Made the first of the two mugs of proper tea permitted to me. Of course, I am allowed as many mugs of the spit-producing, tasteless crappy decaffeinated tea as I like; but I don’t like it at all. It tastes like medicines did many years ago… but blander, yet leaves a bitter taste. Urgh!
Photo from the kitchen window. Complete with a reflective flash-flash!
Later on, a view of the massed car park.
Arrived. There is no need to do the leg & ankle straps; the nurse is calling today. I hope. We had a natter and laugh while she did my medications.
Titivated the kitchenette a smidgen and sorted the waste bags out. Then, a quick sweep up.
A new gal to me. Soon, I got the diabetic socks off and medicated the one still leaking papule for me. Then, I got the fresh socks and leg and ankle straps fitted. All done & dusted!
Made the second call of the day. He recognised my angst about the texts and emails being sent to me asking for the meter reading. I’ve no idea which numbers they need. After looking at the meter, Victor decided they did not need a meter reading, as it was automatic? Thanks, Victor.
Busy day today. As I was on the computer doing my blog, the door chime rang out . I thought it was the next Carer coming early and waiting for them to show themselves in the room. Then a second was heard. I couldn’t get to the door in time for whoever it was, and then… noticed inside the door on the waste bin box, the ‘s! Great news! Now, hopefully, the urine colouring will improve. Four nights without any, have made the bladder evacuations very dark and stinky! Hurrah! These were of the old type, not bother much, but fiddlier if I have the shakes or cramps when I have to fit or release them.
The Tomato-Slicing Tarradiddle:.
I decided to get some tomatoes sliced and put them in the fridge to use later. I’ve a little tip here for fellow PN sufferers about slicing tomatoes. It is best not to leave your fingers in the way of the knife! Especially take care of stabbing yourself down the nail of the digit mentioned above. It hurts. To add insult to injury, to put it, the tomatoes were foul and bitter-tasting! Examining the pack, I espied they were Spanish. Had I noticed this when I bought them from the Co-op store on Mansfield Road when on my way to the Covid jab, I would not have touched them. Humph! They got dished after all that hassle! Tsk!
Did the midday call. He was concerned about me not getting the bedroom cleared. Pointing out that the bladder will never improve until I do so. He asked if he could ask if he could have a go at it for me. I pointed out that his company are not insured to do this, so he can’t oblige. He did an excellent job of getting the straps on the legs & ankles fitted. He has a knack for doing these complicated strappings.
The night was falling earlier now. But still a certain beauty to the view. A pareidolian picture indeed.
I made the meal of the day… Mushrooms, savoury French Fries and no-meat meat slices in gravy. A pot of children’s jelly to follow. Well!
This meal did not stop me from waking up in the morning with more than a few empty Cheesy Curl packs in the bin! GUILTY!
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Is more than very nice…
He’s brilliant, camera-wise,
I’ll further extemporise…
He doesn’t need to attitudinise,
To be as good is one of my desires, His photography does dynamise!
Jealous? Me? I could diphthongise!
Just thought this photo should be diarised!
Grrreat Shot, Tim!
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In the kitchen, all dark and black, and saw some moving lights in the bottom field. I tried to get a decent shot, but it was not to be. Here they are, though. Can you guess what the lights were? The green lights were mand torch. The red light was attached to his little dog’s collar. What a brilliant idea!
Sorted out the waste bags.
Arrived, and he took off the diabetic socks and put on the leg and ankle straps. He’s getting good at doing this! He listened as I moaned on about all the things not getting done. He kindly rang the chemists for me, to arrange for the Covid jab to be done again.
Tomorrow morning at 09:55hrs. So no sleep again for me tonight. I daren’t, cause this means I have to get up in time to allow myself two hours to get the ablutions and dressed done in time for me to catch the bus into Sherwood. He then rang the Age Concern about the room being cleared. Nothing was arranged, but he said they would get back to me in a week or so and let me know if they can do it and what it is likely to cost me.
Great help, thanks, Benjamin! 👍
Literally!
Surprised that the end car park mudslide was sizeable.
Computing.
arrived. She was doing the domestic as well, now that Denise has departed the job. Nice gal.
