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Sore throat, cough, something bronchial?
Gargle salted water, no NHS for owt medical,
Cycling on the pavement, a constable…
Gives a lecture, then a clip around the ear,
Nicking coal so you could have a fire?
Another clout around my ear on the agenda,
MPs just didn’t appear to be bribable,
Nothing known then as biopsychosocial,
Although the air was barely breathable,
DC power and electric shocks could be lethal,
School? Maths alphabetisation & survival,
No mobile phones, colour TVs or drones,
12” records with scratchy sounds,
Didn’t go through the lights on amber,
Getting to the moon just didn’t matter,
No such things as the BNP or Asda,
Reading a comic was our adventure,
Years late; See you later, alligator!
A talking & walking test, no alcoholometer,
We bought potatoes 12½d by the barrowful,
Cwt today? Costs £150, astronomical!
Cars? Austin A30, Rovers, Ford Anglia,
Standard Vanguards the police’s option,
Poverty, to us, was the normalisation,
Our nights in were with the mouth organ,
Nights out; A drink, film, hot dog, depression,
Or beers, & involuntarily emptying your bladder,
In every pub or shop, you’d see an Arthur,
They showed colour films at the Astoria,
But they were costly at 2/6, half a dollar!
Despite my having dementia and amnesia…
These things I can still relate to, & remember,
Cause life then held some fun and pleasure,
So, I’m ready to go, whensoever,
Would I like to live again? Never!
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Big Iceland order
Fresh foods
More fresh foods
I did get some packets and nibbles.
But the photos seem to have escaped! I CAN’T WORK IT OUT!
Admittedly, it may be the after-effects of the one and only (up to now) Seizure I came out of a few minutes ago.
I’m not grasping the problems or dealing with them very well. Of the eight photos I took of the order delivered, I can only find four. They were on the internal memory. Nothing else. I tried both SD cards and plugged in the transfer thingy, and a couple were there, so I tried again to upload them.
They didn’t show up at all?
I gave up and sulked a little. I tried again but had no luck; now they have also disappeared from the SD card!
I believe the problem is me.
When I tried a third time, I still had no luck, but I did find three meal photos I thought I had lost! When? When? Could they be old or already used? Aha, last night’s!
So, what’s going on?
My grip on things has been loosened!
To make matters worse, the Doctor can’t see me until June. Carer Joe tried to get through this afternoon, but there was a massive waiting queue! I’m giving up now. I’ll see if I feel more with it in the morning. I know. I’ll go to the WP Reader and reply to the masses of comments I have received. Hehehe! Both of them.
Bit of an unnerving spell, this no-gripness!
Can’t recall taking this one
To this scratchy-looking shot
while making the meal
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Abominableness, abortiveness, or abruptness,
Used to be considered ablations…
Objections are getting ablatitious,
So many welcome, appealing differences,
HMG? Averters, avoiders, & backhanders,
Oligarchs, liars, bankers, arbitragers. <<<>>><<<>>>
MPs? There are our famous burrowers,
Got there by being borrowers…
Sycophants or toady bumsuckers,
The bundlers, bungers, and bunglers,
Self-wealth accomplishers,
All traits like our Prime Minister’s! <<<>>><<<>>> <<<>>><<<>>>
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It may have been a smidgeon disturbed, but I slept for a good seven hours!
Care Ejaz arrived at just 08:00 hrs. I was initially concerned that he was a little late. The lad apologised straight away, explaining that it was a bank holiday, so there were very few buses running. I’d forgot about it being Bank Holiday. Fancy me forgetting something. Haha! Ejaz did a quick body check for bruises, Acne & Eczema. Putting some barrier cream on my back, under my man breasts, and on the leg ulcers. We didn’t put any diabetic socks on because of the pain from the ingrowing toenails.
The door chime rang out in the afternoon. The Community nurses, one female and one male, arrived to sort out the Catheter contraption for me. We managed a laugh along the way. I was pleased to remember asking her to put the day bag back on the right leg, explaining that it had been on the left for nearly a year. Well, I did feel a ginormous, idiotic, daft fool when she replied: You could have swapped it over whenever you liked when you changed the weekly day bag? It all fell into place... What a plonker!
Lovely nurse. I insisted on nibbles and a drinkie for them in thanks for the visit and laugh. 🤎
An hour or so later, the door chime chimed again. I had my hearing aids in from the Nurse’s visit, so I heard the voice as my neighbour and Angel Jenny entered the room. Jenny must have read in the blog about my inability to get the Milk Roll sliced loaves. Bless her!
She came in and handed two loaves! How Lovely & Thoughtful XXX.
I’ve just found a photo I took earlier with the other camera, whne I could not locate Kodak Tim 2.
Never seen the sky this colouring before?
It may have been an error on my behalf.
A later Kodak Tim 2 shot of my beloved tree copse.
Wonderful to see the green returning.
The hallway, I can’t think of why I took this one.
It shows the brightness of the sun behind me while taking the photo.
Last snap of the evening.
A gorgeous brown hue!
Sorry, this is shorter than usual.
After the nurses came, then Jenny, with her appreciated presents, I’m sure I had a seizure, came around and fell asleep in the c1966, £300 Oxfam charity shop-bought, wincingly grotty, beige-coloured, crumb-covered from my nocturnal nibblings, itch-making, uncomfortable, positively unhealthy, and dangerous, no longer operational, virus-breeding, easy-to-fall-out-of, Catheter-tube-trapping recliner.
I also had a rarely broken sleep, again, six hours this time. Mind you, I needed it. I’m not sure if I made a meal. I found no pots, crumbs on the chair or me, or cutlery in the kitchen sink? – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – Adios Amigo’s – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
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Grim: Ayup, what yer up to dumbo? Inchy: Photoing the sunset, catching it low.
Grim: You like nature, don’t you? Inchy: I used to like women, but now it’s a no-no!
Grim: How does it help, watching the sun go? Inchy: It doesn’t, no cuddles or fandango… No sex or snogging makes me feel so low,
Grim: There’s nowt I can do to help though! Inchy: A bit of good news? Should I try Ginko?
Grim: Nae, it’s no good, does nowt for you! Inchy: News? Is there owt I should know?
Grim: I’ll soon be telling yer to get ready to go! Inchy: That’s alright, I want to talk to St Peter,
Grim: Oh, he’s a proper keen abnegator… Inchy: Are you saying he’s real… St. Peter?
