– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – I got this far in the blog… and went into the kitchen to put the kettle on… , without any of choice of walkers and sticks scattered all over the flat, and…
and a sudden . burst violently forth. Because of the eye, I missed the counter that I had hoped to stop me falling… But, No! I was well off target!
I caught my eye on the corner of the surface counter. I’ve not been right ever since – mind you, that’s not saying much, is it? Haha! I try to add some photos later on. See how it goes. The good part is I got back up on my own… It was nothing to a young, fit, athletic, action-man such as me.
I’ve a constant pan in the eye now, so and going to pack up blogging; the eye strain is horrendous. My balance all to pot, and am on an involuntary mission to walk into anything handy at the moment, the depths of the £300, second-hand, musty, Haemorrhoid Harold Testing, cringingly-beige-coloured, crumb-covered, not-working, rickety recliner. I tried to take a photo of the bruised or whatever it’s called, causing it. Right hand. If it comes out I’ll try to get it in with the few I’ve already taken. Hello, treble vision then for a minute. I’ll give 111 a ring in a bit, unless it clears up, the head and eye I mean. Made a mess of that making a brew! Although not good to start with, the vision in the eye seems no worse; that’s a plus. As I say, not to fret about with a man of my calibre with great pain tolerance and a heroic stance against the ailment, who will not…
No sooner had I typed the above, and and now have joined in the onslaught! Big-Mouth-Me!
I’ll get Summat added if things go well later on.
Carer Richard arrived, and we did the eye patch off, eye-drops in, and then the patch back on routine.
TTFN. Found this piccy taken first thing when I removed the night bag from .
Took the one above later on, of the calamity kitchen where the tumble was taken.
This was later when I found I could read one of the leaflets with bigger print now. Great! It said that after 48hrs from the procedure, I could remove the patch, but must wear it at night when sleeping. Huh, took me ages to get it back on as well – but seconds to remove it.
The back of the hand was looking calmer now.
The second Carer arrived, I was doing my best to be upbeat. She was, as was Richard, confused about them sending more Finistrada tablets. I’ll ring the quack later, or ask someone to do it for me… I still get the pain, and a sound like humming coming from the eyes and head? The Carer didn’t know about the eye drops, but it was easier for me not to have to remove and replace the patch and glasses. She did a good job for me. Rhamat is her name… I think? Yes! Came yesterday too.
Oh, I must mention that earlier in the day…
Well, fancy that!
These must have been from yesterday?
Sorry, I’ve got to go sit and rest again. Poor little thing! Hehehe!
Morning: Seems I got settled and ate several bags of Cheesy Curls, and drank 2 litres of Soda water. Judging by the overfilled waste bin. Had the night bag on, so someone came last night, but I was not in a very good state when they came?
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – I’d be lost without the Carers. Some have shown me so much help and understanding. I feel they are like friends more than just Carers doing a job. I did actually ask two of them to adopt me as a Grandfather. Hehehe!
The job is not an easy one. They are a cut above the ones at the home I went in after the stroke. Bless them all! – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – Hehehe!– – – – – – – – – – – – –
I almost burst awake after four hours of blessed sleep. With a jump, juddering, with the left eye still twitching? Acclimatised myself to the current renewal of consciousness, and checked on the wall clock… but it wasn’t there? I checked again, in case it was one of the female ailments that caused the clock to disappear from view. This needed an investigation… so adopting my Sherlockian Status, I first got the Night pouch detached. had done a good job putting it on. It took me a little pains and about 15 minutes to get it off, carefully without breaking anything. Then the again, I got hold of my , hobbling over to the wall without a clock on it. The investigationalising began! Just as Sherlock would have done (I’m sure), I detected that some of the paperwork nearby was now on top of some bags on the floor… but where was the flipping clock? Being an experienced loser of property, ideas, thoughts and good luck, I decided to get the torch and see if the wall clock had rolled underneath the 1962-built, falling to pieces, Hopewell’s E-Plan Sideboard, with the doors falling off. No luck: if it had been under there, I’d have seen it, it’s white and big.
