Carer Richard arrived We’ve agreed to leave the ankle & leg strappings off, to see how it goes. Richard did not put the diabetic socks
on, as I was hoping to get a shower this morning. But that didn’t happen!
Lovely morning view. Amazing cloud and lighting.
Carer Maryham came, I thought it was for the domestic, but she helped me with getting the diabetic socks on, washing and shaving. We had a natter as we got the ablutioning done, and after getting a fresh dressing gown on, she took a photo of me. What handsome looking best!
I got some bottles of Bladder-pleasing spring water into the front room. I’m trying to during more, as the urine in the day bag os getting darker.
A very rare event here! I microwaved a hot dog, opened a packet of low-calorie sticks, and I added a pot of orange jelly, and had an afternoon snack! Nice!
For four hours or so, nothing was done. It’s as if I had a seizure to memory blank. Nothing had been done on the blog either. No TV on, but that’s not unusual. The kettle felt cold, so I’d not made myself a brew of tea. Nothing else on the reminder notepad? What the heck was I doing?
I tried to concentrate on blogging, even though I knew there wasn’t a cat in hell’s chance of getting caught up; I’m a day and a half behind now! Add all the cock-ups, mistakes, errors and mind-blanks that followed, and I eventually gave up. Tired, mentally weary and frustrated in the extreme! I did, however, get the few photos taken into CorelDraw and got them in the WordPress gallery to use in the morning… at least, I hope to. I pondered over where the term cat in hell’s chance may have originated, I looked it up on Google: A footnote to a humorous poem printed in The Gentlemen’s Magazine of April 1792 perhaps gives a clue to the origin. “Charon”, it says, “has orders to deprive all cats of their claws. Whence comes that saying in hopeless cases – he has as much chance as a cat in Hell without claws”.
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – My mood today was, erm… how do I explain it without repeating myself? Nothing went right, yet nothing went disastrously. I was already so far behind with everything, at the time I seemed to have a ‘Sod-It’ temperament. Which slowly, as the day went on, transformed into one of self-pity, self-cussing and a search for some intoxicant, to calm myself down. Had I known what awaited me on Monday morning, (it is now Monday evening, and I’m just starting the blog for Sunday!) I may have considered suicide, if I wasn’t such a coward, it was that bad this morning… But I digress; I do that a lot, you know!) I’ll have to put less in and try to make time to catch up. I considered doing just a cartoon, a quiz, an ode, and local news on, and any photos I take? Here be the photos, a lot has been missed of (I hear a sigh of relief? Haha!)
Not a good start!
Morning kitchen view.
Off to the wet room… ARGH! Ablutions tackled. The legs and feet looked better now. But both cartilage and backs of the knees were worse. Got the medicationing done. Two shaving cuts, a stubbed toe and a heck of a job getting the PPs on.
Computer on, CorelDraw for graphics.
On the third day of pouch emptying, I tried to photograph. It looked like semolina as the bubbles rose to the top. Hahaha!
Took an afternoon shot of the clouds. As I took the first one, a crow flew into view. By the time I adjusted Kodak Tim to get a close-up, he or she was long gone. Tsk! The sun’s setting was earlier than ever tonight.
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Up and down emotionally like a yo-yo.
I cannot recall making this order for Iceland at all! Obviously, it was me who made it, cause all my favourites were in it! Understand that this is my third food order this week! No Carer Kara to limit or check on things; she is off for two weeks on holiday. More of the regulars may be off, too. Because Carers from other establishments are calling. This tests my memory to its limits and beyond, trying to remember things that need doing on each visit. No idea if I’ve said right or wrong to the Carers; it’s frustrating. Back to the unwanted, unnecessary Iceland order… Got the bags into the kitchen. Lucozade treats, iced drinkie, bleach and what the heck was getting more pasta sauce in for? I’ve at least ten bottles on the shelf now! I suppose I could claim that can take the blame? Choca-blocker fridge! Unbelievable! I need help with this!
Trotsky held the advantage.
The NHS sent me a new ailment warning wristband. Any more, and I’ll run out of wrists to put them on. Hehe! Ah, well!
