Ahem! I found this in ten seconds! Fair enough, it was designed for infants to work out. But still – Hehe! – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – It didn’t last long, though…
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – This day, I was more out of it than in again. The urine in the night bag was dark but grew darker as I refilled the day bag. Well into the evening, it turned an almost perfect near-white? The Porcelain Throne visits (4) were bloody and painful, with absolutely nothing getting through to the WC! I spent ages on the Throne, all to no avail. I’m now taking crystals to help me go, after months of taking anti-diarrhorea pills to stop me from going! In fact, I was on the Throne when Carer Chris came in and tapped on the door asking if I was alright. I’d not heard the chime. He said he could hear me oohing, r’ing and swearing! Guilty!
The memory, Dizzies, Confusion, and I could barely hear anyone I spoke with… I must try to sort out the problem with the Audio Centre, to get some help to ring them next week. No Kara next week. I think she’s on a deserved holiday. The financials are all on hold. Carer Atere said he was coming in her place. He knows the financial paperwork storage system, which will be a big help.
The usually Nocturnal Thought Storms Steve had a bash at trying diurnal Thought Storming! Huh! Just what I needed, Not! Concentration Konrad was noticeable by his complete absence. The number of times I just could not think of what I was after an interruption, was so often I lost count. I’m not kidding. And yet there was an air of acceptance with me today. I reckon I thought I deserved it… Well, according to Thought Storm Steve, who was constantly reminding me of the shameful things from my youth. The day was spent on the computer. Apart from the emptying of the catheter pouch, the failed visits to the Porcelain Throne, and the Carers calling.The worst repeat interruptions were from the, .who amassed many brown-outs today. Which in their usual fashion lost me work that I’d done and could not save, because I had to turn everything off, and reset the box, then restart the computer. Even change Wi-Fi connection numbers each time it went down, and do the same work again! What me, Cry? Blubber, Howl? Curse, Swear? It was only my dyspathy towards the number-crunching oligarchs, the smoke & mirrors money & figure manipulating financial geniuses of Liberty-Global that kept me going, and not packing up on the blogging. Spit!
Still got a few photographicalisations done though! Bejesus! What a colour! Still dark hours later, when I belatedly emptied the day pouch.
Waste bags sorted out.
During one of the failed visits, I had to change into fresh PPs. I tried one of the cheaper XXL ones… The first laugh of the entire day!
I struggled, as usual getting them on, but kept my balance; no fall or tumble, not even any banging on the wall, stubbed toe or door-head-butting. Finally, I got both legs in the right holes… Don’t laugh; I have been known to get them the wrong way around… also trying to get two legs in the same hole. Go on then, laugh! Hehe!
I carefully got the pants up my legs, without catching the release valve lever… this was going so well. The laugh came to me when I got them fully pulled up… they were so big the waistband was only inches from my nipples! Hahaha!
Artist Impression done in CorelDraw by Inchy. Har-Har!
Aha, much lighter shade this afternoon! My favourite puffer clouds to the north. And, to the east!
Liberty-Global Internet went down a few more times. Gnash!
I dropped a tablet and thought it fell in the waste bin. Had a sort through the bin, but could not find it. So I got the torch and looked underneath the second-hand bought ex-Hopewells G-Plan c1960 sideboard with the computer on it. Not only couldn’t I find it, I stubbed my toe in the struggle to get back up on my feet again! It has to be in the bin… So, another dig around in the waste bin. And another failure to find the Codeine. Hey-Ho!
Then realised when I’d stubbed the toe, I’d caught the right ankle ulcer. It stung a bit, but I now had the Germolene to rub in to ease it. Of course, bending down to rub in the ointment, kicked off , so she got some Germolene rubbed in… at least the area I could reach. I wonder if any youngsters read this blog? They’ll, just like I did, and think it’ll not happen to be, getting dithery, dozy and daft as a brush. Haha!
Night Shots From the Kitchen Window Peaceful looking? Lights out time. Sky again to the left.
Here are the results of the carers tested for their BP. All looking good!
Well into the morning now, I’d better get some nosh done. I shall report back with a sit-rep for you every one of my avid readers in the morning. Hope you both sleep well. Har-Har!
03:00HRS: AT LAST… FOOD! Vegetable Chilli-Con-Carne! Breadsticks, a banana, and an iced lolly for afters. Flavour-Rating: 9.2/10!
Got bedded down around 03:20hrs, and low & behold, was waiting ready to start again. But I did get off eventually and had nearly three hours of bliss. . I would have stayed in the £300 second-hand shop purchased, c1966, welt-causing, uncomfortable, not-working, itch-inspirational, crumb-containing recliner for longer; Unfortunately Dementia Doreen’s compatriot, , convinced me on waking, that it was Monday! So I thought I had a delivery coming between 7 & 8, and it was already 07:15hrs; a semi-panic-mode was engaged and I got up in a bit of a rush; Dizzy Dennis visited, and I plumped down again, with a foggy head. Then realised it was Sunday.
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – The left cataracted eye is looking like I’ve taken a right hook from somebody! Mind you, looking again, so does the right one? But only the left one is painful. Although the left one was expected to be like this, I learnt of the right one only having one cataract that needed doing, and the left one had a cortical, and two nuclear cataracts done. Marching on… left, left, left, right left… Hehehe!I’m still getting confused with so many eye medications to be done. How the Carer’s keep up with it I don’t know. I’ve written down the roster needed: AM on waking up: Blepharitis Gel, left eye only. Five minutes later, the 4-Times a day. First Carer call: drops, for times a day, to be inserted by the Carers. The gel is AM & PM only. Then , this is to be applied by me, four times a day. The Dry Eye pads are to be used three times a day, applied by me. Instruction was supplied on how to do this properly. The Blepharitis liquid is applied on a pad and can be used morning and evening ‘If required’ in case of any pains, signs of bruising or red-eye appear. Well, they have all appeared! Basically, I haven’t much idea what I’m doing!. No doubt about it, when I caught the eye early in the morning, it hurt, and the redness started to appear! Left eye only then. However in the afternoon, as I was doing the pad cleansing job, had a go at me, and I caught the eye again! Then it got such a nuisance, that I had to abandon the blogging for a long time until things eased off and more vision was available. Humph! Then, muggings here got into word-finding files. So, cannot see, cannot hear, cannot get any sleep, and am generally desperate to make time… Not much time for blog-creating again. Onward… Not much today, Sorry.
