07:15hrs: The semi-reactivation of the brain began. reigned. I lay there uncomfortably 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… The raging, interfering with my trying to work out if it was night or day, the watch told me only the time, which could have been night or day, of course. And what day was it? I assumed it was evening, and I’d nodded off; because the TV was on. As I fought off the to get some clarity…
sounded, and in walked , a smile on her face… Why I’m not sure, but I was now convinced it was night. She got the medications given to me, and we had a little chat. She asked me if I’d met the new Carer. When I said, “Yes, Ty… he came this morning…” Jodie pointed out that this was the morning, and he had come last night! My bamboozlement only got worse.I should have realised by the different medications she’d given me, but I honestly can’t remember taking them now. As we chatted, I worked out that it was well into the morning when I got to sleep, and that’s the reason I was still in a head-down mode when Jodie arrived. I told her of the new flavour available in the thank-you-treats. The red cans I put in yesterday’s blog. Selected a cold nibble from the fridge – I’m struggling nowto recall everything spoken of. I think I asked Jodie to check the taps for me when she calls, to make suite I’d not left them running, and turn them off if I had? I did apologise for there being two big bags of waste to go to the chute, explaining that I forgot to ask Carer Ty to take them. I think we parted laughingly. Oh, and I’d unlocked the door for her to get in, either… well, I was asleep still. Haha!
Making a brew of Glengettie, I realised that I had not had, and did not feel the need, for a wee-wee. Very rare, that!
As I got the computer on, the nyaff, noisy nasty nitwit in the flat above started his tapping and banging – for hours on end! Swine! Not that it bothered me. of course.
After a couple of hours of updating the Thursday blog, Got it now; it’s definitely a Friday today [Jodie told me]). I noted the beautiful hue of the morning, and also, it was not raining! I took this picture from the kitchenette window. A dramatic shade, don’t you think? Then it came to me that in my morning confusion, I had not checked the calendar. So, I did! Just a note to remind me to make an Asda order for next Monday. So, I did! ETA 16:00 > 17:00hrs. So, Carer Richard’s treats in thanks he can have Tuesday this week.
I eventually got the updating done hours later and posted it to WordPress. Then did some Pinteresting. Then I started this template an hour.Herbert was giving it some hammer again but stopped after an hour or so… I’m anticipating that he will be kicking off again soon. (He did later!)
I don’t like this lack of sleep when it makes me get up late; it throws everything in the mind into disorder. Heavens above, it’s 13:30hrs already!
Plodded on with the blogging (And still no wee-wee taken???) for an hour or so. but got weary again and turned off everything, and got a meal done
I couldn’t eat half of this plateful. I’d made too much. I was soon fighting to stay awake.
I put the tray down, and .
Broke my moments of bliss… I awoke in utter confusion. I was certain that it was morning, and my first thought was, did I lock the door last night? I rose and caught my balance. I did hear Bang-about Herbert start his knocking and tap-tapping again as began to walk to the door to check if the Carer was locked out or not. From somewhere in my head, something told me this just can’t be… a doubt, nagging at me…
appeared just as I was doubting my earlier assessment of the day and time. He clarified it was Friday evening. Not Saturday morning for me. et doubts still lingered.This was, and is, a worrying concern for me!
Jozeph was understanding of my haziness. Sorted the medications and listened to them while I explained what the effects that can and are doing to my sanity. Not moaning; I was just explaining. But not fully understanding my present plight myself. I insisted on his selecting a can of his choice and some nibbles for my keeping him from his own bed. As I said, he was patient & understanding toward me. This in itself cheered me a little, knowing that someone cared enough to listen. And the lad must have been tired out himself at the end of his shift. He’s in the mould of Carer Richard.
As I hobbled with him to the door to lock it after him, I spotted the bag of rat food I’d bought from Wilko, in mistake for bird food, and mentioned this whoopsiedangleplop to Jozeph. Turns out that he has a pet rat at home. I gave him the bag of food to use, I felt better after doing so, and it cheered up one tired Carer. Me, and hopefully, it will satisfy the taste buds of one pet rat. Haha! Should I remember, I’ll ask him the name of his rat on his next call.
After writing this, I had to check that I did lock the door… thus the kicked in. I checked the taps in the wet room and kitchen. Stove, fridge & freezer doors, and even checked the door another time!
What a nitwit!
I espied the last of the sunset when I checked the kitchenette out for any disasters. I got the Lumix camera and, on the SCN setting, chose the Night View option. Not too bad, I suppose. Trouble is nowadays with the three optical ailments, , the dreaded and also , I can never be certain if photos, graphics and things are right or not, good or bad, pathetic, or a shambles!
Hello… I sense a warm wetness in the front of my diapers… I mean protection pants! Hehehe! I went to the wet room to investigate. At first, I thought it was going to be poor Little Inchies , and fear of applying the stinging, painful Daktacort ointment sank my spirits. This is one medication that is always an agony to use!
But No! for it being just the lasered bladder that had passed a little … but without informing me that I needed a wee-wee! It does that sometimes, since the cancer-lasering. It got more frequent after the stroke. I only get embarrassed, not angry, about this ailment; after all, Bladder Belinda has lost ⅓rd of her storage capacity. At least it wasn’t blooded this time. (As it would have been if the Fungal-lesion had burst again!) Had a clean-up, got a new pair of Depend protection pants on, jammies back on, and back to the computer; feeling pretty good, really. I wish now that I’d had a shave while in there.
Those American PPs contained most of the escaping wee-wee. There are so reliable! Oh, dear, should I have risked saying that? Haha!
I got carried away with creating the Ode. Made a mess of it, and my concentration shot again. Errors after mistakes and Mind-Blanks!
