So many ailments attacking today. The most annoying and bothersome one was without a doubt; . For constant sheer pain, and causing me balance loss. The above-average ones were , and . With support from & a particularly persistent kept failing.
An awful lot of jobs that I could not handle were being left undone. How I’ll ever catch up is beyond me.
The Domestic did not turn up for her hour of cleaning; she’s catching up with her due holidays she told me two weeks ago, so no blame there. The flat is getting untidy now, and beginning to look uncared for. A messy carer’s desk with bits of tablet packaging residue on the carpet. But it’s too dodgy for me to start bending and cleaning in the state I’m in. Sarah the City-Care OT, sent me an email, telling me not to bend down, amongst other advice:
Mission impossible for some of the suggestions. How can the carers find time or staff to help me clear the room? They can’t supply the domestic now. They’ve had to cut down the hour, to half an hour, of financial assistance. It is the holiday period now; the poor devils are struggling. Staff are taking their breaks when they can, before the time runs out, can’t be helped mind you. I know how difficult it is, being in the same position when I was Security Controller at Sawley Security, a nightmare! Mission Impossible for them as well, re this guidance. Everything is getting behind schedule, and my already dilapidated memory is suffering; I’m trying to catch up, and things get further behind. Now, the eyes & hearing have joined forces & stopped me from doing things. Hey-Ho!
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – I’d spent nine hours updating this blog. Too many brown-outs from you know who… This time, I lost all the stuff I’d done today!. So I’ve lost heart here are some bits, mostly photos!
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – Many problems in getting everyday things done. They were affected by things genitourinary, with the genitourinary problems. The flow kept changing and needing attention, emptying and checking every few minutes! The hot water went cold again – I think the maintenance was working on the system, as a lot of noise could be heard throughout the day from above, which stopped around 16:00hrs. So, no wash and shave again. I dare not risk carrying hot water about with my eyes so bad, and of course, there is always the threat of an attack by an ailment? , , , , or even a chance of bleeding, which could mean a hasty rush to the wet room with the possibility of another tumble or trip. I have to admit to being a little nervous; the views from the left eye keep changing into a sort of blurred kaleidoscope-like vision. Often giving me the impression that someone is in the room with me.
But the Surgeon did warn me of this, but it’s a disturbing facet. No doubt the reason this left eye cataract procedure is more painful & bothersome, is that the right eye had one cataract, but this little monkey had three! One Cortical and two Nuclear. Wondered why they gave them this name? Hehe!Saw the funny side of this!
Phone calls from the Anticoagulation DVT Unit, the Doctors Surgery, with the results of INR Warfarin Test at the Hospital yesterday; and a change in Warfarin dosage. Also reminded me that I had not booked in for a flu jab yet! Which I attached to the Carers book cover. He wanted me to call at the surgery, for a fact-updating visit? After I explained my problems with getting to the surgery, he said that the nurse would call me on Monday or Tuesday next week. Forgot which!
The most welcome call from Nurse Hristina, from the DVT (Deep Vein Thrombosis) Anticoagulation unit at the Queens Medical Centre, and pictures of her face as she told me she would be calling on Monday or Tuesday next week to take more blood samples. Gawd she’s such a caring beauty! ♥. Damn, my being born too late! Hahaha!
There were a few occasionally throughout this Friday’s happenings. I missed the mug altogether when putting the water in the tea mug. Lucky, though, only a mess to clear up. Somehow, the hot water missed landing on my bare feet altogether. Yes, nothing short of a miracle that one! The nasty one was going into the wet room, the eye misjudged the distance from the door frame, and I now have a little swelling behind the left earhole where I earhole-butted the door. This also caused more pain in the affected eye. Aye, it’s not all good luck. Tsk! Later on, I missed the computer desk altogether with a bottle of spring water! That was another semi-harrowing and annoying event. This bottle landed right on my At least it didn’t burst open! I did however manage to add another of my to the list; when I got down to pick up the bottle, getting back up, I , and that made me smart a bit, just after it had been assaulted by the bottle. Then… I realised that , forced me into the wet room. Forgetting that I needn’t have bothered, because I’m now completely out of any of the Daktacort ointment… as I am of Germoloids and Olive Oil for the ear-holes! Things were not going very well! Of course, being the confident, Glass-Half-Full, cheerful nature that I am, this didn’t bother me at all… I laughed it off! Within an hour of starting the blogging, I realised I would be in difficulty; the eye strain was bad enough. But the flipping drops need doing four times a day, which means taking off the eye patch and mass of taping that held it in place for the drops, then starting again to get the thing in a position so I could use the good eye for computing, without putting pressure on the pad. This didn’t work out very well at all. The pad slipped repeatedly, and I spent ages getting them back on, only for a carer to come and take it off, to apply the drops. They couldn’t help me with replacing the patch and glasses, cause of the danger of them catching my eye. Understandable! The sudden being overcome by weariness and tiredness came even sooner today. I made an early meal, ate it and drifted off. Woken by the teatime caller. Left the eye patch off after that, too weary to bother, as all I planned to do was sleep. Which lasted for three hours. The Carer returned a little early, not that it matters, woke me up and put the in the eye, Painkillers were issued, and the was attached to the day bag on
Then, at last, I could get some sleep without fear of being woken up… But, No! Of course not! I should’ve known this… Within seconds of dropping off into the bliss of sleep… then, the started! These ideas, thoughts and self-accusations even caught me out… Some were from 72 years ago! I’d totally forgotten about many of the waves of shame, embarrassment and mistakes I’d made, but, they were recalled by , he was in right getting-at-me mood tonight! So many things I’d sooner have regurgitated, flowed into my mind, many unfathomable and or confusing. Along with those from so long ago… Guilt Mode Engaged! – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
Photos & recollections, didn’t do too many, not up to much
04:20hrs: The night pouch was released. A bit darker today!
