Today, and were in harmony and became the main ailment aggressors for the day. For the second day. My mind was tormented like never before, and I thought Thursday was bad for concentration… today dwarfed the effects suffered yesterday. I was, well, still am, in another world almost. At least I can bring myself to talk about it this morning. So, hopefully, the shoddiness of vagueness will ease a little bit today. But then again. If I can get through to next Thursday, I’ll remember to explain the out-of-it sensations I’m going through now. That is, of course, if they ever end before I arrive at the Dementia meeting with the Doctor, I anticipate after the travelling (the lift has not been confirmed yet), so it may need bus and tram travelling to get each way, I’ll not be in a good state of mind or body, and forget everything I needed to remember to ask and inform of the medics. A fantastically gigantically long Memory-Blank today, along with a few short ones. I can’t recall many carers’ visits, yet odd details and incidents are as clear as water. Most are foggy or absent altogether. I can’t recollect writing today’s ode, but reading it here baffled me a bit at first. Sorry again for the littleness of details.
Dark.
The blanks came on. I came out of it with me having peeled, and I am now cutting up some potatoes to go in the oven later for the meal. Then, I realised it needed doing now when I looked at my watch. So, I got them oiled and into the saucepan. Served up and ate the off meal. I enjoyed it, I reckon, but not when I realised all the lost to-memory time.
At least the TV was working.
Talk about losing it. I made another meal! I did enjoy this one.
Considered getting the quilt and pillows on the bed tonight. Of course, of the Porcelain Throne and forgot all about doing it.
Another blank.
Got this in. Sand bucket handle on the bottom, when as we all remember, it should be on the top – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
One supplied installed and charged for landline phones went down!
The fitted TV went down three times. got it going for a second time. And now, no one can help me get it going again, which made for a miserable night!
I left the hot water tap on to run cold this afternoon, so there will be no shaving and showering for me!
The new up & down bed has stopped working!
I made another dumbo-job of the food ordering and got two deliveries on the same day.
The door chime is no longer working!
I dropped a 1-litre bottle of spring water on my poor , it burst open and cost me hours to get things cleaned up, and the clothing had to go into the laundry bag… in it was the pot of freshener and soap capsule, which the lid came off of, and spread all over the carpet I’d just spent hours cleaning up form the first disaster… I was getting mega-frustrated!
Another mess to clean up. Porcelain and me! Bending down to struggle with getting the PPs pulled up… I took a tumble as had me over…
Landing on and hitting the , and right shoulder, which naturally started off my old friends and ailment and , almost incidentally, and accidentally causing bleeding.
I can report some good news about this series of , however. Miraculously, barely bled at all!
When I got around to washing after the medicationalisationing of the various wounds, I found a tiny mark on my chin. The Germolene, Phorpain Gel, and Sudocrem are all running low now.
If there is a God of some sort who allowed me all this ecstaticness in life, I’d like to have a few words with him when I arrive at St Peter’s Gate… What do you think the odds are for me having another after I wrote this bit? – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
Dark urine in the night bag. Not a good sign of a decent day in prospect when I woke at 05:00hrs this jolly, gay, contented morning. Huh!
in the wet room. Grumph! .
The internet was still going at 09:10hrs! Not for long.
The anticipated Asda order arrived as Shaquille was leaving, and he carried the bags to the kitchen for me. Nice lad. I got them unloaded. Drinkies! Meats, potatoes, ice cream, fresh vegetable mix, yes, this’ll last me a while. Ready meals, sausages, croquettes, pies, tomatoes, hot dogs… Oh yes! Treats. These should keep the Nurses and Carers happy! Overfull fridge.
Wet room again...
Then came the Iceland Delivery that I had supposedly ordered for next Wednesday. Many similar items arriving that had been delivered earlier from Asda! I was tempted to swear and spit at my ineptitude! In fact, I did! Paper Towels. As if I needed them! More Shortie biscuits, sauce, cobs and milk. Blimey, more sausages, bacon and pies! The overfilled fridge, now more so. Ha, what a plonka!