Grim: I shouldn’t really tell yer…
as you’ll croak out sooner rather than later, Inchy: Yes, yes, okay, please tell me…
Grim: I really shouldn’t oughter…
St Peter was invented by a Grim Reaper, Inchy: You? Was it you who invented Peter?
Grim: Well, yes, I had to make it obscure,
So earthlings would never be sure… Inchy: Yes, yes, yes, tell me more…
Grim: I’d hate victim’s death to be vin ordinaire, Inchy: I think you really care!
Grim: I do, I do, look at what we share!
Neither of us can have sexual rumpy-pumpy, Inchy: Very accurate, not our fault, amazingly,
Grim: We’ve no friends apart from each other, Inchy: Yes, all and sundry can, annoyingly…
Grim: Starmer is our mutual archenemy, Inchy: True, spot-on accuracy!
Grim: Neither of us show animosity…
Although we both share an animosity, Inchy: Do we really?
Grim: Yes, towards Heaven & Hell surprisingly,
You accept death most acquiescingly! Inchy: That’s cause life’s gone miserably,
Grim: They’ll rebirth me, non-consentingly,
With no freaking regrets or apology! Inchy: The swine, absolutely!
Grim: 2000 years plus, I’ve been reaping!
Without stopping or ever sleeping,
Not one soul collected ever went missing… Inchy: They’ve treated you abominably…
Grim: Hence, I share your misery, Inchy, Inchy: Anything I can do to help, possibly?
Grim: We face futures brokenheartedly,
You for not dying, me for reliving… Inchy: What are you saying?
Grim: When you die, I’ll not collect your soul, Inchy: Can you not make an appeal?
Grim: To God or the Devil, you cannot appeal,
Even I don’t know if they’re real…
their decision sends me apoplectical,
your world, soon to be mine, is adumbral,
Inchy, what should I be anticipating? Inchy: Gun crime, motor vehicle crime, breaking & entry, Islamophobic crime, homophobic crime, wars, Transgender crimes. starvations, price rises, bent politicians, Oligarchs, illuminati, global-warmings, financial greed, bumfuzzling, pickpocketing, transgressions, sexual deviations & violations, depravities, injuries, scandals, altercations, lawbreaking, delinquencies, corruptions, injustices, illegalities, death, criminalities, murders, sins, atrocities, evils, abominations, monstrosities, cybercrimes, manslaughters, greed, backhanders, muggings, road raging, armed assaults, drug wars, blackmailing, prices rise, corporate fiddling, PM’s lying… domestic violence, jealousy, child molesting, antisemitic crime, rude awakenings, Racist, religious hate crime, thieving… Grim: Whoa, whoa… I was only joking! <<<>>><<<>>> – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – 05:00hrs: I woke up; the moment I moved, I was greeted with severe pains in my left & right feet. Onychovryptosis Ingrowing Toenails, damaged during the cutting, I had to pay £35 for last Friday. Bad as the pain was, I think it was a smidgeon easier than yesterday, but that was absolute agony! I decided then not to have the diabetic socks put on today. But daren’t leave them off for too long. Or the leg growths will start to leak again. I can’t win! Haha! Honestly, I do try! I removed and emptied the nocturnal catheter pouch. I poured some into an old clear plastic yoghourt pot for the Carer to assess the NHS colour grading chart for me later, and then I took a photo of it (5.5 on the scale). – Moving to the kitchen after imagining that I’d done my balance exercises, I stubbed my right toe against the ottoman. A few curses, with a fair degree of swearing later, ARRGH! The same left foot with the big toe was the problem a second time. I took a kitchenette shot en route to the wet room to visit the Porcelain Throne. Trosky’s comeback from yesterday was short-lived. Had returned. A reluctant whopper was eventually released into the water, which needed three flushes, then a prod with a bamboo cane and a third flush to encourage it to the sewer. I hope it doesn’t cause a blockage. Hehehe!
07:00 hrs, Carer Ejaz arrived. He seemed happier today. I think my saying the socks will have to be left off and telling him why cheered him a little. The medications were issued, and he dabbed some barrier cream on the ingrowing toenails. Well, it might help. He also put some on the rough, thickening right ankle of . Ejaz took these two shots of feet and poot little and big toes. The big toes seem to have gotten larger overnight? Is that possible? Both hallux toes also seemed to be curling beneath the other toes? Does anyone else out there have or had this before? The smaller toes seem to be more bent? Hey-Ho! Ajaz checked the torso for scabs, bruises, or wounds but found none. Well, a few new red-spot growths on the right top thigh. They come and go at will. After the lad had gone, I went to make a brew of Co-op 99 tea and took this snap on the right when I saw how the sky had reddened.
At 13:30 hrs, Carer Jasmin arrived. She examined the toes and applied some Savlon. She said the toes (the ingrowing pair) had been cut down far too much when they were cut, Jasmin said.
Carer ‘Joe’ did the teatime call; he’s a good bloke.
Baked potatoes in husks, frankfurters, and nothing else. Well, I had an ice cream cornet for afters.
Night shots of the dramatic-looking sky. And a close-up to follow. They had a dour beauty, do you think?
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What controls one’s advertences?
Without them, you’ve mental curtains,
Which blocks your observations,
Lose your morals and convictions,
Dreams, inspirations and motivations,
You may select the wrong adorations,
Bringing on unwanted altercations,
Also, financial complications,
Getting interest rate reductions?
Do you doze off during meditations?
Do you struggle with DIY contraptions?
Why not consult enchiridions?
Do you use too many idioms?
Do you get drawn into fixations,
Understand your own contemplations?
Do you have naughty inclinations?
Do you mix with Oligarchs or patricians?
Comfortable amidst the proletarians?
How rarely do we question the criterions,
Not all criteria of verifications…
These can be classed as desideratums,
It’s vital to carry out investigations,
And done with great intentness’s,
Their objectives, ambitions, & intentions,
Find out their aim with negotiations,
Tell them it with confabulations,
Or conversations or consultations,
Don’t use the word investigations!
