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I went to sort out the waste bins and took these two shots from the kitchenette window. The top one shows the shadow of the block of flats as the sun rose from the left. The bottom one is taken to the left and higher up. This shows what, to me, are incredible cloud formations. I spotted some figures in the clouds. The human face is high on the left with his big nose, and he points his finger to the right? Also, a long-beaked bird. Can you see any?
I was about to turn on the kettle when the intercom chime chimed out. It was the J Sainsbury order. I’ve already made an order for food from Asda for next week. Huh! Read on. Got the goods in boxes, and the catheter needed gallons of water in the hallway. Carried the boxes into the kitchen and unloaded them to put away, taking some snaps as I did so.
The first box I emptied out contained Milk Roll Bread, Cornish pasties, lamb patties, and Lemon yoghourts. Oh, and a free can of Coke! The second box, which I emptied, contained Luxurious Limoncello desserts, beef slices, tomatoes, Bartlett potatoes, soft Flora spread, and bleach. Then, I tackled the third one of the boxes. Energy drinks were not for me; they are on my ‘Forbidden Foods List’, along with so many other foods: Cranberries, pineapple, grapefruit. Barred foods: broccoli, spinach, kale, collard greens, cauliflower, sprouts, asparagus, cabbage, lettuce, chard, mustard greens, turnip greens, parsley, chickpeas, liver, egg yolks, mature cheese, blue cheese, avocado, beef liver, green tea, and Alcohol. St. John’s wort. Tuna fish in oil, as well as peanuts and peas, might cause problems. Certain vegetable oils have high amounts of vitamin K. Foods that are low in vitamin K include roots, bulbs, tubers, & some fruits.
The type of clotting factor that Warfarin interferes with is called the vitamin K-dependent clotting factor. Warfarin works by decreasing the amount of vitamin K in your body. Without enough vitamin K to use, the vitamin K-dependent clotting factor can’t help your blood to clot like it should.
Avoid: Antibiotics ciprofloxacin or fluconazole. Seizure drugs, Ibuprofen, Fluoxetine, Aspirin, Clopidogrel, Hepain, Gingko Biloba, garlic, Co-enzyme Q10, TIPS:
Some serious side effects of warfarin can include excessive bleeding from wounds and death of skin tissue. This is caused by small blood clots blocking oxygen flow to your skin. Toe pain can be a symptom of skin death.
Pain, swelling, and redness in your legs. Difficulty breathing, Chest pain, Trouble moving your limbs, Trouble seeing, walking, or speaking.(Well, I’ve all of them!)
Check your toes often, especially if you feel discomfort, and contact your doctor as soon as possible if you experience pain. Hahaha! If? Hehehe!
I lost the plot there, sorry!
I finished making the waste bags and putting them near the flat’s door, then returned to the computer to ensure that things would work. I hope!
Within minutes, the intercom buzzed again. I thought the Asda driver had forgotten something, or maybe the Social Lady was visiting… I hoped! But it was neither. It was the Asda order for next week that had arrived! WHAT A PLONKER! I’ve done it again—I ordered two food deliveries in the same week, and even worse, I ordered them for the same day and time! Depression Derek Dawned!
The driver put the goods into boxes and bags for me. He had to shoot off; he was miles behind with his schedule of deliveries. Poor chap. He left the boxes in the hallway for me. And I sorted them out in the kitchenette – with a definite feeling of de-ja-vu! Marmite cheese, beef slices, lemon fool, and lemon curd desserts are on view. Three ready-made meals, Cumberland pie, Shepherds pie and a Lamb Hot Pot. A BBQ pork pie, a reasonable price that, a third off the regular price! Lamb pattie, and half-price imitation chicken, cooked chicken pieces. Getting them into the already full fridge was a work of art. As you can see from the photo on the left, I took a picture of the fridge’s contents. I hope I can read the sell-by dates without dropping something as I manoeuvre them around to read them. Two Carers had been by the time I started this blog well into the afternoon.
I had already used Ccleaner twice and dared not use it again when a Memory-Shortage warning appeared on the screen. This depressed me more than it had before, and I gave up on the computer and made a meal. I took a terrible photo of it. Nice though! I walked into the doorframe as I took the things to wash in the kitchen. Then, 2 I dropped the plastic plate, and it cracked. Instant fatigue and brain fog came on as I sat down in the c1966, £300 pound, second-hand charity-shop-bought, crumb-containing, odour-retaining, Harold’s Haemorrhoid-testing, nauseatingly beige-coloured, non-working, virus-breeding recliner, to watch some TV. I felt sure I was going to drift off into a deep sleep. But, No! I sat there, unaware of anything I was doing, and going off into… I don’t know the word for this. I was going into deep thoughts of the past and imagining the future. It was weird, and I knew it was, but I went along with it, hoping that sleep would arrive. But Sweet Morpheus didn’t come, despite my seemingly feeling even more tired and in need of it. After an hour or so, Carer Chris arrived. I did not move from the recliner for his visit, and I don’t know what we discussed.
I continued with the long-gone and future thoughts. Occasionally, while trying to watch TV, I had several quick nod-offs, but not many.
I assumed another hour had gone when Chris arrived for his last call, five hours later!
I recall him saying, “You’ve not moved out of this chair since my last visit, have you?” I agreed, asking him how he knew.
“Your legs are in the same position on the chair as when I left you!” I still have not moved from the recliner. He took off my socks as I lay there with my feet up on the chair.
After Chris departed, I thought I’d better get up and do something, despite having a sleepless five or six hours doing sod-all apart from having fears of the past and fantasies for the future… I then swiftly fell asleep. I woke up with a jump, thinking I’d only just nodded off, only to find it was 06:00 hrs in the morning. I made notes to remind myself of events and rose up to remove the catheter pouch. After that long stay in one position, Cartilage Chloe pained me like never before! Chloe gave way, and I collapsed to the floor.
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– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – Good Morning. 7 hours in bed, possibly 4 hours of sleep. was the main culprit. I’m posting a shorter version today, although it was busy. Very little was on the reminder notepad, which was rampant throughout the day. I’m using photos as reminders. But no doubt, the news will be chronologically out of sync. And details may be a bit unreliable. So, I’ll leave out anything I am not sure of. Or mention the uncertainty.
Missed the night pouch; I had this on the SD card.
Morning Views.
The urine was flowing well.
Later cloud photos. From the kitchen.
Massive seizures, mind-blanks, and ‘Out-of-its’. I had to look up the names on the log-in book of the caregivers who called until I came around about 17:00 hrs. Things stayed in my mind a lot easier after this. It was when Carer Chris arrived for the teatime visit. He knew somehow that I’d had a problem, as he said I was stuttering and stammering when he first arrived, then returned to my usual self. Very perceptive, lad.
