– – Or Political? – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – 04:05hrs: I woke up, bursting into singing, badly out aloud; Oh, What a Beautiful Morning … Oh, all right then... I realised I needed a good shave and wash when I sniffed my torso as I got up to release the nocturnal catheter pouch. Hehe!. The urine was a little dark again. I was hobbling a smidge dodgily. I went into the kitchen, with the usual fear coming on that I’d find the hot tap or stove had been left on, but all was clear. As I took a photo of the high-in-the-sky moon. I made a right mess of that one. Tried again… This one was not a lot better.
Getting the diabetic socks off was not easy, and twice, I nearly took a tumble trying to get back upright after each sock was clawed off the legs. It had to happen, of course, as I tripped on the leg quilt that I had taken off. Somewhat painfully, although I didn’t hit the deck, managing to lean toward 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, which broke my fall.
. This displays my stupidity, as I was about to go to the wet room to have a stand-up wash and shave, thus washing off the Germolene in the process. Humph!
Off to the wet room. First things first… Yellowy, runny, stinky! Above all, it was messy!
I’d got the larger Morrisons PPs on and set about removing them along with the dried blood from , after he’d been tugged at by the . The crusted haemoglobin broke, and red flowed down my leg onto the floor. I had to clean it up before starting shaving, in case I slipped on it. That’s two close calls this morning. At the back of my mind, I knew a third was due. A good job. I rose early again. But had to rush things a little in case the Carer called early.
Got the floor cleaned and started to get the shaving done. Things went well today. Just one teeny-weeny nick on the ear hole. But not for long... Putting the razors away and dropping them both it was a deja vu again! I hit my forehead on the edge of the sink, and noticed, somehow, I’d missed it earlier when shaving, but the red-eye was back again. Well, that was the third out of the way.
Dressing gown back on; it was a little cold without the strappings and socks on. But not for long… Ten minutes later, arrived. She Germolened the right leg for me first off. Then got the diabetic sock on for me, and we got the leg straps on between us. She did a good job of them. Then she issued the medications for me. She’s spent a little longer with me than usual due to the extra fittings needed, and she had to rush off. Bless her. Did a good job all around.
I was on the blogging, and doing well, I thought. Suddenly it was three hours later, and called on me. I was in a bit of a state of losing the memory of what I’d been doing for so long, and I mentioned the FND symptoms, of which memory loss is included, and she listened to me, which was nice. She took the laundry down with her for me.
After she’d departed, I made a brew of Glengettie.
Then returned to the computer to see what I’d been doing for hours. I came across a cloud photo that I must have taken earlier too. This inspired me to take a look at the end car park mudslide, and I took this. The pool had shrunken a little.
The leggings had not slipped. Mariam had done a good job on them this morning.
I made another mug of tea, and to my surprise, turned up. Where had the time gone? I was not concentrating at all.
No rush, I related the FND findings, but each time I looked at him he was on his mobile phone. Hehe! Nothing unusual with that. I was getting things off my chest to anyone who’d listen today. Even those who didn’t listen. Hahaha!
It is not advisable to think that because things like & have occurred three times in a day, and you have prevailed, it does not mean the fourth will not be the start of the next three. If you get my grift? I decided to get the oven heating up for the sausage and roast potatoes to be cooked for the daily meal later on. I dropped the tray of potatoes, oh Woe… The dish landed on my ingrowing toenail toe, Slipped, retrieving each potato… On the oven, I banged my elbow, Got them in the oven, on the wrong regulo, And I’ve lost my remaining libido! Hehehe!
Do not be idle like wot I was, and buy any Asda prepared frozen roasting potatoes for any meal. You will not like them unless you like the flavour of mushy-crushed cardboard. I imagine if anyone ate them, they would end up with tummy aches, as wot I did. And I only ate four of them before dishing the others in the waste bin, post haste. Although Not Glorious This Time!
Washing the pots, and the view on offer from the kitchenette widow, although a little dull with the clouds, was still Bootiful! Then a closer Kodak Tim shot was taken. A charm in this one?