After scrutinisations, & observations,
Re your resulting appraisements…
No ballpark figures or approximations,
Declarations, not propositions,
Release only certitudes, positive decisions,
Analyse your ascertainments,
Then, create new recommendations,
Plainly, this is mostly theorisations…
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I fell asleep last night 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. Woke up several times overnight, but far less than when I was in the hospital bed. Around 04:30hrs, I woke again and decided to get up and catch up early on the blog. The mind was willing enough, but the body sort of said to me, ‘Sod off!’ Several times. I could not get back to sleep; a few bouts of eye-drooping were the best I could achieve. I lurched from the recliner, noticing the time was 06:20 hrs. I detached the nocturnal pouch from the day bag, and plans changed when I got up and started the gentle morning balance exercises. The wind erupted from my hindquarters; long, loud, noisily, and aromatically contaminated the room. Off to the wet room, I trudged. By the time I got there and sat down on the Porcelain Throne, the agony from my toes was as painful as it had ever been! Only Anne Gyna and Little Inchies Fungal Lesion are that bad. I thought they hurt a lot when they were cut yesterday. £35 I had to pay for this torture session, too! Haha! To rub it in, I had to clean up endless toenail clippings when the Carer spotted them later on the carpet. I did not wash or shave, but did I rinse the teggies? I put it down to the pain I’d got and had all day every time I had to stand up and or walk. I unlocked the door as I exited the room so the Carer could get in later. My getting up late annoysed me. My plan to catch up on the blog was in ruins.The new four-wheeled walker attracted my attention, and I tried again to get the loose right handlebar stiffened. I failed, of course.
Carer Ejaz arrived. He made me proud this morning. He assessed the urine rating, issued medications, and then changed my catheter bag. Next, he did a full-body check for new wounds or bruises. New spots on my leg and another bruise on my back were found. He then ointmentated both ankle lesions and legs with barrier cream under the men’s breasts, arms, and in the crutch near the catheter tube. I reckon that the right Lymphorrhoea Leslie’s lower leg, which had been bleeding overnight, had dried up well enough and was reduced in size. But things with Leslie change day by day.
I went out on the balcony to take two shots. That rain we had earlier leaked onto the car park’s end. But we still need more rain here. It’s unnatural that so little rain is falling. A skyward shot next. What beautiful cloud formations we get. Always differing.
At long last, I got on the computer to update and post the Friday blog on WordPress. It took me hours, but still.
Midday Carer. He took a look at the new walker handgrips for me. I turned the gripper, and it came loose! This could bode unwell! The skies were even more interesting. The top shot was to the left of the kitchenette window. The bottom one to the right.
You wouldn’t think they were the same sky.
As the day progressed, the pain from the ingrowing toenails worsened. Walking at times required two sticks; the pain from both nails was so bad. I decided to try to get a bowl with disinfectant in the water, to wash my feet. Getting the bowl filled and into the room near the recliner was a struggle. Dettol was added, and a towel was taken in. But I could not get the diabetic socks off until the Carer arrived.
The Carer came on the last visit and timed it perfectly, and the water was still hot enough.
She removed the socks, and I got my feet in the water. After two minutes in the bowl, she fretted about being late for her next call. She dried the feet with kitchen towels and kindly applied some barrier cream to Lymphoedema Leslie’s thick, cracked skin on both ankles. Bless her. Cleaning up after was a struggle because, as usual, the toenails sting for a while after doing the feet. Getting off to sleep took me ages, and I was also tired.
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Things that happened as I began to grow,
Dad decided that to the park we would go…
To watch the cricket, I thought, oh, no,
I get more fun looking at a Picasso,
Can I go on the swings, Dad?
This seemed to make him mad,
He said, keep quiet and be a good lad!
I sneaked off for a walk about a tad,
Carrying football boots, I saw a lad,
I went to watch their game, naughty dingwad.
Trying to open the gate, I was tugging…
Hearing Dad’s voice, I hid absquatulating,
He didn’t see me; I found that amusing…
But not the following crushing…
It was my thumb, and it was bleeding,
Dad came over, saying… What a state!
“Thee thumb ends chopped off, me mate”,
The lad who’d run his car into the gate,
I recall his language was articulate…
Apologising, so there is no need to altercate,
The ambulate arrived, its bell ringing,
They took me to the children’s hospital A&E, Put me on a waiting hall trolley,
A nurse checked the thumb & bandaged me…
Said that she’ll be back shortly,
I waited and felt a little sleepy,
Took me to the treatment room swiftly,
Said, “We’ll have to sew it back on” curtly,
Which they did, and very neatly,
Back out into the hallway…
You’ll stay here as a cautionery,
“You have been fearless, not cowardly!”
So, I had coped with the calamity,
I turned to look for a lavatory…
And had another Whoosiedangloppery,
I fell off of the trolley,
It doesn’t feel like it, but apparently…
But that was back in August 1950,
When they got me up, I’d broken my knee!
The start of my run of being unlucky,
What have I done successfully?
I’ve about run out of currency,
Born with the world’s tinniest ever Willie, Cancer, shot, Peripheral Neuropathy,
Glaucoma, Cataract, at 23 I became a baldie,
Being nearly drowned later made me a deafie,
Got made redundant when I was 63,
Then, they fitted a mechanical aorta in me,
Cartilages giving way, then Reflux Roger,
Then the devil infected me with Anne Gyna, Haemorrhoids, colour-blind, then another catastrophe,
Ingrowing toenails, having to pay for chiropody,
Hearing aids, spectacles, & lost my mobility,
Taxed on my pension… Oh, did I mention…?
Starmer stole my winter fuel allowance from me!
I cannot claim to have been over-lucky,
I may need help psychosomatically,
Psychologically, I live abnormally,
I’m getting help, the falls team agreeably…
Will visit to aid my recovery,
They will help me significantly,
The Carers do, definitely…
But it’s all too costly!
I am a proper moaner,
Most of my ire is self-anger,
Leaving hot taps to run colder,
Doors open, fridge flowing over,
I’ve turned into a grammaticaster,
Many traits & skills that I cannot master!
No point in becoming a reprehender,
Starmer’s done well, and he’s a cheat & liar!
His father was a toolmaker,
That’s true; he made a useless one named Keir!
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04:15hrs: I woke, removed the catheter pouch, and went to the wet room to get the cleaning up done & sorted out. I was feeling, well, not perkier, but better than I have done for a few mornings.
I checked the computer email in case any of the medics had sent me an update.
I realised the snaps below, taken last night by Carer Ejaz, are rare. ‘Rain’ was missed in yesterday’s blog. I plead Guilty!