03:15hrs: I woke, wee-wee’d, and went to sort the waste bags… and realised how confused I was this morning. milling-about in the brain were a few concerns that took priority in the fretting stakes: Will the Easy-Link be calling at 09:30hrs, as I wrote in the Google calendar? Did I put in on the right day? How easily the mode comes to one! This, I think, was because they usually ring me to confirm the day before – but, of course, I was out yesterday at the quacks, so so not know if they tried or not. Indicating to my perilously inept mind that perhaps I got the day wrong… or did I? Ah, it was Esther who called for me to book the lifts, wasn’t it? Yes, they should be coming today… He says…
I got the blog updating done and posted Tuesdays off to WordPress. Took me a few hours, but I got there. I was going to get a brew of LGengettie. But, I thought I’d have time to get the done before Carer Richard arrived. I rushed doing them, so I hope I got it all right. No time for me to worry about this big increase up to the Hypertension – Zone Two, Red area.
As I said, it may have been me rushing so much, and I made a cock-up somewhere along the line? I hope!
I’ve still got to get the ablutions done, and I have yet to make a brew of Glengettie.
A FEW FOLLOWED! NOT A GOOD START!
I went into the kitchen, taking last night’s plate tray and cutlery to wash and get the kettle on. Having my hand on the tray and the other on the walking stick, I popped the things in the sink and ran the hot tap, then turned to put the light on… Flash, flicker… it was blinding! I can tell you that was not impressed, and all but had me on the floor, but I turned off the presumably dying tube in time. I was virtually blinded. (Obviously, it was still dark at the time!) So, I needed a brew made, and got the wind-up torch and made the tea using that to see by. Took the brew and went back to the computer.
I Pinterested some photographs from yesterday, and I finished off the Ode for today’s blog and graphicalised it.
I’ll have to get the ablutions done and be quick about it; good job Richard was running late.
THREE! Took the mug back into the kitchen, remembering not to turn on the light and take the torch with me, and I temporarily, very temporarily, a . I’d left the hot tap running again!!!! Now I was in trouble! How do I get a shave and wash using boiled hot water from the saucepans and kettle… more seriously; is how do I carry them with the walking stick and no lights on in the kitchen? Will let me see enough to do it? Mayhap the will cause me to lose my grip, or as he has been known on many occasions, not allow me to let go of things? What do I do if get an And; where do I stick the torch, then? No! Don’t say that! Hehehe! It was getting lighter now, so soon I’ll be able to get on with the ablutions.
Came in while I was filling the two saucepans with cold. He turned the light on, but I was too slow to stop him. Hahaha! I related my Whoopsiedangleplops of the morning to him. Richard got the medications sorted, then showed his concern and compassion by ringing Nottingham City Homes for me about the light. He pointed out the dangers of another night trying to cook in a dark kitchen. He told me when he’d done that, I was to call them straight away when I got back from the appointment and ask for a visit. The lad even wrote this on the back of the whiteboard and left it on the Carers table, where I’d be bound to see it. We spent a while, deep in conversation, but Richard had to go; it was his last shift of the rota. The lad looked tired. He has not recovered-fully himself yet. Gave him some treats on his way. I have a semi-warm wash, in water, provided by Richard to the wet room sink. But I just didn’t think I’d have the time for a shave, just a good stand-up as best I could. Then checked everything was safe in the flat, got dressed, and completed the checklist consulted… Then checked everything was safe in the flat! . Finally, escaped the flat… but was earlier than I realised.
Out into the floor lobby with the trolley and into the lift (elevator). On the way down, I had a moment of real uncertainty; Had I locked the flat door? But then turned to wonder if I’ll get down in time for the lift. My thoughts were flighty this morning, now. Checked the time on my quality £8 bought off of Bulwell Market watch. Ah, plenty of time yet! I tried to read the electronic news board outside the lift. But no, even as big as the letters were, the eyes couldn’t decipher what they said. I think the flashing kitchen lights this morning may have had some effect. (It did!) After all that faffing about and fretting, I’d still got half an hour to spare before the Easy-Link bus was due to arrive at Winwood Heights Prison… No, no, no, Flats. I got the crossword book out and had a go at it.
I even managed to get a few solutions in.
The minibus arrived at 09:35hrs. T’was a nice driver, who likes a natter at times, which suited me, other than I could not hear much of what she was saying to me. We arrived at the clinic dead on time. I was a little late by the time I found the right room to go to. No details to mention other than it went very well. I departed out into the pouring rain. (Again! Every time I go to Bulwell, it seems to rain) I tried to use steer the walker-guide trolley with one hand and hold an umbrella with the other. Not successful at all. It was too windy with it! No control over the movement of the guide with one hand. The rain hit me smack in the face. Within minutes, the shoes had acquired enough water to fill a small goldfish tank. Taking the photos was risky; there was no way to avoid the rain. Well, other than to dive into a shop. Hehe! Which I did; the first one was the B&M store. I got some different drinks there for the carers and nurses. Along with BBQ sauce, they only had one to pick from, a large Heinz one, for £3 . Some chocolates for Christmas gifts. Plain caramelised and shortcake biscuits (For me, me, me!, Hehe!). Oh, and some nuts.
Paid my dues, and outside, got soaked, and ducked into the Heron Food Store. where more bank-manager-worrying transactions took place. Vegetarian sausages, vegan pie, cakes and chocolates for the treats shelf. Kitchen towels, three different brands of BBQ sauce, and three cans of ready-mixed drinks I’d never heard of. Got the last two cans of Martini & Passion Fruit, which sounded posh, and the last one of Vodka Raspberry & Rhubarb. So, there’ll be no more on offer, folks. Come over and see me! Hahaha!
