– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – Goodness Gracious Me! I dislodged my humongous body from the clutches of 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, giving up to the chances of ever returning. The rattling in my head from the consistent eased immediately. Phew!
I had planned to get the ablutions and shaving sorted first thing, with a stand-up bath so as not to disturb my neighbours with the noise from the shower… but…
Great balls of fire! , … , I could spit! That’s the second night I’ve failed to check the taps and cooker, and lost all the hot water! Both me and the Carer, actually. NO HOT WATER to do the ablutions with. No way am I going to risk carrying hot water about again, after the last scoldings I gave myself, carrying it to the wet room for shaving with. At least it didn’t overflow. – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
I rose around 02:00hrs and took off the night catheter bag from the . I had a thirst for a mug o Glengettie tea come over me. This is when I found the hot water tap running cold as you like. Self-condemnation and hatred spouted from my mind and loins, I was annoyed with me! This was despite having a sign up in the hallway opposite the door, that Carer Richard had kindly done and stuck up on the airing cupboard door for me to use to remind myself and other carers. As I said earlier, thank heavens I’d not left the plug in the sink! Could have been a lot worserer, I suppose. Humph! I took these two terribly bad photos of the morning view from the kitchenette window. Then cleaned up the mess in the sink and draining board. I got the waste bags sorted ready, and went to get the computer on… always a nerve-shattering thing, hope that Liberty Global will, might, maybe it’ll work… But No! I should have known better than that, shouldn’t I? It was not having the quick solutions to come back on this morning. In the end, I had to lose what bit of work I’d done on CorelDraw, WordPress and the Ode – Spit, Spit, Spit! Turn everything off, DVD reader that’s not right… erm… SD Reader, keyboard, computer and the Liberty-Global thingummy whatsit box and leave things for a while, in the hope that it could come back on in ten minutes or so. I reset the router and hobbled off to respond to the needs of the . shared a little control with again. Not a lot! The thing that puzzled me a smidgeon, was the three shades of brown in the two torpedoes? One of them was almost black. Still, it made a change. I got my first mug of Glengettie made and enjoyed it. A lovely strong brew! Have way through gulping it down and chimed out as the Carer arrived for the first visit. It was the new gal, Marilyn or Maria I think her name is. Nice gal; we managed a few minutes of chin-wagging in between. Nice lady.
I pressed on with the blogging but kept feeling guilt and annoyance at having no water, so no shave. You bet your bottom dollar that tonight when the water has heated up, I’ll have nodded off, with me getting up so early in the morning.
This late afternoon, I managed to take two of the worst photos I’ve ever managed before!
Both pictures were set on the ‘Indoor Option’ on the Kodak. Both, as you can see, came out weirdly reflective, if that’s the right word. I wonder what I did wrong this time?
Made the semi-prepared meal. The spuds were done in the slow cooker, halved and a splatter of BBQ sauce was applied. The fresh garden peas with a bit of mint in them were gorgeous! The cheese pasties were done in the oven. The tomatoes were halved and liquid salt was added. Nice! Flavour-Rating: 7.9/10.
Had some rather Dark urine in the night pouch this morning. But there was a little more than there has been lately.
That was a good sign of hope; that the Finasteride tablets may be doing the hoped-for job of shrinking the prostrate, with a view to me being able to wee-wee once again, with Little Inchie direct into the WC!
The ankle and legs looked a lot better this morning. But… the hip joint was genuine agony for me.The rib pains, as are the burning, stinging pains from the leg injury and infection, are less frequent. I soon learned that walking was risky, with the hip partially seeming to give way now and then. Oh, and the pain when it does – ARRGH! Turned on the computer. I got the waste bags made up, and I thought the hip pains might ease when I hobbled about. But, No! Went to make a brew, and the Carer arrived. I was in the kitchen, so I didn’t hear the doorbell sounding. Turned around, and the gal made me jump… Hahaha! She helped me get the slippers on. Had a closer look at the infected wound coin the leg. It looked so much better. The occasional stinging pains still give me some pain and hassle, though.
I spent a few hours catching up on the blogging. Carer Sam arrived. We had a mini-natter; she did the usual for the noon call. Drops & medications. I went to make another brew, taking a snap of progress at the house, close to the Woodthorpe Grange Park bottom field. Plenty of equipment or parts there this morning. I had to take the right slipper off. Too painful, as the leg and ankles are beginning to swell up again. Getting as big as the left leg. The hip is just as bad; it’s not a good place to be when I stand or brave hobbling. Bit of drizzle, and I espied the mud-slide was relatively wide. Hehe! I went back to the computer to finish off Friday’s post.
Well, fancy that! That’s not exactly why I thought, but you get the idea, I’m sure!) So, I went off to visit once more, the , Another marathon session… well, not the session, but the cleaning up after the session… if you know what I mean… if you do, please let me know. Thanks!
I finally got the blog sent off to WordPress. A text came in on my new Nokia 90 Hz refresh rate 6.56-inch touchscreen display offering a resolution of 720×1612 pixels (HD+) and an aspect ratio of 20:9. Nokia G42 5G is expected to be powered by an octa-core Qualcomm Snapdragon 480+ processor and come with 4GB of RAM mobile. I may have got the wrong name there? The night bags are being delivered today. Carer Kara ordered them for me. ♥
They arrived at 11:15hrs on the midday Carer Call while Carer Jo-Anne was here. Raining again. Made a start of this template. I took this photo and searched for my missing nail cloppers... no, nail clioppers… 3rd try… nail clippers! Gorrit! One shot of the houses around about. A little like an upper-class Coronation Street? With no Rovers Return, of course! I thought of some titles for these pictures;
The Invasion of the Grey Clouds!
