A day of vagueness, the brain full of wanderlust. After staying up until the early hours of the morning hours to try and make some progress on blogging. I didn’t get up until the Carer woke me. The ablutionalisationings took me well over two hours, and I could not shower either, or even wash the usual one foot now, with the new strapping over the compression sock, and on the masses of compression bandages on top of the woolly wrapping, I’m beginning to smell I think? The day buzzed by, and no blogging was done at all. And I nearly had a tumble and fall. So forgive this catch-up for being small… It’s Monday night now, as I type and scrawl, Will I get any sleep at all? – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
Straps and diabetic socks on the left… both legs… & , in both… crippling .
Views from the balcony. The Tree Copse, can no longer visit, sadly. The mud-slide dwindling. Straight ahead. Gloom!
But in the afternoon… The cloudless sky did look wonderful.
Evening Nosh Preperationing… Sorting out the dodgy Asda potatoes. Then I cheered exponentially (Is that the right word?). Yes, I looked it up! Flavour Rating: 7/10 – Decent nosh.
I felt I was just about to nod off, and a mob of, happy-go-lucky, pot-smoking yobboes in the bottom field got the Reggae music going. Bless them!
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – I’m not really scowling in this photo, honestly; I’m not. It’s just that I’d just had an accident in the kitchen, and … well, , and at the same time, I knocked the milk off of the counter and hit my elbow trying to catch it from falling on the floor. I missed, and a splattering of milk was spilt. Bent down to wipe it up before it got sticky, and that set off. Not that it bothered me, of course. The slip on spilt milk I’d missed got to me a bit. However, the day was an improvement from yesterday! It’s not very often that I can say that and be truthful Even if things did get a smidge confusing later on. – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
04:20hrs: I woke with both and both stinging away at me… but not for long, oh, no. As I lowered the left leg carefully, It was undoubtedly failing that caused the heavily bandaged leg to clunk onto the floor. , followed by a few quietly emitted oaths and curses, as I hit my against the leg stanchion on the chair. I pondered… “Surely this can’t be happening”. But it was! I got the Germolene from the ottoman, rubbed some in the left knee, and rubbed it in well for a while. The knee was a little larger than when I got my head down last night after doing the same thing, rubbing in the ointment. Took off the , and grabbed , to take this photo of the colouring. Which was not too bad at all. I gently raised my elephantine body up on its dodgy knees, leg ulcers, with and in both, to catch my balance… I don’t know why I’m not in hospital. Hahaha! Grabbed the wooden walking stick, and hobbled into the kitchen to get the kettle on. Where I took these three-morning view photographs – Gawd! They came out worse than yesterday’s were? What’s the opposite of smug-mode-engaged? I’ve just looked up an antonym… and made a tab to use; !
Yet another photo that I either can’t remember taking or, took without realising that I’d taken it. Not good, is it?
Eventually, I got the first of the two permitted brews of tea made. Thompson’s Punjana this time.
Sorted out the waste bags, and got them into one large one. Took it to the front door to be collected by the Carer at a later time.
Then got the daily doses, dosed, and the ointments, cream applications, and medications tackled. Ear drops, eye drops, and eye-cleaning sorted. Washed the Jenny-Donated mugs ready for the second brew, possibly Glengettie in the afternoon/evening. Off to the wet room for the first duties. Far less rumbling within the innards this time pre-session. Things seemed to be nearer normal this time… Not that I ever have a regular evacuation. Hehe! The lovely Carer arrived and I asked her to check the date written on the day pouch. I asked her if she could change the bag, but could not help her on how to do it. She rang someone, Meridian, I think, I could not hear what she was saying.
The man told her the bag was to be changed every month. This left me feeling confused. I felt sure that Kara checked every week to check and see if the day-pouch had been changed? convinced me that I’d got it wrong again. I apologised to for getting things mixed up. A lovely gal. I think I’m losing it worse than usual? I’d have put money on it that I was right, and it should be weekly, and the dried blood from backed me up. “Thunder-Cocker-Upper Inchy” Strikes Again” Hehe!
Galore on the blogging, so I gave it up and did some sorting in the spare room. No lifting or bending, though, as per the instructions and recommendations from Sarah of the Falls & Rehabilitations Team. More bags to go. Back to the mistake ridden-ever correcting the blogging.
The next caller was . Another nice gal. We managed a little natter, leg-pulling and laugh. During which I explained my earlier over my thinking that the was changed every week… And she said I was right! It’s the entire , tube and all, that should come out monthly; the day bag was to be changed weekly. We decided that the communication with whoever it was who was rang on the phone was muddled, and the advisor, whoever that was, thought she meant the whole shebang being changed. You know, the inserted tube being removed, Argh! I left off overnight to see if I could manually pee again. Over the last 12 months or so, this has never been the case. Then, a month trial on Finasteride tablets to try and reduce the size of the prostate as a last gasp-chance, and if this does not work, a permanent catheter will have to be fitted. The month trial turned into a 6-month trial; no passing, but still on the Finasteride even now! No signs of any permanent catheter being fitted either. This seemed a logical conclusion to me, and Joanne. We both wondered if they were waiting for me to snuff it. Save them the expensive operation? Won’t keep them long. Hahaha!
