– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – As midnight approached, and the… Oligarchical smoke & mirrors, figure manipulating genius of failed yet again. I gave up!I turned on the TV; I didn’t care if I woke up or not for the 03:00hrs televised Ladies World Cup match then. Sure, I’d be asleep in minutes… But No! It was not to be. No , nor any of the kept me awake this time. But every time I drifted off into the land of Nod, I’d shoot awake with a helluva shock and jerk! I enjoyed watching the game. Not one of the best technically, but well fought by both sides. Norway did not play well at all. But credit to them, they never stopped trying all the same.
So, another night of for the handsome, young, fit, sprightly, cheerful, effervescent, Inchy…
The night bag I attached so late was quite full. That is a good sign!
For the first time in days, the legs looked a little blotchier?
To a snap of the balcony, and had to respond to the sudden need to utilise the . For the first time in weeks, was in full control of this reluctant and painful evacuation. I spent a good while on the crosswording, as I did my best to force things along… not very successful, but got there eventually. The cracks in the ceiling added up to 17 this morning.
Got a brew of Glengettie made, and checked with the notepads to remind me of last night’s events. I began to update the Saturday blog; but not for long, thanks to For Sunday
Later Morning views.
Ten minutes or so later, the Oligarchs returned… Five minutes later…
Ten minutes later it returned. Off for about 20 minutes this time. I did some CorelDraw work.
Back, and off again within a minute of returning.
Pissed off with this!
Off to get the ablutions done and a carer arrived. Nice gal. addicted struck again.
This time, after half an hour it had not returned! When it did after 40 minutes, I’d lost what bit of work I’d done cause I couldn’t save it. Had to do it all again, in between many more failures from… Work lost again! My hatred for the legerdomain, couldn’t-care-less, figure-distorting, smoke & mirrors, misleading, confusing & expert fact-blurring, led financial manipulators; plutocratically-operated con-artists at . By the way, they couldn’t give a shit about their customers, even less about their crap internet is not being delivered! They have shares or have invested in just about every internet company that there is! So if we can convince then we really are piss-off to get a better service elsewhere, the chances are they own or have a share in any company we might try! Leaving costs a small fortune! Brilliant really! They probably have more finances available – at least, on their manipulated paper figures.
I blogged away for half an hour or so… .
Back after a few minutes then off again… .
Eleven minutes later it returned. It lasted for half an hour…
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Late afternoon view! Blimus!The internet hasn’t been down for twenty-five minutes!
Paperwork for Kara gathered together.
The second and last mug of tea was taken.
Carer Victor arrived.
Time to get some food prepared! A decent effort this time. Flavour Rating 8.7/10!
Evening Sky shots. From different angles. High in the sky, below.
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I managed not to leave the hot water tap running last night adopted! However, I did leave the oven on a high setting after making the meal later on for three extra hours. Certainly warmed up the flat! I ate the terrible meal and fell asleep 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.
Cock-up with the morning medications. Usually, I’d just take them and swallow them, but spotted what looked like a Warfarin in the pot, and remembered they are nighttime only. I realised also that the tablet Finasteride, for reducing my prostate size so I might be able to see of my own accord through Little Inchie, is a morning one, but it didn’t look like them? I discovered a strip of Warfarin tablets was put back in the Finasteride box!
Well, at least I know why the DVT nurse, and then the Doctor had called me asking if I am taking the right doses, cause my IRN level was dangerously high – now I know why.
