Most of the day, I was concerned about the banking mystery I got three voice messages over the first hour or so of my escaping the questionable pleasure of the second-hand, £300, c1968, overwhelmingly-sickening beige coloured, tatty, uncomfortable, wobbly, germ-producing, falling to pieces, Harold-Haemorrhoids-testing, food residue-collecting, fall-outable off, rusty, catheter-tube squashing recliner. But I could not hear what was being said, and I missed most of it, especially as they were reading out telephone numbers that I had to dial. Then another one came, which cleared the phone of the earlier ones, and I had no idea how to get them back again! At this point, I thought I’ll wait until a Carer came, and I asked for help – hoping it would be . It wasn’t; I think the lad has either left the job, fallen poorly or is fed up with my moaning? Hehehe!
Then, Carer (I think) it was, who arrived). Or was it Carer Charly. I can’t recall which came first now. With the fretting over the bank account being frozen… nothing else mattered for a while. Then, a telephone call came in!. After a while, trying to understand the man, who said he was from the bank and was concerned about some outgoing and needed to check them. It was from America; where the two big amounts came from? They had cancelled my account and will send me a new card in a few days’. They think that I’ve been frauded, scammed, got at, whatever. At the back of my Doreen Dementia mind, I was thinking, is this chap a scammer or really from the bank? Either way, he somehow convinced me that he was… he did not ask for any numbers or figures anyway = well, not that I can remember. No one to help me now; Carer Kara is away, and she can’t reset the shopping details… I rang off, but it was afterwards that I realised I’d got an order arriving from Asda and Ocado – will I get them or not with the card being suspended, whatever you call it… withdrawn? I tried to make an amendment to the Asda order. To see if the card was still active – it let me add a couple of things, but at the checkout, it wouldn’t let me! I checked on the numbers I’d put in earlier and tried again… Nope, no good. So I’ll not be getting the food then.
I can’t recall seeing the fridge so barren of food. Not that it mattered; I’ve got tons of canned food and nibbles all over the flat. Hahaha! I mentioned to Carer Charly on her next visit, and she said she’d bring some bread in for me late tomorrow. Bless her! I’ll try not to mention this again. Thought I’d get it out of the way. – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
Not many photos were taken. Just not interested for hours and hours I was trying to get my head around and settled over the banking mess. No shave again, not showering. I must drink!
This is the 2nd check colour.
Took this immediately after getting off the phone for the second time… I was more than concerned. So many possible different outcomes that may mature. Talking of mature… I must check the dates on the food in the fridge… Silly me! There are only strawberry desserts in there.
I was weeing well. Although I can’t take any credit doe it. At least fifteen emptying sessions twixt 15:00 to 19:00hrs!
Only the safe sun-setting shots here…
I took these over about half an hour.
To the left…
To the right…
Higher up. ahead.
Higher still…
Even though dour, it looks beautiful to me.
Last effort.
Nosh: At last!
Canned thick vegetable soup. Canned potatoes cut up and added. Seasonings; BBQ, sea salt, liquid smoke, basil, soy-bacon bits and a good dollop of some excellent tomato passata.
An oven-cooked baton of bread. Two pots of dessert – well, one of them was on its last eat-by-date. Carer Cheeky Charly called. We had no to use. Chemist & District nurse communication problems?
Day bag soon filled, then stopped in the afternoon?
I had a natter with my family from the Manor Laboratories in Cincinnati. Cute they are! ♥
INR blood test, tea & notepad.
Not exactly sure what this was supposed to be a photo of… But I got it wrong again. I’m good at that!
Afternoon sky – a bit glum here.
ODE TO GLUM That’s an odd word, innit, Glum?… Another odd word to me is sistrum… Could be because I’ve just taken my Diascorium? Whichever end of the social spectrum… Short of dosh, gelt, pounds, yen, or ngultrum, Have a drink, perhaps some rum? That should help you not to be glum!
Darker now, no sign of a sunset… Cragknangles!
The bottom field. Not a soul in sight… Chestnut Way car park… Not a soul in sight.
I rose, then went to empty the catheter’s wee-wee…
Stubbed my toe and muttered, “I see!”…
That is how the day’s going to be?
Walked into the door-frame, reacting huffishly!
Dropped the bucket when emptying the pee…
I swore and cursed somewhat lavishly!
