– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – Another Testing Day of Frustration & Dismay Blepharitis Infection Eye Gel applying problems. brought on a few giving-way episodes on the left leg, which nearly had me over each time. But, somehow I avoided tumbling and having an . A close call though. , the main guilty party is, the that was spouting puss a bit today. All of these are connected to which indicated that was responsible for them all. Schweinhund! The delectable DVT Warfarin Anticoagulation Nurse came to take my blood for another extra INR test. And welcome she was made! “I’m so glad she did!” I happen to have fallen in love with her... but don’t say anything about this, or you’ll have everyone laughing at me! Hahaha! She helped me by reading the minuscule writing on the instructions. Which seemed much more understandable now. Unfortunately, when I tried it later, things were back to normal. What I am doing wrong is annoying not knowing! Iceland delivery. That’s three delivered this week, an Asda and two Iceland ones. To replace the stuff I had to dish from the freezer when I left the darned door ajar for nine hours and had almost liquid products in when I found out about it.
After two hours on the computer trouble-free. Another hour and a half and the total to date was… Up to now, the internet had gone down…
As their adverts say… Internet Outages Applied by Inchy!
The Opticians called again; it was farcical. I think she said Kara, so I assume she still wanted her to call them?
Ah, well, a quick look at the photographicalisations…
Spouting fluid
Waste Bins Sorted
Early morning kitchen view
I’m not sure why I took this one? Obviously, I must have been in mid-shave?
After ablutions kitchen view
Went a little dark as the afternoon loomed.
Then brightened up. Bootiful clouds
Slowly darkened as it got later. delights
. Later shot, but so lovely to view
. Late blast from the sun on her way down, Grrreat!
The 18:00hrs Carer called. I got the and the put on. The Gel applying, I’ve still not mastered very well. Turned off the computer…
The final total of the Failures had reached…
I got the meal prepared and served up! No fish fish-sticks and fishless prawns. Canned garden peas, nice tomatoes, yellow & red, roast potato chunks done in the oven with olive oils sprayed on them, vinegared and salted on the plate, no sauce needed tonight. I then proceeded to eat the feast… and created a new record! NEW RECORD! I was trying to eat while watching the TV… but fell asleep at least five times during eating the food! I might have been more often. Each time I woke up, I had to recover whatever it was that had come off of the tray each time I dosed off, and the tray slipped… Peas went off wandering every time, I was still finding them on the floor that had rolled out of view in the morning. Potatoes, tomato halves too. Amazingly none of the no-fish, fish fell?
The last Carer Call. A were new lads today, so I took the opportunity to ask them each to check the taps, heater and fridge-freezer doors for me. We’ll see.
A final photograph from the kitchen window was taken.
How Gorgeous! I spent a while on this one.
For a complete change, there was no , gave me a break, and no bother at all! This time is was the eyes that kept me awake! Both of them felt like there had to be grit in my eyes? Every time I nictated after waking up! I had to give up trying in the end. I sprayed some extra on both, but it made no difference; it’s still a painful nuisance this morning. I still think it’s I am applying the wrongly. I must try to get some professional help on this issue. I’m worried that the Cataract operation on the left eye might be cancelled if the infection does not clear up. Sister Jane has the same problem after having her eye done! ♥ Here she is with me in the flat. ♥
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – I believe I’m slowly slithering more & more under the control of .No doubt about it! At about 05:00hrs, I gave up trying to get any sleep or peace of mind, after the night long I’d suffered. My first thought was the beauty of the morning sky, a comforting shade of blue, seeable from the c1968, non-operational, tatty, scruffy, unkempt, uncomfortable, germ-breeding, Harold Haemorrhoid-Testing, sickenly beige-coloured recliner. And felt the need to photograph it – at the time all the reasons I took it were almost paramount in my mind. A few hours later, when I got around to doing this blog, I had no idea what the reasons were, except for the colour maybe.
Concerned about the eye drops situation, though. When to stop taking them. The two months quoted after the cataract operation, finished tomorrow? Ah, well on with the busy day’s tales.
The night bag colour was a five on the NHS guide.
I had a strong thirst for a mug of tea – so went into the kitchen and made myself a good strong mug of Glengettie. But I had to let it get cold, as a sudden need for the arose abruptly. A fourth day on the trot (Pun intended, Hehe!) of ruling the proceedings. A messy affair! Also, although the evacuated product was almost straw-like, it took a lot of effort to get it to escape! I was using the expensive, claiming to be the best there is, WC cleaner. And the squirted cap fell off, and ¾ of it shot out in one go! Tsk! Ah, well, that serves me right!
The left foot & ankle were looking better.
The mudslide is visibly decreasing in size. It looked light the lights were on the right car. But I think it might be a reflective covering?
The morning sky was brewing up, for sunshine I think
On with the blogging photograph sorting
Made my second and last mug of tea of the day earlier than usual. Unzipped-a-Banana! Haha!
Carer Chris did the medicationings. And took the laundry bag. I put the carers chair cover on the computer chair. As the big one was in the laundry bag.
It looks like the being done-up house on the edge of the bottom field, had some washing out to dry. I thought they may have gone away while the house was being upgraded.
