Evening Gloom. But with some fantastic Pareidoliaising opportunities within. See anything?
The Meal Beetroot hand-grenade hard beetroots. Despite this, I give this effort a. 8.8/10 Taste-Rating!
Followed by… Vegan ice cream with Raspberry Juice Lovely!
A Quick Run Down
Up 06:30hrs. The night pouch was removed. One – Messy, So Messy! kicked off due to the carrying of water from the kitchen to W.C. She kept me tended to for the rest of the day. Painfully! (Just two more visits. Computer started. Carer Richard called.
MIND BLANK Not the foggiest of what took place over the next six hours! Carers had signed in on their register… I’d acquired a decent bruise on my arm and was giving me a good shaking. I was sat at the computer at the time, but could not see anything I didn’t know about on the screen? Had I nodded off? No, the Carer would have woken me? Was it the Mysteries of Woodthorpe Court, with the hobgoblins, spectres, gnomai, phantasms, ghosts, the grotesque succubae, extraterrestrials, ectoplasms, spirits, or the Fata Morganas, that have been sent to taunt, irritate and terminate my already limited saneness of mind?. Or, ? I recall new Carer Candie waking me up.
And later, Carer Josef when I was well into a session. .
I woke around 05:00hrs. The toes were tingling for some reason. Took this snap of them, and promptly delved back into the land of nod.And very nice it was too. I dreamt of things that I can no longer do! I emerged back into consciousness, it was around 06:00hrs. Oddly I could… well, smell a sweet sickly scent sort of aroma. I soon found out what the cause was. Humph! A melted block of milk chocolate had dissolved into the dressing gown on my chest, and it had run down onto and over my rather generous-belly and set rock hard on the skin and left nipple! I got the gown off and tried to clean off the chocolate, to no avail. Then decided to get the ablutions done and do the same to the chocolate stuck-rigid on my chest. I did get it off; but lost many of the few chest hairs left along with removing it. Unfortunately, the needed rear-end activity. had a ball with the session. Which left me with the job of cleaning everything up. Then, having to refill the water tank from the bin and bowls, I’d readied and refilled them from the kitchenette sink tap. In the first hour of being up and about, I needed three visits. All wet, spluttery affairs, and needing my water carrying while using a walking-stick skill. Which I can assure you, annoyed for than she’s ever been. I just had to take some extra painkillers, although they say I shouldn’t.
They, being the many medical personages. If you knew the agony she giving me, you’d understand me taking them.
The urine was colour 4 on the NHS scale, the same as it was yesterday. On the bright side, the feet were not swelling up so much, Although they were sore with all the walking and carrying the water so many times to and from the kitchen to the wet room. I did the Health Checks and got a bit of a shock. SYS 162/DIA 66! Come think of it, though, all the refilling of the water tank, most likely had a hand in it. Did another one later; it was down a lot then.
I made a brew of Glengettie tea. Seemed a good idea to me. Hehehe! Took this shadowy shot from the kitchenette window. Not very good, is it?.
I got the computer on, and Carer Samantha arrived. I mentioned the pain coming from , and asked if she could rub in some of the Phorpain Gel for me. Which she did, bless her. Told her I’d already taken a painkiller, so I took no Paracetamols. I must remember to ask whoever comes tonight to do the same for me again. I’ll be eight weeks – two months, after notifying them before the plumber arrives.
Back to blogging, and…
So, I went to make a brew of Thompson Punjana tea, and make a pot of Porridge to have while waiting for Smoke & Mirrors man, Mr Fries, the Liberty-Global – Virgin Media mogul & head-honcho, to get his Internet working again. Of course, it will not bother him in the slightest with the money he’s earning – well, getting!
Over the next hours, I had time to get some suitable for any pareidolia freak like myself to enjoy, was taken.
Wheels within wheels?
Clouds chasing clouds?
Then the rain came!
Thw high Son… or Sun got through the clouds. Ocean waves?
The darkness develops?
From the balcony!
Hello, it’s drizzling again.
End car park from the balcony. Through the window.
To the kitchen to see the. progress on the local house workings.
Decisions, decisions! The early evening Carer called. It was Józef. I remembered to ask him to Phorpain gel . Which he gladly did. Bless him.
Started to prep the evening meal. Boczek, peas and out-of-date chips. But we’ll see. Back in the A.M. to finish off. TTFN.
Well, What a busy day today. Mostly through my cock-ups over food shopping. I’ll put it in today’s (Thursday) blog – if I ever get it started, that is. Hello! The rain started!
15:20hrs, and have only just got around to finishing this one. This is not how envisaged my growing old, you know. Hehehe!
Got the meal sorted and served it up nice & early. Taste-Rating 7.6/10. Then I commenced to get the pots washed and the sink area cleaned up….
