Tag: Ageing humour

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Very busy, getting ready for the Social & ICC Carers visit tomorrow. My fingers are crossed!
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TTFN, Tara!

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Welcome to my pristinely clean, neat, tidy, high-class, well-run, valuable treasures-ridden, modern, show-flat conditioned, 
furnished fit-for-a-King, dwelling. Rumours about the taps leaking and the Hopewells’ 1963 E-plan sideboard doors and handles dropping off are rubbish. It is a Hopewells’ 1965 E-plan sideboard with the doors and handles dropping off. And the leaking windows are good for one’s health. Let’s have a bit of rain and wind in, which is good when one can’t get out and about. Just thought I’d clarify the situation (fibbingly).
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0700hrs: I woke and realised the dreaded
was with me as I took off the nocturnal catheter bag.
Nothing had changed. No reason to feel so down, as far as I could tell. I pressed on and, taking Kodak-Tim-2 with me, off to get some early shots of the view from the kitchenette window. All four were transferred to the computer via the SD card without any problems. After yesterday’s struggle with it, and the quality of the shots, I should have got a fillip in spirits, but the gloom of Darius prevented me from cheering up or enjoying something going right for once.
The skies were green-tinged again, but not as much as Friday morning. A fair job, I thought.

Getting the tea brewed, I had to abandon it to go to the wet room to utilise the Porcelain Throne. Trotsky was in charge again, but nowhere near as leaky with it. I think things may get evacuationally firmer by tomorrow.  
Well, I hope so, Fed up with not making it in time, and the mess!
This should also have cheered me, but Darius kept his grip on me. I don’t like feeling like this at all.

Went to finish making the brew of Glengettie and found I’d left the damned hot tap running yet again! It was stone-cold water now. Will I ever get a wash and shave this week? I’ll try to stay up late tonight when the water reheats on the night tariff and get them done. 

Carer Ejaz arrived, and the tea went cold, of course. Not that I’m short on teabags after yesterday’s accidental ordering of 12 boxes of 80 Glengettie tea bags, for the two I had planned to get. Humph! 
I can see if anyone wants any later on. It would suit my brother-in-law, Pete, down to the ground. They’ve got that earthy taste that the best black teas do; they always remind me of Co-op 99, but a little stronger with it. Delicious! Jenny might know someone who likes strong tea that I could donate to?
Back to Ejaz, I lost the plot again there.
I just typed “IU lost the plot,” and the Grammarly Robot let it through. Tsk!
Ejaz did a good job on me again. Medications, Peptac, anticoagulated the catheter areas on my legs, and ,  and . He barrier creamed the We discussed for a minute or two about Monday’s visit from the social lady.

Did my bestestist to take a decent shot, no, two of them, of the views on offer from the kitchenette window. Not sure why, but one got lost in the ether.

A while on the computer, then I made a brew of Glengettie tea. Must remember to ring the audio clinic on Monday to get them mended or renewed.

Made another mug of Glengettie, I do love this tea.
Why one of the snaps from the balcony came out so differently from the other is beyond me. But then again, this could be said of just about anything nowadays. Is still keeping me down.
The spikrit-darkening varmint!

The Iceland order arrived around 0930hrs. The driver kindly took the bags through to the kitchen for me, wished me a good day, bless him.
Another thing I like, as with the Glangettie tea, well two things on those Iclenad order that suit me; The battered mini fishcakes, and those Harry Ramsden’s Chip Shop Chips. Both are morish!
The fridge filled up nicely, with the nurses’ and delivery people’s thank-you treats. Iced coffee seems to be the most popular one. I got some new varieties this time for them… oh, dear Jenny’s hubby and decent fellow Frank are calling in a while; four coffees of his choice await him. Jenny loves coffee, and I love thanking Jenny. This is typical of how things go with my head nowadays; I looked at the marinating sauces I bought last week, and decided which one to use tonight. With minutes to go, I’d forgotten which one and what I was going to make to go with it… whichever it was. 

Frank arrived, bringing me two Cornish pasties to put in the freezer, the ones Jenny suggested I would like. Ah, I could have them tonight… I’ll try to remember to ask her whether they have to be thawed before cooking and how long they take in the oven. My mind was rattling along, changing subjects as I thought or talked to myself all day today. Good reason later on, well, a bad reason really. I forgot to ask her even when I phoned her later… signs of the brain getting either less workable, or more disintegrable.

Two hours later, the terrible news appeared. The struggle to get help with the computer and to increase the memory has proven impossible… and I got a message from CorelDraw saying it can’t save my work: not enough memory available. Huh!
As if Darius was not set in deep enough already, now silly thoughts entered my brain. Amid my frustrations, I spent hours trying to find a way to save the work I had done. Nervously, I went searching for any cdr. items on the computer to try to delete them to make room. Desperation forced me into delving into areas and files I had no idea of what they were, what they did, or why they were there. But found some that had Cdr files. Dare I? Should I? Can I delete some to free up space? For the life of me, I could not make up my mind whether the risk was too great if I tried.
I went to take some photos to give my concentration a break, I attempted to get a decent picture out of the sudden burst of sunshine getting through and shining on this lousy globe… sorry about that, I need help here more than ever. The thought of being computerless would be worse if it happened because I took a gamble on deleting things just cause they were old. What to do?
Some folks have family to worry over. Me? A two-year period of struggling with a dying computer, and it looks bad, whatever I do… and I’m still undecided. If I do nothing, no more blogging. If it goes wrong, no more computer…

I got back to the computer and carried on the search. I found hundreds of Cdr items when searching in This PC. Whatever they were, every file was tiny; it looked like Vector graphics, possibly. I chose one I thought was safe, right-clicked, and deleted it. A green progress bar started creeping along the top of the window.
Ejaz did his first evening call at this stage,
He was here for about 15 minutes, and when he had gone, I went back to the kitchen window. The sunshine came out as I opened the window. I think I said to it, “Don’t bother, mate”, or something like that. The beauty of the sky failed to impress me. I knew then I was on a real downer.