The landline flashed, but I was emptying the catheter pouch at the time, and it rang off before I could get to it. Then a message was left on the mobile. I was the foot lady telling me I’m expected at the salon to have the tootsies done… in fifteen minutes! I had to save the work, shut down the computer, and struggle to get the trousers and shoes on without help! Needless to say, it was a lot longer than 15 minutes by the time I arrived at the salon. Still, got the toenail and feet done. Paid the £25 bill. Got an appointment for the next time, but lost the card somehow. Called to see Oberstgrüppenfuhreress Warden and Primo Ballerina Warden Deana. And on the way back to the flat, I made a decision… well several! – Oh, yes, it can happen occasionally!
I would make a break for it and escape Woodthorpe Court’s Asylum! Here’s the plan I brewed up.
① The Doctor told me I could go to the chemist to get my flu jab. So it will be a trip on the bus down into Sherwood and the pharmacy, where I also planned… ② To get some batteries, anti-diarrhoea capsules. ③ Try to get some Borscht from the Ozan store. ④ Go to Haydn Road Cobblers and get a watch battery. ⑤ Call at the opticians to explain about the cataracts and my needing new spectacles. ⑥ Remembering, to take the Kodak Camera with me so I didn’t forget it again, I put it in my jacket pocket straight away. Although unknown to me at the time, I’d left the SD card on the computer! So I ended up buying another one while I was out; on what turned out to be a horrendously mind-bending, physically draining, full of mistakes & failures trip out!
I’m going to do a part-two blog for today. All about the planned escape, failed missions, cock-ups, expense-riddled, agony-assuring, near-crippling, ‘Pop to the Shops In Sherwood’, and having to walk back up the dreaded-steep Winchester Hill with a filled up with carrier bags on the handlebars, back home to the penitentiary!
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – With my weird sleep problems over the last three days, I have partially lost my appetite for doing this blog. Unbelievably, even to me, I was beginning to feel sleepy on the first Carers call this morning.By the time midday came around and the second call, I was fighting to stay awake! I forgot to hold the tissue in the eye after the drops; I felt half-out of it. I’d not even started on this blog by then. I’m going to call the doctor on Monday morning; this is getting to me; every following day since Wednesday, I began to droop earlier! I’ve never had so much sleep in my life, yet I still feel drained mentally and so tired? I’ll do my best with it, but it’ll probably be far away from my usual wittiness and fun-loving quips being put in. Here goes:
At least Victor had opened the valve on the day bag after fitting the night bag for me.
Off to the wet room for the evacuationing…Still as messy as heck. TT is in control.
Blimey, I’m getting short of toilet paper! The two-and-a-half rolls left won’t last long at this rate. Haha! Wonder if this is owt do with the sleep-craving problem?
The legs were much improved. Grrreat!
Off to make a brew of possibly the world’s finest-tasting medicine, Glengettie. Warming the mug first, making sure that the
whole cream milk was used, just a drop, mind you. Left the teabag to brew, stirring all the while. I could smell the delicious brew wafting up… I got the tongues and extracted all the flavour from the teabag, then…
The milk bottle slipped in response to jiggling my body’s right side. I grabbed at the bottle, which had the top put back on… and was on the verge of going into a , as of all ailments, kicked-off, and I knocked the perfect mug of Glengettie off of the cabinet, onto the floor, via my left foot’s , spilling in every possible hiding place it could find! Did I swear? Yes!
Got the mess cleaned up in my usual happy-go-lucky singing away manner. Made another mug of Glengettie. Very carefully! It tasted amazing and went down well.
Got the computer on… The day is getting worse now…
The second call was from Carer RO, a nice gal. But I can’t hear what she’s saying much. Helped me out when emptying the catheter pouch and got the wobbles from , saved me from another mess, bless her.
Late afternoon clouds… Not sure why I took this one; it looks like the one above? Hey-Ho!
Blogging for ten minutes, then…
Back on again… for 15 minutes. Doing better today… up to now!
Firefox went down! Well, fancy that! Took me hours to get it back on. No idea how I did it anyway, but all tabs had disappeared! Miffed!
The skies were now in a threatening mode. Beautifully, though; rain is to come again, I just know.
I transferred the potatoes from the crock-pot to a saucepan with the chunky veg soup in it. Sliced a few tomatoes. Added a splurt of the Winiary seasoning liquid.A drop more sea salt and a dash of BBQ sauce. Next, the most important ingredient was added and stirred in with some gusto.
Left it to marinade on the lowest setting, nipping back into the kitchen to give it regular stirs.
The rain came when I was about to return to cry over the pathetic computer mess!
It started coming… Fine rain heavily for half an hour or so… Then we had a ten-minute, even heavier downpour.
Carer Kevin arrived and soon had me sorted out
I checked on the chunky vegetable soup and got it served up. By Jimminee, my appetite made a comeback tonight!. I’d thought I’d made too much at first, but No! I gobbled up the lot of it. And ate all of the Milk Roll bread… the strawberry cheesecake too!
Carer Richard arrived for the last call of the day. He was just starting his shift, so naturally, his ebullient wit had not kicked in yet. Hehe!
I looked at the Freeview listings and noticed Death Wish 2 was on in ten minutes. Got the pots washed in a hurry… this was not a good idea at all!
I dropped the tray while putting things in the sink to wash. The only solid thing tumbling was the knife – which managed to land on me. Bending down to retrieve the utensil, I coated my chin against the edge of the sink. Having continued hastily washing the pots so as not to miss the film’s start, I knocked the bowl off the sideboard. No injuries with this one. Worth mentioning?
I got back into the second-hand, £300, c1968, overwhelmingly sickening beige coloured, tatty, uncomfortable, wobbly, germ-producing, falling to pieces, food residue collecting recliner, and got the TV on again. To find I’d misread the TV menu, but it was not Death Wish 2, but Lethal Weapon 2.