Medications were issued, and he made sure I took them. Feeling a lot easier now. I decided not to watch ‘Heartbeat’ but to get a good shave and shower session. Boy, what a change this time. Showering, shaving, medicating bodily areas in need, and shi… using the Porcelain Throne, then getting the PPs on has taken a minimum of 2 hours, one day 3! for the last ten visits, I think. Yet today, including the messy visit and cleaning up, I was out in… wait for it… one hour & 20 minutes! Super-great! But the quality of the shave left a lot to be desired. As I was drying off, I felt a load of stubble on the neck that I’d missed and found a few nicks that needed the application of the Brut aftershave to stop them from bleeding.
Carer Chris came for the last call. He removed the diabetic socks and his medications. We had a little natter, but I’m unsure what it was about.
When Cgris had gone, I got a second wind from Gawd, who knows where, and I titivated the kitchenette floor with the fancy speed mop. I then realised I had not put on the alert wristbands. Thinking I must have left them in the wet room, I returned to collect them but couldn’t find them. I searched the cabinet in the main room. I even checked the waste bin to see if I’d dropped them in there, but no luck. I felt like a proper fool as I turned around and found them on top of the £300 second-hand shop-purchased, c1966, welt-causing, uncomfortable, not-working, itch-inspirational, crumb-containing recliner. In plain view all the time! Then I made a quick meal. Potato cakes and bacon. Eaten in Milk Roll bread and dunked into the BBQ tomato sauce. Lovely. But the cakes were undercooked a smidge. – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – TTFNski!
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The motion of the evacuation was much slower than I’d anticipated; however, there was no boredom, counting cracks in the ceiling or crosswording this morning.
After a night without, as far as I recall, any electric shocks up the leg from the ankle lesion, the moment I tried to urge the motion to start sent a couple of disorientating streaks of lighting up the leg. I’ve never suffered two in a row before. She carried on throughout the day, giving me the odd one now and then, but no more doubles. That double was really painful!
Then, the motion splurted out. was back in full control, no doubt about it. However, the Kharki colour that he had favoured for a fortnight now was again on show. It was straw-like in appearance. I checked the time and decided I could get the ablutions done before a Carer was due. So I did… ABLUTIONALISATIONINGS
Teeth cleaning and shaving are the first jobs. Careful as I was, the gums bled. Just two little nicks shaving, But at one stage, I had give me another single-strike visit. This caused , to give way.
Luckily, I was rinsing and not shaving at the time.
I was fortunate there.
The Showering Session went well, too. The lower region cleaning was a smidge painful, though, with all the dried blood from Little Inchies Fungal Lesion and the tugging of the Catheter tube. Next, to the various medicating duties. I olive-oiled the earholes. Then Phorpain gelled Cartilages Carole and Chloe. Then Arthur Itis’s patella to the front of both legs. Got Acne on the head and eczema on the belly and chest creamed. Red Rash ointment under the man-breasts and down bellow. I can’t reach to get the ingrowing toenails done or get my Diabetic socks on; I’ll ask the Carer later. Sprayed over the toothache. Nasal sprayed the nostrils.
I’m always left with the feeling that I’ve missed something after abluting, and the medicationings are done, or not done.
On to the blogging.
Took this snap from the computer desk through the balcony, Well, this may sound ridiculous, but it is, I suppose. But it was as if I’d blinked, and four hours had disappeared.
I found that I’d finished yesterday’s blog and posted it of, and was currently working updating on today’s old ode.
Realising this, I checked the other rooms for taps or anything left on. The oven had been put on, but it was on low heat. Has it been like that all night and day? I don’t think so; the top of the cooker was not that hot, so I assume I did it not long ago.
Then, I had to check to see if I’d made any errors on Thursday’s blog. Yet I felt alright in myself. Apart from the usual confusion about what else I’d been up to.
Carer Jonee arrived. She’s an upbeat, straight-as-it-is kind of gal. I like her. I’ll not mention that she has similar problems to me, but she understands things that others don’t or can’t. Bless her. I carried on with starting this blog.
BEAUTIFUL CLOUDS
Photo Number One: I see a face/head of a beast and one of a human.
Photo 2: I see a cupid, two distinct faces; one is human, the other might be.
Three faces and bodies of a weasel-like nature.
Photo 3: An angel of sorts. A cat’s face in the right cloud. Maybe the outline of a pig is in this one. I looked once and saw it, searched for more, and can’t find it! Photo 4. A face with an elongated head. Left, a partial face. All the pictures remind me of icebergs.
I was about to make up some more cartoons, and…CALAMITY! CorelDraw stopped responding altogether! I could not close anything or open anything! No response to the keyboard on anything at all! The Task Manager thingamagig came up. All beyond me and depression dawned. I considered crying after my initial swearing. So, I left it for an hour, then turned everything off. It let me close the computer, well no… I clicked on Restart. When it came back on, CorelDraw loaded and worked? But not saving the work I’d done meant a lot of lost time before it loaded the working screen. But it did! I reopened Word, which had the Ode partly done on it, that was auto-saved for me, My concerns were quadriad, Enough I have nearly had, I feel a bit of a dingwad, Dad would say, Young-fellow-Milad… Life’s not all good, there’ll be bad, Earn your wages, pay your way… Be prepared to die one day, Cause no sod cares, do they? Some of the things that he did say! Hahaha! Thanks, Dad!
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The Iceland Man Cameth. Popped the bags in the doorway for me. I took them one at a time into the kitchen. Topped up with drinkies to keep the bladder and catheter happy. And some treats for myself.
arrived. Sniffing at the bag with Joanne’s treats in for offering to wash my nightshirt thingies for me. After explaining that the cotton they are made of should not go in the tumble dryer, that’s why they have shrunk so much. And I was thinking I was piling on the weight. Hehehe! Chris sorted the medications, and will be doing the last call of the day later. So, I must now get something to eat before he arrives, or maybe leave it until after he’s been & gone. Decisions, decisions… not my scene at all nowadays! No, no, I’ll make it afterwards because I still have to read the WP Reader. I’ll go on the reader now. Some great blogs on tonight.
Turning off now, the need for food, you know. Hehe!
I bought some vegetarian sausages and some chips (fries) today. They were pale-looking and unattractive to me at first, but with salt and vinegar added, they were decent enough and not too hard on the teeth. I also bought a few potato waffles and halved tomatoes. Two wholemeal rolls and a pot of mandarins in jelly to follow. I gave Carer Chris the other two rolls with his other self-selected nibbles and drinkies. I took this shot of the sunset from the kitchen window. Then I did the washing up and eventually worked out how to play back the recorded Heartbeat episodes. I started watching Series 8, number eight and fell asleep. I woke up what I thought was a few minutes later and found I was watching Series 8, episode 15. I couldn’t believe it. I must have changed summat without remembering because, according to the recording, I’d watched 7 one-hour episodes, which meant it should now be about 05:00hrs. But it was 02:00hrs. I’m sorry I wrote this now; I’ve just confused myself more. An easy thing to do, though. – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
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However, this improvement was countered by a lack of concentration, more seizures than ever before in any one day, and memory blanks. (Although telling the difference between the two can be a bit hit and miss) A total lack of any reminder notes on the pad. Did I make and lose them, or did I not bother to make them or lose them?