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Nocturnal Urinationings
Balcony photo. . Kitchen photo.
. Looks like the ankles might be swelling up again?
No progress on the house being done up?
. Afternoon sky.
. Evening… well, early morning nosh. Tons of No-Butter Butter on milk roll slices. Imitation franks. Red & yellow tomatoes, Oven chips overcooked, as I like them! Sea salt & distilled vinegar. A Jacobs orange biscuit and pot of raspberry jelly! Flavour Rating: 9.3/10!
Another ‘Not-Sure-What’s-Happening-Day’ over! TTFN
So many ailments attacking today. The most annoying and bothersome one was without a doubt; . For constant sheer pain, and causing me balance loss. The above-average ones were , and . With support from & a particularly persistent kept failing.
An awful lot of jobs that I could not handle were being left undone. How I’ll ever catch up is beyond me.
The Domestic did not turn up for her hour of cleaning; she’s catching up with her due holidays she told me two weeks ago, so no blame there. The flat is getting untidy now, and beginning to look uncared for. A messy carer’s desk with bits of tablet packaging residue on the carpet. But it’s too dodgy for me to start bending and cleaning in the state I’m in. Sarah the City-Care OT, sent me an email, telling me not to bend down, amongst other advice:
Mission impossible for some of the suggestions. How can the carers find time or staff to help me clear the room? They can’t supply the domestic now. They’ve had to cut down the hour, to half an hour, of financial assistance. It is the holiday period now; the poor devils are struggling. Staff are taking their breaks when they can, before the time runs out, can’t be helped mind you. I know how difficult it is, being in the same position when I was Security Controller at Sawley Security, a nightmare! Mission Impossible for them as well, re this guidance. Everything is getting behind schedule, and my already dilapidated memory is suffering; I’m trying to catch up, and things get further behind. Now, the eyes & hearing have joined forces & stopped me from doing things. Hey-Ho!
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – I’d spent nine hours updating this blog. Too many brown-outs from you know who… This time, I lost all the stuff I’d done today!. So I’ve lost heart here are some bits, mostly photos!
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – Many problems in getting everyday things done. They were affected by things genitourinary, with the genitourinary problems. The flow kept changing and needing attention, emptying and checking every few minutes! The hot water went cold again – I think the maintenance was working on the system, as a lot of noise could be heard throughout the day from above, which stopped around 16:00hrs. So, no wash and shave again. I dare not risk carrying hot water about with my eyes so bad, and of course, there is always the threat of an attack by an ailment? , , , , or even a chance of bleeding, which could mean a hasty rush to the wet room with the possibility of another tumble or trip. I have to admit to being a little nervous; the views from the left eye keep changing into a sort of blurred kaleidoscope-like vision. Often giving me the impression that someone is in the room with me.
But the Surgeon did warn me of this, but it’s a disturbing facet. No doubt the reason this left eye cataract procedure is more painful & bothersome, is that the right eye had one cataract, but this little monkey had three! One Cortical and two Nuclear. Wondered why they gave them this name? Hehe!Saw the funny side of this!
Phone calls from the Anticoagulation DVT Unit, the Doctors Surgery, with the results of INR Warfarin Test at the Hospital yesterday; and a change in Warfarin dosage. Also reminded me that I had not booked in for a flu jab yet! Which I attached to the Carers book cover. He wanted me to call at the surgery, for a fact-updating visit? After I explained my problems with getting to the surgery, he said that the nurse would call me on Monday or Tuesday next week. Forgot which!
The most welcome call from Nurse Hristina, from the DVT (Deep Vein Thrombosis) Anticoagulation unit at the Queens Medical Centre, and pictures of her face as she told me she would be calling on Monday or Tuesday next week to take more blood samples. Gawd she’s such a caring beauty! ♥. Damn, my being born too late! Hahaha!
There were a few occasionally throughout this Friday’s happenings. I missed the mug altogether when putting the water in the tea mug. Lucky, though, only a mess to clear up. Somehow, the hot water missed landing on my bare feet altogether. Yes, nothing short of a miracle that one! The nasty one was going into the wet room, the eye misjudged the distance from the door frame, and I now have a little swelling behind the left earhole where I earhole-butted the door. This also caused more pain in the affected eye. Aye, it’s not all good luck. Tsk! Later on, I missed the computer desk altogether with a bottle of spring water! That was another semi-harrowing and annoying event. This bottle landed right on my At least it didn’t burst open! I did however manage to add another of my to the list; when I got down to pick up the bottle, getting back up, I , and that made me smart a bit, just after it had been assaulted by the bottle. Then… I realised that , forced me into the wet room. Forgetting that I needn’t have bothered, because I’m now completely out of any of the Daktacort ointment… as I am of Germoloids and Olive Oil for the ear-holes! Things were not going very well! Of course, being the confident, Glass-Half-Full, cheerful nature that I am, this didn’t bother me at all… I laughed it off! Within an hour of starting the blogging, I realised I would be in difficulty; the eye strain was bad enough. But the flipping drops need doing four times a day, which means taking off the eye patch and mass of taping that held it in place for the drops, then starting again to get the thing in a position so I could use the good eye for computing, without putting pressure on the pad. This didn’t work out very well at all. The pad slipped repeatedly, and I spent ages getting them back on, only for a carer to come and take it off, to apply the drops. They couldn’t help me with replacing the patch and glasses, cause of the danger of them catching my eye. Understandable! The sudden being overcome by weariness and tiredness came even sooner today. I made an early meal, ate it and drifted off. Woken by the teatime caller. Left the eye patch off after that, too weary to bother, as all I planned to do was sleep. Which lasted for three hours. The Carer returned a little early, not that it matters, woke me up and put the in the eye, Painkillers were issued, and the was attached to the day bag on
Then, at last, I could get some sleep without fear of being woken up… But, No! Of course not! I should’ve known this… Within seconds of dropping off into the bliss of sleep… then, the started! These ideas, thoughts and self-accusations even caught me out… Some were from 72 years ago! I’d totally forgotten about many of the waves of shame, embarrassment and mistakes I’d made, but, they were recalled by , he was in right getting-at-me mood tonight! So many things I’d sooner have regurgitated, flowed into my mind, many unfathomable and or confusing. Along with those from so long ago… Guilt Mode Engaged! – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
Photos & recollections, didn’t do too many, not up to much
04:20hrs: The night pouch was released. A bit darker today!