{1} The Computer
Back to the computer, and the green progress bar was about a tenth of the length of the bar. Foolishly, I closed the window and carried on with the search, finding some actual Cdr. files – 6 of them. I deleted all but one, the one I still had open. An iota of hope rose within. Back to the art package, and tried to save the work again. The busy pointer thingamabob wriggled away. A good six minutes later, the soul-destroying message returned that there wasn’t enough memory available to save this file. I almost considered suicide.
Another search, and I came across some more Cdr. files; these, I had no idea what they were. I scrolled and scrolled away, there were hundreds of them, and found on that was Cdr labelled. A big one, too. Aha, if I can delete this safely, then I’ll have a chance.
I right-clicked to ask it to view in a folder… It told me I can’t delete files held on the cloud.
I was lost. If the files were on the cloud, how did I find them searching My Computer?
When I close down tonight, I’ll lose all I’ve done for future use. With all the current problems, I’ll try to do a Cartoon and an Ode for a while, until I have time and/or a miracle and can get help sorting this out.
As for the other well-documented problems;

{I} Virgin @#ers in; not letting me sign in.
Carer Ejaz and I did, but it did not work.
Virgin @#ers whose TV remote is not working.
{2} British *=#$ Gas
Who keeps sending me demands via email for a meter reading and keeps increasing the costs because I haven’t done so? Why had I not responded?
No one can understand the ancient meter. Let’s look back at this problem, shall we? In our first communication, we got cut off twice, and at £2 a minute and a £2 connection fee per call, this was wrangling Ejaz and me. My bank manager will not be pleased either. A farce, Ejaz could not understand the lady on the phone, and vice versa. We had to give up.
The following week, we tried again. Spent even more time on the phone this time. We kept being sent to the meter in the flats’ foyer to follow instructions on how to read it. Nothing worked; I had had enough and was ready to have a stroke. Ejaz was fuming, and in the end, they gave links but no satisfaction.
The woman asked us to send a photo of the meter.
At the end of the conversation, I explained clearly and slowly: All I want to do is take a reading and send it to you. I need help with this. My Warden, Carers, and neighbours were asked for help, but none of them could work out how to take the reading!
“Oh, I can arrange that for you!”
“Yes, please do that!”
Of course, we’ve heard nothing  back from them,
We are interested in seeing the label that shows the meter’s installation date as 20/4/15.

{3} NHS Audio Clinic
One of the hearing aids gave up the ghost. It really throws you off balance when you wear just one, so Ejaz rang Ropewalk House, 113 The Ropewalk, Nottingham, NG1 5DU. For general enquiries and adult hearing aid repairs, call 0115 919 4488. Ejaz said he reached an AI robot. Ring back on Monday. So he’ll try again tomorrow to get an appointment for a ‘Wednesday’ for me, so he can go with me.
{4} NHS Neurology
On my first (and only up to now) appointment, which I waited 3 months to get. The night before a lift was assured for me failed, and I was told to cancel the appointment. I managed to get a lift there, but not back. That was the one where I got lost, fell over on the crowded tram, got on the wrong bus, missed the get off stop, had an hour’s back walk up Winchester Street Hill in the dark to the flats, got a call from a concerned Carer, Ejaz, who was in my flat. I told him I should be there in about 20 minutes and dropped the mobile phone. In the dark, with no torch, I set about searching the bushes and leaves where I assumed it had fallen. Some local yobboes took an interest in me and came over the road to verbally torment me. Luckily, one of the flat residents was passing by in his car, saw the scuballs, and pulled in. They did a runner, the man found my mobile, and I set of up the last bit of the hill towards the flats. Ejaz rang again, and I told him when I got out of the disastrous, hairy trip home. The Doctor asked me to get a Carer to video it if I had a seizure. Carer Nimra did so. Carer Ejaz showed me how to send it in an email; then I realised I hadn’t asked for or been told of the Doctor’s email address. Humph.
{5} NHS EENT
I got a lift there with Easy Link. But, they could not take me back. Ejaz arranged for a hospital lift, bless him. I got into the building, to the correct reception, and into the main waiting hall. Within minutes, a young lady picked me up, and we went to her examination room, where we had the eye test done. As she was putting some drops in my eyes, some of them dripped down my cheek into my mouth, I recall thinking of telling her about my difficulties when the drops were put in my right eye a few years ago… I came around from the seizure a few minutes later, they tell me, and the Cardiac PET team were in the room. It seems that when I went through a seizure, the lady thought I was having a heart attack. I get, after each seizure, a foul, acidic taste coming up from the reflux, which is what confused the lady. So, two hours of tests that all came back okay, I thanked them and made my way to the main reception to wait for a lift. Five hours later, the lift arrived. That appointment lasted for 11 hours.
Where was I?
None of the above has been sorted or actioned yet.

I’ll try in the morning to see if the computer and CorelDraw let me perform.
I have cartoons to put on, and should be able to do an Ode, WordPress permitting. Everything I open now wants a new password. Why? Dunno!
Dunno a lot of the passwords either. Tsk!

This is why I waffled on while I could today.

This is generous to Horis.
The much-missed Horis.