I put the Warfarin back in the Warfarin box. Confusing for the Carers with all the changes in dosages, and change of eye drops. Although, I have to put them in and on myself. I just ask that the Carers make sure I don’t forget to. I got a letter today from the EENT, telling me to make sure I put the Bethpa Gel in twice a day for certain, but not on the day of the operation. “Failure to do this may result in your operation being cancelled by the surgeon on the day”. The presence of Blepharitis increases the risk of infection. What, me…Worried? Onwards…
04:50hrs: Sleep was resistant again. Removed the night pouch, initially with ease… As I got up right after bending, two of my ailments had a go at me at the same time. and . I ended up falling backwards, onto the £300, second-hand, decrepit, Haemorrhoid Harold-testing, sleep-deterring, nauseatingly beige-coloured, not-working, recliner, with a hell-of-a-thud! Within a minute or so, I whipped off the dressing gown and had my PPs down. Only to discover that Poor old , onto the Protection Pants, the new dressing gown and trickling down the back of my legs! I used the ready torn-off kitchen towelling to clean things up a bit. No Germoloiding yet, as my plan was to get an early ablutioning session and also needed the Porcelain Throne. I wrapped the bloodied stuff and pants wrapped in a blue bag and put them in the waste bag. Then off to the wet room. The saving I thought went well this morning, until I felt the chin and neck… Made a mess of it. Tsk! Showering, and the blood started pouring again. It reminded me of that horror film, erm… can’t remember the name now. Had a good long clean up, and I enjoyed it too. Glad to say that soon stopped leaking. Started to dry off, and I thought I heard someone knocking on the front door; went to check, but no one was there. Back in the wet room, I could not find the white towel I’d started to use? Nor my spectacles. Another of the mysteries 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? Where was the damned towel? I thought maybe I’d taken it with me to the door? Went to check, Nope! When I got back again, I spotted the towel! Well, without my glasses on, the towel sort of blended into the white of the WC. Haha! Which spurred on the need for the
My rear-end Whoopsiedangleplops was tended to first. Not bleeding now, but tender to touch or sit down for a while. Hehe! The ointment eased things considerably for me. Areas attached to , knees, and around the privates’ department were well-smeared. Little was painfully creamed. (It always is!) . The more delicate parts were Terbinafined! The ears were Olive Oiled. A quick splash of aftershave stopped the cuts from bleeding!
All done!
Shots from the balcony. A bit of drizzling. This one was taken through the glass.
Methinks the front room needs tidying up?. So, I did!
Back into the wet room to have another look for the missing long-distance spectacles.
The Carer arrived. (See Warfarin problem above)
. Afternoon views. I’m sorry that this driver is not aware of what double-yellow lines mean? . Had some rain while I’ve mean busy making mistakes and errors on this blog. Mudslide growing?
. I got on with the pod-pea-shelling. . Had a pee on the floor at the same time. Actually, 11 of them. 3 are still AWOL!
I’ve been noting the Oligarchs failing on the notepad. Gone down again. It now stands at… .
15 minutes later as the next Carer called… .
Eventually got the last blog posted.
At 16:50, the caring considerate, compassionate, kind… Got back online. For 20 minutes, then… Failed once again. Weekend innit?
Got the last of the eye treatments done… well, there is just one dose of the spray in each eye to do.
Then I got the nosh sorted out. It looked okay, and smelt nice… but was The potatoes were tasteless, with far too much garlic. The chunks were also bland and tough to chew! Ruined the meal! But the peas were okayish. The beetroot and tomatoes were grand tasting! Flavour-Rating: 503/10!
After the last Carer calling…
I went to check on the cooler and taps being turned off, This turned out to be a bad decision! I had, what I consider to be one of my worst (Most Painful) ever, . I used so much bad language and got a sore throat afterwards! I’m only joking, I didn’t get a sore throat!) I did take this photographicalisation of the evening view, from the kitchenette window, though.
I was hoping to stay up to watch the lady’s Football Match in the morning. But I fell asleep in the computer chair, waking up to do more on the blog, but this…
Turned it off to watch the TV. I wondered if I’d wake up to watch the football?
More in Sunday’s exciting, incident-filled blog: Heroic deeds performed. Good Luck in abundance! Romance is in the air. Health Improvements. No Shaving Cuts. No toe-stubbings! Amazing Joy & Merriment. Contentment… Oh, alright then…
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I had planned to get the ablutions and shaving sorted first thing, with a stand-up bath so as not to disturb my neighbours with the noise from the shower… but…
Great balls of fire! , … , I could spit! That’s the second night I’ve failed to check the taps and cooker, and lost all the hot water! Both me and the Carer, actually. NO HOT WATER to do the ablutions with. No way am I going to risk carrying hot water about again, after the last scoldings I gave myself, carrying it to the wet room for shaving with. At least it didn’t overflow. – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
I rose around 02:00hrs and took off the night catheter bag from the . I had a thirst for a mug o Glengettie tea come over me. This is when I found the hot water tap running cold as you like. Self-condemnation and hatred spouted from my mind and loins, I was annoyed with me! This was despite having a sign up in the hallway opposite the door, that Carer Richard had kindly done and stuck up on the airing cupboard door for me to use to remind myself and other carers. As I said earlier, thank heavens I’d not left the plug in the sink! Could have been a lot worserer, I suppose. Humph! I took these two terribly bad photos of the morning view from the kitchenette window. Then cleaned up the mess in the sink and draining board. I got the waste bags sorted ready, and went to get the computer on… always a nerve-shattering thing, hope that Liberty Global will, might, maybe it’ll work… But No! I should have known better than that, shouldn’t I? It was not having the quick solutions to come back on this morning. In the end, I had to lose what bit of work I’d done on CorelDraw, WordPress and the Ode – Spit, Spit, Spit! Turn everything off, DVD reader that’s not right… erm… SD Reader, keyboard, computer and the Liberty-Global thingummy whatsit box and leave things for a while, in the hope that it could come back on in ten minutes or so. I reset the router and hobbled off to respond to the needs of the . shared a little control with again. Not a lot! The thing that puzzled me a smidgeon, was the three shades of brown in the two torpedoes? One of them was almost black. Still, it made a change. I got my first mug of Glengettie made and enjoyed it. A lovely strong brew! Have way through gulping it down and chimed out as the Carer arrived for the first visit. It was the new gal, Marilyn or Maria I think her name is. Nice gal; we managed a few minutes of chin-wagging in between. Nice lady.