Kitchen to get the kettle on. Dank-looking morning view of the bottom field, across from the flats
But they took some moving in the first place… I even did some cross-wording before things plopped out!
Back to make the brew, and got on the computer. Not that I could see much, and things took aeons to get done.
Mystery photo, here?
Gave up computing after doing the introduction. My vision was not good, and my concentration was even worse I think. Sat down with my feet up Just about settled enough to get some sleep, and Carer Chris arrived. Took his BP, excellent results. SYS114, DIA67 Pulse78 & Temp 37.8c. Showed up on the NHS result as ‘IDEAL’. Good for Chris! Me? Jealous? No!
After Chris had gone, I went back on the computer again. As I got up, I noted the legs were better looking… I think. Love those white tootsies! Hehehe!
Early nosh sorted out. Franks, tomatoes with added basil and sea salt. The last two bread rolls, Panini, I think they were called. Loads of air bubbles inside? Taste: 7/10.
Had to give up again on the computer; the tiredness and weariness came on early again, just as yesterday.
Soon nodded off, and a heck of a nightmare; that seemed to last a lifetime was experienced. It made no sense; one moment I was climbing up a steep hill, then falling and sliding down a hill of shingle… into a canal and as I was drowning, I found myself in an underground cave, with weird creatures chasing me all over the place, making giggling noises. They were only very little and skinny, but I was afraid of them? Then the whole scenario started again, the same them but a different canal. The next time it played in my brain, the little people were ginormous… a subtle change every time it replayed. Can’t remember how many times I went through it. But there seemed to be no end to the storyline. It just seemed to restart the reel in my head, with subtle changes to each earlier episode I dreamed of. All without any outcome to the tales of woe. Does anyone have any ideas or input, please? Am I going bonkers? Or, should say, bonkerser?
Carer Chris arrived for his last call of the day, waking me up. Fitted the night bag, painkillers given, and eye drops done. I did the lotioning. We had a little natter, that I didn’t follow very well… not that it mattered, he was Facebook on his phone. Hahaha!
I soon nodded of again, hoping the repeat dream would return… I wish it had now; kicked off, and really ruined any chance of a good kip.
I found this photo pm the SD card. I must have missed this one off, too, from yesterday, methinks. From last night’s ‘Heartbeat’ methinks?
Some more photos to go on tomorrow, eyes and Peripheral Neuropathy Pete, permitting. It’s nearly midnight now, better get this posted.
Have a great day!
Гарного дня!
Miłego dnia!
Гарного дня!
すてきな一日を! Havu bonan tagon! Cael diwrnod gwych! Qué tengas un lindo día! Ich wünsche ihnen einen wunderbaren Tag! TTFN, All!
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – Since my birth, I’ve been an unlucky Virgoean,
Born proletarian, and abecedarian,
A lack of education and articulation,
A new fungal growth on my abarticulation…
A born loser, an attractor of spite & abusion,
My dreams, and hopes, all ended in destruction.
I’m gullible, submissive, & accept coercion…
From almost anyone, whoever is the person,
I used to get the odd day that was halcyon,
But those times are now long gone…
Got a card and email both a birthday one.
Then continued pondering over the operation…
Will it go ahead? I feel apprehension.
Life is full of mental & health tension…
No one to pay me any attention…
Coping daily with pointless iterations.
And what happened to the United Nations?
No chance of me committing self-jugulation,
My whole life has been a misapprehension,
But I’m used to it now, the dank depression.
The PN problems with my neurotransmission,
Cognitive Impairment Iris? I offer submission!
All my ailments… this is an admission…
Are a part of me, a natural inclusion,
Like the repeated blood transfusion…
This piffle may include some contradictions,
My hearings at the point of decimation,
My eyesight is suffering degradation,
My walking is turning to hobbling and limping!
I still love to do some cloud pareidoliaing,
Cognitive Impairing Iris is most troubling,
So, my memory includes some guesstimating.
My regular falls can be a little nerve-wracking,
The crawl to the recliner, to get up, irritating,
Fall-Team Sarah ordered a bed; I’m waiting…
All a part of PN, the Whoopsiedangleplopping!
Cuts, bruises, dropping things, and falling,
My life must come over as being appalling?
I’m not moaning, more sort of whimpering…
Yet my hopes are not sunk, just sinking!
One Birthday Card, one via emailing…
At least I got two folks me well-wishing!
Many have got nothing,
To those, I’m now singing…
“♥ Happy Birthday to You! ♥”
I hope that your cheer is now replenishing!. – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
03:50hrs: Back to imitation life. I came close to toppling 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, as I bent down to get freed from the Excellent shade of urine this morning. A fuller bag as well!