Off to the Wilko Store to see if they had any cooking tongues. I was wet and tired by then. The store is massive, and finding things took me yonks. Eventually, I found the right section, and they just had one type on sale. I was pretty sure that they were £1.99 last year when I bought them. Now they are £3, identical to the others. I was on the way trying to find out where the checkouts were, and I spotted the pet food shelves. Had a look at the bird food, and I bought a large packet; they were not a bad price at all, I thought, at £1.75. (I got them home and found it was Rat Food!) Still, it feels small enough for the birds to eat it? Later I searched the web for a photo of these to save me from taking out the Lumix that was low on battery power and charging up.
Guess what; this picture was from last month; it said October 15th. A hike of 50p a pack! As I said, I hope the birds can feed on it?
Found the checkout and paid the lady. Then I went to the cobbler’s stall that Richard told me about; to ask the price of watch batteries. The leery smart-alecky manager stood there with his hands on his hips and answered with a smirk when I asked him: “Well, that depends if you mean for a Rolex or (some other name I didn’t recognise). They can cost hundreds of…” I rudely interrupted him, “That depends if you charge extra for the sarcasm and your snotty attitude – adding quickly – My watches are cheap rubbish £8 ones from the Market Stall… Sorry to bother you!” And I almost proudly walked away, no idea if he said anything, I couldn’t hear him if he did, and didn’t look back either (He was a big lad! – Hehe!) Smart Alec, smug Git! – Is what I really wanted to say, but being a natural-born coward, I didn’t!
I realised I had to make my way back to the Medical Centre in the rain, so ambled alongside the river Leen, passing the yobboes-delight free-scooter base. Last Friday, there were nine Escooters in the racking. I was surprised with the weather that so many had been used… or were they stolen, mayhap? Just a thought!
I got back to the centre with plenty of time to spare to catch the minibus when it did arrive. I thought I’d have another go at the crossword book. But after looking through the three bags of stuff I had and couldn’t find it, I decided not to. If I dug into them, the rainwater would spread over everything even more than it had. Did you see that? A moment of clarity if thought that made sense.
I read some of the labels on the stuff on top of the bags. Were you aware that Lotus Biscoff Caramelised Biscuits contain Wheat flour, sugar, vegetable oil (palm oil from sustainable and certified plantations, rapeseed oil), candy sugar syrup, raising agent (sodium hydrogen carbonate), soy flour, salt, and cinnamon? Haha!
The mini-bus with the same lady driver (I think?) arrived spot on time. We managed a little nattering en route. The traffic was horrendous. The gal dropped me off as I asked her to, and the Winchester Block, so I could try to get in touch with ILC, Night Club Bouncer, Trapeze artist, and jolly good egg, Obersturmbannführeress Deana. I met Esther as I went in. She told me that the ILCs (Independent Living Coordinators) and the Big Brass were having a Pow-Wow. So that was the end of my hopes to ask for help with arranging a lift for the hospital and surgery, one for next week, the other for January at the Nuthall Brain Disorder Hospital. And, with understanding the eight double-sided A4 pages of instructions, the three guide booklets are too small in print for me to read. Oh, and I was going to ask her to ring Maintenance, as they told Richard this morning for me to tell them I got back. Hey-Ho! Esther came up with me to the flat. She kindly rang the maintenance people. Here she is, giving me the dagger looks. Hehehe! The lady on the phone told Esther they would be here within 24 hours. That could be difficult for me. Having to get anything done like cooking or cleaning in the darkness, using a torch. But it can’t be helped. Thanks to Esther. Anyway, they may call earlier. She asked if I wanted my laundry done today. I said no thanks, do it whenever you want to. Then explained that she digs into everything all the time, and I did not want her to find things that I’d got her for Christmas. Good that? But it’s true.
I started to unpack and store away the purchases. Those in this photo: The Skinny treats are for the ILCs, and any left for the Carers treat stand.
The caramelised biscuits and Haribo Marshmallows are for the good-looking, young, handsome beast known as Inchie, Inchcock or Gerry. Hehehe!
Definitely just for the old man these are. The new Wilko tongues are next to the old ones that have started to fall to pieces (the red plastic bits fell off).
To the right, some bargain-priced shortcake biscuits I bought to share, and I tried one myself. Too sweet for me, though.
Aha, now I’ve got a few bottles of BBQ sauce. The Crucial ones were very cheap, but you never know, I might like them.
The Heinz and Hellmans (So pricey, but nice!) I’ve had them before, and they are tasty enough for me. I do love BBQ sauce if they are not too strong. I was going to get something to eat before the darkness fell. But, No! I got into updating this blog, and the rest of the world did not exist for the next six hours. I was frustrated and embarrassed, I was making so many errors grammatically, and the most common of words kept hiding behind that witch . I did get a little with things but just pressed on, hoping for the best.Even as my energy sank, & tiredness loomed.
Eventually, I realised that getting soaked to the skin earlier had not done me a lot of good. A sore throat was developing, and I was occasionally having little shivers running through me. I got a warm hat on and took a Codeine 30g and Paracetamol. The eyes were worse than ever then, which slowed me down even more on the blogging! and
Ooh, the legs have suddenly gone all cold? But why? I’m not sure. Hello, on the move now! So I got the thick bobble cap and jammie bottoms on and the trews off. Brrr! No, that’s not worked. So, being the cunningly clever person I am, I got the thick dressing gown out of the laundry bag and got that on, with a jumper underneath it. Blimey, it’s gone cold… or I have. Haha!
