I dropped off to sleep easier last night. Three hours later, I burst almost nervously wide awake to find myself needing the NWWB (Nocturnal-Wee-Wee-Bucket), with once again, a lot of PMAD (Post-Micturition-After-Dribbling) following the main event. That did it, of course. I tried but could not get back to sleep. So I was up and about before midnight again! Humph!.
Around midnight, I hobbled into the kitchen and was well pleased with the view from the window. Returned to fetch the Lumix camera to use its night-view option; I was determined to catch the clouds before darkness hid them from view. going to reach for the camera that was charging, I knocked a bottle of spring water off of the ottoman; Guess what it fell on? Smack on the poor right foots Onychovryptosis: ingrowing toenail! Of course, I just smiled and laughed it off! Got the Lumix taken to the kitchen and took these three pictures on the left of the first part of Saturday morning.
I was pleased with how they came out, not smug, just satisfied with them, compared to yesterday’s efforts. Made a brew of J Sainsbury’s Brown Label tea… or is it Red Label? Not sure? I went to the computer, booted it up and got sphygmomanometerisationing! I like to drop the odd long words now and then. It’s a habit of mine called sesquipedalian loquaciousness. Oh, I’m glad I’ve used those words at last on my blog; I’ve been meaning to for months. Hehe!
Ay-up!, , , . : Grrreat! astonishing, wonderful, stunning, spectacular, startling, absolutely stupendous… in fact, I’d even say intimidating.SYS 135, PULSE 82, and Temperature 35.1°f were all in the Green Zone! The DIA was in the Amber at 77! The best days returns on the Health Checks for… well, I can’t recall having a better one! I probably have had one, but it was way back, if at all! , several times. Then I added an illusionary medal and upped it to Class One, Grade A! I thought at first, I can’t wait to see what it is like tomorrow… then things suddenly calmed down, and my moment of sheer joy dwindled down to one of contentment with reservations. You see, my EQ spoke to me… He just said, “Don’t expect too much, mate!” So, I didn’t”
Went on the WordPress Reader. Hurrah! I worked dedicatedly, diligently and resiliently on updating the Friday blog… Okay, then;I made an error after bloomer got lost a couple of times altogether; One when I went for a wee-wee and couldn’t pick up the thread I was on before… and another when I went to unlock the door for the Carer coming. I was in CorelDraw at the time, and when I got back, I started to decorate the wrong page Thursdays, not Fridays and got all mixed up with what photos were for which day. was on form. But after an hour or so, it was beginning to make part sense and progress with the correctionalisationing, then… rang, and Charly came in. My mind was a little muddled (Nothing new there). Charly got the medications done, and absolutely amazing; I realised that I’d not had the two yellow Omeprazole capsules, only one. No idea how I remembered, but was so glad I did. Because has been far less bothering since the Doctor doubled the dosage. Charly hasn’t been since the change to two a day. We had a natter, but I’m blown if I know what about. I think I did a lot of talking that may have been slightly jumbled up. Tsk! Charly took the waste bags and treats in thanks with her as she left. I poddled back to the computer and sat, all confused as to what and where I was doing and up to before Charly arrived.
I wasn’t exactly in top form this morning. And decided to leave blogging for a while and decided to get something to eat. Got some chips into the oven and titivated the kitchen a smidgeon while they cooked. Getting the tray of chips out of the oven… now I know this may be hard to believe… I burnt my knuckle in the oven tray. Got some Germolene on it, and the ointment bubbled! Hahaha!. Note the clenched fingers? That was because Colin Cramps had just kicked off. As I was laying the meal tray, I dropped the pot of lemon Soya yoghourt, which proceeded to hit my foot, and the tub burst open… I think EQ was right to warn me not to get too excited. Cleaned the mess and me up. And settled to eat this extremely early meal. The buttered Sourdough cob is what I’d saved in a food bag in the fridge from yesterday.The chips and tomatoes with it were worth a food rating of 8/10. Slept for a dream-filled three hours. No sense of what they were about.
Got back on the blog updating and gave up trying to get it spot-on. I posted the error-filled Inchcock Today off to WordPress. Set creating this template… and fell asleep in the computer chair! Woke up in the jump.