So many things went wrong at the same time, I’m not sure I can remember them all, let alone what order they befell me!. ❶ I think the first . was taking the bowl out of the sink and losing my grip on it. ❷ I tried to grab it, and the flipping plastic tore, making me drop it again properly if you know what I mean. ❸ The contents of the bowl were citric acid, bleach and washing-up liquid. (I’d been soaking the saucepan that I burnt yesterday) ❹ Which covered my dressing gown, torso, legs and feet. ❺ I was faffing about trying to get the floor dried and realised that the PPs, were thoroughly soaked and started to disintegrate before my very eyes! Falling down at my feet! ❻ The leg straps began to squeeze the top and bottom. I abandoned the kitchen and went into the wet room to make sure that Little Inchie and his inserted tube were affected, and hosed down the body sharpish. ❼ Cause things were beginning to sting a bit. ❽ As I turned to replace the shower head, started giving me what-for when I twisted the back. I got fresh pants on, and a clean dressing gown, and went back to the kitchen. ❾ Arrgh!I’d left the tap running! Painfully got the floor and sink tided, and went to fill the kettle. ❿ After dropping it, and cleaning up that mess, I found it would not work! My language even made me cringe!
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According to the sparsity of scribbled notes on the pad, I got up at 06:00hrs. Removed the night pouch and took it to be emptied and sanitised. En route, and I can really remember this; partly due to its the first time I’d done it for many days and secondly for the agony that followed it. I had a , and cringed, whinged and moaned a little to myself. I did notice that my blood was keeping away from my feet and toes?. Took this snap to show you. The wee-wee in the night bag was a very good colour, although there was not an awful lot of it? Not peeing, toe-stubbing, and now a blood-clot-threatening lack of movement from the cardiovascular system had gone on strike. Haha! The betterer day was short-lived!
A sudden, urgent and unstoppable evacuation began of its own accord – no warning this time. I barely made it in time, had I not been in the kitchen, I would a phoo’d myself; that’s how close it was. Huh! was back in charge of the evacuations. More time was lost cleaning and freshening up and fetching water from the kitchen to refill the non-working WC water tank. Had a quick wash, and I got the kitchenette floor mopped. I did take a snap of it, but for some reason, it was not on the SD card?
Got the computer on, and the first Carer called. A little natter after she’d serviced me. Back to the blogging for yesterday that had not been done yet. It’s gonna be a long day again!
They just can’t get it right. Can they at Liberty-Global? His bosses at the oligarch’s money-manipulating business bought out Virgin Media and have got involved financially with ‘3’, Vodafone and EE, as well. As they lyingly say on their web page:
We’re building Tomorrow’s Connections Today, bringing people together through the power of our technology. Liberty Global is a world leader in converged broadband, video and mobile communications and an active investor in cutting-edge infrastructure, content and technology ventures. With our investments in fibre-based and 5G networks, we play a vital role in society, currently providing over 86 million fixed and mobile connections and rolling out the next generation of products and services while readying our networks for 10 Gbps and beyond. We’re creating national champions, combining the best broadband and mobile networks under brands such as Virgin Media-02 in the UK, Vodafone-Ziggo in The Netherlands, Telenet in Belgium, Sunrise in Switzerland, Belgium, Virgin Media in Ireland and UPC in Slovakia. Liberty Global Ventures, our global investment arm, has a portfolio of more than 75 companies and funds across content, technology and infrastructure, including strategic stakes in ITV, Univision, Plume, Lionsgate and the Formula E racing series.
Our scale enables us to transfer knowledge and expertise (other than how to get an Internet service to Nottingham that isn’t going down all the time)across our operations and investments, creating a dynamic family of brands united in the pursuit of innovation and excellence. (Giggle!) And we’re prioritising diversity, equity and inclusion in our workplace and communities while reducing our impact on the environment. We are using technology as a force for good; for our people, our partners and the planet.
Hahaha! A World Leader? Armholes!
They can’t even get an unbroken, working signal to Nottingham. And they have a mast up the hill from the flats. Of course, it may be an old one from when Virgin was reliable, trustworthy and economical to use?
Second Carer called. Medicated and had a chin-wag for a couple of minutes; she checked the taps and stove for me, took the rubbish bag,
I got a call from the Haematology nurse, Kristina. She is going to call on me Monday, twixt 9-10am. Lovely to hear from her. First time in about nine weeks now. ♥
Turned everything off to give the computer a rest and went to get the done. With EQ warning me to take care! So I will, I must; he’s never wrong, you know, about upcoming mishaps, Accifauxpas, whatever, back in 2 hours or so. (Sorry, I mean in the morning.)
Good morning – updating now…
Got the nosh sorted. A better taste this time. (It’s about time too!) Not been very successful with vegetable soup (canned); I made extra gravy and cooked some mushrooms with a splash of liquid smoke. Taste-Rating: 802/10. Just got settled to eat it and the TV on, and the evening carer arrived. was patient and sorted the medications out. I told him that the INR DVT Warfarin nurse had called and is coming to take a blood sample on Monday. He seemed pleased for me, knowing as he did that no one had been for eight-weeks now. He shot off so that I could eat the meal, bless him. When I went to wash the empty dish and things, I found I’d left the hot water tap running, and the hob on the cooker too! A bout of self-cursing and disgust followed!