I pressed on with the blogging but kept feeling guilt and annoyance at having no water, so no shave. You bet your bottom dollar that tonight when the water has heated up, I’ll have nodded off, with me getting up so early in the morning.
This late afternoon, I managed to take two of the worst photos I’ve ever managed before!
Both pictures were set on the ‘Indoor Option’ on the Kodak. Both, as you can see, came out weirdly reflective, if that’s the right word. I wonder what I did wrong this time?
Made the semi-prepared meal. The spuds were done in the slow cooker, halved and a splatter of BBQ sauce was applied. The fresh garden peas with a bit of mint in them were gorgeous! The cheese pasties were done in the oven. The tomatoes were halved and liquid salt was added. Nice! Flavour-Rating: 7.9/10.
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Night Pouch.
Oh, dear… not so good.
Morning view.
Asda (Walmart) Delivery. Drinkies for The bladder. Food! More food! Medical, Laundry & Washing. I then went to add stuff to the Nurse’s & Carer’s treat drinks… I knocked some cans while adding them to the display… One can fell on my Onychovryptosis toe – Dismay! Cans fell every this and that way! So I rebuilt the cans & bottles on display!
Clouds for a pareidolia.
Pod pea shelling in the afternoon. I had a few peas on the floor!
Later clouds for a pareidolia.
Super-Nosh! Beetroots, knuckles, fresh pod peas, chips and some delightful tomatoes. Taste Rating: 9.2/10!
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I gave up trying to sleep at 05:05hrs and shuffled to the edge of 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, to reach down to remove the detach. But it wasn’t there! I was so tired last night, I thought it had been put on…
This left me with a heavily full urine day bag that dropped with some alacrity the moment I’d grabbed . This caused a certain amount of pull on poor Little , via the inserted catheter tube that tried to do a runner. Obviously, a man of my calibre winced-not at the agony. I can endure and tolerate such minor mishaps with ease. I did not flinch, swear or cry out ‘Arrgh!’ at all over the trifling matter. No forlornness or glumness from me.
Off to sort out the day pouch in the wet room. The rumblings from within, made me adopt the use of the toilet seat with some haste. And there I sat, with the crossword book for ages. Nothing other than large doses of wind were evacuated. Hehehe! The urine in the day bag was the darkest it’s been for a while.
To the kitchen and I took these terrible photos… of the heavy rain.
Then onto the balcony to see how the mudslide was. Sizeable, cause it wasn’t raining much yesterday.
Did the waste bins sorting, and made a mug of tea, I later regretted having one of the two allowed so early.
Carer Shaquille arrived. Checked out the new eye treatments, the and . He could read the small print, and Chris & I could not last night. I thought it was four times a day for the Spray, and two for the Gel, but it’s the other way round. He did the eyelids like a professional. Sorted out a new day pouch and fitted it, too.
Thanked him muchly and off he went on his rounds.
Got the computer on, and what a surprise.
I had a safety check around the flat when I got back, and the internet was on again. It must have been off for about only 15 minutes. Please don’t tell, the owner of Mr Fries of . It might upset him if he knows.
The Iceland delivery arrived. Just after I took this later view of the oddly shaded sky.
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Carriers taking into the kitchen for me by the driver. Thanks! .
Fresh foods .
& Frozen Foods… I’d got them put away, and returning to the computer, I espied the laundry had not been unpacked and hung up. So, I unpacked it & got it hung up!
All three dressing gowns had their sleeves inside out. The shirt and belts took a lot of untangling, too.
But I got it done, and back on the computer.