Then to the Porcelain Throne, the lavatory…
The evacuation was loose and all gooey…
By Gawd, it was so sickeningly stinky!
The bank rang; rather demandingly…
Their questionnaire I’d not filled in, apparently?
She had a sweet voice, so I replied droolingly…
“Fret not; it’ll be done; you can rely on me!”
First I must ring about my upcoming urinoscopy,
She rang off, a little curtly…
I couldn’t find the bank’s letter, annoyingly…
Doreen Dementia many times presented tortuosity…
Not physically, of course, but mentally…
So I had a few hours of lost logicality…
But that’s nothing new nowadays to me.
£25 to get my toes cut, this time bloodlessly!
My brain and body often lost synergy…
Tested my patience and mental energy…
I’m not sure what that means exactly?
Concentrating brought on somnifacientity,
I fell asleep at the computer… became worry-free…
I dreamed I’d acquired knowledge & sagacity.
But it was part of life’s misleading sophistry.
I moan, and I groan… such is my sad proclivity!
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Friday 17th March… That rings a bell. Ah, Yes... St Patrick’s Day!
Cor Blimey, Flipping Heck and Fancy That! Not good, is it?
Lovely blue hue to the morning view!
Aha, Lord Sainsbury’s delivery, you see… Baked beans, Four bean soup, Gravy, mint sauce, mixed vegetables, chopped tomatoes with basil & oregano, porridge, and baking soda. Fresh Kenyan garden peas, Cheese & onion pie. Tomatoes and Parmentier potatoes. All stored away, with the cleaning stuff.
Aha, the wee-wee looks better.
Bootiful clouds.
Then it was off to the toe & nail-cutting gal at the hairdressing salon in Winwood Court.
Down to the main foyer, had a nosey around…
A look at the notice board…
Then along into Winwood Court through the link passage. Called on Warden Deana with some nibbles.
Then into the hairdressing salon. To get the toenails cut. Paid the £25, and handed out some drinkies. I departed, and along the passage back to the Woodthorpe Court, I realised I’d missed a lady off of the treats. So hobbled back and gave her a choice.
Lost balance as I was pushing the three-wheeled walker through the apartment door. No tumble… But did trap my hand in the door. Not to fret, though. It was the right hand. So hardly any pain was felt. Course, I may feel it later. Peripheral Pete does that sometimes, with a delayed reaction.
During the course of the day, I had visits from the following Carers; Josie, Carer Josef (3), Carer Sam and… No, I think that’s up to now.
Visited it only three times!
Liberty-Global Virgin Media went down again. .
Another good emptying colour here.
Then I took some sunset-less photographs of the evening sky over the next ten or twenty minutes.
An eerie side to this one.
Each one was worthy of some pareidoliaing!
Amazing!
The ultimate pareidolia one!!!
Oh, a break in the clouds!
Going to get some cooking done now. Back in the morning…
I’m back! Imitation lamb hotpot. Added some lamb, mint gravy, and too many potatoes from the oven, and I got stuck into it.
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – Waffle – – – – – – – – – – The regular waking-up time visit to the Porcelain Throne was delayed as I struggled to get the night pouch free of the day bag. So, my arrival was a little late. I assumed it would be like the last three days of Trotsky Terence’s ‘Splurt-splash, all done’ routine. I was wrong! After a few minutes of no action, I grabbed the pen and crossword book, thinking this could be a while. I was right!
I had to cheat for three answers, but I completed crossword 29, and still, no movement from the rear end. Yet the innards were telling me I needed an evacuation? I doubted the authenticity of these feelingsand rose from the Throne to check and clean things if needed; they weren’t.
As I was putting my dressing gown on, I felt things moving… I was only a pace away from the WC, but I only made it back on the seat just in time!
I joke not here nor exaggerate; the evacuated matter wouldn’t have filled a coffee cup! And over the rest of the day, I got repeated messages from the innards to return to the again. It fooled me again twice; the other ten times, I boldly ignored it! Up to now; 18:47hrs, no more evacuations. The stomach is getting bloated, and the messages continue?
Carers Jo-Anne, Kara and Chloe tended to me today. One more call to put the night bag on for me, safety check, taps cooker etc, and issue any painkillers or Peptac needed.