The memory from the morning’s affairs is more robust than anything after noon. It is very vague, but of course, that is when the seizures began. Having so many, I did notice that after each one, I felt so tired, but this did not last long. Anyway, I always feel fatigued in the afternoon nowadays. It’s all a part of growing old, but I’m not complaining about what’s happening to me. It’s all a part of life and death. Some poor devils don’t get the chance to live very long. Murdered, cancer, malnutrition, at war through no fault of their own… etc. I hope Parbreak Putin reads this!
I didn’t start this blog until morning, although I did some graphics and prepping. Thankfully. Tsk! – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
I was so tired when I woke up. But it had been a horrible night of ever-bursting-awakes. But I soon got back into the land of nod. Not for long, mind you. I detached the nocturnal catheter pouch and took this photo through the balcony doors as I opened the curtains. Why does it please me to look at the clouds? I have no idea.
I got on the computer. I struggled to get the photos onto CorelDraw and got myself in a muddle (fancy that!) I was getting a little wound up with my inabilities. It took me hours to get a few photos on and edited. At times, the computer did not recognise the SD input. My language was somewhat fluid for an hour of three until after I checked and pressed in all the USB connections at the back of the computer, and it started to respond. Minutes later, I was summoned by the indicative grumblings, then grumblings from the innards, to go to the . As usual for the last two weeks, Trotsky Terence was in control again.
arrived. He put the diabetic socks on my legs and issued the medications. I’m glad to say that the prescriptions have, albeit belatedly, arrived. Chris was departing with his lamb patties, nibbles, and a drink. Hehehe! The J.Sainsbury’s delivery arrived.
He earned his treats by helping me get the food into bags and the kitchen. What a feast of food! Lacto-free milk, Leicester cheese, sauces, tomatoes, lemon desserts, and more. Christopher, of course, saw the things for treating Carers and Nurses, the pot noodles, biscuits, and cream cakes. (He took one for the carers ‘ restroom, Hehe!) I put the things away in cupboards, drawers, shelves, the fridge, the freezer, the junk room, etc. Hahaha!
She came for the midday session. She was in a rush, so she explained that she would not be doing the financial help this week and thought they might send someone else, but wasn’t sure.
Not that they can deal with the bank. Not that it’ll matter if they don’t send nobody, will it.
Getting the food into the fridge was no problem this week. The photo of the freezer contents shows it is overfilled a little. The orange packet in the bottom drawer—no, middle drawer—is the giant pack of McCain Naked Chips. I’m using them up; I’ve had them for two days now. But they’re not very pleasant for my taste buds. They were absolutely tasteless! They’d be inedible without the load of vinegar I put on them. They were barely that, even with the vinegar. Sound tasty chip (Fries) lovers beware! In fact, I think I’ll throw them away! (Done!)
I ordered the Low Price (Cheapo short dated) Foods.
I enjoyed (Not really!) the first seizure of the day. At least an hour. I was just sitting at the computer, and nothing was happening. The computer had gone into a sleep mode of its own accord. A Caregiver arrived, which brought me back to reality, and that’s as much as I can remember. I can’t recall sending the order, but when I restarted the computer, I found it had been sent. No recollection of taking this photo above, either.
I straightened the bedding on the bed. (Well, that’s where it is, Haha!) And took some waste bags to the doorway.
I sat on the bed, intending to try and get it back into a sleepable, comfortable position after the nurse had changed everything on Monday to make it easier for her to insert the catheter tubing. I’d got the control thingamabob from the fall bar and went off into yet another sleep, or . I can’t be sure for how long this lasted. I was in what I thought was the exact position with the controller in my hand. No, with the controller on the floor, my hand was still on the folds of stomach fat.
I abandoned the plan to change the bed position as I had to revisit the Porcelain Throne. There had been a bit of bleeding from Inchies Fungal Lesion, which needed cleaning and ointmentating with the Daktacort ointment medication. Then, the almost excellent seizure of the day. I think I recall sitting on the WC, having the picker-upperer and fresh Tena PPs to hand, intending to get them over and above my feet… , coming round and back to the misery of life and wakefulness, with the PPs on one foot, the right one, always the easiest to start with, due to being more painful lately, especially when bending or lifting the leg. How did I get the PPs over the feet and both legs without memory of doing so? It was a long out-of-it period cause Carer Chris arrived; I think it was him, anyway.
arrived. I can recall this. Because Kara said she was not doing the finance checks and balances this week (tomorrow). She was unsure if anyone else was to do it in her place. (No one came). So, the Electricity meter problem is still in abeyance. The Norton problem remains untackled. And the mystery emails await help. However, although she was rushing, she found time to complete the short survey on the revised Menu Of Involvement. She’s so good at it, and quick, she answered all the questions and sent it off. I’ve not got the slightest idea of the questions asked or the answers selected. Her fingers moved like lighting. She picked and filled in every option. With my eyesight, I couldn’t keep up. Hahaha!
Thanks, Kara.
I returned to the computer no sooner, yet another blank hit me. (Thankfully, the last one of the day!) I bounced back, no indication of how long it lasted, but I sensed it had been a mini-effort. No idea why, though).
I began to feel a smidge perkier when I was making the meal. It possibly has something to do with me being an overweight gannet. Hehe! Although I gave this a 6.2/10, most of it went to the vegetarian sausages and garden peas. The McCain Naked Chips were the worst frozen ones I’ve ever tasted. I say tasted, but taste is the one thing they lacked! Eurgh!
A horrible day of ups & downs. Although the ups were enjoyed. I was doomed to have more downs. Along with my having to put the right leg up every four hours. And now suffer increased pain when I return to my feet after each rest session. I’m hoping the District nurse will return today. The compression bandage has slipped down, returning to the constant, almost stabbing-like
pains whenever the flipping fluid flows out.
Which this morning, is getting oftener.
On two leg-up occurrences, up to now, I’ve
nodded off and lost even more time for to blog
and photographicalisationings.
Still, there are plenty of folk worse off than I.
Eerie morning view of the kitchen from the doorway.
Yet another not-so-good picture taken from the kitchenette window. Lots of lights on for 04:40hrs?
Made up a waste bag. (Exciting this innit? Hehe!)
Then, within about an hour, I had to utilise the wet room and , no less than 3-times! All were under the control of . But were different in about everything. Texture, pong etc… . Then… Then… A good variety today?
