Category: Twitching Neck Nigel

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Today was yet another mind-floating, uncertain, confusing day. In which my mind took more detours, made more mistakes, deviations, took repeated vacations, miscalculations, while finding time to worry about so many things that are all in abbeyanbce. 
The computer is being sorted by Asif. Full of uncertainties. And the Oligarchs: Virgin Media’s memorable name. British Gas, the promised engineer to get a meter reading, is not showing up – I’ve been trying to sort this one out for years since they last had a reading. The NCC man is coming today to check on all my financial situations, so he can pass or say nae to the Carer’s extra hours appeal. The nurse is coming to look at the top of my head cuts, only a few of them. She may also change or fit a new . It feels like it is about time for it to be done. But then again, what do I know? Very little with any certainty. A lot of self-doubt and ever-present suspicions that what I am doing might be wrong. Hehe! 

I’m going to use photos as a prompt. Why?
The reminders on the notepad seemed to have gone off into the ether… Again!
Got up late, took these

Later from the balcony

End car park.

Getting used to the warped keyboard now.

The sun is on its way down.

Almost gone, nightie-night!

Eerie-looking end of the car park.

The sky is now blue.
Beautiful distant shot.

Front car park.

There is a reason that today’s meal looks sort of radioactive tonight, well, a few.
: Refused to let me read the instructions on the ready meal packet. Spy-Glass-Gloria didn’t help either.
MY BEST GUESS at deciphering the cooking time was 8 minutes. Too late to help, but Carer Ejaz later checked, and it was 3 minutes, not 8. I put too much Leicester cheese on top of the pie.
I also used the wrong Tiryaki sauce. The one I used was for marinating.
The pie blew up in the microwave. But the mess did not get through the cheese; there was far too much of that on top. The burnt bits blended in with the gravy, potatoes, and cheese. It was not too hard on , as long as I moved each spoonful to the left of my mouth to chew, and it took some chewing, too!
However, I enjoyed it!

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Today was busier than both!
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At least I can read the memory pad notes easier, cause I’m doing this in the morning. (Tuesday morning) The eyes have not begun to blur badly. They will later.

Not knowing what was to come, I started the day with the help of a visitation. The first hour or so was…well, fantastic!
Catheter Pouch off. Bins sorted. Ablutions were tended to. It was in charge this time. But the pain and effort needed didn’t bother me at all, not with in attendance. While I was almost playfully fighting to get the torpedo to flow, I remembered the Cancer-phoo-test-kit. So I stopped before the torpedo appeared to fetch the kit.
I tried to force the submarine out again. Again, it didn’t bother me, with Horis on site. All went well, and I got it done, bagged and in the envelope and sealed. Just as the intercom burst into life, Carer Ejaz rang to be admitted. And as I left the wetroom after checking it for taps running, I met him in the mini-hallway.
Ejaz checked the sample and took it with him to post it for me. Dealt out the medications. Phorpain gelled my shoulder, & lower back and . Which also helped with Arthur Itis, and’s pains eased a little. I thanked him, and off he went, throwing me a ‘Tara’ as he left.

Then things went a little out of sync, and things got busier, much busier. In fact, scarpered post-haste, and at the same time
Although the git stayed with me for the rest of the day. I had so many other things to sort or try to, as you will see, the cacophony of cruel interruptions had an inexhaustibility never known before. My blogging efforts were abandoned. They flowed in one after another, unintermittedly, back-to-back, incessantly… But I’m Not Complaining! Just mentioning.

ONE: 25 minutes; (Welcomed) My sweetheart nurse arrived to check the state of my top-of-the-head wound. Replaced the dressing and said it could come off next week. Not the head, the plaster padding. Hehe! She also checked Little Inchie’s bleeding lesion; now that the Catheter has been relocated back to the left leg. At this point, from somewhere, by humour came forth as she was about to take down my fluffy protection pants, I quipped: Well, if you’re going to wash or medicate it, first you’ve got to find it…’ adding quickly, ‘Would you like to use my glasses or my spy glass?‘ I loved it when she burst of with a smile followed by a giggle. Hope she passes that one on to the other nurses. Haha!

TWO: 7 minutes; (Welcomed tentatively)
The agency INR Warfarin gal arrived, took the blood samples within 7 minutes, and left.
A Speedy Gonzalesess?

THREE: 7 minutes; Jenny 🤎 emailed about the Computer man. Always helpful that gal. 🤎

FOUR: 10 minutes; Ejaz made a call.

