04:15hrs: I woke, yodelling, and laughed at the word. Broke into ♫Are you lonesome tonight♫ and leapt from the £300, bought eight years ago from the second-hand shop, Harold Haemorrhoid testing, repugnantly beige-coloured, crumb containing, virus-breeding, acne-giving, rickety, none-working recliner. Did 100 press-ups and 200 squats with the weights and had a bowl of healthy muesli and peppercorns. All right, I’ll start again, then… 04:14hrs; I woke, passed wind and had an unexpected escapage from the rear-end! I painfully and carefully worked my way out of the recliner and limped even more carefully to the wet room. Things were worse than I anticipated! The escaped product, although only a tiny amount, seemed to have two colours to it; Dark brown and khaki, not mixed up, but separated shades. But a definitely more fetid whiff lingered! After going into Sherlockian Mode, I worked out that I must have had a nocturnal leakage as well. but was not aware of it. Got things cleaned and refreshed and new PPs on. Those Depend pants have proved themselves to be reliable a few times now.I only mention it because it helps me to live with the embarrassment and shame brought on by the bowels and bladder malfunctions. That sounded like it was written by an almost educated person?
Into the kitchen to make a brew of Thompson’s Punjana tea. Starting the full milk this morning.
The photo taken was not such a good one this time. I tried three times to get a good one too. Tsk!
The sphygmomanometerisationing was tackled. Although back up a fair bit on yesterday’s results, I’m not complaining at all. Being at Hypertension One is where the returns have been more than any other level for weeks now. SYS 154, DIA 92 (I would have thought that should have been in the red?). Pulse in the green at 74. The body temperature was low again, two days on the trot, after four days of being too high. And low the previous four days. Still, getting n the amber for two of the last seven days is Smug-Mode making!
During ablutioning: I broke a bit more off of the left side double-molar cleaning the teeth. I can’t stop running my tongue around the new arrangement. Hahaha! Ah, yes, well; here. Why are the tiniest cuts suddenly bleeding so profusely this morning? That was the question. Methinks with the reduction in Warfarin tablets must indicate that the INR level is high… Hang on, I look at the DVT Anticoagulation record… Ahem! It’s a little high at 3.9. I moved up a level in my Smug-Moding! All went very well! (This was ultimately due to not bleeding) Thus, no painful ointment needed to be ointmentated.
Came in, and within seconds of greeting each other, the Yawning while talking commenced. I knew it had to be a Thursday, his last shift of the week. The poor lad looked shattered. But we still had a natter in between the yawning. Hehe! Gave him some treats, and wished him some sleep, as he took the waste bag with him on his way out.
I then spent the time readying the things needed for the Covid Booster trip. I made sure I was down in the lobby in plenty of time… Down in the lift, not many folks about down there. So, I had a reads of the notice boards for anything new on display.
Well, this notice caught my eye. As did another, with questions from Tenants for the Residents Association to put to Nottingham City Homes Management. I did try to take a photo of it, but it failed to make it to the SD card again. As I recall, some of the questions related to the gangs of youths prowling about the corridors and what is being done about it. And two about rough sleepers found in the stairwells? Fun living here! And the Lumix went on strike altogether!
The minibus arrived. The cap asked me if knew the way to Carrington Pharmacy. ‘Down Winchester Street, Left on Mansfield Road, half a mile further on as the road dips, it’s in the block of shops on the right.” “Keep me informed when we get close. Which side of the road is it on?”
The rainstorm was getting worse now, and there were floods on the road as we neared the shop! We found it alright, and he told me he’d be back to collect me at 11:15hrs. Thanked him and got soaked just going from the minibus to the chemist’s shop.
They tended to me quickly, and I had a jolly good natter with the owner Deepak, and his daughter, who gave me the injection. Then I went to the Lidl site for a sniff around. Got some flowers for Wardens Dean & Julie. Frikadellens for me. A couple of cans for the Carers counter, tomatoes and something else; I remember later when I put the Fuji cameras shots of the food on here.