Toes & legs improvement… well at least I got the one remaining slipper on. Then changed my mind when I smelt the ping of urine floating up into my nostrils. So I dished both slippers, along with the three bags of waste, down the chute.
By the time that arrived, I’d been on the computer for about an hour and had just suffered…
Blogged away after he’d gone, for about half an hour… .
returned, and I utilised the , and took his Health Checks. Looking fine fettle, the lad is!
Then a major unanticipated kip of the day! I had to give the leg a rest up on the chair. So, I got into the c1966, £300 charity shop bought, second-hand, wincingly grotty, beige coloured, not working, crumb-covered from the nocturnal nibblings, itch-making, uncomfortable, virus-breeding, easy-to-fall-out-of, recliner, to get some respite from the leg wounds. I had a look at the Freeview schedule and expected that an episode of ‘Pie in the Sky’ was on for an hour. Well, I thought, that’ll do me, nicely for one of the four hours of leg-up time. Zzz! Nodded off at the first set of adverts, and woke up about five hours later!
Stirred, caught my balance and onto my feet, emptied the . Then I added some Christmas giveaway drinkies, and some AA batteries to the Asda order for next week.
I got some of the cheapo Asda Essential chips from the freezer, and I got them into the oven. Finished on the computer, I’d not even started this blog until the morning. They looked nice when I got them in the dish and served up. They were the most disgusting, flavourless chips I’ve had in my life. And believe me, I must have had many thousands of them over the years. Urgh! The soy pads were the same… the tomatoes were fine as were the garden peas… as for the strawberry dessert, which got knocked on the floor, and I crushed it with as I got up to retrieve it, and the jam squirted out, over my slipper and the carpet. Not the most successful mealtime I’ve had!
But worse was to follow! I was about to wash the pots and had to visit the wet room, for yet another visit. Amazing! Just wind emitted?With the state of my innards and bladder, amazing is not the right word, is it?
As I took this photo of my feet and legs, I got a whiff of urine strongly? On investigation, I realised that the open-close valve on the day bag was indeed in the open position again! The left foot squelched as I took a step! The last of the slippers was laid to rest (disinfected, wrapped up well, and thrown in the waste bag) amidst a silent chant from me, filled with F-words and various others of a derogatory & cursing nature. I think I may have spat in the WC as well… if I didn’t, I should have! I did get an odd moment of satisfaction as I lobbed it down the waste chute, and with a short funeral soliloquy… of five words. I then returned hobblingly, due to pain from to the flat… back to clean up the mess in the wet room, and then spat in the WC! What can go wrong next, I asked myself… I’ll tell you! With all the hobbling I’d done, was now bleeding. So, I cleaned that up, got the cream on him, and had to change the PPs. Got the old ones off without any bother. With the assistance of , I got the fresh ones on with almost ease. Great! for a second… You can laugh at this series of s. I know I did. What fun they were, they had me in tucks! Especially the last one, coming up now… gave way instantly the moment I put my leg down. Naturally, the leg crumpled and being as I’d got at that time, , and with no stick, stick within grabbing range all day! It was hilarious!As the valve flipped open when the fragile hit the deck, with all the mass weight of my cumbersomely heavy body weight and the currently bloated, by compression bandages landed on top of the pouch. Hahaha! Cleaning things up was a pleasure, which I carried out while singing to myself, smiling and then whistling. It took me 40 minutes to do. Then a dreadful, scary, shocking, blood-curdling thought entered my head… Had I left the taps (faucets) running in the kitchen when starting to do the pots, before having to abandon things to use the , and got distracted by all the , and farcicalness, from when I was washing up the pots?
The new eye drops procedure is going to be interesting, challenging, and frustrating. What with me now taking over two hours to get the ablutions done. Difficulty in judging the 5 minutes- wait between first drops going in the eye. I suggested getting the drops in first, then, using the five minutes before putting in the second, and getting the medications given
Again, and again, it was horrendous! With so little sleep over the last two nights, my fatigue came on so early. New pains coming from my stomach were irritating in my worn-out condition. Carer Chris said I must call my doctor. Who by then was closed. The day started so well, too. Although the mini-shakes, I assume courtesy of my old friend and ailment . was a worry all day as well. Either no urine coming out, or a flood, then back to nowt! And, I had to keep wiping the on both legs and the ankle of the left one. The legs changed so quickly from waterfilled to skinny, and so often, it was unbelievable! So very little computing got done. Sorry about the rushing, but I’ll do it in shorthand, so to speak, in hopes of getting some sleep. Oh, that almost rhymed!.
What bit of urine got into the night bag, was a definite 7 on the Richter scale. I mean the NHS card.
My legs not looking too bad at this time.
Of to the wet room for the , oh. and the . Getting the water was almost crippling. was really getting at me. I took two extra painkillers later. The cold water tap was still not working in the wet room. And yet again, I forgot to clean my teeth in the kitchen. The only decentish photo of the little & large legs. All done.
Liberty-Global Internet was off and on all day. It’ll save time and not mention the crude, ignorant profit-seeking, shadowy, sortilege-spouting, figure-distorting sorcery, ensorcellment-ensuring, con artist of a sham company.
Got in a bit of a state when I started getting tired. The , , and repeated eye drops confusion was baffling me now.
Medical Photo Record
Water Papules leaking
Catheter problems kept returning on & off. Concentration shot to pieces now.
Twixt my man-breasts and bulging urine filled-stomach.
Carer Chris called three times and a new gal once. were scary.
Oh, I misspelt double there, Tsk!
Back in the morning, I hope!
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The feet and legs seem to be changing several times a day? The left leg is thick, and the right one’s skinny now.
Got the nosh prepared. It looked grand! Surely, thought I. A safe bet, just tomatoes with basil. But, No! Not so! Not tasteless, but the flavour was reminiscent of medications and drugs I took after the heart operation? Mayhap the new eye drops causing this? If so, I’ve got two months of nasty-tasting meals ahead of me!
Washed the pots and took this snap. Carer Chris called, eye drops were done, medications were given, and Phorpain gelled my back for me.
After four hours, two hours and a three-hour night of sleep, surely tonight must get me caught up. I shall be settling into the c1966. charity shop bought, second-hand, wincingly grotty, beige coloured, not working, crumb-covered from the nocturnal nibblings, itch-making, uncomfortable, virus breeding, easy-to-fall-out-of, recliner earlier this time. Hoping for some kind attention from Sweet Morpheus.
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£958 has gone from my bank account. Despite Kara, and Carolynne, trying to get me back onto the online account and arrange paper statements, things remain the same. Chris went with me bank meeting and did most of the talking for me, but still no progress.