Check around the room, but with a feeling that had it fallen off in that corner, it would have stayed there atop the bags of rubbish and forgotten about brick-a-brac? I was confused now! But, jobs to be done. So I made up the waste bags into one. And checked out the tootsies in the light from the kitchen window. The ankle was the thing that drew my attention. What the heck was the white mark? I couldn’t rest then, I had to try to clean it off, gave it a wipe with a cloth, it didn’t move! At that time, the summoning to the came, so I grabbed , & off I trotted, wobblingly to the wet room. More curiousness hit me. Why had I left the things on top of the non-working W.C. lid? I’d already got the clock to worry over, so I put this out of my mind. I’m most adept at that, you know? Putting things out of my mind. The problem is retaining things I’m my mind! Hehehe! Then, for the first time in months, I had a similar type of evacuation, not the opposite as it has been. was again in full command – the messy little bugger! Still, it was wash & shave time, so after cleaning up the mess made by Trotsky’s spatterings, I was going to clean my teggies as per usual first job. But no! The toothbrush had vanished as well as the clock? Much more time was lost fruitlessly searching for it. Had the shave next. I thought it had all gone extremely well until I moved back from the mirror, and the blood ran from my chin onto my belly. I hadn’t felt any cuts occurring while shaving? I went to get the Brut aftershave, an excellent if initially painful blood-stopper…and I got a prize-class toe stubbing. I considered the possibility of hibernating! Swore a little, stopped the bleeding, and got on with the body wash. Always a risk when ‘doing’ scrubbing up near and around . However, today, no bother. I wondered if my luck was changing… I think the daftest things! I moved on to the tender-areas medicalisationings. Very tender, the rear end and the middle buttocks this time. I must get some more Germolene and Germoloid ointments & cream. I decided to get into the risky business of refilling the water tank, then remembered Jenny saying about using the shower. Haha! A pain-free refilling! But no! The light came on at the power point, but nothing happened? I think there was a noise of some sort, but it might have been from elsewhere and couldn’t identify it anyway. I’ll try again next visit to the Throne. Four trips were enough this time to fill the tank. I heroically filled the first two buckets up to the top of the containers and gently carried each one back to the non-working W.C. water tank. that sweet was not too bad about it this trip! For some banal reason that’s beyond me, I put the things back onto the non-working W.C. lid? The pleasure of putting on just one thin dressing gown was very pleasing.
But the PPs getting on was not one of the easiest I’d had to do. I got into the usual position in the corner so as to avoid tumbling over in the case of lost balance… Wedged my bottie in the wall, and got the easier-to-use right leg; the more troublesome one, without any hassle! Then, of course, to get the better leg means balancing on the dodgy right leg to do so! Using the picker-upper, as advised by the District Nurse, nine times out of ten, tears the paper fabric of the pants. Although is good for getting trousers up… balance permitting. Anyroad up, I almost went over but managed to lunge for the grab bar in time. Still got a new bruise on the right leg, but still. Aftershaed and deodorant splashed them all over, and off to the kitchenette. Taking these two photos as I got in, and put the kettle on. The tea was not made for various reasons. But I needed to drink more water anyway to get the wee-wee flowing again. It was reluctant all day yesterday. And the Finasteride Prostate reducing course of tablets only has three days left. So, it looks like a permanent catheter for Inchie! arrived as I was setting up the computer. started kicking off as he arrived, and have been with me ever since, still at it! Grrr! Set about giving me the medications and he told me about the Finasteride Prostate tablets about to run out. I meant to ask him to Phorpain Gel the back, but I forgot! Humph! He checked the medication drawer and wrote down the details.
He confirmed the urine as a 6 rating. I thanked him and bade him farewell, wishing him a good sleep. Took the photo above, and, again, put the kettle on. Not managed to make a brew yet, though!
I took this picture of the feet, but as I was doing so, granted me one of his, sometimes nervous-making routines, unexpectedly and without any warning. That was a rarity. I can usually feel the and get a warning… but not this time. I clouted the wayward leg on the corner of the floor cabinet, right on the bruise I got getting the PPs on!
Some days… you wonder why!
At long last, I started the blog. And…
Why does Liberty-Global, a smoke & mirrors man, oligarch, $26 million a year getting Mr Fries, show no interest in the company he bought out, complete failure? Obviously, there will be some money laundering, tax evasion, underhandedness, profit-making, or some such scheme or the like involved in his ulterior motive! Pure jealousy and hatred on my behalf!
arrived in a chirpy mood. Very kind to me. She gelled my lower back, rubbing it in well. Nice! Read the questionnaire for me. I was struggling to hear what she said, mind you. But I think it worked out alright. She could not call the Easy-Link for me as it’s a Bank Holiday – No one told me until now! Thanked her and went to make a mug of tea at last.