Grey Aliens Attack!
Is there anybody there?
Grey Clouds Escape? Aliens Spit Euro Dollar Signs in Attack on Earth!
Maybe not.
Moving forward to take the close-up shot, I accidentally & Caught the infected wound simultaneously on the radiator. Which caused me considerable pain as I twisted my left hip in unison. But, you know me, (Ahem!) it was no bother; I merely laughed it off casually. Well, I did an hour or so later when the Codeines, Phorpain Gel and Hemp had had time to ease the pain. Hehehe!
I hope the Oligarchs pretend connection does not go down again. I must get the food order done. I will try it now; crossed fingers and all that… Huh!.
I started preparing and cooking the nosh; I just had to take a shot of the sky through the kitchenette window. Gorgeous! A without any doubt. Not too fancy a meal. But enough for me to enjoy. The soy lemon yoghurt was the highlight of the dish. Flavour Rating Overall: 6/10.
I hobbled off to wash the pots up and got this photograph of the great, which could almost be a painting, view of the evening sky shot yet again.
What happened after that? I’ve no idea. But I woke up later with the hip giving agony, which is most likely the reason. No choice; I had to take an extra Codeine and Paracetomal to ease things before I could nod off again. Tsk!
The likelihood of unlikely liberalism looming is always liable!
The Health Check Returns this week up to now, are not too bad at all. .
04:00hrs, I woke with a jump and jerking motion and looked at the clock. No interest in getting up or even moving was located. So, I violently passed wind, I recall this disturbed poor little to trickle a little blood. I felt the sensation of the wet warmth from the bum, in the Protection Pants. But I did nothing. These American Depend pants can cope with a lot worse than a spot of blood, without leaking anything.Then fell back into the bliss of sleep. The Carer is not due until around 08:00hrs, so I envisaged a good four hours more sleep. Mmm!
06:25hrs: I was woken by the Carer. That buggered my extra sleep, Ha-ha!
She got the night bag off of the She helped me to get the night pouch detached from the troublesome this morning , she didn’t want the bag removed for some reason. Tablets eye drops, medicine, and second eye drops sorted out. And as I started the three-minute waiting after the drops were inserted, with my finger in the appointed corner of the right eye, she left to go on her rounds. Though far from painless, the ankle, feet, and toes showed signs of improvement. I booted up the computer. Tried to load the photographs from last night, and once again, the shuddersome, evil, unpleasant, cruel, uncaring, displeasing, much-hated, reprehensible, shuddersome, God-awful, scandalous, 26 million dollars a year salaried, Herr Fries of the Pathetic pretend Internet Supplier, & customer ignorers failed! It’s difficult to believe, I know… So, I made use of the time. A fun selfie on the computer screen. Then…
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Not without some hindrances, though! The wet room, and got myself comfortably seated on the . No sooner had I picked up the crossword book, than the evacuation, started and it was all over in seconds. But what a mess I had to clean on the rear end, much to the displeasure of ! I started on the shaving, before tackling the stand-up washing of the overburdened gargantuan, but bouncy-fleshed torso. The Brut was needed afterwards due to the several small nicks that I accrued during the detruncating. Great that Brut! As I twisted and stretched to put the after-shave back on the shelf, . My right leg slipped in the bowl – I grabbed a hold of the sink, as the bowl tipped over and all the dirty water from the bottom of my feet, spread all over the wet room! I may have quoted a commoner’s curse or two. Then started spitting, questioning God, humanity and hating even more, , who I blamed for my enforced early ablutioning! Got the mess cleaned up… and found that I’d left the hot water tap running! Good job I’d got the shaving done, then, cause it was only tepid water to use now! I then against the trolley wheel. Then when bent to have a look… I banged the leg ulcer against the trolley frame! Luckily, I’m able to bare, or should be bear… pain easier than others, and just laughed it off. Then got back to the computer, on the web… and a few minutes later, it went off again! According to the backup and revisions page, while I was self-harming myself in the wet room, it had gone down three more times, five in total. Keep watch on this blog for the following failures!
As I was ten minutes or so into updating yesterday’s blog, Carer Jo-Anne arrived, as the owned Internet failed again, for the 6th time! Would you put your business in the hands of the financial wizards, of smoke & Mirrors money conjurers ? I know it will never happen, but if I win millions, at least I know not to invest in anything to do with . It scares me to death that they may start buying up energy or water companies in the UK. The mess they made of Virgin Media, a once reliable company, is now being demolished, with ulterior motives I’ve no doubt, financially inspired.
Ah, it’s back on again… no sooner wrote this and it’s gone again! For the 7th time! It’s not sad as such. No, yes it is! Huh! It’s raining now. A strange hue in the sky for mid-morning today?
The next carer arrived, well two of them. One in training. A nice pair of lads, methinks. Well My Goodness Gracious Me, and blow me down with a feather duster! Strikes again! Can you believe it? I do!. I got the new dressing gown on. I bought an XL one to make sure it went around my shockingly tubby and wobbly meaty midriff. It Didn’t. Each time I sat down, the bottom and top splayed open, revealing my privates, belly and legs. Enough of a shock for anyone! I sat down and sneezed – unaccountably, one of the shaving cuts started to bleed. Int life good? The Internet returned. And I started to do some work that I had not been able to save earlier, yet again: As if by magic, the world’s most incompetent provider . The light shower has stopped. I went to make the last of the two mugs of tea I’m permitted to drink daily. I can drink as much decaffeinated tea as I want they tell me… Have you ever tried it? You’d be better off and get more flavour drinking stale water!