Fair enough, I settled while the adverts were on, 15 minutes of the film were missed. Got myself a bag of cheese curls and a bottle of soda water to hand, and the film restarted after the commercials… Then fell into a deep sleep. To wake up, as the credits were scrolling the screen as the movie ended!
Then, after four nights of precious sleep, I assume thanks to the chloroform in the Minims eye drops, now finished; the darned annoying and alarming nasty Thought Storms started again! After four hours of nodding and jumping awake, I gave up and got up! Not that this bothers a man of my distinctly accepting and casual style.
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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REPEATEDLY IT IS NOW $26m! Plus, a guaranteed bonus & expense account
The proliferative lifestyle of this money-manipulating, smoke & mirrors man, appropriating financial growth, number-crunching for Liberty-Global oligarch, shows how cunning and clever he is. I believe there is some hocus-pocus in his getting in bed with not only buying out Virgin Media and destroying its previously good reputation; He is now involving Liberty-Global, on paper, deceptively, deftly, deliberately, maybe disingenuously, financial links with other internet companies in Europe and the UK.. ① Acquiring 1,335 million shares in Vodafone Group PLC. ② BT’s, EE will provide wholesale mobile network services to Virgin Mobile for an undisclosed price. Ironically, parent company Virgin Media, owned by Liberty Global, is the biggest competitor to BT in the provision of broadband in the UK. ③ Switzerlands Sunrise Internet. ④ SUNRISE TV & Internet & Phone Services. ⑤ Liberty Global & Telefonica have agreed to merge their British businesses in a $38 billion deal that will create a powerhouse. ⑥ All3Media: Liberty-Global a 50% ownership. ⑦ Platforma Canal+ (Poland) (17% ownership).
⑧ Telenet (Belgium) (58% ownership).
⑨ UPC Broadband. ⑩ Liberty acquired Germanys Unitymedia in November 2009 for $5.2 billion. ⑪ Global announced its acquisition of Cable & Wireless Communications. The $5.3 billion deal expanded Liberty Global’s presence into the Caribbean & greater Latin America. ⑫ They also owned a 49% stake in the majority state-owned Trinidadian telco, TSTT. ⑬ In May 2018, Liberty Global announced the sale of its operations in Germany, Hungary, Romania and the Czech Republic to Vodafone for €19 billion ($22.7 billion). The sale closed for $21.3 billion in July 2019. All of these operations, formerly named UPC (Unitymedia in Germany), were since rebranded to Vodafone. ⑭ In June 2015, Vodafone confirmed talks with Liberty Global focused on potential partnerships, but denied that a full merger was in the works. ⑮ Liberty Global invested in Guavus, a data analytics company, in September 2015. ⑯ Liberty Global announced a partnership with Amazon Prime Video. ⑰ VodafoneZiggo (50% ownership), ⑱ Vodafone Netherlands.
Oligarchs paradise!
Its respective legal names are Liberty Global Plc, Liberty Global B.V. and Liberty Global, Inc., with the first of these being publicly traded. It was formed in 2005 by the merger of the international arm of Liberty Media (in turn, a spin-off of American cable television group TCI) and UnitedGlobalCom (UGC). Liberty Global had an annual revenue of $11.5 billion in 2019, with operations in six countries and 20,600 employees. It has 10.8 million cable service subscribers, or 25.3 million revenue generation units (RGU), combining video, and internet. All this, and they still can’t get a signal that’s anything like sustainable, to me in Nottingham? And the face & cheek to put advertisements like this on the TV? I had to write these detail – Pure Jealously, you see! Hehehe!
I didn’t get to bed until 06:00hrs. 23.5 hours after getting up, yesterday. Carer Chris woketh me around 08:30 hours. I didn’t move out of the £300, bought eight years ago from the second-hand shop, Harold Haemorrhoid testing, repugnantly beige-coloured, crumb containing, virus-breeding, acne-giving, rickety, none-working recliner during the visit, and until about 11:00hrs on the second Carer call from Christopher.
Nodded off again until around about 11:00hrs.
Carer Kara called in for a minute, to check on how things went yesterday at the bank. She had to rush off, but it was a wonderful gesture to pop in to check on things. Restore one’s faith! Thank s to you, Carer Kara. ♥ Cheered me up that did.
For some reason, the flat seemed very lonely as I responded to the need for the . No doubt about it, that was still in charge of the innards.
But things did move quicker this morning. Seems I’ve acquired a habit of painfully passing to medium torpedos daily? Not so much bleeding today, either.
After the ‘passing’, I started suffering with and in unison.
Grossly unfortunate with the timing. I was ‘cleaning the rear end’. So lots of ‘bits’ of toilet paper scattered about all over the place. I waited until things started to die down jerks and shakes-wise, and stretched won to get at some that had gone behind the WC – and gave myself yet another damned on the seat leg. Same bleeding toe as I did yesterday as well. Naturally, I just laughed it off and cheerfully carried on collecting the bits of cheap toilet paper from the floor. A really lucky water hauling session from the kitchen to the wet room to refill the W.C. tank; I reported to Nottingham City Homes maintenance 3 months ago. Apart from the toe, I could not understand why was so kind to me. Then it dawned on me, I think. I was fetching the water a good six hours later in the day than usual.
Were belatedly carried out.
I got on the computer to update yesterday’s blog, and… It had to happen, of course. or else whatever would I do with no Mr Fires and Liberty-Global oligarchs to hate? Then it got maddening! It was off for about ten minutes, then back on… This time it was down for ages.