I took these photos two pictures on the right, out through the glass in the balcony windows. The car park on the front, and the ens one. Caught the little fog walking its owner out through the mudslide route onto Chestnut Way, the end car park. I took a portrait-shaped shot of the dead-end of the car parking. Does it look to you as if the white van is parked on top of the grey roof of the electricity/maintenance shed?
It does to me. Then again, I have the assistance of Glaucoma Gladys, Cataract Katie and Saccades-Sandra in my pareidolia and apophenia figure and funny things searches.
There seem to be a lot of vehicles parked up this morning… oh, it’s afternoon now.
The cars on the left will be electric-powered ones, using the recharging units the Nottingham City Homes have kindly fitted during the upgrading of Winwood Heights.
I wonder if they might get some mechanical Aorta-Valve replacement charging units installed? Hehehe! Another hour in the land of nod – all very welcome, even in bits and pieces.
When I woke up, the place had gone all dark early in the afternoon. A bit of drizzling outside.
I took these photographs of the Carer’s Table and kitchen window to show how dark it suddenly was.
The bottom one, which I cannot remember taking, let alone why I took it? If I took it?
Just all a part of the mysteries and enigmas of Woodthorpe Court! The ghosts, wraiths, spectres, cacodemons, apparitions and other grotesqueries haunt the hallways and lobbies, searching for me to create ambiguities, abstrucities, perplexities, misfortunes and botherations, to scare, worry and baffle me! And a Lumix camera that seems to take photos of its own accord. Possibly assisted by and maybe .
I got on with creating this blog. The mistakes, errors and mind blanks persisted in hampering me. But I did do better this session. That was until I decided a mug of Thompson’s Punjana tea would go down a treat. Off to the kitchen. The light did not come on! A good job I had the nosh early. Of course, it’s too late now to ask for help by ringing the maintenance people. No staff on at the weekends. Oh, lucky me! And where did the time go? The evening Carer is due shortly already. It’d gone 18:00hrs! Mind you, the Carers tend to come much later at the weekends. I’m always woken up by them. Getting back to sleep… well, mission impossible. Pressed on with a file of words to use for the Odes, it was recorded as last being saved on Nov 5th, 2017… about time I got it sorted. Hehe!
Arrived, it was Charly. Been a long day for her. Got the meds sorted. She opened the curtains when she heard the fireworks. I couldn’t hear or even see them with the blinds drawn to. After Charly had gone, I spent ages in the kitchen, trying to catch some rockets going off in the night sky.
Unbelievable how I managed to miss them so easily! Only three of the pictures had any on the frame, and they were so small.
I seem to e having problems with the Lumix camera again. Not that I counted them, but I felt I’d taken about twelve frames. When it came to loading them into the computer – there were five that said: ‘Unable to read this…’ I even had to try deleting each one several times before the camera did so? Four were so bad that I didn’t even bother with them. Which left me with several pictures that had not even made it onto the SD card again? I got them on the computer and turned everything off. Disappointed!
As I was getting closed down, at about 21:30hrs, the noisy sod in the flat above started knocking and banging again. We will have to meet and discuss this.
Was again reluctant to allow me some shut-eye. I put the TV on and watched a programme about Morecome & Wise… a long one too. Then Morpheus relented, I the usual waking up for no apparent reason, maybe saying a naughty word, but then got off again. Maybe eight times in the five glorious hours in total in the land of nod. Didn’t wake up properly until 06:00hrs… so that was better, but could be better still… Stop moaning, Inchcock!
Life is a dretch, so you may as well turn off the killswitch!
I actually got some sleep last night. I admit, not a lot, but the sleep lasted more than for the last three nights put together – 5-hours! I woke around 05:30hrs, and after pondering over what day it was and what needed to be tended to… out of the blue grew! I was sure that something favourite suspected, , was my most regularly committed one, of leaving a hot water tap running.