Then the eye drop medications arrived, but I don’t know if they should both go in on the same day for 8 weeks or one of 4, then the other for 4 weeks? I tried to contact the Surgery, but it was multiple choice options, and I never got through to a human. This morning’s carer said she’d try to help, but it will take time. I am a little nervous about what to do about this. If anyone has the time, I’ll ask if they can call the EENT for me, so I can relax the tension I’m feeling about it, Puddled seems a suitable word to use.
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I got a good three hours sleep in. Waking without any jumps or jerks around 07:00hrs. Took off the night pouch, and needed the Porcelain Throne almost straight away. So, off to the wet room. Not so messy this morning; also, Back-Pain Brenda didn’t play up so much as I hauled the water to the waited 3-months-for NCH maintenance crew to get the water tank filling and the cold water tap to run again, for me. I thought I take snaps of the ankle and feet. Although the first one on the right here was interfered with because they were in a bit of a mess again this morning. Shaking Shaun and Shuddering Shoulder Shirley were competing for the title of worst current ailment. Hehehe! Took another one. They didn’t look too bad in the photograph; it could be my eyes were playing me up. They are definitely worse than last week. Tried to get a close-up when I got back in the main room. They still looked calmer on the picture and screen than direct from my eyes. I also noticed how cold the bottom of the feet was… they’ll be a reason for this, mark my words. No idea what!
Got the waste bags sorted, and a new one started in the kitchenette. I got onto the computer to get the snaps uploaded and doctored if needed. Then made a start on finishing the Wednesday blog off. As I began, chimed out, and Carer Richard came in. Had a bit of a mind-blank here. I remember greeting him, vaguely talking about the new eye drops, and saying cheerio to the lad, but in between was and is a mystery. Getting a lot of these lately. Why, I ask? No answer, of course, nobody else here. Well, fancy that, and pickled walnuts for supper… WHAT A SURPRISE! ? The right eye was beginning to itch a lot, as it did yesterday, but there were the odd few minutes when it stopped, but it always started again. The wee-weeing from the catheter was not very strong, so I upped drinking the soda water to encourage it a bit.
I went for the daily mug of tea while waiting for the oligarchical $26 million a year salaried Mike Fries company of number-crunchers to try to get the signal back on their pathetically run company they spent billions of $’s buying, only to destroy its reputation… there has to be some ulterior motive in this, which I don’t know. But rest assured, it will be financially advantageous, if dubious.
Carer Kara arrived. She was in a hurry but gave me a minute to explain about the worry over the eye drops, bless her. Said she’d try to get something sorted, but it takes a long time; thank you, Kara. ♥
, I got a text message from the bank. There has been over £900 taken to pay for something. This worries me a lot. Was it the electricity bill?
Window cleaner Joe arrived next. Done in no time, gave him my last tenner.
And then, as I was hobbling to get another bottle of water…! As ! I crawled back into the other room to use the c1966. charity shop bought, second-hand, wincingly grotty, beige coloured, not working, crumb-covered from the nocturnal nibblings, itch-making, uncomfortable, virus breeding, easy-to-fall-out-of, recliner as leverage to get back up on my feet again… , I had a good against the swivel chair’s legs. After a few mild curses were uttered… well, not mild really; I misjudged the distance the bottle of water was away from me, down it went. watering my beet and the carpet! Expletives ensued, many of them. The feet had taken a battering with the stubbing and struggling back up. Now unintentionally doused with soda water. One hell of a job to get them cleaned and dried off.I checked on the water papules on both legs; all were dry this time, with not a leak in sight. The intercom rang; it was the new medication drops arriving. The NHS man handed them to me, and as I was closing the door – I have a sense, feeling, that I don’t need to tell you this, and you have guessed? Yes… another ! I took an extra painkiller later. Now I am really confused! Got the medications out of the bag, and was puzzled and flummoxed to see two more droppers of the one I’d been using. I thought They said I was getting two new types. This brought into question; Did Did I mishear when they said two weeks of one, then two weeks of the other? Should I be putting them both in one eye for just two weeks, or a month? I mentioned my problems to the evening Carer, with hopes of getting some advice or help with the problems, that are important to me, futilely. I’m stone baffled.
The instructions, Kara saw that the dosages were now 4 times a day for the Maxitrol, and 3 times a day for a month for the Optha drops. (2×80 doses). I can’t see to read them, though; problem upon problem adding up all the time now. I fear my spirits are getting dampened. All of the difficulties not being tackled are adding up.
I have not got the resources, skills, or capabilities to solve anything nowadays. Depression is gathering momentum, and no one cares or can help. It’s enough to make one think of giving in. Not that anyone is interested any more… I’m getting less interested and frustrated too. And, there is always a problem, new problems every day. Not to mention I want to know why it is hot and humid today, but the soles, toes, and ends of my feet are so flipping cold! Hehehe! Got to try and see the funny side, or have you?
I made a graph to use for the drops, that is, if they are for the same eye and both need to be used. I’ll try to ring them again in the morning; if I can find the number.If I can hear what they say, and do not get it wrong or forget what they tell me. It would be unquestionably best if I could get someone to do it for me. I bet that Kara may have already rang them for me by tomorrow. Bless her cotton socks. Then I need help with bank issues, that have to be sorted. They have Kara as my legalised communicator, so no one else will be listened to. I mentioned this to Chris, who went with me to the bank the other Thursday, tonight, and he confirmed that is what the bank man had said.
Yes, them obliarchalistical money manipulators don’t help me find any peace, either, do they? They seem to me, to be a number-crunching, hoodwinking Artful-Dodger type, flimflam and hokum, legerdemain, prestidigitation, experts. Possibly world leaders in chicanery and doublespeak. Jealousy, of course!
Back in the morning… hopefully!
Took these shots while in the kitchen. To the left, and to the right.
These mystery snaps, I’ve no idea about. Can you help me?
The bottom of my feet are still really cold to the touch. But the inflammation is going down on the ankles.
Turning off now, going to make a meal. I fancy some spuds, garden peas and the last of the mini-vegan sausages. So, that’s what I’ll have. But I didn’t. I had a tin of Chunky Winter Vegetables, added the soy sausages, a dollop of beetroot Borscht, some garden peas, and some small potatoes. Oh, and a drop of liquid smoke. Got it prepped and cooked, served up, and as I was taking it into the other room…
Carer got the night pouch on, and, after a little Inchie moaning about the bank and eyedrops confusion, left me to the meal.
It was fantastic! Flavour Rating 802/10!
Sweet Morpheus was reluctant again. I couldn’t get to… oh, what’s the word? SLEEP, that’s it. Such a rarity nowadays!
Not the worst of days, by a long chalk, Although the stubbed made me squark, Stuttering Stephanie, it was hard to talk, I couldn’t get out for a walk… Food delivery, but no borscht! Had sausage late, vegan, not pork, Got nothing done, and a cold I caught… More groceries I very nearly bought… Carer Kara stopped me; she’s a good sort, As is Carer Richard, I have to report… He returned my laundry; nothing short!