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INCHIE FORGOT TO PUT THESE ON YESTERDAY
These are the foods that he could not remember ordering. I know… You can’t believe that such an educated, meticulous, distinguished, good-looking, agile, mentally fit young man could do such a thing as forget, drop, knock over or walk into things. Ahem!
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To a teacher, back in 1953…
You can sod-off, he said with glee!
I went around a corner, bumping into a PC,
I apologised, of course, immediately…
What are you doing out this late, young Inchy?
There’s just had a warehouse burglary…
He clouted me around my head, arrested me!
I worked in 1963 at a  shop, Marsden’s Grocery,
Went on a company outing to a brewery,
Free drinks… I drank a little enthusiastically,
Had to walk home, but I’d lost my key…
This is what Griselda said to me…
As she bubbled with sexuality…
I think you’ve got tons of phantasmality…
Your late – gerrup them stairs for some rumpy-pumpy,
We had four hours of hanky-panky,
Next day I ran home for more reproductive activity,
Another four hours, sweaty, but heavenly…
She grabbed my tackle, demanding more intimacy,
I may have dementia, but that stayed in my memory,
Tall, well built, husky, sex-mad, Ah, I do miss Grizelda.
Working in security, the external alarm panel ambered,
Then the laboratory alarm sounded,
Back-up and police were radioed,
Then I went and investigated…
Truncheon on my belt, to feel protected,
A laser lab window lighted…
I admit to being a smidge frightened,
As the proximity motion light darkened,
A man coming out… and I shouted…
Stay where you are, the police have been summoned!
He blurted out ‘fuck-you’, then this happened…
He shot me in the knee, then I was bludgeoned…
from behind, his cohorts had appeared,
They split up, I got up, after the shooter, I chased,
Police & back-up arrived then arrived.
A copper saw I was well blooded…
Said an incident report must be recorded!
I got cover, joined in, as the police searched,
At 02:00 hrs, to the hospital I lurched…
The guy who shot was in A&E, bedamned!
I got him arrested, I felt proud chested,
What did he call me? It rhymed with plastered!
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I regret that things, although being far better than recently, had the hindrance of just not working, going, being or getting done right. That may be due to the welcome at the time, amazingly short but so repetitive attendances of Horis! Bringing his famously carefree and not bothered about anything so often and for such long periods of Horis’s ! Or rather streaks, today.
Which meant I was doing what I wanted, not what needed doing, and enjoying it while he was present, naturally. But Darius would return after each belt of Hosisness – bringing guilt. I’ve never felt like this before. I’ve never got so little done that really needed doing. I was nit-picking, no, that’s not the right word, is it? Oh, Horis abandoned me towards teatime, after his many mini-blitzes throughout the day.
Took complete control. I imagine in my warped mind that he was getting a bit miffed at Horis’ impudence. You think?
So, it is now 2050hrs, and I’ve only got this far on the blog. I’m so low it’s hard work, and the blame lies with me. No good blaming Alto-Ego Inchy, Hydrocephalus Henry or Dementia Doreen; for each one is me. I could try blaming the neurologist for the total lack of response after my first meeting with him. Let’s face it, the NHS is dying a slow, mangled, messy death. 
Ah, a thought just partially gave me someone to blame. Her Starmer! I’d love to give him all the blame, but my impartiality means I also have to blame years of the Tories failing to fund the NHS adequately.
I’m on a downer – with being on the upper for most of the day, this downer seems so much worse. I’m out of time, the usual fatigue, eyesight and willpower fading fast. 
I’ll do a wuickie from here on, leave things off, just use the few photos I’ve taken, the memory notepad has gone the same way as my hearing aids and torch. I would really like to use the WP reader to read and reply to any messages left. I don’t know how to get any help. Or do I? Another plan may be needed to stop this depression, frustration and pathetic self-pity. 

Didn’t get to bed tonight. Got carried away again with the missing word lists redoing, then realised nothing else had got done (much anyway).

Poor tree copse.

No hot water, I left the tap running again.

Had a stand-up wash, shave, medicated, etc.

I asked the Carer to apply a fresh plaster cast to the ankle. The toenails and under toes were nasty all day & night. Hobbling about a bit.

Got carried away with the word listings again.
New prob;e, with MS Word, tell you when I can get the time… Hahaha! Get the time! Huh!

I doctored a photo for a bit of fun.
I blame .

Pulled myself belatedly back to blogging.
More problems with the computer.

Gave up again and put the TV on – but it didn’t come on. No idea why, but Darius deepened.

Late snap.

Carer arrived, took me ages to get him to take my socks off and foam the toes and legs. He doesn’t understand me, and I don’t understand him.

I’d only ordered an Asda delivery!
I realy need help with this. I have no recollection of ordering anything at all!
What’s going on in my head?
The person who spoke to me when I was last in hospital said she would arrange some help when I told her what I was doing with the food deliveries.
Or, did she? Cause I’ve not heard anything from them since the November visit. No one has contacted me.
Still, I can’t blame them, really.

Going to make a meal now, not feeling very perky, but you never know, food might help.

Took this snap while cooking.

Saved the work, closed the tabs, and ran CCleaner on the computer. As I closed it down, I smelt the aroma of the burning food coming from the oven!
I’m so good at burning food this week… I think I ought to get some sort of award for persistence. Hahaha!