Kitchen to get the kettle on. Dank-looking morning view of the bottom field, across from the flats
But they took some moving in the first place… I even did some cross-wording before things plopped out!
Back to make the brew, and got on the computer. Not that I could see much, and things took aeons to get done.
Mystery photo, here?
Gave up computing after doing the introduction. My vision was not good, and my concentration was even worse I think. Sat down with my feet up Just about settled enough to get some sleep, and Carer Chris arrived. Took his BP, excellent results. SYS114, DIA67 Pulse78 & Temp 37.8c. Showed up on the NHS result as ‘IDEAL’. Good for Chris! Me? Jealous? No!
After Chris had gone, I went back on the computer again. As I got up, I noted the legs were better looking… I think. Love those white tootsies! Hehehe!
Early nosh sorted out. Franks, tomatoes with added basil and sea salt. The last two bread rolls, Panini, I think they were called. Loads of air bubbles inside? Taste: 7/10.
Had to give up again on the computer; the tiredness and weariness came on early again, just as yesterday.
Soon nodded off, and a heck of a nightmare; that seemed to last a lifetime was experienced. It made no sense; one moment I was climbing up a steep hill, then falling and sliding down a hill of shingle… into a canal and as I was drowning, I found myself in an underground cave, with weird creatures chasing me all over the place, making giggling noises. They were only very little and skinny, but I was afraid of them? Then the whole scenario started again, the same them but a different canal. The next time it played in my brain, the little people were ginormous… a subtle change every time it replayed. Can’t remember how many times I went through it. But there seemed to be no end to the storyline. It just seemed to restart the reel in my head, with subtle changes to each earlier episode I dreamed of. All without any outcome to the tales of woe. Does anyone have any ideas or input, please? Am I going bonkers? Or, should say, bonkerser?
Carer Chris arrived for his last call of the day, waking me up. Fitted the night bag, painkillers given, and eye drops done. I did the lotioning. We had a little natter, that I didn’t follow very well… not that it mattered, he was Facebook on his phone. Hahaha!
I soon nodded of again, hoping the repeat dream would return… I wish it had now; kicked off, and really ruined any chance of a good kip.
I found this photo pm the SD card. I must have missed this one off, too, from yesterday, methinks. From last night’s ‘Heartbeat’ methinks?
Some more photos to go on tomorrow, eyes and Peripheral Neuropathy Pete, permitting. It’s nearly midnight now, better get this posted.
Have a great day!
Гарного дня!
Miłego dnia!
Гарного дня!
すてきな一日を! Havu bonan tagon! Cael diwrnod gwych! Qué tengas un lindo día! Ich wünsche ihnen einen wunderbaren Tag! TTFN, All!
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – Woke in the usual jerking fashion. I am concerned about getting things done in time and in the correct order for the trip to the EENT hospital and, if possible, getting the Wednesday blog finished and posted to give me a chance to make a start on today’s blog, tonight. That doesn’t read right, does it? Grabbed the Kodak and took some shots of the legs & feet. I think I took this one by mistake… A close-up of the feet showed they were still of a different colouration to each other. The ankle ulcer looks like it just might be coming back again. Nothing new there! Removed the night pouch from the day bag. 03:25hrs: I was up and ready to take on the world… well, I felt okay compared to the last two mornings. The thought of getting out into the world from this flat possibly encouraged me, although I am still concerned about whether or not they will do the Cataract procedure. Odds at 50/50 methinks, if the Blepharitis has not cleared up. Please be cleared up! Off to the wet room to get the ablutioning done. This took me an hour and a half. The shaving did not go well. Cuts and a terribly bad job done, too. Humph!
All done, although not successfully, I decided to take some photos from the hallway when I got out of the wet room. Outside the wet room. Hallway end rubbish and the three-wheeled-walker. That’ll need sorting with the things I need to take with me. To my right, the kitchenette. Ott he waste bag sorted and put near the front door.
Carer Richard arrived. He’s nearly done; just a few more calls to make. He looked weary to me.
Did some blogging with Went down six times in half an hour.
Readied the three-wheeler, and got dressed, then had a quick rinse in the wet room. Emptied the catheter pouch before leaving the flat. Don’t want to get caught out! – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – Awaited the Link lift in the foyer. The day’s events… Set off to wait for the minibus. We arrived eventually, as we were taking a scenic route so the driver could pick up another passenger en route on Derby Road from a care home. No photos cause I was belted in and could not get at Kodak Kevin in the trolley.
Only managed to get one photo inside the EENT. It was a busy visit this time. I started by going to the wrong reception to sign in… Someone saw me looking lost, and I showed her the paperwork, which did not mention the ‘D’ floor. I should have gone up to the ‘D’ floor, so I went up to the ‘D’ floor.
The lady took me into a waiting area, where I waited. A small room with a TV on, only one free seat, where I sat, and my three-wheeled Trolley blocked the other patient’s view of the TV. I got the crossword book out. Later, I was collected and taken through another waiting area into a room to have the eye tested for Blepharitis and signed a form consenting to the operation. Then, back to the small waiting area, where the patients were all watching the TV – but had to sit on the same seat as before and block their view again. I mentioned en route, that my catheter bag was getting full.
Next, another nurse collected me, taking me into the big waiting area. The lady reviewed the details and asked many questions about my health and living habits? No idea why, but I told her the truth. She made up two different wristbands and put them on me… She noticed the Warfarin tab, then went through all the others I’d got on We then went through each one. She decided that because I didn’t know the last blood test INR level, she took me to the DVT Anticoagulation place, insisting she take me in a trolley seat. Leaving Three-Wheeled_Walker Walter at the mercy of the honesty of the others still waiting. I mentioned en route that my catheter bag was getting full. The DVT Anticoagulation took the test, and it returned much lower than it has been lately. Which was good!