I selected the lesser bruised potatoes and put them in the oven tray for baking later. It turned out to be ten hours later as it happened. Tsk! A snack, a treat, was the next thing I made. Two mini butter croissants, with some naughty lemon curd in a side dish for dipping them into, and the final mug of Glengettie for the day.
As I took this snap of the beautiful sky… I thought of Mother Nature, and far beyond the sky… Are there really aliens out there monitoring the earth and its tellurians, especially humans? We seem to assume that they will all talk in English? Learning it while spying on our planet. Will their language, to us, sound all gibberish?
Our greed, lust, and criminality make the sick?
Our inventions, Money, H-Bombs, & arsenic? Will they understand anything oligarchic?.
Spite, hatred, and Jealousy are pathetic! Are we destroying our own earth, killing each other? Home to some is a Fatherland or Mother? Our lack of morals, bigotry, greed & multi-faiths?
Slaughtering the innocents, children & waifs? The unknown below our ocean waves?. Going to the moon, some say we didn’t, some did? Our war criminals who fled and hid? We free murderers to kill again, wrong, surely? Families die of starvation daily? Proletariats, scroungers, people controllers? Some still believe in help from prayer? Does anyone on earth care?
They all want more than their share!
Although, to be absolutely fair…
The aliens detected mostly despair,
And said, “Oogle bzz rticklum zare”
Translated: “Sod it, we’re not landing there!”
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What a fantastic, beautiful display of clouds in the sky this afternoon. My love of pareidoliaising was inspired! I saw a frog, nose, fingers, and many creatures with open mouths, and beaks. Took me a while to pull myself away from searching and finding so many things within this view from above. It’s one of the best, most pareidoliaiable I’ve ever taken… speaking as a committed, dedicated Pareidolianist. I just can’t help myself, Hehehe!
The blogging was not very productive now. Feeling tired and weary. Thus, even more cock-ups and mistakes were being made as I pressed on regardless. I cheated on my two mugs of tea a day… and made a third one. Naughty? Yes! In mitigation, it was not intentional then, as fooled me. But by the time I’d sat at the computer to drink it… the Memory returned and guilt flowed. I thought, well, I’m not throwing it away now, and drank it gladly! I didn’t realise how long it took to make so many errors on the blog!
Checked the spud in the oven. Soon be ready to get them made into cheesy potatoes.
Nightie-Night Sunshine! See you tomorrow. Well, let’s hope we do anyway, my friend. Evening Carer Victor called. Took his Blood Pressure, pulse and temperature. All was fine! ♫ Jealousy, t’was all over my Jealousy ♫. Hahaha!
Made a start emptying the potato husks into the mixing bowl, with some delightful Leicester Cheese to taste. I got them mashed as well as I could without any major droppages or spillages. Flesh back in the halved husks, with sea salt and not butter, butter. Forked the tops to aid with crisping while cooking. And into the oven on 220° heat, and back to close the computer down. Then, I got the dirty pots I’d made washed with my not-so-secret method: I’d put the dishes in the bowl, baking powder and washing up liquid added, and as the hot water filled the bowl, most of the bits of burnt cheese floated up and out of the bowl into the sink! A tip here: if you try this, make sure you run plenty of cold water around any metal bits in the sink cause it stains it rotten! As I discovered the first time I tried it, I didn’t rinse the baking powder properly. Now, with all my ailments, I also have a horrendously well-staind metal sink! That is impossible to clean off! Here it is! Two potato rissoles, and the ultra-tasty, & flavourful, took three hours to cook and came out alright for once, famous throughout the land.. the World, and the Universe are my own secret recipe for Leicester cheesy baked potatoes! Well, my neighbour Josie likes them.
What a slog of a day. Confusion, delusion, disappointment, a memory blank or two, and forever sort of in semi-control, couldn’t-care-less, and or Fretting about having nothing to fret over modes.Honestly, I worry about myself at times, then sink into an almost, but not quite there, semi-accepting-everything without bothering period.And even with the Carers and the nurse calling, I spent far too long on this blog. But enjoyed it… apart the the self-detrimental and imitation happy-go-lucky periods. Which were all mingled together at times. Talk about up & down! Humph!.
04:45hrs: Great colour this morning. I felt tired out still, and had to encourage myself to escape the c1966, £300 Oxfam charity shop bought, second-hand, itchy, 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. Caught my balance, and began to revert to my usual morning state of confusion and more confusion.
Ablutions and the first of the four visits to the Throne. Each event was of a similar nature. Apart from this first evacuation, that is. I think a slow starter? Yet I could feel the bubbling and brewing from within, and I fully anticipated the usual of late, ‘Splushes-Splashes’ and all-done routine in seconds. But No! I spent several minutes counting the cracks on the ceiling, and then I got the crossword book and spent ages on them. Not that I got many answers in, but enjoyed it all the same. Then, the motion started and finished in seconds. Why the delay, I don’t know, I’m sure.