I unzipped a banana – and ate it!
came. And got the overcharging for TV working again.
Unfortunately, it went off again later. Argh!
Carer Helen called; I’ve not seen her for months on end. Lovely to see her again. She pointed out what Kara did earlier about the Pork Pie in the fridge needing to be eaten in a day. So, I had it with some mixed soup vegetables I was cooking in the saucepan, intending to have them with the fresh sausages, but I had the oddest-looking meal in a long time. I was still depressed with the TV going off, and the door chime not working to enjoy anything much. What a weird plate of food!
: Of to the Porcelain Throne again and emptied the day bag while in there. . The bag seemed to have a drop of blood left in it; I didn’t notice when I was releasing the valve at all. . WHAT NEXT?
. Possibly six guitar strings missing?
did the last two calls. He could not help with the lack of TV from the frustrating and annoying situation. On his last visit, he removed the leg strappings, handed out the painkillers, and was in a hurry to get home… which is understandable. I moved the alarm-sounding box to the hallway in hopes that it was causing the TV problem. I returned to the room, and the TV had gone off altogether? I turned it on again… and blow-me-down with a feather duster… the Virgin TV came on. I anticipate losing it again in the morning when the Carer presses the door chime button.
The earlier mess of a meal had not sated my appetite. So, I got two lamb & mutton burgers from the freezer and into the oven and returned to watch some TV while they cooked away. I suppose there’s no need for me to say; When the first set of adverts came on, I nodded and drifted away… I woke in time to salvage the overcooked but tremendously tasty lamb and mutton burgers. I ate each one between two slices of Milk Roll bread, with some brown sauce. Cooked them unintentionally in the oven at 180° for 35 minutes. Perfick! . A small pot of jelly and a banana. Fantastic Flavour!
04:10hrs: Burst was awake and already confused before the Monsoons started. Much too dark a shade!
I put the kettle on, and I made up the waste bag.
I went back to the kitchen and tried to take a shot of the view through the split kitchen window. Ah, well. Opened the window later on to make this effort.
Planned the canned meal for later on.
Then, I spent a few hours on blogging and CorelDrawing duties. During this, the Oligarchical Liberty-Global owned Virgin Media offered me…
MAYHEM MONSOON ONE
Arrived, doing a double session, medications & domestic. Hence, my confusion and inability to cope and remember things came to light. I could not recall how to get the speedmop pads from the tray. The large Vacuum cleaner had me beat all together. How do I empty the filter? How do we get the flex to stretch out? How do we get it to go back in? soon sorted things out my guesswork and logicality. (I used to have those, Hehe) Sarah, , and was in a rush methinks. Today’s task was to be the removal of the entire , but there was no time to leave it off to allow me to try and wee voluntarily. A new set-up was inserted into Little Inchie, a new day bag fitted, and instructions were given that really didn’t sink in due to my gritted teeth and determination not to scream out loud with the pain of the reinsertion procedure. Argh! It was more embarrassing as sat there as I was being tended to. At least she had the decency not to burst out laughing or giggling. Haha! Got me on the bed to carry out the procedure. Actually, it was less painful than many earlier medicationings, to be honest. Sarah doesn’t mess about; the old insertion tube was pulled straight out, painkiller gel squirted into little Inchie and the new line, and the reinsertion was soon back in again!
called next, chatted while doing the medications, and she kindly took the laundry bag down for me. And… an hour or two later, with the Oligarchs just reaching… returned bringing the laundry bag with her, all done so well, completely dried and folded! Bless her Cotton Socks! Thanks, Marie! ♥
Gone suddenly dark? I thought someone had turned the light off. Hehehe!
MAYHEM MONSOON TWO! I’d assumed, with it being so late, that the
technician was not going to arrive. But he fooled me and did! Ruled the next hour or so… Each of many questions was answered, but it did not give me time to sink it all in. I now have two alarm boxes. (Both working?) Two landline telephones. Two remote TV controls. I asked about the TV remotes and was told to forget about the one that came with the TV. I spent a few minutes after the lad had gone to get myself thoroughly baffled on how to do things; the buttons are not clear and are in miniature on the controller. I keep hitting the wrong button and getting options that I don’t even know mean or stand for? I may well regret having this thing installed.