Hello, a mistake here, surely? The Liberty-Global Virgin Media internet is back online. Well, I never! Mr Fries is likely visiting his oligarch friends in Moscow or Mafia Italy, as it’s a Bank Holiday – although, do they have them in America?
FOUND THE CLOCK! It beat me, but it was in the first corner I checked; underneath some carrier bags.How it got there, I’ll never know!. Got it on the shelf now.
Then: Jealousy eats at me!
Packing in now; if it goes off again, I don’t think I could survive the anger and hatred Fries would instil in me.
Going to get the nosh sorted – back in the morning.
♬ MORNING HAS BROKEN – Like Virgin Media…♬ Arrived; no medications were needed. But, she rubbed in some of the Phorpain Gel; to help counter the agony (tonight, anyway) of . Then to .
♬ FOOD GLORIOUS FOOD ♬
Oddlimost markings on the leg, spotted by the Carer?
I got up to take this shot. Had a second . Then knocked the kitchen roll and hander off of the window ledge. Bent down to retrieve it, and showed her disgust in her usual way – painfully! Then… , I spilt the milk all over the cooker!
Sleep was hard to come by again.
Back to the old rampages! They were amazingly vicious… but suddenly stopped, I got a clear, precise message from or , maybe from both of them, that momentarily made me shiver. No, messing about; it sounded like it was set in concrete… The warning, or quote, was; “This trifling incident was chicken-feed, fiddle-faddle, to the hassle you’ll get tomorrow, mate!” I was aware of his/their choice of words ‘Hassle’ No mention of injuries or any … just ‘Hassle’. My did not return… but they were not needed to keep me awake. My imagination and fear did a good job of that!
Removed the ‘s night pouch, got it emptied and wrapped it up for disposal. Attended the first call to the . Messy this time. It seems that the attack yesterday was short-lived. Was back in control. Which meant a long time bending down and cleaning up was required. kicked off before I even started fetching and carrying water to refill the unattended too, not working or refilling W.C. water tanks buckets of water. I think that ARGH! would be a suitable word at this point! Took a shot of the morning view. Then back to the Wet room to get washed & shaved. The underarms were still a little colourful & itchy. Just two tiny nicks shaving. One bump into the door frame, which urged to join in with I making life a smidge uncomfortable. Got the waste bags sorted. arrived while I was making a brew of Glengettie. Kindly took it through to the front room for me. The Medicationalisations were seen to. I’d just taken one of the stronger non-prescription painkillers, so did not have any Paracetamols.
I got the computer on, Corel~Drawing, then opened the Liberty-Global Virgin Media Internet. Need I say? Oligarchs & Money-Manipulators ain’t bothered!
So, no blogging, then. I had some breakers, though. A pot noodle and another mug of tea, Salisbury’s Brown label Extra-Strong
Two carers arrived, Richard and Tina (the boss). Bringing the new medications. Checked the paperwork and gave me advice.
LIBERTY-GLOBAL VIRGIN INTERNET WAS STILL DOWN after they had departed. Well fancy that!
So went to the wet room to check on .
The pins and plates were looking in good nick?
When the Smoke & Mirrors man’s Internet came back on, I took another tablet; it was such a shock! Haha!
I tried to rush updating the Monday blog, but so many mistakes were being made, it still took me hours to get it done.
By the time I got around to starting this blog, it was afternoon!
I think a Carer came, I’ll check the book. Yes! But can I remember the details? Nope! Although I’d doyen a lot of blogging and re-blogging and mistaking, I know this they were on the screen when I came out of the …
And, it was just before 17:00hrs!
How do I do this nearly every day?
I’ll make a note to tell the nurse tomorrow.
Still sunny outside.
Launched myself into doing this blog at long last.
Going to get some nosh sorted out now.
I want to get my head down early if the Carer comes early on.
I need to feel fresh enough to get up good & early. To sort everything out everything for the hospital trip.
I’ll see if I get time when I get back, to update this bloggeth.
Last night catch-up
Great, nosh, took a photo.
Sunset shots too.
Swollen left leg photographed.
Carer called, night pouch and natter (Great!)
took a photo of it.
This morning I found the SD card in the reader… So nothing to show for my efforts!