ILC (Independent Living Coordinators), Oberstgrüppenfuhreress, Warden and Primo Ballerina, Warden Deana came in. Bless her cotton socks. Hearing of my failure to get some cotton pads for using the gel on the eyes, yesterday; she had found a pack at home, and had brought it for me to have! ♥
Then Domestic Assistant Denise arrived. We had… well, I had a natter while she was working. Nice gal.
Back on the computer… Fancy that!
I titivated the laundry and started a new bag, by into a clean dressing gown. As Denise was about to leave, doing her paperwork, Carer Kara arrived for her weekly financial guidance visit. Be lost without that gal. As I was leaning forward to take a closer look at some mail she had gathered from the letter box – How can I put it? The catheter tube seemed to twist of its own accord! A little blood was found when I inspected things in the lower regions. I went off to the wet room and got things cleaned up. No idea how it happened? And this caused me to get confused with so many visitors, and my concentration bit the dust for a while.
Kara tried to ring Age UK about two letters sent to me. It took her a long time to get through the automated system in place. When she did, she was told to ring back later on 28th August? Kara was baffled as I was at this?
Then she rang PayPal, which ware suddenly unobtainable. No joy with phoning them. But she knew the problem, they had the wrong mobile number for me. She will try to find a way to contact them for me. What a crazy day!
I used the Deana-gifted eye pads to gel the eye.
Before the rain returned, the sky was wonderful. The Citrus Way car park.
I got the nosh tended to. Photoed it when ⅔rds of the way through eating it, and Carer Chris called on me. I was just about to watch ‘Heartbeat’ as well on the goggle-box. Although I was keenly aware that I would fall asleep at the first set of commercials, as per usual. I was well drained by then, and could not hear a lot that Chris was saying to me, as he seemed to find it hard to understand what I was saying. It was a bit surreal, really. He said he was doing the last call later. I finished the meal in between medication taking. Put the tray on the Carers desk, and had to get up when Chris had gone, to empty the .
As expected, I nodded fitfully off when the commercials came on. I took the plate and cutlery and put it in the sink, with baking soda, bleach and washing-up liquid, to soak and free the gunge from the oven tray.
Very early last call from Carer Chris, about 08:35hrs as I recall. The chime rang out and in rushed Chris. He almost forgot to put the night pouch on, but amazingly I remembered to ask him. Off like a shot the lad perused his other duties, I told him to take a treat-can or bottle with him.
Sleep was no longer an option; all this being woken up breaks the pattern methinks? Laying there waiting for to return… and !!! I suddenly feared that I had left the washing in the sink with the hot water tap running – and found that I had! No hot water for a late-night shave! I was going to have one cause I couldn’t get to sleep! Change of plans, then! I took this photograph of the moody-evening sky. Bootiful!
I clambered back down in the £300, second-hand, musty, Haemorrhoid Harold Testing, cringingly beige, crumb-covered, not-working, rickety recliner. It must have taken hours for Sweet Morpheus to enfold me. None of the , which I thought would do in my sleep again, as it has for several nights now. It was so easy to nod off… but it felt like every time I did, I was jumping awake within minutes, repeatedly!
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – What an expensive day! The usual getting things wrong, forgotten about, dropped, lost, back-to-front, or the many dithering moments guaranteed another 24 hours of anosmia. With eyesight that put me in danger as it would get worse momentarily; Dangerous on my hobble to and from the Optician. Where, between them and the Ozan food store, I spent a small fortune! Two costly eye medications bought, the Smoked Knuckle that I couldn’t resist, and cash to pay the Easy-Link from the thingy in the wall in Sherwood. I was out of the flat for about five hours, and returned having spent on the glasses, medications and shopping treats… over £320! The Bank Balance is at its lowest for years now!The eye is still bothering me and as I said, making me a bit nervous. The eye this morning, is even more painful after having the cream and spray put on last night. A Fed-Upperedness-Lingers! – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – DIARY
Night Pouch. NHS Scale 4
Sprayed the slippers.
Kitchen. Kitchen morning view.
Not sure why I took this one – or even meant to? Rushed around getting things ready for the trip to the Opticians. Carer Kara arrived. No eye drops were given. She said she will try to find out for me whether I should or not be using them still. ♥ Medications sorted.
Had a bash at doing the blog, but within ten minutes…
I set of with the I hoped all the things I needed in the three-wheeled-walker trolley. Old spectacle frames to have the new lens fitted into. My wristwatch, bus pass, mobile phone, the beloved Kodak camera, and some cash. I set off on the journey to the opticians. I went down in the lift and took this snap of the information board as I got out of the elevator.