Off to the kitchen to check on the taps and cooker. Taking two shots of the morning view. Another bad one is aboveThis close-up looked eerie
Got the waste bags sorted from the bins
The Porcelain Throne was visited.
Then I started the The teeth bled again, the instant the brush got close to one of the few rotten teeth I had left in my mouth. Leaving me with pain from . A few nicks shaving. A good stand-up bath then tackled the ailment treatments. as per usual. I tried the Sudocrem as the Germoloid and Germolene had very little left in each tube. And not much chance of getting any more. But it is not effective, really. It went on , then painfully onto . I didn’t get any olive oil for the ears either, so used what drop I had left sparingly, and this was not good, as my hearing was so much worse than usual. Some now water papules coming up on the left leg You can see the fluid building up near the ankle bone.
The and Spray was applied
Made a brew of Thompson Gold tea. And got the computer on…
When it returned, the Norton was showing messages that meant little to me. No idea what it wanted me to do. It’s so confusing!
Carer Richard arrived. He looked well knackered, bless him. Not much chin-wagging… if any, today. He kindly took the laundry down with him and waste bags.
So, I got the photos taken of the Ginsters Cheese & Onion pastie with the metal shard found inside. I searched for Ginster’s email number, found it easily enough, and double-checked that I’d spelt it correctly, but Google, did not recognise it? So did another search and found a site to contact them… What a farce! It was so complicated. But eventually, after an hour or so, it accepted my complaint. I sent these photos in. They said someone would contact you, but I’ve heard nothing from them, yet. Then I lost the flipping shard of metal! The intercom went and it was the ~Iceland delivery coming. After sorting out the food, I just couldn’t remember where I put it, or find it. Grumph! The form to fill in, well, a part of it.
ICELAND ARRIVE FOOD! The driver took the bags through to the kitchen for me. Some cleaners put away Panini rolls; went into the freezer, and I took out a loaf of wholemeal to defrost. The desserts, Rustlers and soy balls went in the fridge, and the bananas were on the shelf.
Took this later shot of the puffer clouds. Back on the computer…
Made the funny ode about the birthday up and got it on here. Then started to update the Sunday blog. It took me a long while for some reason. I wondered if I may have fallen asleep? You never know…
SUDDENLY FATIGUED – Again! This scenario has been happening now and then for the last two weeks or so. It’s horrible! Physically drained, feeling so tired, weary. Just had to stop everything, couldn’t even get a meal. I was fixated on getting some sleep. Down on 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, and sleep came quickly. The 18:00hr Carer called, not that I can recall too much of what happened. I think it was Carer Benjamin. The moment he departed, I was back in the land of nod. He returned minutes later, with my laundry bag, as I was getting my dinner… well, an iced sucker from the freezer. Sad, innit? Then, I had to hang and store the washing. Doing this simple task wore me out!
Back in the recliner…and the Landline Flashed. I was tempted to leave it, but, rightly as it happens, I had an idea (it was right, too! From my EQ) it might be Sister Jane, so I rose up and answered the telephone. I was not fully compos mentis, but we had a good chin-wagging session. Which, confused and tired as I felt, I did enjoy. Jane is going in for her Glaucoma operation on Wednesday. I wonder if I could get there to show her support? If I remember, I’ll ask the Carer in the morning to see if the people can fit me in for a ride to the EENT? I’d love to get to show her some attention. I’ll do that! I felt a smidge better after nattering and listening to Jane. ♥
Back in the recliner. Zzz! Where I stayed until his last call. I think he showed concern at my lack of response to him. I woke up occasionally, to find the legs had swollen. On the next wakening… Guilt! I espied in the waste bin near the chair… several empty Cheesy Curl packets, and crumbs on the night cover and floor! But just nodded off yet again. After this, it was back to waking up every few minutes with hypnic-myoclonic jerking me awake, then nodding off again and repeating the process, on and on and on, it went!
Today was undoubtedly one of the best days health-wise for many weeks.But the worst mentally.
03:30: Woke and spent a few minutes worrying over anything and everything. I could feel the ticker beating heavily, so I stayed there in the c1966, £300 pound, second-hand charity-shop bought, crumb-containing, odour-retaining, Harold’s Haemorrhoid-testing, nauseatingly beige coloured, non-working, virus-breeding recliner, and spent time on concentrating what needs doing today, then had to work out what day it was. Plainly, I must have been having a dream that affected me, but I cannot recall having one?
Then I detached the night bag from the gripper on the . The pouch was lighter in colour and much fuller than of late.
Feeling much better now, I got the waste bags into one bag… and taken to the front door.
A different than of late colouring to the morning view from the kitchenette window.
I made up some Spring Water bottles, adding a little orange juice and lime to the other.
Remembering I’d not even started yesterday’s blog yet, I got the computer on to add the photos from the Kodak… but…
Then I got carried away again, making up the personal diary I’ve been doing for years, on Excel. I tried the internet a few times, and eventually, it came back on… for five minutes! Back to the dictionary of words. back on.
Back to the dictionary of words.
It was struggling to get back on, so I lost aeons saving everything, all off – and again had to reset the box. Wait the regulation for 10 minutes and turn it back on. Twice, before it activated!
Got carried away again, and the Carer arrived. Blimey! I’d been up for about five hours already and I’d got nowt done! It was Carer Rhamat, a nice gal. I took her Blood pressure as I took mine. Hers came out as ‘IDEAL’ on the NHS thingamabob. SYS 120, DIA 70, Pulse 91, Temperature 36.8 Great! Mine? Well… SYS 148 DIA 78 Pulse, 74 Temp 36.9.