I was pushed back to the large waiting area and got the crossword book from the trolley, but not for long. Another nurse arrived, a lovely lady, took me into another small room and questioned me about who diagnosed the Cognitive Impairment. I told her about Highbury Hospital, Adult Mental Care, and how they changed their mind to CI from Dementia. She showed interest in this, and another nurse was summoned and asked me more questions. Where do you live? Why are you not walking soundly? Told them of the Peripheral Neuropathy. They wondered where this was confirmed and what tests were done. I told them, by the neurologists at the Mary Potter Center.
The first nurse returned and went back to the other large waiting area. Where what was going to happen was explained to me. Then, the anaesthetist joined us in the waiting area. They told me that because the left eye had nuclear & cortical cataracts, they would inject different local anaesthetics in both regions. Oh. Good!
Back to the small waiting area. Still only the one seat available for me to use, the TV blocker! I think I heard the groans when they saw me coming back in! Hehehe! But not for long; I was walked into the operating area five minutes later.
Inserting the local anaesthetics was much more painful than when I had the other eye done. But I had been warned. The procedure made me jump a smidgeon on a couple in quick succession, and I was rightly reprimanded and told not to move. It took a lot longer than the right eye.
A lady escorted me back to the larger waiting area, where I was given a biscuit and mug of tea. I couldn’t drink the weak, warm, tasteless tea, but thankfully, I dunked the two biscuits in it. Hehe!
There was no chance of seeing the crossword clues, so I sat and analysed those around me. There were around 12 other after-procedure patients, many with carers and family with them.
The time was getting close to the arranged pick-up from Easy-Link. So I got up and tried to work out the way back to the lifts, and a nurse asked me… “Whatever are you doing?” I’m off. I said! “You’ve not been released yet!” I apologised. She got me the needed paperwork, eye drops and instruction notes. While doing this, I suffered a rather perky but short-lived , which drew a lot of attention to me. Nurses came out of the woodwork to see if I was alright and were amazed when I told them I get these almost daily; they can have me over, give me a tumble, but this one was nae bother; I’d the reception desk to cling onto. The nurse rattled out instructions to me about tending to the eye. At least I think that was what she was saying. She then escorted me to the lift and the main doors. Bless her cotton socks!
Arrived as I was leaving the building. Spot-on! Following are the photographs I took through the windows of the minibus. Where memories were prompted, I’ve revealed them. Haha! Leaving the hospital to Lenton Lane.
Towards Derby Road.
Side street off Derby Road.
Another side street off Derby Road.
Derby Road nearing Canning Circus. I spotted that the old TA HQ was abandoned, vandalised, and very sad. Not that my memories of that building are anything worthwhile; I only visited it twice. But it brought back the days of my youth and my signing on… the best thing in my life up to then! Great fun and well-paid!
Huntingdon Street into the city.
Above & below… The oh, so changed Shakespeare Street. The long-gone fire station and another abandoned building.
Left onto Mansfield Road.
A little further up…
Last Mansfield Road shot as we turned right into Woodborough Road. I recalled the old days with the trolleybuses. Even the blue-coloured Notts & Derby trolleybuses ran this route.
Huntingdon Street.
Mapperley Tops.
As the rain came, the chap dropped me back at the flats.
I got swiftly out of the rain and into the foyer.
Taking this selfie in the lift on the way up. With taking this in the reflection of the shiny wall, I thought at first they’d done the wrong eye for me. Hehehe!
I got inside, put the trolley in the corner, and emptied urine pouch. I was sorting out what Carer Kara needed for the medical changes – the eye drops starting again, the hospital’s instruction, and a copy to go to the doctor. Put the drops on the Carers table along with notes. As I went to get the drops from the three-wheeler, Carer Marie came in the door. I explained about the eye drops starting over again. Then she issued the medications for me. Nice gal.
I got on with updating this blog. Up to now, the smoke & mirrors number-benders, known as… and… have only been down for…
I got this far and then got a nosh prepared… For hungry I am!I took the photo with the SD card left in the computer reader slot. It looked fantastic on the Kodak screen. Carer Marie read the instructions on the ready meals, both three minutes, in the microwave, so that made it easier. But they came out well undercooked. Horrible! Taste Rating: 1/10! Made up for this with some bags of cheesy curls, a banana and an iced lolly.
Soon settled in the c1966, £300 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, and sleep came easily – No nocturnal Thought Storms!
Each time I shot awake, the eye was more painful. Humphs!
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – THANK YOU I’d spent the best part of the night working away trying to catch up with yesterday’s WordPress blog. Eventually, I got it finished this morning around 07:30hrs.Then made last night’s meal, Hehe! I may have nodded off while eating it a few times. I later found some potato cubes in the dressing gown pocket, in my belly folds, and on the £300 second-hand shop purchased, c1966, welt-causing, uncomfortable, not-working, itch-inspirational, crumb-containing recliner cushion. I put the tray on the Carers table; I recall getting one of them ; the next thing, I was waking, having a renewal of consciousness, rejuvenescence, from my preciously short kip of about an hour – in the usual fashion. shuddering, flapping, threshing about and blurry-eyed.
Kitchen morning view on rising. Newly spotted legs. Mullti-coloured feet and toes? and Swelling up again.
First of the two brews allowed… Nice!
. Went to turn the computer on, and found that I’d not turned it off! However, for the first time in months, the internet was working frost time! But not for long, about eight minutes… Got the Tuesday blog finalised and sent off.
