posted. Pinterested. A massive amount of comments had come in on WordPress, so I replied to it. (One. Hehehe!) Emailed the link.
Carer Jamina arrived around 07:30hrs. A new gal to me. Lovely lady. Had a natter after giving me the medications. She checked the taps and stove on leaving, taking the waste bags to the chute for me. ♥
Went on WordPress Reader. But it wouldn’t give me access to some sites?
The Tap-tapping, bang-banging, drilling gentleman in the flat above kicked off again. Amazingly he was not too noisy this morning.
Pressed on, making error after mistake and hitting the wrong buttons and icons in my effort to get the Ode for the day done and Nottingham News graphics done. Harder work than ever now with the eyes so bad. I do love trying. Sorry for any errors that get through!.
Here are the early morning photographs from the kitchen. I nearly forgot them. Tsk!
Not too bad.
Had to keep going for wee-wees regularly throughout the day.
I don’t think I’ve taken so many in such a short time (six hours) before. Then again, thinking back, maybe I have; Hehe!
I just took my fourth trip to the Porcelain Throne.
I think Herbert must be going out today. Mayhap delivering some of the steam-powered toy trains to the kids at the school? All quiet now! 11:30hrs Carer Kara Arrived! I asked about the cleaner lady I’m paying for who had not called for three weeks. Kara looked at this week’s roster, and she’s on it… no, next week’s roster.
I pressed on, making cock-ups and mistakes on this blog for hours.
So tired now, with my getting up so early. Going to make something to eat, methinks some potato Rostis, tomatoes and rolls? Yes, with some BBQ sauce, of course. I might not be back until morning… then again, I may get up early again and make a start on updating this blog…
Whoops, not done the Health Checks.
Smug-Mode-Adopted – Yee-ha!
A photo of the half-eaten meal of the day is here on the right. Vegan bacon, tomatoes, Potato Rostis, Orange yoghourt, and two brown rolls.
With my usual BBQ sauce.
Despite the and that kicked off as I started digesting this feast of flavour, I still enjoyed it muchly. Flavour Rating: 8.8/10!
Washed the pots… but when I got in the kitchen to do them, I found that I’d left the darned hot water tap running… Again! Self-cursing began!
Zzz! Deep sweet sleep… heavenly… I think I was having a tête-à-tête with St. Peter at his gates at one point. Well, more of an argument, really; he wanted to send me back to life again. No Way! Not with the everyday agony of the ailments, struggling with hearing, seeing, and the Mental-Torture of Dementia Doreen – I wasn’t having that!And, she’s given me aboulomania!
I was woken up when the 21:15hr late check call arrived at 22:10hrs. I recall the gal apologising for being late but little else. My chronology clock was all topsy-turvy. I remembered the Toblerone for her cause it wasn’t in the treats box this morning, so I got something right. Locked the door as she departed. (I know this cause it was locked in the morning).
Got off back to sleep, but this time it was full of the usual repeated, regular pullulating jerking awake with the twitching right shoulder, and often knocking something off of the ottoman as the limbs flail! That’s not right, is it? I did tell the Doctor about this. The response I got was an odd down-the-nose look that said to me: “The man’s potty!” followed by, let me know if it gets worse. What’s she waiting for, the arm to drop off? Or, for me, to pass away through sleep deprivation? It’s a lot worse now with extra waking-ups from the unaccountable …
Been up all night again! Now I’ve got the computer going again, Josie’s meals need prepping, and I feel I can sleep – ! I was feeling so slow-witted and tired suddenly. Everything is normal then! At least I knew it was the morning this morning. humph!
Light-headed. heavy eye-lidded, and with a new (to me) style of viewpoint, I shall call it ‘Soddumall Sunday’, I pressed on with getting the Health Checks sorted… No wee-wee! No call to the Porcelain Throne, no Dizzy Dennis when I stood up from the computer; I’d been on for about six hours, none-stop… and; I genuinely felt I just wasn’t going to get all hot and bothered about anything! And this was surprising, as I was in some discomfort from the trapping of the already burnt finger. It now has a bruise as well… well, two! I waffled a little there, and I lost the plot; sorry about that. The figures had come down.
I poddled out into the balcony and was greeted by the wind and rain. So, I took these photographicalisations through the window. “I’m no fool!”. Well, I am really…
A few spaces in the Chestnut walk and end car parks this morning, I thought. Slowly it dawned on me that it is still only 01:30hrs.