I found this one! Smug Mode Engaged!
THE MEAL.
A cold one. Orange and brown sliced tomato baguettes slathered with butterless salted butter.
Surimi slices, and sliced cold potatoes. Gorgeous!
I think Carers Chris & Victor called today, and some unknown ones.
Sister Jane called me… or did I call her? bled a lot and often. . And were busy giving me bother. But particularly painful was . I seem to be getting pains at the back of both cartilages recently. When walking or lifting either leg. Electric-like Peripheral Neuropathy pains in both ankles. All I can say is thank heavens that I am so pain-tolerant, brave, heroic and spit & laugh in the face of pain. Hahaha!
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Meanwhile, at the Woodthorpe Court Detention Centre… I mean, Woodthorpe Court Sheltered Housing Dormitory cell… Flat, flat, sorry. Occupant 172, known as Inchy, Gerry or Inchcock, was belligerently stirring back to his imitation mock life from his slumber. After working out what time and day it was, his first action was to check his nocturnal bag and the tube connected to Little Inchy; both for leaks and signs of bleeding. He found both! The release valve was dribbling bits of urine out. He pushed it over as hard as he could and was surprised when the leak stopped. As he moved his legs, agony! has caused a bit of bleeding, and the tug had moved, making him jump a bit. Why am I writing this second-person style? I blame , & . I rose, still half-asleep despite my rude awakening, and went to get the kettle on in the kitchen. Which seemed a logical idea as that was where the kettle was. I thought I might have seen Venus in the first shot of the sky. I took another one to try and catch it again, but it came out a little wobbly… which is what I became at that very point, shaky! I looked down at my bloodied, bruised, battered legs and got another shock. Surely, I’m pretty sure that I’d not been scratching nocturnally again? What a state they were in! As I continued unalarmed, I noticed the brushing on the lower arms. Had I been noctambulating again in my sleep? Then, I spotted a mark on the knuckle that, to my eyes, was exactly like a picture of a dog’s face. The photo does not show it; I didn’t do a good job of this photo either. Tsk! I was going to take the tea with me to the wet room, to medicate things a little. But got side-tracked by the failing and giving way from . Clouting my other knee on the trolley, I grabbed it to steady myself and threw in a , just to keep the train going. The morning evacuation demanded my attention, and at first, I thought I was going to have the right job here. Blood ran at a fair pace, well trickling, from the wounds down the lower legs. Blood from poor little Inchie’s Fungal Lesion filling the Protection Pants up, and I’ll be sat there pushing for all I’m worth battling with for I don’t know how long before the concrete sausages are forced out! How wrong can a thought be? I was instantly in complete control of the procedure! I cleaned up my rear end first, then the splashes that had torrented out all over. Wiped the haemoglobin off the legs, and started to get a stand-up wash and shave. I was, after three days of only getting two shaving cuts… back in form! Six! The toothbrush snapped in half! had a turn at giving way. But the grab rail was close enough, and I avoided going done again, as in the kitchen. Washed the legs, and got some medications applied, too, & then s many blood leaks on both legs. Then tackled the ex pensive but pain relieving job, as I got on and . Then dribbled some oil down my chest as I . I moved the alert wristbands to the right arm to avoid the scratches and bruises on the left one.
As I got out of the wet room, I knew there was something I had to do urgently; I seem to remember thinking this when I was battling the rear-end Tsunami on the . Now, twelve hours later, as I write this masterpiece of a blog (Hahaha!), I still can’t recall what it was! arrived as I was just about to start the computer. He decided that the legs looked so much better, so he did not put the leg & ankle strappings on. He did get a pair of the new diabetic socks on for me. The lad didn’t look or sound very well. Got him a cold drink from the fridge to mayhap help with his sweating and coughing. He explained about the potatoes and chips and the diabetic limitations. He thought that, in moderation, some spuds should be okay to have. Good news that!
called P.M. The gal was not feeling as good as Richard wasn’t, and I still suffered from the lower regions. But the legs were feeling fine. In fact, I’m glad I took a photo of them now cause it’s like they are a pair of refurbished limbs???
