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I’m slowly developing into a worry-wart.
A whiner, crybaby, sniveller, up taut,
A second-rater, no-hoper, nought!
Inexact, fallacious, outfought…
Coping with depression, in a dort,
I have fears and dreams, unsort…
My hopes are ready to be thwarted… My brain mangles each & every thought,
The catheter leaked today I have to report…
A wee-filled slipper is of no comfort!
Accifauxpas: I’m awaiting the onslaught,
It’s time for my sausage and sauerkraut,
‘Keep your chin up’, I was fore-taught…
I’ve got 3 chins, & still a worry-wart!
Please contact the New Nottingham Adoption Agency, should you be interested in adopting Inchy. Hehehe! – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
He has one or two ailments.
But is caring, if a little bonkers.
He can hoover, pet sit, & make a brew of tea.
He sometimes falls off of his walking stick.
He’ll keep you topped up with nibbles & drinkies.
He talks too much and hears less (he is almost deaf).
Most of his carers just don’t listen anymore.
He doesn’t blame them. He gets confused as he mumbles. And tends to rabbit on a bit. He easily forgets what it was he was saying.
Try not to over-ignore him; he sulks a lot.
If anyone is still interested, please call us. Hahaha!
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Dark.
Kitchen taken shots to catch the sun coming over the left read of the block of flats… City Hospital, close up. Then taken further out.
Chunky with liquid accompaniment. Haha!
I found time for a go on the crossword. Got a few answered.
Balcony shot.
Carer Kara arrived. She noticed something that I didn’t… WHOOPSIEDANGLEPLOP!
I was peeing down my left into the slipper that was slowly filling up with escaped from the catcher pouch wee-wee! I was so embarrassed!
The closure tab was not shut all the way. Either that, or I’d caught it against something. I had a seizure at that moment.
Can’t recall the gal leaving.
Working on the blog.
ARRIVED yesterday.
Got it sorted and stored away.
Afternoon shot of the bottom field.
Getting a good few sudden dizzies today.
Carer Chris arrived. He took some shots on the spare camera. Through the glass on the balcony. Car park. Then I took one of him of Christopher with one of his almost dangerous-looking expressions on. Hehe!
Getting late, I’ll get off the computer and get summat to eat. See ya in the morning!
Good Morning. Two shots of the sky. Five minutes apart.
Taking the meal out of the oven… And in came Carer Chris. Chris carried the food into the c1966, £300 charity shop bought, second-hand, wincingly grotty, beige coloured, not working, crumb-covered from the nocturnal nibblings, itch-making, uncomfortable, virus-breeding, easy-to-fall-out-of, recliner for me. Treated him to some nibbles and a drink, and after attaching the nocturnal catheter pouch, and he trotted of home. Ate the meal with a 7/10 Rating.
I went to wash the pots before getting my much-needed ablutions attended to. , Chris forgot to check the taps and stove. The hot water had run cold, which put the mockers on my plans to do the ablutions, and I’d left the oven turned on! I was glad I’d not left the plug in the sink! TV put on… Zzz! – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
THE COMPUTER IS IN NEED OF FIRST AID.
At minimum, a corrective operation.
Maybe it’s due for a cremation.
BSOD Blue screen of death often comes on,
This helps the rhyming motion,
Lost files, at least a hundred and one.
They disappeared, they have gone…
Carer Kara is to telephone…
For computer doctor to pop along,
But no time to today. My fears are at Defcon!
Four times today, it’s frozen…
I worry, expecting the computer’s extinction.
I can’t get help or information…
I feel I’m existing in isolation.
Sinking into depression and frustration!
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I missed the sun & cloud? Gorrit, this time. I used the ready-made mini pot of gravy for the meal. It saved a lot of time in preparing real gravy. Shake the pot rigorously, then microwave for one minute, wait 30 seconds and heat for another minute. What could be easier?
I’ll tell yer… making proper gravy! It took me that long to clean the splattered inside of the microwave; it would have been better to have made it from scratch! Hehehe!
Still, it tasted fine.
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Thanks to Jenny’s tip in getting a baby monitor and Deana and Julie putting it together for me, I heard the intercom chime! Great! Thanks to all three of them again! It was the Asda delivery. Possibly the worst one ever. It’s not the driver’s fault, I think. He packed most of the goods from his trays into boxes and bags for me. Then I got the bags in the hallway and carried them one at a time into the kitchen and junk room. There didn’t seem many items as I slowly got them put away into the various places as needed. The fridge didn’t look anywhere near full? I donned my Sherlock Holmes Cap and went on the internet to find out what was wrong with this order. I soon found out. Look at the items that were not available on this list from their Email. Five items were unattainable last week, but they went a step further this week. There were some things missing: 3 Asda thick bleach citrus 750ml, Ben Shaws shandy 1×6, and 4 Asda Bi-carb! I was pretty pissed off at being charged for these. Then, a genuine rumble from the innards, I limped to the wet room. 30 minutes of crosswording, whistling and counting the cracks on the ceiling (24) again, and no signs of any movement. Plenty of wind, though. Talk about trapped wind, but it kept coming out almost two-tone musically at times. I gave up, I eventually made a start on yesterday’s blog.