The Asda order arrived. Baking powder, bottles of water, tonic, soda, and some canned soups were unloaded, & put away.Aha, my favourite bikkies, they were on Special Offer! Some more eye pads for Blepharitis and dry eye conditions. Cleans glasses well, too. I did notice that the seasoned French Fries were on offer; so much off if you bought two packets. I decided not to, cause I didn’t know if I was even going to like them, so ordered just one packet… Or so my tormented ruled brain thought! I’d bought four packs! There was no way these were going to fit into my freezer! I went through the food and got rid of some short and the out-of-date food, to make room to get things in. I ended up dishing two of the four bags of chips! It took me ages, and was just about to take the bags to the chute when the District Nurse arrived. Had a job finding the plasters for covering the wounds, but she did in the end. Refitted the coverings, and we had a little natter, and, if I recall correctly, a laugh! Lovely!
After about three more hours of computing, the Oligarch’s failures stood at…
called for the evening visit. At the time, I was having a few twitchings and losses of balance. I just hope they clear up before I have to go for the Covid jab in the morning… Plllease! Had a little natter.
My memories of Thursday (Now, Friday morning, and nothing done on this blog yet!), are not too good or comprehensive. Vagueness would be the word to use. The Covid-19nd right arm was in agony all day without a break. Even worse, I had to use the sticks in my left hand, the right being too painful to use. The sleep was broken, and although the early morning memory seemed better, the hours spent sleeping, or I should say trying to, and I spent so many hours throughout the day, because I just could not stay awake. The thoughtstorms or right arm pains ensured that getting any worthwhile rest was impossible. I’m unsure which Carers called, although Carer Maryham (Teatime) was clear enough. I tried using the computer, but it was no good. And got down yet again in the recliner after she’d gone. Carer Benjamin (I think) did the last check. No nocturnal night bags yet for the catheter, which meant I was still unable to get to sleep then. Thought Storms, the arm, and having to get up to empty the small day pouch on the catheter so often... I did take many photos I found on the SD card this morning (Fri); some I have no recall of taking, others, mostly the morning ones, I can recollect. I’ve got to catch up with this blog now. Nothing had been done to it yet, apart from this intro written on the notepad? Not one of my better days.
These, I took when I got up; 03:00rs: The end car park. 0400hrs: Terrible photography!
This shot was supposed to be of Venus, the only thing showing in the sky. Another bad effort. Not surprised, though, by the state I was in.
No idea why!
Ah, I did catch Venus, after all, in a long shot?
Can’t recall taking this one, or when.
Sometime in the day, in one of my frequent waking-ups, I took this one of the end car park mud-slides.
Might have been when a Carer came?
I forced myself out of one of many nodding-off, and back on the computer to reply to a WordPress Prompt. It took me ages, had to search to find the cheesy potato pictures to use in the blog. At this stage, I thought, well, IK struggled but got it done… I think the sleep demands are fading…
But the only thing that faded, was me back into a broken-up, annoyingly waking every few minutes and nodding off again, sleep. (but every bit helps, I reckon)
A massive four hours out of it, with broken patches of sleep, in which I did not leave the c1966, £300 Oxfam charity shop bought, second-hand, wincingly grotty, beige coloured, crumb-covered from my nocturnal nibblings, itch-making, uncomfortable, positively unhealthy & dangerous, no longer operational, virus-breeding, easy-to-fall-out-of, Catheter-tube-trapping, recliner.
I must have known this was coming. I’d moved the jug to empty my into, and half-filled it, despite not drinking any water for so long? This decided me to ask the nurse to request a Permanent Catheter be fitted. The flow into the bag and the amount left in the bladder must be a sign for them to give up punishing me with this Catheter for over a year now. The supposedly monthly removal of everything to give me a chance to wee-wee manually; has only been done thrice in the year it’s been in. Every time they scanned the bladder, the day after removal. the bladder has been a third full after my weeing. And believe me, passing manually the last time, was sheer agony!
Chronically bad night shots. Blurry… Blurry. Blurrier. Really, really Blurrier! I am a silly blurrier! HaHa!
Spent another night of nodding, jumping awake in pain, emptying the pouch… and for tonight, coughing to boot!