Easy-Link returned on time, and we were soon back at the flats. Offered him a can of something, but it was declined. Thanked him again. I got wet again going to the ILC office, gave them their treats, and as I was leaving, saw Esther lurking.Up to the flat, to put the food away… Ah, but not one of the baking potatoes (I remembered now!) That went in the oven! With plans to have Frikadellens and cheesy potatoes! With the tomatoes that I bought today and those kindly gifted to me by Jenny, I think I’m in for a feast of taste!
Esther came in, and that meant no chance to get the blog done. Her talking to me from different rooms is annoying. But she was in good spirits today! Then I started to get today’s blog sorted. Four hours later, (Now), I got the potato mixed in with the Leicester cheese, liquid salt, V-butter and basil. It took me about an hour to get the one potato done and back in the oven.
So, a feast of fodder, so flavoursome, was I tucked into it! Frikadellens, baked spuds with turf Leicester cheese, tomatoes, and Saffron & Parmesian roast mini potatoes, to boot!
Carer Kylie arrived. , had a laugh and a natter for a bit, and then she took the waste bags on her way out.
I soon got stripped and into that jammies. I’d hoped for a good sleep, but I didn’t nod off until 22:30hrs. Which made me think how lucky I was with the booster jab. In the 12 hours since having the jab, I have not had the slightest bother, ache or pain… with it. And surprisingly, has been kind to me today!
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At 23:00hrs: I burst awake in agony with both the right arm and giving me some unending agony… which continued through the evening and well into the morning!
I sank in despair. No sleep, unending aches and pains…
A proper short one this time, sorry. But, it took me that long to get the. Monday blog updated (15:00hrs) & I must rush cause I’m out tomorrow for the Covid booster. TTFN.
Up at 03:30hrs: Worked on yesterday’s ode until 05:30hrs. Then off to the Porcelain Throne. Easier today! I set the alarm off by accident in the dressing stage, didn’t know I’d done it, but I thought I heard a voice in the flat. Had a look around and saw the alarm box flashing. Apologised.
Morning Views
Richard arrived, Yawningly – he was so tired. But, we managed a little natter and laugh, even a moan about things to each other. He was reluctant to take the freebies in thanks, but I sulked, and he took them. Hehe!
Was noisy again.
I literally got lost in everything I tried to do today.
Got a call from a woman. The only words I caught were Virgin Media?
I got some potatoes on with the black bean sauce; I hope it works out alright.
In the amber, nearly the green!
Grrreat!
PHOTOS?
CARE IS DUE SOON MUST GET SOME MOSH SORTED
Just getting the meal served up, and Kylie arrived.
She helped me prep the meal. Then got the medications given. Had a laugh and natter, which was nice. Took the bags with her as she left.
Around about 07:30hrs, chiming out woke me up in a somewhat confused state… Nay, a perplexed state! Although this was obviously not as bad as that was! Not since the stroke day have I felt worse on waking up. It took me a while to work out just what was happening. Was I dreaming again? Had I lost the evening to whiles? I then realised it was morning and not evening. (I’m quick sometimes, you know!) I worked out that whoever the Carer was had not come in – so I had not unlocked the door. (After a minute or so of Sherlockian investigating) The rude awakening and the confused mind left me in a fantod state of mind. I struggled as fast as I could to get the door unlocked. Ad I hope hoped, it was who was there. Once I began to tell him of what I’m not sure: presumably of last night’s farce when I was sure it was morning. The why and how I believed it was in the was evening and not morning now… Everything I was saying was confusing, even to me. I think I was also forgetting what I was saying all the time. So, no reports on Richards’s visit to give you many details about it. Not that I felt in the slightest bit unwell or poorly, mind you. Just in a bemused, perplexed, mind-going-around-in-circles, sort of in a chaotic, jumbled world of its own, with me chasing after it! However, to whatever happened as I was walking Richard to the door. Life, understanding and acknowledgement of the things around me returned began to return to me. No recollection of taking the medications, but I just know that I was waffling on to poor Richard and losing what I was saying seconds later. But by then, I’d be on another subject, and I wanted to keep on that before I lost track of that topic. I think… I hope to formulate a message to tell the Doctor tomorrow when she rings me. That is understandable to her. Although it’s not so to me, I must tell her what happened? Aha! I’ve just found the memory note, and it mentions Carer Richard. (Not a lot on the pad, though; proof that my concentration is still insufficient!). As best I can decipher the notes, it says: “Richard… I talked gibberish. Vague ___?___. But report? Seeing Richard off.” That’s all? This was written about 9½hrs ago, so not surprising that I can’t work out the missing or unreadable wordings for the life of me. Humph!