The legs are getting fatter at the top, and the left is thinner at the bottom.
I must report that the getting rather annoying, and bothersome is getting uncomfortable and causing lesions on the skin? With
Waste bags were collated. And left in the hallway close to the front door for collection by the kind carer. At this stage, I had a little bother when suddenly gave up the ghost momentarily. But being in the hallway was a help, as I could reach and use the walls to prevent any tumbling onto the floor. Yes, I had not taken a stick with me. Tsk! Lucky really!
I took this with the window open from inside the balcony, at the right end, facing North, towards Daybrook, Arnold and eventually Mansfield. The rain was coming, and the mudslide growing. Then some snaps of the weather, and views from the kitchenette windows. But I did my bestestist! Hehe!
The weather made getting a decent shot taken rather difficult. Yes, they were not so good either today. Why? I’ve no idea. So I cleaned the glasses later & washed the eyes.
Returned to close the balcony window I’d left open. (The rain & wind coming in prompted me to! Hehe!) And spotted a new vehicle in the car park from the earlier photo. So took this shot with it in. A motorbike, paramedic, or police possibly?
Either way, not a good sign.
This may have been a mistakenly taken picture?
The last view of my leg’s condition was before the District Nurse arrived minutes later. bless her cotton socks, to sort me out with new paraphernalia straps & bandages!.
The arrival of any nurse always cheers up near toothless Inchy! Haha!
The nurse had brought a lot of new gear to use on me again today. I felt so cared about! I was smiling, joking and in fine mental form… Honestly!
More spare compression bandages and lesion pads. A big bagful. It looks to me like it will be a long job anticipated in getting the legs sorted out? A new black wind-on compression sock.The nurse first removed the bandage from the right leg. I loved the ridges it had left on the skin, and I asked her if she’d take a photo of it, for me to use on the blog. She took the two above for me. You can see how well the compressioning had reduced the fluid. content of the right leg! She then put on the black leg support on the left leg. This will need changing every so often and washing.
Watching the Angel fit it, was such a complicated procedure. I don’t think the Carers will not be able to do it without much further instruction.Before doing this, she took a snap of the leg with (above left). With newankle ulcers forming. The black compression sock did not show up in this photo. I thanked her most-muchly; she said she, or someone would be back next Tuesday to check things out and make any changes needed. ♥
On my fourth visit to the , or rather, after my fourth visit, I realised that the olive oil dropper bottle was nearly empty. So I meandered wobblingly into the kitchenette, and started searching (I never found it) for the mini cone out. (Found some on eBay and ordered them, free delivery from China?) played dead for a few seconds… this time she got me – Crunched down on the hard floor, but the helped soften the blow. And there was no damage caused to anything, other than my knee. Hehe!
Discombobulated, I closed the computer and got a very much-belated, but needed 4-hour-leg-up-session in the £300 second-hand shop purchased, c1966, welt-causing, uncomfortable, not-working, itch-inspirational, crumb-containing recliner. Waking up a few hours later, I decided to have my second mug of tea of the day. Utilising , and carefully taking this shot from the kitchen window, of the fast-disappearing sun. Not too bad an effort.
Got some nosh done. Potato Cakes, the last of the sweet Jenny-donated tomatoes, and some pickled beetroots. Which were unfortunately rock hard! I tried two and had to dish them; the rotting teeth couldn’t cope with them. Hobbled into the kitchen to get the washing up done. Checked that the taps (Faucets) were turned off, and no hobs, slow cooker or oven had been left on. I returned to the recliner, looked at the Freeview schedule, and found that I could now watch two episodes of ‘Heartbeat’ and ‘Cracker’ on the same channel straight after each other. An entertainment feast for me! Huh! I don’t know how I do it… I drifted off at the first set of adverts, and woke 4-hours later when the credits were scrolling at the end of the second ‘Cracker’ episode! Someone asked me last week, “Do you watch a lot of television now you’ve got the time?”
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – Another Inchy Failure – He got 3 in 60 seconds! – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – Not so Good This Week – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – Another day of ineptitude. My time-consuming, managed brain, meant terribly vexing periods of mistake-making, finding, and still not correcting properly – thus, I spent far too much of the day in grammatical investigations. Intermingled with getting so involved in my blogging, I kept forgetting the 4-hour leg-up, and then 4-hour stood-up as a routine treatment, as the nurse explained being essential if we have any hope of the now ulcerated, wound to be effective and will ever heal. Not that this was the worst of things today… Oh, no! It’s being so cheerful that keeps me going,you know! Oh, no… The , or to be more precise, the tube that is slowly dismantling poor, painful and the flesh around it, is far more bothersome. Not to mention now being supported in her “Let’s Make Inchy Hurt & Fall-Over” mission. Now backed up by a new ailment, a sister, . They are easily outdoing the old regular, in the pain stakes. At least this morning, they are. I’d give 6/10, the new girl an 8/10, and the old man, a mere 3/10… things can change! ———————————————————-
A bit clearer this morning in the nocturnal pouch
Why? What? I know not!