04:40hrs: Woke up with a certain reluctance. was marauding through my mind. I had the sense that he had been having a go at me all through my short sleep. Eventually, I forced myself to move, after realising that it is important for me to get the tended too early… I can’t remember why, but was sure it needed to get done. I grappled my way out of 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, twelve years ago from the charity shop, and then started to remove the . Oh, dearie me! Just look at the colour! Took the above photo, emptied the bag, and got the things ready to go to the wet room to tackle the risky duty of getting Shaving, showering, medicating and dressing done. The was needed first. At last, a change for the better. No total control from or, although Conrad had a slight advantage. As you can see, the shaving had the odd little cut accrued, bleeding. Hehe! I laid out the toilet roll sheets each time I had to use them. You can see how they bled less and less around the horseshoe of them on the raised toilet seat. Pretty! Obviously, shaving, I eventually saw the return of the Red Eye again! What with blood in the urine, now blood in the left eye again, I awaited the third bleeding session. Pondering on what would be the cause of bloodletting number three. Haha! My guesstimate would be , and or … Possibly, mayhap, possible even the . I got the shower towel on the airer racking, and the nook it off. I’d got the laundry bag nearly full. Adding the towel made it full. I must ask the Carer to take it down with them for me. Got on the computer.
Made a brew, and took this kitchen window view of the windy morning.
arrived. I asked her to cream the papules, put on the diabetic socks, ankle and leg strapping, and take the laundry down with her. The laundry is still there. But she did a great job with the strappings for me. A lovely gal. Took the rubbish bag with her too.
I persevered with this blog. Praying that the browser does not crash again! Then started an Ode for tomorrow. Then made some graphics for cartoons later on.
I made an early meal. Cause I was feeling suddenly so tired and weary. Shut down the computer and put the sliced bacon bits and sausages in the oven at a high temperature.
Added the meat too the tomatoes and added some sea salt. Plenty of bread to help soak up the tomatoes.
One of the best meals for a few days enjoyability-wise! 9/10 flavour rating.
Then the recent ailments returned with a vengeance. Led by , with and an in-form . I felt sorry for myself, forced myself up to wash the pots, then it was down into c1966, £300 Oxfam charity shop bought, second-hand, wincingly grotty, beige coloured, crumb-covered from my nocturnal nibblings, itch-making, uncomfortable, positively unhealthy & dangerous, no longer operational, virus-breeding, easy-to-fall-out-of, Catheter-tube-trapping, recliner. Put the new TV on, and lay there, totally unaware of what was showing on the goggle-box, trying to will away the aches and pains spiritually… which goes to show you what a clot, I am! The coughing started again. I found a fair bit of blood on the kitchen towel I used to remove the upcoming dollops of phlegm. At first, this was a worry, but I soon discovered it was the gums and teeth bleeding, not anything coming up from the innards. Phew! Eventually, I relaxed a smidgeon as the coughing eased off, and the sore throat seemed to as well. The continued for hours?
I have a feeling I may have used this Fault before? Tsk! Anyway, here’s the result. Sorry if it’s been on the blog before.
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.
05:20hrs: I awoke, battled my way out of the £300, bought eight years ago from the second-hand shop, Harold Haemorrhoid testing, repugnantly beige-coloured, crumb containing, virus-breeding, acne-giving, rickety, none-working recliner, and detached the from and was up on my feet, and doing the balance exercises, within a few minutes. . The wee-wee in the punch was less than expected, and of a darker shade. However, in the past, I have had it a lot darker on some mornings. So, not too bad. The right leg bandaging still looked the same colour as the left leg’s skin. Note the long green throw I’d wrapped around my belly and put on under the dressing gown? That’s due to it being so flipping cold without the ankle and leg straps on. The nurse, Sarah, I hope, is coming on Tuesday, to see how the pins are going, so might have to start using the cumbersome, but warm again. Not that I’ll remember with all the medical appointments coming up. Hopefully, my red eye appointment with the doctor, can be cancelled somehow for Monday morning, as long as it continues to improve? It does look a little better this morning more of the white bit is showing. So, fingers crossed it continues to heal itself. Another messy evacuation was tackled. The passing, I would think, took about five seconds, Eugrh! Hehe! The cleaning up, took me about fifteen minutes or so. And all the bending down started to activate, but he didn’t have me over. Another Tidied up a little in the front room. Not much. Don’t want to overdo things, you know. Hehehe! Found the spillage from last night’s exploding bottle of Schweppes tonic water, had stained the carpet something awful! What’s it doing to my stomach lining? You never know; it may even help me with & ‘s hassle? Off to the kitchen. To get some potatoes in the crock-pot to have later on. I made a mess of taking a photo of last night’s nosh; it didn’t make it to the SD card for some reason. But I did take a photo of one mini-potatoes that I didn’t have the heart to eat. A tiny little thing.
