Woke up and removed the pouch. The feet looked even better this morning.
Morning view. .
Off to the . The usual struggle is to get the water to refill the non-working W.C. tank. The latest date for an ETA for a plumber is now in July. Goes without saying, but was agonistic.
Blood Pressure etc., was taken. Far too high! Cara Kara or Jodie? Assessed the urine as a grade 4. And put some Phorpain Gel on my back for me.
Visit Two. Sorted the waste bags. Cartoons were done for the blogs.
Front car park.
During which, thee Cares Called. (In the log book) I’d finished and posted the Tuesday blog. (It had been posted) I’d acquired a burn mark on my right knuckle. (No idea?) The balcony door had been opened? (No idea?) I must have started the meal prepping. I’d opened a can of beans and added some of the Latvian garden peas, and a bottle of Borscht was also been used, added to the saucepan with the last of the fresh vegetables. All together with, I assumed, some BBQ sauce added. Found this photo on the SD card. Unfortunately, along with five frames that could not be read by the computer or CorelDraw in the morning. Format Not Recognised? I think the blanks covered about four hours or more.
Got the potatoes in the oven, nice and crisp and warmed up the beetroot soup with extra peas, vegetables, beans and seasoning. Cracking Good Taste!
A new called twice tonight. Rubbed some Phorpain gel into my back for me.
After he’d gone, I either fell into a deep sleep or
Mind Blank came on.
Woke up at 04:40hrs.
It can only get worse – and my rate of losing it seems to be increasing. After having the stroke, the Stroke Wards in the hospital were desperate for beds. They sent me to a ‘Care Home’ for a month. The long-term patients were all suffering from different types of the same ailment; Dementia. Alzheimer’s disease, Vascular dementia, and Alcohol-related dementia. Down syndrome and Alzheimer’s disease, Chronic Traumatic Encephalopathy dementia. I felt so bad for them but was uncomfortable being there. Now, I believe it will not be too long before I rejoin them. No doubt about it, my grip on things is, thankfully, slowly getting worse. I’ve developed a fear of officialdom in the form of letters. With cataracts, saccades and glaucoma, the hearing gets worse. Peripheral Neuropathy gifted loss of balance; causing falls, tumbles and walking into things… like walls and doors, missing steps, and the newest thing; The Neurotransmitters are not getting messages to the brain! It does its best, I’m sure. But more regularly now, I cannot pick something up, and sometimes cannot let go of it! I’m hoping the Doctors at the surgery, Highbury Hospital, or some Social Worker may read this. The trouble is, at this moment, I am aware of these issues, but on the rare occasion I see a specialist, there is nothing there. On my last visit to the Memory Nurse, I could not recall the name, or if it was a road or street, or the man’s name. She gave me an option of three given names, such was it an avenue, street or road? Mr Schmitt, Albright or Woodcock… obviously, I’d made up the questions asked, as an example. My GP got a letter telling her my memory was the same as two months earlier. Which it wasn’t; in March, I answered them all, without prompting and help. Last time, even the ‘pick one of three’ was just a potluck. I’m leaving taps on more often too. I’ve burnt three saucepans to death this month. Taken tumbles getting dressed, and I was only wearing protective pants and a dressing gown! Remembering all this is amazing! I was supposed to have three brain scans, I think, a month apart – then they can read any changes – but this has to be done before they can identify the type of dementia I have and treat me with whatever to slow it down. I’ve had one. As I recall, I got lost trying to get out of the building. I can sense at this precise moment, I just had a few minutes of nothing; I call a Memory Blank, struggling now. I’ll try to get back later. I’d be in a pickle without the Carers attending. It also helps me tremendously if we get time for a laugh and a little natter. Sorry that I wrote this now. After reading it I sound like a right old whiner! I do think I’m a different person when the Dracula Depressions visit me. I decided to leave it on, if only as a warning to others, of how things can change so much. Yet, still, moments of the old self come through occasionally – and that is wonderful!
The feet were s lot better looking this morning. The legs were a little lumpy in places.
Ablutions sorted. But doing the teeth, and spitting out the toothpaste was a bloody job. Hehe!
Undoubtedly foggy out there this morning.