I remember using the new Kodak camera to take these shots of the clouds below.
But so many, a flood of Dizzy Spells and Seizures ravaged me. I’ve no idea who came or didn’t. Yet I found these pictures which at the time amazed me… I’d ordered another food order earlier via Amazon from Morrisons. I need help with these mind blanks. I shall see if Kara can get me a lift to the Doctor’s sorted out ASAP, then see if the Dr can see me on that day and time. Or the other way around.
As Carer Cris arrived, I came back to as near to normality as I’d ever get. I think I was responsive; no, I was! And I can recall much of this visit. But the seizures continued, but it seemed for only a minute or two at a time. Again, during one of them, I took more shots of the amazing clouds, this time with the new Kodak.
Then I had a bit of luck!
More sky shots with the spare old camera.
Last call from Carer Chris. He wanted to get home, bless him. I gave him some treats. He’s a good lad. Another fairly long seizure or mind-blank. I found two more photos taken on the SD card. I’m afraid I missed getting full pleasure from these shots.
Better get this on before I risk making a midnight feast.
Hope to be back in the morning… Hehe, it is morning now. Back later, he says confidently. I’m back… I consumed a hell of a lot of bothers and bleeding to make a meal… Tsk!
After recovering from the monster-inside evacuation, the ablutions went okay, almost to the point of being practically decent! There was just one tiny weeny cut shaving. However, drying off, I hit my shoulder on the edge of the door. Which set off , so I did a bit of cleaning up with one hand while waiting for her to cease. Then, the always risky job of getting the PPs on. To my utter amazement, it took me only about four minutes to get them on! At that time, , Cartilages Carol and Chloe didn’t give me any trouble at all! Is this a turning point? Is this going to be a half-decent day? Is luck about to change for the better? As I was finishing of in the wet room, I heard the door chime ring! It was Carer Richard arriving. He sorted this morning’s medications and checked the stocks in the medical drawer for me. I insisted he took a cold drink and some nibbles in appreciation.
Then, the silly thoughts I had earlier about my luck changing for the better were discarded. As kicked of, the shocks we not overly frequent but were far more energetic for today. As for the I’ve never had so many in a single day before. It’s a blessing that they were for a very short time (up to now, anyway 18:00hrs).
I got the Sunday updating of the blog done pretty sharpish. When the second Carers Joanne and Fauziyya arrived, I was just out of a short mind-blank. And pretty sharp-minded. I had them laughing with my funny tales. I love getting laughs from folks. I found that Fauziyya could see and read the instructions on the tooth painkiller spray. No one else could read it, even using the spyglass. Amazing vision!
Thinking about how well I had done on blogging up to now, I got myself entangled in trying to get all the Notebook files in one place. It takes me ages to get to different places, and I find it hard to recall which file is which. I have taken very few photos up to now. So I took some while it was light. I went into the balcony. I cut my finger opening the window and took this shot showing the backs of some of the houses in view. Next, I was to the left and high up, capturing the horison in the photo. Over again, the clouds looked as they have for the last two days, shape, thickness and colour-wise. These beautiful yellow flowers deserved a good picturing. The brass looked like it needed some rain to revive.
I drifted off for about an hour, but when I returned to awareness, I found I’d been busy. I moved some things out of one cupboard into another, started to wash some saucepans, and stopped partway through the job. Luckily, I’d not left the tap running. When I got back to the commuter after putting things back and cleaning, I found this photo on a current CorelDraw page. I’d written against it, it had been grouped and made a bitmap. I think now, I may have been ‘out-of-it’ for longer than I first thought. I recognised the van, and am sure I took the photo, but, maybe not after all. Why I took it, and put the wring on it, I’ve no idea. I think it was a shot I’d taken to support a story I had started last year sometime. But I just can’t find the funny story to go with it. Mixing all the files and folders up, then making a mess of reordering them, is costing me now in time and sheer frustration at my stupidity. Still, one has to do what one does best, don’t they. Hehe!
Off to the kitchenette see what I have later for nosh. I opted for Lamburgers on Milk Roll bread and some BBQ beans. As I was taking some more photos, Carer Christopher and his trainee arrived. The photo of the meal seems to have gone off into the ether? Is this going to happen with all my future cameras? No, I think it must be my error or cock-up somewhere. Tsk!
Letter about a new ailment they think I’ve added to the list of them; it is called Paroxysmal Disorder. The explanation…
Paroxysmal disorders are conditions that can occur suddenly and unpredictably and can include dizziness, swaying, and seizures. They got that right; that’s exactly what’s happening to me now!