From well, I’m not sure… erm,,, I think it must have been five hours I was out of it – yet had opened a can of soup and put it in the saucepan ready for later, the pan had been heated, so how come I have no recollection of this happening? I also found photos that are a mystery to me, not what they are, but when did I take them? A mug of tea, nothing on the reminder notepad. This picture on the right is the final (up to now) unknown use of Kodak Tim.
Good heavens, and great balls of fire… has just arrived for the last check call. Perhaps it’s all a part of the mysteries of the Woodthorpe Court’s sinister Spirit’s master plan. To raise the devil, spread wonders, blunders, rodomontades, fears and descenders from the comfort of sanity into a gibbering wreck!
I took this to ensure the soup was not left on the heat. Beautiful hue and lighting. Well, I thought so.
Then I noticed the notepad. It’s so different to the last time I looked at it. Am I going mad? That was a silly question, of course, I am!.
When I took this one, I thought at first that I could see a fire with black smoke. But by the time I’d looked at the picture on the camera, it was not to be seen. Was it the Mysteries of Woodthorpe Court, with the hobgoblins, spectres, gnomai, phantasms, ghosts, the grotesque succubae, extraterrestrials, ectoplasms, spirits, or the Fata Morganas, that have been sent to taunt, irritate and terminate my already limited saneness of mind?
Took this picture a little later. The views get darker and more wonderful to view. Minutes later, the sky seemed to brighten up? Or had I got these snaps out of sync? Yes, that’s most likely.
I took shots from the left in front and to the right. Gorgeous!
I must have fallen asleep for an hour or so; I felt myself slipping off of the computer chair. In slow motion, had the catheter tube not been pulled at Little Inchie, I think I may have clumped to the floor.
The photographicalisations this time look almost welcoming. The clouds peacefully passed by at a fair rate of knots.. almost a farewell.
This may serve to prove the effects that I suffer from FND, and Doreen Dementia, oh, no, I forgot, it is now , I’ve got, innit.
The stew is on, and the potatoes will be soon. So, off to the kitchen to satisfy and satiate my hunger. I did take a photo of it, but it appears to have escaped from the SD card. Humph!
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This is the oddest one I’ve had for a long time; although the hectic ones were annoying, this does nothing other than make a mess of blogging and getting a delivery from Amazon Day; it was out of this world… No, the fact that I just went along with the nothingness all around me is a surprising bit. No Josie, no Wardens, and my mind was wandering all over the place. Anywhere I wanted it to go, well, Humph! On the bright side, Carer Shaquille and Carer Kimberly were in a decent mood, and we managed a few laughs… which were the highlights of the day!
I had to make some templates up, and I got carried away when I found a few words I could use in the ode.
Not so dark this morning.
Moon, or reflection of flash. I don’t remember taking this one at all?
A gone-wrong early morning shot of the houses.
Ablutions.
Looks to me like , along with are beginning to blow up, bleed, and scab again. The two-tone-shaded toes… Scrawny leg bottoms, but fat at the top? Hehe! are more prominent too! Some vein lumps rising.
Another change in the evacuation department!
Took a close up of the two-tone-shaded toes.
A truly blue hue now.
The output was more consistent today. I took these about an hour apart from each one. And a good colour, too.
Late afternoon clouds.Getting darker now.
I got carried away doing the ode. Spent hours on it, but the result was disappointing. Peaceful! Aha, a misty sunset.
Slow day for once. Nodded off a few times. Depression lurking. Lost so few photographs. I lost my wristwatch (still searching). Stubbed toe. Not feeling too good, coughing and wheezing a smidge.
Forgot to put a nocturnal catheter pouch on, so it is a full-day bag to wake up to.
Morning views.
Heavy fog for an hour or two.
I lost my camera and wristwatch.
Carer Christopher. Looks and sounds a little poorly to me! Hope he’ll be okay.
Forever changing. Tsk!
Darker again.
Struggling with the blog. But found the camera! Just in time to catch the end of sunset. Did a sweep of the sky. Right view.
Got some potatoes in the oven and pressed on with this blog… Made mistakes? Me? Yes! Tons!