Off to the kitchen to make a brew of Co-op 99 tea. Then, just after adding the water, The was needed. I sat there, once again, waiting for the evacuation to begin. I even sang, Begin the Begin to myself. Artie Shaw’s 1939 version, of course. Counted the cracks in the ceiling and wet room wall. I may have nodded off for a while as well. When the torpedo started its slow, grindingly painful journey to freedom, it woke me up with a shog and captured my full attention! The relief was phenomenal! It must have been a two-minute spell while the escaping product travelled out before it hit the water. bled only the tiniest amount, but they stung like the devil! Germoloid ointment came to the rescue! Olive oiled the ears. And then I touched up knee with a good dose and rubbed in plenty of the Phorpain Gel. Hobbled back to the kitchenette. To the now stone-cold mug of 99 tea! . Well, I made another, keeping all calm, as id my want and very nature. As I poured the water into the mug, I espied something floating on top? Obviously, the kettle needed descaling. No Sherlockian Investigations were required here.
I decided I’d do it straight away, as I knew where the last packet of descaling powder was, in the old cutlery drawer! But no! It wasn’t in there! The search to find the packet must have taken me at least an hour! It had fallen down the back of the drawer into the cupboard below. Now I was all the more determined, resolved to get the kettle de-furred! I got the spy-glass to read and rewrote the instruction on some paper, nice and large, so I could not get them wrong. Then got them wrong! I think. I couldn’t check because I’d unthinkingly torn up the carton the sachet came after I’d added it to the kettle! I thought it said Leave it in hot water in the kettle for ten minutes. Which I did, and I timed it to spot on. Rinsed was advised, boiled again and emptied.
Kicked off and got a reply post-haste. I’ve got this returning his bangs to a tee using the Wooden Walter stick! He did many knockings late on, but they were barely discernable. Thanks, Herbert!
I got an email from Asda telling me there were some lines (6) unavailable, and some substitutes had been made. A link to amend the order was pressed. I proceeded to get myself into the right mess. I could not find a way to cancel the substitutions.I’m not sure what I did wrong, but when I clicked amend the order, I’d spent £15 more than the original order was! ! and joined forces in a sudden pain attack. !
When I made the mug of Thompson’s Punjana tea, I thought I could see things floating about in the kettle? Oh, .
Jodie arrived to see me. We had a laugh and a natter about things. She reminded me about the spoons to get for the Pentax. And watched while I put it on the Calendar. Then asked me if I had booked an EasyLink lift for the Tuesday visit to the chemist. Thanks to , I had no idea whether I had or not. Jodie offered to ring Deana in the morning to confirm for me. ♥ I gave her the last ‘Smoked’ Coke from the fridge, an extra one; thanks for helping me.
Carried on with blogging while having ‘Heartbeat’ on the TV. You’ll never believe it, but:
Then, the chips were in the oven with the smoked BBQ rice and the peas left in the saucepan. I’m feeling hungry for the first time in a while this Monday night. Oh… I found this photo on the SD card. Not the foggiest idea about it?
Got the belated checks done.
At last, I got some late-evening fodder cooked. It went down a treat! I ate it slowly, savouring every fork and spoonful! I masticated each one more than usual… by gum, this was one of the best meals I’d done for myself for ages!
A genuinely worthy, tasty meal that deserved a Flavour-Rating of 9.4/10! As you can see here in the photo of the finished meal, all that was left was a few grains of rice. Had let me see them with the naked eye, I’d have gobbled them up as well!