These disorders can lead to falls and injuries, and treatment depends on the specific condition. Some treatments include:
Benign paroxysmal positional vertigo (BPPV) This common inner ear disorder causes a sudden feeling of spinning or swaying and can also cause nausea and vomiting. It occurs when calcium crystals in the ear move to the wrong place, causing the inner ear to signal to the brain that movement is occurring when it’s not. A doctor can guide a series of head movements to help put the crystals back in place. BPPV can also subside over time, but early treatment is important to prevent falls and injuries.
Epileptic seizures (NES)These paroxysmal events mimic epileptic seizures but don’t include irregular neuronal discharges. Other symptoms include shaking, loss of consciousness, and bladder control.
But will they do anything about it? I’m having nothing done to address my Peripheral Neuropathy they diagnosed many years ago. I was just told that they can do nothing to mend dying neurotransmitters (Nerve ends). Then I had the stroke; one of the tablets I’m on now was prescribed to thin the blood, and Beta-blockers and Warfarin after the heart operation. But I’ll not go on about it; I’m more concerned with , and at the moment… no, I take that back. I’ve just had give one up the right leg from the ankle. My computer screenwriting and icons all have a shadow of themselves. I’ll give up and try to catch up later.
I’m back, and, with a changed priority over which to worry about. . The already-dried blood from earlier leaks was pulled off as the tube moved as I stood up. Frustrated and harassed, I decided to have my third mug of Glengettie tea of the day. I know I’m only allowed two, but sod it, I’m fed up with back teeth. (And there are only one and a half of them left in there, Hahaha!) This gave me a chance to take some shots of the night’s wonderful scenes. On this one, I can see the head of a snake-like beast, its eyes, snout, chin, and fangs coming from the top left? The second one is even more revealing, with a fantastic optical illusion. The snake-like head changes into an arm and hand, then back to a hen’s face! Can you see it? Each time you look away and then view it again, it seems to change.
Or is that just me?
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It is now 10:00hrs on Sunday. Just about to start updating this blog from here. No ankle shocks as yet. But Cartilage Carole is still inflamed from the tumble. Sparse details on the notepad. Is this blog in a Whoopsiedangleplop-Noi mode? Hehe! – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – Gotten Himmel!
Struggled out of the bed, and tidied it up a bit.
Cleaning up took ages! The ankles looked so much better.
The first-morning shot of the day.
The computer is on. I made a start on this blog, but not much. arrived with . The nibbles were attacked with some relish, and Chris took his drinkie treat. As they left, unobligingly kicked off.
. I espied that the drizzle was falling, and went in the balcony to take this shot through the glass. The rain stopped within about ten minutes, not to be seen again.
They kept visiting me for varying amounts of time, ranging from a few seconds to ten minutes or so. I’m fed up with these!
kicked in. I needed some pain relief. I doused the mouth and teeth with the Pain-relief-Spray several times throughout the day. Probably a little too often. I also added a 20g Nurofen Meltlet to each bottle of the spring water that I have to drink each day to keep the urine flowing onto the catheter. I’m fed up with this, too!
The Memory Blanks kept coming. remained a permanent, perpetually pestering, penalising, paralysing, spirit-pulverising, problematising, sanity-purging, perduring, pillorying, and punishing persistent all-day partner that I could well have done without! I’m well pissed of with him, too!
was in the right mood with me. So, I added one dissolvable tablet into two of the spring water bottles, which I have to drink each day to encourage the damaged bladder to pass the urine pouch on my leg to ease the pain. I’m really, really pissed off with this!
The hazy morning tempted me to try the new Kodak camera to take a couple of shots from the kitchenette windows. I don’t think the first one of the houses came out too well. It was a little blurry, but the whole scene to the keys was a smidge hazy, as was the sky. But it was gorgeous to me.
Inchy got them, but not within the 10 seconds.
From this point, the seizures came on rapidly. I recall coming in with new. I feel we had a discussion and laughed about things, but I am not certain of what it was about. I can recall getting my words mixed up and forgetting the words needed. Finally, I finished the Friday blog and posted it to WordPress.
What happened the following two hours is anyone’s guess.
and new , arrived. It was confusing, too. All the usual signs of a seizure; hard to find words, I was, I think, rabbiting on, verbose. I fear I may not have been understandable to them or them to me.
I think I fell asleep. When I woke up, I took these shots of the sunset as it disappeared over the horizon.
Started to prep a meal that was easy on the teeth to eat. Taking these shots a little later while in the kitchen.
I sprayed some of the pain relief on my teeth, then carefully, slowly, almost delicately, ate the snack. Nice!