I walked outside and down to the Winwood foyer. This was to escape the drizzle and high winds. Took these snaps of the view from within the outer foyer. Then as the time neared for the bus, out to the bus shelter. Taking this snap of the traffic island outside the flats. The wind was blasting the weeds and plants all over.
Down into Sherwood, got off of the bus without any tumbles or falls this time. Up to the crossing, over the road and into the opticians. Where the three pretty young lady assistants pampered me a little… I loved that! They seem to have taken to me? Another mystery! I was helped with the trolley into the examination room. But on my going inside… I felt the catheter pouch dropping… Dam It! After all that time preparing everything to go out, I’d not emptied the pouch! I cringed as I had to ask if there was anywhere I could empty it. The lady kindly took me through the back of the shop, through some narrow junk rooms; she even helpedme get up the steps to the WC. Back to the test room. It must have taken her well over an hour & a half with all the tests needed. The outcome was costly! I needed an eye spray and Gel. The tears were drying far too quickly, and the grit-in-the-eye scenario needed the spray. I can’t recall how much they each were, but the total was £23! pound. And there was me, thinking it was my natural charismatic charm, humour, and good looks that were getting appreciated by the staff. Hahaha! It must have been three hours after arriving, I was freed, to get some cotton pad (Not wool) from Wilko. Who, of course, didn’t have any in stock. But I let the girls select a can of pop of their choice from the trolley before departing to Wilko’s.
I hobbled carefully down to the Ozan store.
I was foolishly tempted to buy more veg knuckles and a large potato.Got some cash from the machine outside as I left. A danged expensive trip this one was!
Then a grinding hobble back up Winchester Street Hill. I think the hobble earlier helped me cope with it easier this time. Approaching the left turn to the flats, which was not in view yet. Almost there… These wildflowers caught my attention again, as the poor things were getting battered by the winds.
I got inside the flats and was commandeered by ILC (Independent Living Coordinators), Oberstgrüppenfuhreress, Warden and Primo Ballerina, Warden Deana & Generaloberstess, Ice skating champion florist and Warden Julie’s office. This is used as a holding cell and an interrogation room. Only joking! A Prisoner’s… no, Tenant’s detail updating was done. The new ailments had to be added. Har-Har! This took a while.
Back to the flat. Along the link passage from Winwood to Woodthorpe Court. At the end, Near the swipe door… A photo of the overgrown natural greenery!
Back up to the apartment. The knuckle and the potato. The potato was put in the oven on low heat.
Tried to catch up with yesterday’s blog.
Gave up, and checked on the potato in the oven; it needed a little longer. I sat in the £300, second-hand, most uncomfortable, decrepit, Haemorrhoid Harold-testing, micro-organism-microbe-bugged, easily-fallout able from, unfit-for-use, not working, recliner, and nodded off with being kind, as well as the giving me a break… was kind as well… then as heavenly peace arrived… I think was beginning a peaceful dream with a HRH Petal-Lisa and me in a railway carriage, dining… somewhat the landline burst into flashing mode. I jerked awake, my glasses dropped of my head… I carefully (I thought) rose from the recliner; knocking off a bottle of spring water and the torch off of the ottoman… nearly lost my balance going the two paces nodded to get to the telephone, and responded with a pleasant, ‘Good Evening’ quote. It was the , with the results of the blood test. My INR had gone up to 4.2 for some reason, so the new dosages were given to me. Struggling to hear what the receptionist was saying didn’t matter this time; it was easy to hear… one each night! I thanked her and nearly tripped over the bottle of spring water as I went to the carers table and change the dosage on the Meridian book cover. Collected the dropped items from my getting up, and got back down into the £300, second-hand, c1968, charity shop-bought, eyesore-horrendously grungy coloured, Harold Haemorrhoid-testing, easily-falloutable from, unfit-for-use, not working, recliner… but not for long… I got the nosh sorted and started to dine well.
Within about ten minutes the door chime chimed out its; tune.
It was Carer Chris coming for the last call of the day. Nice and early too, I was half asleep. He got the and on the eye; the gel application hurt a smidge as I recall after it was put on, but nothing too bad. No painkillers were offered, and, as I found out in the morning, no night pouch was added to the day bag. I think the lad knew from earlier how tired I felt with the trip out. He was off quickly, telling me to get some sleep, bless him.
But it was not to be! Again the raged. No peace, just reminders of past errors, mistakes and shameful moments, relentlessly. One incident from 1957 was thrown in this time. This is getting bad, I wonder if I can get any help with this problem? Has anyone mentioned it to Rishi Sunak, yet? Hahaha!