Not a single left! I’m having to keep waking up and emptying the day bag overnight. Which will help cure the bladder infection, I’m sure! Just look at the colour of this morning’s urine! I’m assuming that they are having trouble getting the pouches. But no one has said anything to me. But 🎵 It’s not unusual 🎵
With the two big leg & ankle straps for both of the, gallons of water, to keep refilling the , and my nibbles all over the room, the place looks like a smidgen ramshackle!
One of my worst-ever shots of the morning view. . I think the planet in view, might have been erm… I’ve forgotten the name now. Tim Price in New Mexico gets some brilliant shots of this planet… was it Venus? Not that you can see it properly in my close-up effort. You can just about see it in the first shot, very tiny, in the first photo. But I got the shakes on the next one, I’ll try to remember to ask Tim why this happens to me.
My left ankle. No change My right ankle is much better! The right leg. Is also looking better!
Morrisons Unisex Protection Pants on today. Don’t suppose you needed to know that, sorry!
Sister Jane called me on the phone. A good natter, grumps & mutual ailments discussion was enjoyed.
Arrived, and got the leg & ankle straps on for me, no bother!
I was sat-sitting at the computer, with a blank stare on my face and also with a blank mind. I noticed my own reflection on the screen; horrendous it was! I took two snaps… the first one turned out to be yet another semi-mystery one… What the heck part of my body, was this above? Ah, that was me! Hehe!
The Royal Mail delivered the AA batteries that I’d ordered from eBay. It said they were Duracell, but… they were a Procell Constant brand.
A mug of Thompson’s Punjana tea, in the Jenny-donated China mug. Which was forgotten all about… when arrived. He removed the leg and ankle straps, but of course, he could not attach the , as we’ve run out of the nocturnal bags… yet again.
I took two views of the same area through the balcony windows. Why two? No idea now!
I slow-cooked the redskin potatoes for about 7 hours or so, then sliced them and put them in the oven, to crisp them up. Later, I got an imitation meat pie in the air-fryer.
Overall taste rating: 5/10.
I’d been slightly pea-brained all through today. Due to worrying about so many things that I have no control over, I suppose. Important to me things, that I just cannot achieve without help! The fretting and self-condemnationing have undoubtedly made things worse than they were when I woke up. My confused vagueness of thought did not stop from constantly whittling away at my already minimum confidence. This causes me even more anxiety; It’s not as if I need any more worries, physical or mental hassle, is it? Fears, apprehension and scepticism shadowed by pangs of terrible unfathomable guilt… Or it may be shame. Are enough, no, maybe too much to cope with as it is.
Thank heavens, a few scrawled notes and some photographs were available to try and create this diary in hopes that not too much will have been lost to my infected memory. Because this Sunday was one of the worst ever for two things… One: The vagueness, impreciseness, befuddlement, constant mental confusion, empty-headedness. TWO: The flaky face and legs may be due to Atopic Dermatitis Eczema, Eczema craquelé (generally only affects people over 70 years of age.) Neuro-Acne, Neurodermatitis, Dyshidrosis Dermitisis, Acne, Seborrheic Dermatitis, Nummular-Dermatitis, Xerotic Eczema, Stasis Dermatitis, Xerotic Eczema, and Papular Eczema, Which seems a likely suspect for my facial problems, and Stasis Dermatitis, for my legs? Yes, I’ve been Googling again. Hehe! I looked up the Craquelure (Eczema Craquelé): It can result from drying, shock, ageing, or a combination. (More Googling)
After rising nervously from the grip of the £300 second-hand shop bought, c1966, moth-eaten, bedraggled, cringingly-beige-coloured, grotty, dilapidated, crumb-containing from my nocturnal nibblings, bug-ridden, itch-inspiring, not working recliner, it was off to the wet room .
An awfully long time was spent in there this morning, too! With the cleaning up from the evacuation aftermath, with the concomitant pains accrued, from the bending to clean it all up, the splashes, spraying, and rebounds. The worst affected were , both knees & , & .