I got the computer on, and guess what? No signal was available. After ten minutes or so, one came on. An hour later, the 6th failure showed up. This time it needed the full treatment to get it back on. Lost the work I’d done by turning everything off. Reset the whatsit box… router, left it a minute, then pressed the rest button and waited in hope. 20 minutes later, it came back on. I cracked on with the Saturday blog updating. Got it done and was about to email the links and it went again. I lost all I’d done on the Email, of course. But, it did come back on of its own accord about an hour later, while I was doing a graphic on CorelDraw for Sunday’s blog. I hastily for the Email done again and posted it.
Just in time for the dubious financial Oligarchs of again!
arrived. He got the various medicationings sorted out and offered a bit of advice on the computer problems that I was having recently with the maddening problems of Firefox crashing, Norton changing things without telling me, and CorelDraw freezing on me regularly. ‘Always back up your work’. Finally, after Victor had departed, I got and drank a mug of Glengettie. Hurray! No biscuits were eaten with it, which I felt a little proud about! After this failure from the famously inept , and another full reset to get it back, the thing went so slowly; it was hard work. I went back onto CorelDraw, praying that it would not freeze on me again. IT DID! HAD TO TURN EVERYTHING OFF.
Turned itself off. Now when I try to open it, it comes up in a version from 5 years ago. Will not save anything! I could cry. The Internet is down again; just come back on; this may be the last from me… if I can get to post it that is. All that work I did lost too!
No new graphics, no new photos, no imported things, written word only in future.
Cock-up forgetting I’d ordered an Iceland delivery, or between 08-10 hours. Appointment at the chemist for 09@55hrs for the Covid Jab… but luckily, the Iceland man came early… Phew! was back at work. She had a quiet break, she told me. Then, she also rang the Audio Clinic for me without any definitive answer about the appointments. Then she changed the well overdue and fitted both leg and ankle bags for me. I’m so glad she’s back ♥ You wouldn’t believe how much I was fretting without her. The bus trip to the Covid jab, and the Covid Jab I thought went well. I got some doughnuts for the residents meeting for a drink in the big lounge. When one of the ladies kindly asked if the jab went well, I replied: Perfect, didn’t feel the needle at all, no pains afterwards. The arm later on was and still is in agony! And staying awake is a challenge in itself. I could do nothing on the blog, for I was suddenly so tired out? So, and trying to catch up on this Thursday morning. It’ll have to be a quickie, or else, I’ll never get today’s blog started. Mission impossible today. And the arm that I told everyone was name bother… is! Hehehe!
Took this and the one below before the delivery arrived. Why I took it, I don’t know! Made a mess of this one too!
The food Arrived. And what a mess I’d made of the ordered! I must have ordered six double packs of kitchen rolls? I felt sure I’d ordered only one, or meant to? The fridge seemed well filled.
Got the paperwork ready in my . Set out to get to the bus stop. Where I had a great, long, much-missed chin-wag. The trip down was not too bad. A bloke told me to go one stop further than usual, then I could use the pelican-crossing to get to the chemist. Since I moved into the flats, this shop has changed named four times as I know of. Just puzzled!
Crossed the road and took this shot down the hill. Then got into the chemists and handed them the COVID-19 details. I espied while waiting, that they had some of the Max Antidiarrhea Capsules on sale.me two packets.
I snapped some of the many closed shops on Mansfield Road in Sherwood.
Up to the bus stop, and had another natter while waiting for it to arrive. At this stage, my arm was no bother at all. I bought some doughnuts from the Co-op to give to the residents with their tea or coffee.
Got back to the flats. I cheerfully meandered inside Winwood Court, and to the large lobby, and handed the gals the packages. I popped out the back of the flats to take these two photos.
The backs of Winwood and Woodthorpe Courts. The backs of Winwood, & Winchester Courts.
Back into the flat, and forgot to take off leg and ankle straps. I am a one!
As I was doing the waste bags, the Covid-used arm kicked off. I was too tried to do anything now as well.