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – This is either Inchy’s best or worst-ever Ode! Bonkers either way… – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – Another confusing day, just like Sunday was. Some Carers give me eye drops, others do not. I believe someone had called about the necessity, but the result seems to be a split decision, a draw – maybe they need a play-off to decide. Hehehe! I must get in touch with someone when I get back from the opticians tomorrow, to clarify.
The first five occurred when I first started the computer? The tiredness came over me earlier than ever today. Memories are blurred, and the brain keeps stuttering, a bit like my old Austin A35 and Skoda Estelle cars did. Har-har!
Cock-ups, Memory Blanks & Confusion Galore!
Urine in the night bag at level 4 on the NHS Chart, methinks.
Balcony photos. End car park. Sky to the West.
Big Mess! I Lost Hours & Hours! What happened to cause the following fu… cock-up is beyond me! It came after the internet… had gone down for the fifth time! When it restarted, Firefox crashed. CorelDraw froze. And I used language I was proud of! The screen was filled with things not understood by Inchy in the slightest. Confused and lost, I ended up, after waiting in hope the, whatever Firefox was doing would come to an end. After two hours, I gave up, reverted to a spot ecclesiastical adoption, and prayed! Then the computer after having to force close it, was not interested in being booted up again.I considered suicide as an option… Gave up again, unplugged everything I could find, and gave it an hour… before trying again.
Made a mini-nosh!
The computer started this time. Over the next hour or so of mistake-ridden work, Black Outs grew to a current total of…
The delightfully pleasant Haematology nurse, Hristina arrived, to take some blood for the Warfarin test for the DVT Clinic. ♥ Wot a cracking lass! ♥
I lost a lot of work this time. But it’s understandable. Whenever Hristina arrives, she gets all my attention, and I forgot to save the work, in favour of listening, and admiring her lovely smile! As I began to check the grammar on the newly replaced Ode I was doing…
Carer Chris arrived and refused to give me any eyedrops on his two visits. The last visit lasted for about 1 minute, bless him. No painkillers, for he knew how tired out I was, and was soon off on his round. Nice lad. I’ll ask Kara if she can sort out yea or nay to the eye drops. Carer Richard says yea to the until the current bottle runs out, but nay to the , until we can find out for definite if it is needed or not. I’ll see if the optician can advise on this in the morning when I go for the eye testing to be done.
What an atrocious, awful, deplorable, lousy, reprehensible rotten day of computer cock-ups on my behalf! You wouldn’t believe that after ten hours of work done on the blog and Corel-Draw, (Interrupted onlyby carers calling), I lost all the later taken photographs – Had to make the Health Check graphic again, and actually lost the damned notepad with the reminders of events on it! Several times throughout the day, I had problems and Accifauxpas due to failing, and me hitting obviously, the wrong keys without realising, and finding the computer doing different things than I wanted; and had to turn everything off and back on again to reset to default. This happened to me on CorelDraw, Excel and MS Word… oh, and on the internet as well! My spirits sank, a visited me a few times as well. Repeating these cock-ups and several times throughout the day, was humiliating to me.
Self-Pity, Self-Hating and Time-to-give-up episodes made things, well, me, feel even worse for having them! Around teatime, I made the meal, just a few battered soy balls. Yet despite things calming down a little; mistake-wise, I enjoyed this small simple bowl of fodder. But… when I woke up with the usual jerk and jump, I found… wait for it… eight empty Cheesy Curl bags in the waste bin beside the £300, second-hand, most uncomfortable, decrepit, Haemorrhoid Harold-testing, micro-organism-microbe-bugged, easily-fallout-able-from, unfit-for-use, not working, recliner. Now guilt joined my emotions!
I could not get back to sleep. I was waking up every few minutes, it seemed. Yet there were no pains from any of the ailments; although was sticking a bit, and no bothering me? I gave up any hope of returning to snuggling up with , and I got up (Mon) at 05:15hrs…
With my brain suffering from baffling . I wouldn’t like another day like this ever again! It was most likely something to do with – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
Night pouch.
Only mud stains showing for yesterday, no water.
: I only just made it in time to the . Straw-like mash!
Went on the balcony again, and did my best to take a shot with the Kodak of a crow down below. I took several snaps, but all were horrendously poor. The above is the best of them.
. A wide shot of the horizon to the North-West. Then to the East.
This is the stage where I made a series of absolute & . Lost all the photos, and spent hours trying to get the computer back to default after died on me for a few minutes… and the cock-ups began!