The Red Van Man just will not give up that illegal parking space he seems to be making his own? Not that it matters, but there were a lot of white vehicles out there today.
I made a brew of Glengettie, and I got on the computer, and a text message came in at about 02:20hrs. By 03:00hrs, I finally found my superlative new mobile phone. Well, my 1970 bought one. I heard the beeping noise when the text came in, but I just could not locate where it was. It had to be close for me to have heard it. I checked all my pockets and got down with the torch to look underneath the Hopewells 1966 broken, with doors hanging off dangerously cabinet, but it had not fallen underneath that. I believe it was and that was the cause of this. As the day progressed, I saw more and more areas of the carpet mainly, that looked like they had water running along them. Looked in the wet room, junk room and kitchen without any success. So I gave up.
Into the kitchen to make another brew of tea, Thompson’s Punjana, this time. Checked the potatoes on the oven to go in Josie’s nosh and took a look out of the window now the rain had stopped. I looked at the balcony and saw the mobile phone lying on the duckboards!.
Got the spuds sliced and put them into the oven
Back to the computer. leaving it every few minutes to make sure the meal is going on alright. I’m going to have to get my head down when … Hello… Cutting this short now. Just got to get some sleep; not feeling well at all. Carer Jozeph arrived.
Split the chillie into two bowls and added potatoes to one of them, and a bit of basil. Can’t see well at all now; what’s going on? The potatoes looked and tasted okay.
Missing stuff off, sorry.
Caught the burnt and bruised finger on the saucepan lid ring. May have swore. Then cleaning the first saucepan, I tore the scab off of the finger. put a plaster on.
Saved some spuds and ate a few
Wee-weeing is back in fashion… not half!
Made up Josie’s meals tray, though it looked okay. Been a grind getting it done today, but felt a smidge smug about my struggles and efforts. Had to be careful taking it out and to Josie’s front door cause I was having a visit from Shaking Shaun and feared dropping the whole caboodle on the floor. Haha! Proudly rang the bell… Five minutes later, I rang it again. No reply. Now I was in a pickle. Worried about if she was poorly.Stayed ringing the bell a few more times in case she was in the shower. Half an hour later, I gave up.
Now how can I sleep now? Fretting over the gal. Has she gone out with her Sister again and not told me?
Now WordPress, Windows CorelDraw or something keeps telling me messages about my being out of space on the computer??? I was pissed off and ridden!
At last, sleep, peace, escape from the fretting and mental nitpicking and panicking… Great!
Kiya, I think, woke me up… it was a foggy memory in the morning; nothing scribbled on the notepad, and no recollectionings either?
I must have drifted off again when Kiya left… So did get some much-needed sleep… I assume!
05:00hrs: I woke up with little else on my mind other than to get to the . The short journey to the wet room was littered with a few and … I must have dropped the slippers off of my feet last night while in the second-hand, £300, charity shop bought, crumb-retaining, microorganism-microbe producing, gungy, moth-eaten, beige-coloured, non-working, incommodious, Haemorrhoid Harold testing, c1968 recliner. But realised where they were when I stood up and tripped over them. Luckily, Constipation Conrad was in charge this morning, so there was no chance of any unplanned escapees as I struggled to get back up on my feet. The recliner being close by, it proved its worth to me. It may be one of the worst pieces of sleeping equipment ever – but is a valuable asset for getting up after a tumble. Although it was not easy at all, with both and being set off during the fracas. I thought the best place for the slippers would be on my feet. I set off again to the wet room… Not too bad a one this time, but enough to get me feeling a tiny bit all the same. I got through the wet room door… opening it first; Haha! Without any knocks or walking into the framework. A last, I got seated on the plastic ring. Yet again, Constipation Conrad proved his superiority over Trotsky Terence. He’s been a clear winner for several days now. Why I seem to get the opposites alternating all the time is puzzling. Having said that, this is the longest run that Conrad has ever had.
Thus, each evacuation had been painful and needed my input to force things out.
I got the crossword book out and had another go at number 83; I’ve been on this one for weeks. But this morning, I got a clue answered, which led me to get another three done!
As I often do, I thought, as I’m in here, I’ll get the done. It was another painful job cleaning the teeth… no, I take that back. Compared to treating ointmentating or masking even when it’s not bleeding. My , is what I call painful. Where was I?
All done, off to the kitchenette to get the kettle on.
The same as yesterday, the first photograph I took of the morning view came out rather badly.