Took off both of the diabetic socks, ankle and lag straps.
Not that I spent much time on the computer, but …
A LOUSY NIGHT! Sweet Morpheus was unattainable! I had to keep waking up to check on the day pouch, as the Night Pouches are still unavailable. And if I moved, the right arm gave me some stick in no little degree!.
Lighter this morning… No, it’s not, I got up late!
My right leg looked a little battered?
Waste bags sorted.
Got the new drinkie in the cupboard for the nurses and carers to pick from. Keeping a list of those given out this year. I missed someone out last year. Tsk!
Well, that was unexpected.
Lunchtime treat.
A repeat evacuation for the first time in months.
The being-done-up for six months home has a ladder moved. Mayhap the builders have returned?
Carer Benjamin at work.
Gotten Himmel, changed again. Getting regular summonings to the Throne?
My usual photographicalisationing skill showed through again on the evening snaps of the view.I got the colly wobbles? I tried a close-up shot. Ahem!
Midnight bag sorting again.
03:00hrs: Good Heavens – Again! Well, seeing the time made me stop blogging and make the meal of the day.
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A fine-looking feast was prepared. It tasted foul! Not sure what I must have got wrong, but, Eurgh! Flavour-Rating: 1/10. The gravy was okay.
What a slog of a day. Confusion, delusion, disappointment, a memory blank or two, and forever sort of in semi-control, couldn’t-care-less, and or Fretting about having nothing to fret over modes.Honestly, I worry about myself at times, then sink into an almost, but not quite there, semi-accepting-everything without bothering period.And even with the Carers and the nurse calling, I spent far too long on this blog. But enjoyed it… apart the the self-detrimental and imitation happy-go-lucky periods. Which were all mingled together at times. Talk about up & down! Humph!.
04:45hrs: Great colour this morning. I felt tired out still, and had to encourage myself to escape the c1966, £300 Oxfam charity shop bought, second-hand, itchy, wincingly grotty, beige coloured, crumb-covered from my nocturnal nibblings, itch-making, uncomfortable, positively unhealthy & dangerous, no longer operational, virus-breeding, easy-to-fall-out-of catheter-tube-trapping, recliner. Caught my balance, and began to revert to my usual morning state of confusion and more confusion.
Ablutions and the first of the four visits to the Throne. Each event was of a similar nature. Apart from this first evacuation, that is. I think a slow starter? Yet I could feel the bubbling and brewing from within, and I fully anticipated the usual of late, ‘Splushes-Splashes’ and all-done routine in seconds. But No! I spent several minutes counting the cracks on the ceiling, and then I got the crossword book and spent ages on them. Not that I got many answers in, but enjoyed it all the same. Then, the motion started and finished in seconds. Why the delay, I don’t know, I’m sure.
The legs are getting fatter at the top, and the left is thinner at the bottom.
I must report that the getting rather annoying, and bothersome is getting uncomfortable and causing lesions on the skin? With
Waste bags were collated. And left in the hallway close to the front door for collection by the kind carer. At this stage, I had a little bother when suddenly gave up the ghost momentarily. But being in the hallway was a help, as I could reach and use the walls to prevent any tumbling onto the floor. Yes, I had not taken a stick with me. Tsk! Lucky really!
I took this with the window open from inside the balcony, at the right end, facing North, towards Daybrook, Arnold and eventually Mansfield. The rain was coming, and the mudslide growing. Then some snaps of the weather, and views from the kitchenette windows. But I did my bestestist! Hehe!
The weather made getting a decent shot taken rather difficult. Yes, they were not so good either today. Why? I’ve no idea. So I cleaned the glasses later & washed the eyes.
Returned to close the balcony window I’d left open. (The rain & wind coming in prompted me to! Hehe!) And spotted a new vehicle in the car park from the earlier photo. So took this shot with it in. A motorbike, paramedic, or police possibly?
Either way, not a good sign.
This may have been a mistakenly taken picture?
The last view of my leg’s condition was before the District Nurse arrived minutes later. bless her cotton socks, to sort me out with new paraphernalia straps & bandages!.
The arrival of any nurse always cheers up near toothless Inchy! Haha!
The nurse had brought a lot of new gear to use on me again today. I felt so cared about! I was smiling, joking and in fine mental form… Honestly!