I went into the kitchen to wash the tray and cutlery and…
I had a stroke of bad luck – (As if I needed to say that!) gave way, and at the exact same time, I got a high-voltage shock from the right ankle via . Resulting in my going down on one knee and hitting my head en route to the floor. The waking stick fell first, and the knee on top of it! It all happened in a split second, and by the time I’d recovered enough to try to get back up again, I noticed I’d left the hot water tap running. How did I know this? The flood-water alarm went off! I had to rush getting up to reply to the alarm box voice, wanting to know what had happened and if I needed help! I got near enough so they could hear my cringing apology and tell them everything was okay. Thank you. By now, the pains had increased from , , , and the lump on my head. (I’ve no idea what I hit with it, but the radiator is the most likely suspect, I think) And , joined in with taking overall control of the situation! A bit dodgy in my balance, I made my way to the computer chair and settled for a few minutes. I’m not sure if it was a signing in again or signing out sign, but send me what I hoped would be a final electric shock up the leg that reached up as far as my kneecap! Feeling mildly out-of-sorts, I just sat quietly for a while. Which proved to be ten seconds. Hehe! As and new , and came in. After Chris stopped laughing at the slight scratch on my head, he took a photo of it. As to be expected, I cannot recall the whole visit, but think we had a natter about something. I can remember Chris taking a can of plonk and some nibbles as they shot off home. No offer of diabetic socks being put on or a night pouch was attached. That is not blame offering; most likely, in the state I was in, I did not ask them to do so, either. In the morning, I found these late-night shots taken obviously through the kitchen windows. It seems I got the wobbles on while taking the first one, and I probably realised it and took the second one. This is all supposition, of course. I can’t recall when, or taking them at all. – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
More seizures today.
eBay delivery for Thursday is still on the way, they say.
The worst cartilage was Chloe by a long way.
I dropped the camera trying to take a selfie,
The urine in the pouch is looking bloody,
I struggle for words, speaking with inarticulacy,
Hard work doing my odeing wordsmithery,
Producing too much Whoopsiedangleploppery,
Wardens Dean and Julie saved the day…
They fitted the baby monitor for me today,
As recommended by lovely Jenny,
This was a rare moment of fortuity,
Now the intercom & fire alarms are heard by me!
HMG Enforcement Team, re a licence for my TV,
They threaten with a £1000 fine, you see…
I anticipate they’ll treat me frumpishly,
And not offer me any gigmanity,
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So far behind now, even later than yesterday.
It’ll have to be a quickie. I’ll not skip over the help I gave, though. That was appreciated so much. Night pouch. A bit of rain overnight. Bless him! The petrichor smell is beautiful. Fibre TV from Liberty-Global Owned Virgin Media, is crap. Nothing new, I know. But checking on the note to see just which internet servers they own or have investment in reveals;
Liberty Global is a world leader in converged broadband, video, and mobile communications and an active investor in cutting-edge infrastructure, content, and technology ventures. With our investments in fibre-based and 5G networks, we play a vital role in society. We currently provide over 85 million fixed and mobile connections and roll out the next new products and services while readying our networks for 10 Gbps and beyond. We’re creating national champions, combining the best broadband and mobile networks under brands such as Virgin Media-02 in the UK, VodafoneZiggo in The Netherlands, Telenet in Belgium, Sunrise in Switzerland, Virgin Media in Ireland and UPC in Slovakia. Liberty Global Ventures, our global investment arm, has a portfolio of more than 75 companies and funds across content, technology and infrastructure, including strategic stakes in ITV, Televisa Univision, Plume, Lionsgate and the Formula E racing series. Our scale enables us to transfer knowledge and expertise across our operations and investments, creating a dynamic family of brands united in the pursuit of innovation and excellence. We prioritise diversity, equity, and inclusion in our workplaces and communities while reducing our impact on the environment. We are using technology as a force for good for our people, our partners, and the planet. Virgin Media, 02. Thee3, Vodafone, BT, and EE are all owned by or have majority shares in them. This includes most of the smaller companies that can get a service supplied that works and is reliable… until Liberty-Global gets the financial teeth into them.
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eBay informed me that the order is being delivered by last Thursday. The tracker point has not moved since Tuesday. They sent me an Email to give my response to the product and rate it. I replied simply, Camera Not Arrived Yet.
The lost listings on the computer have returned, but they are scattered about in different files, and I’m lost now where anything is. Thank You, MS.
There were a few today, but worse than these were the Mind-Blanks and Seizures. There were so many of them, all short-term. I had one when Carer Maryham was here again, but I was not aware until she told me.
Then, when the new child monitors were delivered, please make a note of that, eBay aficionados. DELIVERED at the time specified, not leaving me still waiting in vain hope and unaware of when or if they will even get here at all! Grumph!