I woke up at 05:10hrs, and I had a muse over what day it was, and I swiftly fell asleep again. Stirred again at 06:15hrs. Passed a lot of wind and coughed a little. Then set about getting the night pouch off from the firm grip of . Carer Richard told me later it was Grade seven on the NHS Urine colour docket. A bit dark? I’ll try to drink more water today.
The innards demanded that I attend the immediately. So I did. Much less messy this morning. It seems that had made a counter-attack for command of this evacuation. I lot of effort was needed from me to get things started and moving. Painful and bloody for . Far easy to clean up after the motion this time. Cleaned the backside and ointmentated the rear end with Germoloids. I found the missing toothbrush after several days of searching. It had fallen or been dropped, of course; out of sight and landed on the cleaning cloth that was a similar colour. I wouldn’t have found it but for a slight (Hard to believe, I know!) I dropped the Dettol bottle, bent to retrieve it and hit my shoulder against the sink; that’s when I saw it. I took no chances and used the little picker upperer to get it. I cleaned my teeth, scarce and rotten as they are, for the first time in several days. It was a bloody affair. What with and now losing blood, I must try to be careful. I just hope that doesn’t join in with them. Then, I did mayhap the riskiest job of every morning; getting the PPs on. Which is always a painful task and often one with tendencies and risks. But not this morning; the pain was there, of course – but no injuries! And not only, but also, I used the cheaper grey ones, which tend to split or tear occasionally, but again; Not this morning!
The sweat rash was less irritating as well this morning.
And far less coloured. I still put some of the Savlon antiseptic creams under both armpits, though.
Even more good luck here; The feet, ankles, ulcers, and water papules were all looking good. With my legs less swollen than for months? .
Even filling the bowls of water from the kitchen to The not-working or refilling W.C. water tank, didn’t bother poor old so much as it usually does. Mind you, knocking the shoulder against the sink earlier, did set off , and so I was as careful as I was possible not to spill any water or drop a bucket, and I went in slow-motion, almost shuffling my feet flat on the floor, slowly along. But Shirley was only giving micro shakes at this time. How kind of her! Checked the taps were off, and off to the kitchen to get the kettle on and took this photographicalisation of the view.
I took a snap of the being-done-up house near the bottom field. Saw some action today. I thought I saw a worker on the top outer scaffold. Got the kettle on and off to the computer to update yesterday’s blog. Which didn’t turn out as planned. I couldn’t find the notepad I’d used? Still, I did find the toothbrush!. Got the blog done and posted of to WordPress.
Sounded from the door chime, and in came my treasured INR, Anticoagulation, DVT Deep Vein Thrombosis, Warfarin phlebotomy Nurse Hristina. To take my blood. That cheered me up! ♥ Lovely lady.
I had some brekkers. A mug of tea and a tub of pot noodles. I added some veg stockpot seasoning and a splash of BBQ sauce. Very nice it was too!. Even if I had made it thicker than I planned to . Carer Jo-Anne called. She kindly rang about the red marks under my arms for me. I rang Easy-Link but could not understand/hear the lady about the lift for the Coppice Hospital. Jo-Anne told me it was on, and I need to pay on the day.
Later the Surgery rang me. Again I was struggling to hear her, but I think she was telling me that I had not got an appointment with the doctor tomorrow. She did say ‘Don’t worry’. So I’ll try not to. I’ve got more chance of Diana Dors coming back to life and asking me for sex!
17:50hrs: So light out there. This changing of the clocks has always had me confused, but it seems worse than ever nowadays. I really thought it was about 13:00hrs. .
I’ll make a start on getting the meal prepped. After much musing and ponderisationing, I decided on a can of garden peas, chips and bread & butter.
I may return later (but doubt it), likely in the morning.
Well, what a farcical time I had. It’s afternoon now! Complete Mind-Blanks (Apart from the delicious nosh) for the night.
This morning, with getting ready for upcoming the visit, and calls from Sister Jane, Carers extra calls with the medications (Fetched my Carer Richard for me, a grand chap.
EasyLink transport to arrange. INR result waiting. Never mind, I’ll try to get it on today’s blog. But it is now nearly tea time, and I have not even got this one finished yet. Think I’m a bit tense over my owing money to EasyLink, and the upcoming brain analysis thingamabob.
Oh, the lovely veggie meal last night, as I suddenly recalled. But as is the way with 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? It was thickly buttered sarnies – Really thick! Extra thick! Using the Vegan Not Butter. I had chips, peas and beetroot with them, Marvellous Tasting!. I took two photographs, and neither of them came up on the SD card this morning!Grumph!