I gave up trying and spent some time doing other things that needed my attention, paperwork-wise. A farce that was too! The eyes were incapable of deciphering the minuscule print. I found using the spy-glass didn’t solve anything – I had to hold it so close to the paper, I could only read a line at a time, as I tried to scroll down with the magnifier. Then forgot what I’d read in the first place; it took me that long!The ailments were at it now, causing me angst! , , , , & , , any one of them… or all of them to blame? Even, although not related to the current farce; , , I even had a , while I was sat down! A first there I think? Which loosened the flaming day pouch, which cost me even more time to sort out! I was already feeling sorry for myself and depressed about how things were going – or not! – I was at the depths of despondency and dejection, and had a Eureka moment of conceptualisation: “Why are you (me) getting all worked up? This is like a normal day for you… what’s yer problem? Did you expect anything to go right? I thought you’d made your mind up that your life’s got so bad, because of your past life’s wrongdoings?” What a grumbling moaning soured turd you are! I was more settled after that! Not content you understand, or heaven-forbid happy; but less depressed!
The last Carer call was by Richard. He said the eye drops were to be used up, and then they finish. The same with the drops, but need to check with the hospital about those, ASAP, cause we have a lot left in the medical drawer.
A lste shot of the sky, that I cannot remember taking was found on the SD card.
Then another sleep-deprived night!
Keep Well, all my mass of adoring Blog-Fans. Both of you!
The eyes are worse than ever today! Photographicalising brought about many being too bad to use. Yet they looked alright to me on the Kodak screen when I checked them? The first effort after waking proves the point. No idea what it was of, or even if I meant to take it? I took it whilst forcing myself awake in the aged, grotty-looking c1966 made, charity-shop-bought, horribly beige-coloured, £300, Harold’s Haemorrhoid-testing, non-operational, acne-giving, virus-breeding, rickety, easy-to-fall-out-of recliner. Not a good colour this morning.
Again, I’m not sure of the reason for taking this one.
Ah, I remember this one. Yesterday Carer Chris brought the laundry back up for me, but it was almost wet still. He kindly took it down again and brought it back today – all good! I arranged it over the falling-to-pieces computer chair, and this helped to ease the sitting pains donated by poor old . Getting low on the Germoloid cream now. It was earlier in the year selling for £5.99, yesterday it was on sale at £6.99… and at a Special price!
The newly rebatteried wristwatch was still going strong.
Afternoon clouds… A Pareidolia’s Delight. Ghost creatures, animals’ claws and heads, a flying bat? Not sure if the one above is, with the eyes being so bad, but it looked to me like a creature being born? Bootiful! A ghost attack? So many things in this one!
At long last, I got a nosh made. A giant potato cooked in the oven. sliced open, and A dollop of the non-butter butter melted into the flesh. With some liquid sea salt. Flavour Rating: 9/10!
Evening Sunset A close-up.
Here are the used before old Odes, which I thought you might like to see again. Of course, some will not fall into that category. Hehe!
CONTINUED… I went down to the hair salon and got my feet done. After briefly calling on Warden Deana, I made my way back up to the flat. En route, I decided I could get a lot done if I could escape down to Sherwood. Food from the Ozam shop. Batteries & Anti-diarrhoea tablets from Wilko. A watch battery from the cobblers on Haydn Road, Get a flu jab arranged at a chemist. Call on the opticians to book an appointment to get an eye test & new spectacles… Oh, Yes! This, I determined would be a productive hobble… Of course, I should have known better. I went up into the flat and was well-pleased with myself for remembering to take the Kodak with me. Again, my emotions were deluding, hornswoggling me.
I got down and out to the bus stop. No one else about, I thought I’d take a photo or two of the shelter and flats… I realised that I had left the SD card for the Kodak, on the computer! Grrr!. Not enough time to get up to the flat to pick up the SD card, and back in time for the bus. Which was due in 8 minutes. I’ll have to buy one in Sherwood.
Dropped, literally, off the bus at the bottom of Winchester Street. Two passers-by kindly untangled me from the, my having fallen getting off of the vehicle courtesy of , and they got me back on my plates-of-meat. This was a bad start… but things got worse later!
I hobbled along to the Ozam store first. Feeling a smidge nervous, now, and a few blasts from didn’t help. It was a struggle to get around the store with the , and I ended up getting stuck at the end of an aisle, too narrow to push the trolley through, so ended up trying to lift it over the things in the aisle… An unhappy-with-me assistant came and lifted it for me. I paid my dues, and set off to the Cobblers on Haydn Road, to get the watch battery.