I took this photo while cursing, swearing and waiting for the reset box to work again. Twenty minutes or so later, it came back on. I started to do some comment answers. Two minutes, if that, the bloody thing died another death!.
SWINE!
The Carer arrived, Chris again, and he got the cataract drops in the eye, and medications given.
Aha, the Oligarchs allowed me an internet service again. This time for fifteen minutes. But I sickeningly lost the work I was in the middle off when it... ARGH!
I’d just about caught up with redoing the CorelDraw work lost, I’m not sure, 20 minutes or so…
Now I was getting pissed off and depressed, and sorry for myself. I was not coming back of its own accord this time. So everything turned off without a chance to save it AGAIN! Turned off the box, unplugged it gave it ten minutes and tried again… booted up the computer, but no go!
I can’t find the expletives I need to describe how I felt!
I gave up and got the meal started. Nowt special, a can of veg soup, the last of the Borscht, added some liquid smoke and the last of the leeks… well, leek. Got some spuds cubes in the oven to roast, and returned to find the internet signal back on. Oh, joy! Naturally tempered.
Car parking for Billum at The Manor Laboratories.
I missed this one, sorry. Took it earlier in the morning.
These were taken over a period of time of the wonderful moon out there.
Changing colours over the 15 minutes or so.
Made the meal, tons of it and took a photo of the tray. The photo was not on the SD card on Saturday. Huh! Just one of the many 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! Cataract Kathie, Neuropathy Pete and Doreen Dementia are the main culprits. There are others, of course!
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – Thought-Storming-Trevor Inspired – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – I Struggled With This One… Humph!– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – You may not hear/read this very often again… but apart from the eyes and a little bother in the lower regions. There was nothing bleeding or bothersome when I woke up in the £300, second-hand shop bought nine years ago, c1966, discomfiting, alarmingly beige-coloured, crumb-containing, TV remote hiding, not working recliner. It’s true! But being the warranted pessimist I am, I crossed my fingers!
It was later than usual as well. And I cannot recall waking up with the usual jumps, jolting, jarring, buffeting, or twitching very often, only a handful of times. The miracle was not having any interference from ! I do declare I think I just may have smiled to myself… Yes! And, smugly, too! Of course, my experiences in life, are not good enough for me to accept or to so with pessimism, that this situation… this one every 25 years happening; euphoria-moment, can last. I have a personal conviction that the bad luck I was born with and into, has been with me for so long, and will be so until the end. I’ve still got most of left! No false hopes for me! Anticipate the worst, and accept with penitence, disillusionment, and maintain my belief in necessitarianism. I can’t help but involve myself in self-philosophising, and fatalism, yet try to do it with resignation and stoicism. Thus, I’ve managed for many years now to handle defeats, failures and guilt. I’m well-practised in being defeated, beaten, ignored, failings, mentally and physically, and sinking into momentary depths of depression; by convincing myself I don’t deserve any better. I think my teen years activities, are now being repaid. Fair enough! Yet I love to help others when I can. Later Life became difficult and lonely. Cecutiency, deafness, and all the ailments have gathered together to affect my body and mind.
I almost feel guilty, and wonder if some of them should have been given to someone else. Too late now. Hehehe! Crikey, I waffled on there… Sorry about that.
I thought I’d try to tidy up the Carers desk, in the hope that I could think of a system for doing the eye drops so as not to miss any of them. ! As I bent down to Hoover the carpet underneath the table, I , not that it bothered me, of course. I scoffed at it, grinned and then a belated time-warped pain arrived from the . Swear? Curse? Spit? Me? Well… yes I did a bit, actually.
I sorted the four waste bins out into one black one. And hobbled with it to the front door. I knew the start today was too good!
I bent down to straighten the bag, and my mind engaged, and I realised I’d not cleaned up around the Carers table yet. That (2 things) were enough for me, to jump in and get me to lose my balance, assisted by . Great! Now I’ve broken the new two-week-old varifocal spectacles, as I caught my forehead on the corner of the wall! . But all these things are down to either 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 my born with and have onto ever since, Bloody Bad Luck! I suppose that has to take his share of the blame as well.
Well pissed off, and I went to get a bottle of water from the kitchen fridge. Lovely shade to the misty view this morning.
So I got and took this snapshot. Made a mug of Glengettie and got the computer on. Carer Candis arrived, so the tea was allowed to get cold again. I have done that regularly recently. Nice to see her again. An email from Iceland was checked. Some non-instock items. One milk loaf and one vegan slice, which means I lose out on both 3 for £5 offers. Oddly, they could manage to find two others of the same products, which I had to pay full price for. Hey-Ho! At last, got back on the blogging. Sorting the SD card photographs out, and I started involuntarily crying in both eyes! I wonder if the dry-eye spray should have been stopped taking? I’ll have to try and find out about this. I got an email with a link in it for the Iceland Delivery. I clicked on it, one stop away, but some distance away. So, I had time to respond to my second call to the . Trotsky was in charge again. And the colouring and odd flat shape as the content escaped from my innards with ease and haste. Still no Germoloid cream arrived. The Sudocrem is of no use at all. No pain relief at all. It just stains the protection pants a greeny-yellow colour. Aha! The Iceland order cometh. The kind driver carried the bags through to the kitchen for me. Glad I ordered some more toilet rolls, what with the evacuations under of control of Again the shortbreads were on offer, as were the cookies, and Carers ice cold coffees The baking potatoes were expensive. The baby new potatoes were too as it happens. Look fresh, though! The meat ends ham 3 for £5 all came. One for me, One for Carer Kara & one for neighbour Josie. That’s the plan! Hehe! I’ll see if we like the ‘Free’ strawberry yoghourt later. Same distribution plans for them. The freezer was well-filled. Cram packed! I struggled to get the Wholemeal bread inside but gave up in the end. I can get Kara to pass it on to someone who will get benefit from it. Got the fridge filled as well. Just after putting away the food and bags, Carer Kara came again. She liked the meat; and took the loaf to a resident who she said would appreciate it. A good gal, Kara. My last job with the foodstuffs was to top up the Nurses’ and Carers’ nibble & drinkies shelves. Back to the computer… Unfortunately, the Oligarchs went down for the fourth time this morning… oh, it’s well into the afternoon now. Where did all the time go?