Technically drained, I gave up and got the soup with extra potatoes made up. Nice! Flavour 8./10.
Woke me up. Took off the leg strappings. And shot off on his way home. Good for him!
04:00hrs: 300ml of urine this morning. But look at the colour of it!
I got on with the blogging straight away… Well, with a few interruptions from Liberty-Global. After about three hours of not getting very far other than redoing things that Liberty-Global had lost for me with their going down so often. I gave up on the hopes that the internet may become more stable. There is more chance of me winning the lottery, and I don’t even buy any tickets! Grunglenuts!
I decided to unpack the laundry from last night that was returned to the flat. Too tired to do it last night. This is how the damp, even wet, some of the thicker items came out of the laundry bag. So, I needed to get both of the electric airers on the go to dry the things off. Got the diabetic socks on the towel airer in the hallway. And the throw for the bed on the flat airer. The socks kept slipping off of the bars. Better check on them later.
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Back on the computer, and took this terrible shot of my reflection in the balcony window. Haha!
The socks were falling off again, so I moved the dressing gown onto the stand-up machine, and the socks to the flat, bent & twisted one. This was when I noticed an odd sock among them. I had a search around but couldn’t find it. Moved the quilt onto the stand-up airer. Folded the seven diabetic socks. And went to make a brew of Glengettie.
Then, as the rain was falling in torrents, I went out onto the balcony to take some photos of the views. All through the glass of, course. Wet or what? Yes, wet! The left side was even worse. The right end shot of the end car park came out alright, the wind was carrying the rain, and the mud-slide was developing rather quickly.
Back on the computer, Carer Cochi came. She coped with the fitting of the Diabetic socks, and the ankle and leg straps. We had a bit of fun with that. Dealt out the medications and managed a little laugh.
As I drank the drink, the tummy really hurt for a few moments then died down?
Because the pouch seemed to fill up so quickly. although the colour was the healthiest it has ever been; I’d say a two on the NHS Urine Richter Scale. 300ml, from half a mug of Glengettie?
After about ten minutes, the pain returned in the stomach. Well, fancy that… The day pouch had filled in no time??? After emptying the bag again, no joking, in five minutes, there were 200ml of good-coloured urine back in the pouch!
Oh, here’s the future man with his torch!
The sun was struggling up from the left. The rain had stopped, and I tried to get a decent photo of the planet. Somehow, it looks as if it is nighttime? I’m not sure what I did wrong here.
I put some prepared parmesan potatoes in the tray, ready for cooking later on. I threw away the butter pat with the garlic in it and shaved some of the fantastic-tasting no-butter butter on the potatoes instead, with a splash of sea salt and vinegar.
I felt the pouch pulling again, and Little Inchies blood trickling down my leg. I’ll have to keep checking the bag for the rest of the day and night. It’s coming out in torrents?
Aches and pains got worse, all due to the bladder and this cold, caught, I think. Closed down the computer early, and got a nosh made. Parmentier potatoes and pies. It was not good!. I overcooked the pies, and the crusts were like shoe leather, only tougher. I actually bent the knife when I first tried to cut one! The tatters were okay. Flavour Rating: 5/10.
Took these shots when washing up the pots. I accidentally had the flash on when I snapped this one. The rain was back again. This one came out lighter without the flash.