05:25hrs: The awakening: As I waited for the brain to kick-start, I fumbled about painfully; bending does me no good nowadays, attempting to get the night pouch off of . It took a while. Then it was off to the . Why I can’t understand but the water tank, after the ultra-messy evacuation, did nothing when ~I pressed the handle. It was empty? So, I used the buckets of water I’d left handy, filled it, and flushed it. Then I had to fetch buckets of water to refill it, and then even more in readiness for the next visit. was not happy about this. I must remember to thank Nottingham City Homes maintenance for the 15 weeks of agony I’ve waited for it to be repaired and the physical agony I’ve gone through. Oh, and of course, oligarch Fries and Liberty-Global Virgin Media for the mental agony it serves up every single day with outages. I’m fed up with recording them, but I assure you today I’ve had 14 of them, albeit short ones, but enough for me to lose work that could not be saved and have to repeat them. No wonder it is now 23:55hrs, and I am only just starting on this blog. I’d like to ask them if they can help me… Haha!
I made the one mug of tea now allowed, and a text message came in. It was from Asda, and my delivery is on its way; We’ve had to make changes… one day; if I live long enough, and the country doesn’t go bankrupt, or a revolution takes place, I hope to get a delivery with nothing missing from Asda. Or Iceland, or Morrisons even.
I washed the containers and refilled them with biscuits and marshmallows. Then realised I’d let the tea go cold. Not that I could have got it, cause the food arrived. As I was about to put the things away, the Carer arrived; it was Kara. She listened to me telling her about the new eye drops and, got the medications served up, attached a new day pouch onto . Then put the eye drops in for me. She was in a rush but took the waste bag with her, bless her. Oh, she told me the Doctor had called her, and I am to continue taking the Finasteride tablets. She looks after me, & keeps me informed. ♥ But she still won’t adopt me as a grandfather. Hehehe! I got on with storing the foodstuffs away. The chocolate biscuits with Galaxy chocolate on them were on offer again; they had gone up to £2.25 but were on sale at £1.59. This is half my first week’s wages when I started work in 1806, Hehe! 1960 it was, I think. Opened a can of peas, and had to take the welt growths off of the small potatoes, and put them in the slow cooker.This was 13hrs ago, and they are still in there. It’s Busy here! Domestic Denise arrived and moved some stuff into boxes into the spare room. Moped the wetroom, and then had a go at the kitchenette I sneaked a photo of her moping the floor, but it didn’t come out well now the sunshine was blasting in through the window.
I dished the cold mug of tea and made another one. Very nice too. I don’t know how I’ve been so resilient in resisting drinking more… Ah, I might! It could be the bladder problem and having to drink three litres as a minimum of water every day. I had a few biscuits dunked and eaten. By the belated time that I got onto the computer for the blog, within an hour oligarch Herr Fries, Liberty-Global Virgin Media had been down four times! A record even for them. Mr Fries strikes again!
The urine began to flow proliferously. The fullest that this bag has ever been, and the best, healthiest-bladder rating too on the NHS grading card! Well pleased with this! The landline flashed and came to life. It was the EENT department from the Queens Medical Centre. The lady explained that the agreed decision taken yesterday to post the new eye drops to me had been cancelled. The Doctor thought the need to use them urgently, and they are sending them by NHS transport to the flat. That’s kind! They should be delivered tomorrow morning sometime. I thanked her, and as I stood to put the handset down, I gave myself the aforementioned . Getting down to stop the bleeding from the nail, three of my loveable ailments kicked off, , , and . Then when I started sneezing and wheezing, the darned ankle ulcers and legs started jetting water out! For a few moments, the right ankle ulcer was bleeding, but that turned to water. To say how much blood then, water escaped. They both stopped and dried up within a couple of minutes. What the heck was that for and about?
I did think the right ulcer was going to set off again half an hour later. I grabbed a tissue, and just this drop of liquid came out and no more? Such are the mysteries of Woodthorpe Court, with the ghosts, wraiths, spectres, cacodaemons, apparitions, and other grotesqueries that haunt the hallways and lobbies, searching for Inchie to curse with bad luck, create ambiguities, abstrucities, perplexities, misfortunes and botherations, to scare, worry and confuse me! problems, . also. Nicolas Neurotransmitters, , and are ever-present too. There are others, of course! etc.
Took this shot from the kitchenette window when the evening Carer called. Medications and eye drops were issued. Had a little chin-wag of sorts. I forgot to mention the night bag. Blow me, 10 minutes later Carer Richard arrived. He’s bought the laundry up for me as well. He offered to put the night pouch on, IK thanked him but said that I’d put it on. As I am likely to be on the computer until the early hours of the morning, computering catching up on the blog that keeps going down, and the meal had been waiting for hours and hours will need serving up. Cooking while carrying a bag of urine on a long tube can be dangerous, I’ll see to it. Then I got back on the ever-going down internet.
At long last I go around to get myself a meal at around 02:40hrs. . LIBERTY GLOBAL OLIGARCH’S NET HAS GONE DOWN AGAIN – GRUMPH! CAN NOT TURN ANYTHING OFF BECAUSE IT HASN’T BEEN SAVED YET. Grrr! I took this photo As I was getting the meal ready. Gone 02:49 hours now!
Nipped back to find that was back online, and caught up as far as the item above. Saved things, then turned it all off.
Then back to serve up the nosh. And very nice it was too! Flavour rating; 8.6/10.
Up at 04:35hrs. (I thought it was later) Removed the attached night bag with some effort, from . Empted and wrapped the night bag in another bag, and sealed it in the yellow box.
It looked nice and light in the first picture. I took a second to show the content level. It now looked darker?
Stripped off to go and to get the ABLUTIONS done. By the time I got inside the wet room, a sudden grumbling from the innards, forced a change of plans, and I lunged towards the much-needed swiftly . I half-expected a fully-controlled evacuation; it felt solid enough, though, and the current regulation two torpedoes almost shot out, creating a tsunami in the bowl. Six trips to fetch water to refill the not-working, unmended W.C. tank.
Five cuts shaving, all in the neck area. Let’s face it, that should be expected; this is the only area on the head where hairs grow still. apart from the ‘tash, and that is running out fast. Hehehe! Body wash completed. It is not so easy doing around , or the inserted tube in Little Inchie. Even in the bum cleaning session, I dropped the cloth twice, then got over-enthusiastic and got the external perishers of ! Tsk!
I struggled to get some cream on the right ankle ulcer. Looks like it is developing and ready to burst out again soon.
He’s not done this for many a month.