There were no cuts, and the bruised eye looked bad. Not really, but it made me sound brave! Hehe! The ulcers and were far less vivid this morning. Some new growths had appeared near DVD veins. At teatime, I showed Carer Joe. There were new ones, and those in the photo had been leaking from a tiny spot on top of each one that had dried hard. Another of the Mysteries of Woodthorpe Court, with the hobgoblins, spectres, gnomai, phantasms, ghosts, the grotesque succubae, extraterrestrials, ectoplasms, spirits, or the Fata Morgana that have been sent to taunt, irritate and terminate my already limited saneness of mind, which is losing its marbles?
Mini-seizures and doing the gloriously silly Ode above ensured I spent hours and hours slogging away, constantly getting slower. Several hours were lost.
A social team member (I can’t recall the name)rang me, reminding me to call the doctors to get an appointment with her – one might as well have called Putin and asked him to kindly stop killing people; the result is the same. Apparently, the Doctor asked Matron Jackie to tell me to make one. Then, the Doctor requested that Social remind me. I can only get there with a Carer on a Wednesday. When Carer ‘Joe’ rang for me, he was told that the Doctor does her home calls on a Wednesday. After talking with the organiser, the best he could offer was for fifteen-thirty, on the fourth of June. But this is only protem. Carer ‘Joe’ said he’ll see if he can get cover or make changes for that day. He’ll have to ring them back to make it for another day if he can’t get things arranged for that day.
The costly nail cutter from the hair salon came up to do them at ‘ten minutes’ notice. This threw out my plots for the Ode and delayed me even further. Tsk! I’d just had a mini seizure and was not totally compos-mentis. Nice gal. Hurt a bit on the ingrowing nail toes. In fact… ARRGH!Hehe!
I’ve got a potato in the oven to try making cheesy spuds. But, on a low light. It’s the last call of the day, Ejaz, I think it will be. He’s due over the next hour; I’ll not start eating until he’s gone. Then, the feasting will start. Hahaha! I’ll turn the heat down on the oven so they don’t burn.
Back with an update in T’morning’!
Good Morning!
Carer Ejaz arrived.
I took these snaps of the sun going down with my (donated) Kodak 2a. Then, about a minute later. The sun was moving down quickly.
The ready-made meal was shepherd’s pie, a baked potato, and two cheese-topped bread rolls. Another tasty meal! Great!
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– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – Unexpected things that can turn us into addicts, Have you considered antibiotics? What’s hidden in the needles of acupuncturists? I’m not trying to be an alarmist… I only wrote this in a little jest! <<<<X>>>> Criminals options; To be an abductor? Take a bribe or backhander Or, be a Harrod’s shoplifter? Easy to become a pensioner killer? Like Starmer, who’s also a liar! <<<<X>>>> Have you ever not voted? Abstained? Allowed your payments to get behind? Not paying your electricity bill, cozened? Is your bank balance getting smaller or dwined? Are food costs driving you out of your mind? Have your hopes and plans now disloigned? Is life no longer fun? Think you have failed? This will be due to one man who conned & lied… The voters now feel they’ve been deluded, He’s murdered pensioners, totally unoppugned! With any opposition now knackered… I think Kerr should be prosecuted! Imprison him, but he should be executed! <<<<X>>>> I suppose I should be feeling guilty… Saying that about Starmer was naughty, He is the P.M. and quiet portly, The first thing he did was to rob my heating money, So, I don’t think he’s a nice honey-bunny! Then, he took £ 6,000 in gifts, shaming HMG, Prices are rising so fast and dramatically… <<<<X>>>> Window cleaners’ prices increase by 20%. The podiatrist the same, 20%, Milk Roll Sliced Bread, up 29% The bank manager is not acquiescent, Electricity costs up 33.3%! Many more, all with Starmer’s consent, The populations plebeians not complaisant,
And Starmer remains calmly arrant! – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – I’m miles behind again. I’ll have to cut down on content with so many things going on, including medical and disabled callers. I’ve got on today. No, two today. Got to learn the new equipment controls on one call. The other concerns the new Cognitive Impairment situation (I think). I’ll try to keep the Odes coming.
Whoops. Whoops! Where did the bruised eye come from?
Another of the mysteries of Woodthorpe Court’s hobgoblins, spectres, gnomai, phantasms, grotesque succubae, ectoplasms, Whoopsiedangleplops, ailments, extraterrestrials, spirits, Accifauxpas, rent increases, food price hikes, and the Fata Morganas strike again! Ah, my ankles and legs are a bit better!
They change either shapes, colours or severity every day that Carer Ejaz does a body check.
Tomorrow morning, you can read about the biggest mystery this year. No idea how to explain it now, but I’ll sort something out by way of an explanation. When I figure out what happened.
Finished in the wet room.
View from the kitchenette. These, top & below… Taken by Carer Ejaz. After checking the legs, acne, and eczema and noting the new bruises on my body, he proceeded to check the safety features.
After noon snaps. Front car park.
An unknown mystery about these scratch bruises on my left arm. When Carer ‘Joe’ made his only call of the day, he took the snap as I explained what I could of what had caused the issue. Mainly so he could tell the Doctor if I ever got an appointment with her, as she had demanded. For a Wednesday so the Carer can go with me.
Sweet & Sour vegetable dish.
With Kung-Po sauce added and mixed in. Oh, and some garden peas added!
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Entered Friday 0818hrs.
MYSTERY INJURIES Best as I can remember.
Which is in far less detail than what I explained to Carer ‘Joe’, or I think it is.
I was just finishing working on the blog. In the process of saving the work, I recalled that I was getting into a state of disorientation and thought I’d better not continue…
Next, I recall being in the wet room, on my feet. Not on the floor, and I could not feel the injuries to the arm, wrist or neck at all at first. The room seemed its usual mess, but nothing apparent that could indicate my having had a tumble. Weird!
As I turned around, the shower curtain caught my left arm. I felt that, and then I could sense the bruised neck and the eye. Then, the Cartilage Carole started stinging; all these pains came on late, one at a time, a sort of delayed reaction.
How and why did I go into the wet room? I returned to the computer and shut it down without saving my work.
A mixture of despair, frustration, and self-loathing enfolded me. But I was still not feeling right, but not like I usually would be after a seizure or tumble.
When Carer ‘Joe’ came in, I was in my usual plodding-along mode. We spoke of the incident for a while, along with sly looks and smiles.