Got down really early in the itch-creating, bruise-giving, catheter-tube-tugging, crumb-decorated from my nocturnal nibblings, God-awfully uncomfortable, cringingly-grotty, no longer working, dirty beige recliner, anti-sleep designed, c1966, second-hand bought for £300, ten years ago from the charity shop, I was not feeling very well at all. Poor thing, Hehehe! I checked the pouch, it now abruptly, stopped filling, and the stomach pains started again! The coughing didn’t help. Each time I coughed, I got pains from the innards, stomach/bladder, and the already bleeding Little Inchy’s fungal lesion. I tried to drink more water to encourage the bladder to work, but with only having the day bag on yet, and, I felt sure I’d nod off, not wanting the pouch to fill to capacity while asleep… I think I decided to wait until the Carer arrived and put the bigger night bag on for me. I fell asleep, and am not sure which carer came to this last call. But he took off the ankle and leg strappings and attached the night bag for me. This may have been Carer Atere’s attention in attendance, methinks. He may have said he’d checked the cooker and taps, I think. But left the lights on in the main room and hallway. So, after a while, when I realised this was why I couldn’t get back to sleep… it may take me a while, but I got it eventually, Hehehe! So, I struggled half asleep, out of the £300, second-hand, musty, Haemorrhoid Harold Testing, wincingly beige, crumb-covered, not-working, rickety recliner, carrying the by the lengthy tube, and fumbling along with precious , I had to get up to turn off the lights. Not easy getting back to the recliner in the dark, but I avoided any toe stubbings. Got settled back down, and the coughing kicked in again: 🎼 Your foot bone connected to your heel bone Your heel bone connected to your ankle bone Your ankle bone is connected to your leg bone. Your leg bone connected to your knee bone Your knee bone connected to your thigh bone Your hip bone connected to your backbone Your back bone connected to your shoulder bone Your shoulder bone connected to your neck bone Your neckbone is connected to your head-bone Your thigh bone is connected to your hip bone…🎼
That ditty was my way of saying that standing up and pain & bleeding exited from Little Inchie’s fungal lesion as the tube pulled at him. Cartilage Choe gave way on the little journey, the eyes made it hard to get back to the recliner, sitting down again, and Haemorrhoid Harold hurt and bled as I plonked down a mite hard on my rear end. Then as I got as comfortable as I was going to get, Coughing Claire kicked off, which affected all the aforementioned ailments, plus, the throat, Back Pain Brenda, the leg papules, the chest, the ears popped, the glasses fell off, I knocked the TV remote control… tried to retrieve it, and knocked over a bottle of spring water! It instilled a thought in my mind. I must ask each evening carer to turn off the lights for me on leaving.
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – INCHY ODE From an idiot to a person with cognitive disabilities, I’ve been transformed…
I feel my life has been scunnered,
Plans & hopes, incapacitated,
My eyes have been cataracted,
The bladder & prostate cancered,
But I’m not chickenhearted…
With bad luck, I’ve coexisted,
Depressions I’ve resisted,
Yet the eyes are still misted,
The ears have been de-waxed,
No crimes have I committed…
I’ve never been convicted…
Daily, I get trots or constipated,
My brain is not coordinated,
With Dementia I was acquainted,
Now they say it’s Cognisance related,
Either way, help is more than belated…
Happenings are not being archived,
Cerebral matter is uncorrelated,
Thoughts coming out corrugated,
Nocturnal Thought-Storms; anathematised! I’m more bonkers than I realised,
Waited 80 years to be circumcised,
Thoughts, ideas, and wishes get circumlocuted,
I fall over, tumble, and get electrocuted,
I accept that I live maledicted,
But one desire has always existed... To have HMG murderers excided… The Parole-boarders exanimated! – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – Five Changes To Find – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
04:00hrs: Woke
Leg inspection. Right ankle inspection. Left ankle inspection.
Waste bags sorted.
The carer called Israel, got the leg straps, and diabetic socks fitted.
Blogging.
Then, the busy, busy period of about five hours started. Not moaning, but I was confused with getting help from three angels at the same time ♥ Missed a lot off, due to Liberty-Global failures on and off all day. Ending with a known total of:
I’m doing this so late on Thursday morning due to even more failings on behalf of .
Up at 04:00hrs. – Pouch Waste bags sorted out.
Carer Richard, Medications straps back on both legs.
Virgin Media Down for hours.