At last, I made a start on yesterday’s blog. Time is running out already!I persisted, despite the failure now at
Got the blog posted to WordPress, and off to the wet room to activate the functionalisationing. The new Sudocrem ointment is not effective at all, I’m afraid. Germolene and Germoloids supply are so low now! Having to ration the use of them, but paying for this in terms of discomfort and pain. Does the Prime (No idea) Minister know?
Brightening up a little out there. lovely puffers!
The summoned me back to the wet room. This time it was back in control.
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Then I got the eyes done. and then when that had dried the As I was about to check to see if I had some more Olive Oil in stock to use… the pouch began to slip down. THE bladder was pumping it out better, as it does now and then, to catch me out! Then… and it’ll be hard to explain this, but I’ll try to… I bent to empty the , as I was flipping the rubber end to encourage the final few drops of urine to come out… I think something shot out of the tube… Here is the best photo I could manage of it with the Kodak… I could swear it was an insect of some sort. Where it came from puzzled me. The urine was almost a clear colour and I poured some to investigate what the thing was. It appeared to have tentacles at the thick end, and a head, at the other. It shows up as red for some reason on the picture and is not clear. Bit in the urine, and after getting it out, it looked dark blue to me? Another Mystery of Woodthorpe Court, with the hobgoblins, spectres, gnomai, phantasms, ghosts, the grotesque succubae, extraterrestrials, ectoplasm, spirits, or the Fata Morganas, that have been sent to taunt, irritate and terminate my already limited saneness of mind? I wondered what the third one would be… they say puzzles come in threes?
For a change, when the current bottle of spring water ran out, I had a can of Bud (alcohol-free) never tried it before. And, I’ll never try it again, terrible! Ah, well… So, I made a reliable mug of Glengettie tea, unfortunately, this means none will be allowed for me tonight. Two a day is the limit… mind you, I can have as many mugs of decaffeinated as I fancy. Have you ever tried decaf tea? Don’t! Urgh!
The toes and extremities were even whiter today!
Last photo of the day. Well, I did take three more, but I’d left the flipping SD card in the reader and didn’t realise. Grumph!
What a Start This Morning! The Go-Wrongables went wrong again!
It all started the moment I woke up, with agony from the gonads area. Due to the movement of the long night pouch tube that was attached to much unwanted, I must have chaffed away at the gonads as ‘things’ moved for the first time in months! I’ll not go into too much detail, but the dreaming involved things of an amorous nature, with a bit of physical passion thrown in!As I began to launch myself from the depths of 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, I believed a glance at the wall clock, that fell off of the wall and now resides next to the squeaky Margaret Thatcher toy, on top of the electric fire, that I can’t afford to use with the cost of electricity; and panicked a little when I saw (Wrongly as it happens) that the clock showed it to be about ten past seven. And the food delivery is coming twixt 07:00 > and 08:00! In my haste to get up, the tube caught on the new air cushion that was delivered for me yesterday. No messing about with jokes at this stage… It was horrendously painful, and I felt sure the blood flowed much more than usual this morning! I fumblingly got the night pouch off ASAP and grabbed for my , and off to the wet room to check on the state of my inguen department in the lower regions. – en route against the door frame. But did not stop, went in and peeled off the bloodied protection pants, and went into an investigative mode to assess the damage. Not much Germolene left; I used most of it on Little Inchies. Then realised I had even less left of the Germoloid ointment! But remembered my taking brave choice, to order a tube of each on today’s Morrison order, and dang, the cost! Taking the wristwatch off, I spotted the real-time! 03:30hrs. All that rushing and pain for nothing. Got the computer on to update yesterday’s blog. The time flew, but I took a break for a brew of Glengettie and the two last biscuits from the jar. No, I didn’t cry! But it was a close call. Hehe! I’d ordered some on the Morrison order, which cheered me up.
Little did I know what wasn’t being delivered and substituted, or I may have cried then! MORRISON MUCK-UP!
The driver was kind enough to put the products into carriers I had saved and took them into the hallway for me. Kind of him; many tip the food out of their trays onto the kitchen floor or in the doorway. Thanks, mate, I appreciated that. I set about emptying the carriers and photographing the various foods, thinking of little witty things to say on the blog. I must have taken about eight decent photographs, starting with the line of carriers in the hallway. Freezer, fridge, and cupboard goods.
Then, as I was putting the things away… I realised how many had been substituted or were not available. Tsk!
No Germolene or Germoloid! ‘Sudcrem’ had been substituted. The two vegetable risotto meals had been swapped for, of all things, Vegetable Lasagne, Horrible stuff! But I didn’t notice it soon enough to send it back. Or I would have. Urrgh! Kara is a vegan; I’ll see if she will have them on her next call. The two Morrisons Acute Diarrhoea Relief Caps (Cost £1.20 each) were substituted with one Morrisons Diarrhoea Relief Instant Tablets. £6! Then, Pukka Cheese Leek & Potato Slices, £1.20, were replaced with Ginsters Cheddar & Onion Slices @ £1.48! Suddenly I remembered why I’d stopped using Morrisons delivery service – too late now. Gits! Can all these things keep happening to me every day? Well, yes!
When Carer Kara arrived, the bleeding from the private quarters had stopped, but not the pains. Tsk! Still no Ramipril Tablets, hence the high Blood Pressure readings for today. Kara checked the day pouch, due to be replaced on Wednesday. She kindly said she’d ring the Doctors or chemist about the tablet situation for me. Fingers crossed! It seems that all medications are in short supply at the moment.
I got around to putting the pictures taken onto the computer, my lovingly, carefully, time-consumingly taken shots throughout the late morning. But not one was on the SD card!
The SD card I’d left in the computer reader slot – AGAIN! , I swore, cursed and lambasted myself as I ground my teeth and wanted to hit myself in the face! What else is going to go wrong? Don’t answer that, please!