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A broken (at least eight times) night’s sleep again. But I soon nodded off quickly each time. Forcing myself to escape the comfy clutches of the bed, I removed the nocturnal urine pouch from the catheter, and made for the wetroom, determined to get a good scrub-up, shave peggies, etc., and did just that. My balance was not bad at all, and the ailments were less severe than on Friday morning. I made a slight genuflection and swore not to bend again. Arrrgh! Toothache Tiffany, Back-Pain-Brenda, and Ingrowing Toenail Teresa were a few in a bad mood with me. I got the PPs, khagoule and dressing gown ready, and checked the medications were in there that I needed to use, and kicked off doing the ablutionalising.
I detoured a smidge to take a morning snap of the view on offer.
The Ablutioning went amazingly well!
Not a single cut shaving!
Not a single toe-stubbing!
No gums or teeth bled!
No banging the door frame/cabinet!
A couple of minor hiccups, though…
I dropped he razor, flannel, towel and toothbrush. The razors quite a few times. But, fortunately, I had close at hand and utilised him… I think about eleven times!
WAS NOT SO GOOD
Well, you can’t win them all, can you? I can’t!
When I got the tube of barrier cream out, I creamed the man-breasts and genital periphery near the overhanging stomach. Tsk!
And dropped the tube while putting the cap back on it. What a circuitous route it took; as I recall, it went down, hit my right knee, bounced up a smidge, and hit the things on the floor cabinet, knocking the olive oil bottle off onto the floor, which landed spot on, as if it aimed at , a perfect hit. The pain took my attention away from the flying Barrier Cream tube. Finding out where it had ended up took me ages! It had somehow slipped behind and under the exit piping at the back of the WC!  
I tried  to retrieve it, but I couldn’t reach it safely to pick it up. It’s still in there somewhere, now I can’t even see it!
There’s more…
Hard to believe I know, but I went to get the bottle of olive oil to refill the leaked squeegy-dropper bottle. And almost naturally, the bottle spilt a little and slipped out of my hand.  I don’t need to tell you where it landed, do I? ARRRGH!
So I won’t need to refer to or mention my poor, harrowingly painful ingrowing toenail.
There’s more…
The ointment went on much more easily this time. I thought, Aha, my luck’s changing… I turned to get the Khagoule from the shower rail, and for the first time in many days, a crunch followed by a little pain came from . It sort of levelled things up a bit, really. Right foot with the toe and left with the knee. I used two walking sticks for the rest of the day.

Carer Ejaz arrived, and I forgot to ask him to find and bring back the cream. He issued the NHS medications. Then did a body check, seeing that I’d missed some acne on the top of the left leg, and he creamed it for me. That should have reminded me about the wet room farce – but it didn’t.

I’ve not had many mysteries of Woodthorpe Court, with the hobgoblins, spectres, gnomai, phantasms, grotesque succubae, Whoopsiedangleplops, ailments, extraterrestrials, ectoplasms, spirits, Accifauxpas, rent increases, food price hikes, and the Fata Morganas, that have been sent to taunt, irritate and terminate my already limited saneness of mind, for several days? I’m making up for this today. After Carer Ejaz had looked after me and departed, I went to take a snap of the same view as earlier. It was a little brighter now. I wish that I were. Hehehe! I decided to have a search for the barrier cream tube in the wet room. Not wanting to bend the knee, I took with me. After a while, I cleaned the glasses, thinking it might help me cope better with .
But I could not get at it without going down on one knee. No Way! I foolishly, nae, stupidly bent down to see if the hand brush might help me get at it… 
!!! I fell, fortunately, forward into the trolley. Putting my free hand out to prevent me from tumbling… The hand got entangled in the rubbish in the bottom tray, screwdriver, scissors, and might need razors, etc, again. I might have a new bruise coming. Still, it’s all a part of being disabled. Ask those far worse off than I am. I was just pleased I hadn’t gone down. All that bother of getting help, people calling for an ambulance, overnight in the hospital, waiting 5 hours for a lift back. Oh, yes, I’m not complaining, just glad it didn’t happen.
Anyway, what would I put in my blog? Hehe!

It’s getting dark again. The mist is still there on the horizon. The lights are coming on, and you may be pleased to know that 
they are both easing off a little, and I’m back to using one stick. I opted for rather than my. Well, he’s not had an outing for a while. It keeps him happy. Again, it might be hard to believe, but I do talk to them. To prove my insanity, I pretend that I’m training them, when I forget to take one, I call out… “Heel, Micky, Come Heel!” Then mutter to myself about them not responding. When someone is in the flat. It raises a few laughs, and I get the odd incredulous glance. Well, I do it when I’m on my own too, come to think of it. 
A big fear of mine is someone putting a video and or microphone in the flat. They’ll pick up some terrible language when things go wrong, and I get frustrated. But, today, there have been far fewer visits from and the odd extremely welcome visits from .

Ejaz made the afternoon call. He seemed in a good mood. Bless him. In a rush, mind you. He’s got a schedule to keep.

I hand-washed and hung up a khagoule. While I was in there, I tried to reach the barrier cream behind the toilet again. No luck.

Ejaz did his teatime visit. In a good mood, he gave my leg a creaming. Medications sorted. He checked the lower regions and thought they needed more creaming, and Ejaz did so.

From here on, until about eight P.M., is an utter mystery. Whether I had a prolonged seizure or fell asleep was hard to decide on. There was a very mild taste of acidity when I came out or woke up, which indicated a seizure. Yet the usual confusion, loss of balance, and out-of-itness were not there?
I came out or was woken up when the Carer arrived. But he was too early to issue any medications; a four-hour minimum gap between NHS medications had not yet been reached. I asked him to take the waste bags to the chute for me as he left.