Where started. Perhaps a better word, and it was one too! 1) I’d struggled and somehow got both leg and ankle straps removed; that took me about 20 minutes to achieve. And will never be attempted again by yours indeed! Talk about pain; that’s not a strong enough word! 2) The teggie-cleaning took just two minutes. Stopping the gums from bleeding needed much longer. 3) Shaving. (I’ve used an old photo here, but the cuts were surprisingly similar.) The neck, cheek and chin were nicked with the four-blade-razor but were easily stopped with a splash of Brut stinging but effective Brut aftershave. (Can you see the eczema coming on? This photo was taken about 2 weeks ago). 4) were washed and medicated.
Germoloid Ointment was gently applied, with instant relief being the outcome. Phew! 5: Washing, then medicating poor little . I must get some more Germolene ordered! 6: Sounds like a simple job this next one – but Oh, No! Not with my regiment of ailments, it isn’t. Especially when trying to get a pair of the Morrisons PPs (Protection Pants) on. You see, my right leg has the , as well as the dodgy . The right leg (Well, they both are) is also gifted with a visa . Each foot had an . Socially-minded occupies each knee along with Cartilage girls Chloe & Carole. Naturally, there’s always, often more than once diurnally, , which can turn and off at will, confusing the brain completely – which tries to respond but does it with best guesses. I’m not kidding; there are times I’ve burnt a finger in the oven, and I felt nothing but could smell something burning (that would usually be a finger) until I looked at it, and the brain gets the message and passes it on to me about the pain, then it hurts like hell! Hahaha! I’d love to have a discussion with others who have PN. I read their letters on the HealthUnlocked site on the web. But have never read about anyone else getting this particular trait. I assume the diagnosis was right… but could it be something else I’ve got?
The sheer weight of the retaining fluids makes both limbs heavy to lift. PPs… Oh, I lost the plot there; I got carried away; sorry, I’m back to blogging. If I’d got a microphone in the wet room, you’d have heard a bit of cursing, arghing, and swearing as I struggled to get the pants on! But I did it!. 7: Then, just the slippers and dressing gown to get on. “Just,” he says! I moved into the front room to get the slippers on to be safer. Which proved to be an excellent idea! Until… : Using the long shoe horn, I manoeuvred the end into the slipper, and standing on the extra-dodgy right leg, moved the left foot towards the slipper… At the optimum time to get me over, I gave way, and down I went… but at this stage, I’d like to blow my own trumpet – which is not easy, cause I don’t have one, Haha! I was impressed with my taking the precaution of entering the front room now! I fell backwards into the c1966, £300, second-hand charity-shop bought, crumb-containing, odour-retaining, Harold’s Haemorrhoid-testing, nauseatingly beige coloured, non-working, virus-breeding recliner. That was better than going onto the floor! Mind you, started bleeding and had to be cleaned and medicated again.
That took me that long; the afternoon Carer arrived as I put on my dressing gown. I can’t tell how long it took me chronologically cause the battery in the wet room clock had died. I reckon it was close to three hours! I can’t go on like this without some further costly help.
Waste bags.
It’s a wickedly lousy shot of the end car park.
The front view is not good either. Tsk!
The last banana and the best of the bunch, bought from Iceland. Only 25% of it was bruised.
. Are these bits floating in the wee-wee extracted from the catheter day bag, parts of my Prostate?
Evening shot from the kitchen window.
Later, the sun disappears…
Oh, dear, the legs didn’t look too good this morning. (I just found the lost SD card). Right leg on the left and visa-versa. But betterer than yesterday!
One of Inchy’s famous mystery photos?
The end car park mudslide has nearly all gone.
Got a late meal. Of sorts, I just wasn’t interested much. I wanted much more to get some sleep in. Didn’t enjoy this one at all. The bin got most of it. My fault! Flavour-Rating: 2¼/10!
Washing the pots, and had to go for an early morning visit to the … . What a change from this morning?
Down into the £300 second-hand shop bought nine years ago, c1966, discomfiting, alarmingly beige-coloured, crumb-containing, TV remote hiding, not working recliner. In search of Sweet Morpheous!
But, No! A totally unexpected series of gurgles from the inners, and I groped my way out of the £300, second-hand, musty, Haemorrhoid Harold Testing, cringingly beige, crumb-covered, not-working, rickety recliner. Off to the wet room. En route, , right against the door corner and right into my There was no time for pain; the rear end was struggling to prevent a premature evacuation from occurring. Just as well, I didn’t stop. Even more amazingly… . Another reversal of evacuation modes? It beats me: what is going on?