Then as with Saturday morning’s second effort was much improved.
The last one, of the moon, didn’t have many definitions in it. Even I could see in the viewer that the surface of the moon was visible – Or was it? Had my sight been fooling me again? Mayhap?
A lot of things and people do that to me, you know… Fool me! I made a brew of Glengettie tea, and jolly tasty it was.
Spilling the tea when I caught the stirrer with my wrist was not a part of the plan.
Nor was cracking my right shoulder on the edge of the cooker as I cleaned the mess I’d made up! I hobbled into the main room (Junk room number two) to get the BP machine to so the .
The Blood Pressure was back up to Hypertension Red-Two. The body temperature had come down nicely, and it was in the amber! And the pulse was down a smidgeon as well! The Dia figure was lower as well. So how they put this in the Hypertension Red-Two, I can’t understand. I do a lot of that nowadays… not understanding.
Kicked off with his banging about. He was on and off all morning; he had a break and was back at the noise-making just before 15:00hrs. Such a nice man. When I say man, I probably mean self-centred, insensitive, disrespectful, ignorant man.
Got working n the computer blog. Getting on now, and no Carer has arrived yet. I hope they are not going to miss me again: and yet still they charged me at the end of the month? As they did the time before when nobody gave me my medications. I was musing over this and had a second go at me. I must ask the Doctor for an appointment about this problem, it’s never been worse or so persistent. Still, yer doesn’t like to bother them, does yer.
Arrived so very late. 08:45hrs. I mentioned that I was just going to ring Meridian. He seemed a little defensive, saying that someone had taken a tumble, and this had delayed him. It would have been nice if Meridian had let me know. What am I saying? Tsk! Even when they did not turn up at all, no one from Meridian called me… Then had the nerve… Oh, never mind! It wasn’t Jozeph’s fault. The lad looked all in. Shades of Carer Richard here? He chose a can of Fanta orange juice for the daily thank-you treat. I went to the door with Jozeph as he left; he picked up the waste bags for me and looked so weary as trudged away. I hope he’ll be alright. Later, when it came to doing this blog, I’d not written the time on the reminder notepad. I checked with the Meridian log book for the timing. I had mentioned the bother I was having with , and the pain I was in at the time must have shown on my face. But this was not worth reporting on the log? I’d hate to think I’d snuff it through angina and get on the death recording something like died of natural causes or poisonous chillie-chips. Hahaha!
I started prepping Josie’s Sunday lunch. Well, I thought, being as it’s Sunday, I would like.
I spent more time getting confused on the computer. CorelDraw, WordPress and Word all were playing up for some reason? Then I found the problem?
Fries, I believe, has bought them and is now destroying them on purpose! Virgin Media and O2 are victims. Of Smoke & Mirrors, Money-Shuffler, slithery-sidestepping, hocus-pocus, mumbo-jumbo, $23.6M a year paid, plus annual bonuses, dodgy character Fries! Rest assured that Fries is up to some financial skullduggery with these two companies.
He’s even told the staff at Virgin Media never to use the Words Liberty-Global to any Virgin Media Customers! Why pay £15b dollars for a company and then let it rot and get its previously moral standards shattered and lowered to the level of money-grubbing Liberty-Global? Mmm! Whatever the ulterior motive is, it is already being achieved underhandly.
But the cunning, devious Fries will win in the end, of course. His plotting and number-crunching match that of Putin’s oligarchs. His vast experience of manipulating, misleading and clever verbal incontinence draws attention away from often embarrassing or unpleasant figures or issues. Plus, of course, Liberty-Global has more than sufficient funds for backhanding, bribery and convincing those comically said to be monitoring the financial institutions, such as Liberty-Global, into turning an expensive cheek! These are just my thoughts on the issue.
Ah, well, the evening Carer could come at any time now. On the other hand, they may come late again. Providing they are coming at all. Please don’t rate Meridian Health & Social Care with Liberty-Global’s jiggery-pokery antics. Meridian have enough problems to cope with. Stiff competition, dying customers etc.
As of October 2022, Liberty Global has a market cap of $8.04 Billion. This makes Liberty Global the world’s 1565th most valuable company by market cap, according to our data. Market capitalisation, commonly called a market cap, is the total market value of a publicly traded company’s outstanding shares and is commonly used to measure how much a company is worth. I didn’t understand all that?