FIVE: 12 minutes; Someone from the Doctor’s surgery telephoned me on the landline. Saying I ought to ask a Carer to help me buy a head shaver, to avoid all the bangs and cuts I keep getting on my bonce.

SIX: 9 minutes; Someone else rang from the Doctor’s surgery, with the results of the INR Warfarin blood test and new dosages. Easy-peasy, 1½ each day.

SEVEN: 2hrs and a bit: It was a landline call from someone other than the person who rang earlier. We lost connection a few times, but the lady was patient each time and rang back. Bless her. I didn’t make a note of who it was, but gathered that the surgery is setting up a geriatrics panel to monitor old foggies like me, and see if anything can be done to assist us. She asked if I had any difficulties. 
Well, of I went, verbally, about the problems and things I can’t cope with. On and on I rambled. I didn’t want to miss the chance to let them know how I am struggling. Extra Carers’ hours and why. The laundry is not getting done, and I have had to bring it back up for three weeks now. Explaining that it is not the Carers’ fault. With so many hospital and clinic visits they have to go with me on, there’s no time left for laundry or cleaning. I mentioned my walking into the road having a seizure when we went to the Dentist. I got a little tongue-tied trying to recall what I wanted to say to give a proper picture of how I’m struggling. At times, I had to cope as  
The lady was kind and bore with my situation.🤎 
I told her of my seizure at the ENT. Also, of my escapade getting back from the Neurologist’s visit. Falling over in the tram, yobboes aggression in the slab square. I got the wrong bus and had to walk all the way back up Winchester Street Hill, stopping at least ten times to ease the pain in my chest. Dropping my mobile when the Carer at the flat was waiting for me to return. A stranger who helped me find the bus. Verbals from yobboes as they drove past. I assume I must have mentioned other things as well. Oh, yes, I think I mentioned that, although it has not been diagnosed, I do not need anyone to do that, I have developed Arithmaphobia. This is causing me financial problems. And most important to me is that it is handicapping me from doing my blog, which was just about the only thing keeping me going.
6 months ago, it took me an hour to do the template; now, we are talking 3 hours minimum. Depression is a result. Seizures in a day can range from 0 to 12. The shorter ones are taking so much longer to recover from. And recovering can take so long, during which I dare not stand up. I just wait until the vision and confusion go away. Then gingerly test out the balance; often, well, usually, I can judge it accurately. This brought to mind the time I woke up after having a nocturnal seizure and decided to stay where I was to give myself time to recuperate. But this happened during a time when Trotsky Terence was in control of the back passage and innards. I felt the gurgling and pressure on my rear end and got up quickly to the Porcekain Throne to avoid the often-occurring premature leakage. As I stood up, I collapsed as if I didn’t have any legs, landing on a waste bin, then down onto the floor with a thud. Pressed the alarm wristlet, Warden arrived, and paramedics were summoned. Off to the hospital, eight bones in the hand and wrist, five in the left knee. Heart failure 3 weeks later, while still in the hospital.
Also, a fear of opening letters, and I  have a mini-stack of them at my side now. I’m waiting for a Social Worker to call, and then I can show them. 

Ah, a breather… Erm, No…

EIGHT: 16 minutes:
Blooming ‘eck, hello-hello & Crikes!
Message from the Bank Manager!
Wanting me to arrange a visit, and take a Carer with me, as I did on the last one. No cause or reason given. Just said it was ‘Important & Urgent’. I tried to find out what it was for, but he was tight-lipped.
I’m Worried Now.