Cleaned up and got my head down again… Soon drifted off, but not for long. The return of commencing his harassment, tugging at my guilt and errors… The Git!
A mishmash of mordant mental malignancy was gone through today. Confusion over metastatic prostate cancer; Why am I still taking the Finasteride. It was originally told me by the specialist at the Haywood Hospital, that they were for a month’s course. Then the would be removed for 24 hours, to allow me to try manually peeing. Then a bladder scan would be done to see what’s left in it, not passed. If all is well, the Catheter can be removed. If not, the only course left open is for you to have a permanent one fitted. This has been done three times now. Every time the bladder was found to be 30% full after weeing. I’d hoped to be told that I’d be going on the waiting list for the operation on the bladder. There would still be a bad to be controlled of course – but the key factor in this cheering me up was that a tube would go into the bladder via the side of the stomach. Hence: My poor battered and getting cut up and causing so much pain, would hopefully be a memory! But, No! They just replaced the contraption again, and the whole procedure was repeated twice more. Same results not enough passed! ensured a free run from ensued today. Deepak-Depression, self-criticising, Fed-Upperedness and I have to admit it… to a certain level of self-pity. Which dissipated I . It seems to make me aware that I am far better off than many people in the world, country, Nottingham, even Sherwood and in these flats where I dwell, with my topsy-turvey, ever-changing moods.
At the moment, typing this, albeit already Sunday afternoon and I’m miles behind with everything; I’m verging on feeling almost, practically contented! Of course, it won’t last long, but there you go. Had I not been feeling up, the downers would never have arrived… I think I got that wrong somehow? I’d better get a move on. My photo comments will be a little shorter than usual (Well, we’ll see how it goes). To save me time. A lot to get done today. A lot to forget, lose and do wrong as well. – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
. A photo missed off of yesterday’s blog.
07:10hrs: Up late again, needing to appease the demands of the bowels. Much firmer products were evacuated!
Waste dogs sorted out.
Making the first of the two mugs of tea allowed me… However… So the tea had gone cold! Tsk!
Fodder arrived… Unpacked the bags… Plenty of bread! Fresh foods. Disappointed with the bananas! See the black strips underneath the stalks? A sure sign of age and mistreatment. All bar one were bruised, uneatable!
Daily medicationalisationings.
The new dressing gown was delivered, just before arrived. Just after I’d taken a photo of the gown. It didn’t come out the colour that it actually was. took the camera and tried to get a better shot for me. He held them up while I tried again. Better, but not right yet… Not a lad to be beaten, he took it out on the balcony and got this ace shot taken. That’s the colour!
Spent ages on the blog, and nearly forgot about the emptying. Hehe!
But the flow steadied, and three hours and 2 litres of spring water later, the pouch was nearly empty?
Had to sort through the Asda-Walmart frozen diced potatoes before getting them in the oven.
Took this photo of the getting dark earlier sky as I made the vegetable soup.
Chunky vegetable soup, with plenty of diced, boiled then roasted potatoes. A better job this time. Taste: 8/10.
After dining well, I got the pots all finished washing up.
And I took this snap of the evening view.
Then I dived (not literally of course) into the c1966, £300 Oxfam charity shop bought, second-hand, wincingly grotty, beige coloured, crumb-covered from my nocturnal nibbling, itch-making, uncomfortable, positively unhealthy & dangerous, no longer operational, virus-breeding, easy-to-fall-out-of, Catheter-tube-trapping, recliner. Hope I can get that bed soon from the hospital. I’ll have to beg someone to ring them for me… and hope and pray they can get through this time.
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I dreamt you Won the Lottery…
May the unknown emotions, within, waiting… To burst forth, with the verifying… Your coming Lottery win is innervating, So much, you’ll want it reaffirming! What’ll you spend it on? I’m just guessing… A new bathroom for your ablutioning? Pay for your noisy neighbours assassinating? Pay off your Auntie to stop her blackmailing? No need for any more of your burgling! A holiday in Australia, backpacking?