If anyone was taking a video or filming in the flat for the next ten minutes or so. They would have captured enough comedy material to sell a series of comedy sketches to a TV channel! Of course, it’s all just everyday life to me! Here’s how I remember it going:
❶ Flapped about to get free of the recliner, and instead of getting up on my feet, my bum hit the chair, then the carpet. Bump Bumped! But this only delayed me for a minute. Somehow I got up on my pins within seconds? (Or, did I) I soon regained a modicum of control in my mission to check every room. ❷ Even though I could feel and sense the blood coming from Harold’s Haemorrhoids, I had to do these checks; whatever happened! ❸ Into the kitchenette, all the usual checks, windows, oven, stove, microwave, slow cooker and the taps (faucets). All clear there… ❹ Checked the front door, which was locked as it should be. I did unlock it then, as with getting up late, there is a possibility of the Carer arriving early. ❺ Into the wet room – I gave the door frame a shoulder charge as I went in – Luckily though, and for the first time ever, I hit my left shoulder on the door – thus, I avoided waking up or disturbing or damaging the right Covid booster arm, by clouting the right shoulder. Having semi-satisfied , you can never guarantee this fully; I returned to the front room to get my clothes on and get the brain running. ❻ Brian Ricks, Charlie Chaplin and Del Boy to have performed what happened as I got the trousers on, any better than I did. Of course, for them to do it, needed a script, but my performance and facial expression needed no acting. Again though, to be fair, I couldn’t see my face; bewilderment, I imagine, is one word anyone seeing it might happen to use. Here’s the rundown as best as I can explain it:
❼ I got the trews on and knew I would get the ablutions done next and medicate the poor . I quickly pulled the belt to close the buckle – (bearing in mind these belts were only bought 3 or 4 weeks ago from Amazon). The buckle shot off, hitting the computer screen at the other end of the room, and the perfect trouser drop (Comedy-wise) was performed! I later found the buckle pin, three rivets and an unidentified metal ring on the floor.
❽ The belt itself fell limply to the floor, hitting a !
This ended any of my enjoyment of or seeing the funny side of the occasion. And not a soul, other than me, to see the happening. It just doesn’t seem fair to me! I could have had a belated career as a comedy writer! Humph! Mind you, with my blog followers list being so high, I should be content. They both occasionally email me.
To the wet room next. , Teggies, teeth, and then shaving. Kept down to just two mini-ones. Then under the shower. After today’s start with the trousers, somehow, I enjoyed the unrushed showering session greatly. Oh, and the showering, I kid you not, was free!
I fear something of a mind-blank happened here!
When the memory returned, complete with the ‘brain-freeze’ results. I was in the right predicament because I did not know what I was doing on the computer in the slightest. I’d got the Blog open, CorelDraw, the Ode Writer on Word, the calendar and WordHippo all open! Something I never do; is open so many programmes, but there you are… as lost as I am, presumably. On the memory pad on the side of the computer, it said, “Took photos”
Which I show here on the left. Apart from the fact that they obviously made bad efforts at photography, I can tell you nothing.
Ah, the next line, which may or not be helpful, says, ‘ Inspired?
It also appears that Carer Sam had been, and we had a chat and a laugh. And the Pentac bottle dose-pot, I found wet on the kitchen draining board. So I knew she’s been, I looked up, on the Meridian record folder. I can’t remember washing it, so I assume Sam did it for me? A vague memory of walking her to the front door and wishing well as she took the waste bag with her? Aha, I vaguely remember doing this line. Took a photo of the flats in town, then zoomed in to take a close-up of the block. No reason why I did this on the pad.
I assume something witty, clever or interesting must have come into my mind? (They do that sometimes, you know – the last time was about 1966).
Found a note written on the wrong pad, and I realised it was for today, but only when I read it: Four visits to the Porcelain Throne in three hours! I bet I bored Carer Sam with that bit of news? Hahaha! Maybe not. Sorry the mind-blank to the memory away, now.
And after doing the checks again, I set about sorting out what it was I was up to with the computer. It must have taken me hours to get sorted… Well, partly understood. Then I got the Friday blog finished and posted off. By then, it was about 14:00hrs!
Pretty confused and not totally content with the mind-blanks increasing. Glad I’ve got the face-to-face with Dr Vindla coming up on Tuesday morning. I shall try to be a bit pushier when telling her the facts of what I’m going through. It will be interesting to see what she says, and I might learn if she is ignoring was worries, as it seems to be to me. But of course, as I am nowadays, I just don’t know.