Finally, around 23:00hrs, I got something to eat.I dropped the tray in the kitchen!
Did I cry? No!
But I swore & cursed a bit!
Made do with some crispy nibbles.
I couldn’t eat biscuits cause of
Tired, weary, confused, worried,
The eyesight was fading fast.
Clambered gingerly into the bed.
Had to get up again to check if
I’d left the taps or the cooker on!
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kicked off. I realised that I’d not
put the night bag on when I felt the
flow-back pain. Got out of bed.
Grabbed the night pouch and
did some more swearing as I
got it fitted. All the time,
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reminding me of past and 
present worries. Huh!
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I was unquestionably out-of-it, more than with it, this stuttering, confused, mind-bending Saturday.
A mind-bending Saturday? Why? 
I’ll try to recall things, but many will be missed, hopefully. Cause they are bound to involve failings, Seizures, daydreaming, going off-track, and various minor calamities with the Catheter (again!), glaucoma and cataract problems, and other bits of depression,  moaning and self-pity. Which will not be missed or of interest. It is now Sunday morning at… no! Sunday afternoon just gone, 13:30hrs, and I’ve only just started this blog. I do not want to moan. 
No doubt the serious bits may get a mention, Ahem!
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I stirred back into pretend life at 07:20hrs. Jumped out of the bed and did a double back-flip, while yodelling and picking my nose, landing on one foot and started shadow boxing… Haha!
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Grumpliy, noticing that during the 5 hours of unbroken sleep I’d enjoyed, the Catheter had only amassed about an egg cupful of urine from the bladder. More problems to cope with, but I’m just saying, not moaning.
The following four lines on the memory pad were unreadable, but it was probably miserable stuff, moaning again, so not to worry.
It was more painful than usual. Maybe she’d been giving me some hassle while I was sleeping, and that was why she was more stinging than usual? I’m not moaning! I then sorted the three waste bins into one refuse sack and bound it. And took a couple of snaps of the glum morning view of the skies, with little puffy clouds on the horizon.

Carer Ejaz arrived, I greeted him, and we had a careful, slow dance. I’m not joking. We are both bonkers, maybe. And Ejaz took it steady, ’cause he knows how painful my shoulder’s been lately. Ejaz called the District Nurses again about the Catheter. He is fasting on his second day until evening; then I can offer him some nibbles of his choice and an iced coffee later. Ejaz issued the morning medications, tablets, and medicine. Then got some Phorpain Gel on my right shoulder. Checked the scuff marks underneath the Catheter straps, and applied some of the acne & eczema cream on them.
Also, put some under the massive, seal-like but wobbly belly fold that I’ve gained since not being able to get out much. Well, at all without a Carer.
But, I’m not moaning, just saying!
Ejaz then checked if I’d done my teggies, olive-oiled my earholes, and used the Anusol or Germoloid creams on Harold’s Haemorrhoids yet. I had probably written four lines of undecipherable bad writing on the notepad. Oh yes, I’d also undergone a visit tothe Porcelain Throne.
I’d have thought I’d remember that without being prompted. I can now.
It was a right gooey, sticky affair. But at least it was back to a brown shade.

Started the Friday blog well late in the day. I went to make a brew of Glengettie, which I’m sure of doing. Not sure if I actually made one. Why? The haziness dawned. I started on the computer and found myself doing CorelDrawing and Painting, in between other things. I got myself in a right pickle, and forgot all about this blog needing to be done. Hours later, it dawned on me, at the same time Darius dawned. Nothing had changed from when I was mindlessly, but contentedly making mistakes in CorelDraw, doing things that didn’t need doing until Sunday… I think.
Then, I lost interest in doing anything, and… this is true. I woke up in bed hours later. I can’t even recall getting into bed, and it is a painful job for me to do, and I still can’t remember doing it. I was all over the place, mind-wise, for a while as I lay there trying to figure of why I was in bed.
Getting out-of-it is another struggle. I resisted at first, then realised the Nurse may be calling, and feared she may have been while I was in the land of nod and would not hear the doorchime. Unsure, I got up, painfully, grabbed ,
and went to the front door to see if any notes had been put through the letterbox. A Royal Mail envelope lay on the floor; it was from HMG, and I left it there. I’d not taken with me.

I got back on the computer and, instead of starting the blog, I went on Amazon and placed an order! I found this reminder on Sunday afternoon, when I saw an email telling me I’d ordered some stuff. I investigated : what the heck had I ordered now? I went to the Amazon site.
Paper table-bowls? What? I’ve got dozens of them in the kitchen cupboard. I need help.
Bombay potatoes; Well, that’s okay, I’m down to my last packet.
5litres of bleach? I am aware that bleach nowadays is weaker. I know this because when I pour some washing-up liquid & bleach into the mug or mugs to soak them, they used to come out sparkling clean. Now, it takes half a bottle for it to be effective. But what made me think this was going to work? And per litre, it’s twice the cost of the ones I was using? Dad used to call me doollaly (Not in possession of all one’s mental faculties), and now I am doollaly!

Then, wandering off topic again, I put the clothes that weren’t yet properly dried in the wetroom, leaving the bank-balance-buggering immersion heater on to get them dried. Hanging on the shower rail. I used the long picker upperer to get them up. Being in the wet room reminded me of something… I still had not completed the Phoo test kit for returning to the Bowel Cancer Programme at the Queen’s Medical Centre Hospital. Fancy me forgetting something!