Oh, Sod-It! Just got the aftershave, and deodorants were used, medicated the various areas in need; and could hardly believe it, once again, the was needed! now in full control. Gooey, yet splattery. What a mess; it took me ages to get the porcelain and, yes… floor, and I cleaned up again!
Then, of course, the job of hauling water to refill the tank. Got it all sorted in the end.
Got the waste gag sorted and ready to go.
Got the computer on. Carer Kara arrived. Soon got me sorted out. Eye drops, medications, and bless her, she rubbed some into my back.
No sooner had she gone, than a worryingly third summoning to the was needed. was in full flow now. I’m concerned about going to the hospital in this state… don’t need any more in that department! I’ll put some toilet rolls in the trolley.
Made up some Soda water drinks, adding the raspberry flavoured juice in them.
Checked the kitchen. All safe.
Turned off the computer, and started to get the things ready before my last clean-up to set off for the lift.
Sister Jane rang me with news of an incident that has closed part of the City Centre, ST Anns and close to me, Magdala Road!
This is the latest from the BBC
What do we know so far?
Developments in Nottingham are moving fast – and we are working double time to get you the full picture.
Here’s a rundown of what we know so far:
A 31-year-old man has been arrested on suspicion of murder after three people died in Nottingham city centre last night
In a statement, the force said it was called to Ilkeston Road in the city at 04:00 BST, where two people were found dead
Officers were called to a second incident on Milton Street, where a van had attempted to run over three people, who are being treated for their injuries, condition unknown.
A man has also been found dead on Magdala Road
Prime Minister Rishi Sunak and Home Secretary Suella Braverman say they are being kept updated about developments
Chief Constable Kate Meynell says the three “horrific and tragic” incidents are believed to be linked
Several roads are closed, and public transport services have been suspended
Incident locations MAP The flats here are underneath the top red sign.
OF course, even if the culprits are caught and given life imprisonment; The murderous themselves, Parole Board animals will ensure they get freed to kill again in a few years! – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – Getting ready for the hospital trip was something of a daymare!
❶ Managed to get the trousers. (No socks attempted, no help). ❷ Getting the shoes on was the hardest part, and as gave up, to try again on the first one., the urine flowed from the Catheter! Arrgh! ❸ Had a hell-of-a-mess! Peed on my legs and feet, the trousers, the shoe, and it took so long to get cleaned up… ❹ Then, the trousers were thrown out, and I had to get another pair from the racking – time running out here… ❹ But the fresh pair were too wide, and then I had to get the belt threaded through the hoops. Had to take the trews down to enable access… all the time worrying about another catching of the valve and leak! ❺ Got them back on, and then the challenge of getting the shoes on started again… it was a painful battle, but no help was available; so I pressed on. It took me ages to get them on, and I could not get to straighten the tongue, so I had to wear feet crippling painful shoes all day.
Then a mad rush to get down to the lobby in time. I managed with three minutes to spare, then spent the next ten minutes sitting in the lobby, worrying if, in my haste, I might have left a tap running, or the stove on in the flat… Oh, dearie me!
The lift arrived, no signage on it, so I hoped it was them. It was! I got onto the bus, tied down in the seat, for a worrying trip, as the seat was narrow, and pressing against the one in front, threatening to burst or cause to leak from the valve of pouch!
ARRIVAL AT THE HOSPITAL EENT
The driver got us hastily to his next pick up neat Middleton Boulevard. Collected a lady, and on to the QMC... With him having the lady in the mini-bus, the driver could not escort me to the department needed, but I felt confident I remembered the way from the last visit. (I didn’t, how wrong can one be?) I got in through the doors, and… , and kicked off. Add that there must have been a somewhere during the next few minutes, because; The next thing I recall is being on another floor and simply lost! Someone came to me and asked if I was alright. Showed him or her the letter, and told me I wanted the ground floor. Took the lift down, and by the time I got there, my mind was clearing nicely. Found my way to the reception.
I tried to sneak a photograph of the large waiting room. Realising although I’d remembered to take the Kodak, I’d left the SD card in the computer at home. Grrr!
As the lady told me to take a seat, the Mind-Fog returned. I sat down, and within minutes a lady came to collect me. A stern young lady. Not forthcoming with any details but went through whatever procedure it was checking each eye. Opened the door, pointed to the seating, and said, ‘Wait there’, so I did.
I rearranged tackle to a more comfortable position, I was collected by another medic, and I walked into another waiting room, and took, as instructed, a seat to await being called into the next surgery. Then someone else came out and took me to a treatment room there. This lady did a few Eye Tests on the machine… And on another machine, then eye tests on both eyes. Both repeated using an.OCCLUDER What is the purpose of an eye occluder? I looked it up: A pinhole occluder (an opaque disc with one or more small holes) is used to determine whether the reduced vision is caused by refractive error, possibly Myopia. If this is the case, the pinhole will cause an improvement in visual acuity. It improved one of the eyes but not the other, I can’t recall which one, though. My guess is, it was either the left or mayhap the right one! Hehehe!
Back out and led to yet another waiting area. Shortly another lady came to me, to tell me that this was for the last checks, with the lady in charge. Dr Dahlia Said. Off into her office, and some checks made in both eyes with weird squiggly colours and lines flashing. She did not look too happy and silently consulted her computer. Then, gave me the results of all the tests collectively; I may have got things wrong, but this is how I remember it going.
The right eye: with the new cataract: Tiny crack underneath – further investigation needs surgery and an x-ray. It’s possible the cataract will need removing/lasering and a new one fitted; then, a new cornea will need to be put over the eye. Overnight job if done together.
I was given a prescription, to take to the Hospital’s Pharmacy for filling. These will be for two different eye drops: both just for the right eye. The first one will need putting in four times a day, for a month – important you do take them on time and miss none of this first course of drops.
The second bottle of drops, is totally different, which should help during the upcoming surgery. Do not mix them! These are also four a day, for the next month. Take extreme care not to let any of either medication spill on your face.
The left eye: Needs the cataract done afterwards. The Glaucoma drops are not to be supplied until all is as it should be with my cataracts on both eyes. The main treatment will be just eye drops initially. Hey-Ho!
On my way out, a lady stopped me and explained that my going to the Pharmacy at the hospital at this time, would possibly involve a 5-6 hour wait, as they get very busy. So, we will post, it in the mail to you. So you can leave now. That was extremely nice of her, and I said so. ♥
So, off to the front door forecourt area, without getting lost, I might add. I had a farcical chinwag with another old-timer who was waiting for a lift. I’m not sure of what he was saying, any more than he knew what I was going on about. Hehehe! But we both seemed glad to have some sort of a natter, I think.
My lift arrived spot on time. And was driven Stirling Moss-style back to the flat in Sherwood. As we passed the Willow House Chinese takeaway, on Mansfield Road, all illuminated, I really would have loved to get something to eat.