As I was making the tea, the last but one Carer call was made. The two young lads, CA & CV. One had a look at the accident area and ulcer zone. One thought it looked terrible, the other a lot better than last week, who I agreed with. Naturally, it still hurts, but nothing compared to last week. The toes are clearing a bit too. The ankle swelling is not so keen on going down. They did the drops, the medications, Peptac… well it’s that horrible flavoured Gaviscon now, and then the drops. I mentioned the kitchen floor’s state, with me having to go to the hospital on the domestic’s call day. And the new lad set about using the speed mop on the floor for me, bless them.
Very late up tonight, blog addiction again. With the blessed going down so often, I was many hours behind schedule with the blogging. I should imagine that the top dog at , oligarch Mr Fries does not have this problem?It must worry him a bit?
I burst into life with a jolt, inane muttering coming from my mouth; I must have been in the middle of a dream? I detached the night bag from . Decent-coloured urine this morning. The need to use the arose, and so did I from the c1966. charity shop bought, second-hand, wincingly grotty, beige coloured, not working, crumb-covered from the nocturnal nibblings, itch-making, uncomfortable, virus breeding, easy-to-fall-out-of, recliner, caught my balance, grabbed , and off to the wet room. The evacuation session was completely different this time. in complete charge. Messy!
A stand-up job. Bleeding aplenty from various departments during the washing-up, of my magnificent, muscular, firm, women-attracting body. Where from? I’ll tell yers: Teeth and gums, nose, chin, neck, head and of course the regulars, , and poor old . Oh, naturally from the inserted tube. The took me half as long again as the flipping wash & brush-up did. Ten minutes on the computer, and… And, these oligarchs, heroic internet blockers who claim this: “Liberty Global is a world leader in converged broadband, video and mobile communications and an active investor in cutting-edge infrastructure, content and technology ventures” – Financially they may be, but the service is crap!
Within five hours it had been down nine times! (And more followed!) By the end of the day, the smoke & mirrors money fanatics had failed me no less than 22 times! I really must say, My hatred for them grows!
I tried for ages to get a hold of neighbour Josie, to give her some coffees and a pink G&T. I sensed she was in, but it took me six tries… which was something to do each time that $26 million salaried boss Herr Fries led and owned companies internet failed, again and again!
Domestic Denise called. Shocked at the state of my leg. I think she mentioned it to Carer Kara, who called in quickly to check on my leg wound. Creamed it for me. I’m worried about going in the taxi tomorrow to the Bank meeting, it is painful, and my wearing trousers are bound to hurt more. Poor thing, Hehe!
Laundry returned.
Something else to do while the Liberty-Global internet is down. I made a brew and had two cookies… oh, three!
While a carer was here, ILC (Independent Living Coordinator) Generaloberstess, Ice skating champion, florist and Warden Julie came in. I’m not certain what took place but think it was about ordering a lift with for 21 July for the EENT Hospital. Kara spoke but, I didn’t catch it all; bad timing with my old ear wax crackling again.
Back on the computer…
Ad an early meal, just a small one. Sarnies, tomatoes and beetroot. Nice!
Not sure why or when I took this one. From the computer desk through the balcony.
Carer Chris did the last two calls. Asked him not to put the night bag on, I’ll do it, cause going into the kitchen to make a meal with tube and bag to carry along with a walking stick, is too risky in my state. Mind you, there is always the chance of , , or maybe even a kicking off when I bend, so there is no winning either way. Hehe!
Well, fancy that, I’ve not had two meals in a day for a year or so. I good sign, mayhap; or not?
Then, washed the pots and… took a shot of the end car park as it was beginning to darken a little. We can’t have had much rain lately; the mudslide from Woodthorpe Grange Park was noticeable by its absence!
Waking up to the flashing light from the TV screen, which did the cataract no good. I went to check the kitchen and wet room for anything left on or off that shouldn’t be. The amazing blue hue of the night.
Today held such promise as well. On waking, my EQ informed me that it was going to be a mixed day – Whatever that means? No question, deep anticipation, tergiversation, and an irritating doubtfulness of today’s upcoming events, were rumbling about in my head this morning. Despite a positive belief that the WC water tank and tap will get repaired. It’s just the other unknown new bafflements, problems and concerns that always arise. Every single day, although not so bad at the weekends as a rule. But this is a Friday – famously known for having to make appointments and get lifts, with no help available until Monday. Anyway…
At 06:20hrs, I rose from the depths of my c1964, £300, second-hand, musty, Haemorrhoid Harold Testing, cringingly beige, crumb-covered, not-working, renowned for its encouraging somnipathy, rickety recliner. To see the The night pouch had a little more content, but according to Carer Chris, rated on the NHS card as being on level 6. Not good! However, having three tumbles in three days and giving the bladder and other areas a bit of bashing is not surprising. I hastily removed the night pouch, put it to one side, then raised my gruesomely overweight body from the chair and made for the wet room. To do a stand-up wash… but first, there came an urgent, very urgent feeling to use the . And what a session that was! had given in the battle for supremacy, and was in full control. I swear the water in the bowl bubbled for two minutes after receiving the three massive torpedoes in short order! This may need more than two buckets of water fetching to refill the non-working water tank… and it did need extra. The first flush and one torpedo stubbornly refused to dive. I used two buckets at hand for refilling the bowl, before it disappeared, but streaks remained on the porcelain I had to clean up. Then fetched more water for the next visit. Then realised the plumber was coming today, so may not need them with any luck for the next sitting. Hehe! Next, I started the . Tackling the shaving first was the most challenging, to avoid all the cuts from yesterday, and avoiding any more. Well, that went okay! Just one tiny nick. My spirits rose! Washed my feet in a bowl while having a body wash. That was not so good. I caught the tube on , which made me jump, and pulled it again!had lowered my spirits a smidge! Getting the protective pants on afterwards, and lowered them some more! However, I did get the pants on without catching the valve tab or tearing the pants at all. Medications now, other than the. Germoloid applications to the rear end. I think that the falls had caused the excessive bleeding from . No need for the corticosteroid cream today. No bleeding from the Inchies fungal lesion. Which was amazing, considering I’d just pulled at the tubing stuck in him! Spirits crept back up an iota! Getting dressed only involved putting on the thin dressing gown for the moment.
