– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – I realise this may be hard to swallow, but I made yet another worrying set of this morning.
I was sat here at the computer desk… well the 1963-bought, falling to pieces, Hopewell’s E-Plan Sideboard, with the doors falling off, having one of my regular panicky modes. And Carer Kara arrived, which always has a calming effect on me. She asked if both of the Thursday appointments had been moved to Wednesday, or just one of them? Panic-Mode Status up to Defcon three! I’d not thought about that! I think she got the idea I was getting worked up when I started to sob and whimper?
Would the Hospital expect me to go two days running? The thought of having to catch a bus and tram there and back put fear in my heart. Mind you there was a fair bit lingering in there, over the thought of having to get trousers, socks and shoes on after the 2-hour ablutioning session each time, already)
Kara got the details and said she’d try to sort me a lift with Easy-Link and find out about the appointments for me.
When the second Carer, Sam arrived at midday. All had been sorted out, much to my amazement, Easy-Link could fit me in! Also, both appointments will be on! Yes!
A quicker-than-usual blog though, I have to find the time for the full ablutionalisationing session somehow. – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
An excellent shade of urine!
Not much rain last night, and no dog to watch bathing in it!
After tending to the needs of the , which was very messy and phooey… I went to make a brew of Glengettie. And took a photo of the tree copse area. Bootiful!
Got the computer on… After three minutes! ARRGH!
As it returned, Carer Kara, my Angel of Mercy arrived.
See the Prodrome above for further details. drops in, medications supplied, then after five minutes, the drops inserted. I remembered this time to stick my finger in the eye for three minutes.
Well, Kara reminded me too!
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This lasted for about five minutes…
This lasted for about one minute… Then surprisingly, it stayed on for two hours! So I got as much done as I could in that time.
Then Carer Sam arrived for the noon visit.
The great news is that the appointment is for one day only, and the lift had been arranged with Easy-Link. Brilliant!
Sister Jane phoned as Sam was about to leave and answered it for me. Jane said she’d ring back later Well fancy that!
So, I called Sister Jane back. She rang on the mobile that I rang her on, I can’t remember her number on the landline.
We had a good natter. Turns out she’s just had her cataract done again. But the poor thing’s experience was the opposite of mine. She was in pain afterwards, and she still is. Poor Jane!
We still managed a laugh or two though; that’s us!
I got on with blogging, again-this believe it or not, was the last failure up to now… a period of four hours! From the Doing well, aren’t they!
Earlier shot from the computer chair, that I’d missed.
The oddest ever trip to the Throne this was… well, maybe not! I really thought that was losing his grip on the evacuations. For things didn’t seem to want to start moving, naturally, I thought this could mean a cement torpedo or two… but no! After a good ten or twelve minutes on the crossword puzzle... WHOOSH!
Splatter squelch, and all over in less than 30 seconds. What a mess to clean up!
Into the kitchenette… Got the potatoes on the boil… And took this picture.
Then the above snap of the legs, feet and toes.
They did not look like they were mine!
So much improved inflammation in the lower leg, no leaks from the , either! However: and were making up for that. Both get frisky as the day goes on.
Better get the nosh sorted out before the evening Carer arrives.
See you in a bit…
Tuesday Morning Catch-Up
The evening meal Cheese & onion pasties, potatoes, peas and beetroot.
Cheesecake for afters.
Flavour Rating: 7.2/10.
Went to get the evening’s ablutions done – No Hot Water!
Carer arrived. I mentioned the lack of hot water and asked him to get someone to call the NCH maintenance for me. In and out quickly tonight; the lad was looking tired. Eye drops & medications sorted.
I got up to wash the pots. Wonderful view! Close-up of the wonderful view.
Had some rather Dark urine in the night pouch this morning. But there was a little more than there has been lately.
That was a good sign of hope; that the Finasteride tablets may be doing the hoped-for job of shrinking the prostrate, with a view to me being able to wee-wee once again, with Little Inchie direct into the WC!
The ankle and legs looked a lot better this morning. But… the hip joint was genuine agony for me.The rib pains, as are the burning, stinging pains from the leg injury and infection, are less frequent. I soon learned that walking was risky, with the hip partially seeming to give way now and then. Oh, and the pain when it does – ARRGH! Turned on the computer. I got the waste bags made up, and I thought the hip pains might ease when I hobbled about. But, No! Went to make a brew, and the Carer arrived. I was in the kitchen, so I didn’t hear the doorbell sounding. Turned around, and the gal made me jump… Hahaha! She helped me get the slippers on. Had a closer look at the infected wound coin the leg. It looked so much better. The occasional stinging pains still give me some pain and hassle, though.