Delved 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, got the TV back on; and promptly fell into a deep comforting sleep.Waking bouncingly,. as the door chime woke me, and the late Carer Joanne called. She added the night bag to after giving me a painkiller. We had a little nonsense natter, and off she went on her rounds.
That was it for sleeping; tired as I felt, the kicked-off! After a while, I gave up, got up and was glad I did, for the night view was grand and photographable in the extreme.
I got back into the flea-bitten recliner, and no sooner had I settled than the fan-dangled visited. They seemed to be having a discussion and not including me this time? The oddest thing, feeling, sensation that I’ve had in a long time.
This went on for ages, and then suddenly, it snapped back into the usual assault of guilt, stupidity and shame directed straight at me. (Which is the usual thing, so, somehow, it comforted me?) But was still resistant.
I recall using the wind-up torch to make sure that the wee was getting through to the , and seeing that it was 02:00hrs. I reckon I drifted off thereabouts and didn’t stir until 06:00hrs.
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – My Hero, Spike Milligan, who I had the pleasure to meet and have a talk with – had us all in tucks! – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – Eyesight causes Problems with computing, error messages,and freezing programmes. CorelDraw is farcical; more time was used to reset and discover the new layout and make mistakes than actually working on it. The water tank on W.C. is still not working. On the bright side, is not so bad this morning. I didn’t get to start this blog until Thursday morning.
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A decent colouration of urine.
Aargh! Blood Pressure is up high!
Morning view from the kitchenette.
Got the potatoes into the crock-pot. Only added salt. What’s the white stuff?
I spent a terrible few hours doing nothing other than when a carer called, but making mistakes and getting things in a mess with the new CorelDraw. This has, of its own accord, changed every single Cdr. file to this new version, meaning I cannot use any of the other three CorelDraws I have, and used as get-me-throughs in the past cock-ups, and now I’ll not have these options to try… and needed it several times today. How such a dimwit as me got it going again… well, a miracle? Late evening by the time I got around to photographicalisations.
PAREIDOLIAING DELIGHT! Gorgeous eyes in the sky.
Zoomed-in; See the face?
Sunsetting
Bootiful!
Went to get the meal sorted. The sky had changed to an unusual shade?
Sorted the nosh, and it looked good… But it didn’t taste good at all! Asda made sourdough cobs – Tasteless! Potatoes undercooked! Beetroot, I bent the knife, trying to slice them. Concrete comes to mind! The tomatoes were okay. Taste-Rating: 2.5/10. Shame!
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – Unbelievable, Another tooth-pulling day; perplexing, flustering, yet in many a way, an almost acceptable day! There were yet again problems with CorelDraw that almost had me giving up. Combined with the computer snags and mystifying ways, and the worst, only over-worrying thing was the cataracted eye and the decrease in vision all day… still struggling, and the hospital will be called in the morning. If I can get in, the blog will have to be rested. No time to even make notes again, so my dodgy memory will have to be pushed to the limit– not that it isn’t now!
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Woke up. (Well, it seemed a good idea?). Emptied the pouch.
Ablutionalisationings were done and onto the computer. My vision seemed a lot worse this morning. Five Porcelain Throne visits today.
While filling the not working water tank with buckets of water from the kitchen, I caught a view of my mush in the shaving mirror. (A nasty thing to do at the best of times, but at five o’clock in the morning, it was scary!) The Cateracted right eye seemed to be closing itself?. No wonder I was struggling on the computer.
The first Carer, Kara, arrived as I was photographing what looked to me like a car crash. These are the photos that fooled me & Cataract Katie. After she pointed it out to me that it wasn’t a tank or smashed car accident, but the trees and shadows, I did feel a clot! Eventually, with the aid of the magnifying glass, I saw what she described.
I found a picture that I took by accident. Thanks, Peripheral Pete! I think I was putting the loose lens cap back on the camera. It was my left-hand palm… I think.
Mid-afternoon, I dragged myself away from the cock-up I’d made on CorelDraw yesterday and had to replace the missing dockers and icons. Will I live long enough to finish the job? Hahaha!
Just before the tea, Carer called; I took these two shots of the blinding sun straight at me. I had to close my right eye so couldn’t see what they looked like. The sun’s strong light was reflecting on everything shiny out there.
Another 4 hours and I got yesterday’s blog finished and posted off. Prepped the meal ready for cooking later. Mushrooms cut and cooked, added some garden peas to the pan and got the oven tray ready for the chips to go in to have with the veg. The soy mini sausages are ready in the fridge. Having them cold. I went back to the computer for a half-hour to make a start on this blog.3 hours later. I got up to hear… I mean, here and went to check on the well-cooked mushrooms. Tsk!