Spuds in the crock-pot.
Peas in the saucepan.
Sat at the computer desk. Photo’d the Fog through the balcony windows.
A new Olive-Oil dropper filled, for the twice-daily earhole oilings.
A rare mug of Glengettie tea on the computer desk. As usual, I forgot about it, and it went cold. Tsk!
Rahmat arrived, and medications were issued. First visit. The usual agony of carrying buckets of water to refill the non-working W.C. bowl. (Three calls to the Throne today, not so messy, but just as painful. Annoying , and the pain started!
I set to creating some needed templates for this blog. I seemed to be doing a little better with the typing today, nowhere near as many missed keys…although my foments of bemusedness were relentless, my rate of work achieved was doing reasonably well – as were my mind-blanks, which delayed me a little. But it didn’t matter. For Liberty-Global Virgin Media boss Mr Fries helped…
Their Average Rating went down to 1.1 since I made this graphic last year!
Did some food prepping, another trip to the . And returned to doing the blank templates, after Liberty-Global Virgin Media, who are now dearer than any other supplier, granted me a service again.
I thawed out some of Asda’s pre-crushed finger rolls.
I had several of these, which put the mocker on blogging. Then…
Broke my heart, with my doing so well earlier. I gave up altogether. Turned off the computer, got the nosh finished and served up
It didn’t go down too well. But that is likely to be because of the smoke & mirrors Liberty-Global Virgin Media’s letdowns getting to me! Taste Rating 3.5/10.
Carer arrived and listened to my chuntering about… .
I got the pen and pad out, and tried to do some odeing for tomorrow’s blog… Zzz!
The later Carer woke me up, and a painkiller was given.
I tried to get back to sleep, but it was no good, so I got up and took a photo of the sky.
Back in the c1966. charity shop bought, second-hand, wincingly grotty, beige coloured, not working, crumb-covered from the nocturnal nibblings, itch-making, uncomfortable, virus breeding, easy-to-fall-out-of, recliner.
I continued frequently getting to the point of nodding off, and every time the danged let loose!
Depressed and annoyed, I got up when I saw the colouring through the curtains had gotten browner. Grabbed the camera and went into the kitchen to see if it was worth picturing… I thought it was lovely!
Waiting for the sun to drop, I hung up the dressing gowns returned from the laundry. Checked the taps and cooker were not left on. And back to take this shot.
Not sure when I did get sleep, but it took a few hours, I think. I can recall getting up to check if I’d locked the door or not, spotting the clock that indicated 02:30hrs.
“I can’t pay the bill, so I’m in the dark & cold!”
“Your bills are beyond my threshold….”
With debts, I am now being circumvolved
“Disabled, blind, deaf, and 77 years old”
Can we not settle this… get it resolved?”
“My bank balance is all but dissolved!”
But he had me in a virtual choke hold… He said: “We suffer too, being short-handed.
Is that the word, or have I gerunded?
Oh, splendid; now I’m told I’m being trolled!
I apologised, but he wouldn’t be consoled…
We proletariats are getting frampold!
Seems we are both suffering & confounded?
In a month or so. I’ll be entirely defunded!
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05:40hrs: I stirred back into my usual moroseness. Spent a minute of two identifying what day it was. Not that it mattered much, anyway. Then I took off the night pouch. Not much in it?.. But the colour was a fairish 4 on the NHS colour chart. Emptied it, put it in the appropriate bag, then into the waste bag after sealing it. As I got the kettle on, the need for the arose. The sight and star of my delicate area, Little Inchie, of course, made me jump a little bit when I first saw the blood. Or rather, the location that had altered to what would be considered… ‘Normal’. Even for me! A was nearly issued. Haha! Confused, I certainly was. The multi-aged, dried blood at the bottom of this taken-off pair of Ten pants was far less bloody than usual. But the fresh blood is not there as a norm? Top left, these are the concern. These came out of the bum area, I’m sure. I had a grope and feel around using paper towels but found no lesions. Then very gently prodded the site to see if I could find papules, boil or whatever that may have leaked. But, no!