Carer Shaquille arrived. He changed the day pouch for me. Medications were given, and a brief natter was enjoyed.
Started this blog off. But…
Window shot to the left. Then to the right.
Kara Kara Called; she was doing the two calls, financial and normal medicationings together today. She said she’d ring Virgin about a new package and getting the box sorted out. We were on the phone for an aeon… sorting out the package, and waiting for the technician to come on the line. Even I heard some of the canned music being played with the phone on hands-free. While waiting what seemed an hour, but couldn’t have been, I realised that Kara had phoned on the Virgin number, not the free 150 from Virgin lines… this call is going to cost me a fortune!Argh! Eventually, they agreed a deal. I was not fully compus-mentis of what was happening, but have faith in Kara.All sorted for me! Kara wrote it down for me. New package; £42.79, for six months, then it’s going up to £56.59. As Kara needed to go, she found a letter on the floor, and I asked her to open it, which she did. I got confirmation from Age UK that my insurance had been paid. Thanked her and off she shot. Hehe! ♥ Lost without her help.
This may have helped the incompetent, figure-rustling and manipulative Smoke & Mirrors ladies & gentlemen at , who are buying up or into so many internet companies and keeping this quiet, to be actually working! I wonder what their cunning plan is with all the invested-in and bought-out internet companies they have got in with? Liberty acquired German company Unity-Media in November 2009 for $5.2 billion. 2010 Liberty sold its stake in Jupiter Telecommunications, a Japanese telecommunications services provider. In January 2013, Liberty Global raised its stake in Belgium-based Telenet from 50.2% to 58%. Liberty Global operates through the following subsidiaries and shareholdings: 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% owned), VodafoneZiggo (50% ownership), Vodafone Netherlands, Ziggo, Ziggo Sport, Ziggo Sport Totaal, and Telefónica. Mike Fries is the Chief Executive Officer and Vice Chairperson of Liberty Global. He took home $62m in FY2, plus a guaranteed percentage of shares. Just how can the lad be expected to run an internet service that works, on such a paltry wage? Surely, his number-crunching, figure-shuffling, securities broker-expert is worth more?I feel so sorry for him. Jealousy may be involved here! Hahaha! I like him, & his good looking, Mafiosa face.
Went off on a tangent there, didn’t I? Sorry!
No Domestic lady called again, (holiday catch-up for the gal) and I was not up to cleaning with all the worry over the cataract and glaucoma procedure, and getting things ready for it.
Aha, I felt a movement from within there. Time to visit the for another go… Cor!
Got on with computing. I was getting hungry after she’d gone. Got the Tuesday blog finished & sent sent off to WordPress. Did some work on this blog, then got some nosh going. Bit of a bigger nosh tonight. Sliced potatoes roasted, garden peas, a soy burger, fancy strawberry-filled pastry (Not that there was much filling in it, mostly pastry, disappointed in this one), and a banana to finish off with. Taste Rating: 6.8/10.
Carer Benjamin arrived after I’d eaten the feast and just fell asleep. He was on his last call and looked a little weary.
No tablets or medicine were needed. He attached the night pouch to the . Insisted he took a can of his choice on his way out with him.
Nodded off again, and the landline flashed! It was the doctor’s surgery with the new Warfarin doses after the blood test. The INR level had gone up a little. I changed the doses on the Carers book to the new doses. Zzz!
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – What a fantastic day it was today it was! Marvellous, gay, abandoned, happy, rewarding, stimulating... Fair enough, it’s just that I’m getting fed up to the one-and-a-half back teeth I’ve got left; with my own wailing & moaning about life’s naturally unlucky, perversive, frustrating pattern of late!In fact, it was a lot easier than yesterday’s doom, gloom and despondency & pessimism. But, not by a lot! I did the usual going off track when doing the blogging and found myself working on the rhyming words list again. So, it is now nearly 22:00hrsand I’m only just starting on this blog. Tired out, weary and fighting falling asleep. I’ve not yet had a meal, or shave, and I’ve been up since 02:55hrs! has had far greater success in getting me confused and misled.But one thing was like yesterday: instead of giving myself bad language and feeling sorry for myself, I’ve just said ‘Sod-it’ a few times, and was totally unaware of the things I’d not done, and started different things done, which confused me more than ever! I think I need help. Hehehe! – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
Woke, I looked at the clock and tried to get back to sleep, but without any luck, but I did try.
So about 02:55hrs, I got the night pouch removed from , then hauled my elephantine body from 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. Temporarily, I had a desire to get so much done… it didn’t last long.
I went to check that no taps (faucets) or the stove had been left on, and I got the kettle on for a mug of Glengettie.
Got the waste bags sorted out.
To the wet room for a wash and get the medicationalisationings tackled. Shortages of medications: Germoloid, Germolene, Olive Oil and Nasal Spray! Tsk!
I’m not sure if I have some new leg water papules coming up or not.New spots of some sort? The feet seemed to have differing colours; they started like this last time the feet legs and especially the ankles blew up? I’ll check later. The white area on the toes seems to be getting bigger? My email, American Petal-Angel Lisa, suggested this may be Reynauds? I must look this ailment up. ♥
Got the computer on with a view to getting a good early start on yesterday’s blog finishing. But, no! With an hour of getting not much done was on…
The Asda order arrived while I was in another wait for the to start again. A big order today… Fridge products sorted… Then, the frozen ones… Too much bread in stock! Tsk! Fridge cram-packed… Bladder Belinda liquids built up… My new favourites, are LU soft lemon-flavoured cakes. Very nice indeed. During the day I ate two of these, four shortcake biscuits and two bananas. No meal yet but I may stay awake long enough to make something. Or not! Very nice, too!
Three hours after getting back on the computer. Brown-outs had grown to ten.