Well, nosh, time cometh. But… . The second meal on the trot that I did not eat… could not eat, and I threw it all away! The chips were the opposite of last night, and they were bland, tasteless and pure white inside. The peas and tomatoes were not bad. The Iceland New Recipe No-Meat lamb steaks were… well, sickeningly slimy, sweet and inedible! I did eat a few tomato halves and some peas. Then got all the rest of the disaster bagged up several times and into the waste bag. What’s going on with my tastebuds?
Carer Rihanna arrived, as I was searching to find something worth watching on the TV. She soon got the medications sorted, and listened to ny sad tale of the failed meal. Offered a thank-you treat, and off she went, taking the waste bag with her for me. ♥
Then kicked off around 07:30hrs. The noises came from above the kitchen while I was doing the checks. Later he moved back into his main room, and he continued on and off with his banging and clunking until 22:00hrs+?
The Lumix was working again. Photos were getting onto the SD card, alright. I was particularly glad about this, and not a little smug, about how the three pictures came out on the viewer.
The first shot was a distance view, straight ahead from the kitchenette window.
The second of the same view but a little zoomed-in.
The third was zoomed in even further.
I hope in the morning to get a shot of the moon, but in greater detail, than the poor shot that I took this morning.
I was a smidge proud of how these came out on Night View mode selected on the SC option on the wheel.
Was in no mood to let me get to sleep. Of course, the noise from above didn’t help, either. It took me hours to nod off. HUMPH!
These sunsetting photos were missed from yesterday’s blog. Naturally, this was the combined faults of Dementia Doreen and Cataract Katie. Also, as well as, and besides them; Anne Gyna for giving me grief as I was checking the blog on completion, and Sock Glide Gladys for moving from where I left her after using her in the morning, behind the trolley, so that I stubbed my toe against her sold metal constructed frame. Life’s a game!
I woke around midnight, in urgent need of a weewee. Which was another visit that turned into the visit. After this and a couple of others, there was no chance of more sleep for me. So, I got, for the first time in my life, a can of Pepsi Cola to drink, And I can now state that I liked Pepsi better than Coke. Haha! Haha! If Pepsi Co. would like a written commendation, my fees will not be excessive. I spent four hours getting the Saturday blog updated and sent off, unbroken, even for a weewee or mug of tea.
Did you ask how the hell can the old pillock take so long? Easy-peasy! I struggled with my eyesight and made many mistakes, some that Grammarly missed; these amendments cost me a lot of time. When I finally (I thought) got it ready for the final run-through, read and check. I found many of the amendments I’d made to be wrong as well. It was as if someone else was in charge of my fingers? I got fed up with finding faults and sent it off as it was… frustrated and annoyed at myself.
I took a break to make the first brew of the morning, Thompson’s Punjana. While making it, I checked that everything was in the fridge for making Josie’s Sunday lunch. It’s getting harder now to cut up the small vegetables so Josie can cope with them, but I do get something out of doing it for her… satisfaction and almost pride!
I decided to prep the veg then and there. I got mushrooms, potatoes, carrots and gungo beans ready and in the pan. Sliced some yellow peppers and tomatoes up small. The green beans, I’ll cut later; they will be overdone if they go in too early. A can of mixed vegetables, liquid salt, vegan Oxo, BBQ, and basil seasonings. Stirring all the time to start with. After half an hour, I left them to settle and marinate and added the no-bacon-bacon bits. A little short on potatoes this week; I hope she doesn’t notice cause she’ll tell me if she does. Cubing them can be risky. I was cooking the mushrooms separately. There is a design as to why. Sometimes the gravy can dry up, so I leave the vegetable seasoned water from cooking the mushrooms in the pan, then I can use it later as a tasty addition to the stew, come chilli, to loosen the food for her. I returned to the computer for a while and started on the Ode and graphic making on CorelDraw.
Back to check on the fodder… As I anticipated, the stew was getting a little too thick for Josie’s tastes, so I went to get the saucepan with the mushroom water… Twas then that I realised I had turned on the wrong hob! The back of the right-hand middle finger coped for it, but that is better than the left. The nerve ends on the Peripheral Neuropathy side, and I hardly felt any pain.Of course, once the eyes saw it, the pain instantly developed; Haha! I poured some of the mushroom juice into the saucepan and gave it a good stir! Then went to put some Germolene cream on the finger. The right knee was really giving me so jip now as well.
I returned to the kitchen, added the sliced earlier green beans to the mix, and stirred again.