Washed, changed and settled in search of some rest and peace in the arms of . But, with and both kicking off the moment I settled, never stood a chance!
As I lay there for hours, unable to sleep, my IQ warned me, ‘There’s worse to come tomorrow!’
As Bob Monkhouse used to say in the ‘Golden Shot’ – up a bit!
. Taken from the balcony.
Prepping Josie’s nosh.
Carer Rihanna called.♥.
Hours updating blog. Kept nipping to check on Josie’s bean chillies cooking in the kitchenette.
Final tasting and titivating session. I think I made the potato cubes too big. They were not cooked at the same time as the other ingredients. So I had to give them a further fifteen minutes. Then stirred, tested and added the soya bacon bits to marinate and to give it a flavour as Josie likes. I forgot to take a photo of the meal. Cragknangles!
Josie pointed out that I was three minutes late in delivering the meal. With a smile on her face! Hehehe! Then she gave me three bananas in thanks for the meal. I thanked her. The fruit was a bit battered about and bruised inside. No problem with that; I bet a pound to a penny she bought them days ago and either tried to give them to me when I was out at the chemist or diabetes course, and she forgot all about them! I have great sympathy with my fellow / fellowesses who suffer from Dementia. Memory-Blanks, and Mind-Confusions. That’s me
all over. Hehe! Lovely of Josie to try. ♥
Josie!
Late afternoon, as I was making a mug of Glengettie tea, I spotted actually heard a dog that was barking; 12-floors down, outside, and through the open kitchen window. I had a look down in the bottom field. The couple’s little black dog caught my attention. She or he was barking madly, but with glee, as they threw, and the tail-wagging puppy was tireless in chasing and returning the ball. The tiny dog got partly lost in the long grass in the picture.
Rihanna arrived. Sorted the medications, and we had a little natter & laugh. ♥
.. SETTLED DOWN TO EAT MY NOSH!
I’d just taken this photo and sat down with the tray on my knee to tuck into it and chimed out. Aha, my favourite gal in the block had been. She’s left a bag of home-grown tomatoes for me on the floor outside the door; Bless Her Cotton Socks! ♥ Believe me, these are the best-tasting tomatoes I’ve ever had! I swiftly slices some up and added them to my plate! Back down in the c1968 recliner, and the landline rang. It was Jenny saying these gorgeous tomatoes were definitely the last of the season. I thanked her profusely. How kind of her! I’d got bits for her and Frank and Nora, I must take them to her tomorrow. Just look at this photo of fruits I took later. Superb flavour! Bootiful! It mattered not that the meal had gone cold while I was faffing about. Just having these tomatoes on the plate was enough for me to give it an 8.2/10 Taste-Rating!
. I put the tray on the Carers table, and I drifted off into what I thought had been hours of deep sleep. But, no! Shone the torch on the clock and went into semi mode! It was 07:45hrs! (Well, I thought it was at the time). The Carer is overdue… I’ve not had a wash-up… alright if it’s going to be Richard, but he is not forced to be the one to come… Then I got up and went to do the washing up of the pots and get the kettle on. Taking these photographs of what I foolishly thought were early morning views…
The first one came out really well, selecting the Night View Mode on the Lumix Camera, for all of these efforts. I was gratified with the first try
In the second and third pictures that were taken. How can I say this? Erm… Were they both rubbish? Mind you, as modern art changes, modern photography might?
Maybe a pile of bricks buying Tate Gallery might show an interest in these failures? What do you think I could charge them? 50p each; Too much?
In this mode of shooting, I only needed to keep the Lumix dead-still for three-seconds. As you can see, if either or Decide to have a go; there’s no chance of a decent photo being produced! Even if starts, she can shake the whole torso with her blasts, stabs and pains. However, the last try went a little better.
The penny dropped then. It was not morning at all. And I worked out that I’d only been asleep for about two hours at the most; It was still evening! My already confused mind almost burst out of the skull – well, it felt like it was trying to! I felt such a fool!