This session was like passing heavy, chocolate-covered ball bearings… eventually!
was in another foul mood about carrying the buckets of water from the kitchen to the wet room… yet once again! I dressed… well, I put a dressing gown on. Sorted the waste bags out and placed them near the front door. Haha! I thought that was the best idea because I don’t have a back door in the flat. If you see what I mean.
Made a brew, & took a photograph of the rising sun from behind the flats… the sun was rising, not the apartments. I think…
Then off to the computer, determined to do a better, quicker job today, and crossed my fingers that Liberty-Globals oligarch, the £26m salaried with guaranteed bonuses boss, who bought out and ruined Virgin Media, would see if he can go a day without losing the signal. (Fat chance of that, but still!). Love his latest load-of-crap advertisement, above. You’ve got to praise Mr Fries; he’s consistent in his failings and still getting paid a fortune for his inabilities. Pure jealousy on my behalf, of course. I’d barely started when the inevitable happened.
Carer Samantha arrived. Got me sorted and had a mini-natter. Tried the internet, but it is still not back on yet.
I strongly suspect I may have . Cause I woke up as the door chime rang four hours later. Oblivious to what time it was, where I was, or even if I was… Hahaha!
Aha, Liberty-Global Virgin Media working again. I got the BP graphic done and made one for the ode. Then made the ode… Then realised I had not yet finished off yesterday’s Inchie Today. Oh, dearie me! Done it again, gone and lost the signal for the self-praising, oligarchal, figure-manipulating Liberty-Global, owners of Virgin Media, specifically the good looking over-paid boss, Fries, had struck again. So, I toyed with it for a while to make it more comfortable. A mistake that was!
There was still no service from Liberty-Global-owned Virgin Media Internet services. So, I decided that an early meal was a good idea!
Aha, a change in the weather. This photographicalisation came out rather well, I thought. . Got the potatoes in the oven on a high setting. And cut up the imitation pressed bacon and garden peas in the saucepan. Got the electric drill and cut up some of the beetroots. Hehehe! The vegan bacon was brilliant! The potatoes were excellent! The garden peas tasted grand! It might have a 10/10 rating but for the rock-solid, teeth-breaking, tasteless, horrible beetroot! But, still a 9/10 Flavour-Rating!
I came out of it, and I was sat in the c1966 charity shop bought, second-hand, wincingly grotty, beige coloured, not working, crumb-covered from the nocturnal nibblings, itch-making, uncomfortable, virus breeding, easy-to-fall-out-of, recliner.
Unsure of anything, my mind was filled with fear that I may have left the stove heat to tap running. I hastened to the kitchenette… The hot water tap had run cold, but there was no plug in the sink. Phew! Butt here was the oven tray soaking in there. I got them and the pots washed. I sat briefly, feeling somewhat confused and indifferent to everything. Hard to find the words… Most likely something inspired by Doreen’s Dementia.
Chimed out. It was the sweet Angel of Mercy, Nurse Hristina from the Deep Vein Thrombosis and Anticoagulation INR, Clinic; she’d come to take my blood. ♥ That cheered me up!
Sad to see Hristina leave, I put the kettle on and noticed the buttercups coming through in the bottom field near the tree copse. I think.
The evening Carer arrived. As he was preparing the medications, the mobile phone rang. It was the Doctors surgery, with the new dosages of Warfarin for me. I turned to get the mobile that also rang… turned back and got a for my bother, then pulled my foot from under the chair, landing in a heap, but onto the recliner! Dropping the mobile phone. Getting back up, I indicated for the Carer to take the call. He handed me the phone. The receptionist gave me the new dead-easy-to-remember Warfarin doses. 1½ every day until 16th May. Carer Victor wrote the details into the Carer’s folder for me. The stubbing and fall made me feel a little out of it.
I finally got on with Blogging, but I think I’ve got the following photos in order.
Earlier shot of the feet before mangling them. Hehe!.
I was woken by the arrival Carer, and I tested my body for signs of my current favourite ailment attacks. I’d barely moved in the c1966 charity shop bought second-hand, wincingly grotty, beige coloured, not working, crumb-covered from the nocturnal nibblings, itch-making, uncomfortable, virus breeding, easy-to-fall-out-of recliner; the moment I tried to lift a foot off of the chair…
Heavens above! The feet and toes were swollen with liquid. Under the toes, it was agony to stand, let alone hobble anywhere. My balance was all over the shop, too. So I took the medications from the Carer and enjoyed a little natter.