I struggle to read the instructions, even with the new glasses on my head. And Peripheral Neuropathy Pete was not letting me grip the parts I had to open. I rang , to tell her about the arrival, and she and Desk-Top Dancing Warden Julie. came up to see me. That was so nice of them. ♥ The two of them soon got the thing working for me. ♥
They did it in no time. Julie put the sender part on the top of the intercom box when they realised I was having difficulty hearing the intercom ring, as well as the fire alarms and the door chime. Deana even tested the intercom when they went to see if I could hear it from the computer. It was just Grreat!
Late shots were taken over an hour or so.
I prepped and served up the meal.
Carers Christopher and Trainee Promise arrived as I was getting the plate on the tray. Apart from , I enjoyed it, but I had to eat it carefully. Haha!
From after they had gone, and including their raiding the nibbles on their next call, the next thing I recall is being in bed, getting electrocuted regularly by .
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Yes, it was a normal one for me. Different? Oh, yes! But coping with such a lot to do and sort at the same time and extra situations arriving, which is more than the eBay order did, I have to admit it got to me. and I even found time to have a few short that didn’t help me to cope. I had several Unexpected visitors, welcome as they were, who took up hours and hours of the day. It is now 22:20hrs… and I’ve just started this blog. It doesn’t help with having to recreate the icons and graphics I stupidly lost yesterday. I’ll try not to waffle too much, but the unexpected events, occurrences, and problems while being visited by to have the yearly fact & figure updating interview. One while Carer Kara and then Carer Christopher were here. Very embarrassing. I tried to write things down to remember, but much of today’s history is now in the ether, most of which I didn’t make notes of to prompt me later.
I was stuttering, mumbling and struggling to find words to answer the questions that came from the three occasions. I’ll do my best to fill in the blanks… no I won’t; I’d probably get that wrong. I’m becoming something of an authority and maestro at making an exhibition of myself, but usually, I’m not aware of it, but I was today, pure self-embarrassment.
But Warden Deana, dealing with so many other tenants affected in a similar way, took it all in her stride. Bless her. Thanks, Deana, my preciousness. 💘
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I took this sadly poor shot of the view from the kitchen windows.
I took a lot of photos today, I just couldn’t stop? I shelled the last of the pod peas. Initially, I wanted to have a meal, but with all the hassle and need to get this blog done, I didn’t have a meal. But of course, was on and off all day, even worse now, and missing a meal will do me little harm with the lard I’m carrying around my waist.
After washing, I took these three shots of the morning view from the kitchenette window again. I think I must have got a wobble on with the second shot.
I may have had a mini-seizure here. My next recollection is that I was at the computer, and I’d put it on, but nothing was done on it. I automatically, when coming out of the mind-blank, went and checked the taps in the wet room and cooker in the kitchen. The wet room was okay, but the hot water tap in the kitchen sink had been left on. I turned it off, but the water was stone cold. No shower today, then. I found I had made a brew of tea. It was near the kettle; no milk in it, and that was cold too. I didn’t get too annoyed with myself, lets face it, I get these blanks every day of varying degrees. I opened CorelDraw and got some graphics created for the blog.
Downloaded some graphics onto Wednesday’s update and pressed on with getting it finalised. Suddenly I had to abandon the blogging to go to the wet room and Porcelain Throne.
Trotsky Terence was back. But the evacuation was still painful. Bits of blood scattered in, Still Kharki coloured and excessively smelly. I even noted a whole garden pea in the mixture! The Ocado delivery arrived. I’d forgotten all about it coming.
I got the carriers to the kitchen and started sorting out their contents. Some of the bags were torn, so it took me some time.
There is plenty of food now. The red spring onions arrived; I do like them. I put them in the fridge and somehow made room for the bread in the full freezer. Again my stomach and innards sent me to the Porcelain Throne. This time the battle between and was closer. Not only that, the blood was a deeper red. Which indicated that the poor had been torn open. The freshly put-on PPs an hour or so ago were well red, as were my bottom and legs! Washing up yet again, having to boil water in the kitchen and carry it to the wet room, a high-risk task, but all okay. I went onto the balcony for a break from making mistakes on the Wednesday blog. It appeared that it had been raining during the night. The mudslide near the end car park had returned. The petricor was smellable as soon as I opened the window. Not many people about this morning. Back into the flat, Carer Chris arrived. Chris pointed out that I was stuttering a lot this morning. I’d not noticed until then. After he’d gone, I made an order for next week, for Tuesday, I think, from Asda. I got a phone call from the District Nurse to say they would not be calling, but they will next week.
Carer Kara arrived to do the finances. This is when the second Howling-Haze and Memory-Blank attack came. I’m sure I had to remember something she told me, but from here on, I had no notes to access. I know she went to the computer. I may or may not have mentioned my search for a child monitor, or maybe I mentioned it to her on Wednesday. We may have looked on the Amazon site, but we could not find a straight plug-in one. I’m not certain. Yet I do recall Deana arriving later on, and we did look on Amazon but could not find one suitable. She kindly said she’s check and email me back if she found any. Which she did. She emailed exactly what to put on the Amazon search box. She said the same thing is cheaper from Argos, suggesting I get one from there. So I ordered one. Of course, with the delivery charge, it proved costlier than the Amazon one. I can’t win! Nothing new there, then.