So, I got on with updating this blog. 23:00hrs; I thought I’d get the day late, shave, get the teggies done, medicationalisationings and stand-up wash. It’s too late to use the shower. I’ll be back in a bit if I don’t fall asleep shaving. Tsk!
Monday Morning Updating: Well, the stand-up wash went fairly well. No gums bleeding. No teeth breaking. Nor , or the involuntary dance routines, , , either. So the was just the one. And the Went along; not too bad at all.
I got the night attire adorned and clambered into the second-hand, £300, charity shop bought, crumb-retaining, microorganism-microbe producing, grungy, moth-eaten, beige-coloured, non-working, incommodious, Haemorrhoid Harold testing, c1968 recliner, in search and hopes of finding and joining . But No! So, I got a Sherlock Holmes TV DVD on and watched two episodes without any danger of my falling asleep. I think I was onto the third when I drifted off. Better late than never!
06:00hrs: I woke my better-than-nothing four-hour kip. I waited for my brain to kick into gear, but it didn’t. So, in a sort of auto-mode, I decided to get the ablutioning done. I thought it best, in case the Carer arrived early.
But, No! , by the time I’d risen, the driven brain had started and decided I’d do the first after all.
I must admit that there was a little agitation brewing at this course of actioning change! Why? How? I was certain I was going to get sphygmomanometerisationing done. But somehow or other ended up getting the clothes ready, and yet I still drifted into the wet room? I still hadn’t really grasped what I was doing until I was lathering up for a shave. It was so unreal. Had done the Health Checks and had a memory blank? No, no… it was at her worst, toying with me. So, I stopped shaving; and got back into the front room. This time I did set about sphygmomanometerisationing. It took me ages to get them done, then the graphics, and then I totally forgot about doing the ablutions? This is not easy for me to relate to.
I got puzzled at first at the grading the NHS site gave for Blood Pressure. I had two results in the Green, so expected to overall at least be in the amber this time. Again, No! I ended up deeper in the Hypertension 1+ area than yesterday! Erm? Then, the body temperature, which has been so good, I thought lately, had tumbled down into the Low-Red area. I think I’ll just print them off and not bother fretting over whatever the results are in future. I imagine the arithmophobia is partly the reason things do not seem right to me. Ah, I think I may have got the numbers mixed up?
After a while, I went to make a brew of Thompson’s Punjana tea… but ended up making a mug of Co-op 99. I know this is not earth-shattering, but it’s indicative of my state of mind this morning. I’m trying to find the words for this. ‘Puddled’ comes to mind.
I took these shots of the view from the kitchenette window.
Then, I remembered the needed to be done. Back to the wet room, and the need for the arose. Down on the plastic seat, and as it has been for a few days now, Constipation Conrad ruled. No torpedo today, though. After what felt like an hour of pushing and hurting in an effort to start the evacuation, suddenly, the pain eased, followed by a series of plopping into water-sounds. Haha! This time, there was some bleeding from . I restarted the shaving that I stopped many hours ago. Just the two tiny . Had another stand-up session and no showering.
Arrived later than usual. Well, it’s not unusual on the last day of his shift. I got that wrong! is toying with me today. Richard was yawning a little, but far less than last Thursday (He didn’t come last Thursday!) We had a chinwag, and he sorted out the Covid booster for me. He’s a good lad.
WordPress Comments. Esther arrived. Updated Wed blog. Jenny called to see how I was. CorelDraw to make graphs as needed.
Deana called to say the EasyLink lift was arranged for 10:20hrs in the morning. I mentioned the Covid Booster, and we worked out which one to go to would be best. She tried to get it at Riverside tomorrow, but she had no free time near that. She then got it booked at Carrington Pharmacy for Thursday 18th, at 10:45hrs. She’ll try her best to book a lift there with EasyLink for me.
Belatedly I got onto Pinteresting. Made a meal (took a photo of it, but I left the SD card in the computer – Spit! Carer Sinead arrived, always social event and laugh.