Went to check on the spuds. Photo’s the progress of the spuds. But missed. Haha! Almost ready. Seasoned the vegetable stew. Added some veg stock.
I took three snaps of the last of the sun’s glow. All in close-ups, so not too good. The ribbon of light. To the left, some clouds. Great looking further on.
Got the nosh served up. Tinned chunky vegetable soup. Roast potato chunks added. Along with tomato & Mediterranean vegetables cooking sauce. Two oven-cooked bread rolls. A baby-sized pot of orange jelly and some spring water with a dash of Pineapple and Grapefruit flavour.
Now, this may surprise you… it did me… took a night off! Unfortunately, had five hours of twinging and stabbing away at me. Occasionally accompanied by . Well, perhaps she was getting jealous? Hahaha!
I managed to wake and get up early enough to get the night pouch off and make a start on the ablutioning completed… but it took me longer than I’d hoped. The Porcelain Throne evacuation slowed me down.
Getting the things to take with me, and realised that the Carer had not come early, not that the lad was late, no one had told him about my early appointment. He got the diabetic socks, and leg straps fitted. Helped me get the trousers on as well, issued the medications and chose a treat from the fridge. Thank’s Shaq. Down to the lobby and had a go at the crossword while I waited. The Easy-Link bus arrived, and I was soon on the minibus, paid my fee, and on the way to the surgery.
Heavy traffic en route, we arrived a few minutes late.
I was greeted by a new electronic computer log-in system. But it had big icons that were amazingly easy to see… I realised then that I’d not put in my hearing aids and had the reading glasses on. Tsk!
The logging in was done, I sat down and had another go at the crossword book.
Nurse Caroline came to fetch me into her room… I had an epiphany moment as I hobbled along with her to her treatment room. I suddenly became aware that I had made the right cock-up about what the visit was all about. For some unknown reason… apart from possibly , I believed I was going to see someone or other, about the results of the last prostate-shrivelling session at the City Hospital Urology. But, no! That must be the appointment for next month, maybe, perhaps. This one was about the last blood test, showing that I was now a confirmed diabetic. With a High Risk of Type 2 Diabetes. Nurse Carolyne was her usual kind, patient self as we discussed my dietary habits. It’s as if I must have known, I said. I’ve just last week stopped eating crisps, and nibble only sugar-free biscuits now. However, the highlight of this talk was I can now go back to having two mugs of tea a day! Hurrah! Or, as many as many mugs of decaffeinated tea that I wanted… Spit! Horrible, tasteless!
She wanted to refer me to the Diabetes Learning Course. I explained what happened at the last one when I could not hear or see what was happening. I tried for about five weeks but realised it was costing me all that dosh to get there and back, time in dressing beforehand, and of no use when I got there. The nurse was calm and helpful when I asked if there were any smaller group meetings I could attend. Bless her. She will try to find out and let me know later. What an Angel!
I could sense the flow-back building up in the bladder, and I knew the pouch needed emptying. I went into the surgery WC and emptied the bag.
Back to the waiting room, and on the crossword.
Departed, as the lift was parking up on Mansfield Road, and was soon back at the flats. Gave the driver a choice of drinks from the , and into the prison… no, flats.
Passing the laundry room on the ground floor… Someone’s washing, obviously someone had forgotten to collect it from the machine, had been dumped on the draining board counter. Which is better than mine was, which was on the floor and returned with fluff all over it, the week before last. But at least it was returned last week. The new dressing gowns, shirts and diabetic socks will have to be bought again… I think I ordered some from Amazon. In the cell… er, apartment, and emptied out the very dark urine from the day pouch. To make room for the daily mug of Glengettie tea. No, I’m wrong again; it was J Sainsbury’s Extra-Strong Red Label teabag. Lovely it was too! Then, I got the uncomfortable, painful trousers off.
I was going to make some baked spuds but forgot to heat the oven. It can happen to anyone!
I got a call from the doctor’s surgery. An increase in the Warfarin doses after the blood test. Wed 1½-Thu 1-Fri 1½-Sat 1- Sun1½- Mon 1-Tue 1½.
arrived. Med’s sorted.