District Nurse Sarah. Checked legs. Then returned to help Social Worker Jackie haul the stuff into the spare room. The social worker will move things to make room for the bed. Grand job ♥
Deana rang Virgin Spit… I mean Media arranged a new contract, and Virgin promised to get the telephone working again, check the Internet, and set up the TV. We’ll see…
Carer Kara ordered a TV that will work on the Virgin system. She tried to book a lift for the Dementia meeting; she will try again tomorrow. ♥
After which, Virgin Media stopped working again.
Pig of a day, but it was lovely to get help from Deana, Kara, Jackie and Sarah. ♥
Confused now more than anything.
Morning view… But rush off, I had to…
Another view. Third, wish I hadn’t bothered to!
Decent nosh.
Mistakes disclosures.
Sorry, it’s not up to my usual standard,
The Internet is down so often & so busy! It got worse & worse…
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – Word for today… HECTIC! I was tested beyond her limits, which means I was, too. Three visits from Social and nurses. Helped by Carer Marie. Cock-up with the food order… I have no idea why I mentioned this; it happens every time!. Not that I got anything done on the blog; it was just too busy a day. I am just starting this Wednesday morning, so it will have to be a quickie.
A good bag full, a decent colour.
But this soon changed on the first emptying of the pouch. Bit of blood in there somewhere?
Waste bags sorted.
Morning view. Car park. And the sky.
Asda Delivery Arrived. Bladder drinks, milk & potatoes. Biscuits, bread, diarrhorea medicines. Ah, my cock-up here. I swear I ordered one pasty and one minced soya pie. I got five pies, and they were beef and onion flavoured?
arrived and got the medications sorted out for me. We chatted while she was doing me. She took the laundry bag down for me to get the clothing washed. Bless her.
Nurse Sarah arrived later, and what a visit it was. She wanted to know why the Carers were not putting on the leg straps. I couldn’t answer her other than saying, “I don’t know?” I think I got confused with the bandaging on the right leg when the straps were not needed, and then they were taken off… that was enough for to get me into a bemused and forgetful state. Which, of course, is my regular condition, I suppose. Sarah took the bandaging off of the right leg and left a note for the Carers about remembering to put the strappings on in the mornings and take them off at night. Said she was going to ring the social services about the bed again. I thanked her, and off she went. Merci!
A minute later, the Social Services Lady arrived. Sorry, I’ve forgotten her name. She was here to sort the room out to get me a bed in the ‘Front Room’. Then Nurse Sarah returned, and they set about moving all the stuff into the spare room for me. Not being able to do it myself was embarrassing, but they tucked into the job and soon got it all done. All the things that had been removed need cleaning in the morning; hopefully, a domestic may turn up Wednesday who can help me. Kara was on the list to call tomorrow to help sort the paperwork and arrange lifts. ♥ I thanked them muchly, and off on their rounds, they went. Bless their cotton socks!
I went to look at the spare room, to the stuff. It’ll be fun when I need to find something. Hehe! I’m not bothered, though; I’m just thankful for the help and what they have done for me. ♥
returned with my laundry and hung it up for me. They are looking after me today! Hurrah!
She checked the taps and cooker for me and admired the view from the kitchen window. ♥
I closed down the hardly-used computer and went to have a stand-up ablutioning session…
The water had gone cold again, Boo!
I’d ask for help… but from who?
Phycologist, will they tell me what to do?
Should I pray to a spirit or manitou?
Someone must help… can you?
At my age, I’ll not take the long view…
A sunset photograph was taken. An hour or so later, another was taken. Then, a close-up of the same view.
Started to get the meal ready, and by the time I’d got it cooking, this was the amazing view on offer. I did take another wider shot, but that managed to avoid going on the SD card and floated off into the ether. Huh!
How did you do? Of course, I got them all within 4 approximately four seconds… Well, 4 of them in about an hour… Hehe!