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – Our intentions may well be admirable, But are they needed and desirable? If they happen to be altruistical? Are the benefits given physical or ethereal? Endurable, sustaining or apothegmatical? Will this incite the recipient to turn greedful? I don’t want to appear hyperbolical, After all, I’m fallible and infeasible, Arguing over things, possibly mental, fear of numbers, I love anything anecdotal, Still working out the meaning of biopsychosocial, Calculations and maths, to me, are cryptical, Logic, commonsense, I often find chimerical. Seizures can sometimes make me feel extrinsical, Leaving me feeling depressed and inimicable, Things I did 78 years ago are now unfathomable. I’m not a part, essential, or even integral… An unmoving nomad, innate, incognoscible, When Happy Horis visits, I get incorrigible… If Depressing Duncan returns, then I feel terrible! It’s only with me that I get argumental, Obviously, we don’t need to go all aetiological, It’s a practicality to be commonsensical, Seek for the localised idiosyncratical, Things may not become clear or irenical, No need to search for the inexplicable, Don’t spend valuable time on the impenetrable. Remember, we are not powerful or juridical… If baffled, then make yourself a foxhole. Still don’t understand? That’s fantasmagorical, Still struggling, I’ll write you another oracle! – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
Another busy, confusing day for the old groat! Carer ‘Joe’ did two calls, and Carer Ejaz did the other two. Phone calls from Matron and Nurse June. Nurse Helen told me to make an appointment, as requested by the Doctor, to see her. I hope to get one for on Wednesday, then Carer ‘Joe’ can accompany me. Asked him to ring surgery tomorrow afternoon if he does the afternoon call tomorrow. Made a few cock-ups again. I believe it’s the arithmaphobia that caused most of them. Ejaz took some snaps for me today of the outdoors. He noticed I’d got the micro-shakes. Bless him. Carer ‘Joe’ & Ejaz both helped me out last and this week. And with all the action from the medical front, you wouldn’t believe how appreciative I feel. Fair enough, I’m still with it enough to feel embarrassed at not being able to do things for myself. As I pointed out earlier, I believe the issue with the battery delivery and the microwave meal delivery was due to dates, times, and numbers. But were they? I think so; I experienced three waves of panic over the last two days as I misread or misunderstood the most straightforward advice and instructional details. Arithmaphobia?
I’ve been meaning to look up Ménière’s disease, the condition the nurse mentioned.
But have I done it yet? No!
To date, I have confirmed some appointments.
The four-wheeled walker is expected to arrive on Friday. Followed by a BRCCS Technician to sort it out and point out handling and safety features.
In abeyance, waiting for confirmation of the visit to the doctor next Wednesday or a later Wednesday so I can go with Carer ‘Joe’, who is aware of my actions and can explain things to me as they are.
On the 15th May. Nickie to do a walker assessment.
On the 23rd, Physio from Manuel.
Awaiting appointment for the Glaucoma lasering.
I’ve missed it on my calendar, but Nurse Caroline is coming to conduct the Pre-Morbid Cognitive Impairment assessment. Alternatively, I need to go to Nuthall Hospital to have it done. But when?
Nurse June rang, but I can’t remember what it was about. Thanks to a seizure, things did not register. At least, I think that’s why. Just photos from here on with what I can recall of them. The earlier ones hold a more explicit memory.
My morning shot before going to the wet room.
Things went okay, I think. One cut shaving Medicating was easier this morning because I only had to do about half of them, and the intercom chimed out. Naturally, I went back into the wet room and continued dressing without medicating.
Carer Ejaz arrived. He barrier-creamed the ankles, which looked a little more likely to erupt into seeping from . Ejaz took some shots from the kitchen window for me. Bluey blotches on this one? Great shot, Ejaz! Nice one. Is that smoke I see?
Blogging. It took me hours and hours, and I was still nowhere near catching up. Huh!
Mystery afternoon, and I don’t know why?
Ejaz evening call shots were taken for me.
I prepared a mixture of food and placed it in a microwavable container. Later, when I decided to add some mini-roast potatoes, there would be no room in the dish. So, while the spuds were cooking in the oven, I transferred the mix to a larger dish to use in the microwave. In the mixture went a can of vegetable curry, a ready meal of beef in black bean sauce, garden peas, water chestnuts, carrots and some extra Bisto gravy. Lip-licking luxury!
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – Today, Three Nurses With one hearing aid battery being a no-go. Communicating and hearing was like an echo, 5 hours of visits, blogging went on a furlough, Lots not done. Showering I had to forego, One nurse checked me from head to toe! Nothing on underneath my Kimono,
She was kind enough not to laugh, though, BP was taken, all good, bar my temp a bit low, All asked questions, a mental inferno, Matron identified I’d now got impetigo, One entered an area where few do go! Appointments made to see a medico,
Arranged a visit from the Physio, Neurology & Mental, I like it, I know… Walker & wheelchair coming, out I can go! Feeling cared about is totally Whack-O! – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – WHAT A FLIPPING DAY AGAIN! A Quick rundown. With the few photos taken interspersed.
Before the mayhem started A six-rated night pouch.
Seconds after taking this snap, dizziness and a sudden loss of balance hit me. (No idea what brought it on) It was still with me when Carer Ejaz arrived. I tried to explain to him how I felt. I’m not sure if he understood me or if I comprehended what he was he was saying to me. He’s a likeable lad, though. He got the prescription medications issued. Then, he fitted my diabetic socks. Ejaz rated the pouch-urine a 6, and then he hoovered the carpet a bit. Ejaz came up with a logical idea as to why I felt so distant, maybe because I’d been having a nocturnal seizure before getting up. A clever idea that was from the lad. On leaving, as per usual, we swapped a bit of Nottinghamian language between us, both saying ‘Tara!’.
I got on the computer to start updating yesterday’s blog. It was a bit of a slog, as I still felt oddly disoriented and confused.
I’d forgotten or failed to remember (Hehe!) that the JS food order was arriving early today. (Fancy that!) Got the fridge stuff sorted. Then, the freezer Refilled the nibble boxes. And the drinkies Protection pads, kitchen towels, Bovril cubes, Maryland Vegan cookies, Kung Po sauce, a can of garden peas, and, to my delight, a loaf of my beloved Milk Roll sliced bread!