Getting the slippers on in the other room, was nothing short of farcical. The now thin right leg went in pretty easily. But the bloated left leg and foot were a different story. It must have taken me eight or nine to get the foot in without hurting it. Funny really! The white toe ends seemed more prominent?
Checked around to see if I’d left nothing on or running, and off to the kitchenette, to get the kettle on for a brew of Glengettie. Took this snap of the morning view.
Carer Chris arrived, as I just noticed I’d left the urine night bag on the trolley, and was emptying it. It seemed to be a two-tone colour now? Hehehe!
Chris got the first eye drops in and had a look over my body as he applied the Phorpain Gel to my area. He did a good job with it too. Dished out the medications and did the second eyedrops. Then told me of the 6 bruises around my body, presumably from the falls. He then took a photo of all of them.
Starting with the head… The arm, I think, might have been during Deana’s visit fall. Not sure where this one was from… The back, I think This one w
as Pareidoliaiable. I see a mouth and chin? Must be the back near the top of the PPs? Chris moved down to the left leg… Then right leg
I do try to avoid these tumbles, but as the
The doctor said years ago, when I was diagnosed
with There is
nothing we can do for dying Neurotransmitters. I believe the base cause of the falls is PN. The Water Geysers and ulcers, something else. – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
We had a laugh about things, and off he shot on his rounds. I go the computer on to update the Thursday bog. As you see here, I didn’t get far! I was working on CorelDraw to start the Health check graphic, and the intercom flashed. It was the Nottingham City Homes maintenance plumber, I let him in and a minute later, he was coming in and came to me at the computer. I took the chance to remind him of the tap not running as well as the tank not filling. He already knew, so Deana must have told them when she phoned for me, bless her. He got on with the job for half an hour or so and then came to me. It was a bad photo, but I took it after he had to empty everything from the airing cupboard to access the tanks. Loved the way he used the raised toilet seat from the wet room to get up high enough. Hehe! Nice chap. He showed me a broken part when the inside had come free. He’s called his base, and someone was coming out with a new spare part. He was going down to wait in his van for their arrival. I insisted he takes a can of pop of his choice to drink while he was waiting.
Virgin Media had come back on again. So I pressed on regardless with the Thursday blog updating. Many mistakes, some I’m bound to have missed in my haste as the afternoon approached already.
The young man returned with the part and got on with fitting it for me. I took a peep at the pile of things from the airing cupboard, clothes, soaps, covers, towels etc. And found some lavender soap that I bought for Sister Jane years and years ago, I thought I’d lost it. Hehehe! The man came to say, I’d got water from the tap and into the tank. But I must be aware that it will never be strong either. And why, but I can’t remember that bit. He showed me in the wet room what he meant. If it stays like that, I’ll be happy enough. Thanked him, and off he went. I rang Deana to tell and thank her, but it was on the answerphone, I think.
Strewth, the days have gone quickly again!Back to blogging. Well, that was the plan. It came back on a few minutes later. At last, I got it finished? – But No!
Carer Sam arrived with a new young girl to do the meds and eyes for me. I had them laughing with my tales of woe. Haha! Finger in the corner of the closed eye for three minutes. Back on the computer blogging. For five minutes.
I used the time to check on the hot water supply – it was cold! Did I mention how lucky a person I am yet?
Carer Kara rushed in. Bless her cotton socks! She rang the TSB bank, and eventually, after a right performance again, logging in, Kara got to talk to a human, someone from the West Bridgford branch, the only one left in Nottingham. Not only did she make an appointment for me, but will come with me as the bank had asked her to (I hope). She ordered a taxi for the day, too. She had to rush off but made sure I’d got the appointment correct in the Google calendar first. Now I do feel like a lucky person! To have help like this is Grrreat!.
Finally, I got the blog done and posted to WordPress. Phew, what a struggle that all was! A lot of photos to go on today (As you can see), but I got them uploaded and doctored quick enough. Then realised I’d missed putting this photograph from earlier on. Can’t have been any rain today, judging by the reduced size of the mudslide? Oddly, the legs have stayed the same today, left lofty, right reduced in size.Ah, I wonder if this has anything to do with the left overfluided leg, suddenly losing all sensations of touch? Carer Chris made his last call of the day. He’s got four days of now, I think… or did he say three… or two… He got the eye drops in and then issued the medications. Rubbed some Phorpain Gel into (Nice!) Then, it was time for the drops in. I asked him not to put the night bag on yet, and I’ve not made a meal. Assuring him I’ll be able to remember to put it on. (Cough, cough!)
Going to get something to eat now.Hopefully, I’ll be back in the morning, to catch up.
It’s getting late, and the legs weaker, the eyes worse, and the weariness creeping in.
I caught the last moments of the sunset. Took a wide shot and then a close-up one. Not my best of efforts, but being late, I had been got at by a vicious.