Again a struggle with the computer, but did get to answer a comment and get the site of Doug in the US of A. But trying direct from the site just doesn’t work most of the time. There will be a reason for this; the likeliest is . Is it something I’m doing wrong, or Putin or the Parole Board Murderers have hacked into my computer?
One highlight, I shaved around the lesion on the chin without drawing blood.
Rain and wind were on and off, but it didn’t last for long. Got a decent photo, though. That’s if I had the SD card in.
Around tea time, rang from the front door. It was a tenant that I’d not seen before from the lower floor – the instant I opened the door, I could smell the burning… seemed like a cooking mishap to me. The chap was in his dressing gown too, even a similar colour; of course, I looked nattier with having partly on show. Hehehe! He was checking we were alright and nervous about where the smell was coming from. It was potent after opening the door; it’s stayed smellable in here ever since. I didn’t see any emergency vehicles arrive.
Late again getting this started, but I did lose more time in adding the snippets, which I love doing.
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Good colour
Computer… still going. Fingers crossed!
The first wind & rain just starting.
Frit me to death!
Very good!
Rain back.
After the rain.
Late afternoon, bootiful!
Potatoes in the crock pot.
Stew looks good, just added the potatoes.
20:00hrs Gorgeous sight!
Going to get the nosh done now.
. Carer arrived as I was taking the fodder through to the room to eat it. Kindly let me have the nosh as it was not keeping warm, then did the night pouch fitting & medications. A much better effort tonight. It was not as hot as I’d intended it to be, but a great improvement on last night’s sad affair. Taste: 7/10
The moment I got down in search of sleep, it was as if someone had turned on a power switch. invaded the brain. I put the TV on to watch some rubbish, and somehow the brain coped with the crap on the TV along with the marauding waves of cruel thoughts – shame, guilt, etc., and a nasty few moments of reliving past mistakes! Humph!
Can life really be so confusing? Baffling, grinding and bemusing? Painful at times, but what the hell… It’d Doreen Dementia I’ve got to quell… The brain is ever battered and bruising, But how to extinguish her? Nobody can tell? – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
Blood in the night pouch.
I tried so hard to make these photos clear. But, no!
Straight down on the bottom field.
To the right, a smidgeon…
To the left, a little smidgeon.
Then into the maze of houses opposite.
Oh, good colour this time on emptying.
I got an email telling me that the Amazon order had been delivered!
My two boxes & other deliveries for 3 other flats in the block, Consisting of six packages, were left in the ground floor lobby. I got my dressing gown on, emptied the part full day bag, grabbed the 3-wheeler walker trolley, and set off down to the lobby. When I saw the stack of parcels on the table, my heart sank. This is the second time this week that items have been left to be stolen from the lobby area. Last time, I was not in good health, and two ladies helped me up to the flat with the items. This time, I was in better Physical Health. Not necessarily mental health. If I recall, the flats’ destinations were the 4th, 9th and 11th floors.
I got up to the first flat, and no one was in. So I left the parcel near the front door of the apartment. Then up in the elevator to the 4th floor and handed the man his parcels. Up to the 11th, and gave the lady her parcel, then I made my way back to my flat, got inside and hate kettle on…
But… –
As you can see above, I started to open my parcels and took out the contents of the split one… Ladies thingies! I got the spy-glass and realised it was for the lady on the 11th floor – I’d misread the label.
I grabbed Wally the 3-Wheeled Walker, exited the flat, and got back down to the 11th floor and apologised for opening it, and handed it to the lady. Who was alright about it.
Back to the flat, and opened what was my delivery. Tsk!
Food seasonings! Which were used later in the making of, well, potato & veg soup, I suppose. Then, I tried to catch the end of a film #I was watching when Amazon emailed me to lie about the delivery being done.
A proper good enjoyable oldie it was too. Peter (overacting) Cushion, Doug McClure – pure take-yourself-out-of-yourself stuff! At The Earths Core 1978: Terrible acting, scenery, and special effects… I Love IT! Shame that the DVD does not have any subtitles. Else I’d have bought a copy. Brilliant entertainment. Go with it to enjoy it! Anyway, thanks to Amazon, I missed it!
I also missed the sunsetting. Humph! Still, I took these later on… of the dank dark night…
I got the veg soup seasoned, simmered and served up.