Blogging for hours is a slow-grinding task today. The concentration was not with me, but the ability to make errors grammar-wise was in excellent form.
rang from the door chime. It was a Carer arriving. I’d never seen him before. Obviously, some carer had gone off ill or on holiday. This makes things difficult for them cause Kara is on holiday for two weeks, as far as I know. Nice chap.
I gave up on blogging, and I’ve tried to make an early catch-up on it in the morning.
Made a naughty meal. Yummy!
Looking glum as things darken.
I certainly didn’t!
While waiting for the last Carer call, I drifted into the heavenly bliss of sleep. A few minutes later, the pains from the backed-up bladder woke me. Phew! Just in time!
The Carer medicated me and removed the leg strappings and diabetic socks. I’ve ordered some more socks from Amazon, along with Dry Eye spray and Anti-diarrhoea capsules. Gave him a treat of his choice. – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
Today was going well. (A lie! I thought it was going well) But I lost five hours of it altogether. I sat there on the computer chair. I smelt something burning; obviously, a cooking flavour lingered from the kitchen. I’d even taken photos of preparing the meal, but at that time, I had no recollections. I salvaged the burnt food, added it to a can of beans with chunky veg sauce, and turned off the heat. This is being written after this action. I must speak with the quack on Wednesday… please that I remember to!
05:45hrs: The colour of the contents of the nocturnal pouch was worryingly dark again.
Another thing that bothered me was the state of the legs when the Carer removed the diabetic socks to change them and put on the ankle & leg strappings.
Messy!
Morning view of the blue hue sky.
The one permitted mug of tea was brewed.
Got around to updating yesterday’s blog.
I had to empty the fast-flowing day pouch. It seemed to be getting darker again? Oh, heck!
The Mammoth Mind Blank took place.
A carer must have called cause she or he signed the book. Something else to fret over. Yet, I wasn’t getting down about these things. Strangely?
Unbelievable!
Somehow, the urine looked to have got a lot lighter?
When I emptied the day pouch… Hey Presto! It poured out a deep, deep brown! How come?
I do remember taking this shot above. The clouds looked like foam packaging.
I set about correcting the mistakes I’d made earlier in this blog. Took me ages. I found some snaps of me preparing the food that I cannot honestly say I remember doing… or can I, now? This is bonkers! Apparently, the meat is going into the oven.
I took this shot down from the kitchen window.
Ten minutes after taking the first one… The darkness was falling…
arrived and was good enough to hear me moaning about things for a minute or two.
Time to get the meal heated and then eaten up!
I put the meat into the saucepan and oven tray to soak in the bowl, and I got the quiz result on here.
Vegetable stew with gammon. Very nice!
Went to wash up, and the horizon deserved preserving photographically, I thought.
ALL THE BEST
Have a great day, you really ought, To avoid you becoming a worry-wort… May your anxieties add up to nought! May your demons be easy to thwart! With great joy to share & flaunt.
I stirred and lay there, working out if I was still alive or dreaming. I decided I must be alive when I moved in the itch-creating, bruise-giving, catheter-tube-tugging, crumb-decorated from my nocturnal nibblings, God-awfully uncomfortable, cringingly-grotty, no longer working, dirty beige, anti-sleep designed, c1966, second-hand bought for £300, twelve years ago from the charity shop, recliner; and knocked the bottle of soda water off of the chair arm, and my glasses fell off of my head. Went to the kitchen to wash the mug from last night. By chiming out, and in walked at 07:15hrs. No needed. I took off the Then off to the wet room.