Go to a health spa, for detoxificating? Your power bills will be less concerning! No more fears, or talk about bankrupting! Or your mental health deteriorating! Go live somewhere with security gating? Private Doctors may charge £10 per Aspirin, Go on, live an idle life that’s high-faulutin’!
Oh, yes, that’s what you have been doing! Rishi & wife Murty, have been capitalising. Destroying HMG, the Tories are dying… But, no need for your sighing... Positions of power you can be buying? Purchase a fifteenth home in Pekin?
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Storm Babet was settled in for the majority of the day. A run of nine hours of rain. As a record of this, I took photos of the end car park mudslide throughout the day as it gradually grew gruesomely! Tried to take a close-up through the window. Then, opposite the flats. It’s flowing down now. Tried a closer shot with the window open. Then, an even closer one. Muddier water now… Still growing slowly. Another close-up. The top white car had escaped. It’s at its peak here!
Ablutionings.
Mug of Glengettie.
The District Nurse, Sophina, arrived. Now I’ve got two new diabetic socks on, with ankle straps, I think. Poor gal got soaked in the rain, and her feet and socks soaked through. Luckily, I have several pairs of new, unworn socks from back in the day when they fitted, and I could use . And we went in to pick a pair so she could have dry tootsies on for the rest of her rounds. Lovely gal.
Do you remember me telling you about her? It was never easy to manipulate by getting worse legs into the darned thing. Every time, I ended up with bruises, bleeding or blood nips. Many Tumbles as well. But nowadays, she lurks in the spare room, and I feel a hatred (well, fear) for her each time I go into the room. I swear the green-coloured, plastic-covered metal implement of torture still laughs as I go by! I can no longer physically cope with using her now. ‘Thank Goodness!’
As indeed, the other five visits of the day were!
Late afternoon,The plastic pouring cones arrived. I refilled a dropper bottle with Olive Oil. And to think they came from Taiwan within three days of ordering! When I was filling the bottle, a burst forth from the door chime. A resident had seen the other driver leave the quilt I ordered for the bed that may never arrive, and he’d left it in the ground floor lobby! Things have gone missing from there many times, and I thanked the man venomously for bringing it up to me. Now, if I can get some help with ringing the Age UK number the nurse gave me, I can find out if they can help at all, pay them, and after the clearing is finished, inform Sarah from the Falls & Rehabilitation Team that it is cleared, and then she will order a bed for me. But I have to find out first if they can help. Then, there is that new appointment at the EENT for the post-cataract procedure – whatever that is. I’ve got to book a lift with Easy-Link there & back. It’s all go here! Haha!
THE QUILT
At midnight, I gave up on the blog and got my Friday meal prepared.Although, it was a Saturday meal by the time I got it cooked and served up. Not too bad. Taste-Rating: 7.2/10
Stayed up trying to catch up with the blogging, until around 05:00hrs this morning, 3 hours kip, including two failed trips to the Porcelain Throne. It was the same on the third visit later – but this time I was back in the wet room within ten minutes, and; Gooey, sticky messy! I also forgot all about putting the night pouch onto my . It looked like the infection was coming back, judging by the dark brownish colour in the day bag.
arrived, not seen him for a while. Good job that he was a little behind this morning, and I asked him to call the Age UK please, about organising and finding out how much it will cost, and of course, if they could help me, in clearing the bedroom out, so I could let Sarah at the Falls & Rehabilitation, to tell her when it is done (if), and she could order the bed for me.
He sorted out and put the leg straps & socks on for me. Not on himself, on me. Hehe! Then dished out the medications. He told me we only have two-night bags left for my pesky. I hope they send some more soon. Especially with the urine being so dark.
The right leg scabs, before the Compression socks & strapping were put on, looked to be improving a little. As is my mode of luck, failure and frustrationalisationings, the lad tried ringing them and could not get through to them; they were too busy. He tried again later, and I think they told him he was 11th in the queue waiting! He said he’d try again later and would let me know. I’ve heard nothing.