More spare compression bandages and lesion pads. A big bagful. It looks to me like it will be a long job anticipated in getting the legs sorted out? A new black wind-on compression sock.The nurse first removed the bandage from the right leg. I loved the ridges it had left on the skin, and I asked her if she’d take a photo of it, for me to use on the blog. She took the two above for me. You can see how well the compressioning had reduced the fluid. content of the right leg! She then put on the black leg support on the left leg. This will need changing every so often and washing.
Watching the Angel fit it, was such a complicated procedure. I don’t think the Carers will not be able to do it without much further instruction.Before doing this, she took a snap of the leg with (above left). With newankle ulcers forming. The black compression sock did not show up in this photo. I thanked her most-muchly; she said she, or someone would be back next Tuesday to check things out and make any changes needed. ♥
On my fourth visit to the , or rather, after my fourth visit, I realised that the olive oil dropper bottle was nearly empty. So I meandered wobblingly into the kitchenette, and started searching (I never found it) for the mini cone out. (Found some on eBay and ordered them, free delivery from China?) played dead for a few seconds… this time she got me – Crunched down on the hard floor, but the helped soften the blow. And there was no damage caused to anything, other than my knee. Hehe!
Discombobulated, I closed the computer and got a very much-belated, but needed 4-hour-leg-up-session in the £300 second-hand shop purchased, c1966, welt-causing, uncomfortable, not-working, itch-inspirational, crumb-containing recliner. Waking up a few hours later, I decided to have my second mug of tea of the day. Utilising , and carefully taking this shot from the kitchen window, of the fast-disappearing sun. Not too bad an effort.
Got some nosh done. Potato Cakes, the last of the sweet Jenny-donated tomatoes, and some pickled beetroots. Which were unfortunately rock hard! I tried two and had to dish them; the rotting teeth couldn’t cope with them. Hobbled into the kitchen to get the washing up done. Checked that the taps (Faucets) were turned off, and no hobs, slow cooker or oven had been left on. I returned to the recliner, looked at the Freeview schedule, and found that I could now watch two episodes of ‘Heartbeat’ and ‘Cracker’ on the same channel straight after each other. An entertainment feast for me! Huh! I don’t know how I do it… I drifted off at the first set of adverts, and woke 4-hours later when the credits were scrolling at the end of the second ‘Cracker’ episode! Someone asked me last week, “Do you watch a lot of television now you’ve got the time?”
Due to , I’d stored photos on the wrong day in the file. So some may be from earlier, as I got myself in a muddle trying to sort them. Sorry again. if so!
06:14hrs: was leaking rather painfully as I stirred back into my mock-imitation, forlorn pitiful life. She was stinging much more this morning as well. As I removed the night bag from the catheter, other ailments joined in. With what seemed a concerted effort. A lets attack Inchy with as much pain as we can today. They were successful! , , and a rare visit from . The pain behind the left eye kicked off… EQ kept telling me, “I warned You!” I knew things were not going to go well at all today – and boy was I right! Had I known what was going to happen, I’d have hibernated there in the £300 second-hand shop purchased, c1966, welt-causing, uncomfortable, not-working, welt-creating, itch-making crumb-containing recliner.
I got to the wet room and utilised the first job. Aha, had not lost control completely, but I’d say was fighting back! The shaving went bloodlessly. ! The showering did not! The patch I’d put on was loosening its grip a bit. , and flowing freely was . giving me gip each time I had to bend or stretch. But the Germolene and Germoloids I’d managed to buy, did a fine job in stopping the bleeding for me. Emptying the bowl that I’d washed my feet in while shaving, I got a little, but enough, of the shakes and twitches from , to ensure that I dropped the bowl of dirt water. Innit amazing how far water can spread? Come think of it, she had support from my to inform the befuddled brain of my physical needs. The urine was a good-looking colour today. It kept changing several times later on from this practically near perfect to a deep orangey-red? Little was jealous of the other ailments’ success I think, and the pangs and pains started coming from him, and are still with me tomorrow. I thought today was bad… but having already lived tomorrow, they are not so bad! I made another Heath Robinson affair and put it on Not the foggiest idea what I might have done wrong, but boy did the pain increase! Yes, it did! seemed the ‘Ailment in Command’ at this stage. Even worse than the , this was a first!