The day was almost gone, and after Ejaz departed after his teatime call, I got the meal prepared. All soft and edible with anyone like me, short of teeth, with those remaining chipped, cracked, loose, painful, and no doubt missing their fallen-out or pulled-out neighbours.
Instant potatoes made with no-butter butter, sea salt, and red Leicester cheese, in the bowl, bashed and mashed together. I added Teriyaki sauce on top.  
To leave it a while so the sauce seeps down into the spuds.
I closed the computer down while crying and cursing myself for not being with it enough to realise I hadn’t started the blog yet. Ran a scan check and went to put the spuds in the microwave. Then got some bread, pickled green tomatoes, and red peppers (I had to ask Ejaz to open the jar for me earlier). Looked and smelled so good. Added the last of the sausages and microwaved the pots & hostages. No, Sausages. Sorry, Herr Keir Starmer. Hahaha!

A last snap of the amazing, most baffling, out of touch, disoriented, out-of-the-loop, abstracted, inattentive, sidetracked, absent-minded Saturday of this year. The sky in this photo turned out a smidge brown?
I’m not moaning, just saying!

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Nottingham Victoria railway station, a grand 12-platform terminal opened in 1900, was demolished between 1967 and 1968, shortly after closing on September 4, 1966.
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06:45: I forced my body to wake and took off the nocturnal Catheter pouch. NEXT! Then I needed the Porcelain  Throne. Messy again, very messy, phooey.

Carer Ejaz arrived as I was sorting the waste bins. He issued the medications and fitted a new day Catheter. 
A few scars on the right leg were treated with cream. A few knew welts had appeared since yesterday.
The top strap seemed to be trapping the tube from the bladder & Little Inchie. No urine was flowing through the tube to the bag. I couldn’t see any urine in the penis-to-bag tube either. This caused me concern throughout the day. The pain increased slowly in Little Inchie. I couldn’t remember (How many times have I used this statement? Hehe!) how the top strap fitted near the flow pipe. But it didn’t seem trapped; only a little urine was passed throughout the day. The uncomfortable bladder flow-back pains persisted.
We decided to see how it goes; sometimes this happens, and a relief-giving flow starts after a while. Ejaz said he’ll call the Nurse if it hasn’t improved by morning. At this stage, my EQ communicated, basically saying, “You ain’t seen nothing yet!” He was right!

NEXT! When I opened CorelDraw, selected a graphic, and the bottom-right icons, which usually, well, have always shown Fill RGB and outline RGB, were now showing Mesh Fill with no colour code? What happened? Have I done something wrong again? I suspect I have, but what? During the day, I searched and searched for the problem on Google.It took me an hour on my first try to understand the question, but the solutions did not work. This might have been due to my not fully understanding them, since it involved going into settings I had earlier left alone because they were so confusing. Many of the instructions I followed to the letter, to find whatever I was supposed to click to get through the maze of options, would not appear there. I asked a Carer to look at the settings page to ensure it wasn’t me, and they weren’t there in plain sight; sight being my main problem. I had four goes at sorting this, getting more different advice from Google. I searched but could not find a Colour Styles option tag anywhere, just a confusing, not recognised styles tag. Which was probably my fault, cause bt then it was 2100hrs, and the eyes were fading fast. Then, I found a tip on cancelling Styles, and nervously, unsure if it was the right or wrong thing to do, after just 14 clicks to another section or part, I pressed the remove button for all the options. It didn’t work, I gave up and started this blog. At 0100hrs, I tried again, and the deleted (I thought) Saved Styles were all still there. I selected each one in turn and pressed remove. I gave out a loud  Dada! Restarted, and the bloody Mesh Fill was still on.

I suppose these things are just a natural part of the mysteries of old age, Dementia, & Woodthorpe Court, with the hobgoblins, spectres, gnomai, phantasms, ghosts, the grotesque succubae, extraterrestrials, ectoplasms, & spirits. Receptive Aphasia Phyllis, Paroxysmal dyskinesia, Episodic Ataxia, Ménière’s disease, Dark, Deep, Depressing Darius, Peripheral Neuropathy Pete, Nicodemus’ Neurotransmitters Dying, Glaucoma Gladys, Stuttering Stephany, Lymphorrhea Leslie, Premordid Cognitive Impairment Inchie, the damned seizures, or the Fata Morganas that has been sent to taunt, irritate and terminate my already limited saneness of mind. Sandra’s Seizures, Memory-Mangling-Mavis, Toothache-Tiffany, Carol’s Catheter Contraption, Whoopsiedangleplops, Accifauxpas, Earache Erasmus, Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley, Cataract Katie, Whoopsiedangleplops, Fractured Knee Frank, And Mechanical-Aorta-Valve-Victor. A wide variety of ailments, you’ll agree?