I don’t know what’s going on here; now, the hurtful flaming on the right foot is suddenly giving me pain. No either? It just kicked off while I was sitting here on the computer. All a part of the mysteries of Woodthorpe Court, with the ghosts, wraiths, spectres, cacodemons, apparitions, and other grotesqueries that haunt the hallways and lobbies, searching for Inchcock; to curse with bad luck, create ambiguities, abstrucities, perplexities, misfortunes and botherations, to scare. worry and confuse me, I suppose.
The rain is still coming down out there. I took this photo when I was taking a rest from the computer and making a mug of Thompson’s Punjana tea. The rain stopped for a bit minutes later. I got the mug of Punjana tea made, then returned to the computer to press on with this blog. But not for long. I got the urge to go ing. I just had to check the kitchen again since I tried the hot water tap, and it was warming up nicely; the fear of leaving it running forced me to check. All okay this time. The change in the view from ten minutes ago was . I’d still got the camera in my pocket, so took this shot of the blueish scene on view.
The Carer arrived. It was a new starter, a young man, who introduced himself as Ty. Who got the medications sorted out. He was a little serious, but that is perfectly understandable, reasonable, indeed, almost inevitable for a new starter on his first day on the job. I think he’ll be alright. Hope he is and stays. He did not take the waste bag with him, but then I forgot to ask him to; that’s fair enough to me.
Somehow, after being up for seventeen hours, getting soaked to the skin, spending money like it was going out of fashion, and now shivering and so tired, and not having eaten anything, I was not doing badly. But the blogging I used to love so much is almost becoming a burden. Especially at times like this, where I’ve had two medical appointments in a row, can only result in more lack of sleep, and mistakes being made, and losing even more time cocking up the amendments I’ve made. And probably getting the correction wrong as well. So very .
Then, I had a lump of good luck! Oh, Yes, Sirree! Grrreat. sounded, and the Electrician from Nottingham City Homes Maintenance came in. I thought I’d seen him before; in fact, I was pretty certain it was this chap who had changed the neon tube in the kitchen about a year ago. And here he was back again. And as it turned out, I was right! Yes, Me, Right! . He said he remembered me when the job came in. He was going off shift, but thought, being as it was for me, he called to do the job. That was so nice of him! He got the tube changed in no time. I asked him to take a treat from the selection on show. I thought it nice that he said he’d take his wife a Strawberry Daiquiri to treat her tonight. Nice touch! Well done, mate!. Back to the slog, updating this blog. And it was gone midnight by the time I’d done it, and ready for the 215th grammar checking!
Then that the kicked off. Around and around! I had no chance of getting things sorted out then, so they’ll have to wait until mind-boggling thoughts have ceased. I went to make a brew, being as I can now see what I’m doing again now the lights have been replaced. I took this shot of the morning view from the kitchen window while waiting for the kettle to boil and theto pack up! In which I had a bit of luck…
I trapped the burnt index in the window when closing it. Which was most painful (I can’t understand why this particular wound hurts so much – worse than any of the others did?) But it seemed to kill off the darned , Grrreat!
It’s no good. I’ll have to get this sorted later; I’m all in. See you in the morning… Oh, it is the morning… I’ll get summat to eat and get my head down.
00:25hrs: I gave up trying to sleep. Two reasons, first, I kept jumping awake every few minutes, and second, with the surgery visit today, I wanted to get up to date with the blogging cause with another day out tomorrow, things are going to be a struggle to get done. Carer Richard was on my mind as well; I so hope he’s feeling better; his ticker was racing yesterday. Fingers crossed, he’s okay.
I poddled into the kitchenette, not to put the kettle on but to do the checks. Nothing calamitous was found in there; taps (faucets), fridge and cooker were all as they ought to be.
was giving me much wind, noisy belches and squeaking again.
I thought I’d try to get some shops of the 0100hrs view with al the lights on. Took a shot straight ahead. Then to the left, and then to the right. None of them came out very good, but on the other hand, I’ve taken many that were a lot worserer. Hehehe!
The last effort was down to the Citrus Walk car park – I’ve done it again, called it Citrus Walk! I keep doing that lately. It’s Chestnut Way. I don’t think that she in control, whim I Christened as being likes Chestnuts. Haha!
However, at least the Chestnut Way car park picture came out better than the other more distant shots did. In fact, I think it was one of my better tries. I gave it an emotion of eeriness?
I thought I’d get the Health Checks done, as it appears that when I do them in the mornings, the results from the NHS analyser seem slightly better. Or have I got it wrong again?
I think this worked again this morning. The pulse had dropped a lot.
The SYS 44, DIA 76, were both in the Amber.
I am a fool, they were all in the Amber individually. But the results came out as in the Red Hypertension – 1 on the grid?. But only just in it, so another good result, methinks.
Not bad at all. . I concentrated on getting the Tuesday blog finished off and eventually got it posted to WordPress. Again; . Ailments-wise, I was also doing well; strange but welcome. and – and were the only things over-bothering me. just when I start to feel physically much better, poor get poorlier. I hope he’s improved a bit since yesterday and will be well enough to get to work.
I did the Pinteresting. Emailed the link, had a wee-wee and started sorting the photographicalisations for this blog. Went on CorelDraw to get the Ode made for this blog, then had another wee-wee. All the wee’s (and those that followed) were of the WSSAO (Weakly -Sprinkly-Spraying-All-Over)variety.
Off to the kitchenette to make the first brew of tea, Glengettie. The finger I burnt last night, I ceremoniously stuck in the mug of freshly brewed tea. dipping the tea bag to get the full strength out of it. Tsk! is still active.
Came in. He was terribly pasty looking and nowhere near his usual self, poor lad. No yawning and not much gossiping today.