But seemed to be getting far less now?.
Then, my wandering off onto the word listing for the odes began! I spent hours on it, just not realising. Carer Kara called twice, and Carer Benjamin also.
As I was eating the second banana and taking this photo… I felt the warm liquid in the lower region inside the Protection Pants! I knew immediately that this was a bad one. Off to the wet room, it was I’m afraid due to . And no Daktacort Cream left! Stopping the flow of blood took me ages. Messed up my legs, dirtied the floor, and annoyed me so much. Once the flow stopped and I’d spent aeons medicating, it cost me another hour just to get the floor and myself clean again. The haemoglobin seemed very thick this time? I returned to the computer, cursing, almost spitting, and feeling rather pissed off again. Especially when my pathetic ground to a halt again. But it was the last failure. Bless them!
Carer Benjamin arrived for the late call. I was in a surprisingly perky mood for some reason.I took his blood pressure and temperature. All came out in NHS normal band: 123/68, Pulse 68 & Temperature 36.8 all good.
I went to the kitchen to put the oven on for hopefully some chips to bake. And took these two shots of the evening sky. Bootiful!
00:25hrs: I did some more on this blog. Then got the nosh sorted and were cooking.
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – Since my birth, I’ve been an unlucky Virgoean,
Born proletarian, and abecedarian,
A lack of education and articulation,
A new fungal growth on my abarticulation…
A born loser, an attractor of spite & abusion,
My dreams, and hopes, all ended in destruction.
I’m gullible, submissive, & accept coercion…
From almost anyone, whoever is the person,
I used to get the odd day that was halcyon,
But those times are now long gone…
Got a card and email both a birthday one.
Then continued pondering over the operation…
Will it go ahead? I feel apprehension.
Life is full of mental & health tension…
No one to pay me any attention…
Coping daily with pointless iterations.
And what happened to the United Nations?
No chance of me committing self-jugulation,
My whole life has been a misapprehension,
But I’m used to it now, the dank depression.
The PN problems with my neurotransmission,
Cognitive Impairment Iris? I offer submission!
All my ailments… this is an admission…
Are a part of me, a natural inclusion,
Like the repeated blood transfusion…
This piffle may include some contradictions,
My hearings at the point of decimation,
My eyesight is suffering degradation,
My walking is turning to hobbling and limping!
I still love to do some cloud pareidoliaing,
Cognitive Impairing Iris is most troubling,
So, my memory includes some guesstimating.
My regular falls can be a little nerve-wracking,
The crawl to the recliner, to get up, irritating,
Fall-Team Sarah ordered a bed; I’m waiting…
All a part of PN, the Whoopsiedangleplopping!
Cuts, bruises, dropping things, and falling,
My life must come over as being appalling?
I’m not moaning, more sort of whimpering…
Yet my hopes are not sunk, just sinking!
One Birthday Card, one via emailing…
At least I got two folks me well-wishing!
Many have got nothing,
To those, I’m now singing…
“♥ Happy Birthday to You! ♥”
I hope that your cheer is now replenishing!. – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
03:50hrs: Back to imitation life. I came close to toppling out of the £300, bought eight years ago from the second-hand shop, Harold Haemorrhoid testing, repugnantly beige-coloured, crumb containing, virus-breeding, acne-giving, rickety, none-working recliner, as I bent down to get freed from the Excellent shade of urine this morning. A fuller bag as well!
Off to the kitchen to check on the taps and cooker. Taking two shots of the morning view. Another bad one is aboveThis close-up looked eerie
Got the waste bags sorted from the bins
The Porcelain Throne was visited.
Then I started the The teeth bled again, the instant the brush got close to one of the few rotten teeth I had left in my mouth. Leaving me with pain from . A few nicks shaving. A good stand-up bath then tackled the ailment treatments. as per usual. I tried the Sudocrem as the Germoloid and Germolene had very little left in each tube. And not much chance of getting any more. But it is not effective, really. It went on , then painfully onto . I didn’t get any olive oil for the ears either, so used what drop I had left sparingly, and this was not good, as my hearing was so much worse than usual. Some now water papules coming up on the left leg You can see the fluid building up near the ankle bone.
The and Spray was applied
Made a brew of Thompson Gold tea. And got the computer on…
When it returned, the Norton was showing messages that meant little to me. No idea what it wanted me to do. It’s so confusing!
Carer Richard arrived. He looked well knackered, bless him. Not much chin-wagging… if any, today. He kindly took the laundry down with him and waste bags.
So, I got the photos taken of the Ginsters Cheese & Onion pastie with the metal shard found inside. I searched for Ginster’s email number, found it easily enough, and double-checked that I’d spelt it correctly, but Google, did not recognise it? So did another search and found a site to contact them… What a farce! It was so complicated. But eventually, after an hour or so, it accepted my complaint. I sent these photos in. They said someone would contact you, but I’ve heard nothing from them, yet. Then I lost the flipping shard of metal! The intercom went and it was the ~Iceland delivery coming. After sorting out the food, I just couldn’t remember where I put it, or find it. Grumph! The form to fill in, well, a part of it.
ICELAND ARRIVE FOOD! The driver took the bags through to the kitchen for me. Some cleaners put away Panini rolls; went into the freezer, and I took out a loaf of wholemeal to defrost. The desserts, Rustlers and soy balls went in the fridge, and the bananas were on the shelf.