A really tasty meal tonight. As I said yesterday, the taste buds are returning online. I’m glad to say. I’ve had some terrible-tasting meals of late. Flavour-Rating: 9.2/10. Put the pots in soak. It is definitely safer regarding the left leg crumpling risk, using two walking sticks… but to carry anything at the same time is impossible – and you can almost guarantee that the going dead – neurotransmission failure will come just when I am carrying something.
ignored my over-tiredness and plea for sleep for ages. Then I realised I’d not put the night bag on yet! So, I did!
Back down in the £300, second-hand, c1968, charity shop-bought, eyesorely-horrendously, grungy coloured, Harold Haemorrhoid-testing, easily-falloutable from, unfit-for-use, not working, recliner
Nodded straight off, and into a dream about the Skegness beach. I’d lost someone or thing, & was panicking, frantically searching the sands, and asking everyone if they had seen what or whoever it was, but the short dream terminated abruptly, when I woke with a jump, thinking I heard an ice cream van chimes similar to my door chime.
I felt the need to check, even if it had sounded, by the time I fumbled out of the recliner, got the sticks and my balance, the call would have ended. Still, I hobbled on to check for any missed calls; there were none. I wonder if in the dream… ice cream…?
I turned to go back, and the night view through the window made me get the Kodak to take a shot or two of the amazingly blue nightshade. A close-up shot revealed that the sun was just seeable.
So the so-called dream must have been a short one. That is, if I had one at all? Looking closely at the second picture, I wondered what the squiggly lines are on the left? Likely some additions.
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
It was so fantastically real at the time. I felt terribly depressed as I was dreaming the dream, Humph! It seemed such a long one too. A mishmash of incidents where I seemed to be back doing various jobs I’d done over the years; and jumping from one to another all the time. With this, there should have been confusion, but I seemed to follow it, although it was so confusing – which confused me more! Everything brought back, was of frustrating or failed episodes I’d had; but somehow seemed worse this time? I may have been flailing about as well, cause the end came when I woke suddenly, realising my leg must have come off of the ottoman. and I stubbed my toes on the chair leg, twisting s knee! Both were painful, not that it registered immediately; my mind was trying to remember the dream details… I found some scribbled notes about it, which puzzled me even further; how could I write notes when in a dream? All I can think of was, I must have woke up and made the notes, nodded off, and I went back into the same dream? The and pains registered. They were bad enough for me to abandon the pleasure of the c1968, non-operational, tatty, scruffy, unkempt, uncomfortable, germ-breeding, Harold Haemorrhoid-Testing, sickenly beige-coloured recliner, to get some capsules; barred-by-the-Doctor, Strong Ipobrufen. Worra Dream & Awakening!
I had a struggle to get the connector off from the night bag. So much so, that, with the bending and tugging at the thing, kicked off. And she’s been so kind yesterday. I was in a mental and physical fiasco. But not for long; other things developed that made me add some more pain and anguish. The cause being, the need for the And what a session that was!
The leg dropping off of the ottoman must have been harder than I realised. The top strap on tackle was itching like mad.
So, I naturally gave it a good scratching. I’m sorry I did that!
I anticipated that the resistance from the last three days of being in control would need the aid of the crossword book. It was novel, to be able to read the clues now the Cataract Eye is getting better – but had to close the left eye to do so. The left eye has a cataract also and will need attention soon.
I fetched the first two buckets and bowls of water and hand refilled the not-yet-repaired; (but it’s only been 16 weeks I’ve been in agony filling bowls and buckets of water, awaiting the repair work – and only four more weeks until the appointment date arrives [20 weeks!]).
Then on the last bowl-full of water was taken from the kitchen to the wet room ! I got a strong twinge from , at the same time, she was joined by , and within an instant, the bowl dropped at my feet, and the water somehow covered a large area of the wet room floor, me, the dressing gown, sink and W.C. Oh, dearie me!
Searching desperately for a silver lining, when Carer Chris came, he took this shot on the right, of both hands. The IV bruise (alert alarm on wrist)on the right hand, could not be identified. Looking good – Bet you I have to have another one when I go to the next appointment next Tuesday.
Got the computer on. Determined to get as much done as possible, before the inevitable failure of the internet arrives to knacker things up. Within five minutes… Liberty-Global did it again. It just disappeared from the ether. I waited for a while to see if it would come back on of its own accord; Which proves my faith in the lack of capabilities from Oligarch’s Liberty-Global Virgin Media to ever get a service that works… and with a stupid idea that it night – proves my idiocy and stupidity! How do they get away with it?... Mind you seeing a photo of $24 million salaried top-dog Fries? He does have the look of a Mafiosa leader to me, anyway. I can hear him now… “Da idiots, we make it impossible to leave Virgin Media. We confuse them with masses of paperwork and try to sell them something else when they want to leave! And charge them a fortune to leave. And we have shares in all the other internet-providing companies anyway. As my Grandfather said: “Catch ’em, hold ’em, and rob ’em!”
While Mike Fries, Smoke & Mirrors expert, money-manipulator and Chief Executive Officer of Liberty Global’s Virgin Media, was down, I made up the waste bags and tried to rub some Phorpain gel into the area. Then emptied the Catheter bag. The internet returned at last. But not for long…
LIBERTY-GLOBAL VIRGIN MEDIA Strikes Again!
Carer Rhamat arrived. She looked a little tense this morning, so I soon had her grinning (Well, her facemask crinkled) with a few spur-of-the-moment gags and telling her about what to expect in old age. Hehehe! She left smiling, I can ask no more!
I started a bottle of the Schweppes ‘Monsoon Dance’ soda water, with a melon & watermelon tinge to the flavour. Not only nice to taste, but it got the urine flow going much freer.