He told me he rang his surgery to get an appointment, and the auto-answer machine told him he was 58th in the queue! He’s a full diabetic and was not in good shape at all. I fear for his health, but he will not call for an ambulance, as he did for me last month. I tried to lighten his load. I slipped him a can of pink gin; I know he likes them. And gave him the two beef slices that I missed giving him yesterday. He did have a minute or two chinwags as he was leaving, taking the bin bag with him for me. I still feel uncomfortable for him.
The lift should be arriving at 14:15hrs to get me to the Doctor’s surgery for the ECG & DVT vein bleed sampling. I must make sure I remember this and get the ablutioning done, leaving me plenty of time to get down to the lobby.
Sister Jane rang, and a mutual moaning and yet a laughing session ensued. We share many problems. Haha!
The noise restarted again. I wasn’t up to retaliate. Not feeling so good myself now.
Made some food, as I will or may be out late today. I espied in the bin near the computer, evidence that I had been at the nocturnal-nibbling again. Yet I was still feeling hungry? But still made a meal; of sorts.
Rostis & chips. And very nice too. Even if it was a Plain-Jane affair.
Then got the ablutions done and dressed. Spent ages getting things sorted to take with me to the Doctors for the EDG. Or even ECG.
Got down in the foyer with the crossword book and got some solutions in while sitting awaiting the lift. He arrived early, and I was soon being dropped off at the Sherrington Park Surgery. Logged in, and ten minutes later, had the pleasure if Nurse Nicole coming out to collect me. Into her room for the ECG. The DVT vein drain was not on for today as I thought it was, but they will let me know when. It was grand chatting with Nurse Nicole. While in there, it felt like Doreen Dementia had given me a break, and I had a clearish mind for half an hour. I didn’t last, of course, but was appreciated. All done, and my mind fogged over almost the second I left the rooms. Back to reality.
I left the building and walked down to the Lidl store. Once inside, things were back in control of . I wandered around, having no idea what I’d gone into the shop for. I think I must have been in there for an hour or so, meandering around almost aimlessly. It got worse at the self-serve checkouts.
I joined the queue, and dropped, I can’t remember what it was now, something, and the chap behind picked it up for me.
A lady helped me out with getting the things put through.
I regained a degree of understanding after leaving the store and got to the bus stop okay. It was there that I realised I had a carrier bag of stuff on the handlebar of the walker-guide and things in the trolley bag too?
I let a bus that I wanted to catch back into Sherwood go by because I couldn’t make out what number it was in time to stop it.
The next bus that came, I asked a young lady at the stop what number it was; I got looked at up and down, with a frown; and a curt “A 69!” in return. Shot my hand out, got on the bus, and got to the seat in time before the driver moved off, only because he waited for me to get seated first.
I must say Thanks: to the gentleman who picked the things up for me – The lady at the Lidl checkout and the patient bus driver.
Dropped off in Sherwood, and I realised the connecting bus up to the flats was due in two minutes. I got across the Pelican lights and up to the bus stop as quickly as I could but did not make it in time… However, there was a gang of Winwood Heights tenants still at the bus stop. One chap told me the 40 bus had not arrived yet. We had to wait for the next one.
When we got back to the flats, my spirits rose again as I had a natter with someone as we entered the Winchester Court lobby, walked through the passage and into Winwood Court.
I’ve no idea why, but I started yodelling? I was suddenly in a happy mood? I espied in the Winwood lobby, that the ILCs (Independent Living Coordinators) Holding Room Office door was ajar, and at that moment remembered I needed to ask, Oberstgrüppenfuhreress, and Primo Ballerina, Warden Deana if she could check over the paperwork for the Nuthall Hospital visit and arrange transport for the day. (Not sure now if I did or not, though?) Sad, innit?
NCH (Nottingham City Homes) Generalfeldmarshalless & Desk-Top Dancer Angela, and Obersturmbannfuhreress, Ice skating champion florist and Warden Julie were also there. I’m not certain what we spoke about, but we laughed a lot, I think.
When I got back up to the flat and started emptying the food from the bags, it was almost like Christmas as a kid.
I genuinely could not remember what I’d purchased and soon found out.
Gin, tomatoes, BBQ sauce, Frikadellens, bread rolls, Marshmallows, Snack pies, and two bars of chocolate.
By gum, I live well!
I was feeling hungry again now, seeing all this fodder. may have another meal later on?
Arrived. Medications were given, we had a natter. Treats, and Carolynne took the waste bag with her as she departed.
I had a nibble, with some much-buttered bread rolls, yellow & red tomatoes and some vegan pie pieces, with extra onion pickle. And BBQ sauce dip.
I ate about half of it. But think I shouldn’t have. Too much eating today? Got off to sleep with no bother.
05:00hrs: So, another waking up all the time, night. I’m fed up with these now! Still, it could be worse! Rose for a wee-wee, with both PMD (Pre-Micturition-Dribbling) and PMAD (Post-Micturition-After Dribbling). A bit of a job to sort me and things out afterwards! Sorted the waste bags. Had another wee-wee. Put the kettle on to make a brew of Glengettie. I was going to get the ablutions done to freshen things up but thought being as I keep forgetting to do the Health Checks regularly, I do them first while it was in my memory-challenged mind. So, I did! The pulse was fine again, for five days on the trot now.
Although the NHC analyser had put me in the red area again, it was so close to the amber; I was content with the result this morning. But it would have been nice to see it in amber on the graph.
I’ve had some results in the greens over the past week, which is nice.