Took this later shot of the puffer clouds. Back on the computer…
Made the funny ode about the birthday up and got it on here. Then started to update the Sunday blog. It took me a long while for some reason. I wondered if I may have fallen asleep? You never know…
SUDDENLY FATIGUED – Again! This scenario has been happening now and then for the last two weeks or so. It’s horrible! Physically drained, feeling so tired, weary. Just had to stop everything, couldn’t even get a meal. I was fixated on getting some sleep. Down on the c1966, £300 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, and sleep came quickly. The 18:00hr Carer called, not that I can recall too much of what happened. I think it was Carer Benjamin. The moment he departed, I was back in the land of nod. He returned minutes later, with my laundry bag, as I was getting my dinner… well, an iced sucker from the freezer. Sad, innit? Then, I had to hang and store the washing. Doing this simple task wore me out!
Back in the recliner…and the Landline Flashed. I was tempted to leave it, but, rightly as it happens, I had an idea (it was right, too! From my EQ) it might be Sister Jane, so I rose up and answered the telephone. I was not fully compos mentis, but we had a good chin-wagging session. Which, confused and tired as I felt, I did enjoy. Jane is going in for her Glaucoma operation on Wednesday. I wonder if I could get there to show her support? If I remember, I’ll ask the Carer in the morning to see if the people can fit me in for a ride to the EENT? I’d love to get to show her some attention. I’ll do that! I felt a smidge better after nattering and listening to Jane. ♥
Back in the recliner. Zzz! Where I stayed until his last call. I think he showed concern at my lack of response to him. I woke up occasionally, to find the legs had swollen. On the next wakening… Guilt! I espied in the waste bin near the chair… several empty Cheesy Curl packets, and crumbs on the night cover and floor! But just nodded off yet again. After this, it was back to waking up every few minutes with hypnic-myoclonic jerking me awake, then nodding off again and repeating the process, on and on and on, it went!
Today was undoubtedly one of the best days health-wise for many weeks.But the worst mentally.
03:30: Woke and spent a few minutes worrying over anything and everything. I could feel the ticker beating heavily, so I stayed there 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, and spent time on concentrating what needs doing today, then had to work out what day it was. Plainly, I must have been having a dream that affected me, but I cannot recall having one?
Then I detached the night bag from the gripper on the . The pouch was lighter in colour and much fuller than of late.
Feeling much better now, I got the waste bags into one bag… and taken to the front door.
A different than of late colouring to the morning view from the kitchenette window.
I made up some Spring Water bottles, adding a little orange juice and lime to the other.
Remembering I’d not even started yesterday’s blog yet, I got the computer on to add the photos from the Kodak… but…
Then I got carried away again, making up the personal diary I’ve been doing for years, on Excel. I tried the internet a few times, and eventually, it came back on… for five minutes! Back to the dictionary of words. back on.
Back to the dictionary of words.
It was struggling to get back on, so I lost aeons saving everything, all off – and again had to reset the box. Wait the regulation for 10 minutes and turn it back on. Twice, before it activated!
Got carried away again, and the Carer arrived. Blimey! I’d been up for about five hours already and I’d got nowt done! It was Carer Rhamat, a nice gal. I took her Blood pressure as I took mine. Hers came out as ‘IDEAL’ on the NHS thingamabob. SYS 120, DIA 70, Pulse 91, Temperature 36.8 Great! Mine? Well… SYS 148 DIA 78 Pulse, 74 Temp 36.9.
At last, I made a start on yesterday’s blog. Time is running out already!I persisted, despite the failure now at
Got the blog posted to WordPress, and off to the wet room to activate the functionalisationing. The new Sudocrem ointment is not effective at all, I’m afraid. Germolene and Germoloids supply are so low now! Having to ration the use of them, but paying for this in terms of discomfort and pain. Does the Prime (No idea) Minister know?
Brightening up a little out there. lovely puffers!
The summoned me back to the wet room. This time it was back in control.
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Then I got the eyes done. and then when that had dried the As I was about to check to see if I had some more Olive Oil in stock to use… the pouch began to slip down. THE bladder was pumping it out better, as it does now and then, to catch me out! Then… and it’ll be hard to explain this, but I’ll try to… I bent to empty the , as I was flipping the rubber end to encourage the final few drops of urine to come out… I think something shot out of the tube… Here is the best photo I could manage of it with the Kodak… I could swear it was an insect of some sort. Where it came from puzzled me. The urine was almost a clear colour and I poured some to investigate what the thing was. It appeared to have tentacles at the thick end, and a head, at the other. It shows up as red for some reason on the picture and is not clear. Bit in the urine, and after getting it out, it looked dark blue to me? Another Mystery of Woodthorpe Court, with the hobgoblins, spectres, gnomai, phantasms, ghosts, the grotesque succubae, extraterrestrials, ectoplasm, spirits, or the Fata Morganas, that have been sent to taunt, irritate and terminate my already limited saneness of mind? I wondered what the third one would be… they say puzzles come in threes?
For a change, when the current bottle of spring water ran out, I had a can of Bud (alcohol-free) never tried it before. And, I’ll never try it again, terrible! Ah, well… So, I made a reliable mug of Glengettie tea, unfortunately, this means none will be allowed for me tonight. Two a day is the limit… mind you, I can have as many mugs of decaffeinated as I fancy. Have you ever tried decaf tea? Don’t! Urgh!
The toes and extremities were even whiter today!
Last photo of the day. Well, I did take three more, but I’d left the flipping SD card in the reader and didn’t realise. Grumph!
Amazing… Green fluid from the bleeding teeth? Medicationings Germoloid and Germolene tubes getting near to empty. The Sudocrem substitute used is not too bad, but it has no cooling qualities and is a little greasy. The usually dithering session over which of the Protection Pants to put on. Used the smaller Asda unisex ones! The ends of the toes are going properly white now?
Tea for two, well, just for me, I made a brew
Blepharitis gel and eye spray applied
Kitchen morning view
Waste bags sorted out
View of the balcony from indoors. Went onto the balcony to take this car par shot of the excellently parked vehicles. Then, I spotted a Carer parking up and walking into the flat. I took this quick picture through the glass to catch him… What a terrible photo! He looks like a transparent ghost in this picture. Wonder who it is? Hahaha!