Had a taste of it and felt it was just about right for Josie’s taste buds to be tickled.
Back to the CorelDraw tasks, and got the Ode written and graphics for the blog. This was a mammoth undertaking with all the errors I was making.
♫ Oh, Susana ♫ rang out from the door chime. Blimey, I’d forgotten all about the Carer not calling! It was about 08:00hrs. Weekend again, so nothing unusual. Jozeph came in, and we had a natter after he’d done the medications. Not for too long, he had another call to make. Offered him a treat of his choice and asked him to take the waste bag with him, which he did.
Now I got serious about CorelDrawing.
Did the health checks and made up this graph with a photo of the thermometer, sphygmomanometerisationing, and all the results.
I half expected the blood pressure to fall today; cause it’s been excessively high for a few days now.
However, even though I didn’t anticipate it being as low as it was, I was so nearly in the red Zone for the first time ever! , Ahem!
I have no views or ideas of what the readings will reveal or what it will be like tomorrow. A wild guess? Erm… nothing coming through to me from my EQ… stab in the dark, mayhap… SYS 138, DIA 64, Pulse, that will still be high methinks, 92bpm? Body temperature… er… 32.4¸f, And overall, mayhaps, just in the Pre-High bracket? It will be interesting to see now that I’ve had a guess. Of course, it could go up further, and I’ll kick the bucket; that would ruin the guessing game. I wonder if Billum at Manor Labs will have a guess? A clever bloke is that lad.
Oh… Josie’s nosh… back in a bit…
I only just made it in time for the allotted 12:00hrs delivery of the meal for Josie. I hurried that much; I forgot all about taking a photo of it, mind you, had I grabbed one, the delivery would have been late for the first time ever… well, over the last three or four years.
Back in the flat after being told off for giving her too big a nosh, that would make her like Betty Bunter. Hahaha! And made a brew of Glengettie tea.
I made a Morrison order. Initially, to get some of their roasted vegetable ready meals (No one else sells them), the best-prepared meal I’ve ever bought – Bootiful! Coming next Wednesday twixt 8-9:00hrs. Sister Jane would like these methinks.
Went on the WordPress Reader, and WP let me in today.
Food time now; I’ll go and see what’s available. Not a lot. The ‘slimmers’ chips certainly look tatty and have thick skins on every one of the chips. Yet they still tasted so nice – different to any other chips. A significant variance in size too. From 4 inches to ¼ inch in length. Taste Rating: 6.2/10.
Of course, having these chips is all a part of my ‘Get Inchies Belly Slimmer campaign’. I’m determined and have a new tenacity to get lighter! Nothing is going to stop me.
I made an order from Morrisons. I didn’t realise that I had made it for the same day as the Sainsbury one! I got on the computer to change it, but no other day was available. So I managed to get it for later in the day, so they should not arrive at the same time. In’t it a struggle to change an order’s delivery time?
Went to the kitchenette to find I’d left the oven on and the hot tap running! I hate Dementia Doreen!
I turned the oven off and tap… too late for the faucet; the water was stone cold! I’ll have to do the ablutions in the morning. Turned to grab Metal Micky, and somehow I missed him altogether! Not really surprising; the cataracted eyes get a lot worse as I grow more tired. Then, as I bent down to retrieve the walking stick, I got a visit from Dizzy Dennis. I went down on one knee… Thud!
I went to the wet room, and I put some of the Phorpain Gel on the knee. But it has little effect. So I grabbed a packet of Co-codamol and took one. ‘That should ease things, I thought to myself. Ha! What a twit! I realised I’d not taken a Co-codamol, but a Galpharm capsule! Now, these are effective medications! But for blocking up the torpedo’s escape route! I’m not looking forward to my next visit to the !
Finally, I did manage to take a Co-codamol. After checking the taps, I got Metal-Micky and left the wet room… CLUNK! I felt a depression with a trickling of self-pity coming on. Hehe! Walked straight into the doorframe! Back in the wet room, Phorpained the shoulder, as an irritable, annoyed was getting revenge on me for clouting her again.