An amazing coloured sky this morning. Not a good light for taking photographs, though.
I did my bestest and tried a couple of times; this is the better of the two.
The was needed as the chap departed. So, I decided to get them done after the battle against the not-working/refilling W.C. water tanks, and hits mornings struggle was one of the worse in the two weeks that the plumbing mechanism was reported to Nottingham City Homes. For sure had returned! Talk about resistance! I had to keep painfully urging things along repeatedly; the worst was when the concrete torpedo was half evacuated, and things stopped moving for a while. Arrgh! I feared something was going to rip open! It must have taken half an hour to get it out, with a thud and splashing water – followed by complete and utter relief! Thank Gawed that the evacuation was out without any injuries; they were the odd specks of blood, but that’s to be expected. The most thing was that were not too painful at all. The first mystery of many today! Having achieved this first mission, the Dangerous one remained, collecting the water to refill the non-working water W.C. tank.
Not easy, especially with carrying the walking stick and the state of the feet and toes. OF course, my E.Q. knew what was… likely to happen, and it did. On the last trip, , along with a flash of ‘s attention at the same time; just as I was going into the wet room. I lost my grip on the bucket but managed to throw it inside the wet room and avoided a mess in the hallway. I decided to get washed and shaved in the wet on the floor, in case I had any more , and save having to clean and dry things twice. An unexpected touch of logic there from the old chap?.
A Work of Art No, that’s not what I mean… FARCICAL-MAYHEM That’s better!
Approx. 08:00hrs; I was going to do the teeth first. But another mystery arose; I just could not find the toothbrush? Had I thrown it in the bin yesterday? Or put it in my dressing gown pocket?
So, now teggie cleaning today! I totally forgot about using the shower and set about, with the aid of Dettol, Carbolic soap, nail brushes, flannels and the picker upperer, to have a stand-up scrubbing down… which was not easy at all. What with the extra-long tube on , trying desperately not to catch and pull the tube, then remembering to dry the pouch again without pulling at it and having a blood flow from poor little Little Inchies, vulnerable . Naturally (almost), I tugged the tube drying behind the pouch, and the blood flowed onto the wet floor. I just carried on. It was a watery mess in there anyway, and I will get it sorted later.
Then, the SHAVING… I bet you expected me to tell you of all the cuts and haemoglobin flowing down, taking a circular route down my bloated belly, and joining the blood flow coming from poor Little Inchies ever most bothersome Fungal Lesion? You’d be right! A dollop of liberally applied Brut aftershave soon stopped the leaks. (Not on Little Inchie, I hasten to mention, I’m not a sadist. Hehe!) Just on the chin, lip and ear lobes – I’m not sure how I cut the ear lobe in the first place. It could have been a micro-shake from , or .
I took some anti- capsules. Then, got the alert wristbands on, not forgetting the wristlet Alert Alarm. Then treated Little Inchies Fungal Lesion with plain cream as best I could. Just plonked it on and then gently winced, and that was that. Did my best to pain gel the awkward to get to try medicating. Rubbed some into the knees. Some of the ointment went on the floor, but plenty of cold water was down there to do no harm. Dried the bum well and applied copious amounts of the dearer than gold weight for weight, Germoloid Ointment. Dearer than the Germoloid Cream but much more soothing. The ear and eye drops were put in; there was a drop or two that actually got into the eyes this time! Hehehe! I got the slightly less painful to wear but very costly new Tena for Men and P.P.s. Rebanded the wristlets. Then, started Cleaning Up The Wet Room. I left at 10:00hrs. That took a long time! Longer than usual… is the cause of this farcicalness!
Ah! , on the server trolley in the wet room, naturally, obviously on one of the toes that had !
The & activities took me, I believe, a good 2hrs-10min, including the and . Oh, and the cleaning up!
The being enlarged, scaffolded house caught my immediate attention. Seeing this work reminded me of the old ‘Auf Wiedersehen’ T.V. series. Especially when the lads are working n it.