Aha, a late sunset! While pottering with cooking and salvaging some mushrooms for half an hour, I took these pictures about five minutes from the one before.
Well, I’m going to get some nosh now. TTFN.
Good Morning, I’m back! All bright and bubbly, joyful, contented, almost feeling carefree and untroubled… Well, alright, I lied! But I was still so tired, but on the bright side, had eased off at long last. Okay, I know had replaced her. Oh… and I kid you, not here… my were nowhere to be found! .
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Vegan mini-sausages 9.2/10, Chips 6/10, Chestnut Mushrooms 7/10, garden peas 7/10, Disappointing sourdough rolls 5/10, beetroot 7.2/10. The plain yoghourt and lemon curd, a decent 7.5/10. The two gabs of cheesy Curls eaten afterwards, 8/10. Guilt? Me? Yes. My recently acquired arithmaphobia prevents me from working out an average… ah, the computer calculator… I’ll try to see if I can work it out there…
It shows an average Taste Rating of 8.128571428571429.
Of course, I knew that.
I enjoyed that. It may not have been a gourmet meal, haute, or nouvelle cuisine, but it satisfied my proletariat level of epicureanism.
The last Carer arrived, and dang-me, I forgot to remind her about the night bag. Well, I was sat in the £300, second-hand, decrepit, Haemorrhoid Harold-testing, sleep-deterring, nauseatingly beige-coloured, not-working recliner, half asleep at the time… Still, I should have remembered. Guilty; as self-charged!Hehe! Medications were given, a little natter, and off she flew on her missions.
I was going to watch some TV, but it didn’t pan out like that. Well, I did watch some of the New Tricks episode, about five minutes worth in total over about an hour, with my constant nodding off and waking up, with sharp pullulating jerks. I gave up on the TVing, turned it off, and got my feet up on the chair, and gave in to the demands of my body for sleep… and , The damnable invaded the brain… as I expected, they are having a party-time with me for the last seven nights on the trot! But still, I kept waking up, a few times shuddering, flapping, or threshing about? It was never any bother getting back to sleep mind; to be greeted by the crude yet again and jumping awake. I had to go and empty the small day pouch and noticed it was 04:00 hours. I got back down, and much to my pleasure, the must-have worn themselves out. (or, had gone on holiday?) Zzz!
I need help from someone with hypnosophy! Someone who knows computers & cinology, I may struggle with my theopathy… I have no signs of thalassophobia. But mostly with my lost sagacity!
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – After yesterday’s decision to do summat about my not being able to stay asleep, I found a self-wotsit page on it from the NHS – and filled it in. Here are the results with m comments added. Hehehe!
– – – – – – – – – – – –State of the Up-for-Adoption Inchie– – – – – – – – – – – – Now, I’m really worried, folks, Got the Catheter night bag off without any
leaking, breaking or dropping owt.
One, not serious, walked into the door frame.
Things seemed too contented for my liking…
The Computer is jerky, but working.
Just one Porcelain Throne visit.
Had help getting the Asda food to the kitchen!
Back to the computer.. and…
“Jumpin’ Jahosafat!!!
CorelDraw had replaced icons, toolbars and dockers.
I had to set about trying to get the others back on and the unwanted off of the programme. Which I actually did in less than nine hours!
AGAIN I let a smug mode come over me.
When will I ever learn?
This time I was so sure I got it as I wanted it… well, as near as I was ever going to, anyway. Displaying great stupidity, naivety, & idiocy. Pitifully unwarranted confidence that it was set right, and brainlessness, I clicked set as defaults. Within an hour, I found I had not replaced the Text-Options box link – not the select-all, Place in front or behind icons.
Another day spent not getting anything done that needs doing!
Tomorrow, I’ve got to go… well, not got to go, but I would like to go to the
diabetic meeting in Winwood Court. So more time is lost in the ether. Why I want to I do not understand cause it’ll be just the same as at the Bulwell meetings, which I can’t get to now with the catheter. I can’t see the whiteboards or written advice, can’t hear whoever is talking… I’ll have to think about this decision…
I woke, got up, and took off the night bag, which had a healthy-looking coloured content, warm; almost hot, of wee-wee.
And for the first visit of the day to the . The evacuation was swift and, for once, not splattery or overly messy. Only and of course, the Queen of ailments for all of last week, , was reaching an 8 on the pain scale meter. Lugging the bowls of water from the kitchen to refill the non-working WC tank three times each flush… well, it’s some exercise, innit?
Pottered about making up and sorting the waste bags for collection. And the morning Carer arrived. I took the tablets, pills and medicine like a good boy. While was here, the Asda order arrived. Shaquille helped to carry them through the kitchenette with me. I had ordered some fresh-cut vegetables, bearing in mind last week’s finger, chin and knuckle cutting. This is all the fresh stuff that arrived.