Day pouch filled up with darker urine?
The compression bandaging was looking good. I like having two-tone coloured toes! Hehe!
Into the kitchen to check the taps.
The floor was disgusting from being mopped and the things that I had spilt love the last few days. I must try to give it a mop job, but first…
You’d not believe how long and the mess it took me to get the pad on the mop. The ‘Speed-Mop’ – Huh! It didn’t move a lot of the dirt and stains… Just about worth the effort & pain it cost me. Of course, I spotted patches that I’d missed altogether, the next time I went to the kitchen. Spit!
Finally got a brew of tea made. I made it carefully, cause this is the last of the three china mugs I bought. Last week, I mourned the passing (and shattering) of the second mug this year. I do think that tea tastes better, imbibed from these mugs. Well, mug, now!.
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – The delivery arrived as my beloved Nurse Christina was taking the blood sample for the INR level testing. She kindly took the bags through to the kitchen for me. What an Angel of Mercy &Beauty she is ♥ I thanked her, and was suddenly slightly stupefied as she departed; When I realised (or thought) that the order was ordered for 8 days later? I shan’t go any further into that, as this sickenly often-repeated Whoopsie with the food, was getting me into a self-loathing mode. Household items. Treats, luxury fodder! A mixture. A crammed-to-the-hilt fridge & freezer.
The rain had been coming for ten minutes or so when I went, as I often do, due to the memory-distorting qualities of , to check that I’d not left anything on the cooker or taps (faucets) running. I saw that the mudslide had started at the end car park, took the above photo from the balcony. The rain was pouring down heavily as I took this photo from the kitchen window to the North. Then one straight ahead… all taken through the window A final one towards the City Centre.
I’ve tried to explain these blanks to the lady at what was then, a Dementia counselling meet. But it was taken casually and she moved on to other areas, as if she did not believe me, or didn’t want to discuss the subject. There are flakes of partial memories in there, (my head), but dirty great blanks at the same time. I don’t seem to have done any computer work during the approximate five hours of the mental vacuum.
.I realised later, that a Carer had called; the log had been filled in. But who and what took place is mega-blank. I’ve not got the foggiest!Yet I do remember cooking and slicing the potatoes, and pasty, that was about to take out of the oven, to serve up for myself. Another carer called as I was eating the meal. But memory is patchy of even that. By the time I was washing the pots up, things seemed to clear?
Sleep was a no-no on my first try. So, I wandered into the kitchen, with my, and … Took this shot of the evening in Night-Scene mode using . It came out much brighter than it looked. Which helped give an impression of the houses, few with any lights on. Mind you it was late.
During the day, Domestic Denise called with some bad sad news. She is leaving the job and going back to her old one. All I can say is;
I think that Riahanna was one of the callers. Of course the fact me forgetting or getting it wrong, are picayune… but not impossible, of course. Hehe! Victor was one I reckon. Think, maybe, perhaps…
I’m finishing this blog off now – and it’s taken me until 11:00hrs on Thursday to do so.
Woke a little light-headed and pondered the time (04:05hrs)…! Then I felt the wet, warm blood trickling down through the Protection Pants; they had never let me down before. Assuming that the tube on the catheter bag must be leaking, I rose from 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, and placed my hand on the wet area… only to find out it was blood! I went to the wet room and adopted my Sherlock Holmesian mode to discover the problem was down there… I soon found the blood flowing close to the tube’s entry point. The PPs were removed, and new Depends were readied to use. I then tried to stop the flow of blood. The Fungal lesion on the little chap appeared to have increased to four now! Argh! No doubt due to the presence of the deadly catheter that has been inserted for over a year now! I did take a photograph of the area… well, the blood on the pants, but decided not to show it, as it looked pretty gruesome. But at least I can show it to the nurses who are due today. But not on the web. Cleaned myself up and daubed masses of the Sudocrem cream on the lower regions of little . A mite too much, mayhap… I almost slid right off it when I had to get seated on the Throne. Hahaha! That was another Trotsky Terence-controlled evacuation – what a smelly mess! Off to the kitchen to make a brew of tea. I was having more trouble this morning from my leg. I took a fetching photo of the car park below the kitchen window. Eerie or not? What do you think?
Added another bag of sorted rubbish to the one not taken last night.
Oh, heck, back to the yet again. It’s been a hectic day up to now. I anticipate it will get worse… my EQ has just given me the nod to expect ructions, unexpected disappointment, or of that nature? He’s never been wrong in his tips, yet. I’m afraid. The evacuation was another Trotsky in-charge affair, but the content came out differently this time. It’s a sort of sludgy with flaky bits around the edges; I’ve had this type once before, a few months ago. I think! I went off to the kitchenette again, only to find I’d left the damned kitchen hot water tap (faucet) running yet again! I keep blaming all these faux pas on , as I used to do with the now apparently absconded … there is something within that is crushing, obliterating my plans, thoughts and abilities to pieces lately. In particular, she loves toying with my short-term memory. I’ve thought about it a lot recently. It erks me!