Carer Kara arrived. I forced her to take the unwanted Vegetable Lasagne ready meals. It’s that white sauce on the that I don’t like. And I adore the Vegetable Risotto, but the last two times, they have substituted lasagne. Grrr!
Well, there’s no time to make a meal now. I’ve got to get the ablutions tended to… I’ve not started the photos yet; I better get them done first. Then, as instructed, I had to use the chair in the shower, fair enough.
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A rainy morning close to the glass shot. A wider view… But neither was very good. Tsk!
Rubbish bags sorted out.
Popped into the spare room; I did a bit of sorting, but not much. More waste bags to go.
Titivated the nurses, carers, and helpers nibbles.
. Computer issues bamboozled me.
Water Chestnuts Pickled! After getting them into the jar, Kara told me they needed 4 days in the fridge. As instructed, I shook the seasoning in the tub. Sorry, I did now. The lid wasn’t waterproof; vinegar went all over me and the floor to clean up. Fancy that!
The Morrison Farce Arrived. All those lost photos, I took a few more, too late, of course. Fridge close up. Leicester cheese to go in the potatoes later… well, that’s the plan, anyway. Fridge full view. Terribly bad freezer shot… But the bananas came out alright. I’ve eaten two during the day.
Balcony photo of the end car park.
Low puffer clouds, Bootiful!. A Higher in the Sky view.
What were these two supposed to beat me? Although this one could be my finger? Better get on with the ablutions… Oh no… It’s too late… no, I’ll get them done. Back later. He says, full of hope!
I’m back, but much later than planned. Tuesday morning. I’d . Woke and went to check on the cooking and spotted the part moon high in the sky. I took these poor efforts for photographicalisations Got the wobbles, methinks?
Turned on the TV & . The clouds had taken over the view. I took these from the kitchenette window. I forgot to check on the cooking. Tsk!
Gorgeous! What a remarkable change to the scene! Bootiful!
Got the meal served up. Instant mash with Leicester cheese and sea salt added! Vegan sausages, chestnuts, red & yellow tomatoes, salted, and mushrooms were over-seasoned and overcooked! And a banana. Shame! Carer Benjamin arrived as I was serving up the meal. He kindly put it into the microwave to keep it warm for me. But I ate most of it; I just had to leave some of the mushrooms. Flavour-Rating: 8.1/10! Got the pots washed and…
Slept for a couple of hours before the usual jumping awake with a jolt. Which, unfortunately, tugged at the tube from deep within Little Inchie, causing to bleed a bit. (It also made me wince and curse a little, but no matter.) Off to the wet room, carrying & the , to clean and medicate things in the lower regions.Washed and got new PPs on. I forgot about the instructions to sit down to get dressed. I used Protection Pants for the first time to see how with them. They are much thinner than the others, and the actual pads seem smaller in ratio. But we were comfortable enough after the gruelling battle to get them on! Hehehe!
All medicated and cleaned up, I hobbled into the kitchenette to ensure no taps (faucets) or stove had been left on, and the fridge & freezer doors were shut! Which was when I spotted the orange moon high in the dark sky. I decided to take a photograph of it… But it came out like this below… Artistic, methinks, even if it was not planned. How the heck I managed to get three copies of The Moon in there is beyond me. I bet WordPress photographer, singer, songwriter, animal lover, novelist and jolly-good-fellow Tim Price in New Mexico would know!
Feet after the little wander around in town yesterday.
Laundry bag return awaited.
I’m not sure why… I took two photos of the waste bags?
A blurry early morning shot of the car park.
Then two other bad shots of the view ahead.
Got up around 03:30hrs, and the use of the did not arrive until gone 07:00hrs. dominated. Took some cleaning up! .
Looks like a ghostly seat! I hung the towel over the shower chair and turned on the heater to dry it off. Cunning! I remembered doing this an hour or two later, and I went to turn off the wet room emersion heater.
The Meridian Domestic lady did not arrive. Hope she was on holiday and not poorly. So I hoovered the hallway. Unfortunately, I my toe on the trolley walker wheel, right against the . This may have had other lesser men cringing and wingeing, but not me. I just laughed it off!
Made an early fine feast of sliced baked potatoes, soy imitation sausages, beetroot & tomatoes, red & yellows. Naturally, no sooner had sat down to watch the TV with the meal tray on my knees, and my taste buds tingling! 14:35hrs: The opticians rang. Can I bring some old spectacle frames in to use in the varifocal spectacles? The one the Carer took for me is too old to get a lens made to fit it? Back to the meal… 14:48: The Doctor rang to say the Blepha decision will be emailed to me later. Humph! Back to the meal… 15:00hrs: DVT Anticoagulation rang; the DV vein draining has been cancelled. They will make me another appointment. Back to the meal… The potatoes were barely lukewarm by then.How does this happen to me so often? Whatever time I get around to eating, someone will call, or the phone will burst into life. Still, the nosh deserved an 8.4/10 rating!
Took this slightly better shot of the Chestnut Way car park in front of the flats when I washed the pots up.
I decided to watch some TV again. Huh! Turned it on again, and some sad adverts greeted me. Kids have to live using underground water. I noticed my new glasses on top of the cabinet and realised how lucky I am really, compared to some. Then… The TV went off. A message something about; check your external and internal ariels? It came back on later again.
Oh, getting dark? Five minutes later… Another five minutes.
Did the eye treatment. used, then when it had dried, the Gel.
After 18:00hr Carer Benjamin called, and we found we were missing some tablets. I was in a pickle about it, cause it was Atorvastatin, and I had a weirdly strange feeling that Richard mentioned something on Monday to me about it coming later when he kindly fetched the prescriptions for me… but of course with , I’m just not sure. So, none tonight. Benjamin said he would have a look around down in the office for me in case they were in there. Thanked him, and he said he was doing the late call; if the tablets are in the Meridian office, he’d bring them up with him.