Carer Mizra arrived, and the advice to me by Jenny, for Carers about the washing machines, I’d forgotten.
So I asked Mirza to take the call, I think. Use the number two machine, put it in delicates mode, and the wash is done quicker. And he went down to put the washing in the machine as he left.

NEXT! I was struggling with the CorelDraw problem for 40 minutes, then put the computer in Sleep Mode, made a brew of tea, drank it, and then went down to move the washing from the washer to the dryer. The snag I found with the delicate mode was that the clothes felt wetter than usual as they went into the dryer. Back up to my cell… no, flat, and carried on getting nowhere with the CorelDraw problem for 40 frustrating minutes, getting nothing else done, blog not yet started. (Didn’t get around to it until late Saturday.)
Frustrating to say the least. Grumph!
NEXT! The clothes were not completely dry; many of them weren’t. So I got them in the bag, dropping several items again, which did the lower back and Dizzies no good. Then back up again to the apartment. Got in, and another Vyne Catheter delivery arrived, with just one giant tub of button-press Cetraben.

NEXT! Then, I tackled the problem of the still-damp washing I’d collected. I took an extra Codeine 30g first to ease the pain of the physical efforts exerted. Then, the four dressing gowns and two Kagoules needed drying enough to wear one. I hung them up on the shower rail in the wet room, with the expensive convector wall heater turned on, two at a time, swapping them for two more twice over the day. No wonder I didn’t know what I was doing, so many things started at the same time, I got confused, and had here with me all day, into the morning. 

NEXT! Then, the ten-minute max £35 charging toenail cutter arrived. Lovely gal, but annoying to my bank manager. Haha! I managed to get the feet washed; a bit of a job using the picker-upperer to dry the feet with paper-towelling before she came, and she put fresh socks on for me after snipping the nails – bloodlessly, too. She also put on athlete’s foot powder.

NEXT! The district nurse arrived. Tended to the leg wound, still okay. And photographed and put a plaster on my head wound for me. 🤎

NEXT! Jenny had read my blog, where I said it can be difficult to get a lift with Easy Link, as we have to have the right amount and pay in cash each time. Frank came to the flat and swapped £20 of coins for a twenty-pound note. That was so kind of them. 🤎

NEXT! Another two HMG envelopes arrived in the post today, which reminded me I still have to complete the faeces diagnosis kit.

NEXT! Still not having solved the CorelDraw mesh problem, I pressed on at long last and decided to use CorelPaint to complete a graphic I’d started. 
I still have not started this blog! But first, I needed a break, so I went out onto the balcony for a view of the scenery… which backfired on me, in the mental state I was in with all the hassles coming together or close to each other; I saw the collection of unused wheelchairs and walkers on the balcony! Two walkers and three, I say three bloody wheelchairs I’d bought! I’d forgotten all about them. Something else that, another job that got lost in the ether of depression, frustration, and impossibleness of abiogenesis and the endogenousness of life.
The Red Cross was going to send someone to check for safety and help fit the footplate platforms on the last one I bought. That was a self-propelled one.
The second one I bought from Amazon was displayed as a self-propelled one with large wheels. It came with tiny wheels and, obviously, no self-propelling rings. I told the Red Cross man who visited me in the hospital that it was new and unused, and that they could have it for helping me with the latest one. The first one, I couldn’t fit into, and it had no footplates either.
I never did get any help to sort them out. Although they did supply me with a walking stick.

Later, still no advancement in the CorelDraw mesh problem, I went to make a brew and ended up taking three night sky shots.
I wonder if the planet in all three photographs is Venus or a distant moon?

Surely the moon should be bigger than this planet? And Tim Price often catches the two in the same frame? I must remember to ask him what he thinks.