The next snap taken was to the right of the kitchen window. Displaying the flats’ balconies and the gravel footpath by the tree copse into Woodthorpe Park.
Sad, really; I used to hobble up there so often in my pre-handicapped days.
I had a moment or two of self-pity to cope with.
But I soon pulled myself out of it, sternly talking to myself. Self-disgust at me self-pitying moments. I was rather proud of that!
Then learnt out of the window as far as I dare, with a good grip on the camera loop, to take a shot of the Winwood Heights car park below Woodthorpe Court, where I dwell in hell. Hehehe! Only joking!
A confirmation call from Deep Vein Thrombosis, Anti-Coagulation Therapy, Warfarin clinic, Haematology Angel Hristina ♥, that she will be calling on me next Tuesday to take a blood sample for analysis & INR Level. Super news!
I started the computer and opened CorelDraw to add the photographs of the day. And found that several snaps had not made it onto the S.D. card… yet again!
I think the right foot was getting thinner, with less fluid content? (But this did not last long. She was soon all bloated & painful.Tsk! The keep trying to come up, but they soon disappear, but never for long? It seems that after the washing etc., in the wet room hours & hours ago, I’d put all the wristlet bands into one wrist for some reason. As I often do, I could not remember the word Dementia; as usual, I glanced at the bands on the left arm… it was not there! You’d be gobsmacked at what I did then… (I was!) I went into the wet room and searched around… no luck; I Tried the kitchen, the same result, so back into the rubbish… I mean, the front room. Then, I glanced at my other wrist as I got on the computer, still not remembering the word. . What a . My brain is !
All of the poor-quality sunset photos and the one of the meal were lost into the ether, never to be seen again! It was only chips and bread with BBQ sauce, but I enjoyed it. Taste-Rating: 6.6/10.
Ah, hang on, though. Did I really take the shot of the nosh? My admittedly unreliable, unpredictable, somewhat retention-lacking memory may just perhaps, possible, could, might be wrong here. As I recall, the late Carer called as I was about to settle to eat the meal – Yes… I may not have taken the snap, but I meant to? Being confused, apart from being an accessible mode to live in, no effort is required. You see, will take care of all that for you!
Would I have all these problems if I was born into an oligarchy?
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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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Computer… still going. Fingers crossed!
The first wind & rain just starting.
Frit me to death!
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!
Lots of hassle today – what about I cannot say yet. combined with Doreen Dementia’s and Sweet Morpheus’s ploy to ensure my getting very little sleep, a dark depression brought on by the day’s events that I will reveal later on in the week; I am at the lowest point in the contentment stakes that I’m been since, well many a year. Another cut-short thought circumstances beyond my control (I’m getting a lot of these days lately) in detail diary I fear.
According to my notepad, I got up at 04:00hrs, failing to sleep again. After getting the kitchen mopped and making a brew and Carer Richard arrived. Still looking a little under the weather; bless him. I hope he’ll be alright later on. I tried to cheer him up a smidgeon.
Took this shot of the foggy morning…
Stayed misty all day long.
Went to refill the one-litre water bottles from the cheaper 2-litre ones… Whoopsiedangleplop! The cat shot off of the bottles, hit me in the middle of my forehead, and generally soaked me and the floor as ~I dropped it, and it spun around on the floor, liberally distributing two litres of water.
Mopped the floor and put the togs in the laundry bag.
Had a visitor and got all agitated afterwards. On the Computer. Carer Sam arrived to do the checks and medications.
Then four lines of scribbled notes happened, and it said it was 13:30hrs. No idea what I wrote, but @I must have been stressed to write that bad, even for me. Hump!
Seems I took a picture of the Chestnut Way car parking. And somehow missed it?
I went back to the computer to get Sunday’s blog completed. Took the above shot through the sliding windows and balcony ones.
Says here that ~I was feeling drained again. Not sure if that meant tired or I emptied Cathy Catheter’s Pouch.
Remembered that the Blood ~pressure has to be taken four times a day now. I created the graph near the top and put it on here later in the evening when I felt so tired.
Had a nosey about what to eat, and I ended up with a Sweet & Sour Noodles pot. I’ll not try them again.