I spent a few hours catching up on the blogging. Carer Sam arrived. We had a mini-natter; she did the usual for the noon call. Drops & medications. I went to make another brew, taking a snap of progress at the house, close to the Woodthorpe Grange Park bottom field. Plenty of equipment or parts there this morning. I had to take the right slipper off. Too painful, as the leg and ankles are beginning to swell up again. Getting as big as the left leg. The hip is just as bad; it’s not a good place to be when I stand or brave hobbling. Bit of drizzle, and I espied the mud-slide was relatively wide. Hehe! I went back to the computer to finish off Friday’s post.
Well, fancy that! That’s not exactly why I thought, but you get the idea, I’m sure!) So, I went off to visit once more, the , Another marathon session… well, not the session, but the cleaning up after the session… if you know what I mean… if you do, please let me know. Thanks!
I finally got the blog sent off to WordPress. A text came in on my new Nokia 90 Hz refresh rate 6.56-inch touchscreen display offering a resolution of 720×1612 pixels (HD+) and an aspect ratio of 20:9. Nokia G42 5G is expected to be powered by an octa-core Qualcomm Snapdragon 480+ processor and come with 4GB of RAM mobile. I may have got the wrong name there? The night bags are being delivered today. Carer Kara ordered them for me. ♥
They arrived at 11:15hrs on the midday Carer Call while Carer Jo-Anne was here. Raining again. Made a start of this template. I took this photo and searched for my missing nail cloppers... no, nail clioppers… 3rd try… nail clippers! Gorrit! One shot of the houses around about. A little like an upper-class Coronation Street? With no Rovers Return, of course! I thought of some titles for these pictures;
The Invasion of the Grey Clouds!
Grey Aliens Attack!
Is there anybody there?
Grey Clouds Escape? Aliens Spit Euro Dollar Signs in Attack on Earth!
Maybe not.
Moving forward to take the close-up shot, I accidentally & Caught the infected wound simultaneously on the radiator. Which caused me considerable pain as I twisted my left hip in unison. But, you know me, (Ahem!) it was no bother; I merely laughed it off casually. Well, I did an hour or so later when the Codeines, Phorpain Gel and Hemp had had time to ease the pain. Hehehe!
I hope the Oligarchs pretend connection does not go down again. I must get the food order done. I will try it now; crossed fingers and all that… Huh!.
I started preparing and cooking the nosh; I just had to take a shot of the sky through the kitchenette window. Gorgeous! A without any doubt. Not too fancy a meal. But enough for me to enjoy. The soy lemon yoghurt was the highlight of the dish. Flavour Rating Overall: 6/10.
I hobbled off to wash the pots up and got this photograph of the great, which could almost be a painting, view of the evening sky shot yet again.
What happened after that? I’ve no idea. But I woke up later with the hip giving agony, which is most likely the reason. No choice; I had to take an extra Codeine and Paracetomal to ease things before I could nod off again. Tsk!
The likelihood of unlikely liberalism looming is always liable!
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – A terribly painful day. The left hip, mystery rib-stabbing pains; left and right today! The infected right leg looked so much calmer and had never been so painful. Three Porcelain Throne visits, every one of them Trotsky Terence controlled. (It didn’t half take me a lot of time to clean up after each call!) Worry over the changed Cataract procedure day; it’s now next Wednesday.Getting a lift rearranged, me forgetting if the booking has been made or not… Letter from the Doctors, casually telling me to call and book an appointment for my flu jab. How? When? This means begging the Carers to phone them and the Easy-Link for me. Also, about the penicillin running out. Carer Richard told me to call the doctor to get some more. Carer Kara spent a few minutes helping me, but I’ve lost memory of what she said now. Letters from National Insurance, the bank, and Virgin all need help for me to grasp what needs doing for each one. This is worrying. I’m not coping very well. Yet, I can do my stupid odes & blog. But they take so long nowadays to get done. I keep having problems with the neurotransmitters failing, dropping things more often, and making even more cock-ups on the programmes WordPress, MS Word & Excel & CorelDraw, which costs me more time than I haven’t got. The thought of having to give up the blog sickens me. But the constant pains today have blocked me from working things out. And, of course, Liberty-Global Virgin Media is ever going down. I just can’t get any help with this. The British Gas keep telling me to send them a reading, but I can’t understand when I open the box, there are two readings, which do they want? I’ve asked the Warden and all the Carers, but none of them know about this problem? I thought about ringing the Dementia or Social Services. But will I be able to hear what they say? I’ve got so many cataract procedures and test coming up. A DVT vein procedure, and want to get to the call-in centre if the leg injury infection doesn’t ease off soon. I’d hooped the NHS falls team would have been advised by someone of my four falls in four days last week. That spilt out, didn’t it? Sorry about that, but I am getting desperate for help.