A two-tone evacuation again this time. It took Mr ages to get the thing started, and after a couple of loud plonks in the water that sounded like bricks falling, the stinking flood of semi-liquid content flowed! The cleaning up, medicationalising of poor , olive oiling the earholes, and painfully , and knees, I set about cleaning up my rear end, and I think the initial tending to the bum took over half a toilet roll; things were wet and so sticky! Not to mention phooey! I got the alert bands back on. The Dementia and FND ones, I couldn’t find anywhere? Had to mop up a few splashes on the floor. The cleaning up alone likely cost me half an hour, with washing out the mop afterwards. I ventured from the wet room and back into the kitchen. : Much anger… self-disgust & hatred spewed forth… and I was slightly annoyed with myself. I’d left the flaming hot water tap running again! Grrr! The view from the kitchen window mirrored how I felt at that moment. So I got and took this photograph on the left of the view on offer. As I turned from closing the window, I on the bottom of the radiator. I was getting more and more hot under the collar now! What next, I thought? Started updating yesterday’s blog. I wasn’t getting on with it too well, mind you. Word thoughts of using seconds before were off into the ether by the time I’d written the intro. Grammar glitches: I was not feeling up to much, as each time I stood up, either gave way or else would nearly have me over. She may well get me later on, though; they have been very persistent today!
Called while I was in a state of depression. But we both have similar t things affecting us, and we chatted while she did the medicationing, and I think we cheered each other up a smidgeon. The weather seemed to be getting darker? A short, sharp, heavy shower followed a little later. Of course, my plan to ask the next caller to put the ankle and leg strappings and diabetic socks back on went out of the window. No hot water until tonight, and I’ll be too tired to bathe and shave by then. So, it means getting up even earlier in the morning to get it done before the Carer calls. With Carers coming an hour earlier now, seven, not eight o’clock, I’ll aim to get up at 05:00hrs in hopes of getting all of my done. This means trying to get this blog done early, or at least most of it, cause I’ll not have time in the morning to do it first thing, so I’ll need to get my head down earlier… but of course, this does not bother me a bit.
I went to empty out the day pouch of the catheter and spotted a spot above my kneecap. No pain from it; it doesn’t feel like a bruise to me? All part of the Mysteries of Woodthorpe Court, with the hobgoblins, spectres, gnomai, phantasms, ghosts, the grotesque succubae, extraterrestrials, ectoplasms, spirits, or the Fata Morganas that have been sent to taunt, irritate and terminate my already limited saneness of mind? The urine seemed to be a little dark in colour again. The new slippers were giving me no bother today. I wish I could say the same about the tubing attached to poor Little Inchie. He’s been chaffed at something awful today by . The PP’s are bloodied. The sky suddenly lightened, and the beautiful clouds I looked up at showed instant pareidoliaising qualities!
Taken to my right: Can you see the face? Eyes, nose, beard in the clouds. I’ve circled it as I see it. The head is tilted. Taken to my left, this shot is lighter as the sun is on the way down. You can see the shadows of it on the first one above right. Another slightly tilted face. Possible another face bottom, right? Well, the eyes of one, maybe?
Bootiful! Called. I took his BP. I’ll put it on the list for tomorrow. He Had to rush, with the visit times being halved, but I managed to take it.
The urine in the day bag has gotten lighter now. It filled a lot quicker this time around. The sky had changed its hue again. I tried to get a decent photographicalisation of the view three times.
No luck, it’s the mist, innit? That’s making it complicated.
Heated the oven for the chips for the chips to go in later. Scorched a finger or two on the bars. I made a brew of the finest tea, Glengettie. The only one allowed now daily. This is because the Warfarin Anticoagulation INR results are all over the place. They blame the tea drinking. So, no longer two mugs of tea allowed daily, but one! Grunglenagocks!
Minutes later, arrived. I took the medications, and I treated the lad to some nibbles.
Went to wash the mug, and the night hue had changed again. Fetched To take some photographicalisation in the hope of getting at least one of them to come out reasonably decent. The first one was not too bad of the clouds. As an afterthought, I tried to do a close-up of the lamp-lit streets ahead. Ah, well, at least it had a Tate Gallery-appealing artistic side to it. Hehehe! If cameras could talk, I bet he would be saying to himself, “I don’t know why this idiot even bothers!” Haha!