All of the pavements were uneven, wheel trap potholes, or had cracked tiles. Now I was even more nervous; took my time as seeing the cracks in advance, was not easy with my eyesight. The Cobbler chap soon sorted me out… Well, as soon as he’d spent ten minutes talking to his mate.
Then I went into a shop to buy another SD card so I could take some photographs. The chap was a smidge superior speaking to me at first, but when I apologised for the shaking telling him it was due to , he said his brother had it as well and seemed to change tack with me; he was so friendly and helpful! I asked if I could take a photo to make sure it works on the Kodak. I took a snap of the chap! It worked!
Paid and departed, crossed the road, not a mean feat with he Sherwood madmen drivers on Mansfield Road I can tell Ayer!. Hobbled up the road, and called in the Co-op store to see if they had any decent tomatoes or garden peas. They had no garden peas, and the tomatoes were a little spongy! So I left. Not responding to a beggar that is always there outside the shop.
Up the hill some more, and into the Opticians. Who made an appointment for me for next Tuesday. The kind lady told me to see if any of the frames on the old glasses were okay and bring it with me, to have the lenses fitted to it on the new prescription. Good timing I thought, 09:40hrs, I can catch the 0932hrs 40 bus down, hopefully getting up to the opticians in time. But, of course, this is me we are reading about, innit? I realised I’d got the Iceland order coming on Tuesday, twix 8;00>20:00hrs, after leaving the shop. All is not lost though! It is Friday lunchtime now, and I managed to change the Iceland order to Wednesday…
I limped carefully up the road to the chemists to ask about the flu jab. I did notice as arrived, that it is no longer a Lloyds Pharmacy sign above the window. Got it and asked the assistant about how I can book a flu jab. She said we don’t do them now – but the All Night Pharmacy will do them! Great, I’d just walked agonisingly to and from yards away from the All Night Chemist, then the length of Sherwood back up to what was Lloyds Chemist, not I have to all the way back to the other end, the returned to the middle to get a bus up Winchester Street, home, hopefully! Still, I got some more photos taken en route.
THE ALL-NIGHT PHARMACY VISIT
I hobbled into the shop… the pavements were even worse at that end of the road. I nearly had the 3-Wheeled-Walker over a couple of times getting there, and had to get back afterwards! I asked about my booking a flu jab, and a dagger-staring look of incredulity back… “We do not do flu jabs until September!” I actually apologised for asking! Then inquired if they sell the anti-diarrhorea capsules. 12 capsules for £4.44. No wonder Asda have run out of there’s, They are 6 for £1.09. Same ingredients.
I started the hobble back to Winchester Street and came across this white van parked on the already damaged kerbing. I had the choice of walking on the road, or broken tiles… I opted for the cracked, broken tiles route.
I eventually got to Winchester Street and started walking up to the bus stop. Remembering that I had a watch that worked on now. It had gone 18:00hrs! Blimey the time had blown!
But the thought that I would soon be back in my padded cell and get something to eat spurred me to the bus stop!
According to the sign display, the next bus was due to arrive in 22 minutes. BUT! It was a 40X! Which do not go to the flats. I started the long uphill trek up Winchester Street Hill. I needed the exercise I suppose. Finally, all weary and dodgy on the feet, Winwood Heights came into view! It dawned on me that I was lucky to live here… avoiding going into a home is my plan. I know it will have to come as things worsen mentally and physically. But not yet!
I took this photo of the wildflowers on Citrus Grove as I neared the Winchester Court entrance. Bootiful!
Crossed over the road and passed the bus shelter to the main entrance swipe doors… I hadn’t noticed when I left the flats earlier in the day, that the window had been broken.I knocked on the Meridian Carers door to tell them I was back. No reply. Cause maybe I didn’t knock hard enough? Nobody about that I knew. I went through into the Winwood Heights lobby.
Through the link passage from Winwood to Woodthorpe Court.
At last, back in the flat. Emptied the pouch. Got the receipts, purchases and food put away. And hastened to make a much-merited meal. Using the smoked cooked belly pork from the Ozam store on Milk Roll Bread, with huge chunks of the not-butter butter, which I adore the flavour of! Put some pickle on the bread, and the none-meat pies that I’d halved, and served it up! Tomatoes and pickled beetroot too! Meal of the week! Flavour-Rating: 9.3/10!
I made up the route maps I used in the morning to go on here. This is the second one, with the routes walking taken.
Carer Chris appeared. No more eye drops for me. That is until we get clarification. Chris attached the night bag to day pouch.
After eating well, I took this one photo of the evening… Superb Nature at its finest!