Putting the things away, I heard a clatter; something had fallen down between the cooker and cabinet. I couldn’t see what, or where, it had fallen. So, I took a photo with the flash on of the gap. It turned out to be the spyglass that I had tried to clean last week, which I had filled with a mixture of bleach and water. I utilised the picker-upperer to retrieve the magnifier. That spyglass is not having a lot of luck, is it? I’m not either, it had broken!
The sun came out strongly, and I hung the thin dressing gown up on the curtainless rail.Ten minutes later, I took a photo of this snap through the window. Looking suddenly bleak? Ten more minutes later. The sun broke through again.
THE INTERCOM RANG A nurse was on screen, and she shouted, “It’s the Nurse,” And the screen shut down. Thinking this may be a nurse calling about the seizures I’m having. I made my way out to the lift, as I’d never seen this nurse before. To greet her as she exits the lift and show her to the flat. Alway’s a gentleman. Hehe! I waited about half an hour. However, the nurse never made it to the flat.
I had another blast on the blog. I haven’t done much, and I had a feeling things weren’t going to!
Nurse Jane arrived from the… It’s a long name: The Community Rehabilitation, Falls, and Service for a Physiotherapy and Occupational Therapy Assessment Session. Questions and answers.
As she left, Matron Jackie Arrived. A deep question-and-answer session. I’ll cover both of the Angel, Mainly because I can’t remember which said what. I’ll use Angel to cover Matron Jackie or Nurse Jane, as I got confused about which one asked what and the advice given. Jane took my blood pressure, including systolic and diastolic readings, Pulse, and temperature, after reviewing the record list on my Excel sheet. I mentioned how they had been a lot better over the last two weeks.
Angel said she would ring the doctor and ask for me to be referred to a specialist about the seizures. (If indeed they are seizures). They will get me a four-wheeled walker and try to encourage me to walk more. Referred me to a physiotherapist.
The Angels asked me about the seizures and the nature of the falls I’ve had. I couldn’t answer many of the questions on this subject, but I did tell them that falls have caused these after-effects, or rather, I corrected myself that the after-effects have caused falls. Loss of balance and giddiness may occur at varying intervals after each seizure. The matron called ICC, ‘Intercity Care Company’, and asked if Carer ‘Joe’, whom I had praised to her, could ring her when he got the chance. Angel said she is going to see if extra hours can be found to get the Carers to tend to my ablution sessions. Hmm?
Carer ‘Joe’ did the evening call. I’ve still not done the ode yet!
Might have to make it a short one. But, as you may have noticed, I do get carried with them. Hehe!
He told me he’d rang Matron Jackie. Who told ‘Carer Joe’ that the wheelchair would arrive shortly?
I love it being cared for and about!🌼🧡
I set about cooking the beef and vegetable stew in the microwave. I had everything prepared earlier and put it in the fridge, ready to go.
UPDATE as of 16:40hrs Tomorrow, Wednesday!
So far behind again. A small price to pay for the Angels who tended to me. 💗
THE MEAL Beef and black bean ready-made meal, with a can of minced beef, flavoured with Marmite and Bisto.
I added a can of garden peas, some pickled water chestnuts and chickpeas from the fridge. Very Nice!
Put the TV on to watch Heartbeat and had an ice cream cornetto. As I drifted off during the adverts, the mobile chirped. A message telling me the Amazon battery order was 8 stops away from me. Needless to say, I’d forgotten all about it. Tsk!
I checked on the tracker and thought the red disc indicated that it was outside the flats. A semi-panic visited me. Amazon is infamous for leaving ordered goods downstairs in the ground-floor lobby to be stolen. So, I went down to have a look, but nothing was there. I dare not go out to look, as I had put on my slippers and Montsuki and forgotten to take the flat key with me, which has the fob on it, to get back inside the block of flats. I was nervous about leaving the lobby, thinking the delivery would arrive if I went back up to the flat. SAVIOUR OF THE PROBLEM! Carer Ejaz turned up. He waited for the van while I hobbled up to the flat to check in case Amazon had told me via email that it had been delivered. WOT A PLONKER, I AM! The tracker told me it was still eight drops away. Then I realised I’d looked at the red circle, which is where I live, a green one was where the van was! How I got that wrong really annoyed me! I went back down to Ejaz, who had kindly waited downstairs to collect the batteries, and then returned to the flat. Minutes later, Saviour Ejazz came in with the batteries. Now, I can retake photos and get the clock powered up in the morning. Ejaz put the night bag on the bed and removed my diabetic socks. I had to reheat the leftovers of the meal later. Gave me some requested Peptac. Then he gave me a body check-over, barrier creaming my bottom, man breasts all around, my belly and both ankles that he thought were looking worse than yesterday. Bless Him.
I finished of the rewarmed big bowl of fodder. I’d missed the Heartbeats again. However, I found a documentary about the 1940s and the war on a channel with subtitles. Carer ‘Joe’ made the last call. Another gem here. He tends to understand my problems, and we had a little chat, and off he poddled back to his other half.
I may have to curb my blogging soon, as I have two more appointments this week and three next week already. Physio, the Doctor. Rehabilitation is then followed by the Disabled checks. A 4-wheeled walker and wheelchair are arriving, one tomorrow. Someone to go through the hospital beds functions with me. I am awaiting confirmation of the Audio Clinic, Glaucoma, and Neurology appointments. As if it wasn’t hectic enough now! Hahaha!
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I’ve awaited the catheter bag job since Friday,
Carer ‘Joe’ did it yesterday, all nice and tidy,
I can now be called a Pfropfschizophrenie,
If this classification is given to me,
10 days wait, affected Little Inchie hurtfully,
And rear-end furuncle hurts excruciatingly,
Well, not really, there’s been no lachrymosity,
But unexpected signs of lugubriosity.
Mild depression and a hint of melancholy,
Depression Duncan & High Horis are legendary,
They rule my emotions alternatively,
Duncan’s visits seem to last an eternity…
High Horis’s calls are more synoptically…
Which is another thing that’s a pity,
Things to do hygienically, well, hyperbolically,
Just the furuncle to be doctored, ointmentedly,
Oh, I must not forget to medicate Little Inchie,
And give Gladys Glaucoma’s eyes a spray,
Then, empty my pouch of pee,
Then I might do a spot of gymnosophy,
Make food to satiate my gulosity…
Hello… Two visitors from the constabulary!
If not arrested, I’ll tell the story on Tuesday! – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – MY MENTAL CHANGES!