Shame!. Still, I got Asda Essential which is now not so cheapo plain yoghurt, that I was planning to have with the Asda Essential cheapo Lemon Curd, but they’d got none of them in stock either. I did get another block of the Flora Not-Butter butter because it was on Special. Plenty of potatoes, though; I expected some of them not to be in stock, but they all came. Fooled me there!
And tons of canned peas and various other vegetables. So it looks like veg soup and stews a week or so. On to the computer. Then hours of confusion with carers calling, and phone calls; I struggled to get CorelDraw 2017 reset again. It’s still playing up now, very regularly. Not the foggiest idea why. And it cost me another day, and still, it’s not right!
Around 13:00hrs, I heard the mobile tone ringing. I found it at 18:10hrs when I trod on it on the floor. Humph! I went to check on who texting or calling, and it dropped from assisted by ailment number 9, It landed on the spot it had been hiding in…, but despite it being on the carpet, the back of the phone came off! I spat, cursed and bent down to retrieve the pieces and then launched an attack as I stood upright. I spat and cursed more vehemently this time. Took a painkiller… I smelt the day long taken to cook soup burning, and I hobbled hastily to the kitchen to turn of the heat and hope for the best… Then realised I’d left the hot water tap running.
There are depressions and depressions of differing characteristics – I nearly went into each one! Then spotted the clouds and sun out at last. And had a few minutes of pareidolia joy.
The evening carer arrived and sorted the medications out for me. We had a laugh; she thought the NHS replies were great & humorous.
Close the annoying computer down and got the nosh sorted out. Back hopefully in the morning
♫ I Made it through the night ♫
Wednesday morning (another farcical day dawned, I’ll put it in tomorrow’s blog, all the gory details). Back to tonight…
I prepared and dined on the vegetable (it-came-out-horrible) soup, with rolls and a mistaken thought it would be delicious plain yoghourt with a pot of orange jelly in it. The Carer arrived as I was tucking into it – no, that’s not the right word; tucking in suggests that someone was enjoying something. And yet, I ate it all?
I blame the she-devil, who goes I’ve given yet another title, and she’s named . Even the jelly & yoghourt was tasteless. The Carer gave me a Covid Test yesterday, and it was clear. Taste rating: 2.5/10!
I did my best to stay awake to watch ‘New Tricks’ on the goggle-box. But it was a futile try; although the dreaded woke me up every few minutes, which is not unusual.
I had to get up to empty the day pouch of its contents and wash & disinfect the container.
Glad I did, now, cause the late sunset was just going down towards the horizon.
While taking these photos and viewing the scene on offer… I went into one of the rare ‘Out-of-it’ spells. They are hard to describe with any clarity. One suddenly feels as if you’ve gone out of your looking at yourself. Impossible, I know that, but for the few minutes it lasted, I did believe I was doing just that. No sense, rhyme or reason as far as I could tell for these odd moments I get. Most of them occur when I’m looking out from the window. Can happen any time of day or night. I’ve had a few when I was out and about too? I tried to explain these to the Mental Nurse; her disinterest, or belief, it dispirited me somewhat, as I recall. I’ll not mention it next visit – if there is one with the strikes.
Back down into the £300, bought eight years ago from the second-hand shop, Harold Haemorrhoid testing, repugnantly beige-coloured, dour crumb-containing, virus-breeding, acne-giving, rickety, none-working recliner. I nodded off quickly for around about ten minutes. But the damned rotten crap kicked off straight away.
I took these few last photographicalisations of the day, of the darkening view and wonderful colourations from the dipping away sun.
Now the usually no0bother-at-all getting back to sleep was a bother! It took me ages to nod off this time. Yet the had all but disappeared?
All a part and parcel of the unaccountable mysteries, phantoms, and hauntings of Woodthorpe Court. (It never used to be like this, they tell me until I arrived!).
The day started better than usual, as well. The usual back-breaking three treks to the , with the heaving three bowls of water from the kitchen to flush things. Only three visits today, mind you. All within the first three hours, a good start
No bother from the .
The carer arrived, and all went well.
Ablutions went fine. Zero, I say Zero cuts shaving!
Looking a little threatening?
No complaints about the ulcers or ankles.
I foolishly allowed myself to cheer up. I should have known better!
Got on the computer and was doing alright.. until…
I was in the middle of a good run of concentration. With CorelDraw at the limit of its memory, I was doing so well… and got an earlier start… life was for once perking up – Gragknangles! The CorelDraw scene shook about a bit and closed itself, never to be seen again! I could have cried! Went on the web asking for advice but failed to grasp what I was reading in reply. So, I loaded up a newer but unused version of CorelDraw 2017; just look below at what I had lost on screen! I mused for what must have been an hour or more before actioning a rescue attempt.