I’m going to have the small potatoes, burnt ham, and tomatoes for my meal. I may be back! Hehehe!.
I’m Back! Wednesday morning to update what little happened next.
An especially good-looking meal was prepared. Potatoes, tomatoes and end cuts of whatever it was. It looked fantastic! Put the TV on and got settled with my feet up, the food tray balancing rather dodgily on my knees, and started to tuck in! chimed out, and Carer came in. Pulled his leg a bit about his bad timing at first, but it was my own fault for not realising how late it was. Home-based guilt! He got the medications sorted and eye drops in, in a short time, and even replaced the tray on my knee as he departed. Disappointed at the meat being 70% burnt skin. That is how I used to like it… But the decaying teggies bled and I broke a bit off of bicuspid as I did my best to eat some. Ah, well, my own fault again for buying it!
Had a go on the computer, but had several more brown-outs from famously inept mob from USA Liberty-Global. The number crunchers and Smoke & Mirrors Oligarchs. This took their tally of failures today, up to seven. Sad, innit? Computer off, and I fell asleep 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. Carer Benjamin woke me again, and I got the eye drops, and night bag attached to the . I wished him a thank you and a good break. I think he said he’s back on Saturday. A good lad.
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What a Busy Mind-Testing Day! It is now Friday morning. Been up for two hours, and only just started this blog – and there is a lot to relate. Sorry, it going to be cut short – another busy day Friday, methinks, with Social Services and Jillie might be calling. Such a load of info: I can’t guarantee this is in the correct chronological order. Better get started… – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
The overnight dark-coloured urine bag was removed.
Legs & feet not looking too bad at all!
Within minutes a summoning from the innards to visit the . So, I did! A closer check on the limbs. A smidge more blown, but not a lot… Hard work passing, yet messy when it evacuated? The usual agony and misery of fetching buckets of water from the kitchenette sink to refill the not-working W.C. water tank. I reckon it’s been about two months out of action. And the last letter from the NCH Maintenance told me they were coming on 17th July. So if I’ve got it right, that means a 16-week wait; But more importantly, 16 weeks of agony, carrying four buckets of water every time I go for a dump! They must be busy. Thank Heavens for the Carers! They give the back a good rub with the Phorpain Gel, sometimes needing three applications, but always first and last thing at night. Having this done regularly, I do believe it’s helped ease the pain a lot. Thank You!
Took a snap of the morning view. Made a brew, but for some reason, it tasted horrible? So. back to the bottled water for me.
Arrived. And rang the TSB for me. It took the gal ages to get through, options recorded messages etc. I could not hear, but had to speak to the man we got… relied on Kara to translate – the man asked a question, I said ‘Yes’ Not recognised, I said suit again and nothing… moments later we were cut off! Kara rang back and spoke, rang off and told me they ‘Cannot send me statements through the post unless I ring and request one? Not only do the Spanish Oligarchies who own TSB close all their branches; they are becoming as friendly and helpful as Putin!. Remember the Spanish Oligarch’s lying adverts?
TSB announced the closure of a further 85 branches!
The closures will take place between April and June 2022 and will result in the loss of around 150 jobs. There followed 94 more branch closures… Not many left to close now!
Made a mug of Glengettie tea. Only four biscuits were dunked with it! Honestly!
I got onto the computer, a very late start; it’s taken me until Friday to get back on it. A nightmare! YET AGAIN – ONCE MORE – ARRGH!!! What with a bank that has no branches open and a most unhelpful helpline staff who cut you off, and refuse to send you Bank Statements unless you ask every month! The Worlds worst, most vile, incompetent, Oligarch driven Internet, Liberty-Global Virgin going down for the 9th time in three days. Losing work I was in the middle of… Grrr!
So, I started to prep the food for later on. Then, the Asda order arrived… The freezer was full now… The fridge too! I thought I’d done it again, ordered something in error when I found two bottles of Strawberry Milk-Shake. But in the morning, pointed out the ‘Free Sample ticket on them. The highlights of this order were... getting the pink soda water (My favourite) on this delivery, at last. And also some Caramelised Cookies (My favourites) No rush to get things stored, as $26 million a year with guaranteed bonuses and an open expense account Mr Fries, one of the Liberty-Global Virgin Media top-dogs internet service, was still not working. I bet he’s worried about this? Embarrassed, maybe too?