Later today, I realised that the most cock-ups come when I’m trying to concentrate on something, and a simple thing like a phone call coming in a Carer or Nurse coming in will leave me open to forgetfulness. Even with talking, if someone changes the topic, alters a question… I’m lost! Not only to the new subject but what I was doing before the chinwag started. I’m amazed that I can still do the odes? But everything is error-ridden and takes far too long to get written as I originally meant it to… I often lose the plot in mid-typing!
The blood papules on the left leg had increased a bit. I’ll mention it to the nurse when she arrives later on. He says with an air of fallacious, blind confidence. An odd hue in the flat this morning. Some of my photos seem tinted with a bizarre shade, looking almost as if they are old? But not to fret. Too much! I took another shot straight away. And that came out a different shade altogether? All a part of the mysteries of Woodthorpe Court, with the ghosts, wraiths, spectres, cacodaemons, apparitions, and other grotesqueries that haunt the hallways and lobbies, searching for Inchy to curse with lousy luck, create ambiguities, abstrucities, perplexities, misfortunes and botherations, to scare. Worry and confuse me! Hehe!
Aha, the Iceland order has arrived. So, I left the computer so I could forget where I was up to and what my next move would be. I admitted the driver via the intercom box and opened the door for his arrival. The kind young man carried the box and bags to the kitchenette for me. I had to almost insist he took a can of his choice from the visitor’s drinkies and nibbles shelves. I thanked him much for his help and set about checking the items sent and dates that I could read, anyway. Here on the left is the first bag emptied out. Then, the tasty bagful was sorted. The new cookies from McVities were tried later, and I had high hopes of them being tasty… They were not! The LU bikkies and soft bakes are delicious! The lemon puffs are for Jenny’s other half, Frank. Nice chap, and lovely Lady, they are. He does love them Lemon bikkies so. I hope the nurses finish the leg so I can deliver them later to the lad. But my hopes are low after EQ’s earlier warning. The last carrier had cleaning things in it. Putting these away in the drawer, I proceeded to give myself a tear-prompting against the server-trolley wheel. Naturally, me being a brave, almost heroic, man of courage, grit and gamely pain-tolerant, there was no groaning, moaning or Arghs! The intercom lit up, and I went to investigate. It was two of the District Nurses, who were soon up and in the flat, checking the legs first. They took photographs of the new blood leaks to show the Doctor when they returned to base at the Community Centre. Then, one of the Angels got her computer out and started asking many questions about my medical history, who and where each one was diagnosed when the various ailments first, what treatment I had, and when started. Well, that did not go too well! Instead, I feared she’d ask me for my date of birth because, cause for the love of me, I couldn’t recall it… It came back to me later; she didn’t ask for it. One nurse was training the other. And the young nurse (they were both socially minded and laughed at my ailments, all having been given names) They explained what they were about to do. Take off the old bandage & patch. It was a shock to me when it hurt so much, especially in my right leg, which seems semi-immune to pain at times when the are off-line to the brain. Unfortunately, they were getting through at the time the patch was taken off. Hahaha! The nurse said, “This is my first time putting a diabetic wrap on a leg!” They then had a look at the catheter scabs. Naturally, I forgot all about mentioning . ! As they departed, I insisted they take their choice of drinkies and or nibbles, and I thanked them. One said they would be back on Friday to check out the state of . But this has been said so often, and no one turns up, that a pinch of salt was tasted. Har-har! They did warn me that it would be more painful than the last dressing, as the diabetic wrap is tighter, to keep the fluid higher up in the leg to give poor a chance for the wound to heal. Also, if my toes go blue, I’ve to call them ASAP and for me to take off the dressing straight away. Bless em!
My precious nurse Hristina phoned to let me know she would call in the morning, between 9> and 10:00hrs, to take blood for the anticoagulation DVT department ♥
Unbe-rotten-believable! Not the right, known as , is the one that can give me problems, but the left one (she’ll need naming now); Gave way, and down I went in the kitchen onto my left knee – which, as you know, is the one currently having attached to it! The pain from the fall was of little bother; I was more concerned that the bag may have burst. I checked and thought; well, that was a bit of luck! I thought it an opportune time to make the second brew of Glengettie tea of the day in celebration… Cleaning up milk from the dropped milk carton took me ages and a lot of pain. However, I did so and finally got on with this blog. Talking of lasting, I didn’t get to kip until well-gone 02:00hrs; I just had to get some blogging done after the kerfuffle with the medical things and cleaning up the floor in the kitchen, then the bits of fluff and bandage on the carpet near the £300, second-hand, most uncomfortable, decrepit, Haemorrhoid Harold-testing, micro-organism-microbe-bugged, easily-fallout able-from, unfit-for-use, not working, recliner, that I sat in, for the treatment from the nurses.
I’m addicted, you know!