Pre-morbid cognitive Impairment: Refers to cognitive deficits present before the onset of a particular illness or disorder, such as a psychotic disorder or dementia. It’s essentially an estimate of a person’s cognitive functioning before any known or suspected brain damage or dysfunction. Measuring pre-morbid functioning is crucial for accurately assessing the impact of a disorder on cognitive abilities, as it provides a baseline for comparing and evaluating the disorder’s effects. Regarding my mental assessments, I’ve had a few; here is a list for your reference. 2015: Vascular Dementia 2017: Diabetic Dementia 2019:Mixed Dementia. 2022: Posterior Cortical Atrophy 2023: Cognitive Impairment And now… 2025:Pre-Morbid Cognitive Impairment I assume the nurse coming to ‘Do an assessment test’ may just be related to the latest Pre-Morbid version? – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – Gone 17:00hrs Already. Quickie from here on. I got carried away with the Ode again! Of course, the Whoopsie & first aiding slowed me down. – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
In short… Graded later by Carer Ejaz.
A sit-down visit first It only took me 20 minutes this morning. ROCK SOLID!
ABLUTIONINGS WHOOPSIEDANGLEPLOP 1:
Carer Ejaz did not mention the blood on my dressing gown and down my face and legs when he arrived. But midday Carer ‘Joe’ did five hours later. He wiped what he could and asked me how I managed to cut myself nine times. I had no answer. But we did have a bit of a laugh.
WHOOPSIEDANGLEPLOP 2:
Moving the catheter pouch to clean it, I let it slip, and the weight of the urine caused… what can I call it? Well, agony as it tugged on Little Inchie! The blood flowed. The applying and rubbing in was painful. Then again, it always is.
WHOOPSIEDANGLEPLOP 3: I was pressing on with the teeth, then shaving, and almost finished when the blood dripped onto my man breasts! Tried the Brut aftershave to stem the flow. It was a smidge futile.
WHOOPSIEDANGLEPLOP 4: After finishing the cleaning and addressing various areas that needed medicating, I started applying the fresh PPS. I got the shakes as I was using the picker-upperer to raise them, Clanger! As I grabbed the stick, the wobble began. The prongs went straight through the material, hitting poor little Inchie right on the end and the fungal lesion. Agony did not cover the situation this time.
More medication, more hurt, and more frustration.
WHOOPSIEDANGLEPLOP 5: Then the pains started from Harold’s Haemorrhoids as well as the base furuncle! I considered sobbing a little but didn’t bother.
As I came out of the wet room, I realised I’d been in there for an hour And a half as Carer Ejaz arrived. He did not notice the bleeding head, neck or blood down my leg. And I’d forgot all about it too. Haha!.. I nipped into the wet room again to wipe some blood off. Of course, it came back on later. Ejaz put the short diabetic socks on my legs. Then, he issued the prescription medications.
Photos taken, not many. The end car park shot, just as yesterday, proved that we required rain… PPPlease! I took this one through the kitchenette window. The shadows on the house were from the block of flats. The sun coming from behind. Well, there was no blood when I checked on the legs now, so the furuncle and fugal lesions must have stopped. Carer ‘Joe’ did the midday call. He wiped the semi-dried blood from… wait for it… the top of my head! I don’t shave the head; no need to. He also noticed that I had cut a facial mole on my cheek and an earlobe.
WHOOPSIEDANGLEPLOP 6:
I’d been on the computer toying with the Ode to try and get it something like I was hoping for. I took this photo of the calendar clock. I made a mug of Co-op 99 tea, I pressed on for another hour or more to finish it, but I wasn’t too happy with the result. I wished I’d left it as it was now. Made a mug of Glengettie tea Getting back to the computer, I noticed the time on the clock was 07:35hrs? I can’t have been. I was in the wet room, crippling myself at that time. Then, being the youthful, educated, logical, keen, alert, conscientious person that I am… I checked the clock, and it was still showing the same time. Quick as lightning, I realised that the battery must have run out. Nae, problemo! I knew I got some… somewhere in the flat. The drawer that I knew I’d put them in was in the kitchen. I rummaged through it. No luck!
I went through all the drawers and cupboards in the kitchenette. No luck! They had to be in the main computer, bed, junk room then! To my joy, I espied a box of batteries on the top shelf. They’ll do for me, I said to myself, a broad enveloped my face.
WHOOPSIEDANGLEPLOP 7: As I reached up to grab the pack at full stretch, it gave way. I ended up in a little ruffled heap, landing on the crisp and nibbles box. Learning later that, I’d burst open three bags of crisps and a pack of cheese biscuits and bent the umbrella which was nearby. On the bright side, I used the umbrella to get me to the c1966, £300 Oxfam charity shop-bought, wincingly grotty, beige-coloured, crumb-covered from my nocturnal nibblings, itch-making, uncomfortable, positively unhealthy, and dangerous, no longer operational, virus-breeding, easy-to-fall-out-of, Catheter-tube-trapping recliner, and use it get back up on my feet. I sat there a few moments, stemming the blood trickling down from my must been hit in the accifauxpas nose and into my mouth. What next?
Aargh!
A Seizure-Ridden afternoon.
Although the evening got rid of them altogether.
I don’t know why or what the reason is for this.
I added a Milk Roll sliced loaf to tomorrow’s order from Sainsbury’s. You never know; they might have some in stock.
Carer ‘Joe’ made calls, and Carer Ejaz did one too.
Early Evening shots Both were taken through the kitchen window.
Concentration Conrad was not interested in anything I did. This short Ode was done in the morning, and he was still playing me up.
WHOOPSIEDANGLEPLOP 8: As I was removing the hanging window dressing gown to block out the sun during the afternoon, I dropped the hanger. It fell partly into the large jug of water I keep handy on the ledge. I grabbed it too quickly and knocked the jug of water off the ledge; down it went, watering my dressing gown that I was wearing, my socks, slippers and spread over the kitchen floor! I believe that I may have cursed and swore! Yes! I’m pretty sure!