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Night Pouch.
Waste bags made up.
Photo of yesterday’s meal found.
YESTERDAY’s PAREIDOLIA PHOTO I spotted another option: Maybe the ball-shaped cloud was from an alien craft and had just dragged France in the ball to take it home and study it? Hehe! Many failures in the first hour and a half…
Despite the occasional agony from the infected right leg wound, the feet and legs looked calmer?
View from the computer desk through the balcony.
I went onto the balcony, and the mudslide shot first. Then the front car park.
3-hours later, the failures were at…
The pains persisted in my right leg. Walking was difficult, especially if the hip. It was playing up at the same time. Inside of the limb. With my leg turned in… I’ll not try doing that again. Hehe! An odd swelling coming up now on the ankle? Still, it does look pretty.
A good downpour late in the afternoon.
Early Nosh Sorted Out With a special self-treat to follow… Vegan Icecream!I added some delicious mild Polish raspberry juice. And very nice too! Not overstrong, perfect!
Total failure count, as of now, only…
Much of today was lost to my mind. But all I can be sure of happening, with the aid of a few scribbled notes, and these photographs helped.
I stirred into life, with bladder and tummy pains aplenty. I’d forgotten something last night… I was disappointed that I had failed to put on the flipping night bag. Yet Again! Hence the discomfort from the bladder. The day bag must have been close to its bursting point. I forgot to ask the carer to leave a bag out in the drip tray. I got it onto the £300, bought eight years ago from the second-hand shop, Harold Haemorrhoid testing, repugnantly beige-coloured, crumb containing, virus-breeding, acne-giving, rickety, non-working recliner. Had to get up and empty the pouch, but got my head down again.
Stirred once more at 05:00hrs. Well pleased with what little pain and aches I had in the legs. I decided to risk trying to get my slippers on for the first time in weeks. I took a snap with the Kodak before actually moving anywhere. Nottingham Forest legs – Red & White. Hehe! Things seemed to be going well! So I made for the wet room to do meand to visit the Things went well! Although had the advantage still.
Although I didn’t realise it then, I’d had four shaving cuts. Carer Kara noticed them later on. All on the neck.
Then… after such a good start, the hip started playing up again. Worries me a smidgeon that does. Just my remembering last week’s four tumbles in four days... the left leg and/or hip giving way being the leading cause of them all. But none today yet, as I type anyway. Just a few scares when it seemed to feel like it was going, but a second later was back, just giving me the pain. Still, I’ll make myself a mug of tea for biscuit dunking, Glengettie, methinks… , I had to hasten back to the wet room, and Carer Richard arrived as I entered the door limpingly. I muttered I was sorry but have to carry on. The evacuation was different once again from ten minutes earlier. Not unusual, as Tom Jones sang. A messy job that needed cleaning up! Did the clean-up as fast as I could and went out to Richard. He looked at the leg, and to my surprise, the right one had bloated up and gone red! Nothing like it was hewn I woke. Also, I only had one of the prostate capsules left. And none of the penicillin tablets at all. He asked me to get the later carer to ring the Doctors. Carer Kara said she’s ring them tomorrow for me. She arrived just before noon and checked on the letters I’d received but had to go after she issued the eye drops, medications, and second Eye drops.
Email from Iceland. Shortcake biscuits, soup to soak the bread in, no doubt with added Borscht and seasonings. The fridge is now mega-filled!
Amazing afternoon clouds Plenty of images were spotted in these two
Teatime view, nice!
Later, through the balcony windows.
Found the photo of yesterday’s meal, but today’s seems to have disappeared now!
Evening Care called, and I took two quick, ungood snaps of the sun setting. A close-up Then a wider shot
I took a picture of the legs, ankles, feet… And it came out in B&W? Still, they looked better!
This was one of the best ‘Article-Item-Face’ finding pareidolia session photos of the year. My first thought was the whole picture could be a map of Europe in the future.Obviously, France had either had a nuclear power station disaster (Or maybe a Brie cheese farm blew up), or Putin was still in charge in Russia and was attacking Europe? The wind was blowing Westwards, and Britain copped for a lot of fallout? The idea tickled me. Hehe!
Life is getting harder… WordPress has stolen from my editor… The swatch that permitted text colour! Liberty-Global, the new owner… Of the previously good Virgin Media, Goes down regularly, more oftener. I’ve contracted insanity & Arithmaphobia! I’m becoming ever more toeier, I’m likely a champion procrastinator. And developing a worrying paranoia!
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Too dark in the night pouch!