So I Did! I was so hungry. Sitting there in the £300, second-hand, musty, Haemorrhoid Harold Testing, cringingly beige, crumb-covered, not-working, rickety recliner, I slowly peeled back the outer skin, and my mouth was watering at the thought of munching into it… As the top part of the flesh broke off and slid down my overly proportioned belly, via Little Inchy and over the , and as I tried to catch it and missed, I trod on it as I lost my balance, and I squelched over the carpet…
The darkness began to fall. And I had a spell at the kitchen window. With… Just caught the end of the sun setting. Zoomed in a little… Moments later, she’s gone! Nightie, night!
Then, I industriously set about preparing the simple evening meal. Just potatoes baked, emptied out, causing a few burns on the fingers. Then, even more, I scooped out the flesh and mashed it with No-Butter, butter, Leicester cheese and sea salt in the mixing bowl. Ran a fork over the top of each skin to create ridges so as to crisp up the finished product, and back into the oven, arrived as I was putting the nosh back in the range to crisp up. Medications were given. We managed a little nattering session and laugh.
After the lad had left, I checked on the cheesy spud’s progress, cooking-wise. They needed a little longer. So, I put the TV on to see if anything worthwhile was showing. Not half! Two episodes of ‘Cracker’ with Robbie Coltrane started at ten o’clock (22:00hrs). I knew, of course, it would be the same as last week, and I’d fall asleep when the adverts came on and most likely wake up wide awake as the credits were rolling at the end of the programmes.
I was right!
The last three nights’ differences were phenomenal, unique, and welcome. I slept for over seven hours! Great!.
An improvement on yesterday with the being on the verge of becoming an almost, practically smooth-working, but terribly slow service. Of course, getting it to go in the first place took the usual hour-plus to get a signal at all. Humph! Yes! Only eight times, much better! ruled the day. The 4-hours-up, 4-hours-down routine with the leg, got all muddled, and the brain befuddled. The Mind-Wanderings were a permanent feature of the day, and they flourished, worsening as the day went on. Errors, mistakes, and were their peak of non-performance. How I didn’t sink into the expected , is something that puzzled me at the time, and still does. Through all the mental mayhem, frustrations and mistakes made, I poddled along with them, as if they were a daily issue to just put up with. Well, they are, come think of it!
Just a mess today, sorry.
Back to being dark… Tsk!
Morning kitchen view.
Spuds for the later nosh in the crock-pot.
Four Visits Today. Each one was in a similar fashion.
The waste bag is sorted. Note the China mug within? I poured the boiling water into my favourite mug, and low & behold, it flowed out of a crack that ran from top to bottom of the beloved, now deceased mug! Not only that, but ran over the counter, down the lower cupboard doors, and onto the kitchen floor. Luckily it did not upset me… a bold, brave sort of chap, who took it all in his stride!
Finally made a start on this blog. I later felt the slipping down the leg. I took a decker at it, and it was fairly full, and the urine was an even deeper colour now! I do wish they would give up on this problem. Obviously, the Finasteride Tablets are not working, no help at all. Why can’t they decide to give me a permanent catheter operation now; instead of another month with tearing bits off of poor , and causing so much pain and bleeding? It may come as a surprise to them, but I’m not getting any younger.I really would like to have the procedure now, because it will get a dodgier thing to have done as I advance into my dotage, surely?With is getting worse with every visit by the nurses. Not the mention the s giving me agony and making walking a nightmare! , , , … I’d better stop here, I Depressing missen! Hehehe! It’s not going to get any easier is it? Here Endeth the Rant!
A bit of sorting out, in the fridge and freezer, produced an extra bag of waste to be made up.
This often happened to me recently. With the annoying failing, there are times when the finger ends lose all sensitivity… which can be a help, if you’ve just burnt banged or cut a finger? But not when one is typing on the keyboard. I’ve no idea which buttons I caught in error, but in Corel Draw, the activity arrow, would not work at all. After a good hour, of trying different combinations of the caps, control and alt, things ended up worse than ever… All off and back on again – lost some work!
Simply Wonderful!
Later on…
Veg soup with added spuds, & a little chilli! Taste-Rating: 8.3/10.
Broke their own record for Internet Black-Outs!
Amassing this Sunday, a massive… Eventually, I stopped counting them.
Since which, many more arrived.
Gifted me by . The , smoke and mirrors, thaumaturgy, number-crunching, figure-shuffling, hocus-pocus, mumbo-jumbo, pecuniary, money-mongers, blithely unconcerned about customers, with their sham, bogus false interest in offering a workable internet, or genuine help for the poor demented souls that innocently joined Virgin Media; Back in the days when it worked, before which operates through the following subsidiaries and shareholdings, they own or have shares in All3Media (50% ownership with Warner Bros. Discovery), ITV plc (United Kingdom) (9.9% shareholding) Platforma Canal+ (Poland) (17% ownership), Sunrise UPC (Switzerland) (100% ownership), Telenet (Belgium) (58% ownership), UPC Broadband, UPC Slovakia, Virgin Media Ireland Limited, Virgin Media Television, Virgin Mobile. Virgin Media O2 (70% ownership), O2 UK, GiffGaff 65% ownership, Tesco Mobile (50% ownership). Virgin Media Limited (UK), Virgin Media Business Limited, Virgin Mobile (UK), Vodafone (8.9% ownership), VodafoneZiggo (50% ownership), Vodafone Netherlands, Ziggo, Ziggo Sport, Ziggo Sport Totaal, and Telefónica, and purchasing and destroying the only semi-trustable internet on the market at the time, , for about $234 billion! RIP to Virgin Media Reliability
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Potatoes with sea salt added.