I went through the on-off routine with the usual, regular, sickening, overcharging incapable Liberty-Global Virgin Media problem. No Luck! So disconnected the hub, gave it a minute or two and reset it. No Luck! Repeated the resetting, and (it must have been a mistake on the part of Liberty-Global Virgin Media… but it came back on. However… I’d lost all the CorelDraw graphics I’d imported and doctored… plus I had to resave the work in another file name. I’m not sure who is the biggest toss-pot of a company. or It’s a close-run thing, you know. But the smoke & mirrors Liberty-Global Virgin deserve to be the top-wankers for their repeated failure and then sending me this email, to really confuse me and earn my utter hatred. Sorry about putting this on again, but it baffles and scares me!
If the Life-Line is going through a hub that keeps going down, they could kill me! I don’t mind snuffing it. That’s all part of life; I hate to think that they will get away with it, should I have another stroke or heart attack and cannot get help, and I clock out. Which can’t be avoided. But, if anyone in the legal trade would make a note of this, and I could get some compensation… well, not me, I’ll be at St Peter’s gate arguing with him about my life struggles. Please note that a percentage of any dosh you get, please send to the RSPCA and Mental Health UK. Thanks. Oh, and some for the staff at Winwood Court. Cheers again! You can keep the rest for yourself.
I got a call from Social Services, regarding the meeting I had at the Coppice Mental Health Hospital yesterday, Brain Scan results, MCI & Dementia. Things I must have told them about. Not a good line for my hearing, I’m afraid. Also, I got a little confused during the conversation. No idea what, if anything, was decided about. But nice that they are listening, and reacting.
I did an order for next week from Iceland. Blogging again.
A couple of photos were taken prepping the nosh.
Looking good now… PAREIDOLIAING Can you see any features, faces or animals in the clouds?
Finally, I got around to making & eating the meal! Boy, did I enjoy this one? Taste-Rating 9/10!
I even remembered watching a ‘Heartbeat’ episode… Without falling asleep when the adverts came on!
The evening Carer Called, got the night bag attached tothen the lad put some on my lower back for me. Certainly helps this regular gelling.
The nearest thing to a sunset was missed as I fell asleep. But I got up and took these after-shots.
Now, when I want to sleep – I couldn’t! Yet the lasted for less than usual. Replaced with fuddle-minded worrying of a vague nature. No panicking. Just an uncomfortable sense of losing control.
This will not do! I am a natural-born worrywart, an over-thinker.
A neurotic-fusspot, a pessimist of the highest order.
Today, I’ve been almost nonchalant about my problems & worries? absent-minded, addlepated, muddleheaded, slaphappy…that is not unusual as
Tom Jones sang. But with added long moments of feeling vague, faraway, which bemused me! I felt I ought to be feeling harassed, annoyed, frustrated, disappointed, discontented, and even exasperated!
But no! Amidst the serious issues that should have been getting to me, I found myself singing Cliff Richard songs to myself? Things were highlighted when I got a phone call on a Saturday of all days; oh, no, it’s Sunday, even more surprising, from the hospital telling me my name has gone down on the waiting list for the cataract operation. No one told me it had been taken off the list? Obviously, she said smugly, you will go to the back of the waiting list? But was I bothered? No! I think I told her it would be understandable to get younger people done cause they have years to live and will need their eyesight more than I do. I puzzled myself with that at first. But it’s right, innit? Then my not seen for months on end friend, Jillie, phoned me. She’s coming to see me next week. Splendid!Anyway, the moments of weirdness reverted to worry-bucketing, over-self-analysing and disparaging about 20:30hrs. Suddenly I’m back to the sour, dour self frame of mind again. At first this morning, I felt being so carefree was so unnatural to me. Now, I wish I could go back into it again. I can’t win, can I?
For the first ten hours since wakefulness arrived, I fear the now much-missed ‘Out-of-it’ period continued. No notes were taken down, very few photographs were taken, and even fewer were remembered. I’ll do my bestest with what I can recall and what few piccies that I apparently took – well, they were on the SD card.
The red knee, in the grip of . Wee-wee a little darker.
The feet looked a lot better! Only two visits up till now. (21:05hrs).
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. Early views.
. Later shots… Taken in two different modes. Oddly, I can’t recall which.
The latest shot of the refitting & building.
No chance of any sunset tonight. Still Bootiful.
Struggled with the computer again. ♥ Got a call from Jillie! ♥. Bless her; she’s going to call on me next week!
Hurrah! The meal photo made its way onto the SD card!
Note the two American doughnuts on the gold paper plate? Nice!. I ate the lot! Taste Rating: 7.2/10.
Emptying the day bag, and the urine was not a good colour!
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SWEET MORPHEUS Talk about resistance! It must have been four hours before I nodded of. Then, the Dreamt Thought Storms attacked. Revenge for my earlier hours of the Couldn’t-Care-Less mood. Three hours later, I was up and doing the fearful at times . Things got a little messy! I was full of fear and dread. But no idea why?
I was woken by the arrival Carer, and I tested my body for signs of my current favourite ailment attacks. I’d barely moved in 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; the moment I tried to lift a foot off of the chair…
Heavens above! The feet and toes were swollen with liquid. Under the toes, it was agony to stand, let alone hobble anywhere. My balance was all over the shop, too. So I took the medications from the Carer and enjoyed a little natter.
An amazing coloured sky this morning. Not a good light for taking photographs, though.
I did my bestest and tried a couple of times; this is the better of the two.