I got back on the computer, to find that...
Late Carer Carer arrived. He brought up the missing tablets and issued them with the Peptac; no painkillers were needed. Then attached the night pouch to He also responded to my request for him to hang up the laundry, which was only dressing gowns; bless him.
Turned off this computer, and I got settled in the £300 second-hand shop bought, c1966, moth-eaten, cringingly-beige-coloured, grotty, bedraggled, dilapidated, crumb-containing from my nocturnal nibblings, bug-ridden itch-inspiring, not working recliner in search of sleep. I put the TV on, cause that usually helps me to nod off, when the commercial adverts come on… but only when there is something on I wanted to watch. Hehe!
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Shambolic-Failures, Messy, Ignominious & Frustrating!
I can’t think of anything that went as planned?
The trip to town to get some Blepharitis Eye Gel, pads and Eye Spray, was futile! I got the timing of the bus wrong and waited for 36 minutes at the bus stop going. The Nottingham Citizenry in town, were as depressed as I’ve ever seen them. The pavement scooterers and cyclers seemed intent on making me as nervous as possible with the near misses from having my over. Boots, Wilko and even the Poundland shop visited in search of equivalent products failed! No anti-diarrhoea capsules, no Worcester Sauce nibbles, no affordable Germolene or Germoloid. Wilko must be closing down, the y didn’t have any kitchen towels in stock at all! The previously £3.25 Germolene at Boots, was now £6.29 for a 22g tube! It wore me out in B’s, trying see someone to help me with the confusing array of different products for the eyes – I gave up in the end!
On the bright side, I didn’t trip or fall getting onto or off the buses today. Coming home was a close call, mind.
No blogging as such done, so had to get up in the morning at 03:30hrs to get this updated.
Just time to whip in the photos with a few remembered details.
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A good start though… Excellent coloured urine in the night pouch.
Into the kitchenette… Tried to take a better morning view.
Took this shot of the flea-pit as I gathered the things needed for the trip later into Nottingham.
As Carer Kara say’s the new reading glasses will take some getting used to. She was right!
Had a few hours on the Wednesday blog updating. Eventually getting it finished and posted… but it was hard work with the new glasses and of course… Gave up and continued with the Just three . A semi-tumble in the shower, leading a hal-hearted head butting of the left grab bar.
Kara who called earlier did the midday visit, and I turned off the computer. I got the body medicationings done, and I consciously used less olive oil in the ears, Germoloid on the bum, and Germolene on the lesion and papules. My EQ told me I was not going to get any on the trip out. He was right, too!
SET OUT TO BUS STOP TO NOTTINGHAM I met a resident and chatted with her on the forecourt. She pointed out that Carer Kara was giving me a wave from a high window in Winwood Court. ♥ Got to the bus stop and realised I had a time top wait. The traffic island was in a bad state. Looked like someone had pulled up some plants. Tyre marks on the once frass soil. Debris and waste dropped or blown on it.
When I got into the city centre, this is the first photo I took – and unfortunately the last. Despite my thinking I had taken several more, about ten I think of different area, for some reason, and I can’t figure out why, none of them were on SD card in the morning? The when I got back to the flat ones and later were though. A mystery as to what I’d done wrong? I’ve mentioned the farcical shopping efforts, so will start with my return journey. The thought of my failing to so many things I wanted to, and not being sure if I had bought the right ones of those I did find in Boots, is embarrassing!
After my stubble from the bus (I didn’t go down!) I made my way slowly to Woodthorpe Court.
Part of Winwood Court. Paved walking area between courts. Got inside and made my way up to the flat. Feeling a little disheartened at the state of the shops, and thought to myself, “Well that was a waste of time!”
Got in the flat, having seen not a single person on my way. More beautiful puffer clouds on the horizon again. Something peaceful, relaxing about these?
Got the shoes off, they seem to have gelled to the feet. Hehe! The pouch had soon filled up again after I emptied it when I got inside the apartment. Come think of it though, I had started guzzling the soda water again, the get the bladder going, as instructed by the medicos.
Aha, at the last of the day(2nd) mug of Glengettie tea!
I got the receipts out of the bag. Boy had I spent a fortune with all the massive price increases at Boots This little lot for the eyes cost me £64! I’m not sure that I bought the right Blepha either. This one had SOL on it, the other I’m using from the optician, has GEL?
The meal tasted Grrreat! Flavour-Rating 9/10!
Much needed after what was for me, a hectic, getting upright and annoyed with things day! I think I must have looked a little mentally and physically battered, cause the care didn’t stay as long as usual… not that I can recall much of the visits.
I nodded off without any problems. Must have slept peacefully for about five hours of bliss… then… started, and knowing that this blog would need updating, I made an early start – and has only been down once up to now! So I’m glad that I started early (03:30hrs )while the internet was behaving itself for once. It still took me a lot of mistakes and self-confusion until nearly 12:00hrs to get it done though. Hey-Ho!
I’ll ask the morning caller if they might call the Doctors for me, to ask if I can get some Blepharitis gel for the eyes, And Rear-end medications for .
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – Thought-Storming-Trevor Inspired – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – I Struggled With This One… Humph!– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – You may not hear/read this very often again… but apart from the eyes and a little bother in the lower regions. There was nothing bleeding or bothersome when I woke up in the £300, second-hand shop bought nine years ago, c1966, discomfiting, alarmingly beige-coloured, crumb-containing, TV remote hiding, not working recliner. It’s true! But being the warranted pessimist I am, I crossed my fingers!