Carer Kara came to serve me. Medicines and safety checks. Nice to see her, she doesn’t come very often… well, as I’d like. Hehehe!
I was fighting off falling asleep – Marvellous, innit? Get yer head down, and you can’t sleep, give up, get up, and you try working on the blog, and you’ll fall asleep in the computer chair! Not only that, you knock a bottle of spring water off the shelf, and Back-Pain Brenda kicks off when you bend to retrieve it. Fed-up? Me?
Fed-up, I may have said that already, I went to put the kettle on, and what a moon was showing up in the early night sky – Grrreat
Just look at the two-tone colour of it!
The last two above were taken much laterer. Not so good, are they?
arrived as I was making a pan of stew… of sorts and dishing it out into a bowl. Richard kindly waited for me to finish this before , and gave the medications when the meal was readied. He left me with the tray balanced on my bulbous belly – checked the taps etc., and took the waste bag on his way out. I ate the rather sad as-it-turned-out meal. Got the pots washed, and with the four-pronged walking stick, Metal Mickey in my hands, I went to lock the front door… well, it’s the only external door. Hehe! ,
Back into the second-hand, £300, charity shop bought, crumb-retaining, microorganism-microbe producing, gungy, moth-eaten, beige-coloured, non-working, bacillus encouraging, incommodious, Haemorrhoid Harold testing, c1968 recliner.
NO CHANCE OF GETTING A DIARY DONE TODAY Obviously, the Doctors farce yesterday, the tumble on Mansfield Road, and getting Wednesday’s blog done, took me far too long, well into the morning. Today so many phone calls coming in, I thought for a minute I was getting popular… only joking! Then an Amazon delivery, and an Iceland delivery, knocked most of the things out of the fridge door when I got the shakes when supposedly filling it. That cost me another hour cleaning things up.
More phone calls from someone, a different voice each time, all with an Asian accent, but I just could not understand what they were saying. The first one I said, it’s no good I can’t understand you, sorry, and rang off. The Second one, who was a woman, got almost nasty when I said I could not understand what she was saying, and she rang off. I told each one that I was hard of hearing. Just had yet another call… the same result, I rang off when he got shouting at me, which of course, made it worse for me to hear.Then another call. I almost didn’t pick up the phone. It was the lady from Community Transport, she will be calling in the morning to take me to Bulwell. Well, I thought it was for next week!
Afraid I’m totally lost now. So I’ll put the Cartoon and ode on, and a few photos I’ve taken. But I need to get things sorted for the morning, and I’m getting myself all agitated again. The ablutions must be done tonight, ready for the early start tomorrow… gonna look a right twit if it isn’t the right day for the diabetes class? It’s gone 15:00hrs, so it will be a long job getting things as far as I can to post it off in the morning. I’ll have to rush things.
One visit to the Doctor, now I have two more appointments, hope I’ve got them right at least. Did Carer Richard tell Deana about the second change of dates for the Bulwell run? Have I got them tight on the calendar… All this, and a Doctor who isn’t interested in helping, giving advice at all. Then the fall. Sorry about this blog, but I can’t seem e getting caught up with all the problems amassing that need sorting, and no help now; Richard is off until Monday, Can’t get hold of either warden. That’s not their fault by the way. The door knocker who tried to sell me things may be back again, and I just feel confused. Sorry again.
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POLITICAL CARTOON OF THE DAY
Oh, Lucky me!
Balcony from inside – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – Lousy night, constantly waking up, a mixed bag of dreams and nightmares. CorelDraw problems. No hot water yer cause I left the hot tap on yet again! Carer Richard was in a rush again, so natterings were missed again! The poor lad was yawning away again.
Did some comments on WordPress. Then the above Iceland order came in.
Window cleaner Joe arrived, I did keep bothering him with my natterings. Back on the Wednesday blog and got it finished. Gone midday already. No further Asian calls. I wonder if it was something important. If the Doctor ignores my plea for help with coping with Doreen’s Dementia, well, it’s getting worse. I am totally fuddle-brained over the Bulwell bookings The two other appointments they made have both been changed since Deana spotted they had made one at eleven o’clock… at night! It’s late now; I’ll get the ablutions done. Watch it… I bet I get a when I’m in the shower… if I ever in it. I’ll use new razors for shaving today. Made a start on this blog first. Tsk! The Carer will be here soon, must rush… TTFN.