Flavour rating: 9.2/10.
Emptied the day pouch in readiness for the night pouch to be fitted. But it wasn’t… I forgot all about it.
Amazing change in the urine colour on the first emptying
Social event notification.
Early evening. No sunset as such, but… I captured these two close-ups.
A man shouted at the panel… DELIVERY! I opened the foyer lock door… Then as I made my way to the door, I spotted the Amazon van pulling away…
Crap! He’s left the stuff down in the foyer, I bet! No choice left other than to go down and find out. Here I go! Which meant going down in my dressing gown with the catheter on display. Although at the time, this did not occur to me at all. (thanks, Doreen Dementia!) When I got down, and saw a stack of parcels left on the table near the door, some for me, and number 5 and 42 flats. It was when two ladies returning home came in, and I saw their faces as they looked at me, that I realised I had only got on the dressing gown and slippers! The kind ladies helped me with the parcels, one of them carrying one for me that would not fit on the three-wheeler walker. ♥ Bless Her! ♥
I’d ordered some giant cans of French Casserole. Citric Acid and vegan Bacon bits… Oh, and BBQ flavouring. I opened the boxes and got the waste I had made to the bin in the foyer. Then opened a can of the above meals… Of which five of the six cans had dents of varying degrees in them. Tsk! I got some potato chunks from the freezer and got them in the oven. Planning to add flavouring to the meal, then add the potatoes. Got the oven on the top heat setting, opened the can, and deposited the ingredients into the thick saucepan. It didn’t look particularly appetising to look at, but smelt rather delectable to me, anyway. 800grm of food, to which I added…
I settled into my crumbling rotting c1966. charity shop bought, the 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. With the intention of watching an episode of ‘Heartbeat’. Drifted off into sweet oblivion for about an hour. (Bliss!) pressing the door chime to release the tune “Oh, Susana” blasting into my face from the box opposite my location, bringing me back to the scary reality of my tormenting, , and torturing, plaguing real-time, and the actual reality that life’s quality is sinking fast. (Shame). Jozeph issued the medications, and . He enquired if I was cooking something cause he cols smell food burning… Potatoes; I’d left them in the oven – for over an hour!
Hobbling at warp-three to the kitchen, in a semi-panic, only to find that the potatoes were burnt… but to perfection, for me, just how I love them. A bit of good luck there; after so long, surely they should have been just cinders? Is the stove on its way out? Farewell to Jozeph or Jozef; I wish I could remember to ask him. Hehe!
On with the meal making such as it was. I’d added the tomato passata, basil, liquid smoke and liquid salt & vinegar earlier to let it marinate in the saucepan for a while to get the flavour. I served it on the tray and took a photo of the feast. But, into the ether, it went from the SD card. It must be something I’m doing wrong, surely for it to happen so often? I left half of the meal in the saucepan, intending to transfer it to a dish and put it in the fridge to have tomorrow – but changed plans when I went into the kitchen in the morning and found it had gelled together and did not smell too nice. So, I dished it. Huh, all that cost and effort as well! !
It was while eating and enjoying it that I could smell some burning? I returned to the kitchenette to check things. All seemed okay to me?
Back into the front room to have another session with the fodder… then I got a Peripheral Neuropathy delayed reaction; and felt the pain around my knuckles… Yes, I supposed must have burnt myself taking the potatoes out of the oven? This often happens to me. With the nerve ends, neurotransmitters are dying off (Peripheral Neuropathy). Sometimes, the supposedly instant transmissions from the nerve end to the brain get delayed. So literally, the brain did not get the message until much later.
This is the offending, oh, so painful right foot bottom. Where the yellow circle is, denotes where the pain is coming from. Despite Carers, two nurses, and three paramedics taking a look at it, they had no idea why I was in agony with it.
Chair, vacated by the morning Carer after giving me the medications nada checking the catheter. Checked the taps and stove; bless her!
To hate left from the kitchen window. And to the right…
The urine is a bit darker now… Flowing suddenly, and the bag is filling quicker than usual. A good sign… I think.
Sun out occasionally, no warmth with it mind.
Sun is out for an hour or so. took another shot. Bootiful sky!. Nice!
A decent-looking meal?. It was crap! Either my insides, Taste Buds, or whatever?