The computer was still on, and I thought I’d check the emails to see what was what. And found that I had sillily made an order for food to be delivered in the morning, via Amazon & Morrisons?
Then, a little later, the food arrived!
What’s going on here?
The computer (I thought it was its death knell) went crazy. Keys pressed and windows appeared. I was in Excel at the time, doing the Health Check recordings I’d taken earlier. Then a message came up “You are pressing Ctrl; do you want to open in safe mode.
I was not fully aware of what was happening because I was not pressing Ctrl. I pressed yes, and a blank Excel sheet opened. I managed to close everything down, gave it a minute, and then rebooted.
Same problem. I think that the Ctrl button must be stuck down. A keyboard problem? Closed down and turned off the computer altogether.
Looked at the keyboard, and the Ctrl key looked out of place with those around it.
I jiggled the button a bit, shook the keyboard upside down, nothing fell out – then again, with making my left eye so blurry, maybe some did? And restarted the computer.
For how long?
Fingers Crossed!

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Will Peace Ever Come?
Will Our Saviour ever come?
The World Needs Some!

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Seizure Mad Day.
Not that the seizures bother me, I’ve no idea what’s happening. It’s the recovery afterwards. That can take so much longer than the actual seizure.
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I think the Christmas meal that Jenny made and delivered to me yesterday evening was so delicious, luxurious and was the best ever.
I enjoyed it so much that I had to sit down afterwards to let it settle. Falling asleep really early. So early, I woke and got up at 03:45hrs, thinking it must be 07:00hrs and expecting the Carer to arrive anytime. Eventually, I realised the time! 

I made a brew of Glengettie tea and got the computer on. Updating your Thursday blog. After an hour or two, as it grew lighter but misty and drizzling, I took some shots through the balcony windows.
The end car park. A scarcity of vehicles, but one still managed to park on the chevrons.
All the plastic fences had been knocked over again. 
The bottom field retained frost despite the rain. It’s a good job it didn’t freeze.

I got carried away for the next hour and a half, working on some tabs in CorelDRAW. The usual few freeze-ups with no response to keyboard or mouse activities. Just like yesterday. I had to restart three times and lost all my work. This made me more determined to get the date tags made up… I think I growled at CorelDRAW a few times, getting hot under the collar.

Carer Ejaz attended to and sorted my knee, leg, and ankle, and medications. That seemed intent on hurting me. I had a few-second seizure, and am not fully aware of how things went, but can remember giving him the knuckles as he departed.

I went to take a shot of the sun coming up…
I worry about myself at times…  I’d done it again, just as yesterday; Lost Kodak Tim-2!
As Victor Meldrew said, “I don’t believe it!”
I went to the kitchen window, thinking I may have moved it back there from the cabinet – But no!
I spent a sillily large amount of time searching for it, but to no avail. I then sat down quietly and thought back to yesterday;
confused me. He’s good at doing that at times. But I’m sure that I put it on the right-hand side of the computer… or am I?
Slowly, the realisation that I’d been on the balcony using Kodak-Tim-2 dawned on me. Aha, I bet I’d left it on one of the wheelchairs! Off I limped into the balcony, with a confident, surefire confidence I’d find Kodak there. So sure I was calling myself for forgetting, and preparing to give a whoop when I found him. But, no Kodak Tim on the wheel or pushchairs!
Now I could not concentrate on the tab-making, and after doing about a dozen more, found I’d put the wrong year on them all! I started cancelling actions to clear the bitmap back to .cdr, then ungrouping to amend the dates, but…
I ran out of memory and had to start all over from the beginning on nine of them.
My hatred for CorelDraw almost matched my hatred for Herr Starmer. Yess!

I mixed up some seasoning as guided by notes that were written for me. No garlic, but I had most of the seasonings on the list, and it smelled nice. I put the bowl in the fridge to marinate for at least half an hour, as the recipe said.

Back on the computer to find that the stored replacement word files I’d been doing had relocated themselves in three different locations?
I can recall two of them and wrote them down.
Life is going crazy for me. I spent so long on it.
I put the potatoes in the oven and kept getting myself more confused than ever with the Word files.
Sillily, (I like that word, I don’t know why.
Maybe because that’s how I’m living my end life.

Then I smelt the potatoes burning!

That’s all I ate. Every flavour-filled, dry potato.
And so enjoyed them, too!
That recipe for Bombay potatoes was spot on!
I’ll try making these again.
And make sure I overcook them!
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I had a good, much-needed sleep last night… well, I think I did. On waking up at about 06:50hrs, the TV was on, out of view from the bed, but still on? On Top of the covers on the bed, a page from the reminder notepad, with a few scribble lines of script, unreadable, ending with a large exclamation mark!
The nocturnal catheter bag had to be dragged from underneath the bed. As it appeared in view, it had pulled my cap with it? On this first activity, the pain, I think, from the ingrowing toenail on the right foot, was terrible! And it stayed this way all day, very tender, making hobbling around so painful. Misery-making. I was sick of stubbing my ingrown toenail.

Got up gingerly; the need for the Porcelain Throne arrived. I was not going to wait; I was sure I felt a gurgling in my innards. Not unusual after eating Bombay potatoes as I did last night. Painfully limped to the wet-room, and as my bottom connected with the plastic seat, the rush of the evacuation spurted out, then stopped. As an experienced practitioner of evacuating quirks, I remained seated, and sure enough, a minute later, the hard stuff arrived. Phoo! Messy, gooey, yet surprisingly, it hurt a little. What can I do? I love Bombay potatoes. Hahaha!

Carer E arrived. Medications were issued. The phone went, and Carer E answered it. It was from the Asda driver. Saying the intercom is not working,g that Carer E had just used? E went down to admit him. Came back later, onto the balcony, to see the driver at the wrong prison wing… erm… block of flats.

Thank heavens, yet again, Carer E was here; he called the driver back on my mobile and got him to the right place. The Carer bagged and brought the food into the kitchen for me to sort. He had to leave because his time was up, and he rushed off before I had a chance to thank him for his help. He’ll be back later.