The rain was stopping now. The mudslide was an indication that there must have been plenty of rain overnight. While taking a zoomed-in shot of the mudslide at the end car park, leaning out of the balcony window a smidgeon, poor, battered about by the tubing sticking in him for what must be over a year now, was giving me some aggro and started bleeding fairly badly. Argh! That’ll teach me to bend and stretch! I was in & out of control of things for at least five hours. Was just beginning to feel that I was regaining what was going on around me, and evening a little when arrived. My memory was vague still, and thought distant, slightly confused somewhat. Got the medications handed out and he brought into the flat with him two letters that’d been delivered. Being half out of it mentally, I somehow assumed it was from the Audi Clinic. I am still waiting to hear from them about the three appointments I have coming up. I believed this to be the case, then the damned brought a semi-panic about how I can arrange a lift to get there, I’ve no to help me for two weeks; she’s off on holiday. I felt a right twollop when it dawned on me that the four-page appointment & instructions letter, was from the EENT. It was something about post-cataract operation procedures. No idea what it involves. For the 1st December, 10:45hrs. So, need to arrange to book a lift with NHS City Transport, or Easy-Link there and back. Plenty of time, but I mustn’t forget to do it.
So after Ben left, I rewrote the whiteboard reminder. I didn’t realise I had so many things that needed doing, Covid jab, lift to arrange. Audio Clinic three appointments outstanding, I need someone to ring them to find out if they have forgotten about me, or mayhap changed their minds, or it will take a lot longer to wait? Virgin going full-fibre. A list as long as your arm of things to do in preparation and installation. Kara said plenty of time. But that is just longer for me to worry about, I still don’t know if the wrist and room intercom alarm will work on the new system or not? Then the nurse will call hopefully tomorrow – I need to mention that having only two-night pouches left she may bring some with her? Then the mess with trying to get help with clearing the room out so Sarah can order the second-hand bed for me. And, British Gas keep asking for a metre reading as being urgent, now critical in their last email. No one seems to know what needs reading on the meter? The mood, then brought forth all the other worries! The bladder, how come they have left it in for over a year now? They have removed it to let me try to wee manually on only three occasions in all that time? The next day checked on the bladder contents using the scanner, and decided it was still a third full on each time! But still do not give the go-ahead for a permanent catheter to be fitted. Then there is that agony is causing. Tiny bits of raw flesh coming off of now! , , , , the new , , and now which apparently is a parasitic disease caused by blood flukes (trematode worms). Not to mention on the left foot, and the on the right foot! Or the , or both legs having , , or , , and his unwelcome , along with other ailments, disabling my physical capabilities. Then of course there is , taking care of the destruction and incapacitating of the mental side. At least the comforting words of the nurse encouraged me a smidgeon; “Things can only get worse, so make the best of what you haven’t got today!” Spoken, with the biggest of grins on her face.I laughed out loud! Which sadly, is such a rarity nowadays.Hahaha!
Going to make something to eat now, and back to finish off in the morning. Well, that’s the plan! Not too bad at all! Yummy!
Lighter this morning… No, it’s not, I got up late!
My right leg looked a little battered?
Waste bags sorted.
Got the new drinkie in the cupboard for the nurses and carers to pick from. Keeping a list of those given out this year. I missed someone out last year. Tsk!
Well, that was unexpected.
Lunchtime treat.
A repeat evacuation for the first time in months.
The being-done-up for six months home has a ladder moved. Mayhap the builders have returned?
Carer Benjamin at work.
Gotten Himmel, changed again. Getting regular summonings to the Throne?
My usual photographicalisationing skill showed through again on the evening snaps of the view.I got the colly wobbles? I tried a close-up shot. Ahem!
Midnight bag sorting again.
03:00hrs: Good Heavens – Again! Well, seeing the time made me stop blogging and make the meal of the day.
Oh, by the way… Only went down as far as know. Well-Done… Who also own or have shares in many other Internet providers throughout the world:
They own Virgin Media UK. Own or have a financial involvement in Telenet, UPC Switzerland, All3Media, VTR, Virgin Ireland, UPC Poland, Canal+, Focus Sat,. UPC Europe, Chorus Communications, Vodaphone UK, Priority Telecom, United Global, Vodafone, ‘3’, BT, EE, Zen, Open-reach, ITV plc UK, Sunrise UPC, 02 UK, Tesco Mobile, giffgaff UK, Vodaphone Netherlands, Ziggo, Vodafone Ziggo, Play Media Play 4, Play 5, play 6, Play 7, UPC Slovakia, Part of Liberty Global is separately listed as LiLAC (Liberty Latin America and Caribbean Group), operating in over 20 countries under the consumer brands VTR, FLOW, Cabletica, Liberty, Más Móvil and BTC. No doubt about it, Liberty-Global!