Got the ECG to go for tomorrow. I still can’t work out why I’ve had to have a blood test and now the ECG, as apparently demanded by the Mind Hospital; the appointment with them is not until January? Still, I’m glad I got one. Off to the wet room, I trotted with the clothing needed. I had to utilise the first. I could have made a marathon tale of what took place, but haven’t the time now. Suffice it to say nuggets, pain and pong. Somehow, I realise it now when typing this, but I forgot to clean my teeth again. (Fear of bleeding gums?) Then, having the shave did not go so well this morning. It was due mainly to , she’s been good lately to me as well, but her cunning timing today ensured that I gleaned many cuts of varying degrees from the razors. Now’t really serious, though. During the stand-up body wash, I needed two more wee-wees? No blasters; they were all of the SSAO (Sprinkly-Spraying-All-Over) variety. Got dressed (No socks, why risk injury using when your not going out?) And made a mug of Glengettie, and went onto the computer, to update the Monday blog. The Norton Virus started a check, and for once, I watched the progress. Confused me more than helped. I just can’t get my head around anything that is new or has changed. to blame? I’d let the tea go cold, so ventured into the kitchenette to get the kettle on again… Guess what? I’d left the hot tap running yet again. idiot, dumbo, twit… take your choice!
Still, I managed to take a couple of photographs that didn’t come out too bad. Not that that dissolved any feeling of guilt. Self-hatred, or simply feeling shame, at leaving the tap running.
l went back to the grind of blogging and making little progress other than to amend mistakes that I had made earlier on.
The tea went cold again! Back to make another, and the haze had cleared a little. Back with the brew to the front room.
I got the Lumix and took these to slightly clearer pictures through the glass on the balcony. Almost reluctantly, I got on with blogging. Because I was making such a mess of things, and I just carried in in the same way again, I’m not feeling too good here, as you may have noticed. Hehe!
Arrived, he was not looking too good at all. His ticker was racing, and he looked drained. This worried me, I asked if I should call an ambulance, but he said no. The poor lad was not food at all. The session was lost to my concerns, can’t be sure, but I think he helped me with the paperwork… I’m just not sure. I walked with him to the door and wished him well. If he turns up tomorrow, I’ll be surprised; I’m concerned for him.
That put the mockers on everything after that. Couldn’t concentrate on anything at all. I believe I had a turn myself then. Cause at around 14:30hrs, it was as if I woke up, wondering what I’d been doing. I vaguely remember Josie returning the plates and things. Not much else. The oven was on, with nothing in it. Which I put to rights and got some potato Rostis in it.
I burnt my right index finger on the oven! Doesn’t look much, but it hurts like hell! Can’t type now; the finger is so tender to touch for typing. Odd, that?
Going to have to try again later.
Wednesday updating of this post, from the scribble pad: Dementia Doreen is withholding the actual memories. So, not much detail, I’m afraid. Found this graphic in the diary file. Can’t recall making it? Dated for today, mind you?
I do recall this rather sad-looking meal that I made. Two sourdough baps, six potato-Rostis. A liberal portion of BBQ sauce for sipping into. And a pot of the soya lemon yoghourt. But I did enjoy it, and I spotted a scribbled 8.4/10 on the notepad. Which I assumed to be the taste rating given?
Must have some rain then.
Naturally, I was trying to watch a ‘Heartbeat’ episode again. I was soon woken up, though. Appeared, and we soon had the medications done. I was waffling again, Tsk! Went with her to the door (I know this because it was locked this morning). Carolynne took the waste bag with her, and I locked the door.
Tried to watch the second episode of ‘Heartbeat’. Zzz!
0600hrs: I was doing a bit of threshing about when I bounded back into consciousness this morning. But I’d had a bad night of jumping awakes, so was not surprised at this morning’s flapping about 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, itch-producing, none-working recliner. I did consider going back to sleep, but the need for a wee-wee forced me to change my mind. Struggled free of the recliner… trying not to spill too many crumbs from the dressing gown on the floor, as I hobbled over to the NWWB (Nocturnal-Wee-Wee-Bucket) Although it was a bit of a strain to force things out, surprisingly there was plenty of PMD (Post-Micturition-Dribbling)?
Of to get the seen to. As I went through the door, I saw how foggy it was through the kitchen window and fetched the camera to take these two shots of the view. The first one is straight ahead, and the second one down to the Citrus Way car parking in front of the block.
I got into the wet room with the togs to put on, and I commenced my morning cleaning-up routine. The teeth cleaning brought more bleeding, as I expected it would… and it did, profusely! The shaving went better today. Just two small nicks. I had to use some new razors on the back of the neck. These Wilkinson’s three-bladed razors are not cutting it at all? Only used them for about three days. Humph! Had a stand-up wash cause I’d got up so late, and if I let myself in the shower, I’d still be in there when the Carer came.I was surprised that I didn’t need to use the Throne; I always do; well, did, but not today! These went smoothly. Of course, I was out of eye drops, and thankfully, very thankfully , had not been bleeding; Missing having to do the Daktacort ointmentating is always a relief and pleasure! The Germoloiding and Germolening were smoothly & painlessly done.
I took the wee-wee bucket to be emptied, cleaned and disinfected. Got the kettle on, returned the NWWB to its so-easy-to-get-at location, and burst into tune. came in. After mutual greetings were shared and Richard got the medications sorted out, he went into one of his Professional-Status! He investigated the paperwork that came with the Mental-Health appointment. Guide, advice, and what to do and not to do, plus what I had to take with me.
❶ All my medications. ❷ Hearing aids. ❸ Spectacles distance and reading. ❸ One relative or carer only to come with you. ❹ Use your WC at home before leaving to come to the hospital. ❺ Wear a facemask. ❻ Arrive for your appointment early – but only by five minutes! ❼ Use the hand-sanitisers when you see them.