The Virgin Internet returned again… I think my moustache had grown a good bit while I was waiting for this sensation of joy to be granted me, from Herr Fries Liberty-Global!
I think this must have been the shortest time ever that Money-Cruncher Fries Liberty-Global Virgin Media has been on for. Must be a record; about three minutes and it was off again! I wonder, I do that often. What do you think?. What am I thinking, a ! It was off for 25 minutes this time. I changed to doing some artwork for a later edition… hoping I didn’t lose it, but amazingly I didn’t and had access when Mr ‘Money-Man Fries’ Liberty-Global, Virgin Media, (EE, Vodafone, BT-UK, & Three, ) etc, came back on.
We must remember: They own or part-own: All3Media (50% ownership with Warner Bros. Discovery) – ITV plc (United Kingdom) (9.9% shareholding) – Platforma Canal+ (Poland) (17% ownership), – Sunrise UPC (Switzerland) (100% ownership) – Telenet (Belgium) (58% ownership) – UPC Broadband – UPC Slovakia – Virgin Media Ireland Limited – Virgin Media Television – Virgin Mobile (Ireland) – Virgin Media O2 (50% ownership), O2 UK – Giffgaff – Tesco Mobile (50% ownership) – Virgin Medis Limited (UK) – Virgin Media Business Limited – Virgin Mobile (UK) – Vodafone (4.9% ownership) – VodafoneZiggo (50% ownership) – Vodafone Netherlands. Part of Liberty Global is separately listed as LiLAC (Liberty Latin America and Caribbean Group), operating in over 20 countries under the consumer brands VTR, FLOW, Cabletica, Liberty, Más Móvil and BTC, as well as having a sub-sea fibre network in January 2018. And Liberty Latin America spun off the main company and began operating independently from Liberty Global.
Liberty Latin America’s operations consist of Liberty Puerto Rico, a provider of pay-TV, Internet, and telephone services in Puerto Rico, and VTR, a Chile a cable provider of television, telephone, mobile, and internet services. Through the acquisition of Cable and Wireless Communications, Liberty Global has become the owner of the largest pay-TV and broadband provider in the Caribbean. In addition, the company also owns CWCs.
Part of Liberty Global is separately listed as LiLAC (Liberty Latin America and Caribbean Group), operating in over 20 countries under the consumer brands VTR, FLOW, Cabletica, Liberty, Más Móvil and BTC, as well as having a sub-sea fibre network.
Liberty Latin America’s operations consist of Liberty Puerto Rico, a provider of pay-TV, Internet, and telephone services in Puerto Rico, and VTR, a Chile a cable provider of television, telephone, mobile, and internet services. Through the acquisition of Cable and Wireless Communications, Liberty Global has become the owner of the largest pay-TV and broadband provider in the Caribbean. In addition, the company also owns CWC’s operations in Seychelles named Cable and Wireless Seychelles.
Liberty Global serves six countries in Europe and is amongst the largest cable operators in Belgium, Ireland, the Netherlands, Slovakia, Switzerland and, sadly, for its customers in the United Kingdom.
“Liberty Global is a world leader in converged broadband, video and mobile communications and an active investor in cutting-edge infrastructure, content and technology ventures.” “But they still can’t get a signal to Nottingham that is reliable… however, you can rely on it going down, repeatedly”. Ask any sucker like me who is paying through the nose for this pathetic Oligarch ran excuse for a service to Nottingham, Sherwood in particular. Just a thought I had!
Well into the afternoon now. I had a look at the feet and toes. Apart from them being a little bloated,they looked good to me.Very little pain, other than the toe-stubbing inflicted ones. Time to turn off the internet and computer, and internet, which is usually Mr Fries of Liberty-Global’s job. Hunger is growing!
Well, well, fancy that! I am surprised! So, a turned off the computer, cursed Mafia Boss Frys, with him a painful slow death, regretted my not being able to help make this happen, and made a quick meal. BBQ Rice with liquid smoke, chunky vegetables in tomato sauce, added some basil and oregano. All done in about 15 minutes or so. Two wholemeal bread rolls and a mini-pot of lemon mousse. I know how to live! Well, cheaply as I can, anyway. The entire meal cost only around £3… plus £5 for electricity to cook it & light for the kitchen’s 60w bare bulb.
Watched a video. Nodded off a few times during the film, but only for a few minutes at a time, just enough time for me to lose the plot of the movie. I’d left the tray with the dish and cutlery on it on the floor at the side of the £300, second-hand, c1968, charity shop-bought, eyesore-horrendously grungy-coloured, Harold Haemorrhoid-testing, easy-peasy to fall out of, unfit-for-use, not working, grotty recliner. I fell asleep again. Managing to miss the end of the story, not that it mattered really; I’d already missed the start and middle bit.
Last Carer Call, it was Richard. Eye drops were done, a painkiller given, a dose of Peptac and then, the had a night pouch attached. He checked the taps and oven for me. Took the rubbish bag with him on his way out.
Late I know, but I got back on the computer, which was working. Hat’s off to Herr Fries! However, after ten minutes…
After treading on the foil tray, cutlery and empty lemon mousse pot, then I quickly and effortlessly carried out another painful . Aargh! I took a snap of the evening view. I even saw two items in this photo. Do you see them? Go on, have a look. Hehe!
Despite being kinder today, well, even as well; The two forced me into taking one of the Ipobrufen Extra Strong capsules.
I watched a video, thinking it may just bring on the sleep, but no. Was not interested. So I turned on the TV, bound to nod off when the commercials comes on, surely? Nope!