I made a very belated mug of Glengettie tea, left it to brew, and went back to the computer backlog of blogs to try and get some done. Forgetting all about the mug in the kitchen. Bugged my what the heck I’d done in CorelDraw to mess it up. I tried to sort the Styles grid mess that I’d made. Another hour and a bit lost without any success! Well, at least not for me, it brought on again, and things were getting to me now. The lack of blog progress, ailments and my unknown cock-ups on CorelDraw & Paint.
I was pretty-well, enervated, devitalised, sulky, self 
I found myself berating and criticising myself.
I can’t believe it, how the last few days have got worse than the day before. 
Worries mounting, CorelDraw & Paint, Carer hours increase, going into a home, or neither? Then realised something had gone right for once. I’ve got the hearing aids mended. I should be feeling happy… But no. Through having to take a Carer with me to the clinic, I’ve had all that bother with the washing to do. Bad back, Dizzy Spells, right shoulder agony, Catheter playing up, making Little Inchie bleed, very little urine getting into the Catheter bag, even after the Nurse checked it out? Toothache, too. Oh, dear, I’m moaning yet again, sorry. My concentration is farcical, it’s nearly time for the teatime Carer’s call. I’m not going to moan any more… Well, I’ll try not to. So many reasons keep popping up. Surely I must have a decent day, just one more before
I go to St Peter’s gate and door?

Into the kitchen to get the kettle on again.
The planet that I saw before was no longer in view. I still took a photograph. Well, a few. How did they come out? Well, they were pretty poor.
But I’m not moaning, you can be sure.
Even though my teeth hurt, and my right shoulder is still sore.
I’ll have to cope with my physical & mental gore.

Time to get some food, I think, some sausages. With instant mash, sauce, salt and no-butter butter.
But, No! Oh, No!
Fell asleep, woke up later in the morning, bin full of empty snack packets and biscuit crumbs.

At least I didn’t leave anything on the cooker.
No taps left running, I even turned off the heater.
Maybe my fate & luck are going to get better?
Yeah, and I’m a red setter!
Oh, dear, I’m gerrin’ sarkier!
Let’s face it, my future looks darker,
I may get diagnosed as free of Ataxia?
I’ll wake up tomorrow feeling merrier?
I could get extra hours for the Carer?
Or, be sent to an old people’s shelter?
At least romantically of Grizelda?
Little Inchie may grow bigger?
But cause problems with the Catheter?
Win the lottery, and become wealthier?
Lose life’s chaos, turmoil, disorder?
Or, find myself arguing with St Peter?

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Another shortie blog. Luckily, I took some photos, most from the balcony and kitchen window, to help prompt my memory. has been working overtime for the past two days. And a few seizures only helped to warp and confuse things.
I got up at 07:00hrs. It was a struggle to force myself, and a vague feeling woke with me and stayed all day.
Where the heck is my reminder pad sheet for the day gone? The day had a few busy bits in it, I think. And paid far too many visits.
Carer’s Ejaz and Mizra served me today.

Jenny got in touch with a computer man weho saud he should be able to help me with the computer problems. Bless her, she’s so kind. I sent an email to the address given, explaining my problems. No answer yet, but give them time.

The Warfarin DNA blood test was done.

I had three missed calls on my mobile; no numbers showed up.

The Amazon Kagholes and dressing gowns arrived, and I tried one of each on, but the others are in storage.

The quaint battery-operated calendar clock battery ran out, but I didn’t notice, and was overjoyed when I glanced at it, thinking, Ah, I thought it was much later, now I can have a go at the Ode at last. I spent an estimated hour on the Ode, thought I’d have a mug of Glengettie, made it and returned, and saw that the same time was on the clock. I checked on the computer, and it was gone midnight!

Early sky shot.

Mud slide, it was raining again.

Noticed the clock time. Hehe!,
Notice the toothache spray?
I’m nearly out-of-it now.
Better get some more ordered and a letter of apology for the Bank Manager formulated.

Rain and the sun were trying to come out.
A pareidoliaing delight.

These seaweed crisps are okay for me to eat, but the tangy ones are too hard to risk biting into in their current painful, crumbling-away state.
I hope Jenny & Frank might like them. If not, Jenny can pass them on to someone in need.
She is very good at this. 🤎

I’d forgotten about the teggies
and gums. Silly-me.

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It’s tomorrow morning, approximately 01:00hrs, and I’ve only just started this blog.
I didn’t have the Ezetimibe tablet last night. The Doctor recommended that I take it in the morning. However, the weird staying awake and with it has started again. Humph! 
I’ll use the photos to remind me, and can recall the dangerous trip to the Doctors (bad), the visit (OK), & trip back (Good). The trip there and back each involved Accifaupas… several.
I woke up, with on the rampage. emptied the Catheter bag, and got the kettle on as I slowly regained my senses. Well, I say regained, I mean searched for any remnants of sense, and pretended to find some.