① When leaving, someone will guide you to the correct way out. ② Use the hand sanitiser on your way out. ③ Do not return to the hospital for any reason, including forgetting to take something home with you. ‘Call the hospital’ Do not re-enter.
After putting my mind at rest, he reminded me to see Deana ASAP to get the Easy-Link transport booked so as not to worry about it then. Remind her to tell them about the ‘To arrive five-minutes early’ stipulation.
Richard checked the medication drawer, and we relaxed with a bit of banter and gossip for a few minutes. Gave him his Christmas pressie and nibbles, and he took the waste bags with him as he left. I stood a moment in the hallway, and all that he had told me was melting into the ether. Luckily I wrote a lot of it down on the pad.
I got the Sunday blog finished and posted it to WordPress. Did some Pinteresting. Comments. Then started this template. Herbert above started banging and tapping away. I responded again by tapping on the top of the tall bookcase. But he didn’t do it for long, and within an hour of so, all was quiet again. Nice! Had a glance out of the balcony from the computer chair, and the fog seemed to be lingering a little. Which made me look at the time. I’m not sure if I’d had another Mind-Blank, but the clock read gone 13:00hrs already? How could it have taken me so long to get nothing much done?
Am I getting phobic about this? And is phobic the right word? Hehehe!.
I’d turned the Bank Manager worrying light off to save costs earlier, but I had to put it back on. It had gone so dark again, suddenly.
Ah, I’ve got a big Asda order coming today. I’m sure it was for 14 > 15:00hrs. I’ll check the calendar.Yes, just as I thought… Ahem! It’s for 16:00 > 17:00hrs. I got an email from them (Asda) Four items are unavailable, and some substitutes.
Hello, he’s off again! He may be a self-centred, impolite, insensitive, disrespectful, snobbish, ignorant-mannered, haughty, pompous, pretentious, uppity, scoffing, contumelious, smart-alecky, insensitive, unsympathetic, toffee-nosed, self-important, nyaff, noisy nasty man, But he doesn’t bother me at all.
I’d still like to know where all that time went earlier.
Then took this photographicalisation from the kitchenette window. Considering the weather conditions, I was slightly smug about how this one came out.
16:00hrs: Asda delivery any time now!
16:30hrs: Asda delivery any time now!
17:10hrs: Asda delivery any time now!
17:20hrs: Aha! The mobile rang. I couldn’t understand who it was at first but thought I caught ‘Asda’ in the chatter, So assumed it was the delivery driver who had not been to the flats before. I started to explain to him about the intercom… and the mobile signal was lost. 17:26hrs: I went down to the lobby to search for and admit the driver. 17:30hrs: Got in the lobby, and Carol ♥ was there. She told me the driver had gone up to the flat. Tsk! Thanked her and went back up in the lift. 17:33hrs: Found the lost driver in the flat lobby. 17:40hrs: He finished putting the goods inside the door for me. It’s always a struggle for drivers on their first delivering to this place. I forgot, in the fiasco, to return the unwanted substitutes. was not done with me yet, though! 17:45: Thanked the chap and made a start to put the many things where they should go. And some in the spare junk room.
Got the foil dishes and trays on top of the wall cabinets. How I’ll go with getting them down again, I’ll find out later! Sauces and canned goods are sorted. The baked beans will keep me ‘moving,’ I think? The lemon soya yoghourts arrived; they do suit me; they are not too sweet. I bought just the softer nuts, should have sufficient to see me through Christmas. The Asda Gold teabags tasted like, well, they didn’t taste at all of tea! ASDA’s economy Cottage pies were limited this time. I wanted four, one for Richard, three for me, they taste Grrreat! Only got two, so one each with Richard in the morning. The potato Rostis all four arrived, and tonight a whole packet of them will be enjoyed. That is if I remember to overcook them like last week’s that I enjoyed so much. Steak slices and Beef & Veg pasties for Richard. They had none of the cheap and tasty BBQ sauce but sent two expensive ones. The Oxo one that I thought might be rather delicious turned out to be a marinade, to be put on food for ten minutes before cooking. If I remember, I’ll try it on the Rostis later on… (Naturally, I forgot!)
According to my notepad scribblings, as best as I could make out, something happened at 18:00 hours. “1800, B4 gay… charade CP away…” undecipherable until, “Gog___ ap very papule”. Is any clever Wordsmith reading this? (Billum, HRH Lisa? Shakespeare?) Can you give some insight into what the heck I am supposed to have been recording on the notepad, please? I suppose I must have had a mind-blank or brain freeze at the time? Thanks, !
I gave up on blogging: I’ll try to catch up in the morning
Good Morning! Catching up started… 18:28hrs: Came in. I was watching Heartbeat on the TV. Got the medications sorted and had a little laugh and natter (me mostly, of course). I insisted on treats being selected (I’ll only sulk if they don’t take them!). Jodie took the waste bag as she departed. Bless her!
The next ‘Heartbeat episode was on, so I got down into the £300, used, second-hand shop-bought nine-years ago, c1966, discomfiting, alarmingly Karki-beige coloured, crumb-containing, TV remote hiding, not working recliner, to watch it. But it was not to be! I nodded off on the first set of adverts and woke up as the ending credits were rolling up the screen! However, after taking another wee-wee, washing and renting to the recliner, I found that Motorway Police was showing. I’ll watch this… I thought. In a way, I did; But never for longer than two or three minutes, then it was off into the land of nod… wake up, watch another minute or two of the programme… back to sleep… I did manage to wake up for the end credits again.
Gave up, and I turned off the TV. But the waking up carried on all night long. !
07:00hrs: A second decent night’s kip for the old man, then. (It’s not often I can say that!) I thought it wise to wait for a little before getting excited; I’d not done the checks yet, and I didn’t want to bring it back to reality just yet for a while.