A sadly short sunset breakthrough… Went down so quickly tonight. Farewell…
I was still chesty and coughing. The foot & Catheter hurting. Fell blissfully asleep…
Carer Richard woketh me and sorted the Catheter Night bag. So tired and can’t remember much more… Zzzz
I woke at about 06:00hrs. The pains in the sole of the right foot were agonising. I tried to stand up, but the pain was so tender I had to sit down again. After a minute or two of ponderisationing, I decided to press the Wristlet Alarm. For I could not even get back up on my feet, let alone get to the Porcelain Throne (I don’t think I need to tell you what happened, very embarrassing indeed!) or unlock the front door.
I was having great difficulty hearing what the nice lady in Nottingham City Homes Control on the monitor was saying. This was hurting more than Mystery Rib Pains Petunia, Shaking-Shoulder-Shirley, or even Catheter Kathleen’s tune had been! It was only about, last a guess, 20 minutes before the Paramedics arrived, and the pains were already reduced to a level-5 rating as they arrived. But walking, or rather hobbling, took me a little longer to tackle. There were three of them, one I think might have been a trainee.
They did the usual ECG Temp etc. But could not even guess what was causing the pain in the foot. The lady had a close look underfoot, declaring that she could see nothing that might be causing the pains? However, they put a pad around the foot that should ease the pressure of standing up.
I just had to go to the Porcelain Throne, which I painfully did.
The pad fell off on my way back to the room.
They asked many questions, many of which I could not answer. The Carer not turning up for the medicationalisationings concerned them. I said they had probably had someone not turn in for work. And they were only about an hour late. Pressure on those at work today, methinks. They came an hour or so later; not their fault, no blame attached.
I told him about the Brain Scan due today and the lack of transport to get there. He assured me that the NHS transport would collect me. The man in charge, wrote a note for the carer to ring the number he’d circled on the QMC letter to ask for a lift for me. During their attendance, one asked me if I usually speak the wrong words. I said others had mentioned it, but I was not aware, pointing out that Dementia Doreen is to blame.
I remember ringing Meridian, but I could not hear properly. I went into a Mind-Blank-Mode for a while. A Carer arrived, Adele, I think. She medicated me. Then, I tried to get the blog for yesterday done…
I seemed in and out all day, mentally. Finally, at about 23:00hrs, the pain in the right foot became bearable… what the heck is it?
Carer Jozef and Carole Anne called. No idea if any others did. The pan had left me terribly confused… which, of course, I always am. But this was more acute in handicapping me.
The day flew by all the same. I’ll get the photos from the camera now and see if any memories ate prompted. I think they will be in order… Huh!
The day is now a blur to me. (Saturday A.M.)
The level of pain from the Mystery-Underfoot-Pain varied throughout the day, I think. From bad to chronic, Tsk! Yet some bits I recall in detail, others not at all, or vaguely. Then again, maybe I just think I remember? But do I? I sense I was laughing and joking with some Carers? But was I?
I’ve had a painful lump or bruise on my neck this morning. Mayhap, I had a tumble or walked into something. But did I?
I’ll get the photographs from the SD card and see if they help. I can recall the sunset being stronger… I think. I’ll get them loaded and onto CorelDraw to sort out and post here. – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
Woke in agony with the right foot underfoot pains.
Pressed the wristlet alarm when I realised it was too painful to stand up, let alone hobble around. Controller called the paramedics. Three arrived. (See above, please) Man left a note for Carers in their log book. Asking them to ring the QMC to try to book a lift to the Brain Scan job.
The District Nurse, or the Warfarin DVT nurse, or both (I think) arrived. O~ne rang the QMC for me, but I could not get through. She rang their main switchboard, and they tried but could not get through, (Leave a message each time). The lady will ring back as soon as she knows.
She did ring back. No lift was available, so she cancelled the appointment and rearranged it for March.
I got through to Easy-Link, and the kind lady accepted the booking for Wednesday, 15th March, at 13:15hrs for the brain scan. Bless her!
I was not in a good state, panic-wise and mentally, by then.
I thought it would be a good idea to let the Carers know that I am not going out this morning. So they do not get confused like what I am. Haha!
As I dialled Meridian, I suffered a Stuttering Stephanie Attack, and Dizzy Dennis joined in. I must have been waffling on intelligibly cause I was told I was talking rubbish. Which I naturally assumed I was, no doubt about that. I apologised and rang off.