The was Kylie who arrived, and she got the medications sorted. She was in a hurry, but she kindly read the first part of this blog about the trousers and said it read hilariously and that I should show it to the other Carers. Hehehe! That cheered me up magnificently! She took the bin bag with her as she left, and I clearly remember locking the door.
Oh, better do them, belatedly…
I finally got on with creating this blog – sounds so easy, doesn’t it? But, no! . What did I do? I’ll tell yers! I’d made a base template for Sunday, and I started this blog on that one! I even got confused when copying and pasting to the right post – and had to start afresh again! However annoying as this was, I handled it with more aplomb than the earlier cock-ups; because I’d cheered up since Chloe’s visit. I hope I’ve not got the Carers’ names mixed up? Worrying about this is all part of the attention from . The never existed until after Doreen started calling. The Memory-Blanks, either. If, and I’m not saying I expect, the Doctor ignores the signs again, I shall have to swap Doctors. Although, there is nothing to indicate a different quack will be any more interested in listening than Dr Vindla, either. Rambling on again there, sorry!
Well, with all the farcical events today, it is already four hours beyond my usual Shut-Eye time! And I’ve not had anything to eat yet. I shall have to get something quick and get my head down.
Oh, blimey, I’ve just remembered the mushrooms that I put in the slow cooker – around 15 hours ago!
I took the top photo just after putting them in the bowl. I’ll go to photograph what they look like now… back in a bit… I hope.
The bottom two I’ve just taken.
Shrunk a bit, haven’t they? Hehehe!
I had a job prising the mushrooms out of the porcelain bowl of the slow cooker. The scalded finger will heal. I had to manually pull most of them out, but it wasn’t worth the pain and effort. Still, if I need something leather-like to mend any holes in my shoes, I’m already set up? So, no mushrooms with the rice tonight, fair enough. I get the meal made mushroomless, of course, and catch up in the morning in the event that I wake up, of course. TTFN. Sunday AM, late, very late, updated this blog. Found this email from Amazon. Checked on the tracker, and it’s not yet dispatched. Made the most belated meal; BBQ rice (microwaveable), with 7-Mediterranian roasted vegetable sauce heated in the saucepan. A lemon yoghourt. and got settled. No mushrooms, of course!
I was going to have the last two microwave sausages; I even put them on top of the microwave to remind myself. As far as I know, they are still there.
Yet again, Sweet Morpheus was reluctant to permit to nod off. Even putting the TV on didn’t help. It must have been four hours before sleep came – then it was another load of weird dreams with it. Humph!
I was deep in the Land-of-Nod; burst forth from the door chime, I wriggled with embarrassment in the £300, bought eight years ago from the second-hand shop, Harold Haemorrhoid testing, repugnantly beige-coloured, bleak, crumb-containing, virus-breeding, acne-giving, rickety, none-working recliner0 Realising I had not unlocked the door, I rose up onto my feet, a little too quickly and, fell back down into the recliner, and poor old paid the price, as they started to trickle out warm blood into the Protection Pants. I was well pleased I had them on! Even poorer, Car Richard has to wait so long for me to get to the door (Sorting the piles and new pants on); I thought he might ask me if he could have a shave. Hahaha! He’d waited that long to get in!
Things were hectic, and so much going wrong; I didn’t even start this blog until Wednesday. The many problems start here, but will be in the short form to save time, else I’ve never gotten around to doing today’s blogs started either!
Richard seemed in and out quickly today, but of course, I was and got more confused as the day went on. Humph! After Richard had gone (A lot of writhing on the memory pad about Richards’s visit, but was unreadable). Got the Health Checks done. , and got dressed, mostly in a haze. I found a few later on. Mug of tea and started the Ode for Tuesday. (Which, I’ve only just finished 05:00hrs Wednesday Morning!!!
The doctor phoned: Told her of the Paramedics and the Gyna. Lansoprozole Capsule to be increased straight away, 15 to 30ml. She told me to call the Surgery reception and book a Face to Face meeting regarding the results of the Severe Frailty Test. It sounded like an order from Hitler and had a tinge of a threat in it? Hahaha! The problem now; is to get hold of ILC (Independent Living Coordinator), Oberstgrüppenfuhreress, Warden and Primo Ballerina, Warden Deana, to ask for help phoning. Also, is the left arranged for the Covid booster jab?