Off to the . With these results…
with a rattling good contribution by suddenly attacking me in unison. I was mentally immobilised for hours. I seriously thought of pressing the wrist alarm… but knew they could do nothing… it was birthed by and the dying-off . It has never lasted this long before, though. I moved from the computer to the £300 second-hand shop bought, c1966. moth-eaten, cringingly-beige coloured, grotty, bedraggled, dilapidated, crumb-containing for my nocturnal nibblings, bug-ridden, itch-inspiring, not working recliner, to await the ailments stopping. Which they did eventually, bo so slowly. Two Carers called, not that I was with it enough to remember much. But they came, cause I saw they had signed the call log when I improved enough to get up for a wander around to see how things reacted. Another weird thing, after I’d been sat down for a few minutes, I had a cracking, body-shaking, violent ; and this is only the second time I’ve had one of these while sat down. Things seem to settle after a little hobble about with . But I’d lost a heck of a long time for doing the blogging… again!
I was with it all right when the night Carer Altere arrived. Took these early evening cloud shots decent enough… Amazing, the black and then white cloud formations tonight!
No chance to get this blog started, so did it early in the morning. Although I didn’t get any sleep during my hours resting, I still felt so tired.
Got the meal prepared, a nice, easy-to-make one. Tomatoes, instant mash with some Leicester cheese added to it, and the battered balls were done in the air-fryer. It may have been because I was feeling so much better than I did earlier, but I really enjoyed this little dish. Taste: 8.4/10!
The Carer kindly washed the bowl for me.
After I thanked him and he left, I spotted this view, that demanded to be photographed!
Brilliant! Even if I do say so myself!
I soon fell asleep. I woke up early (03:30hrs) and made a start on this blog at long last.
For once, things seemed to be going not too bad at all when I stirred in the £300, bought eight years ago from the second-hand shop, Harold Haemorrhoid testing, repugnantly beige-coloured, crumb containing, virus-breeding, acne-giving, rickety, none-working recliner, which was a bit of a shock to me, as you can understand. Not exactly full of the joys of spring, but the depression and Peripheral Neuropathy aches, shakes, and pains were noticeably absent this morning! At first, I thought I must have died during the night. And the Thought Storms were not pestering me either! This state of non-panic or worrying mode… unfortunately, lasted only fugitively. As I lowered one leg at a time from the chair on which they were rested overnight, I managed to stub my right foot toe… my , against the waste bin. Guilt at my having moved it nearer to me last night to drop the crumbs and bits in as I nocturnally nibbled away at my cheese curls served to lower my previously pathetic moment of almost exhilaration at the lack of pains coming from within my blubbery body!Then, in mid-wailing, the other leg gave a mini , and slipped off of the other side of the chair, the knee hitting, with some venom, on the, which shot across to the Carer’s table and knocked a bottle of the expensive eye lotion off the counter… Yes, it hit the deck, and the cap came off – releasing about £6 worth of medication, which is currently clinging on like glue to the slipper it fell in! Good Morning! – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
After initial, almost traditional morning mayhem, I needed to get the goolies, toe and knee sorted out, then clean up the mess. This did not go well. However, a cheery bit came to me: The Urine in the night bag was the best it’s been for ages… Colourwise!
Arthur Itis was gelled off to the wet room, and some cream put on the toe – it wasn’t easy, but I managed it painfully! With the unplanned leg exercises, I found . So, it cost me even more cash, and I had to apply creams, not only the Fungal Lesion but Phorpain Gel, to Arthur’s knees, but and now I’m on the last drop of Germoloids! I’m a bit dubious about the ankle conditions this morning. Hope they are not going to start ulcerating again! Still, fingers crossed. I got the Asda PPs on again. They seem small but did the job of containing the blood leaking out this morning… Good! I sorted the waste bags and placed them in the hallway near the door. Then, off to the kitchenette to get the kettle on for a mug of Glengettie tea. The morning view from the window. The first two I took did not come out well at all? Carer Shaquille arrived. After he’d left, I got the computer on.Shame! Humph! I decided to get the potatoes in the crockpot while waiting for to return to service. I’d forgotten to make the brew of tea. So, I made a brew of the Glengettie tea. Not that I got to drink it. The net came back on, and all my somewhat rather limited concentration went on starting yesterday’s blog.
Better late than never? But it didn’t last long! Titivated the area around the Carer’s Chair & table. The little hand vacuum is on the way out, methinks. There’s not much oomph left; the light showed the battery as fully charged, too. Pity, but it’s lasted for some years now. Rechecked on the cooking. I put the potatoes into the saucepan with the other vegetables in it, added some tomato puree, stirred it and left it on a low heat setting. Got the eyes sprayed, then the applied it to both eyes. I must try the Sudocrem in the morning. The Germolene & Germoloid medications seem unavailable at any shop at the moment. I’m not expecting it to work, but I’ll try it anyway. Got the meal prepped and served up. This one was worth all the time and effort it took. Flavour-Rating: 9.3/10! Carer Benjamin called for the last visit. I’d , chimed from the doorbell, and Benjamin came in, checking that he was putting the light on before doing so. He is aware of my sight problems; bless him. He issued me with the Peptac and painkillers. Then got the night pouch attached to the day bag. After asking him if he didn’t mind me doing so, I took the photo above of Benjamin in the Balcony.I wanted a picture of the hill dwellings to the left of the flats in the frame. That’s the ‘Upper-Crust’ housing area, Mapperley Hall Drive. With a few lower-class ones on the edges, mostly converted into flats by the Oligarch owners. That’s where the two bodies were found murdered last month… or was it in June? I bade a thank you farewell to the lad.