Thought I’d do a photo tour of the massive flat. The one and only front room, balcony showing Kitchenette Mini Hallway. Which I shot through in. urgent response to the need of the ! Where… The carer fitted a
new day bag for me.
After the ablutions were done, I took a closer photograph of the state of the injuries accrued in the last fall.
Titivated the Nurse, Carers, and delivery folk’s drinkies display.
Car park on Chestnut Walk.
Domestic Denise arrived and mopped the kitchenette for me. Then with the same water, cleaned the wet room floor for me. We managed a mini-natter as she filled in the paperwork. Nice gal Denise is.
Another of the mysteries of Woodthorpe Court, with the hobgoblins, spectres, gnomai, phantasms, grotesque succubae, Whoopsiedangleplops, ailments, extraterrestrials, ectoplasm, spirits, Accifauxpas, rent increases, food price hikes, and the Fata Morganas, that have been sent to taunt, irritate and terminate my already limited saneness of mind… The left foot seemed to be developing a picture on top of it. It looked so different to the one I took 6 hours ago?
Sun-Setting . Can you see the ghostly white clouds above? Do you see the face? A wider shot, and it looks like a ghost’s skeleton to me? Mayhap with w weapon in his left arm? I do love the clouds.
Later on, before settling into the £300, second-hand, most uncomfortable, decrepit, Haemorrhoid Harold-testing, creaking, sleep-deterring, nauseatingly beige-coloured, not-working, recliner, I nipped out with Kodak to take sky pics again. The white area was still there, face with mouth open this time. The strip of the last sunlight on the horizon. I clearly recall seeing something in this one, worth mentioning -wise. (I think?) But cannot see it now, Humph!
I foolishly forgot to ask the last Carer who called, to attach the night bag for me and within a short time of sleeping, was full and backing up in the bladder. I painfully got up and put the night pouch on, without too much hassle, and slowly the pain from within the bladder eased, and I got back to sleep.
I vaguely recall dreaming something about me punting a punt, with a very attractive young lady with a sun hat on and an umbrella up… she would not answer my Good Mornings, just chose to ignore me.
That’s all I remember – Oh, the internet blackouts were better!
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – Today was the worst ever day of Virgin Media’s internet, now owned by Liberty-Global– going down. A mess. So this is shorter than I wanted it to be information-wise. Sorry. I can see the end of the blogging coming. And, the font colour option has disappeared from WordPress Editor. I emailed WP for help. Could be ‘a glitch’. Then suggestions that I could not understand, due to my problems nowadays, I can’t do anything to get it back. Bad enough with Liberty-Global oligarchs buying up and into so many UK suppliers, now this may be just too much for me. This is my sad blog.
Night pouch emptied
My right leg is not any better. A reversal in evacuation mode back to…
Health Check Returns
The mudslide begins.
The Agony!
Third attempt on the Throne with the unneeded time killer.
Midday view
Under the cabinet?
ASDA ORDER ARRIVED As Carer Kara was sorting me out, the driver kindly dumped the delivery loose onto the kitchen floor for me. This is going to be fun, all that bending.
Kara sorted me out and departed.
I struggled on, with the ever going down
This makes it the third blackout
Farcically frustrating! Can’t get any help in ringing up Virgin, to help sort it out. Not good for me to do it, with auto messages and operators I cannot understand, and who cannot understand me.
Involved in the black-out from. for so long, it must have been four hours later when I realised that I’d not moved the food from the kitchen floor! Aargh! So I made a start, a painful; start every time I had to bend.
The frozen chips had started to melt. The ready-prepped spuds.
Cheapo batteries, Curls and baking soda.
The fridge & freezer were well-filled.Freezer mostly with bread products.
I checked on the day’s outages reported. Then…
🎵And the heavens poured🎵
But only for ten minutes then it came back on… For one minute…
The rain stopped
The Internet returned but was very slow. I went to make a brew Glengettie. . Against the corner of the cabinet… . And clouted the right leg’s wound and ulcer! Naturally, I was blithe & cool over the incident.
I went onto the balcony waiting for the Liberty-Global Virgin Media Internet to return. Took a picture of the returning rain-covered scene, of some flats balcony and the car park.
Back online again. Made a WP ~Prompt reply.Once again took a soggy, spluttery visit to the Porcelain Throne.
Made a meal. (Realised in the morning that I had forgotten to put the SD card back in the Kodak) Took a photo of it.
The rain returned.
Back on three minutes later. Started to post the Prompt blog… Back on eight minutes later… Shame! Had to do a complete restart on the computer and Virgin box, but got it back on within 40 minutes. I posted the blog and was sending an email… I waited for half an hour, but it wasn’t keen on coming back online again… I turned everything off, losing the email, CorelDraw work and this blog updates.