I took snaps of the foggy morning.

Made the brew of Co-op 99 tea, sorted the waste bags, and flew into the wetroom… well, hurriedly hobbled into the wetroom. Trotsky Terence was in full control. I’m getting fed up with the evacuations alternating so often.
As usual with Trotsky, I had a long job cleaning up after the event.
I gathered the necessary ablutional items, towels, cloths, picker-upperer, cut-plasters, bowl, and disinfectant for soaking my feet while I shaved at the sink. First  Accifauxpas: I slipped when I carefully (I thought) lifted my feet out of the bowl. I did not go over, but I strained the right shoulder and back as I urged my body towards the shower chair for support. Used paper towels to dry the plates-of-meat, using the picker-upperer to avoid bending down. Back to start the shaving, it went well, I thought, and it seemed all done in a quick time. Being a pareidoliaser, I spotted the nose & face in the paper towels in this photo, can you see it?
Back to the kitchen and snapped the same view as earlier. Blue mist now. Realising I’d not finished shaving. I noticed the foam on my face. I’m quick sometimes yer know. Haha! Well, shall we settle for a lot slower than I used to be, but not worried too much, as at least I’m not losing it. Well, that’s another Starmer (lie), ’cause it’s apparent I am losing it, but I’ve given up worrying about it.
The early morning delivery arrived, and I got it sorted as best I could. As I finished the job, Carer Ejaz arrived.
When he did a body check on me, he took off my hat, and photographed the top of and back of my head. Declaring that I had got 18 cuts from shaving. All tiny, and the bloblets of blood had gone hard. I thought he was joking. I felt the neck and head, and I could feel each one. Medications were given, and Phorpain Gel was applied. Said ‘Tara!’ and I went to the kitchen and took a third shot of the view. Changed again.
I grafted away, finalising Tuesday’s post and sent it off to WordPress. Ejaz returned at midday for medication, if needed, and a safety check. Said he would be back later for the trip to the Doctors. Ejaz returned, and I gave him cash for the bus fares he needed. He arrived a little later than planned, so we forgot things as we rushed to catch the bus, Ejaz putting the laundry in the washer as we went out.
When we got to the bus stop, we realised we were too late. Ejaz merrily said, “Ah, well, we’ll walk down”
Accifauxpas Hill, I’ve renamed Winchester Street.
Ejaz was ahead of me, and I was struggling to keep up with him, especially with pushing the three-wheeled walker on the muddy, leaf-filled, broken tarmac of the footpath. Then, pains started right across my chest as I was not breathing too easily. (Once I got down on level ground, the pain began to dissipate). However, I walked into a garage door, then a telegraph pole.
We got on Mansfield Road and went to a bus stop. I tipped on getting into the bus. The trip was only three bus stops, but walking it would have meant another steep hill to climb.
We got into the Surgery, signed in, and sat down. I fell asleep (Exsertions?) Ejaz and the Doctor woke me, and into the room we went.
The first Question was: Why have you come to see me today? I replied, You sent me an email asking me to come? I’m sure we discussed me moving into a home. The Seizures. The Ezetimibe might be the cause of my change in sleep pattern. The Doctor said that it is unlikely and suggested taking the tablet in the morning, not at night. They were not meant to be taken at night. Then said she is going to send a phoo-sample kit to me, to be returned. Other things were spoken of, I think. I’ll ask Ejaz when he comes next.
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The trip home.
We left the Surgery and walked to the Lidl store, shot in, and I got some Custard Creams. Then we went out to catch a bus to Sherwood. Again, I tripped as I got into the vehicle. We alighted as I got off. I lost balance, but Ejaz was there like a shot. Told me to wait where I was, then ran up to check the bus timetable. Came back, and we crossed the road to the 40 bus stop. 
I got on board this bus with no bother,
It was rather full of passengers, many from the flats I recognised. There were only the pull-down, very low seats available. So I wedged myself into the corner of the disabled section. I held onto a bar at the window to keep myself steady. When we arrived at the flats, I’d wedged my arm between the bar and the window, and needed help to release it. Worra trip!

Here are some snaps from the trip home.
Mansfield Sherwood, where I stood as
Ejaz checked the bus times.
Not sure where this was.
Inchie at the bus stop.
Up towards the Dentist, Opticians,
and bus stop.
Inchie, next to the bookies.
On the bus.
En route.
Scarred Inchie, getting off the bus.
Walking to the flats.