I took snaps of the food; many items were unavailable, and all the cobs felt a little unfresh. But considering the day it was, I’m not complaining.
No caramelised onion chutney, Sweet pickle, Cashew nuts, Sliced bread, or beetroot, not that I’ll starve at all.
Lemon cakes, cheesy bread rolls, and various cooked meats. A pork pie, three lemon curd yoghourts.
Chilled coffee for the nurses & delivery people. I did get some more Leicester Red grated cheese, because the last packet, bought only last week, had green moss growing on the cheese.
The freezer surprisingly had a little space left for more food, despite my putting in the frozen roast potatoes, which promptly split open the bag and scattered all over the floor. Ejaz cleaned it up later for me; he’s a good lad. He found some potatoes that had hidden themselves between a cabinet and the old cooker. Four baguettes went in as well, along with some iced Asda ice-cream cornets. Oh, I think I’ll have one now. I forgot about them in the fridge.

I dangerously half-filled a bowl with water and Dettol, got it safely into the room and soaked my feet. A bit of pain and farcicalness drying the feet and ankles with the long picker-upper, using kitchen towels. And I got to the painfully slow with the bowl and emptied it down the sink.

Got the computer on to make memory reminders in MS Notes, ready to be transferred to WordPress later.

Then began to get the photos onto CorelDraw.

Mizra did the medication call.

I got onto updating the lost and restarted word-listings. Sp slow, I may not live long enough to make up for the ones the ether ate.

Jenny’s hubby, Frank, called in to tell me about the plans for the Christmas Day Meal they are giving me tomorrow. Lovely gesture!

Ejaz’s welcome Wednesday extended visit. Gawd, he got a lot done. Made phone calls, checked and cleared all the texts on the mobile. Took the laundry down. Cleared most of the unwanted things that were cluttering the wet room, and somehow got them into the junk room. I helped a tiny bit. But I stubbed the ingrowing toenail four times, and it was agony. We think that the nails were cut too short and are growing through the flesh again. Walking is so painful without me stumbling into things. Tsk!
Ejaz went down and got the washing into the dryer. Mopped the kitchen and did a good job of it. Bless him.
Retrieved the washing and hung it up between us. Off Ejaz trotted, a job well done.

Carer D arrived in high spirits. Too early for him to issue any medications, 4 hours needed.
Then I took a snap of the night through the kitchen window. Is it getting darker earlier?

Then I realised I had not finished yesterday’s blog, let alone started today’s. Humph!

Ejaz, Mizra, Ejaz, Ejaz, then a call from Dilan. Too early for him to issue any medications, 4 hours needed.

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I hope to get this updated in the morning, and not forget the 1600-hour meal being cooked and delivered to me. That is wonderful, someone caring enough when Jenny & Frank are suffering themselves. 💗

Cael diwrnod da!
Приятен ден – Priyaten den!
Legyen szép napod!
Ha en god dag!
¡Que tenga un buen día!
Haben Sie einen guten Tag!
aitamanaa lak yawm jayid!
Гарного дня – Harnoho dnya
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I regret that in the afternoon I had a ‘dunny turn’ and had to stop for a few hours from anything. But, I bounded back & got some good news. A resident will bring me a Christmas dinner tomorrow. I’d forgotten about this as well. I felt cared for and humbled. Bless them! 🤎 This encouraged me to come out from the bad seizure after-effect so quickly, and High-Mood-Horis paid me a visit. Yahoo! But I’ve missed off a lot on this blog and only a few photos when I was laid up.
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06:30hrs: Hello. I rose from the bed and tidied it up, a rarity indeed. Haha! I went off to the wetroom and evacuated a messy Trotsky Terence dollop of sticky mush. It took me many times longer to clean up after the visit.

Carer Ejaz arrived as I was putting the kettle on and, once again, did a good job. NHS prescription medications were issued. Peptac given.  Body check; creaming where needed. Then Porpain-Gelled . I’d be lost if Ejaz & Mizra stopped coming, treasures.

My beloved Nurse arrived to check on my wounds… No! Wound, she’s sorted the right leg’s outburst last week for me.
Just the left arm, treated. Cleaned up and replaced the plaster with a smaller one. Healing nicely. She noticed the Catheter bag looked a little weatherworn, with no fitting date written on it. I felt embarrassed, as she mentioned this last week and reminded me to ask a Carer to do it. But, (I tried to blame him, and she laughed), let me down.
The Nurse then changed and dated the new form for me. 

I did a bit of work on CorelDraw. I’m trying to put together three photographs, to the left, middle and right, that I took last night from the kitchen window, and link them together.
I was mildly pleased with this one.

I had a few-minute-long seizure, and did the usual exhaling to clear the acrid taste that comes up like reflux after having one. But the disorientation, dizziness, and confusion that usually fade after a couple of minutes just didn’t. I could not, nor did I want to do anything. I got into bed. I nodded off a few times, waking with a jump each time. I considered pressing the alert-panic button. But, I gave it a little longer… when I drifted off and stayed asleep for what I think felt like a good while. Waking up, the dizziness had vamoosed. Concentration was affected, but that is almost usual nowadays. I got this snap in the morning to add to this blog. Neighbour Walter called in, thought I was just having a kip, and took the shot, sending it to me via email. Hahaha!