Well, them cheapo wrong pies that I have ordered too many of… tasted great! An overall flavour rating of 7.8/10… the tatties let it down.
arrived. When he entered the room, he handed me two envelopes from the Royal Mail. I asked him to take off the left & right leg strappings and the diabetic socks for me. After he’d gone, I investigated the two letters I’d had delivered. The first one was a bill from Meridian Care. Averaging £249 a week. Then opened the second one, which initially confused me an iota or two… . I could tell it was from The Ropewalk Audio Centre, and I expected an appointment for the hearing test… but no! It was from the Dementia Services Audiology. I couldn’t see an immediate link between Dementia and Hearing Problems? I considered that I may have misread it… but no! Number two in the long list of things in the advice section was clarification that this appointment is at the Ropewalk and not the QMC Hospital. It’s for 21st December, so I hope Kara can book me a lift there and back if she calls tomorrow. The 18-page questionnaire on Home Care Received still has to be completed and returned.
Sleep was constantly disturbed by two inflictions… Firstly, by with his digs at my past afflictions, bad choices and being conned so easily. But he seemed to give up after an hour or two, and hope of some rest returned… But, No! visited me what seemed like every five minutes… it could have been shorter!
The snow had fallen overnight. It was so cold in the kitchen, and my having developed a cough & cold was bad enough. But the heater in the kitchen was still not working! When I put the computer on later, it said it was -2°c (28°f) in Nottingham. So it must have been lower than that when I got up. It’s these visits, as much as things that constantly go wrong, which are doing my head in. Shaking them off is getting harder than ever, and they stay for longer and have been more frequent over the last two days. I must force myself to ask for help with these things. It’s stifling my sense of humour, confidence and hope. Someone who might read this can help me. But then again…
Makes things seem worse. I’m sure that I’ve got arithmaphobia and am not getting help with the banking problems that I can’t cope with. Also, I know one shouldn’t, but I listed my significant mental and physical difficulties on the web, and now I think that I just may have Huntington’s disease. *The first symptoms of Huntington’s disease often include difficulty concentrating. Memory lapses. depression – including low mood, a lack of interest in things, and feelings of hopelessness. Stumbling and clumsiness. Well, that’s me to a tee! And relatives suffered with it in years gone by. Still, what do I know? Now, I just want to free myself mentally, and then the physical side can be looked at. As if I’m going live long enough for that, Huh! The catheter has been in for about a year, the urine stinks to hell, and nothing is being done other than three tests where they removed the entire; let me try to wee manually overnight. They returned and did a scan to find the bladder was still over ⅓-full. Put the damned painful tube back in and carried on… what a Carry-On! Haha! Arthur Itis, the Cartilages, Peripheral Neuropathy Pete, Hard of hearing Harold, Dizzy Dennis, Duodenal Donald, Reflux Roger, Lymphorrhea Leslies Leaking legs, Shuddering Shoulder Shirley, the problem with my vision… I’m sick of these things going through my mind & brain whenever kicks-off, and the cursed ever-increasing spells fall on me.
I’m not sure if I feel any better for getting that off my chest or not, which, incidentally, along with my chest, face and legs, have Acne and Eczema. It’s ruining my handsome, spotless features, you know. Just noticed this, I’ve got rid of the red-eye, and now I’m getting a red chin? Haha!
Moving on…
I woke around 05:00hrs> I checked on the colour of the Catheter nocturnal pouch and was pleased to see it was much lighter this morning. Escaped from the £300 second-hand shop bought, c1966, moth-eaten, bedraggled, cringingly-beige-coloured, itch-inspiring, grotty, dilapidated, crumb-containing from my nocturnal nibblings, bug-ridden, not working recliner, and hobbled to the Porcelain Throne, with a degree of anxiety that I may not get there in time! I barely made it. But did make a right mess to clean up after the evacuation finished. Phwor! Worra mess! I went into the kitchen, put the light on, and two remarkable things hit me! The most critical and confusing thing was that the kitchen heater was working! The other was the snow-covered views of Sherwood available to me for photographicalisationing. I fetched and made a start. Sadly, the first one and the few that followed were not too good due to the darkness and my inability to take a better picture, as much as I repeatedly tried. But you can see the settled snow in amongst some of them.
Caught the lights on Mansfield Road in this one on the right and left.