So, I rang Deana to ask about the lift first, and hose said she’ll ring Easy-Lift… is that their name? To ring me back, must remember to ask her to call the wack to make a face-to-face meeting.
I took the photos on the left here while making a brew of Thompson’s Punjana tea. A lot of vehicles parked up this morning.
I have a bit of a possible Memory Blank here. What bit of writing there is on the notepad is ridiculously deciphered, scrawled and unintelligible.
I vaguely recall going to the Porcelain Throne for a second time, but have no idea; how things went.
The next thing readable on the memory prompt pad was that the intercom flashed It was the Asda food order that had arrived. Five substitutions; one was sent back, Chicken sauce for BBQ? Most of Richard’s treats had arrived. Beef in black bean sauce. An eight-pack of tangy Cumberland sausages. Glad I got the belly pork for Richard; I know he said how much he liked them, hope I got the right flavour. The Lemon Soya desserts look interesting; they have a long date on them, so I’ll eat the vegan lemon yoghourts first. The new 7-Mediterranean Vegetable sauce with basil came, but I have doubts about my decision to try this one. Just a feeling that I’ll not like it? Had to make do with BBQ sauces of brands substituted that I’ve never tried as well. A feeling I’ve eased my money here!
The bag of small potatoes didn’t look too fresh. I’ll try them tomorrow, all being well. But I’ve my doubts over how fresh they are and will last? I’ll ask Richards, if he comes, to check the dates for me.
Got the things stored away in the fridge and cupboards. Drank the cold tea.
And meandered into the balcony to take a snap of the end car park again.
Wowser! The spiders from somewhere had been busy. I took a close-up view of the car park. Three vehicles, one parked perfectly and two not so perfectly. Hehe!
Then, I foolishly took out the SD card from the Lumix camera and put it in the reader to download later.
I took the mug to be washed. I’d left the window open, and I must have had 40 or 50 meat flies of varying sizes in the kitchen Heck of a time-consuming effort to get rid of them!
ILC (Independent Living Coordinator), Oberstgrüppenfuhreress, Warden and Primo Ballerina, just married Warden Deana phoned to say she had arranged the lift for the Covid booster on the 20th, and the Diabetes Riverside for the 28th, Bless her cotton socks. I asked if she could also call the Quack for a Face to Face meeting for the results of the Frailty Assessment on the 24th. She kindly said she would come up later.
Then, my bugbear, as it is to thousands of other idiots who unknowingly joined Virgin Media: Before Liberty-Global, led by the smoke & mirrors, number-crunching, blurring of facts & figures, hocus-pocus, nod & a wink, mumbo-jumbo, misleading $23.6m a year, plus bonuses and an expense account salaried Mike Fries bought-out Virgin Media. And has done such a clinically-perfect job of destroying the previously good reputation of the company by proving does not have the know-how or qualities to get a signal to Nottingham for a whole day! In fact, LIBERTY-Global Virgin Media goes down diurnally! Today three times, for a total of approximately four & a half hours! Sad, pathetic! But of course, I believe there is a larger reason for this miserable performance. Chicanery, double-speaking and thaumaturgy-practising financial manipulators such as Fries is bound to have another plan that will make even more money for Liberty-Global. That is, if Virgin Media last long enough. Or maybe that’s part of his underhand scheme and design for them to go bankrupt?
ILC (Independent Living Coordinator) Oberstgrüppenfuhreress, Warden and Primo Ballerina, Warden Deana, and ILC (Independent Living Coordinator) Generaloberstess, Ice skating champion florist and Warden Julie arrived. Without their help, I’d be in the right pickle & mess! ♥
Sinead arrived; I was half asleep at the time after having to close down the computer after Mr Fries’s inability to get a signal through to Nottingham again shone miserably through… I’d nodded off! She is a lovely gal who always cheers me up when she comes. We had a natter and laugh about nothing and everything. I insisted on nibble giving, in thanks. Sinead took the waste bags with her when she left. I do appreciate a few minutes to chinwag and laugh with the carers, you know. But I can do I not push it. Went to get a meal started, and I took this rather decent snap of the evening view.