It can only get worse – and my rate of losing it seems to be increasing. After having the stroke, the Stroke Wards in the hospital were desperate for beds. They sent me to a ‘Care Home’ for a month. The long-term patients were all suffering from different types of the same ailment; Dementia. Alzheimer’s disease, Vascular dementia, and Alcohol-related dementia. Down syndrome and Alzheimer’s disease, Chronic Traumatic Encephalopathy dementia. I felt so bad for them but was uncomfortable being there. Now, I believe it will not be too long before I rejoin them. No doubt about it, my grip on things is, thankfully, slowly getting worse. I’ve developed a fear of officialdom in the form of letters. With cataracts, saccades and glaucoma, the hearing gets worse. Peripheral Neuropathy gifted loss of balance; causing falls, tumbles and walking into things… like walls and doors, missing steps, and the newest thing; The Neurotransmitters are not getting messages to the brain! It does its best, I’m sure. But more regularly now, I cannot pick something up, and sometimes cannot let go of it! I’m hoping the Doctors at the surgery, Highbury Hospital, or some Social Worker may read this. The trouble is, at this moment, I am aware of these issues, but on the rare occasion I see a specialist, there is nothing there. On my last visit to the Memory Nurse, I could not recall the name, or if it was a road or street, or the man’s name. She gave me an option of three given names, such was it an avenue, street or road? Mr Schmitt, Albright or Woodcock… obviously, I’d made up the questions asked, as an example. My GP got a letter telling her my memory was the same as two months earlier. Which it wasn’t; in March, I answered them all, without prompting and help. Last time, even the ‘pick one of three’ was just a potluck. I’m leaving taps on more often too. I’ve burnt three saucepans to death this month. Taken tumbles getting dressed, and I was only wearing protective pants and a dressing gown! Remembering all this is amazing! I was supposed to have three brain scans, I think, a month apart – then they can read any changes – but this has to be done before they can identify the type of dementia I have and treat me with whatever to slow it down. I’ve had one. As I recall, I got lost trying to get out of the building. I can sense at this precise moment, I just had a few minutes of nothing; I call a Memory Blank, struggling now. I’ll try to get back later. I’d be in a pickle without the Carers attending. It also helps me tremendously if we get time for a laugh and a little natter. Sorry that I wrote this now. After reading it I sound like a right old whiner! I do think I’m a different person when the Dracula Depressions visit me. I decided to leave it on, if only as a warning to others, of how things can change so much. Yet, still, moments of the old self come through occasionally – and that is wonderful!
The feet were s lot better looking this morning. The legs were a little lumpy in places.
Ablutions sorted. But doing the teeth, and spitting out the toothpaste was a bloody job. Hehe!
Undoubtedly foggy out there this morning.
Spuds in the crock-pot.
Peas in the saucepan.
Sat at the computer desk. Photo’d the Fog through the balcony windows.
A new Olive-Oil dropper filled, for the twice-daily earhole oilings.
A rare mug of Glengettie tea on the computer desk. As usual, I forgot about it, and it went cold. Tsk!
Rahmat arrived, and medications were issued. First visit. The usual agony of carrying buckets of water to refill the non-working W.C. bowl. (Three calls to the Throne today, not so messy, but just as painful. Annoying , and the pain started!
I set to creating some needed templates for this blog. I seemed to be doing a little better with the typing today, nowhere near as many missed keys…although my foments of bemusedness were relentless, my rate of work achieved was doing reasonably well – as were my mind-blanks, which delayed me a little. But it didn’t matter. For Liberty-Global Virgin Media boss Mr Fries helped…
Their Average Rating went down to 1.1 since I made this graphic last year!
Did some food prepping, another trip to the . And returned to doing the blank templates, after Liberty-Global Virgin Media, who are now dearer than any other supplier, granted me a service again.
I thawed out some of Asda’s pre-crushed finger rolls.
I had several of these, which put the mocker on blogging. Then…
Broke my heart, with my doing so well earlier. I gave up altogether. Turned off the computer, got the nosh finished and served up
It didn’t go down too well. But that is likely to be because of the smoke & mirrors Liberty-Global Virgin Media’s letdowns getting to me! Taste Rating 3.5/10.
Carer arrived and listened to my chuntering about… .
I got the pen and pad out, and tried to do some odeing for tomorrow’s blog… Zzz!