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – INCHIES ODE OF THE DAY He thinks this is one of his bestest ever? Funny & ambiguous… I know, but he tries…
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – I burst back into ersatz life, took off the night pouch, (Great colour!), I did one hundred press-ups while yodelling a welcome to the morning. Then a bit of shadowboxing, and ten minutes on the weights…I’ll try again… I wearily forced the eyelids open and saw it was 06:45hrs. With great reluctance, I began to edge my stiff aching torso towards the edge of the c1968, non-operational, tatty, scruffy, unkempt, uncomfortable, germ-breeding, Harold Haemorrhoid-Testing, sickeningly beige-coloured recliner. The pain when I moved the right leg was good. I think the infection that is clearing in the toes and foot, is creeping upwards now? A complete reversal now; the left leg has deflated a lot, and the right is warm to the touch, swollen rock-solid, and so painful if I touch it… hobbling about today has been worse than last week. Getting the night pouch off of the day bag has never been such a painful struggle.
I went off to have my morning mug of tea early and thought that the view from the kitchenette window was worth viewing. Gawd the leg was hurting! The beauty would soon be forgotten…
The same as yesterday happened, only worse, it caught me out and caused embarrassment at it happening, Grumph! . As well as an, or two, followed! The rear-end evacuation started, unstoppably, before I’d got to the wet room door on my way to the . What a mess! embarrassment is not a strong enough word! Agony is not a strong enough word for when I had to clean things up again. I might have been worse I suppose. Getting the fresh Protection pants on was dodgy, nearly had another Whoopsie!
The right leg’s red areas continue to creep up the leg.
I put the computer on, went for another controlled visit to the , I got back to the computer after another mammoth cleaning up job; but…
Made a brew of Glengettie while waiting for the of to get back online. Which lasted for about twenty minutes or so, and then…
I think it must have been the fourth visit to the . The computer came back online.
Got a crack on while I could. At least two hours uninterrupted! But then… . This time the oligarchical owned failed for a much longer time. I kept checking frequently, and when the imitation service, (I use the word loosely) returned, I went to the UT to watch a documentary about the Bhopal disaster. Another result, similar to the poor sods who died, got injured, and had their lives ruined by the Royal Borough of Kensington & Chelsea, there were no prosecutions of the guilty gits in charge of running both disasters! I got very emotional, and could not resist looking at a Grenfell Tower documentary, to remind myself of the crookedness, and protection from prosecution of worldwide! I don’t mind admitting, both clips brought tears to my eyes.
No sooner had I changed to blogging…
So, I made the second brew of tea, Thompsons Punjana. With the regular four cookies being dunked! Still no sign of owned …
Went to wash the mug out, and the breeze coming into through the part-open kitchenette window, felt lovely on my right leg, cooling.I’m not sure why… But I took two shots of the legs. Of, course there would have been a reason… but…
As the customer service failed for the umpteenth time, my spirits sank. I’d spent hours redoing lost work thanks to the $26 million salaried Mike Fries, or Steve Fries, Mike I think… Where was I? It may have been more. (And was later on!)
I took a snap of the rather beautiful late afternoon view.
The forehead, eyes, lips of the face. Do you see them?
I’m fed up with moaning!
Another go at getting this blog started…
I surrendered to the
Nosh was prepared… then burnt… I spat a bit, self-condemned and stuck my bottom lip out!
The night Carer arrived and did me
Then as I put some more potatoes in the air-fryer this time, which has a timer on it to avoid burning food. I wish I’d realised that an hour ago! I got Kodak Keith and took these shots of the sunset.
High in the sky
A little lower…
Down a smidgenNightie-Night Sunshine!
Back to keep an eye on the fodder cooking.
The second effort. Veg soup with Borscht. Unburnt potatoes with the last of the Tear & share bread. A pot of the high-class custard & Jelly. By gum, I live well! Taste-Rating: 7.5/10!
The right leg infection or whatever you call it, kept me from nodding off for a while. But I got there… Zzz!
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – Most paragraphs are from scribbled notes. The latter parts I can actually remember. The odd chronological guesswork included.
REPEATEDLY GOING OFFLINE! – Going done so often caused me many problems and ultra-frustration. I have used more swear, curses, and words of hatred today than ever. That is saying something I can tell yers! (Spit, spit, spit!)
According to the scribble on the notepad, I was woken up at 06:45hrs by the Carer calling. Eye drops were in, the overspill was wiped off, and medications were given. Per instructions, the eye drops were inserted five minutes later, and the overspill was wiped off. The regulation 3 minutes of holding the index finger in the nose side started as the Carer departed. I guessed at the timing. I took off the night bag. Got it emptied and safe-wrapped for disposal.