As I turned to grab my , a tug on the tube via , as the weight of the contents dropped the whole kaboodle several inches down the leg, cracking the dried blood to release fresh warm and wet blood escaping from . I limped to the wet room, and I cleaned up and medicated various things. There were no curses, self-pity, or spitting! True! On this occasion, I just sort of felt it was all-natural, expected. I resigned myself to getting used to it; it ain’t gonna get any better, and philosophically thought, “It’s doing yourself no good getting angry each time; this will solve nothing. Time to get complaisant, amenable and accept what will be, will be… cope with it, you wimp!” Or summat like that. I am pretty sure that this moment of clarity of thought brought on a mini Then another . After cleaning and medicating the lesion, I was struggling, as usual, to get the PPs on. At the worst time possible, there I was, standing on Arthur Itis’s right leg, one hand on the sink, the other using the picker upper to hold the PP open to get my left leg in, raised the left leg… and twinged and at the same instant, gave way on me! I didn’t hit the deck, but I did bang my right elbow on the sink while using it to stop me from going down and stubbing my toe against the stanchion. Now the cursing, spitting, loathing, swearing and pissed-offendedness returned! The new deep thoughts on how I should react to these didn’t last long!
Well, I got two of them. 1 Down & 3 across. I had to look up Lingaraj. Lingaraja Temple is a Hindu temple dedicated to Shiva and is one of the oldest temples in Bhubaneswar, the capital of the Indian state of Odisha, India. The temple is the most prominent landmark of Bhubaneswar City and one of the state’s major tourist attractions.
Got the meal finished and served up. Oven chips, Lamb & Mutton burgers, milk roll bread, & sliced pickled beetroot. With a small pot of tasteless orange-flavoured jelly, which started off with a small pot of blackberry cheesecake. But I dropped that on the floor, and it burst open.
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – I’m looking forward to next Wednesday, when I get t speak with the Doctor. These memory blanks are concerning me more than ever today. Many moments and a long one with no memories at all of between what I worked out was 13:00 to 16:00hrs. I noted that I’d been working on yesterday’s blog but had not got very far with it, and what I’d done was error-filled and out of chronological sync. I corrected (I think) the grammar cock-ups, but left things as they were in the timing mistakes, for fear of drifting off again. I put messages in between to remind me as I did things. I just hope I’ve removed them all in Thursday’s much-belated blog. As I write this, around 19:00hrs, I seem more in control… but why? Not that I’m complaining, but I am certain things will go crazy again. I’ll try to remember to take the link with me to this blog cause I think if the Doc reads this, it may well prove more descriptive of my problems than my stuttering and memory-blank-ridden talking face-to-face would ever do? Losing track when talking to the carers does not matter so much cause they can do nothing to help anyway. Especially since the call times have been halved, they cannot have time to listen, even if they want to. Sorry, I’ve waffled on there. A RIGHT COCK-UP WITH BAR was then committed. I misplaced for several hours. Started a search when I was up to it, so angry with myself! Gave up, thinking, I must have put or dropped it in the waste bag somehow, and it had been put down the chute! Certain it had gone missing, a Mega-Depression took hold of me. was gifted to me when I broke the last camera. I so appreciated that gesture, too; now I felt worthless. The joy when I found it hours later and started taking some evening shots was incalculable! Of course, this meant far fewer shots for the blog. The period between realising and thinking after the search I’d lost it, was a terrible time. Now, on with the scintillating, captivating, amusing, pragmatic, fascinating Inchy Today Blog. Hehe!.
I was woken when the Carer arrived at 07:10hrs. Not with it really, still so tired and sleepy. was an angel, she got the cream in the dodgy looking legs, the diabetic socks on for me, and all in a rush, she did a good job. The visit time being halved is making it all a rush nowadays. Can’t be helped, though. Thanked her and she took the rubbish bag with her on her departure. Such a nice gal. Took another bag I’d made to the door.
The day bag soon filled up!
End car park, no mud at all this lunchtime.
Sun fighting through, temporarily. Wonderful clouds.
Carer Chris called, not that I can remember that much about what happened. The computer work was going so slowly and mistake-ridden. Spent ages repeatedly searching for . Lost hours.
Found the camera!!! I’d apparently dropped into a shoe near the computer? How, when or why?
I used it immediately to take some sunset shots. I was overjoyed at finding it and lost my guilt.
First, a wide shot. Then a little closer. Then another, but not happy with the quality... Tried again… Not happy with this. Made a right mess this time. Seemed to get a shadow shot of the slit, and gave up!