Balcony shot of the end car park. It was not a very good shot as the shower started.
The mini-seconds-long shower stopped!
The tree copse. East end of the car park.
Back inside from the balcony.
Three spuds that took longer than the rest of them? Left them in a bit longer. Cut up some pots, tomatoes and carrots, and added them to the veg soup. Added some beef flavouring. Stirred it in… Then, I added some gorgeous tasting… to the saucepan and gently heat it so as to get the flavours in all the veg. Made a brew and left it warming up gently.
Starting to eat the not good looking home-made Borscht soup, which tasted gorgeous, arrived. I continued nibbling away as we had an excellent two-way nattering session. It filled me up, and I could eat it all. As Joanne said, I put it in the fridge for consumption tomorrow. The medications were done, and off went Joanne. A nice gal.
The sky looked worth photoing.
The bin bags were belatedly sorted out.
Taking them to the front door for collection, I felt the dropping down the leg… It looked like wind more than liquid? It may have been from the Borscht? Hehe! Emptied it and later got the night bag attached to the day bag, ready for head downing.
Checked the taps and stove. The view had changed dramatically. Where did the sun come from?
As I was about to sink into the c1968, tatty, scruffy, unkempt, uncomfortable, virus, microorganism, bug, bacterium, bacillus, germ, parasite producing, and disease-fermenting second-hand, eyesorely-horrendously grungy beige-coloured, £300, charity shop bought, crumb-retaining, moth-eaten, non-working, bacillus encouraging, incommodious, Haemorrhoid Harold testing, recliner; in search of Sweet Morpheus. But the need arose… off to the wetroom, with the in one hand, and in t’other!
I banged my shoulder on the door frame going in.I dropped both and the … tube gave such a pull as it fell, it started ! This left me in a quandary, as kicked off, and the need for the rear-end evacuation felt more urgent! Blood trickling from Little , I decided to get the pants down sharpishly and seated on the WC. Nothing but wind escaped! Leaving emitting and leaving a putrid pong! To stop the bleeding from , clean up the bloodied tubing, and treat, of all things, bleeding. How come, if I only passed wind, the piles bled? Powerful Wind? Another problem arose... I had to empty and remove the night bag, which has a once-only valve for draining, then hobble with the stick to get another night pouch and back to the wet room. (It looked like someone had been stabbed to death in there. Hahaha!) But first, before attaching the night bag, I had to get the fresh PPs on… Then I got the nocturnal pouch back on. Then, the task of cleaning up the mess… With no cleaner to help, the place was already looking even worse and dirtier.So, I just used the picker-upperer to soak up the blood spots as best I could and called it a day… well, morning, which it was by now.
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The day, time, and activities that were being performed; were being lost into the ether, repeatedly, and frustratingly.
A mild dose of blitheness crept in at times.
Traces of the flu vaccine lingering?
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Photographic Prompters…
Morning kitchen window view.
Made a start on blogging catch-up… Within the first half-hour!
Carer Sam, then the Iceland delivery… Bags were taken through to the kitchen. The first bag was emptied, and food was put away. Freezer full! Fridge loaded. None foods & treats. Refilled the Carer, Nurses, & delivery treats. All the bending has set off .
I selected two large potatoes, to be turned
into Baked Cheesy Treats, later on.
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Four-Hours-Leg-Down-Time Back on the computer, taking a hobble to the wet room…
Got the blog for Friday finished off.
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I got the potatoes in the oven baking. Got it back on, and made a start on this blog for a couple of hours’ worth of mistakes & errors to be made.
Had a wash of sorts, no shave!
Got the meal served up. I was pleased with how the potatoes came out! A no-fish fish stick, a bit of the tomato cob, and a mouthful of the tasty, soft, potato… with sea salt & no butter, butter! A Worthy 9.4/10 for flavour!
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Today was not a good one… but no disasters as such. Not a single visit to the .
Managed a new record, I think…
Ah, a betterer colour this morning!
Another not-so-good photo of the morning view.
I had not seen her for ages; nice gal.
I got on with blogging for a few hours. All the regular anticipated mistakes and errors were committed. More than usual, really, with… So often.
arrived for the PM call. She did a kitchen and bathroom check on the taps & stove and took the waste bag to the chute for me.
I took two piccies of the afternoon clouds later. One to the left… ‘Tother to the right!
No seepage from .