I leant out the window, to take this one of the Winwood Court’s front car park. There’ll be some car owners waking up with their cars in need of snow removal and maybe de-icing as well, and besides. Poor things. I tried to capture a decent picture of Cavendish Drive with all the street lights on. That’s the one I suspect has two drug-growing houses on it. The snow always melts first on their roofs. Hehe! I’ll check later, light, Peripheral Pete, weather permitting… and if I remember to. Back to the wet room. Same procedure as the first visit. Smelly! Messy! By the time I returned to the kitchen, the light had increased, and I had another go at getting just one reasonable photo taken. I gave up.
I made a brew of Thomson’s Punjana tea and got on the computer. Initially, it worked and connected the first time. I foolishly thought that maybe, perhaps had improved their utterly abysmal record of failure to get a signal situation. Within the hour, Oligarchs from Sad had struck six times. Everyone ruined what I’d done! Gits! A blue hue, to the view now for you. Drops of rain were falling now and then.
The carer arrived at 0945hrs. I found a Sister Jane email had been sent this morning. She had received a call from Meridian, telling her to let me know that the carer would be late or not come this morning. It’s unsurprising, with the weather out there and us living up a steep hill. I assume that the Iceland delivery will not get here as well. The roads are atrocious. Carers must have been unable to get to work. No problem with my Iceland order not arriving; I’ve plenty of canned food and frozen. I’ll not starve… or freeze now that the kitchen heater has miraculously unexpectedly started working again.
I took two photos of the weather view through the balcony doors from the computer chair. I felt sure I’d caught a seagull in the second effort. But I’ll be blown if I can see it now? Humph!
Off I went to the small room again. Not a lot was passed, but by Jimminee, it was so foul smelling that I used the fresh air spray in the wet room before leaving in a hurry. Hahaha!
I am still coughing regularly today, and a sore throat seems to be developing.
Back into the kitchenette, the warmed kitchen, thanks to the heater now working, took two pictures. The blue hue had gone, and a fog was beginning to come down now. The cars on Chestnut Way were now losing some of the snow from the side of the vehicles, so it may be warming up a smidgeon?
The mist and possible fog seem to be getting thicker, and the temperature is lowering, according to the MS computer, for Nottingham, than it was at 06:00hrs this morning.
Good Heavens! is filling up more quickly again. The day pouch slipped right down the leg with the weight. Considering how tight I had the leg straps attached, this surprised me. Then again, maybe not. I’m definitely in a lighter mood than I was earlier. Naturally, this can change at any time… at the first cock-up I make, signs of bad news bring back memories of my ailments and/or the list of jobs undone yet. Oh, and if should take a tumble. But I’m enjoying it while I can.
Well, the food is not coming. As anticipated. I just got a message from Iceland. I’ve got to book another delivery. But the weather is not good, so it may happen again. It’s not their fault; I’ll try to cancel it.
Getting on now, better get the can of beans opened and the leftover, just out-of-date bacon in the oven. I seasoned the beans with my favourite Stubb brand Hickory liquid smoke, & it was Grrreat! Tate-Rating: 805/10. Really enjoyed it, too. Washed the pots and got settled in the itch-creating, bruise-giving, catheter-tube-tugging, crumb-decorated from my nocturnal nibblings, God-awfully uncomfortable, cringingly-grotty, no longer working, dirty beige recliner, anti-sleep designed, c1966, second-hand bought for £300, ten years ago from the charity shop, put the TV on, and swiftly fell asleep for half-an-hour. Care Richard woke me up on his last call. Fitted the nocturnal night pouch to the catheter and issued the painkillers to me… that’s all I can recall. Apart from not being able to get back to sleep again, thanks to persistent raving away at my past demeanours and mocking my being in my current pathetic mental state. Making everything sound my fault, I believed him, and guilt crept into things.
Well behind after the hospital visit. This’ll have to be cut short. I took a few piccies. memory & confusion difficulties.
The urine is still too dark.
The moving moon. Or was it me moving?