arrived. Medications sorted, and the eye drops. I did ask the lad if he could put some of the Phorpain gel on , but somehow we both forgot about it. No blame attached, other than to me. I’m the one in pain, and I forgot to remind him. We’ll settle I think for blaming
Arrived, for financial & advising. Well, she was overwhelmed I think, all the problems I needed help with. ① Covid-jab appointment making. ② Flu-Jab appointment making. ③ She called the district nurse to get some advice for me on the bleeding. Told me they will report this to the nurses. ④ She tried to arrange a lift for the Audio Clinic appointment that she had made for me, but it doesn’t look too good – no free spots. The chap told Kara, that if any do come free, I’ll be first on the list to get a lift. He would ring back to let me know if that happens. ⑤ Kara did the eye drops and medicationing. ⑥ Checked on the Catheter bag for me. ⑦ When I went to find the Olive Oil applicator for the ears. She even found time to come and pick me up after I took a Dizzy-Tumble. Bless her! ⑧ There was something else she did, but I can’t recall it now.
I thanked her again, and off she had to go, always sad!
I’d be Lost Without Her Weekly Call to Help me!
I went out onto the balcony for a look around, hoping maybe to find some trees or clouds that I might do some with. But the clouds were very minimal and high and with my eyesight, they were not seeable enough really. But the close-up stuff was. Taking a shot of the end car park, I saw that the mudslide was receding at a good rate. No rain last night? I opened the door and took a close-up of the car park area. The mudslide had a sort of glow to it? After I on the raised ledge when getting back inside. I smiled, passed wind, and laughed it laughing it off, of course...
Potatoes on the boil.Then I searched for my new bottle of olive oil… Couldn’t find it, despite finding it hours later smack in the middle of the Carer’s table. Tsk! Made the second permitted mug of tea. Glengettie of course. I used the Jersey Full Milk this time. Lovely! But naughty, Sister Jane says! The Carer arrived, and UI left the mug of tea to go cold, forgetting all about it. The mug was well stained when I discovered it. Testimony to the flavour of the brew! The Community Nurse arrived, to look at the state of . She took a photograph of the lesion where the fluid was seeping from. Then set about drying it and wrapping the leg from just below the knee, down and around the foot! It felt better afterwards, but of course, I was being distracted by the presence of a young lady, manhandling me. Hahaha! She told me I must keep the leg raised at all times when not moving about. I had to insist she chose a dinkie and or nibbles from the display. She obliged me, bless her; after I’d told her if she didn’t pick one, I’d be sulking all day. Which brought forth the first laugh of the day. Hehehe!. She said someone would come out on Monday to change the bandages and check on things. Amazingly I remembered Carer Kara telling me she made the appointments for the Audio Clinic and Covid jabs for Monday & Wednesday, as she thought I might be tired after the trek to the clinic and it would give me a day to recover. Now that was kind! ♥ I mentioned this to the nurse, who said they would come on Tuesday instead.
Three hours or about, later, I checked on the leg when the Carer came. He took this photo. Looks like the fluid and a smidgeon of blood had started to flow.
Then it dawned on me – I would not be able to take a shower! It’ll have to be doing the washing stood at the sink. Which, will mean difficulties in getting access to certain areas that the shower spray usually takes care of. And on Tuesday, if they rebandage it again, an even longer period without a shower? Will I begin to reek? Haha! There is not a lot of escapage at the moment, so the chances are that they may leave it to get some air… or not. Mind you come think of it, it’ll be five days before they call… Ah, well!
The blogging will have to be cut short: if done at all. It seems essential that I get my leg up! There is no answer to that! Har-Har! I’ll try to get a cartoon made, and an ode daily. If time or I’m up to it. Sorry folks. Evening photo of the oddly light night.
There are also three medical appointments to sort out and fit in next week? I’m not feeling too good about the coming week. EQ agrees with me.
Great meal, though. The Flavour-Rating given was a deserved 8.5/10. Would have been higher if I had not undercooked the potatoes. Tsk!
Fingers Crossed – I can’t cross the legs or fingers voluntarily anyway. The worst of the ailments at present is the pain coming from the s Papules; a close second is the , which for some reason dosen’t like putting my legs up.