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I woke up coughing with the odd sneeze and bent down to remove the night pouch. Almost immediately and the most annoying kicked off. Then my spectacles fell off of my head. I dropped the picker-upperer retrieving them. Now, the hinges are even loser and more delicate than they were before! And the which the picker-upperer fell on, are sorer! I lifted the bag to see how much had been passed in the night, and the colour to record on the log.Carer Sam later confirmed it was a level four. I made up the waste bags. Then I washed the pots. Went to make a brew of tea, and had to shoot off (Well, hobbled) to the wet room in response to the innards rumbling and rear-passageway’s seemingly-urgent emissions of winds. I fumbled my way and got the PP’s down, tearing them in my haste. Then just sat there waiting for something to move for ages. Couldn’t see to do the crosswording, or count the cracks on the ceiling. Worra life! Hehe! Good heavens look at the time; it’s gone 19:00hrs. I’ll have to do the rest in quick mode, or I’ll not get owt to eat.
Carer Sam called, and we had a little natter. Carer Jodie next. Good, short chinwag. Then I got the call from QMC EENT. . I tried to call EasyLink to book a lift there and back. But no answer – weekend again, innit! Things needing help, always come at the weekend! I asked the evening Carer to make sure I’m reminded to call them again Monday morning. Then I rang Meridian to inform them. Got some blogging done. , , and then the all kicked off within about an hour, ruining my joy at getting the cataract appointment!
Through the balcony window. A second shot shows the fallen-off curtains. Humph!
Afternoon wee-wee. A good colour!
Nice few this afternoon. Check on the worker-free house.
Finally, the first mug of Thompson Punjana tea. Four cookies only are allowed. (Alright, I had five!)
Second visit to the . It took me about 25 minutes. In command again.
I think I may have put this on earlier in the week. It’s the latest date from about mid-April when first reporting the fault. It keeps getting retimed for later. Jenny emailed me asking if she can do anything , bless her cotton socks and lovely nature. ♥
PAREIDOLIAING DELIGHT! . Bootiful! . The top shot was taken to the left, bottom one to the right from the kitchenette window. I stopped the blood from trapping my digit in the can opener.
Fodder time – back later on. TTFN I’m back!
What a sky that developed. No pareidoliaising, though. But so beautiful. I’ll ask Tim in New Mexico what these are called; he’ll know. Clever chap & Ether-Mate.
The evening arrived as I was prepping the meal. Good timing. Gave my back a dose of painkiller cream. No tablets needed, painkillers, I meant. With the back pain gel having Ibuprofen, in it, I expect it will help a little without extra tablets to cope with . Usual night prescription meds dealt out.
What another feast. A mixed bag of a hotpot, stew, call it what you will. Two defrosted bread rolls, to funk in the liquid… which had in it: Fresh leeks, baked potatoes and a can of thick vegetable soup; with my secret ingredients. Although they won’t be now cause I’m telling you. Hehehe! Borscht beetroot juice and some peas. A decent splash of BBQ sauce, veg oxo cubes, sea salt, and baked potato cubes. Followed by… Some delicious vegan ice cream! Overall Taste Rating: 9.2/10!. Grrreat! The best bit, is I have enough left in the saucepan, to have the same tomorrow – with different sliced potatoes as a side!
Turned off the computer, and went to take more shots of the ever-changing sky view. Nice!
Then I got down in the £300, second-hand bought, c1968, nauseously beige-coloured, not-working, rusty, rickety, crumb-holder of a tatty recliner, to watch some ‘Heartbeat’ on TV.
Last call from , who attached the night pouch to . No educational prescription tablets were needed, but I did take some Peptac.
In hopes of getting up early to have a good shave, shower and scrub-up, followed by a freshening up & medication of the outer and some inner areas; I prayed as I settled back into the £300, second-hand, decrepit, c1968, rickety recliner; For Sweet Morpheus to be kind to me… Of course, there was not a ghost of a chance! Not tonight, yet he let me fall asleep twice… no, three times at the hospital on Thursday? No at all. Well, not to the usual standard. Yet despite this, and feeling so tired and worn out mentally, sleep, getting off to sleep, took me hours of absolute boredom and frustration. After a few hours, I noticed that the had barely any urine in it?
So, I rose up delicately from the recliner, caught my balance, grabbed , and went off to the kitchenette to get another bottle of soda water; hopefully to encourage urination. The view from the window revealed a part moon, so, back to get the Kodak to try and get a decent shot of it… – My dodgy leg caught on the long tube of the . Yes, I wand up on one knee… the one with the day pouch on it, but thankfully it did not burst – how with all my body mass landing, I don’t know; but was glad about that! Sore and embarrassed, annoyed, and peed off, yes! Crawled on all-fours to the wet room, and used the not been working for two months WC tank and bowl, to get myself upright again on my feet. Gave the pouch a further check; all looked okay, and rubbed some Dettol in the knee lesions.
But I was determined to take some photos of the moon! Limping a little more now, I returned to the kitchen. Perturbedly, I now had as well as attending me. Followed as got ready to take the pictures, by an , courtesy of … it took a while for them to relent as well. So the photos did not come out very well . Disappointed in my photographicalisationings. But I felt sure I’ll be able to get to sleep, at least?
But No… As I was closing the window belatedly, I clouted my knee on the radiator… It left a dent in the metal… as I hit it, did at the same time!
But was I annoyed, in pain, bleeding, angry, fed-up? A man of my calibre? Oh, No!
I wiped away the tears, and returned, hobblingly, to 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. I hope of sleep!
After failing to nod off for several more hours… I gave up and got up.