None of the were leaking this morning. But it looked like the right leg infection was creeping up the chin area.
I sorted out the waste bags and then went into the kitchen again to check on the food situation and if anything needed ordering today for next week. (Forgetting at that time, I’d already done an order from Asda) Took a photographicalisation of the morning’s view... And a close-up nosey at the house being done up.
Made a mug of Glengettie tea to dunk the morning’s breakfast of four Maryland cookies into it. Started the notes of the day. Then got the computer on… Within five minutes, the above. So, I visited the … And boy, I was forced to by the oligarchs of . Because I avoided a right . As I opened the wet room door, I felt the flow from the rear end coming of its own accord! It was also lucky that I only had the thin dressing gown on; I yanked it off, downed the pants in a rush, and plopped my elephantine body down on the seat. The flow began before I’d made contact with the plastic raised seat! Splish, splash, slosh & all done! What a stink! Had a mess to clean up. Then got the gown back on. Tried the computer, and the internet was back on. I got the photo transfer session done with crossed fingers.
Doing so, I realised that the tea had gone cold, and I hadn’t had my breakfast of four cookies yet. Tsk! So, made another brew, Thompson Punjana, this time.
Started to get the blog updating tackled… Fancy that! This time it lasted for half an hour offline. But returned… Only for about 5 minutes offline this time. I actually got some CorelDraw work started. SHIT!
While waiting for the internet to return… I started to write down the order for the food I didn’t need, but at that time I didn’t realise I didn’t need it, cause I’d forgotten about ordering the Asda order that I’d done a day or so ago for the next week… I think!
The OLIGARCHS The monetary-gain pecuniary, merchants, sham, bogus, false interest in offering a workable internet, money-mongers, without a care in the world about any of their internet customers; Continue at their usual rate of failure. Mind you, had I been getting a $26 million a year salary with guaranteed bonuses and an open expense account – fair enough, I would not need to give a shit about myself either… I may have got a smidgen carried away there? My hatred for the man & company is tempered only by the fact that Fries is so damned good-looking! Hehehe!
I felt the right leg stinging in its usual waves, seemingly coming from within the leg. Took this snap of the agony-giving legs. Rather colourful now?
The owners of returned once more, ten minutes or so later. I pressed on with the updating, and actually got the blog finalised! Final checks and began to post it off... SHIT!
During this , I lost a lot of work done and foolishly not saves on CorelDraw. Grrr!
Oligarchical, capricious, undependable.
During a Carers call, the internet returned! For three minutes, then…
The day had flashed by already, and little was done. When, a few minutes later, the internet came back, I posted the Saturday blog off! But… About 15 minutes later, yet again…
So, I stretched my legs and went to get another bottle of soda water. Boy, the skies were magnificent! A Pareidolia’s Delight! I spotted a giant creature apparently coming into this snap from the right-hand side, with a head, nose, mouth, and fins. Can anyone else see it, or is it just me? Far left; the jaws of a creature.Another creature’s head and also the shape of an airliner cabin? The cloud formations were beautiful as the darkness began to arrive.
Back again… for one minute! As Victor Meldrew would say…
More Pareidolia’s Delights! A long mouse lower centre? Fantastic! A Michelin Man – Bigfoot in the clouds, with a Dolphin jumping out of the clouds to the right! See it? The left creature swimming in the clouds?
ENOUGH! Fries and his money-number-fact-crunching Mafia Mob have beaten me! Computer off, and messages sent out through the ether to any and everyone; spewing my hatred for the Oligarchical Smoke & Mirrors money men! A smidgeon of jealousy included.
I went to check on the meal cooking…
The pan with the vegetable soup with Borchst added was now a blob of nothingness! I threw away the pan contents, triple-wrapped them into the bin, and washed the saucepan. But, It’s led a charmed life, this saucepan has. The number of times I’ve burnt food in it) Hehehe! Tsk!
I got another can of thick-cut vegetable soup in the saucepan and added a smidgeon of Borchst to it. Got half of the tear & share bread, and put it in the oven with the potato cubes, hoping both will be cooked simultaneously. Then I got sidetracked, as per usual. I and my against the server trolley wheel and leg.
The soup was okay when I’d recovered and ointmentated the now stinging lesion, but the tear & share bread was a little overcooked. The potatoes too, but I like them that way. A great nosh despite all the hassle. Taste Rating: 8.2/10.
It went down a treat, as I ate it while watching an episode of ‘Heartbeat’; as per usual, I nodded off and missed the last few minutes of the programme. I hate it when I do that… but it happens so often nowadays, Humph! I tended to getting the pots and pans washed up! At this point, I can inform you all that the steak knife has lost none of its sharpness.