After the last Carer’s call into bed, I did crawl. WHOOPSIEDANGLEPLOP 9: I forgot to put the nocturnal catheter bag on. Did I mention Concentration Konrad? After the struggle to get out of bed and the nocturnal pouch attached to the day bag, it dawned on me that I’d taken the dressing gowns and put them in the laundry bag… but had not cleaned the mess in the kitchen up yet! WHOOPSIEDANGLEPLOP 10: I didn’t particularly fancy doing the mopping up with the four-pronged walking stick and the mop and bucket in tow. However, if I removed the nocturnal bag to do the mopping, I would have to reconnect the tube afterwards. And the night pouches are famous in Inchy’s world for leaking if one connects, takes them off, and then puts them back on again. So, I got the four-pronged walking stick and the mop and bucket in tow and got the cleaning up done. I felt well-drained after that, and for a moment on the £300 second-hand shop-bought, c1966, moth-eaten, bedraggled, grotty, cringingly beige-coloured, much-dilapidated, crumb-containing from my nocturnal nibblings, bug-ridden, itch-inspiring, not-working recliner, I sat. Zzzz! – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – Morning, All! – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – PART 1,102¼ – – – – As my past mistakes are unretrievable, Bad memory; some things unrepeatable, My love of Odeing is restrainable, Even if they do turn out unreadable… My ailments: all are irremovable, Humankind’s future: unimaginable, Might it include something ufological? Or unecological, unethical, likely political, HMG’s gone abnormal, celestial, paranormal, Living costs rising, workers panhandle, Wars raging, oligarchs, behooveful, Our PM, a greedy parasitic, barnacle, Ministers are only self-beneficential. Labour used to be social, democratical, Now they are Tories and demagogical! Degenerate, corrupt, decadent, & cruel, Their guilty deeds, open to construal, Their faults are blatant, not circumstantial, Keir is a blatant liar and criminal, Misleading, deceptive, and casuistical, Starmer is bifacial, if not trifacial… His answers are quodlibetical… His plans and actions are often quixotical, His excuses for his lies are tarradiddle, His plans either turn out theoretical, Not that his MPs want to quarrel, Quizzing Herr Starmer? Unthinkable! He claims each morning, he eats eggs and quail… Personally, I think he should go on trial, It’s not that I want to moan or quibble, But, for his actions & lies, he should be in jail, With his history, he’d be good, juristical, I suppose I’m sounding a little judgemental? I think he’s plainly, justifiably, jailable! Seriously, I’m not joking or being facetious! I’d send him a daffodil or Jonquil, Awaiting the return of The Jackal! Obviously, politicians must be intrapreneurial, Muslim, Christian, Jew or infidel, Locking the git up would not be ideal, No one else can lead the party, I feel, Well, whoever, like him, would be funeral, Parliament would turn phantasmagorical, No change there, it’s always been farcical, With the backhand takers, all fissilingual, With their deceit, drivel and folderol! I’d miss Herr Starmer’s verbal flummadiddle, I don’t want to overdo it, make it dramatical, Or make this Ode complicated or daedal, I hope you find humour in this doggerel, If not, blame my being demential…
That should keep me out of trouble! – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – THE DAY OF THE SEIZURES Sorry, but this Sunday was a frigging-frustrating, seizure-ridden day, with nothing getting done. Well, nothing getting finished, anyway. On the plus side, she hasn’t been so kind to me for weeks. She didn’t kick off the first attack until 15:15 hours. Great! But Sadra’s more than covered for her. These are the ones where I can do nothing for a few minutes after I get back to reality. A Carer came when I was out of it and told me I was open-eyed and muttering things incoherently. She was really worried. Luckily, I was soon back to my semi-senses and explained to her about what it was. It was her first visit as well. Ejaz did the first call. And I remembered that on Friday, no one had changed my catheter bag. Ejaz, not having his bike, was on the bus, and on a Sunday, they are a rare sight. He did not have time to do the catheter today. He told me to ask the next Carer to do it. Ajaz issued the medications. Got the diabetic socks fitted, then checked the taps, fridge, freezer and cooker were not left open or on. Then, new to me, Carer Yasmin arrived, unsure of what needed to be done. I showed her the cooker, freezer, taps and taps that need checking every call. She also did not have time to change the catheter day pouch paraphernalia. She gave me two paracetamols and a gulp of Peptac that I had asked for. She also said to ask the next Carer to sort out the catheter contraption. I’ve already requested two without any luck. Third time lucky, I hope. I’ve not been in so much pain with the tubing for many weeks, possibly months. Still, I’m hoping the Carer due in approximately three hours might be able to do it. Few photos today, dozens and dozens of mini-seizures. Although they seem to be getting less often as I type this – Huh! I shouldn’t have said that!
I may have to ask the next caller to also put the ankle strap on, as it is playing up for the first time in many months. And they will not like that. The instructions are tiny, and the procedure, if I recall correctly, is so complicated and confusing. Still, the flaring might go down before they arrive. If they are short of time as well, it’s best to get the catheter done. That is more painful for me at the moment. Saturday and Sunday, I forgot to ask them. Tsk! No, I didn’t; I did ask Ejaz, but he didn’t have time either on Saturday.Limited bus service again. When others arrived, I was in a seizure, Ann Gyna was bothering me, or I just forgot. Now it’s beginning to hurt; I can remember to better. When it came to it, it didn’t matter. I had lost the ankle straps again. Huh!
A few snaps were taken between seizures.
First kitchen shot. Love them clouds!
Spring beginning to green the flora!
The gravel path up Woodthorpe Park.
A later shot from the balcony of the end car park. We’ve not had much rain lately. This is the first photo I’ve taken for at least six months without a mudslide showing on it! What happened to April Showers?
The sun coming down.
Washed some socks
Welcoming home his servant Doug. I swear we can read Andy’s thoughts through his expressions. He’s ‘getting on’ a bit now, not that he shows it, Bless him. Coping well with his medical treatments, as is servant Doug. Both heroes!
I’m feeling extra tired, earlier than usual today. An early nosh was sorted out cause I want to watch highlights of the Forest v Man City game on the TV.
Bacon in cheesy-topped bread rolls is a simple meal to cook, but you wouldn’t think the time it took to cook the bacon was far less than what it took me to try to clean the oven dish. In fact, I gave up and threw the tray away in the end! Oh, I nearly forgot to add the pictures... I dipped them in a BBQ sauce dip.
Carer ‘Joe’ did the last call. I remembered the day the catheter bag was supposed to be changed, according to Friday’s weekly schedule. After three ‘haven’t got the time to do it, ask the following Carer responses. Carer ‘Joe’ had not done one before, but between us, a good job was made of the task.
I’ve no desire to mention the Man City v Forest result. But it did reflect the difference and was a fair result.