Feeling steadier now, my balance was not outstanding, but it wasn’t before the seizure, so no complaints there. I went to invest in a mug of tea and noticed the Bombay Potatoes sachets. I decided a small but tasty meal that was sharp & tasty, might do me good, bring me back, so to speak.
So I prepared it with a load of extra potatoes added.
I mixed it all up and placed it in a microwaveable dish, all ready to go in the oven. Took two bread rolls out of the freezer to thaw out and got Kodak Tim 2 from the front room, to take some pictures from the kitchenette window. Blimey, it was dark out there. But the steadiness of my grip was still affected as I tried four times to take shots of the view. The first two, I was far too shaky.
The penultimate one was a smidge of an improvement, and the final one was not too bad.

I set about microwaving the potatoes.
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I loosened up with ten minutes of shadow boxing, 200 press-ups, and 100 toe touches. Then onto 50x100kg snatches, 120x25kg bicep curls, 150 squats, 120x40kg bench presses, 100x55kg deadlifts, 100x22kg bicep curls each arm, 100x80kg Clean & Jerks, and 80x55kg lunges. Then ran down and back up the 24 flights of stairs in the complex. I skipped the medicine ball exercises cause I’ve got a verruca. Hehehe!
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07:00hrs: Up, unsteady, indeed wobbly. Washing the pots from last night.

Carer Ejaz arrived. He did a good job of sorting me out, bless him. Medications, body check: lower back was Phorpain-gelled. I remembered to give him the new Warfarin dosages sheet.

Finished the pots and brewed. Decent snap of the flat’s front car park area.
What’s that I see?
Three Free Spaces?
Ah, Christmas shopping?
An acute shortage of Christmas lights on show this morning. There’ll be a reason for this, oh, yes. But I’ve no idea what it is.

Then got the computer on and faced the challenge of keeping concentration (awful yesterday and this morning). Hope the vision stays as it is and doesn’t get worse, like it has been doing the more tired I get.

Started to update the Sunday blog. Struggled with it, and kept wandering off what I was doing and getting lost mentally. I hope the neurosurgeon is going to see me soon, so I can explain things to him… well, problems to him. Like losing all the photos the other day, but two were there, but what happened to the other twelve remains another mystery from Woodthorpe Court, with the hobgoblins, spectres, gnomai, phantasms, ghosts, grotesque succubae, extraterrestrials, ectoplasms, & spirits. Receptive Aphasia Phyllis, Paroxysmal dyskinesia, Episodic ataxia, Ménière’s disease, Dark, Deep, Dank Depressing Darius, Peripheral Neuropathy Pete, Nicodemus Neurotransmitters Dying, Glaucoma Gladys, Stuttering Stephany, Lymphorrhoea Leslie, Dark, Dank, Depression Darius, or the Fata Morgana, hobgoblins, spectres, gnomai, phantasms, grotesque succubae, Sandra’s Seizures, and Whoopsiedangleplops, that have been sent to taunt, irritate and terminate my already limited saneness of mind. Just thought I’d mention it.

Due to and Connie, the blogging went so slowly today. And of course,  and were in support, to ensure a most uncomfortable, aggravating, endless series of cock-ups and mistakes costing me so much time. Huh!

Checked the potatoes in the crock-pot. Made a brew of tea. I plan to have Bombay Potatoes with added spuds cooked separately today. But the best-laid plans of mice and men this time didn’t work out. Nice and firm when I put them in the slow cooker, the skins had burst open – not an easy thing to do in a crock-pot on a low heat. But I did it. Tsk!

Then the NHS outside-hired Carer came to take the Warfarin INR blood. Good job. 

I’m so tired, the vision dimming and blurring, I was still having a feast of fun, frantically pain-giving, fully supported by , who had decided to give me a change tonight, and is coming on for short violent bursts of activity, leaving me in peace, then back again to the point where I got all-annoyed like never before. I kept having words with Shirl. It made no difference.

Carer Mizra made the evening call. Phorpaining, evening medications and again I forgot to ask him to change the catheter bag, a week overdue now. 

The Doctor (from the surgery) phoned to ask if a Carer was here. I said he would be in about 15 minutes. The lady said she would ring back.

Ejaz arrived, medications sorted. But could not wait for the callback; otherwise, he would be in trouble with his boss for taking too long on the call.
The receptionist rang back on my mobile, but I couldn’t make out a word she was saying. The lady rang back on the landline. It was the new Warfarin dosages.

I recorded them on the pad, hoping I would remember to tell the morning Carer.

I badly needed a shower, but realised I also forgot to ask Ejaz to take off my socks. So, once again, I’ll have to make do with a stand-up-scrub, teggies, and a shave. And get the medicationalisings done wherever I can get at them. The new razors were 4-blade ones. I  thought there would, or might be less chance of getting any cuts with the gaps being narrower. Turned out that I was wrong.

Lots to do on the blog. WordPress Reader, comments… and it’s 18:40hrs already. Depressed now! The next call could be at 20:00hrs.
The blog, comments and WP reader into the early hours of the morning. Then making a meal… Nothing ever goes right for me. Even more depressed now! Better get off to the Porcelain Throne.
Well, after a series of near-normal evacuations, I’d hoped for another. But of course, it wasn’t. Bet it will be Trotsky Terence tomorrow.

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07:00hrs: I forced myself to evacuate the bed. Parting was such sweet sorrow.
And an Accifauxpas as well!
I knocked all the pairs of sorted socks off the rack as I felt my way around in the dark. About 15 pairs fell and got mixed up. I worked through them, unmixing them. Huh! I turned on the light and started sorting them back into pairs. In doing so, I felt the catheter’s weight and realised I had not detached the night bag. Further realisations followed… I’d not put the night bag on. The pouch emptied very phooy and was a deep, unhealthy-looking colour. Tsk! Emptied the bag and carried on with the sock sorting.