It was later than usual as well. And I cannot recall waking up with the usual jumps, jolting, jarring, buffeting, or twitching very often, only a handful of times. The miracle was not having any interference from ! I do declare I think I just may have smiled to myself… Yes! And, smugly, too! Of course, my experiences in life, are not good enough for me to accept or to so with pessimism, that this situation… this one every 25 years happening; euphoria-moment, can last. I have a personal conviction that the bad luck I was born with and into, has been with me for so long, and will be so until the end. I’ve still got most of left! No false hopes for me! Anticipate the worst, and accept with penitence, disillusionment, and maintain my belief in necessitarianism. I can’t help but involve myself in self-philosophising, and fatalism, yet try to do it with resignation and stoicism. Thus, I’ve managed for many years now to handle defeats, failures and guilt. I’m well-practised in being defeated, beaten, ignored, failings, mentally and physically, and sinking into momentary depths of depression; by convincing myself I don’t deserve any better. I think my teen years activities, are now being repaid. Fair enough! Yet I love to help others when I can. Later Life became difficult and lonely. Cecutiency, deafness, and all the ailments have gathered together to affect my body and mind.
I almost feel guilty, and wonder if some of them should have been given to someone else. Too late now. Hehehe! Crikey, I waffled on there… Sorry about that.
I thought I’d try to tidy up the Carers desk, in the hope that I could think of a system for doing the eye drops so as not to miss any of them. ! As I bent down to Hoover the carpet underneath the table, I , not that it bothered me, of course. I scoffed at it, grinned and then a belated time-warped pain arrived from the . Swear? Curse? Spit? Me? Well… yes I did a bit, actually.
I sorted the four waste bins out into one black one. And hobbled with it to the front door. I knew the start today was too good!
I bent down to straighten the bag, and my mind engaged, and I realised I’d not cleaned up around the Carers table yet. That (2 things) were enough for me, to jump in and get me to lose my balance, assisted by . Great! Now I’ve broken the new two-week-old varifocal spectacles, as I caught my forehead on the corner of the wall! . But all these things are down to either the Mysteries of Woodthorpe Court, with the hobgoblins, spectres, gnomai, phantasms, ghosts, the grotesque succubae, extraterrestrials, ectoplasms, spirits, or the Fata Morganas, that have been sent to taunt, irritate and terminate my already limited saneness of mind, or my born with and have onto ever since, Bloody Bad Luck! I suppose that has to take his share of the blame as well.
Well pissed off, and I went to get a bottle of water from the kitchen fridge. Lovely shade to the misty view this morning.
So I got and took this snapshot. Made a mug of Glengettie and got the computer on. Carer Candis arrived, so the tea was allowed to get cold again. I have done that regularly recently. Nice to see her again. An email from Iceland was checked. Some non-instock items. One milk loaf and one vegan slice, which means I lose out on both 3 for £5 offers. Oddly, they could manage to find two others of the same products, which I had to pay full price for. Hey-Ho! At last, got back on the blogging. Sorting the SD card photographs out, and I started involuntarily crying in both eyes! I wonder if the dry-eye spray should have been stopped taking? I’ll have to try and find out about this. I got an email with a link in it for the Iceland Delivery. I clicked on it, one stop away, but some distance away. So, I had time to respond to my second call to the . Trotsky was in charge again. And the colouring and odd flat shape as the content escaped from my innards with ease and haste. Still no Germoloid cream arrived. The Sudocrem is of no use at all. No pain relief at all. It just stains the protection pants a greeny-yellow colour. Aha! The Iceland order cometh. The kind driver carried the bags through to the kitchen for me. Glad I ordered some more toilet rolls, what with the evacuations under of control of Again the shortbreads were on offer, as were the cookies, and Carers ice cold coffees The baking potatoes were expensive. The baby new potatoes were too as it happens. Look fresh, though! The meat ends ham 3 for £5 all came. One for me, One for Carer Kara & one for neighbour Josie. That’s the plan! Hehe! I’ll see if we like the ‘Free’ strawberry yoghourt later. Same distribution plans for them. The freezer was well-filled. Cram packed! I struggled to get the Wholemeal bread inside but gave up in the end. I can get Kara to pass it on to someone who will get benefit from it. Got the fridge filled as well. Just after putting away the food and bags, Carer Kara came again. She liked the meat; and took the loaf to a resident who she said would appreciate it. A good gal, Kara. My last job with the foodstuffs was to top up the Nurses’ and Carers’ nibble & drinkies shelves. Back to the computer… Unfortunately, the Oligarchs went down for the fourth time this morning… oh, it’s well into the afternoon now. Where did all the time go?
I’m going to have the small potatoes, burnt ham, and tomatoes for my meal. I may be back! Hehehe!.
I’m Back! Wednesday morning to update what little happened next.
An especially good-looking meal was prepared. Potatoes, tomatoes and end cuts of whatever it was. It looked fantastic! Put the TV on and got settled with my feet up, the food tray balancing rather dodgily on my knees, and started to tuck in! chimed out, and Carer came in. Pulled his leg a bit about his bad timing at first, but it was my own fault for not realising how late it was. Home-based guilt! He got the medications sorted and eye drops in, in a short time, and even replaced the tray on my knee as he departed. Disappointed at the meat being 70% burnt skin. That is how I used to like it… But the decaying teggies bled and I broke a bit off of bicuspid as I did my best to eat some. Ah, well, my own fault again for buying it!
Had a go on the computer, but had several more brown-outs from famously inept mob from USA Liberty-Global. The number crunchers and Smoke & Mirrors Oligarchs. This took their tally of failures today, up to seven. Sad, innit? Computer off, and I fell asleep in the c1966, £300 pound, second-hand charity-shop bought, crumb-containing, odour-retaining, Harold’s Haemorrhoid-testing, nauseatingly beige coloured, non-working, virus-breeding recliner. Carer Benjamin woke me again, and I got the eye drops, and night bag attached to the . I wished him a thank you and a good break. I think he said he’s back on Saturday. A good lad.