I went into the kitchenette, mainly to check on the taps, stove, fridge etc. to make sure I’d not left anything on that shouldn’t be. All Clear! So, a was duly adopted!
It was a foggy morning, not unlike those we used to get every November so many years ago. The memories flowed for a while. as I took these photographs! Not necessarily good recollections. But a few did sneak in. Got the Health checks done.
Pulse decent at 33.1°1f.
Sorry to say that the flipping Blood Pressure came out up in the Top Red area, Hypertension Three! But only just. Hehe!
The SYS was really high this time at Red-Risk 162.
The Dia was fine in the Amber zone.
The Pulse was creeping back up again at 78.
I just can’t understand why they have classed in the red-three zone. When three of the four are in the Amber zone? I expected to be well lower down on the scale. Mind you, the SYS was high. Came in. Got the medications sorted, and the lad was in a rush; I could sense it… his being so late told me that as well. He wanted his bed, and who could blame him. Talked him into trying a cold Starbuck Coffee for his thank-you treat. Be interesting to see what he say’s about it later next week. I bet Richard won’t take a coffee with Rum & Coke and his favourite, Pink Gin and lemon, being on offer. Hehe! He can have a coffee as well. I got the mince in the pan with the beans and added some flavourings.
I’m well known as a flavourings-adder, you know. Hehehe!
Then I got two large potatoes in the big saucepan on the boil, and I nipped back to the computer to get her started and begin updating the Saturday blog. I had to avoid getting distracted with blogging for fear of forgetting about Josie’s meal cooking.
Went back to check, and the potatoes were already done? It only seemed like ten minutes. But, of course, it was longer. As you can see in the photo here when it came to dicing the spuds ready to go in the oven to bake them crispy… This is how one potato turned out – Bad! So, not so many spuds in Josie’s meal today. Got the diced and olive-oil-sprayed spuds in the heated oven. Had a clean-up. And back to the computer. That is not blood on the paper towel. Oh, no! It’s probably jam or ketchup, something like that. As if a man of my calibre would cut his right index finger while slicing the spud, laughable. Did some work on the blog, mostly correcting errors made. Tsk! Bet I still missed no end of them!
Added spuds to the saucepan of chilli-stew, or whatever you want to call it. But after taking out approximately half of the stew and placing it into a separate lidded-tub This is Josie’s 2nd meal for Monday. She heats it up in her microwave. I try to make the two meals different for her. After taking out the Monday portion, I added some basil and BBQ to the first lot and stirred it up, warming it gently. No potatoes in the Monday one, either. I had 20-minutes or so on the blog and made up Josie’s tray.
I’d got carried away today… Just look at that pile of stew in the bowl for her. It might get her eating better, but it is bound to get me accused of trying to make her look like Betty Bunter. Now, for the less mature whippersnappers, these names will mean nothing. But to us kings growing up[ in the ’50s, they were previously revered. For they were in comics that we read. Possibly. In this photo, Betty’s name is Bessie Bunter, but later she became Betty; I don’t know why. It’s me mishearing what Josie was saying… I’ll have to check that later with her.
But she was for the girls, and for us lads, we had Billy Bunter. Two overweight kids that always seemed to get the better of their parents in the story we read. Hehehe! I think that Sister Jane was a fan of that comic. There was the Topper, Beezer, Beano, Dandy, Eagle & others. Not bad for a bloke who read his instructions from the nut-house hospital last night and can’t remember anything he read?
Note the changing times in the covers here? In those days, the girls were trained as domestics, not future wives. So, Billy gets excitement out in the woods with criminals, and Betty-Bessie battles the fight to get food in the house. Not a single person back then mentioned them being unhealthily overweight. Hahaha! I wondered off subject again there, didn’t I?
Back to the diary: I delivered the meals to Josie. I remembered taking the Lumix camera with me in my pocket, and I’d also got it in my bag! Every little victory, you know!
Josie was looking better today; bless her cotton socks. I’m not sure who is the more forgetful between us… but my guess would be it being even-stevens! Hehehe! The deafness we also share is just the same. She didn’t notice the over twice the usual amount of chillie-stew and the larger bowl I had to use to get it all in. About Gawd knows when… I got the Saturday blog posted off. Carer Carolynne arrived. We got the medications sorted and had a natter. (Well, I did!) Hehe! Forced treats in thanks on her. She took the waste bags with her as she left; with a smile.
Not in the flat, though. There was a fire in Basford or Sherwood area. I took these pictures of it. Much smoke varying from white to black and a few bursts of flames. Annoyingly, I could find nothing on the news or the internet about it.
These chronologically go from left to right as you go down.
Shame I couldn’t find them for a newspaper to use.
It’s 20:00hrs already! I’ll get something to eat, then my head down, I think. ♫ Food, Glorious Food ♫ Flavour-Rating 7.2/10. And I was surprised at how tasty the Adkins cobs were. The Asda Soya lemon yoghourt was its usual tasty treat.
I got ensconced 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.
Sleep came quickly tonight! But could I stay asleep? No! I woke up jouncingly, joltingly, or jarringly so often; it almost tired me out! Fair enough, I got back to sleep quickly enough, but minutes later (it seemed), I was once again twitchingly woken up!
Sweet Morpheus was playing with me once more…
Or, mayhap it was , continuing on her mission along with the other mysteries of Woodthorpe Court, with the hobgoblins, spectres, gnomai, phantasms, ghosts, the grotesque succubae, extraterrestrials, ectoplasms, spirits, or the Fata Morganas, that have been sent to taunt, irritate and terminate my already limited saneness of mind?