Late Carer arrived, Richard. He was not feeling very well, methinks. He got the night pouch on and carried out the medicationing and two eye drops, as required. Said my farewells and thanked the lad. After that, I repeatedly sat down to watch the goggle box, waking up and taking a photo of the night.
Here they are:
Bootiful! I could see a stretched face in there?
A close-up, taken by accident. Well, she is to blame, really. Haha! A wide shot… A close-up of the orange rift; Is that the word?
The Health Check Returns this week up to now, are not too bad at all. .
04:00hrs, I woke with a jump and jerking motion and looked at the clock. No interest in getting up or even moving was located. So, I violently passed wind, I recall this disturbed poor little to trickle a little blood. I felt the sensation of the wet warmth from the bum, in the Protection Pants. But I did nothing. These American Depend pants can cope with a lot worse than a spot of blood, without leaking anything.Then fell back into the bliss of sleep. The Carer is not due until around 08:00hrs, so I envisaged a good four hours more sleep. Mmm!
06:25hrs: I was woken by the Carer. That buggered my extra sleep, Ha-ha!
She got the night bag off of the She helped me to get the night pouch detached from the troublesome this morning , she didn’t want the bag removed for some reason. Tablets eye drops, medicine, and second eye drops sorted out. And as I started the three-minute waiting after the drops were inserted, with my finger in the appointed corner of the right eye, she left to go on her rounds. Though far from painless, the ankle, feet, and toes showed signs of improvement. I booted up the computer. Tried to load the photographs from last night, and once again, the shuddersome, evil, unpleasant, cruel, uncaring, displeasing, much-hated, reprehensible, shuddersome, God-awful, scandalous, 26 million dollars a year salaried, Herr Fries of the Pathetic pretend Internet Supplier, & customer ignorers failed! It’s difficult to believe, I know… So, I made use of the time. A fun selfie on the computer screen. Then…
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Not without some hindrances, though! The wet room, and got myself comfortably seated on the . No sooner had I picked up the crossword book, than the evacuation, started and it was all over in seconds. But what a mess I had to clean on the rear end, much to the displeasure of ! I started on the shaving, before tackling the stand-up washing of the overburdened gargantuan, but bouncy-fleshed torso. The Brut was needed afterwards due to the several small nicks that I accrued during the detruncating. Great that Brut! As I twisted and stretched to put the after-shave back on the shelf, . My right leg slipped in the bowl – I grabbed a hold of the sink, as the bowl tipped over and all the dirty water from the bottom of my feet, spread all over the wet room! I may have quoted a commoner’s curse or two. Then started spitting, questioning God, humanity and hating even more, , who I blamed for my enforced early ablutioning! Got the mess cleaned up… and found that I’d left the hot water tap running! Good job I’d got the shaving done, then, cause it was only tepid water to use now! I then against the trolley wheel. Then when bent to have a look… I banged the leg ulcer against the trolley frame! Luckily, I’m able to bare, or should be bear… pain easier than others, and just laughed it off. Then got back to the computer, on the web… and a few minutes later, it went off again! According to the backup and revisions page, while I was self-harming myself in the wet room, it had gone down three more times, five in total. Keep watch on this blog for the following failures!
As I was ten minutes or so into updating yesterday’s blog, Carer Jo-Anne arrived, as the owned Internet failed again, for the 6th time! Would you put your business in the hands of the financial wizards, of smoke & Mirrors money conjurers ? I know it will never happen, but if I win millions, at least I know not to invest in anything to do with . It scares me to death that they may start buying up energy or water companies in the UK. The mess they made of Virgin Media, a once reliable company, is now being demolished, with ulterior motives I’ve no doubt, financially inspired.
Ah, it’s back on again… no sooner wrote this and it’s gone again! For the 7th time! It’s not sad as such. No, yes it is! Huh! It’s raining now. A strange hue in the sky for mid-morning today?
The next carer arrived, well two of them. One in training. A nice pair of lads, methinks. Well My Goodness Gracious Me, and blow me down with a feather duster! Strikes again! Can you believe it? I do!. I got the new dressing gown on. I bought an XL one to make sure it went around my shockingly tubby and wobbly meaty midriff. It Didn’t. Each time I sat down, the bottom and top splayed open, revealing my privates, belly and legs. Enough of a shock for anyone! I sat down and sneezed – unaccountably, one of the shaving cuts started to bleed. Int life good? The Internet returned. And I started to do some work that I had not been able to save earlier, yet again: As if by magic, the world’s most incompetent provider . The light shower has stopped. I went to make the last of the two mugs of tea I’m permitted to drink daily. I can drink as much decaffeinated tea as I want they tell me… Have you ever tried it? You’d be better off and get more flavour drinking stale water!