35:30hrs: I gave up trying to get any sleep. Disentangled my blubbery body from the c1968, £300 pound, second-hand charity-shop bought, crumb-containing, odour-retaining, Haemorrhoid-testing, nauseatingly beige coloured, non-working, virus-breeding recliner. Off to the wet room for a wee-wee, initially, but it turned out to be, yet again, a long, drawn-out session. I’d got the wrong glasses on, so there was no counting the cracks in the ceiling tiles this morning. A proper, painful one, dead on the flipping right foot’s . Argh-Ugglethump! It’s now 6½hrs later, and it’s still tender. Humph!
Arrived, and he seemed in decent spirits, although his yawning and talking had returned. Odds are the lad will be well-knackered by tomorrow! We had a little chin-wag after he’s done the medications. He shot off smartly, bidding me farewell, taking the black bag to the chute.
Started earlier with his clumping and tapping. ON and off all say. (As of 13:30hrs)
Lap-Top Dancer Warden Deana to the rescue again!
I rang ILC (Independent Living Coordinator). Obergruppenfhüreress and Lap-Top Dancer/Desk-top dancer Warden Deans. I’ve been trying many times on Monday to catch her. But the gal is so hectically busy, I don’t know how she manages with all of the tenants needing help. I got through this time; her tone of voice immediately indicated she was up to the neck in it again to me. Bless her; she’s an important meeting to get through today; if she gets free in time, she’ll try to get to me. I did mention the Easy-Link booking for Friday and the new times and that I needed help with filling in a form that I just cannot read; the print is that small. Still, there are a few things of the miniature size I’ve had to live with. Hahaha! Hard to believe, but I forgot to ask her to ring the Doctor’s for me. To book an appointment or talk to the Doctor on the phone (which is most likely nowadays). Of course, they often cancel or move the day and timing,
I took this snap from the kitchen window.
And the Asda order arrived… Grated Leicester cheese, potato Rosti, fresh leeks and spuds, and another bag of just leeks. Then: I ordered some more of the take-your-breath-away and burn-your-tonsils Salt & Pepper chips – my mistake! The sliced spuds looked okay. A can of chilli con carnie for Josie’s on Sunday, and a Mexican bean chilli for me, which I may regret when I have it. Hehehe! Naughty mini-packets of Jacobs Leicester Cheese and BBQ flavour.
.Minutes afterwards, the Amazon man cometh. Bearing two boxes of goodies. The bacon-flavoured bits. To go in the rice of chilis. And the Duracell hearing-aid batteries. The sticky tabs on these made it a breeze to fit them into the aids. They cost a lot more but are worth it.
Then as I was getting the hearing aids in, along came ILC (Independent Living Coordinator), Oberstgrüppenfuhreress, Warden and Primo Ballerina, Warden Deana. She looked a little stressed. But I soon had leer smiling and laughing. She filled in the questionnaire for me and said she’d post it as well, bless her cotton socks. Then she called the Doctor for me to make a telephone appointment. I got one for Tuesday the 18th of October: in a week’s time. So, another week of agony with Anne Gyna to put up with. If it starts getting any worse, I may phone 111 and ask for advice. Deana told me she had arranged for the lift to the Diabetes meeting for Friday at 10:30hrs, returning at 13:30hrs. She is good to me! ♥ I gave her the spice potatoes and the bag of prepared leeks. And a jar of the Dolmio 7-Vegetable sauce to have with the vegetables. Tickled-pink with them, she was.
Off she trotted, and within minutes, I was tackled pink – I’d got into the WordPress Reader at last! So I dived in for a good read of the other folks’ blogs I’d missed so much. Dozens of them to get through, but I like it!
A mug of tea, and I got something to eat. Just as started to kick off again… Grrr!
For the Asda (Walmart) Parmentier potatoes, I had to cut some of the larger pieces so that they all cooked at the same time. The veggie-burger I could fo in the microwave while I got the potatoes out and 7-roasted-veg sauce added; the mini-burger takes just a minute.+ I got the spuds in the oven. I had 25-minutes while they cooked. Do put the TV on and got sat down: This could have proved fatal meal-wise!