The was needed as the chap departed. So, I decided to get them done after the battle against the not-working/refilling W.C. water tanks, and hits mornings struggle was one of the worse in the two weeks that the plumbing mechanism was reported to Nottingham City Homes. For sure had returned! Talk about resistance! I had to keep painfully urging things along repeatedly; the worst was when the concrete torpedo was half evacuated, and things stopped moving for a while. Arrgh! I feared something was going to rip open! It must have taken half an hour to get it out, with a thud and splashing water – followed by complete and utter relief! Thank Gawed that the evacuation was out without any injuries; they were the odd specks of blood, but that’s to be expected. The most thing was that were not too painful at all. The first mystery of many today! Having achieved this first mission, the Dangerous one remained, collecting the water to refill the non-working water W.C. tank.
Not easy, especially with carrying the walking stick and the state of the feet and toes. OF course, my E.Q. knew what was… likely to happen, and it did. On the last trip, , along with a flash of ‘s attention at the same time; just as I was going into the wet room. I lost my grip on the bucket but managed to throw it inside the wet room and avoided a mess in the hallway. I decided to get washed and shaved in the wet on the floor, in case I had any more , and save having to clean and dry things twice. An unexpected touch of logic there from the old chap?.
A Work of Art No, that’s not what I mean… FARCICAL-MAYHEM That’s better!
Approx. 08:00hrs; I was going to do the teeth first. But another mystery arose; I just could not find the toothbrush? Had I thrown it in the bin yesterday? Or put it in my dressing gown pocket?
So, now teggie cleaning today! I totally forgot about using the shower and set about, with the aid of Dettol, Carbolic soap, nail brushes, flannels and the picker upperer, to have a stand-up scrubbing down… which was not easy at all. What with the extra-long tube on , trying desperately not to catch and pull the tube, then remembering to dry the pouch again without pulling at it and having a blood flow from poor little Little Inchies, vulnerable . Naturally (almost), I tugged the tube drying behind the pouch, and the blood flowed onto the wet floor. I just carried on. It was a watery mess in there anyway, and I will get it sorted later.
Then, the SHAVING… I bet you expected me to tell you of all the cuts and haemoglobin flowing down, taking a circular route down my bloated belly, and joining the blood flow coming from poor Little Inchies ever most bothersome Fungal Lesion? You’d be right! A dollop of liberally applied Brut aftershave soon stopped the leaks. (Not on Little Inchie, I hasten to mention, I’m not a sadist. Hehe!) Just on the chin, lip and ear lobes – I’m not sure how I cut the ear lobe in the first place. It could have been a micro-shake from , or .
I took some anti- capsules. Then, got the alert wristbands on, not forgetting the wristlet Alert Alarm. Then treated Little Inchies Fungal Lesion with plain cream as best I could. Just plonked it on and then gently winced, and that was that. Did my best to pain gel the awkward to get to try medicating. Rubbed some into the knees. Some of the ointment went on the floor, but plenty of cold water was down there to do no harm. Dried the bum well and applied copious amounts of the dearer than gold weight for weight, Germoloid Ointment. Dearer than the Germoloid Cream but much more soothing. The ear and eye drops were put in; there was a drop or two that actually got into the eyes this time! Hehehe! I got the slightly less painful to wear but very costly new Tena for Men and P.P.s. Rebanded the wristlets. Then, started Cleaning Up The Wet Room. I left at 10:00hrs. That took a long time! Longer than usual… is the cause of this farcicalness!
Ah! , on the server trolley in the wet room, naturally, obviously on one of the toes that had !
The & activities took me, I believe, a good 2hrs-10min, including the and . Oh, and the cleaning up!
The being enlarged, scaffolded house caught my immediate attention. Seeing this work reminded me of the old ‘Auf Wiedersehen’ T.V. series. Especially when the lads are working n it. The next snap taken was to the right of the kitchen window. Displaying the flats’ balconies and the gravel footpath by the tree copse into Woodthorpe Park.
Sad, really; I used to hobble up there so often in my pre-handicapped days.
I had a moment or two of self-pity to cope with.
But I soon pulled myself out of it, sternly talking to myself. Self-disgust at me self-pitying moments. I was rather proud of that!
Then learnt out of the window as far as I dare, with a good grip on the camera loop, to take a shot of the Winwood Heights car park below Woodthorpe Court, where I dwell in hell. Hehehe! Only joking!
A confirmation call from Deep Vein Thrombosis, Anti-Coagulation Therapy, Warfarin clinic, Haematology Angel Hristina ♥, that she will be calling on me next Tuesday to take a blood sample for analysis & INR Level. Super news!
I started the computer and opened CorelDraw to add the photographs of the day. And found that several snaps had not made it onto the S.D. card… yet again!
I think the right foot was getting thinner, with less fluid content? (But this did not last long. She was soon all bloated & painful.Tsk! The keep trying to come up, but they soon disappear, but never for long? It seems that after the washing etc., in the wet room hours & hours ago, I’d put all the wristlet bands into one wrist for some reason. As I often do, I could not remember the word Dementia; as usual, I glanced at the bands on the left arm… it was not there! You’d be gobsmacked at what I did then… (I was!) I went into the wet room and searched around… no luck; I Tried the kitchen, the same result, so back into the rubbish… I mean, the front room. Then, I glanced at my other wrist as I got on the computer, still not remembering the word. . What a . My brain is !
All of the poor-quality sunset photos and the one of the meal were lost into the ether, never to be seen again! It was only chips and bread with BBQ sauce, but I enjoyed it. Taste-Rating: 6.6/10.