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – Carer Marie was with me when the nurse arrived to check with the scanner on my bladder. The nurse read the wee-weeing facts log… She was not impressed So, although the pain of having the whole contraption and shebang replaced, was (as I expected) bloody painful… I knew that the worse agony of passing water, would not have to be suffered, at least for a while again. But was disappointed in the failure of the Finasteride and catheter to solve anything after over a year of Little Inchie going through a beating & bleeding, the valve leaks soaking the slippers, the burst pouches, and the miserable struggle to get my protection pants and trousers on without pain & problems would continue unabated. I forgot to ask if I should continue with the four-week course of Finasteride, which turned out, to date, to be a six-month one. I must find out. Loads of bits came out when I first started peeing again. I assume they were bits of the prostate that the Finasteride had mashed? I had about 20 hours of peeing, and each of the 188 attempts, was more painful than a few years ago when I was told I had Interstitial Cystitis. I thought that was bad, not this was more agonising! It wore me out, that and the lack of sleep. A permanent Catheter seemed like the next option. But, no! The nurse said they’d probably try the whole shebang again! Feeling sorry for missen here, Sorry!. – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
Early morning view, 03:10hrs.
Sorted out the water bins and bags. A lot of stuff from the Catheter Contraption replacement.
Ablutions and Porcelain Throne activities.
During the course of the day, I had to change PPs eight times. Little Inchie had taken a battering and leaking, (when the catheter was out), causing this most times. Also, problems getting them on, cost me two pairs as they tore on the picker-upperer; my balance was not good. Still no word from anyone who can help me with ordering some Samaritan Olive Oil and slippers from Amazon. I can’t order them, cause the last three orders I have had from them were all left on the ground floor lobby. Fetching them up did me no good at all. I’d like to pay anyone who can order them to their home for me, and let me have them. Struggling here!
Carer Marie was with me when the District Nurse arrived for the bladder scanning. It showed a lot of urine still inside. So, after taking out the , I weed painfully to my heart’s content, and then the nurse did another scan. It showed even more content within! That was that then – A new Catheter set-up was fitted into poor sore Little Inchie! On the left leg this time. That’ll be fun at night, me going to the wrong leg to empty things. Hahaha!
I did a bit of tidying up, in the front room, but not much! Went into the kitchen to do some… but no. Carer Kara arrived and kicked off, and it was like pressing a switch; I was suddenly drained and feeling so wearily tired. I decided to get an early meal, and just sit down, in hopes of getting some crucially needed sleep. Potatoes, peas, onions, beetroot & no-fish-fish sticks. I think I enjoyed it. Possibly an 8/10 rating.
Sweet Morpheus soon arrived, within a minute of my putting the tray on the carers table… Zzz! Great!
Two hours later, I was woken up by arriving. Not that I can recall much about the visit; I was still half-asleep. I do remember his taking the tray into the kitchen for me, bless him. Evening medications, eye drops I can’t recall, but they would have been done by Benjamin. Within seconds of his departure, I’d drifted off into slumber again!
A couple of more hours, and came for his last visit of the day. I was awake this time. And feeling a little perkier and more aware. I took his BP, fine again.
I asked Ben to run some Phorpain gel into my back for me.
Here are the updated Carer BP checks list;
Cleared the things left by the nurse, and bagged them up.
Got back on the computer, then went to get some more Soda Water to drink. Taking these night shots. To the right… Ahead… To the left, a bit darker there. The down at the end car park. The mudslide was drying out quickly.
Got started work on this blog for a few hours. It was constantly mistake-ridden work. For some reason, I still felt so tired and was stinging awful
Do you know, I’ve only had one mug of tea for over a week now? I can’t understand why?