And feeling a little down, I sat myself down in the £300, used, 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, and the Thought Storms began. I decided it has to be the tiredness and Cataract deterioration causing many of these evenings, Accifauxpas and Whoopsiedangleplops. I can do nothing about this situation and try to be patient while waiting for the cornea operation. Here is the farce so far… The First appointment:
How things developed:
① When the optician told me I had cataracts in both eyes, she informed the Doctor that I would need to have the situation appraised at the EENT department. The Doctor will arrange this for you. ② Eight months later, I got an appointment for the first assessment. Which was for three months later! ③ They kindly put a lift for me to the meeting. On going in with the driver, he was walking so fast, I lost him! Eventually, I found the wrong reception, and the patients waiting helped me find out where I should be with the receptionist with a squeaky voice that I could not hear. ④ I assent to two other locations and had tests of different natures in each one. Then told to go to the reception and book a lift for the following assessment. ⑤ Could I find the proper reception? No! But, a nurse helped me as she passed, and I found it. The following evaluation was for 2 months. The receptionist pointed her finger at the corner of the large waiting room, where I should wait to be collected from. ⑥ I sat down, and within 2 hours, the lift home ambulance arrived.
THE SECOND ASSESSMENT ① On this trip, they dropped me outside the EENT, and I proudly made my way to the reception needed. ② Two completely different examinations in two separate rooms, the lady in the first was pleasant and liked a laugh between the machines I was put on. ③ Then she escorted me to the subsequent office/surgery that was a way off the first. ④ The Doctor in this one did everything silently, forcing himself to speak when he had to. ⑤ I found the proper reception all on my own, and this time, had to wait three hours for a lift home/
THE THIRD ASSESSMENT
① Arrived at the EENT, and the driver kindly escorted me through at a nice slow pace to the reception From where I was sent to yet another different waiting area No reception in that one. ② Only a couple of minutes later, I was fetched into a cramped little office with various weird-looking (to me) optical machines in it. ③ The lady explained that if this test finds things to be out-of-shape, then the operation will not be able to go ahead, and she did the in-depth examination, which took about an hour A smile came over her face when she declared that things as far as this test was concerned are okay for the op She wished me good luck. ④ Told me to return to where I was sat when she collected me, and someone will fetch me for the final checking with the optometrist, who will make the final decision on recommending me to an ophthalmologist for surgery. If it is safe enough, Bless her! ⑤ Ah, this was obviously a decision-making lady. No humour, serious throughout. Knew her job, and seemed good at it as far as I could appreciate ⑥ She had an assistant, a young Asian lad, who did some more tests on a different machine. Testing the reactions of the eye to bouncing colours this one. ⑦ The two of them discussed the findings for ten or fifteen minutes; I could not hear what was said, of course. The lady seemed to be teaching the young man and declared he should do the test again. ⑧ Back to the machine at the man’s desk. I sensed a little tension in the lad, so I gave him a smile and got one back in return, and he seemed to cheer up a smidgeon. As the test was completed, he showed his crossed fingers, which I took as a hopeful sign. ⑧ He sent the details of this test via his computer to the lady’s monitor, and I waited whilst they discussed the new test results.
⑨ Fifteen minutes later, she turned to me and told me that I had a deformed cornea, which was going to be challenging to reproduce in plastic, but she was willing to try, as the chances of success were within official limits. That’s all, she added…
I thanked her and the gentleman and made my way to the first reception to ask for a lift. I got lost en route, but I recovered when advised by someone I asked for guidance.
The wait for the lift home was only about an hour, but the tests had taken so much longer this visit. When I got home, it was turning dark.
Inchie: No need to embarrass like this, is there?. While I’m shaving and cleaning up the lesion?
Alto: Exactly, I like a laugh occasionally!
Inchie: Laugh at what?.
Alto: Yer tiddly pinkie, Hahaha!.
Inchie: At least I’ve got one, yo ain’t!
Alto: I’m you, ain’t I? Your mentor, guide and mental crippler! And I’ve not got a physical body to be ashamed of like you have!
Alto: Gawd, your thick!
Inchie: Well, yer…
Alto: This is why I’ve not been getting at you lately, Turd-face…, yer just a short-arsed overweight whimp, with no residence to my poking fun at you! It’s hardly worth my while trying to make you miserable & depressed; you’ve been this way for months now of your own volition! Is it any wonder I’m losing interest in yer? I’m only here now cause I’d done such a good job in pissing Putin off! This could mean a promotion for me, you know?
Inchie: Promotion? I like the sound of that. Does this mean you’ll get another human to hassle and leave me alone?
Alto: Nae, Dumbo, your memory is gerrin’ worserer! I’ve told yer before, the Alto-Ego Management, insist we stay with any human allotted to us until we get victory…
Alto: If you stop interrupting me, Brain-dead, I was going to tell yer, yet again; The only way I free myself of you is the Humans death, Confirmed by an appropriate medical institution of utter insanity, or nine attempts at suicide all fail. That, Knob-Rot, is the only escape from you.