No bother from the usually troublesome flipping bag, when I go out at all. The bag was not half full when I got back into the flat. Which I found . Up to the flat. considered calling for a takeaway, but relented. I called Meridian’s Nightline and told them I was back home from the hospital, and asked them to inform the Carer for me. Which he did.Carer Chris arrived. He arrived ten minutes later. I nearly bored him to death with my tale of the trip to the QMC. Hehe! Medications were given, but no Phorpain Gel, as I forgot to ask him, me wanting to relate the day’s happenings. Haha! Eye drops were issued. Peptac taken.
THE NOSH Chips in gravy, two roast potatoes, both done in the microwave. I’ll not bother with these again. Two wholemeal rolls to soak up the liquid… it was horrible! Taste rating 3⅕/10. That was generous!
Put the TV on, and fell asleep. Woken up with Carer Chris returning. He got the eye drops in and sorted out the night back being attached to the .
An earlier photo that I missed. Tsk!
EVENING ALL! Wednesday evening by the time I got this done. Humph!
I was determined to ruin my plans to catch up on the much-missed sleep. And he did! However, thankfully the odd dream of the night before did not return to haunt me with my past wrong decisions, failed plans, missed opportunities and many errors.
At 04:00hrs, I considered giving up and getting up. As I Decided to get the ablutions done early, I drifted off into kip. I was rudely disturbed by the usual jolting and jerking awake session, which I thought had put paid to any more sleep being possible. But, No! Before I knew it, I was back in the land of nod again! At 05:30hrs, The jolts returned with a vengeance. I’m not sure how I stayed in the second-hand, £300, c1968, overwhelmingly sickening beige coloured, tatty, uncomfortable, wobbly, germ-producing, falling to pieces, food residue collecting recliner; but I had an aching back and shoulder from something… tossing about I suppose, but I recall no dreaming at all? Once again, while planning the day ahead, I found myself asleep. At 06:00hrs, I woke up almost normally; with no agitation of the mind or jumping about. – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
s night pouch was not very full. A smidge disappointing that was. But it was a good colour on the NHS Urine listing card, classed as grade three – A Healthy Wee! Cleaned the room from the nocturnal nibblings of the night. (I wish I could remember eating them!) By the time I’d got into the wet room, a slight diversion was called for, as so often occurs; the need to use the arose. I think that was losing his grip on the rear-end proceedings. A little messy this morning. I can sense that is making a comeback; I thought I was passing more wind last night. I tackled hauling buckets and bowls of water devon the kitchenette to the wet room to refill the still-awaiting repair W.C. water tank and the not running cold water tap. Needless to say, I was not pleased. So when I got the refilling and wet room tidied up, I Took one of the Extra Strong Ipobrufen capsules to calm Brenda down a bit. Got the washing done and noticed the feet were still a smidge swollen. But of little bother.
Took a shot of the morning view from the window, some pretty houses locally. And good news, last month’s figures tell me only four of them in view were broken into! Mind you, one was a recipient of the police drug rain, and another had an unmown reason for the bobbies calling and the took away a man and woman.
I got the computer on, and immediately… well, within a minute… Yes, once more the Liberty-Global, Virgin Media fails! But Gobsmackingly, it came back on within a minute!
I had an email about the MyFood Den delivery; it looked, according to the tracker, that it could be here anytime soon. I stopped on the computers and got my feet in a bowl of water. Heck of a difficult job getting them up or me down to dry them.I felt properly tired afterwards. showed contempt in the usual painful way that she has.
the parcel arrived. Dropped in the doorway and off the driver Chappy trotted. Got the knife to open the well-protected goods within.
Well, as I put them away, I was tempted to try something on the order that I’d never had before. “Caviar”! Well, when I say Caviar… it wasn’t. The cheapest jar on offer was £269.40! This was actually an ‘Imitation Caviar’, much more my price range at £2.89. I’ve no idea what to have with it, or how to eat it. I’ll learn! Went on the balcony to have a nosey at the end car park. Then, in the front car park. Billum, of The Manor Laboratories in the U.S. of A keeps a record of the colours of the vehicles and gives an insight into who drives what. Hehe! I did notice that there seems to be a more varied selection this morning. Monday visitors, mayhap? While waiting for the service from Liberty-Global Virgin Media to return, I tried to check under the feet – but getting them high enough was a feat I could not beat.
The urine was not passing very well, especially as I am drinking water like it was going out of fashion. Over the next four hours or so, I persisted with the blog and got yesterday’s finished and posted off. Carer Carol-Anne arrived. We had a natter, and I had another painkiller, and she got the eye drops in for me.
I got the beans and veg stew going, and put some small potatoes to roast in the oven to go in the stew, casserole whatever it was I was making.
A possibility of a sunset tonight, methinks, judging by the cloud layers and shapes. Of course, I could be wrong. A rarity, I know. I then got a landline call come in. It was from EasyLink. And it caused a bit of a mild panic, that took up over two hours trying to sort out… I’ll explain . But we all know that I need not have mentioned it, really.
The chap was confirming the lift being arranged for tomorrow’s visit for the cataract and cornea checks and discussion. He said pick-up would have to be earlier than planned… It didn’t help with me forgetting what time the lift and appointment were arranged for in the first place! 14:00hrs lift, picking up to bring home from the EENT hospital at 16:40hrs. I thanked him, and had a look at the calendar – Oh, dear! What started as feeling uncomfortable developed into a panic, then almost full-blown hysteria! .
Could I find the original appointment letter? No! I couldn’t find it where I knew I’d left it – in a pile of letters on the Carers table. Well, spent an aeon searching for it. Not in the three-wheeler-walker trolley. Not in any of the folders (going through them took me an hour without any luck); The drawers one by one. The junk room, even the wet room! I got the nosh going, thinking a change of thought pattern might still be something memory-wise to trigger. But no luck!
I tried making a start on this blog. Sister Jane called. Hard hearing her words, but she does talk so fast. I’m just glad she called; we had a bit of harking back to the younger days. I enjoyed it, and it calmed me down nicely. Enough for me to try another search for the letter. I started at the first pile of correspondence I tried where I was so sure I’d put the letter…
There it was, the fifth letter down the stack. . Hehe!
Mealtime: Soya chunks, a can of chunky vegetable soup, beetroots and a can of garden peas added to the mixture.As I was serving up the feast on the tray, Carer Chris arrived. I pulled his leg about him always arriving when I was serving up or eating a meal. Gave him a laugh! He got the eye drops in and got the night pouch added to the day pouch. I’d put the meal in the microwave to reheat it, and we had a thunderstorm. It didn’t last long. Carer Chris got some photos for himself from the balcony taken. I managed to get just this one through the balcony windows. It freshened the air up afterwards. Thanked him and off he went. The meal being in the microwave didn’t do it any favours flavour-wise. Taste: 5/10.