Deana carried out the personal detail listing. I was not fully with it and struggled to find words; that is not me usually. I could not find Sister Jane’s new telephone number or address. I had to call her and ask. I got a telling-off from her, of course, for not knowing where it was. Hehehe! Then came a threat of a £1000 fine via a letter from the Government about me not paying the full price for a TV licence. The letter added that they had permission and that someone would be calling to check that if I had a television, a prosecution would follow. Deana wrote down her telephone number, and when they come, I’m to tell them to ring her. Apparently, several tenants have had one of these red letters.
Then, the big seizure came. Yet I had done a lot of work on CorelDraw, without too many errors as well,
The doctor’s receptionist called with the new Warfarin Doses.
The District nurse called… I’ve mentioned this already. Tsk! The above sunset photos were taken, and then an hour or so later, the ones on the left.
Carer Chris arrived. He was in a good mood, bless him, and I took this shot of him while he was in a manly but jolly mood. Hehe, there was no catheter bag to put on. I had not eaten, and cooking while carrying the bag and tube is dangerous. There were no diabetic socks to take off, which I had not put on. He liked his treats and merrily went off home. Thanks, Chris. Have a good kip. I left the TV on, thinking I’d have time to watch it while eating the meal. It didn’t work out, lol. It’s 01:20 hrs now. No TV watching. Nothing to eat.
I’ve just put some spuds in the oven.
I’ll try to wake up in the morning. Oh, it is morning! And then I’ll get back on here. No, I won’t! I’ll carry on with this!
I’ve missed some photos off, better late than never. Humph! Just before it went over the horison, I, at long last, got a decent shot of the retiring Sun.
I was pleased with this one. .
An horison shot after the sun had gone to sleep. The lower shot is of the end car park, it was a bit dark. The drizzle had started again, but by the time I’d taken the photographs and closed the window – without trapping my finger (I knew something had to go right!).
Tired, deflated, and in a mind-haze, I got the much-belated meal prepared and served on a tray. I gave it a rating of 6.9/10 For flavour & taste, it would have been far higher had not made eating it so painful.
No sooner had I finished eating it than I delved into the warmth of Sweet Morpheus for at least ten minutes. Then, my right ankle took over the Keep-Inchy-Awake Duties. She did an excellent job of it, too. Humph!
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The motion of the evacuation was much slower than I’d anticipated; however, there was no boredom, counting cracks in the ceiling or crosswording this morning.
After a night without, as far as I recall, any electric shocks up the leg from the ankle lesion, the moment I tried to urge the motion to start sent a couple of disorientating streaks of lighting up the leg. I’ve never suffered two in a row before. She carried on throughout the day, giving me the odd one now and then, but no more doubles. That double was really painful!
Then, the motion splurted out. was back in full control, no doubt about it. However, the Kharki colour that he had favoured for a fortnight now was again on show. It was straw-like in appearance. I checked the time and decided I could get the ablutions done before a Carer was due. So I did… ABLUTIONALISATIONINGS
Teeth cleaning and shaving are the first jobs. Careful as I was, the gums bled. Just two little nicks shaving, But at one stage, I had give me another single-strike visit. This caused , to give way.
Luckily, I was rinsing and not shaving at the time.
I was fortunate there.
The Showering Session went well, too. The lower region cleaning was a smidge painful, though, with all the dried blood from Little Inchies Fungal Lesion and the tugging of the Catheter tube. Next, to the various medicating duties. I olive-oiled the earholes. Then Phorpain gelled Cartilages Carole and Chloe. Then Arthur Itis’s patella to the front of both legs. Got Acne on the head and eczema on the belly and chest creamed. Red Rash ointment under the man-breasts and down bellow. I can’t reach to get the ingrowing toenails done or get my Diabetic socks on; I’ll ask the Carer later. Sprayed over the toothache. Nasal sprayed the nostrils.
I’m always left with the feeling that I’ve missed something after abluting, and the medicationings are done, or not done.
On to the blogging.
Took this snap from the computer desk through the balcony, Well, this may sound ridiculous, but it is, I suppose. But it was as if I’d blinked, and four hours had disappeared.
I found that I’d finished yesterday’s blog and posted it of, and was currently working updating on today’s old ode.
Realising this, I checked the other rooms for taps or anything left on. The oven had been put on, but it was on low heat. Has it been like that all night and day? I don’t think so; the top of the cooker was not that hot, so I assume I did it not long ago.