Inchie: Erm… I’ve been trying to part company with you, and now you say you’d like to part company with me… am I right?
Alto: Oh, Inchy, my stupidest ever human; You’re just too thick and ignorant to understand the simplest things, and you make a mess off, mistakes and blunders of everything you try to do, don’t you? But that really is not always your fault…
Inchie: Oh, there’s a change in tone Alto?…
Alto: Your willful pig-ignorance, despondency, dispiritedness, defeatism, and docility, sometimes bring out a rare quality in me. Seeing you struggle medically is a laugh for me. The more I mock and depress you, the nearer your suicide gets. I’ve arranged for all the ailments, including Cataract Katey and Dementia Doreen, to have free reign of your body and mind. Soon it will be freedom for me! Your dubiety and incertitude are making you, more than ever, reliant upon me, your Alto-Ego. Thus you are becoming more and more subservient and servile to me… The first Alto-Ego to dent Putin’s determination! The Alto of Altos…
Inchie: Oh! So why did you call at all?
Alto: In a desperate bid to cause you misery. depression, and encourage you to commit suicide, Bozo!
Inchie: Well, you’ve always tried doing that in the past?
Alto: Well, today, I’m gifting you with an accident that will involve a plaster-cast and Hospitalisation…
Inchie: That’s nice…
Inchie: Well, my depression does not come from physical pain but from the mental stress of living. I admit you did a good job with installing Dementia Doreen, but she’s not taken over completely yet. So don’t fret… I’ll not top myself yet… I’ve never felt better for months than I do at this very minute. What do you think of that?
What a mess! Got up late, ablutions Throne, Doctors things and list, Carer Richard, Shave changed checked emails. No time for blogging – I had to rush to get to the Doctor’s surgery on time. Three-wheeler trolley; hope I’ve got and done all that is needed, jacket, bus pass to get to the surgery, Carer Richards list of things to mention, etc. Fool! Going to walk back. I’ll only flit through the happenings before the catastrophic events go to, in and coming back from the surgery.
Bless her busy heart ♥
Carer Richard was in a rush again, so a bit of rabbiting and nattering was lost there. I think he had extra calls on again. After much messing about and feeling so unsure of what I was doing, I departed my little flat, and I went down to drop some treats off at the ILC’s (Independent Living Coordinators) office. I met Carol there, and she advised us that Esther is staying in South Africa for another fortnight, so Carol will do my laundry for me tomorrow. I was pleased to hear this; I like Carol.
Also, having missed out on a chinwag with Richard, it was heaven to see and speak to people at the bus stop. Christine, Carol, Deana, Frank, Mark… I was in my eyeholes, although concerned that I get to the surgery on time. The bus arrived, I dropped off on Mansfield Road, and I caught a bus a few stops into Carrington. Hobbled to the surgery, and it had changed so much from my last visit… naturally, that was years ago, I think.
Got into the reception, a new young girl there now. She was behind windows and plastic a bank would have been proud of. She was not too keen on me when I had to keep asking her what she said, ending up with a Hitler-like arm outstretched with a finger, pointing at the waiting area chairs. So I obediently sat down and got the crossword book and magnifying glass out… but I’d forgotten to take a pen with me. Humph! I waited and waited. Folks were coming half an hour later and being called into the surgery. It was apparent that I’d made another cock-up with the timing? Another fifteen or twenty minutes, and I summoned in.
“And what do you want this morning?” I handed her the list, and she typed things off of it into her computer. No signs of interest or concerns; until I told her about the last item, where I had a mind blank and memory blank, in Bulwell and came round hundreds of yards away, in the Pound Land shop. She had another bash at the computer and told me to arrange an appointment with the receptionist for an advanced memory test. Then asked me if I’d booked my Flu jab yet; I swear I heard her ‘tut’ when I said no. Hehe! She changed her mind about me arranging the visits and came out with me and told the receptionist, who gave me a card with the dates on it. I forced a thank you out and meandered out onto Mansfield Road for the walk back to Sherwood. For some reason, it was a memory prompting hobble, an Accifauxpa and injury-acquiring one, as I discovered later. Here are the photographs that were taken, to which I recorded my thought on taking each one: I do my bestest, despite Dementia, Doreen! Hehe!