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Feet-Leg
Paramedics notes View from the computer chair Hear perfect Urine Colour.
Getting late… Possible sunset brewing? Not made it, but beautiful all the same! Loved this one… Nightie-night!
Yet another depressing demanding, busy, can’t-get-anything-done day. Several of note: After approximately. six weeks of suffering, bleeding, blood in the urine, and general agony with , I got a letter from City-Care with help and advice on using and coping with the painfully stuck-in Little Inchy tube of . After several… no, many with bleeding from the filling pouch pulling at the tubing, I went a step further today, and the connector from Little Inchie to the pouch came off altogether! Having unknowingly and. unintentionally weeing all over myself, the letter with the tips arrived. They were in print to faded and small to read, mind you, anyway. But just one of the graphs, I could decipher. Drink no tea or coffee other than decaffeinated, Green or Herbal tea. I couldn’t read 80% of it; far too small a print… have I said that already?
Also, a Urine Score Card. Tonight it was level 7, I fear!
First photo of the day.
Blood in the night catheter.
Cleared up during the day, and the flow was much freer and more frequent. It did stink a bit, mind you. Dettol and air spray to the rescue.
Looked like there was a fire in the Basford area. I didn’t see any blue lights, though. Ten minutes later, and the clouds were preparing for the sunset?
Phase two… Phase three… Phase four… Then the mail arrived…
Confused, and wanting not to miss the sunset photos, I left them in a pile for perusing later back in the kitchen…
Wow! Awe-inspiring! Great colour variation! An almost marbled sky… Amazing, this looked like something solid and cream?
Tendrils…
Looks like a cave opening?
Tendrils back? Could be used in an alien film this one? Shot down at the car park Back up to the beautiful sky… To the left a bit… Gorgeous! Nightie-night!
Copy of last week’s BP results, etc., that cost me so much time in preparing to send to the Doctors as requested. You would not belive the mistakes I had to correct… probably still some in it. Humph!
I woke and had to force myself not to nod off again. The ablutionisationing just had to be done early today. So as to try and get the Sunday blog finished and get through the marathon shower[shaving and shi…, erm Porcelain Throne Sessioning done. get dressed and all the paperwork etc., ready for the trip to the hospital done in time. A challenge? Yes! But for a man of my calibre, brave, sophisticated, on the point of being heroic. Such a challenge is welcome. Yes, a two-hour-plus struggle, yet I relish such things. Indeed, I crave them! Please bear in mind I have not yet taken my medications.
On fumbling my way free of the clutches and crumb-containing aged, grotty-looking c1966 made, charity-shop-bought, horribly beige-coloured, £300, Harold’s Haemorrhoid-testing, non-operational, acne-giving, virus-breeding, rickety, easy-to-fall-out-of recliner…
Signs of much nocturnal nibbling having taken place were found on and around the waste bin at the side of the chair. Ahem!
I tackled the night bag detached.
A smidge dark, traces of some blood in there?
The bag was filling up quickly, but it looked a slightly better colour. I was planning to shower, so I thought I’d get rid of some urine in case it came on again while I was in the shower.
The teggies were done, and I got my feet in the bowl on the floor soaking in Dettol and was about to start shaving… the was suddenly needed. So it was to be – But what a messy affair! Of course, by the time I’d cleaned things up, the water in the bowl had gone cold. No problem, I’ll empty it down the WC and refill it… Did I say No Problem? I dropped the bowl. Had to clean things up again, but I was undaunted. Little did I know what dropsies lay in wait for me later in the day, as well! I got the shaving done with only three little cuts, I reached up to close the shower curtain…
I felt a little discomfort in the armpit… I got the camera to try and get a photo of it… A right red mark in there, and all the hairs had disappeared???
Was dried off with paper towels.
All looked well with the contraption.
I got things medicated, dropping the ear-holes olive oil and spilling much of it on the floor. Got dressed and off to the kitchen to get the kettle on. I knocked the saucepan off of the stove top when I dropped the milk bottle… I have to report that; There’s more to come later… Tsk!
I took a reasonably decent photo of the blue morning view.
arrived. Got the medications done, but he did not look very well. I felt guilty asking him to help in putting my socks on. Poor lad looked proper poor;y to me. Fingers crossed for him. He a grand chap.