My best-laid plans end up vacantly, Errors and mind blanks grow with virility,. Plans have no viability but are a liability. Results end up finicky, frolicky, Life holds no more bonhomie… Never won the pools, Ernie or the lottery… Good luck for me? No feasibility…
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What a Busy Mind-Testing Day! It is now Friday morning. Been up for two hours, and only just started this blog – and there is a lot to relate. Sorry, it going to be cut short – another busy day Friday, methinks, with Social Services and Jillie might be calling. Such a load of info: I can’t guarantee this is in the correct chronological order. Better get started… – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
The overnight dark-coloured urine bag was removed.
Legs & feet not looking too bad at all!
Within minutes a summoning from the innards to visit the . So, I did! A closer check on the limbs. A smidge more blown, but not a lot… Hard work passing, yet messy when it evacuated? The usual agony and misery of fetching buckets of water from the kitchenette sink to refill the not-working W.C. water tank. I reckon it’s been about two months out of action. And the last letter from the NCH Maintenance told me they were coming on 17th July. So if I’ve got it right, that means a 16-week wait; But more importantly, 16 weeks of agony, carrying four buckets of water every time I go for a dump! They must be busy. Thank Heavens for the Carers! They give the back a good rub with the Phorpain Gel, sometimes needing three applications, but always first and last thing at night. Having this done regularly, I do believe it’s helped ease the pain a lot. Thank You!
Took a snap of the morning view. Made a brew, but for some reason, it tasted horrible? So. back to the bottled water for me.
Arrived. And rang the TSB for me. It took the gal ages to get through, options recorded messages etc. I could not hear, but had to speak to the man we got… relied on Kara to translate – the man asked a question, I said ‘Yes’ Not recognised, I said suit again and nothing… moments later we were cut off! Kara rang back and spoke, rang off and told me they ‘Cannot send me statements through the post unless I ring and request one? Not only do the Spanish Oligarchies who own TSB close all their branches; they are becoming as friendly and helpful as Putin!. Remember the Spanish Oligarch’s lying adverts?
TSB announced the closure of a further 85 branches!
The closures will take place between April and June 2022 and will result in the loss of around 150 jobs. There followed 94 more branch closures… Not many left to close now!
Made a mug of Glengettie tea. Only four biscuits were dunked with it! Honestly!
I got onto the computer, a very late start; it’s taken me until Friday to get back on it. A nightmare! YET AGAIN – ONCE MORE – ARRGH!!! What with a bank that has no branches open and a most unhelpful helpline staff who cut you off, and refuse to send you Bank Statements unless you ask every month! The Worlds worst, most vile, incompetent, Oligarch driven Internet, Liberty-Global Virgin going down for the 9th time in three days. Losing work I was in the middle of… Grrr!
So, I started to prep the food for later on. Then, the Asda order arrived… The freezer was full now… The fridge too! I thought I’d done it again, ordered something in error when I found two bottles of Strawberry Milk-Shake. But in the morning, pointed out the ‘Free Sample ticket on them. The highlights of this order were... getting the pink soda water (My favourite) on this delivery, at last. And also some Caramelised Cookies (My favourites) No rush to get things stored, as $26 million a year with guaranteed bonuses and an open expense account Mr Fries, one of the Liberty-Global Virgin Media top-dogs internet service, was still not working. I bet he’s worried about this? Embarrassed, maybe too?
I went through the on-off routine with the usual, regular, sickening, overcharging incapable Liberty-Global Virgin Media problem. No Luck! So disconnected the hub, gave it a minute or two and reset it. No Luck! Repeated the resetting, and (it must have been a mistake on the part of Liberty-Global Virgin Media… but it came back on. However… I’d lost all the CorelDraw graphics I’d imported and doctored… plus I had to resave the work in another file name. I’m not sure who is the biggest toss-pot of a company. or It’s a close-run thing, you know. But the smoke & mirrors Liberty-Global Virgin deserve to be the top-wankers for their repeated failure and then sending me this email, to really confuse me and earn my utter hatred. Sorry about putting this on again, but it baffles and scares me!
If the Life-Line is going through a hub that keeps going down, they could kill me! I don’t mind snuffing it. That’s all part of life; I hate to think that they will get away with it, should I have another stroke or heart attack and cannot get help, and I clock out. Which can’t be avoided. But, if anyone in the legal trade would make a note of this, and I could get some compensation… well, not me, I’ll be at St Peter’s gate arguing with him about my life struggles. Please note that a percentage of any dosh you get, please send to the RSPCA and Mental Health UK. Thanks. Oh, and some for the staff at Winwood Court. Cheers again! You can keep the rest for yourself.
I got a call from Social Services, regarding the meeting I had at the Coppice Mental Health Hospital yesterday, Brain Scan results, MCI & Dementia. Things I must have told them about. Not a good line for my hearing, I’m afraid. Also, I got a little confused during the conversation. No idea what, if anything, was decided about. But nice that they are listening, and reacting.
I did an order for next week from Iceland. Blogging again.
A couple of photos were taken prepping the nosh.
Looking good now… PAREIDOLIAING Can you see any features, faces or animals in the clouds?
Finally, I got around to making & eating the meal! Boy, did I enjoy this one? Taste-Rating 9/10!
I even remembered watching a ‘Heartbeat’ episode… Without falling asleep when the adverts came on!
The evening Carer Called, got the night bag attached tothen the lad put some on my lower back for me. Certainly helps this regular gelling.
The nearest thing to a sunset was missed as I fell asleep. But I got up and took these after-shots.
Now, when I want to sleep – I couldn’t! Yet the lasted for less than usual. Replaced with fuddle-minded worrying of a vague nature. No panicking. Just an uncomfortable sense of losing control.