Got inthe flat. Ejaz went to fetch the laundry.
Throwing it on the bed as he departed, tired, I imagine.
The back and shoulders kicked in again as I hung the clothes up.

Sunset.

I started prepping the photos, but ended up spending seven hours on this blog. Yes, the odd not getting tired was back again. I should feel shattered, but don’t? Then…
Another Whoopsiedangleplop!
All that time I’d sat at the computer, and thought, Blimey, I’ve not emptied the Catheter, so I did.
Two more hours as 04:00hrs approached, I stood up, and the warm feeling in my slipper, the now urine-soaked sock and slipper, made me so angry at myself.
I’d left the release valve open!
ARRGH! Cleaned up and washed the feet again. Hell of a job getting the socks off, ended up cutting them of the left foot. This started of and off. 
Now I was tired and worn out, and both came on almost suddenly. I was going to get belatedly into bed, but the things I started sorting earlier and had been forgotten about were still on the bedspread. I was so tired, I just got an ice cream cornet from the fridge, a couple of bags of Teriyaki crisps, and plopped down on the c1966, £300 Oxfam charity shop-bought, wincingly grotty, beige-coloured, crumb-covered from my nocturnal nibblings, itch-making, uncomfortable, positively unhealthy, and dangerous, no longer operational, virus-breeding, easy-to-fall-out-of, Catheter-tube-trapping recliner. 
Zzzz!
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A mixed bag of a day today.
Ups… &

alternating their visits, seemingly at random. I think they may have been listening to and responding to the desires of my
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05:30hrs, I rose gingerly, did the balance exercises, made the bed and noticed how little urine was in the bag. A good colour, though. 
Kettle on, and took a snap of the morning view on offer from the kitchenette window. Not a good one, but there you are. I done my bestest. was shuddering away again. She’s getting more painful each time. Sported the waste bags into one. Had a wash, and Carer Ejaz arrived. Did a body check, Phorpained the shoulder and lower back and issued the medications. I asked him to pick up the things I’d dropped in the kitchen that I couldn’t safely retrieve. Made a brew of Glengettie tea, and a delivery arrived.
Red potatoes, red onions, fishsticks, ice cream cornets, beetroots, tomatoes, and iced coffee for the Nurses and Carers.
Thick-sliced white bread, shredded and sliced Leicester cheese. (Planning on having baked cheesy spuds and red onions for nosh tonight) Biscuits and snacks put with the already large stack I have of them in the other room. 
Off to the wetroom, hobbling hastily, thinking that a Trotsky Terence evacuation was due. I was wrong. Twenty minutes or so later, I’d freed the moulded together solid mass of peanut-sized, rock-hard pebbles.
I’m not sure why I took this photograph. I imagine that something witty came to mind, and I snapped it, thinking I’d remember what it was about when I saw it on the SD card. 
What a hopeful person I am.
Then the mind-blanks started. I’ve not been affected by these for a long time. They erased most of the afternoon’s memories, but I found these photos on the SD card. Sorry if they are from the, or for, the wrong day. It seems the mist had dropped again.
Then, I got a phone call from the QMC hospital. Thinking at first that it might be the EENT wing, to advise me of an appointment being made to have the Glaucoma or the Cataract treated. Or even more miraculously, the Neurology Department. To tell me an appointment has been made to investigate the seizures. Just perhaps it may be the bloke who told me that my Pre-Morbid Cognitive Impairment is treatable and placed me on the waiting list to be seen. 2003, that was. But No.

Took this shot while the Carer was here at about 20:00hrs. I forgot to ask him to take my socks off for me, so I could have a shower and a lather in the morning. But I forgot to ask. I suppose was laughing in the background along with Paul.

I got the cheesy spuds started. Spuds in the oven. Did some blogging for an hour, and then took out the spuds to cut them in half. Sliced the flesh inside the husks, sprinkled some salt & black pepper on them… In the meantime, Carer Ejaz arrived.
He helped with the spud creation, and we added Leicester cheese slices on top of each half-spud.
Got them back in the oven to crisp the cheese, and Ejaz gave the one tablet needed. Ezetimibe. Reluctantly I took it. I had been refusing it due to all the sleep problems. But I did take it this time. Fingers crossed. Ejaz trotted off, and I cleared up, saving stuff on the computer, and went to check the spuds. They were ready, so I closed the computer after cleaning it and made this meal. Wonderful!
Heck of a job cleaning the pan and tray.

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