Got back in the £300 second-hand shop bought, c1966. Moth-eaten, cringingly-beige-coloured, grotesque, grotty, bedraggled, dilapidated, crumb-containing from my nocturnal nibblings, bug-ridden, itch-inspiring, not-working recliner.
But sleep would return and kick off again. So after an hour or two of failed sleep-searching, I checked the taps (faucets) and the cooker was not left on or running. What a view from the kitchenette window presented itself! I thought the entire sky looked so much like the surface of a planet at first, maybe the moon’s? With possible lava coming from underground.
The rest of the night was spent with the thoughts tormenting me, with precious few minutes of nodding offs interspersed here and there, each followed by moments of myoclonus.
A Bonus Ode from Inchy A rarity indeed… MY BRAIN’S CHANGING!
I’ve worked something about myself out… My brain is erecting a mental redoubt, It realises there’s been a turnabout…
And is now permanently on the lookout…
For Cognitive Impairment Iris, without a doubt…
Who’s using my cerebrum as a hideout!
Where she plays, on her gadabout!
Creating senseless thoughts that whirlabout? She could cause me a brain brownout! It’d be good if she’d just clear out! Well, it’s time now for me to phase out… Now, where’s that bottle of stout?
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – Quick Ode Today Got all behind again with the day being so messy & busy. So, this will have to be a quickie, I try to use my time economically, Apart from my Carers, my days are solitary… I get extra help on a Wednesday, One Carer with things financially… Another with things medically, And a lady for things domestically… The Falls Team lady… psychologically! So getting the blog done, rather hopefully… It usually ends up apocryphally! – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – Urine in the night bag was looking good!
Waste bags collated and put in the hallway
Started with a session on the . With cream-coloured streaks? Just thought I’d mention it… The towel was put on the shower chair, and the wall convertor heater was turned on to warm it up for later. (I forgot to turn it off; I reckon it cost me about £16 in electricity costs, Tsk!) again. And with . Being joined by , the floor of the wet room reminded me of Alfred Hitchcock’s Psycho film! Using the chair in the shower safely will take me some planning. I could not reach the shower box or spray thingamabob to adjust the direction or flow of the water from the seat. The water was splashed all over the room, and even the cracked ceiling was dosed! Regarding cracks, UI found another danger of the shower chair – I had two , when I got up to adjust the spray direction and turned it off. I’ll have to give this some thought. Olive-oiled the ear holes. Tended wincingly to apply the Little Inches ‘Makes Me Jump Fungal Lesion ointment. Daktacort! Sparingly applied the rapidly running out-of-stock Germoloid Ointment to . Then, I applied some Gel to ease to then to I struggled, although this is nothing new; I needn’t have mentioned this; it goes without saying: the new Asda Unisex large protection pants on. I really had a , when I saw how dark, deep red, almost brown, the urine in the tube coming from Little Inchy was passing! But realised that while trying to get the blasted Daktacort gel to reach the lesion for pain relief, the pipe must have been agitated and torn at the tissue again. I’ll check that later! After spraying it with some antiseptic disinfectant, I put the bloodied towel in the laundry bag. Finally, I got the room cleaned up and in a reasonable state of hygiene and realised how long the had actually taken me when I put the wristwatch back on. A staggering two hours & twenty minutes! At least the new Asda PPs were not so painful to wear. (Yet?) The day was rapidly disappearing!
A made me one of my two-a-day permitted mugs of tea, Thompson’s Punjana, this time. The moment it was mashed and milk added, the tune burst forth from the door chime. It was Carer Shaquille. He put the fresh pouch on for me and issued the medications. There are still no Ramipril blood pressure tablets available. Benjamin said they were at the chemist’s awaiting pick-up yesterday. It’s the third day without them now, or four. It can’t be helped, though.
At long last, I got the computer on to make a much-belated start on this blog. Guess What!
So, I titivated my Ottoman, making up some drinkies. I added some of the Soda water with the Raspberry juice. To avoid the boredom of drinking gallons of the same stuff to get the bladder going, as instructed. I have been guzzling them for 5 months plus! Nice though!
There was still no internet service from . So, I popped into the wet room to search for the nail clippers to cut the fingernails… This was when I found I’d left the wall heater on!
Hello... the internet is back on! Amazing! I got some photographs from the SD card onto a computer file and considered doing this blog… but.
Carer Kara arrived to do the financials. But they were short-staffed with holidays, so I only got half an hour’s help this time. But it was invaluable to me. A helpful gal is Kara. ♥ She asked me to sign something about Kara being my financial helper to make it legal. So I signed it.
Almost made a start on this blog… but no! The DVT Clinic rang. I had to ask them so often to repeat things that I did not pick up with my delinquent ear-holes; it took ages to grasp what was being passed on to me.
Then, my precious DVT nurse, Hristina, called. She would call to retake the blood on Monday ♥ Or, was it Tuesday? Erm...
Domestic Denise arrived to titivate things for me. Carer Kara, Carer Benjamin. And, I still didn’t get this blog started until Tuesday morning. Oh, I moan well… Haha!
I Prepared the Meal! Not that it took a lot of effort. Mini Pickle pies, Mini vegan sausages, & mini tomatoes – Easy-Peazy!
A small Banana and mini-pot of lemon curd cheesecake. Even the pickle-seasoned chutney was mini-sized! Hehe! But it’s big on flavour! Taste-Rating: 802/10!
Woke up and got the Blepharitis medication done on the eyes. I’m anticipating another tooth loss at the front any time now, with two sides, one upper and one lower.
Gathered the food things to get them washed and took these night views of the sky. Sun Setting