Waking up with a jerk and jumped 40 minutes later, and could smell the aroma of the sauce in this room! I suppose there was a mini adopted. The brain was talking to me, anticipating a burnt offering in the oven, and a slight annoyance at myself…
But things turned out great. I must remember this next time I get some of these spuds from Asda. Give them 40-minutes to cook, not the recommended 35-minutes on the label. They were delicious! Taste-Rating: 9/10!
Arrived, the poor gal was in pain in both of her thighs. Sam’s Doctor told her to take Paracetamols. We had a natter about the shop prices etc., telling her of my idiocy in ordering the Salt & Pepper chips from Asda.Sam selected a thank you drinkie, and she took the waste bag out when she left. ♥
22:00hrs: The unloquacious, haughty, pompous, pretentious, uppity, snobby, toploftical, smug, stuck-up, bloody-noisy neighbour in the flat above started banging about again! After four of his bangs were replied with Wooden Wally Walking-Stickon the top of the high bookcase, he stopped. Hurrah!
But of course, I was expecting him to start again, so getting to sleep was out of the question, yet again. And the management of Nottingham City Homes will not hear a word against him!
“He is a wonderful man, makes steam models for charity! “The fact that he stops me from getting to sleep didn’t come into the equation!”
04:45hrs: I returned to the land of the limitation living. At the same instant, I required the attention of the . So did the balance exercises (that sounds so good, dunnit? Ha-Ha! They take about 30 seconds. Caught my balance, put the slippers on, grabbed Metal-Mickey, and started to go to the wet room? Blimey, the toes were tender this morning!
The evacuation was as soft as grease. No bleeding, and Harold’s Haemorrhoids were not stinging too much. I decided, as I often do on a morning when the Throne is needed so early, to get the ablutions done. And the went exceptionally well, so much so that a . One cut shaving… did you read that? Grrreat! Only the situation was of any real hurt. Mind you, I do have two of them, Humph! The fear is that will join in later on. She’s been a right nuisance these last three days.
I got Carer Richards bit on the server top; I just got the stuff from the fridge added to them later. Made a brew of Thompson’s Punjana tea and got the computer on. I was updating the Sunday blog but got another summoning to the Off to the wet room, carefully. I must avoid any stubbed toes now the ingrowing nails have started. What a difference this session! It was only 45 minutes ago when I last sat on the Throne. But this time, the evacuation was reluctant. And it needed much forceful input on my behalf to get it started. Once the bomb started escaping, it gathered great speed, hitting the water, splashing some water up my bum! As I stood to inspect the results, Hehehe! The main thing on my concentration was the pain from the toes – which soon changed. Temporary Boy had it bled! I was concerned about where the blood came from. An inspection, a blind one of course, of the rear end using the kitchen towels, and it soon became apparent that it was , but not the usual deep red, so I assumed it was the internal ones that copped for the tearing treatment? Certainly set off the stinging again. Washing myself afterwards and , the absence for the best part of a day, kicked off. That was when I realised that Harold’s externals were torn as well… Either that or I cut them when I started performing, Which raised an interesting question; Why can’t I wipe my bottom with the left hand? I’m a lefty at writing? Just a thought, like. Finished up and went back to the computer.
The snotty neighbour from above started his banging, and I replied each time with a bang back on the top of the high bookcase. Childish, I know.
Oh, I forgot to put the photos of the early morning view on the blog. So, here they are.
How does the saying go? Red sky in the morning, Shepherds Warning – Red Sky at night, Shepherds Delight.
Arrived, and he was making out things were not too bad when I inquired if his status. But the lad was coughing, sneezing and yawning an awful lot this morning. He’s got an extra call to make. Hehe!. I told of Fridays happening in the wind and rain, the Vampire foot girl cutting two of my ingrowing nailed toes, etc. But I gave him the short version, or I might have lost him as he fell asleep.