The need-entry call came from the intercom panel. It was Carer Ejaz arriving. He got the medications sorted, checked the urine colour, and collated the bags for the waste chute. Then, as I did my back no good with stupidly bending to retrieve the fallen socks from the floor. Ejaz Phorpain-Gelled my hurting lower back, checked and barrier-creamed my acned areas. 

I took some snaps from the balcony, then the kitchen. Very foggy, and it got worse as the day went on. Not that it bothered me, all snug in my prison cell… Flat!
In the end, the car park area, the fog was seeping into the balcony between the window frames, and the wooden floor panels were soaked through.
In this shot, through a window, the mist seemed to roll, yet there was no wind. Reminded me of the old black-and-white films.

Got the computer on, and CorelDraw to put last night’s and this morning’s photos on. Had to postpone this to go to the . What a great evacuation! The easiest one for many a month! No squirties, not too solid, flowed… wait for this, it’s true… Painlessly! No bleeding either.

Back to the computer, and got as far as getting the snaps into the file; and a series, maybe 5-6 min-seizures, that were so fast and tiny of seizures hit me. Coming out of the last one, I could not do anything but sit and wait for the after-effects to clear. At first, I dared not even stand, sure I would fall or topple from the seat. Never had such a violent recovery before. It took me ages to feel confident enough to get up and wander around, using both sticks.
By the time I got along the mini hallway to the door, my balance had improved, even the dizziness. The only thing I was concerned about had nothing to do with seizures; it was my vision. Floaters galore in the cataracted, blurred left eye. And that feeling like you’ve got grit in your eye, causing much blinking. I made a note to be careful. When I returned to the computer, I was so happy with the recovery that I was singing to myself. Not that it matters in the slightest, but I was singing ‘The Young Ones’ song by Cliff Richard. 1961, I think. The Shadows, who did background music, were fantastic. However, at this point, Cataract Katie made doing anything on the computer such hard work; so I assume there will be many mistakes in this  blog that took 22 hours to complete.
It almost hurts sometimes when zooming in on anything. I couldn’t even see the cursor sometimes when typing in Word, CorelDraw, or WordPress. I continued, but as I mentioned, it was hard work. But in the morning, after clearing the brain to get this updated, things did improve. It’s the end of the day when gets worse.

10:00hrs, I went to get some spuds cooking and make a brew of tea… a comical side to this, although it wasn’t all that funny. I boiled the water, and teabagged a mug. Filled a mug with boiling water and left the teabag to brew. Tittivated the oven a little, dropped the scourer, got the picker-upperer to retrieve it, lost my grip on the picker-upperer, tried to catch it, and hit my hand on the counter, and the knife shot up in the air and down on the floor. I then went into the wetroom to get the small picker-upperer that I keep in there to help get the protection pants on, and picked up the scourer and the long picker-upperer. Taking the short one back to the wet room for later use. Back to the kitchenette, and realised I’d filled the other mug with boiling water, and put the teabag into that too! So, I washed the mugs and started brewing again. Third time getting it right. A drop of milk in after it had brewed, and feeling rather contented at my not getting all uptight about things, I picked up the mug of tea…  and lost my grip. This most annoyed and a slightly more violent reaction to this Accifauxpa! Self-lambasting, etc., Huh!

The intercom sounded, but stopped before I could get there. I waited a few minutes, but they did not try again. Then, I realised they (Amazon) might have left the parcel down in the foyer. So I hobbled out of the flat to the lift; neither was coming up, so it looked more likely that the Amazon driver had phoned; it would have been dropped down there in the foyer.
Sure enough, I found two parcels on the table. One for me with the torch, and one for number 53, I gathered them both and dropped 53’s at her flat. No response to knocking, so I left it near, but not in front of, the door for her. I like to be a help when possible.
Back in the lift and pressed the floor 12 button. The lift stopped, and I got off – but it was on the ground floor! How was that? What did I do wrong? Ah, well, back in the lift and up to my floor, back in the door, with my stability poor. Oh, that rhymed. Hahaha!
Opened the box and hand-cranked the torch, and got an intense beam. The crank felt stable, but with no sunshine around, I don’t think the mini solar panel will charge the torch up at all. Then, I left the torch on the kitchen window to see if the solar panel on it worked. I think not today (@ fog) with the fog seemingly getting thicker out there.

Back on the blog to work out where I was up to, and what I was possibly doing before the delivery was made. It took me a while.

Carer Mizra called. He gelled my lower back, and gave me some painkillers, and Peptac, took of the socks and foamed legs, and put fresh socks on me.

I blogged for a couple of hours, not very productively. Then off to make another brew. It seemed to me that the fog was finally getting a little lighter.

 Made a brew, belatedly changed the calendar clock. I started the Ode-writing. This was, for some reason, actually hard work, which is a rarity. I imagine the reason is that it’s getting blurrier again, it’s later, and I’m getting tired. 

Ejaz teatime call. Medications, and a short, quick natter. He seemed tired himself. His cough is still with him, as well. 

I could not manage any more time on blogging; my eyes were so much worse.

I started prepping the meal, taking two shots of the view from the kitchen windows. I put them on, out of order. I’m very good at doing this. The bottom one was the first taken, which came out a little like crazy art. Is that the word? The top one was much improved.

I got the nosh finished and served up. A very nice one.
Tomatoes, potatoes, some tasty, but sticky, Danish Blue cheese, and pieces of pork pie. Delightful caramelised red onion pickle, all went down well!

Back to my usual cock-ups with the late evening photograph taking of the dark night. 
I’d set Kodak Tim 2 to Night-Landscape and did my best to keep the camera steady as I snapped away, hoping for decent photos.
I don’t think I succeeded.

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