Then, I had to check to see if I’d made any errors on Thursday’s blog. Yet I felt alright in myself. Apart from the usual confusion about what else I’d been up to.
Carer Jonee arrived. She’s an upbeat, straight-as-it-is kind of gal. I like her. I’ll not mention that she has similar problems to me, but she understands things that others don’t or can’t. Bless her. I carried on with starting this blog.
BEAUTIFUL CLOUDS
Photo Number One: I see a face/head of a beast and one of a human.
Photo 2: I see a cupid, two distinct faces; one is human, the other might be.
Three faces and bodies of a weasel-like nature.
Photo 3: An angel of sorts. A cat’s face in the right cloud. Maybe the outline of a pig is in this one. I looked once and saw it, searched for more, and can’t find it! Photo 4. A face with an elongated head. Left, a partial face. All the pictures remind me of icebergs.
I was about to make up some more cartoons, and…CALAMITY! CorelDraw stopped responding altogether! I could not close anything or open anything! No response to the keyboard on anything at all! The Task Manager thingamagig came up. All beyond me and depression dawned. I considered crying after my initial swearing. So, I left it for an hour, then turned everything off. It let me close the computer, well no… I clicked on Restart. When it came back on, CorelDraw loaded and worked? But not saving the work I’d done meant a lot of lost time before it loaded the working screen. But it did! I reopened Word, which had the Ode partly done on it, that was auto-saved for me, My concerns were quadriad, Enough I have nearly had, I feel a bit of a dingwad, Dad would say, Young-fellow-Milad… Life’s not all good, there’ll be bad, Earn your wages, pay your way… Be prepared to die one day, Cause no sod cares, do they? Some of the things that he did say! Hahaha! Thanks, Dad!
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The Iceland Man Cameth. Popped the bags in the doorway for me. I took them one at a time into the kitchen. Topped up with drinkies to keep the bladder and catheter happy. And some treats for myself.
arrived. Sniffing at the bag with Joanne’s treats in for offering to wash my nightshirt thingies for me. After explaining that the cotton they are made of should not go in the tumble dryer, that’s why they have shrunk so much. And I was thinking I was piling on the weight. Hehehe! Chris sorted the medications, and will be doing the last call of the day later. So, I must now get something to eat before he arrives, or maybe leave it until after he’s been & gone. Decisions, decisions… not my scene at all nowadays! No, no, I’ll make it afterwards because I still have to read the WP Reader. I’ll go on the reader now. Some great blogs on tonight.
Turning off now, the need for food, you know. Hehe!
I bought some vegetarian sausages and some chips (fries) today. They were pale-looking and unattractive to me at first, but with salt and vinegar added, they were decent enough and not too hard on the teeth. I also bought a few potato waffles and halved tomatoes. Two wholemeal rolls and a pot of mandarins in jelly to follow. I gave Carer Chris the other two rolls with his other self-selected nibbles and drinkies. I took this shot of the sunset from the kitchen window. Then I did the washing up and eventually worked out how to play back the recorded Heartbeat episodes. I started watching Series 8, number eight and fell asleep. I woke up what I thought was a few minutes later and found I was watching Series 8, episode 15. I couldn’t believe it. I must have changed summat without remembering because, according to the recording, I’d watched 7 one-hour episodes, which meant it should now be about 05:00hrs. But it was 02:00hrs. I’m sorry I wrote this now; I’ve just confused myself more. An easy thing to do, though. – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
The sleep was lousy, maybe the worst ever for getting disturbed. This time, by . He’d given me a break for two nights, but he was back with a vengeance last night. I wish that & would ease off a little bit… if not go away altogether. Sorted the night pouch. The next task was the utilising of the Porcelain Throne. After a long slog, the first of the three tungsten steel-type sausages was released. The second one was not too keen to escape. Several Oohs and Arghs later, it was released. A moment later, I was getting on my feet to sort the after-the-release cleaning out. I had to hastily get myself down again, just in time, too. The final flurry produced a tough, tiny torpedo that hurt more than the first two put together! Hehe! My ankle ulcer looked much better, although the legs were a little bloated and misshaped, to say the least. Hehehe! Shaving and showering – yes, a lovely shower, were bloodless, which can’t be said for Little Incies Fungal Lesion.