Mug of Glengettie. My having to go out with trousers on, I did not drink anything else, in case the bladder did the dirty on me like on the last visit, and suddenly filled up, and the pouch dropped down my leg and I had a messy job of getting to the WC while holding onto the pouch, and walker, struggled to get into a cubicle, to empty the little monkey of a bladder bag!
Through the balcony window. It was -3c.
Carer, then a second visit to the
In an hour! Gave-Up!
Got it done in time, then sorted out the needs for the visit to the QMC. Got down to the foyer in plenty of time, and utilised the crossword book, while waiting for the Easy Link lift to arrive. Which came a little late. But with the state of the icy roads, I expected it. Set off, with the nice driverless avoiding the speed bump route, after I mentioned the bleeding haemorrhoids from last week’s lift. Bless her! Winchester Street icy- Hill.
Don’t remember taking this one at all? I was also confused as to how I’d got a different shape of photos from ?
EENT arriving, area freed of ice, Security Guards.
The driver dropped me off; she had to dash off for her next customer, so as I was walking in through the front doors of the EENT… “There was movement in my trousers!” Yes, the filled and fell down my leg. Once again, I had a messy job of getting to the WC, while holding onto the pouch, and walker, struggling to get into a cubicle, to empty the little monkey of a bladder bag! A chap helped me to get into the cubicle. Thanking him! Got lost finding the treatment room, but someone was at hand to tell me it was at the end of the pointed out corridor, left through the double doors, and that’s it. I thanked them. They sent me to another corridor, but I found that one easily enough. Took a seat after showing the lady the paper work. A young lady collected me and we went into the sized for eye-testing room. A bath on several different machines, and although I did have trouble holding my head steady enough, and she had to do some of the procedures from scratch again when I apologised and mentioned Peripheral Neuropathy Pete being to blame, she was very understanding. Her Sister-in-Law suffers the same, so she was in the know of my problems. ♥ I’ve to arrange another eye test ASAP, as after the chart test, she said my vision urgently needs correcting. Thanked her and departed… Funny innit, how easy it is to get lost in a maze of corridors going in the opposite direction, that you went through two hours earlier? Hehehe!
I stayed in the snug NHS lift area, as the gal would not be back for a while, and I anticipate she will be late again with the weather she’s coping with. It was a lot warmer in that place to wait.
Took this snap as I fought off falling asleep. I had to move to the front of the building to await the bus as the time was approaching. I sat in the outer lobby, where some chairs were available… But could not stand it for long. So cold, and the two sets of automatic doors forever opening and closing made it worse. So I went inside and I leaned against a corner, leaning near a wall panel heater on the wall.
Half an hour later, the mini-bus arrived. The gal rushed toward me and said; “Sorry, got to go the loo!” She disappeared from view… Returning ten minutes later, saying Phew!
I took this snap as I settled in the minibus. We were soon back at the flats. I insisted she have a choice of nibbles and drinks form the trolley, as she’d done a grand appreciated job for me today. ♥
Going into the foyer, I met three tenants that I’d not seen for ages. Gaynor keeps looking younger each time I see her. Lovely lady. Enjoyed a chin-wag with them. Up to the flat. Despite my not having drunk anything for several hours, the day pouch was already half-full after the emergency emptying at the hospital? Not a good colour either, not for the daytime.
Made a start on this blog layout. I spent about three hours on this, CorelDraw was playing up again, and during the struggle… went down six times
Gave up. I’ll have to get it done in the morrow.
The day pouch was soon filling up after I’d started to drink the water again. But still, a reddish colour that flowed into the pouch!
The Carer arrived, a helpful lad, Didn’t catch his name. Victor, I think. He tightened up the pouch strappings for me. Medications were given. I think it was Victor, but could have been anyone with my lack of short-term memory, who sent me this photo of Sherwood. Yesterday or today’s scene?
I was well weary after the day’s gadabouts. Again, I didn’t feel up to bother with making a proper meal. So, a burger cob and chips it was. BBQ sauce and bread, and a pot of jelly. Taste-Rating: 7.2/10. (I was hungry!)