As I was making the tea, the last but one Carer call was made. The two young lads, CA & CV. One had a look at the accident area and ulcer zone. One thought it looked terrible, the other a lot better than last week, who I agreed with. Naturally, it still hurts, but nothing compared to last week. The toes are clearing a bit too. The ankle swelling is not so keen on going down. They did the drops, the medications, Peptac… well it’s that horrible flavoured Gaviscon now, and then the drops. I mentioned the kitchen floor’s state, with me having to go to the hospital on the domestic’s call day. And the new lad set about using the speed mop on the floor for me, bless them.
Very late up tonight, blog addiction again. With the blessed going down so often, I was many hours behind schedule with the blogging. I should imagine that the top dog at , oligarch Mr Fries does not have this problem?It must worry him a bit?
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Liberty Global is a world leader in converged broadband, video and mobile communications and an active investor in cutting-edge infrastructure, content and technology ventures. We play a vital role in society with our fibre-based and 5G network investments. Providing over 86 million fixed and mobile connections and rolling out the next generation of products and services while readying our networks for 10 Gbps and beyond.
I’ve corrected the grammar mistakes on this statement on Liberty-Globals E-Mail and statement of perfection – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – I’ve felt lucky this Thursday if LIBERTY-GLOBAL let me get half an hour of continuous blogging done! I’ve no idea if some of these photos were from Thursday for certain, but I think they were. It was all a mess, that had me in an angry, frustrated state of mind! Doing my health no good at all this unreliability & lack of help from the LIBERTY-GLOBAL Oligarchs. Still, I wouldn’t want LIBERTY-GLOBALs $26 million salaried Mike Fries to worry about me, or his pathetic imitation Internet Providing Service farce. He must have enough on his plate with number-crunching, figure-shuffling, smoke and mirrors, and financial manipulations on his mind. Bless him! All the same, he’s a good-looking brute, is he not?
Definitely Thursdays this one above. Hehe!
No, this might be last Thursday…
I give up, Must have lost this Thursday’s photos in the battle against Liberty-Globals blackouts?
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The colour of the urine in the night bag was a disappointment. The Carer Chris and Training Chap) confirmed it was a number 7 on the NHS Grade Card. The highest! Oh, Heckithump!
Stroke of luck when I switched on the computer. I found some photos that I had missed on the SD card. Tsk! Here they are;
All of a sudden, I remembered taking these after I looked at them. The bottom field was the one above I took mid-morning through the balcony doors and windows. The grass does not look very green; we could do with more rain.
The afternoon’s clouds This one was a delight for me. I could see tentacles, an animal’s head & shoulders, a ghost and a tea mug.
I could almost taste this again when I looked at it. Last night’s late nosh. It was a can of chunky vegetable soup, some concentrated Borscht added. Vegan sausages, and some of the crispy potato chunks; I did those in the air-fryer. Flavour Rating: 8.2/10!
Back to what few I’ve taken this morning, not a lot. Why, you ask, I’ll tell yers…
REPEATEDLY! The Swine!
The right foot toes and ankle are definitely not so bothering me today. They still catch me out occasionally I believe the Doctor at the Got it spot on, when he told me that any pain relief would take a day or two. He was right, too!
The ankle ulcer and swelling are taking their time to die down. The toes were much improved. Oddly, around the ankle, top of the foot it is swelling up there still. But overall, I’m pleased with how it’s going, (I Hope I don’t regret saying that later, Hehe!
High sunshine out now I can see the puffer clouds have faces in a couple of them.
Time to get some nosh before the internet goes down again. Oh, no, I’ve got the food order to do for next week yet, I’ll do it now before I forget to… If that is, the Liberty-Global Oligarchs let me… No, it’s down yet again!
I made a mess of this photo? But no mess with the fodder. Taste Rating: 8.3/10!
Washed the pots, and turned on the TV to watch ‘Heartbeat’. But I didn’t; the evening carers arrived. Chris and the new lad. I missed the Heartbeat programme in this sneak shot of Carer Chris. Hehehe! As he was putting on the night pouch to for me. drops, medications, and then after the regulation of five minutes, the drops were administered. I’d like to point out that the NHS have stopped issuing Peptac medicine, now.
They are using. Gaviscon Advanced. Apparently, it’s cheaper to buy than the Peptac. But… the aniseed flavouring they use in this one, is overpowering the tastebuds! Urgh!
Another day of being ruled by a pathetic internet connection. REPEATEDLY!