He left his treats until the next day. Took the three bags of waste to the chute and then returned to say a fond farewell to me. Bless him; he looked all done in.
I got the started. The figures returned were similar to yesterday. The body temperature was climbing again. SYS 168, DIA 77. Pulse was still pretty high at 89.
I made an addition to the Blood Pressure Chart. I put a caricature of me using with a paintbrush on it. Just for fun! Another day all in the Red Zone. This time back up to Hypertension Red – 2. It’s not looking good. When I went to the doctor in error last week, I mentioned this High Blood Pressure to Doctor Vindla. She didn’t answer, speak or acknowledge that I was there. At least she’s consistent nowadays. Tsk! I was going to mention Doreen Dementias’ part in my life. But what was the point? Then I finally got the blog sent off to WordPress. Made a start proper on this blog and; started on me again. Just as I feared she may. With Anne Gyna, and then when I stand or move bothersome ingrowing toenails, I don’t think I could handle anymore at the same time. This is bad.
At about 15:00hrs, an alarm went off, but only for a few seconds. It sounded to my ears as if it was in this room. But if it was the fire alarm for the flat, I’d have heard that, alright.
And her stabbing pains are getting more severe all the time.I’ll see how it goes but I may dial 111 if she doesn’t ease up soon. I took a Codeine; that might help… or burst the duodenal ulcer. Fed up? Me? Hehehe.
Oh, Testicles! I took some formatted frame text from CorelDraw to the blog – and lost everything when CorelDraw crashed. My language was sickening; I was so angry with myself!!! Grumbling, sulking, cursing… Grrr! It took me over an hour to get it back on track. Then another two hours to get the photographs I prepped for the blog back on from the SD again. Then I start to doctoring them again. and !
What felt like a week later, I got caught up. As if to spoil my pleasure, started again, but at least she gave me a small break… or the CorelDraw disaster may have taken my mind off of her? Then:
So, I’m going to get something to eat, the evening carer will be here in a while. I got some chestnut mushroom on the boil. Added liquid smoke and salt and simmered them for ages.Then got the sausages in the oven.
Lastly, as the other stuff I hoped would be about ready, I heated some Ben’s Korean Style BBQ flavoured rice in the microwave. This is the first (And Last!) time I’d this flavour. I got the bowl filled with what I thought looked like an appetising meal. But, Oh, No! Every single part of the meal tasted so strange, and a flavour rating of 1.5/10 was given after trying to eat it. The Korean Rice was far too strong for my palette. The mushrooms tasted, I imagine, like leather! The sausages, well, they tasted nothing like the ones out of the same bag that I ate last week? Horrible is the word. I couldn’t even eat the lemon cheesecake, one spoonful, and I felt sick! I must ask Richard to check the dates in the fridge for me, but he’s so busy.
I dished the more significant part of the meal into a food bag, a freezer bag, and a waste bag. While sealing it all up, I had a mammoth, chest-wrenching sneeze! And since then, has been in attendance! Still with me in the morning as I type this up!
Jodie arrived. Soon got the meds sorted, and I asked her to take my socks off for me, please. Got a raised eyebrow response, but she did remove them, bless her cotton socks. Chose nibbles and a drink in appreciation, taking the black bag with her to the chute as she left.
I took two photos of the view from the kitchenette window in different camera modes/settings.
They seemed to turn out pretty much the same in appearance?
The frames were different shapes.
I got settled in the second-hand, £300, c1968, overwhelmingly-sickeningly beige coloured, tatty, uncomfortable, wobbly-recliner. The tummy rumbled, and I had to rise to have a wee-wee. Back into the £300, second-hand, decrepit, Haemorrhoid Harold-testing, sleep deterring, nauseatingly beige-coloured, not-working recliner. And blow me, needed another wee-wee. Up again and over to the NWWB (Nocturnal-Wee-Wee-Bucket). Back yer again into the £300, second-hand bought, c1968, nauseously beige-coloured, not-working, rusty, rickety, crumb-holder of a tatty recliner. Mastered it this time. I was asleep in minutes… Bliss!