Ah, well, I’ll try to get my head down again then…
– – – – – POOR OLD THING! – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – Well, butter my butt and call me a biscuit! Over six hours of sleep, with just one wake-up early in the morning, about 05:00hrs, after I’d had the dream about the end of mankind & the planet. I scribbled some memory notes to help me in recall for the writing about it on the ode for today. (above). It was like a documentary. Forecasts, images and disasters were being revealed. Constantly changing between countries and different types of catastrophes. All of them, humankind made. I did wonder if had had a hand in creating this nightmare, well, morningmare? Apparently, the end will come in three years’ time. But by the time it ends, judging by the details given to me, those still left on earth will be glad to see the back of it. Millions of humans committed suicide, genocide, fratricides, sororicides, infanticides, homicides, general populicides, and a few tyrannicides as well. Still, it made a nice change to wake up with something on my mind. Hehe! – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
At 0605hrs, I emerged from the aged, grotty-looking c1966 made, charity-shop-bought, horribly beige-coloured, £300, Harold’s Haemorrhoid-testing, non-operational, acne-giving, virus-breeding, rickety, easy-to-fall-out-of recliner, with scribble on the note pad to create an ode about the dream for this blog. And that was all I seemed interested in. The nocturnal catheter pouch urine was darker today. This makes me worry about the District Nurses taking off the entire on Monday, to see if I can manually wee-wee. If it is this colour when they arrive, I can’t see them bothering. They may decide to book me in for a permanent catheter option? I pray not!
I got on the computer, but as soon as I started using it… Down it went! But I got it back within 15 minutes. Then spent a good one-and-a-half hours making the Dream Ode.
Sorted the waste bags out.
Went to the kitchenette, and the morning mist up high was obliterating views from the window. The first shot I took, had the flash on. The 2nd at least you can see the houses. Neither photos were very good.
Then… nervously off to the wet room.But only slightly this time. Messy again, but at least there were a few torpedo-shaped chunks in there. Haha!
The feet and toes looked surreal with their oh-so-white toe ends. Otherwise, they were looking good.
The Carer Arrived. Had a natter while she did the medicationings and eye drops.
Worked on yesterday’s blog, and within three hours I’d updated and posted it off to WordPress!
Before starting on today’s photos, I fetched an ice cream cornet from the freezer – it was far too soft, so I expect my leaving the freezer door open has done more damage than I expected. When I get time, I’ll have to dish some stuff.
Took a photo to the left of the flats. Where the morning sun is still behind Mapperley Hill. Then straight ahead.
I adjusted the strapping on the catheter. Not very well, though. Carer Victor arrived and readjusted the straps for me. Where did the time go? afternoon already!
Wee-weeing well… but… see how it comes out of the pouch?
Better tackle the ablutioning now. This is going to be a long job. Getting things together and ready to go in. Oh, I’ll do the waste first. Been tidying up… Oh, Yes! 13:12hrs: To the Wet Room! Charrrge! Well, I limped in. Pleased with the shaving while standing in a bowl of water at the sink. No trips, slips or balance problems. I even got out and washed and dried the bowl, harm-free! And as for the shaving, huh, only two cuts! Honestly! The showering I admit was a bit of a farce. Hit my head on the power box. dropped the loofah twice, and stubbed my toe on the flipping shower chair leg. Drying off, I knocked a selection of things off of the floor cabinet. I took two photographicalisations of the mess, but neither made it to the SD card.
Even getting into the Protection pants was relatively easy today? I’m not saying it was easy; I meant it was less painful, and no injuries were involved. But it still hurt! Hahaha!
15:15hrs; All done. Got some potatoes in the oven, and back to the computer to get on with this blog. Getting tired now (16:25hrs), so I’ll get the nosh sorted out.
Carer Marie arrived as I was planning the meal. Showed me a way to shred cheese in a safer way; bless her. I got on with making the cheesy potatoes, with some of Jenny’s yellow & red tomatoes, fishless fish sticks, And sliced beetroot. The strawberry dessert was on its last sell-by date. Flavour Rating: 9/10!
I took some snaps earlier, that I forgot to put in here. Well fancy that; Me! forgetting something! Sky to the North. Sky to the North, a little higher. A later shot of the same area. Even earlier and missed off, a shot of the car park end.
Went into the wet room, to change my PP’s… and clean & medicate my lower region. I was flabbergasted to see that the bruise on the left thigh, that I got when taking the last tumble, and two days later had completely vanished – was back again? Impossible, surely? I haven’t taken any knocks or falls for days now. Ah, unless I took a knock nocturnally… could be?
Carer Victor did the last call. I was asleep when he came, and have little knowledge of how things went, but he had put the night pouch on for me. Getting back to sleep took a while, and when I got there, there were the odd flapping and threshing about awakenings. But at least didn’t go on and on as he has been doing; in fact, he’s given me two nights off… but he’s back, but not with a vengeance this time.