Carer arrived, Sam, I think. I was asleep in the recliner and half awake.
Thank heavens that I fell back to sleep. I was at least temporarily free of worry, self-hatred, fear and frustrations.
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – WEDNESDAY’s ODE I apologise for the crap above – I ran out of CBD, you see! – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
Very late this morning, I stirred into life, around 0715hrs. Tsk!
The tumble-caused marks and bruise in the right knee, I expected to start stinging as soon as I moved – but no! Hardly any stiffness, and the pain when I did move, was pleasantly greatly reduced. I expected it would be far worse, but I’m not complaining. As I was catching my balance as I raised up my magnificent, muscular 5′ 3″ body onto my feet; a tiny emission from the rear end all but had me gasping for breath! I thought it advisable to make my way to the , with some haste. Well, it appears that Trotsky Terence is reclaiming the top spot in the evacuation-stakes daily battle with Constipation Conrad this morning. Splurt-splash and all over with! Bending to clean up the well-sprayed porcelain bowl, I hit the right knee against the bowl… but hardly any pain, and that evaporated within minutes. Are things going well today? Worrying, innit? So unnatural!
Had a wash, no shave yet, cause I wanted to be ready for when Carer Richard arrived. He didn’t have time for a proper chinwag Monday or Tuesday. I was looking forward to a mutual moaning, groaning, verbal-repartee, and laughing session with the lad. By the time I’d made up the waste bags, ♫ Oh Susana ♫ had chimed out, and in came Richard. He greeted me in the kitchen, but my EQ told me I would not get a blathering session. As he started to yawn as he spoke, I knew my chances of a good confabulation were nil! Hehehe! That’s three days without a good Richard gossip… Humph! Still, can’t blame the lad; he might be disappointed too. Anyway, I tried not to show my disappointment to Richard and genuinely wished him a better day’s kip for today. He gave me one last yawn, after telling me to take care as he left, with the waste bags in his hand for the rubbish chute. Bless him!
Morrison’s email regarding today’s order: CRAP!
I popped into the balcony to have a look around outside, and I managed a rarity – a moving vehicleusing the wide bit as a turnaround point. Red van-man, in his usual position on the no-parking chevrons. I wonder if he’s a bully or a wealthy tenant… maybe related to one of the Nottingham City Homes bosses? Could be all three?
I got the Boot’s branded Sphygmomanometer, manufactured by ZDEAC (Zhongshan Daguan Electrical Appliance Company Ltd) in Guangdong, China, and the were done. SYS 157, DIA 75, Pulse 76 and the body temperature was 33.4°f. Oh! The returns from the NHS Diagnosis site showed that I was still in the Red Zone much a lot higher than yesterday. I’d have thought yesterday’s sudden raise would be due to the tumble I took, yet today. Feeling a lot better, and it increases? There’s no telling, is there?
I started to get yesterday’s blog finished off but got carried away by adding things I forgot to put on. A slow job again, bearing in mind all the mistakes I was making in typing. I wonder how long it will be before the cataract is done?
The intercom went, and I heard it! ♫ Oh, Susana ♫ burst forth as the Morrison delivery man arrived. I remembered to tell him before he started unloading the baskets, as I was directed to in Morrison’s Email! The chap seemed unphased about it! What the hell am I ordering stuff from them for?
I thanked the man and got the much-reduced food into the kitchen. No message from crap-overpriced Morrisons to tell me they are going to reduce the order cost yet, and it is now gone 20:00hrs? Are they going to rob me? I wouldn’t be surprised. SWINE! Realised that I had not sent back the overpriced unwanted food bags – I am a clot! Morrison was charging more than Amazon were for the Germoloids? Gits! They must hate their customers? And their pistachio nuts were as dry as wood! The cheddars biscuits deserve to be called Cheddars-crumbs!The cans of mandarins in water were both dented. I hope they have not put arsenic or bleach in the vegetable risotto! The fridge was full again, but not as full as it would have been; were Morrison’s skilful enough not to run out of stock