Then, when I took my four hours with the leg up on the chair, I turned on the TV to see if anything worth watching was being broadcast… that’s when I drifted off. Five hours later, I woke up with a nervous twitch and tic. I lay there all distorted on 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 recall knocking the remote control thingy off the recliner’s arm, thinking about retrieving it, and… Zzz! Another three hours of heavenly, if broken by mini-wake-ups, sleep was enjoyed.
I think it was who called to wake me.
I was not exactly with it, but I got the potatoes from the slow cooker and mashed them with some not-butter butter, sea salt and a dash of Pryprawa seasoning.I put them in the oven to keep warm and added some no-meat sausages in a saucepan with more Pryprawa seasoning. Tomatoes, pickled beetroot, and some chunky pickles as well.
Took this shot while waiting for the cooking of the meal.
caused the hand to wobble, so I had more salt than planned. Hehe! A taste rating of 8.2/10 was given.
I stayed awake long enough to get the pots cleaned, do a safety check, and then back into the recliner.
Now I plan to sleep. Which initially went well, straight off into dreamland almost instantly. With the absence of last night, it annoyed me when he kicked off non-stop all night. I got fed up with waking up!
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I wonder where the happing of crossing fingers for good luck came from? I’ll Google it now! I know now:
Why is crossing your fingers a symbol of good luck? Crossing fingers dates to a pre-Christianity belief in Western Europe in the powerful symbolism of a cross. The intersection was thought to mark a concentration of good spirits and served to anchor a wish until it could come true.
I tackled the nocturnal pouch removing it.
A much better colour today!
I was summoned to the wet room to use the Throne. The indications acting as a warning that came from the rumblings from the innards, that this was going to be a controlled evacuation… it was!
The mess made was the worst this year! 1½ toilet rolls were used on this visit! Had to change the PPs, and spent ages cleaning up the splattered, watery, phooing product. The stomach was rumbling away for ages, after the evacuation! I feel a little delicate after this one.
Added the sorted bag of waste to the one that I forgot to ask the Carer to take with him, in the hallway. As I was hobbling into the kitchenette to put the kettle on for an early morning mug of Glengettie… The bowels send another dollop of liquid to the back passage… I failed to get to the in time! It took me over three times as long to clean myself, the wet room floor and furniture up this time! And two more rolls of toilet paper were used in the process! Where’s when you need him! I walloped down two Galpharm capsules when I eventually made the mug of tea… well, it was Thompson’s Punjana. And I took one last night as well. Humph! Darned good job I got up so early, with the nurses due to call on me today. One to rebandage. And the DVT to take the deep vein blood from a venous vein. At least I think it was from a venous vein; it may be from a tibial and poplitaeal vein. Looked it up on the paperwork, Venous!
My Goodness! I’ve been up for hours… admittedly spending the bigger part sorting out rather vicious attacks from . I was surprised to see the view from the kitchen was still dark. I eventually got the brew of tea made again.
Later, Carer Marie arrived. No eye drops are needed now; the course is finished. All gone. I’m doing the eye cleaning myself. Medications issued. Thank heavens she noticed that I’d dropped two tablets when taking them. One went in the dressing gown the other on the floor. She rescued them for me. We managed a little natter too. As the gal was leaving, the door chime rang out… It was the Asda order I’d forgotten was coming. I know, it’s hardly believable that I could forget anything, innit? Hahaha!
Treats and essentials! The fridge & freezer were full again!
Worked away on the blogging for a good few hours. Mostly making mistakes and errors, mind you. Mainly because of the I lost yonks again trying to get the signal back. Also lost time and work done when it kept coming back and off again within minutes each time! After an hour or more, it seemed to be working again?
Carer Kara did the midday call. She asked about how the audio clinic visit went. A short visit, but I liked it.
Well into the afternoon, about 16:30hrs, The District Nurse arrived to remove and put on a new dressing on . .
A nice Nurse not seen before. She had a look in the spare room to see if there was room for a bed to go in. Listened to my amusing stories of the ailments.Lovely gal. Someone is calling on Friday to redo the dressing. Be nice it was her again. But I love them all! Hehe!
Carer Benjamin came for the heavy-medication evening visit. I also managed to drop a tablet then as well! Painkillers and Peptac were issued with the regulars. On his mobile a lot so not much talking done. Slipped a Rum bar and drinkie, as I did for all of my visitors today. I took this through the balcony window. Moments later the rain stopped, and the sun reappeared, although was not there for long.
I selected some tomatoes. Got the pots sliced and in the oven.
The view had changed dramatically. As the Sun rapidly disappeared.
Got the meal in the microwave.
Carer Joanne brought up my washing; bless her.
Pots into the dish & added the meal & tomatoes. Desserts on the tray. Flavour Rating: 8.8/10. Nice!
The period spent in the c1966, £300 pound, second-hand charity-shop bought, crumb-containing, odour-retaining, Harold’s Haemorrhoid-testing, nauseatingly beige coloured, non-working, virus-breeding recliner; searching for sleep was a success… But only for a few minutes at a time. made sure of that!