Ah, hang on, though. Did I really take the shot of the nosh? My admittedly unreliable, unpredictable, somewhat retention-lacking memory may just perhaps, possible, could, might be wrong here. As I recall, the late Carer called as I was about to settle to eat the meal – Yes… I may not have taken the snap, but I meant to? Being confused, apart from being an accessible mode to live in, no effort is required. You see, will take care of all that for you!
Would I have all these problems if I was born into an oligarchy?
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Talk about relaxed and out-of-it!
Nothing hassled me, and there was plenty of
reasons to get upset.
I’ll use the few photos I took. Cheers from him, who’s lost it!
First photo after the calamity of carrying the water from the kitchenette to refill the still unmended, non-working W.C. tank.
Lost balance and dropped the bucket.
Got the shave and washing done and really worked hard to get the P.P.s on. A minor Accifauxpas hit my back on the door when I toppled precariously but did not go down. Naturally, this kicked off BPB Back-Pain-Brenda. Been nibbling painkillers throughout the day, yet it didn’t phase me, and I kept calm?
Cleaned up the mess from the bucket fiasco… well, the water, W.C. and checked the taps were off!
Took another shot from the same place.
I got deep into concentrating on the blog work. The Carer arrived, & did the medicationalisticalisationing.
♥ Heavenly Delight! ♥ Then, I do like this title; The QMC Haematology, Anticoagulation, Deep Vein Thrombosis, Warfarin nurse called to take my blood sample to check the INR level. Sweet Hristina ♥
My Pareidoliaing came to the fore when I looked at yesterday’s photo above. Danged if I can see it now, but I saw a pig’s face and snout in the photo. This encouraged me to make this graphic. Blown if I can see it now… but it’s well late in the day before I got to doing this blog, and my eyes are always worserer when I get tired.
Afternoon shot, taken when I went to the kitchen to make my first mug of Glengettie tea. (I said I was feeling odd, didn’t I?). I left it on the side near the kettle, and I heard the phone going off. Hobbled to get it answered before whoever it was, rang off.
It was the lady from the QMC Haematology, Anticoagulation, Deep Vein Thrombosis, and Warfarin Clinic. She reminded me that I have missed the last four appointments with my Doctors to give my blood sample. I calmly stated: I’ve had all your letters telling me, and the Carer rang the Doctors for me, who said there were no appointments made at all. She asked about my eating and, what the Carers do for me, how do they give the medications. In my hand in a tub. Do they always give you the correct medications? No idea; I usually just take them and swallow them. I trust them. Adding: That’s because when I took them myself, I was getting them wrong. That’s why the carers started coming. When I mentioned to her that the haematology nurse came this morning, she was not aware of this. I can’t remember the other questions, but there were plenty of them.
I had to visit the Porcelain Throne for the third time, which of course, entailed the struggle with the buckets of water to refill the not-working W.C. tank. BPB was already bad but got worse!
I added some more Paracetamol to my order for tomorrow, with a packet of Nuro… whatever they are called, to the order.
Took a photo of the early evening view. Noticing that a local house was having an extension built.
I am a nosy devil! Hehehe!
Care Jodie arrived. Got the evening medications sorted for me. We had a mini-gossip and a laugh.
The leg was itching underneath the day pouch. The weeing got more frequent suddenly.
Evening shot. Pareidoliaing opportunity here?
Carer arrived. I got on the computer after the gal went off on her rounds, I fetched another bottle of
spring water, and took this shot above.
Well, I must get something to eat. Back in the morning… well…
Tuesday Morning 0650hrs Catch-up…
So, tired, and the return of a was coming on. After two days of hairy-fairyness and feeling out of it, this came almost as a shock to me. The depths of misery flooded my every essence, and I genuinely feared for my sanity – I wasn’t coping well at all with this bout of sudden despondency. Yet as I had two, almost at the same time, this seemed to bring me back to normalcy… well, as close as I’ll ever get to it, anyway, with my mind withering with being eaten and tormented by accompanied by the day-long pains from . (Nearly lost the plot there with waffling).
An erupted as I was washing the pots. I made a grab for Metal-Mickey, knocked my knee against the cabinet, and toppled a dish from the draining board; that hit the , catching and knocking the release valve on its way down to smash, seemingly at the time, into a million pieces, as I wee’d down my leg onto the kitchenette floor, and into my slipper! I cursed and swore proliferously as my first reaction to the . Initially, my language and responses were getting increasingly more volatile.
❶ I closed the catheter pouch valve first actioning.
❷ Got my slipper off and binned it.
❸ Then, trod on some of the broken crockery pieces.
❹ Swept up the pottery slivers. Sealed and binned them.
❺ Got the Speed-Mop out and cleaned the floor.
❻ Stood in a bucket with Dettol in the water and cleaned and sanitised my foot.
❼ Refilled the bucket with water so it was ready for my next need of the , to refill the still-not-working W.C. tank.
❽ These actions had given , a new impetus to inflict even more pain on me!
❾ I took a Codeine and Paracetamol.
Then at long last, got around to making a scratch meal. Close to midnight now! Made some cheesy potato mash and found some, hopefully, in-date soy mini-sausages in the fridge, with a good splashing of BBQ sauce. Two bread rolls and a pot of strawberry dessert. Very nice simple nosh; I was too tired to bother with anything fancy. Flavour-Rating: 7.10.
It was while ingesting this surprisingly edible meal… that I realised that I had calmed down so much since the last round of cruel , apart from the pain they left me in, they seem to have had no lasting detrimental implications now at all?
The gave me a break last night. ! However, the combined forces of and rejuvenated assured me of another bad night for waking up far too often. Humph!