I proceeded over the next nine hours, with breaks to empty a few times, Carer, and domestic calling.It would take me days to get things back sorted and working! Utter despair and frustration. But I pressed on for another hour or so. then got an idea (I do that every year or so; get an idea – not that they usually work) Mayhap this version will load the last saved before it did a runner and vanished. on CorelDraw x7? I tried it, and it loaded it, but boy, did it cause me some problems then. The dockers had all gone, the Colour pallets too. And there was a conflict with the different icons, and I had to try every one of them in order and remove those not working. Sheer determination carried me onwards, and now, 16 hours after it first cocked up, I’ve got it looking like this.
At least the pallet colours were got back again. But not the cockers; they had to be rebuilt form scratch. I’m tired out, hungry, and would you believe that is kicking off again, and I need the damned rotten again! So, after I’ve carried the water to the tank and refilled it, I’m going to be in a right state pain-wise again.
I’ll bung the photos taken in here, I must be quick to get it done before the evacuation is ready, and I die in agony abed starvation. Hehehe!
Afternoon shots.
Teatime piccies.
After the second-last caller came.
Sunset.
Carer’s desk, after the last day Call.
Got to go, then I’ll get summat to eat and hopefully fall asleep. Not that I’m feeling up to making nowt fancy; soup will do. Get back in the morning… Well, all being well, like.
MORNING, LATE: I’M BACK. I fell asleep, woken up when the late Evening carer , who gave me a painkiller.
Then I got the vegetable soup sorted out with a few bread rolls, extra oven cooked potatoes, and a black tomato. Taste rating: 803/10.
I soon nodded off, but were rampant, thus the jouncing and jolting awake seemed be doing it to me every five minutes! Tsk!
I was up, took the night pouch off, and started several different jobs simultaneously. But I was, at that time, in a better condition than the day before. For a few hours, anyway. I can remember some of the things I began doing. Made a brew, which went cold, as I decided it would be a good idea to get the ablutions done. Then found myself making up the laundry bag ready for collection, and I struggled to open the box of soap pouches. I had to rush to the , that evacuation was over about five seconds after I’d sat down. But the sense of another one was on the way, made me stay where I was and had a go at the crossword book. While doing this, and rather successful for once, blood from Little Inchie was felt running down my leg. So I abandoned the crossword and cleaned it up; there was only a spot or two left to come, then back to the puzzling. The follow-through, backup, or second coming did not arrive. While I refilled the bowls from the kitchen to refill the non-working water tank on the WC… yes, you guessed it! I had to rush back to the . So, with the first dollop of mush not being cleared yet, I then had to get four bowls of water to encourage the mess to go down the toilet. I was well worn out by the time I’d done it all! But did that stop me farting about doing other things at the same time? No! I went into a short Memory Blank, I think at this time… well, I know I did; when I came round, I wrote it on the pad, and there is nothing else on it at all, apart from my weakling up time. I found another mug of tea with the bag still in it gone cold. I moved some spring water bottles around in the kitchen, left the cold water tap running, and although there was nothing in there, I’d left the oven door open! I did start to realise I needed to concentrate. I did feel a little better later. A Carer called, and I’m sure we laughed about something or other.
What I’m writing may be out of chronological order, I fear. I think maybe I got the ablutions done before the Carer called. Anyway, I had to return to… yes; the yet again. Swift, messy, and how I didn’t drop a bowl of water or take a tumble was… well, a miracle! Ah, I did have a few cuts shaving. But little Inchie was no longer leaking, yes, the odd spot here and there that the PPs coped with admirably; this is several times a day occurrence from tube inserted. Now the vagueness returned for a while. Eventually, very late on, I got the computer started, and the second carer arrived. AHA! She had some medications for me. At last, some Codeine! I asked for one straight away. This cheered me greatly. I really believe, swear, that the pain reduced the in half an hour! The vagueness was coming and going for the next hours. I know Sister Jane called me, be nothing about what we spoke of… other than we were both sad to see Nottingham Forest struggling (I think?) Around 16:00hrs, I finished and posted yesterday’s blog, then as I went to make a brew and empty the , I found I’d put the oven on a low light? Wish someone had told me. Hehehe! There must have been raining outside, but I’d spent so long doing the blog that it is now almost time for the early evening carer. I can’t even remember the afternoon safety check caller. I’d been in a mental cocoon, I think. So, I thought looking at the photographs I’d taken should help me recall things. As I got the camera to take out the SD card… ~~I saw in the computer’s external disk thingy reader. I fear things are getting worse. Just doing this blog is taking me so many error-filled hours. Causing frustrations. I think I can hear an alarm now, but it’s just stopped?
I left all three receptacles filled with water in the wet room in case there were any more needs to utilise the . There were a few, and after heaving water from the kitchenette to the Wet room, , has been ever-present since. The painkillers were week used today! A morning view of the sky so blue. I even managed a little spot for two of pareidoliaing.