I then got the late morning (I got up later today) morning views taken and realised something about each of the shots taken. Zoomed in shot of HMP Nottingham. Opened in 1890 as a city gaol but was reconstructed in 1912, and until 1997, served as a closed training establishment for adult males. In 1997, D wing and E wing were opened, and the prison became a category B local establishment serving local courts in Nottingham and Derby. Currently holding 1,200+ interned villains. 2 local and 7 illegal immigrant killers & Murderers, 5 attempted murderers, muggers, con artists, causing death by dangerous driving, con artist, child molesters, drug dealers, pick-pocket, rapists, and an ex-politician. Having just released a convicted murderer of three old age pensioners from his 20-year sentence after 6 years. No doubt he’ll kill more innocents again, thanks to the murderous Parole Boarder’s decision to free him. Within this shot towards the City Centre, there have been, in the last year, eight murders. The biggest drug raid done by the police in Nottingham was at these flats. They found drugs worth £1.2m in one flat. In which four immigrants were living free of all charges, awaiting a decision to be made. Only one was charged and is still waiting in the same flat for him to be deported back to Lithuania. Perhaps they will drop him by parachute? Home from Home. Nottingham City Hospital
Pod pea preparing – a nibble pot?
Afternoon view.
Early meal – Nice!
Afternoon shots of the sky.
Dizzy, double vision, I had to give up on the blog. TV,,, and nodded off for a few minutes – sprang awake… repeatedly until the Care arrived, who caught me nodding and woke me up. Hehe!
I fell asleep. The springing awake continued, so I got up to check the taps, cooker, etc., and apparently took this photo. What was supposed to be, I know not.
Ahem, I found it within 3 seconds! No, I’m not joking.
It’s darned slow work having to recreate all signs, as the Smug-Mode one each time I want to use one. Grumph!
Thursday is likely to be a heavy day with other things too. The snotty, superior, humourless SpecSavers chap is coming to find the new spectacles. Sister Jane & Pete might be calling. The nurse is due to take out and fit a new catheter set-up. The Ocado food delivery is due. The delivery of the present for someone is due. There’s something else as well, but I can’t remember what it was. Might it be a call coming in from the Diabetes Program chap? Or… well, summat else.
I had more troubles today. The one thing that really got to me was my inventiveness in clearing out all the unwanted files to save memory on the computer. It is currently at 96.31%. Now, I’ve lost all the WordPress photos, old and new! Luckily I’d created and put the WordPress intro graphics on CorelDraw for today. I searched the Windows bin, but they were not in there at all! Amidst phone calls from the optician, Dentist, Sister Jane, the two nurses and INR DVT nurse Kristina called to take blood and check the ulcers.
Then Warden Dean phoned to clarify the situation with the Nottingham City Homes plumber arriving to sort the showerhead out. That was interesting. The hose thingy had been put in without a washer on it by Caring Carer Chris, bless him. The new just-bought showerhead would not work in a block of flats. So he took the new showerhead away with him as he went down to get an old one from his van that he’d taken out of someone’s bathroom earlier and fitted that one. It was too late and I was too tired to do any ablutions tonight, I’ll do them in the morning… if I wake up in time.
Then the audio clinic called. Then the intercom went, and a kind tenant down in the reception had found an Amazon parcel which had been opened and three-quarters of the content stolen. I rang Deana, and she came up and fetched the box of four sprays originally, but now just the one cleaner… that I had not ordered anyway, and some git had stolen three of them.
The plumber helped me to try and reset the computer before I cocked up and got rid of the WordPress stuff. Of course, the files not being there, and CorelDraw cannot open the blog pages now for access. A fifth day on the trot of horrendously crap luck. It’s not finished yet. Well pissed off, and the sulks and depression were brewing. I put the new Kodak strap over my head that Caring Carer Chris had fitted for me to take some sky shots, which I did. Then the strap fell off of the camera, and I dropped it on the floor. I picked up the camera and bits of strapping and put them on the bedtable to show Chris if he calls later. I straightened the bedspread and hit my head on the bedstead. It wasn’t on the bedstead; it was on the fall bar, but that didn’t rhyme. Haha!
So, I may have to miss a few of the usual blogs while I catch up and sort out what other mistakes I’ve made. I will try to keep writing an ode for a while, but with the medical appointments and household calamities to sort out, I love writing my odes as well. I don’t want to upset my multitudinous flock, hoard, and worldwide fans. I apologise to both of you.
Sorted the pouch emptying and straightened the bedspread.
Of to the wet room.
The food order arrived. All filled. Carer Kara phoned about the shower and called the Doctor again for advice. The morning clouds
All three nurses came at the same time. Hristina said she would tell the Warden about my earache and the shower problem, bless them they were so kind, as was Kara.
The computer gaff had me down in spirits and self-hating.
Bottom field below the tree copse, The wee-wee kept coming.
I spotted the press-on cup hooks looking a little weathered. I took them off and cleaned them and the under-counter part.
Carer Chris called; he noticed a lot of fluffy bits in the wee again.
Still warm and light.
An hour later. Close shot of the sun.
Shelled some podded garden peas. Potato rounds in the oven. Chicken thighs out of the oven… yes, meat tonight! Sliced some tomatoes. Finished blogging. I’m very uptight with myself still. Back in the morning. – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – I made the meal; I know this because I nodded off for an hour and woke up to see it spread all over the floor. Not one of my best days, by any means.