Aha! I got the meal cooked, but not without an of sorts, and a realisation that the Asda brown cobs were unbelievably crap! The thing that pee’d me off most, though, was when I put the NoMeat meat slices in the oven, I thought, “Ah, that’s an idea; I’ll spray some olive oil onto them as I put them in the oven.” Not a good idea; I discovered it too late! When it came to taking out the NoMeat slices, they had seemingly welded and concreted into the oven tray! There followed a series of & , what literally amazed even me; and I’m the famously unlucky one, but I was amazed at how many came within minutes of each other!
① I burnt several finger ends chiselling out the NoMeat from the reluctant-to-let-them-go tray. ② Put the tray in the sink to soak and realised that the black coating on the tray had lost lumps of whatever it was painted on them. I thought I was rather cunning here and put the slices; well, they were bits by then in the microwave to keep warm. It took me ages to get the bits of black stuff off of them. Still, a ! ③ Wrapped up the burnt-up, misshaped tray in a few bags and put them in a big waste bag to go down the chute in the morning. As I turned back towards the sink… It only lasted a few seconds, but was enough to have me over! ④ I’d learnt from past tumbles in the kitchen that by far the easiest… no, least painful way to get back up is using the front of the sink with both hands and hauling myself back onto my feet that way. So I did! ⑤ However, as I struggled to heave the body mass up, the left hand slipped and went into the sink with the dirty water, bleach and soda in it I’d used to try and clean the tray with. If you know anyone who would like a partly-disintegrated pyjama top or bleach-shredded bottoms, let me know, please. ! ⑥ I ditched the pyjamas, wrapped them up in two bags, and then into a larger one to go to the chute in the morning. Humph! Reset the timer on the microwave that was keeping the slices warm; they looked passable on this check. ⑦ As I was changing into new PPs, I smelt something not right… I’d left the beans on the heat in a saucepan! ⑧ Into the kitchen and added some citric acid to the beans, with some passata, crenellated, and stirred the beans to break them up. Burning the same two fingers that I burnt in the oven tray! Cleaned and applied some Germolene. ⑨ I managed to salvage some of the beans and sauce. But had to add another small can and mixed them in. Got the meal served up, and it didn’t look too bad. I thought I’d done a decent job of rescuing things…
⑩ Until it came to eating it. Instantly, at the fork spoonful of the beans – I’ve never tasted anything so foul in a long time!; Then, kicked off, quickly followed by .
I think some bleach might have found its way into the brown cobs as well!
I put the meal into a small bag, then a stronger blue one, and then in a black bag to go down to the chute in the morning. The morning Carer is going to get a shock, Hehehe!
As I checked the kitchen to make sure the taps and oven were not left on, the sink and floor had been cleaned up, and the window was shut too!
I got down into the c1968 recliner, in need of rest, if not sleep! But, no! was showing no signs of allowing me to nod off! Turned on the . I suppose because of the calamity with the meal, I had no option but to respond each time by worrying about things like, ‘Did I check the wet room sink?’ ‘Is the oven turned off?’. ‘Did I take the Peptac?’ Where did I put the camera?’ ‘Did I close the balcony windows?’ ‘What day & time is the Booster for?’ What’s that noise I can hear?’ ‘Did I leave the heater on in the wet room?… on and on they flowed, and I meekly checked for whatever the concern was every time one came to me. Not only did I tire myself out with my tramping into every room in the flat and back to the £300, second-hand, musty, Haemorrhoid Harold testing, cringingly beige, crumb-covered, not-working, rickety recliner. Constantly for what seemed ages. But in the process, I got a , and walked into the doorframe, setting off! It reminded me that I’d mentioned to the Doctor on the phone about all this malarkey. I’m glad I did but did she listen? She said not a word about it when I mentioned it to her. Then the arrived. At least for a while, I stopped getting up to check on things. How the mind seeks out so easily the slightest things that you have any concerns over is distressing. Well, the fact that one can’t stop them is more annoying! Then, another arrived in the brain… ‘Did I lock the door?’. So off again to check… I hadn’t, as it happens – so I did!
On the way back to the recliner, I espied a late night sky I thought worthy of photographicalisationing. So, I did.
The Lumix was in auto-mode as I took the picture. It made the photo much more bright and light than it looked to my eyes. Back into the recliner, brain-drained and so tired-out. However, the had at last departed… Now my mission was to get to sleep before the ing started again!