Computerisationing had an enormous amount of errors and miss-reading. As the day dragged on and I got more tired, so wrong options were taken; thanks to and . The afternoon brought storm-threatening darkness. Not that it mattered much to me. I’ve not been outside now for about... oh, ages. It must be close to a month now since I’ve seen and breathed fresh air? The last time I went out for a pleasure hobble around the flats, ~I had to return sharpish half was along Citrus Walk in front of the flats. Blood from Little Inchies , then the valve sprung open and filled my shoe! I can remember that well enough!
Then after taking the photo above, gave me something that he hasn’t shared with me for months on end, probably close on a year; an involuntary Right arm Hitler salute! I could have done without that! I rattled my knuckles against the window handle and, at the same time, I managed to knock off the window shelf, the knife box, the kitchen roll holder, the box of bags, and a jar of mint sauce! . Then bending down to pick up the knives and check for damage to the floor, I hit my head against the freezer door edge! It took me an hour or more to get everything back where it should be. I’d been lucky, I think, all the same. All five of the scattered-about knives missed any part of my body! The only bad bit of the cleaning up and sorting was retrieving the bamboo stick that had rolled between the base cupboard and cooker. The burn in my hand that caught against the oven was nothing to a man like me. I laughed it off and at it! I’m inured to pain and a brave heroic sort of chap. I made an error… (What am I saying? I’m always making errors)… with the daily meal. But it didn’t matter as it happens. I overcooked the vegan burgers, uneatable! But, me having the Natorra black tomatoes on the plate; They taste like meat to me? Lovely! The ready-sliced potatoes (I thought after yesterday’s [photo on the left] Accifauxpas while slicing fresh potatoes were a good idea) Were very nice and crispy. Even the pickled beetroots were nice and well cooked, soft and kind to what few teggies I have left. I shan’t get any more of those burgers. Flavour Rating: 9.3/10. Got settled down. The feet and legs were looking better tonight. The ankle ulcers had all but disappeared again. The skin looked a little darkly cadaverous. But I knew I’d not snuffed it yet, cause as I was nodding off, the leg slipped off of the chair, and that woke me up, so I knew I was still here when the pain and shock woke me out of my wallowing. But, putting getting back into the land of nod into a no-go area! Humph!
I rose earlier than of late. Got the night bag detached. The moment I tried to move from the c1966 charity shop bought, second-hand, whincingly grotty, beige coloured, not working, crumb-covered from the nocturnal nibblings, itch-making, uncomfortable, virus breeding, easy-to-fall-out-of, recliner, I was greeted in the usual “Take-that-you-git” style as is a favourite felicitation lately of . Christ! She was even worse than yesterday… so vicious, whatever position of pose I adopted. I made for the painkillers and imbibed a couple post haste.
However, looking on the bright side, I did seem to be in better control of what I was doing – then, the had to be responded to, so I did. The usual Sit, Splurt all done routine again. Then the bit that was really unpopular with … fetching the water in bowls from the kitchenette. I needed three bowls-full today to refill the waterless, unfilling tank on the WC. Every shuffling step I took care so as not to spill the water or drop the bowel, I was tormented by . On the second trip, the ailments ganged up on me. Brenda was joined most handicapping, and for the first time in weeks, by in the right knee. Had anyone come in, they would have seen a limping, water-spilling old man concentrating so hard not to drop the bowl; I had had my tongue out! Gordon Bennett, that took me some time to get done!
Got the waste bins sorted out and found a pot to use for emptying out the pouch into. Not that I have used it much as of now (15:00hrs).I’ve been guzzling water enough, but it doesn’t want to come out? A bit worrying that cause it’s been so good these last few days.
Then I got the Health Checks done. The first one shook me a bit. The readings were SYS 194 over DIA 64, and the pulse & temperature were up too! I left it a few minutes and tried again. This time, it was much better, but still not good. SYS 154 DIA 65. Pulse and temperature were still too high.
My Sherlock Holmesian mind tweaked into action… (It does that sometimes, you know) Not often, I admit! I deduced, using my superior investigative, but affected brain cells. I may have had some help with coming to my decision, from the agony that was giving me, of course. But I thought the carrying of the bowls of water may have affected the ticker rate on the first test?
After that, the HAIRY-FAIRY why-am-I-doing-this hit me. It stayed for a few hours; nothing got finished that I started, and ruled the roost.
The Carer arrived. Medications sorted. Can’t recall what about now, but we had a little chin-wag.
I gathered some of the accoutrement I used and put them on the £300, bought eight years ago from the second-hand shop, Harold Haemorrhoid testing, repugnantly beige-coloured, crumb-containing recliner. Then spent a few fruitless minutes trying to work out why I’d collected them onto the £300, second-hand, decrepit, Haemorrhoid Harold-testing, sleep-deterring, nauseatingly beige-coloured, not-working recliner. Aha! I think I remember a bit of the chin-wag I had/
The left hand’s little digit was in its usual position, trying to tangle itself up with the next finger. Which is its usual position. See why I struggle to type correctly and make so many mistakes? Then, for about five minutes, the fingers were trying to get away from each other? I’ve never had that before.