I got the paperwork checked, including the times of the lift. Got myself downstairs to wait for the Easy-Lift minibus. Jenny was down there sorting some of her charity work to be collected, bless her cotton socks. Lovely to see her. The van arrived, and the lady got me to the hospital with no bother. Thank you. I’d not taken the camera with me, cause it’s bigger than the new ones and would be awkward to use and keep safe. I got these two photos from the web when I got home.
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I got inside and joined the queue for the receptionist. A nice lady greeted me, and I gave her the paperwork, which she checked, and told me someone e would be down to see me shortly. I thanked her and moved into a seat as instructed. Remembered that I’d not got my mask on (Covid), so got it on post-haste. After a minute or two, Mr Mann came to me, checked m name and commanded (I’m not joking), to follow him, which was not easy as he’d got a good rate of speed on him. Into his office, sat down, and I was out and going back to the reception in… I’d estimate five minutes max. He got annoyed when I could not hear what he was saying. But he only asked me three questions anyway. I think they were; how long have you had the catheter on? 8-9 weeks! Have you had a bladder scan? Yes! He asked a third question that I had to guess. Then he said; That’s it then; we’ll see how you go when they take it off. You’ll not see me again! Very nice! Back to the reception area to await the lift home. It was due in about an hour or so. I got the pen and crossword book out and gave it a go for gouty minutes or so. It was hard work reading the clues, but I enjoyed it. Even if I didn’t get many answers, it kept my brain going.
I got the pains in Little Inchie, and I knew that the catheter bag must be full and filling the tube with nowhere to go. I couldn’t check it, because it would mean taking off my trousers. I thought I’d join the queue again to ask if it was possible for me to use the WC to empty the bag. But the kind lady who greeted me came over to me and asked if I was waiting for a lift or do I want her to call anyone. Kind! I explained my unfortunate condition, and she got two… I say two nurses who took me to the closet and emptied the pouch ♥! Not only that, but as I was about to go with them, the Easy Link minibus arrived. The kind lady said you get your bag seen to; I’ll tell the diver what’s happening. She made me feel important. Unlike the Doctor, who knew I was an NHS imposter and had no qualms about looking and talking down to me. The two nurses, by the way, I think, were in the photo from the web. Fourth and sixth from the left. ♥♥♥
The driver, chappie, was patient with me and soon had me back at the flats. I gave him drinkies from the three-wheeled-walker trolley basket.
I met Carer Carol-Anne in the lift. She sorted the meds for me..
Dropped a mug of tea!
All clean up.
SOD ME! AGAIN!
Peed off now!
Started A pan of vegetable stew. Knocked the knife box off of the ledge when taking photos.
AGAIN! Knocked the box off!!!
Great space-related shots? Hehe!
Later…
Carer Charly.
Time for Food!
Oh, no, it isn’t!
Arrived. Very tired and not looking well at all, poor lad. He got the night pouch attached to the , and he gave me some Peptac. I got him a cold drink of spring water to help cool him down. Richard was sweating and had a croaking voice. I fear he may have to rest and see his doctor soon. Fingers crossed! Hope he can get through the day; bless him.
Time for Food!
It started with a can of cheapo Asda vegetable soup and a can of tomatoes. I seasoned it with some BBQ marinade, sea salt & Oxo cubes. I added some peas and potatoes from the slow cooker. Then cooked some potato cubes in the oven until nice and crispy (the ones that Richard rescued as he arrived), crispy hard on the outside, and added them to the saucepan of vegetable delights. It was a struggle getting it prepared, what with the four-pronged walking stick and carrying the night pouch about with me. I did manage one more , spilt some soup on the kitchen floor while dishing it up.
Not that it bothered me or got me grinding my teeth, cursing venomously, encouraged self-loathing, nearly making me cry, or spitting blood…
Then, the feasting started! Somehow or other, I ate the entire bowlful, and it was a large bowlful. I enjoyed it and even went into the kitchen afterwards to wash the dishes and check if anything had been missed in my previous cleaning up. All went well… apart from I’d left the cold tap running, the hob heat on and dropped and broke the sauce pot washing up. ARGH! An irritated, self-annoyed Inchie could then not get off to sleep… well, not for ages, anyway. Grrr!