True Oligarchalists!
Liberty Latin America’s operations consist of Liberty Puerto Rico, a provider of pay-TV, Internet, and telephone services in Puerto Rico, and VTR, a Chile cable provider of television, telephone, mobile, and internet services. Through the acquisition of Cable and Wireless Communications, Liberty Global has become the owner of the largest pay-TV and broadband provider in the Caribbean. In addition, the company also owns CWC’s operations in the Seychelles, Cable & Wireless.
A fine-looking feast was prepared. It tasted foul! Not sure what I must have got wrong, but, Eurgh! Flavour-Rating: 1/10. The gravy was okay.
The days get harder & longer, I’m turning into a whinger,
Difficult to wash, not that I’m too eager,
I may be developing ablutophobia?
My broken rotting teeth are acicular,
But the nurses have been avuncular,
Learnt I’ve now got Ideational Apraxia, (I’ll look it up later…)
Leaking legs, my brain goes into auto-closure,
It’s a battle to keep my composure.
Dark depression lingers… Howsoever…
Later on, I made some Leicester Cheesy potato! – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
Woke late, nearly 07:00hrs: Mind you I didn’t get my head down until about 04:00hrs, I stayed up all night to get caught up with the blogging. Got the pouch emptied and changed, and needed (I thought) to go to the wet room to visit the Throne. I was wrong! Only one long blast of wind!
arrived as I was cleaning the blood from and poor battered about … I spoke with her through the open door. She kindly asked if I needed any help. She got the medications sorted, and we had a natter. I do love a laugh and a chinwag! But, I forgot to ask her to put the leg strap back on for me. I’ll ask when she returns. Jenny also took the washing down for me.
This means that the strap and stocking could be cleaned: bless her. As she was about to leave, the Asda order arrived. A big one, but no hassle about storing stuff away; the majority of the order was Christmas pressies, nibbles and drinks, for the medicos and Carers. She got them in the kitchen for me, not a lot; most of it went in the spare room.
I also got some more tonic and soda water to appease the demands of my non-working bladder.
No wash, no shave, the day was belting passed fast again. And I sank into a ‘Soddit-Mode’, and pressed on with the blogging. With the usual memory losses, mistakes, cock-ups and lack of sufficient concentration.
Unbeknownst to me, the District Nurse came in and made me jump. Hehehe! This is how the legs looked after a night with no straps on. Today, I had to have another strap put on the right leg. which looked like this. She put some pads on the wounds, before putting on the diabetic decompression sock, and then… After both straps and socked legs were done… and now having chicken legs, the new slippers could be got into!I thanked her, and she said that she would be back, ‘Just Like Arnie’, on Friday to check.
A Photo of the Asda bits here, I forgot.
I selected three potatoes, to use later to use making some cheesy baked spuds.
Many more hours were spent without any interruptions. Not that I needed them today. The mind would float away, then the left-leg-up periods. No nodding off at all. Back to the computer, and misspellings, typographical errors, grammatical mistakes, heterography clangers and various howlers flowed.My concentration was minimal. Annoyingly, I had no idea why? Do you think it might be something with all the nurses calling on me and getting me excited? Haha!
I started an early nosh. I’d got the spuds from the oven, making a right mess dropping bits of potato all over the floor and treading on them, while scraping the flash out of the husks, into the basin with the cheese in it. Bashed them about and mixed it all up. I added sea salt and no-butter butter as I did my best to blend the mixture together. Back in the oven to crisp up for an hour, and had another feast to eat! After that, I settled down with my legs and feet up on the Carers chair. Carer Leuman returned and took off the leg attachments for me. Dealt out the medications and off to his home. I thanked him for his help & wished him well. After he’d gone, I realised that the pads had been leaking. No bother; they soon stopped.
Then, back on with the blogging. Where I am now, at 03:15hrs!Better try to get some sleep in.