The Iceland delivery arrived. Unfortunately, the driver chap left the bags in the doorway. So that meant by the time I’d got them into the kitchen was giving me some stick again. Still, there was nothing unavailable from them this time, and I feel I might not run out of kitchen towels for a good while yet. Hehehe!
The ice-cream flavour drinks are rather nice. The noodles were on offer. The brown and white bread rolls ha gone up by 30p a packet though. The Strawberry jelly pot is on offer!
The lemon curd mini jam rolls are Very nice looking) were three times the price of the Asda raspberry ones; however, they did have some sort of thickish flavouring on the outside of each roll. I’ll try one later on. Custard creams, vegan mini sausages and some Spanish strawberries, When I’d recovered from getting them into the kitchen and put them away, I took a punnet of strawberries and a can of gin for Josie to have.
Then got my nosh started. Ate it; taste: 6/10. And nodded off, leaving the tray on the ottoman. Into a deep dream-filled sleep. Aha, off in the land of nod. Dreaming for once, a decent dream; I was in an underground cave, and I was popular with the crowd of people with me. One of them identifies himself as a Doctor of medicine. Who recommended that it would be wisest for me not to bother waking up. And gave me an email address for St Peter. This was also real to me! So much more happened, but all vague now, the email address for St Peter, made me laugh as I was scribbling notes about what I could recall later. Hahaha! Hoping to rejoin the clan in the cave, I drifted off in hopes of finding the dream again. Of course I didn’t!
I was woken again by the late Carer. I know it was a she, and bless her didn’t put the light on. Kind touch that! No idea what was said or done. and was instantly back in the land of nod when she left; I didn’t even get up to lock the door. Idle monkey me! But, no more dreaming!
From waking up, until writing this rubbish, there were no ins & outs of mental stability, awareness, keenness, determination or wayward involvement where I found I had to spend time gathering myself together to continue with whatever I was doing. This was because I was constantly ‘out of it’, all data long! Anything and almost everything that was go-wrongable – went so! Not that I was particularly aware of it at the time. Undoubtedly, Mind-Blanks limit any chance of a total recall. As far as of now; I can recall; I know (I think) up to now, the Porcelain Throne visits numbered five. With only two evacuations managed. Constipation Conrad! I know I had some wonderful help when the food order arrived in getting it put away. Thank you, Carer! I took a tumble getting the bowl of water to refill the non-filling WC tank on the last failed-to-pass visit. No injuries. Then when getting the meal prepped, after getting the potatoes from the crock-pot, cut them up and put them in the saucepan. I was washing the mint-covered pot and thought I heard someone in the other room, so I went to take a look… It was the NCH Homes control room alarm response, asking if all was okay; they had got a signal alarm from my water detector. Checked again that there was no water on the floor and told the lady. Then went back to have a Sherlock Holmesian investigation. ADOPTED I FOUND NOTHING WET ON THE FLOOR? Presuming that as I tipped the water out of the pot, some may have splashed offer the edge of the sink. Then, tumble number two: A smidgen more serious, this one, clouted the back of my head as I went down onto the wet room wall. A bit of a job getting to the recliner to get back up. A massive blank about what happened or didn’t, or shouldn’t have gone on for about three hours. I did mention these to the Mental Health Nurse, but she seemed unconcerned. It’s so late now, and I~’ve only just started on this blog, so it’ll be a few photos and owt I can remember about each one.
Food Delivery. Fridge not too full? Fancy tomatoes.
After the second tumble.
A little tip here… Take care when cutting up potatoes to go in your soup.
Good colour.
Early evening rain spots starting. The sun’s last view.
19:00hrs – Dour! 1910hrs The car park, below the kitchen.
Going to get the nosh sorted now. Back in the morning to catch up. Well, I hope so!
Not one of bestest photographs. Tsk! But it tasted grand! Flavour 6.9/10.
The late call Carer called (Tongue twister there?) and put the night bag on for me. No Codeines, but I had two Paracetamol. Tempted to have an Ibuprofen due to pains from Anne Gyna, but I resisted it.
I had to get up for the sixth visit to the . Which proved as all the others to be a fleeting visit on the Throne; Splurt! All done. The cleaning up afterwards and having to haul bowls of water from the kitchen to refill the tank was the risky bit. Still, it was a bit of exercise for me.
When I eventually got the job done, I went in to check the taps and oven were not left on. All okay!
I looked out at the night sky – I was gobsmacked! What an amazing, incredibly splendorous, captivating night view; that looked like it had been painted in oils onto the sky. Well, I liked it!
FELICITATIONS
May your luck bring beneficence, Your actions include crapulence, That you avoid any indigence, You avoid hackers & their fraudulence, Most of all, enjoy your flatulence!