The later Carer woke me up, and a painkiller was given.
I tried to get back to sleep, but it was no good, so I got up and took a photo of the sky.
Back in the c1966. 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.
I continued frequently getting to the point of nodding off, and every time the danged let loose!
Depressed and annoyed, I got up when I saw the colouring through the curtains had gotten browner. Grabbed the camera and went into the kitchen to see if it was worth picturing… I thought it was lovely!
Waiting for the sun to drop, I hung up the dressing gowns returned from the laundry. Checked the taps and cooker were not left on. And back to take this shot.
Not sure when I did get sleep, but it took a few hours, I think. I can recall getting up to check if I’d locked the door or not, spotting the clock that indicated 02:30hrs.
05:10hrs, I stirred back into ersatz-like life. I was so depressed even I couldn’t realise why? But I was still greeted with an ominously fearful dose of a . It almost physically hurt, not knowing why!
I sat there in the half-light of the morning with an irresistible urge to find the cause of my disparagement & neurasthenia. I can honestly say that I have never. or don’t recall, in all my years, waking up in such a state of mental flux and unbalanced thoughts, but none of them was clear enough to grasp?
I must have argued with and challenged myself, questioning not only my sanity but also momentarily considering the thought that I may have kicked the bucket and was in the Ka stage?
I instantly came out of the odd mood I woke up in. The second I realised what I was thinking.
A rarity ensued, not known in a long time: I laughed out loud at myself, followed by a procession of self-derogatory verbals and then a blessed relief of knowing it didn’t matter why I woke in such a mental mess anyway; I just did But, now it had Cleared! I felt a bit of a clot, to be frank!
The freshly, newly inspired, almost back to normal (not that it is anything to shout about, of course), but with a degree of determination, Inchie set to and tackled removing the attached night bag. Carer Richard later gave it a colour coding of 4 – not so good.
Getting on my feet, I noticed the state of my right ankle. No doubt it will transmogrify later in the day. It tends to do that diurnally recently
I checked that the taps or stove had not been left on, or that the fridge or freezer door was not open.
Then, the were tackled. No fears or concerns about this, though. this was (even if only temporarily), The new Inchie; Brave, bold and brash, heroic… (Oh, never mind that bit.) A heartening start; there was no demand to utilise the toilet yet, so I was well pleased with not having to go through the pain of fetching water… at least yet!
Apart from yet again not cleaning my teeth – I think I must be nervous if the bleeding each time? Chicken! Things went tremendously well this morning! I joke not when I tell you, there was just one cut shaving! Honestly! And that was a tiny one that stopped on its own accord!.
When showered and shaved, I saw that some toe ends were white again. Even weirder, I seem to have what I think was a water papules coming up on top of my left foot?
It’s odd how quickly these can grow… yet seem to almost disappear even quicker?
The Mysteries of the old man in Flat Number 72, Woodthorpe Court. With its hobgoblins, spectres, gnomai, phantasms, ghosts, grotesque succubae, extraterrestrials, ectoplasms, spirits, or the Fata-Morganas, that have been sent to taunt, irritate and terminate my already limited saneness of mind. And the landlord’s habit of leaving me in agony having to fetch at least two buckets of water due to the W.C. tank that’s not refilled for five weeks, and advised me it will be four more weeks before any help arrives. And I’ve just voted for them too! Hehehe!
Got the dressing gown on, and couldn’t manage the slippers, but I’ll ask a Carer if they can help. Of course, I forgot to, so went barefooted for the day! I took this drab photo of the drab morning; as I did, the innards told me to make use of the . So, I did!
ensured it was a concrete-like, bloody and painful event.
Kicked-off on the first bucket of water fetched, and she is still giving me grief! I wish someone would mention this to the Nottingham City Homes Maintenance team. Then again, no! I can put up with it. My being a courageous, heroical, pain-tolerant, brave, steadfast, stouthearted, indefatigable, hale & hearty, full of the joys of spring sort of fit & healthy, sport-loving young man, who has to fight women of and am practically an oligarch, good looking too. Ahem! I think?
The sunshine nearly got out then! A close call.
But the drizzle started again.
I’ll see if there’s been any progress on the rich nearby neighbour’s house that’s being extended.
Nope. Then again, I think I’ve put the wrong picture on here. It vaguely reminds me of one I took earlier in the week? Hard to believe that I could make such a mistake. He says lyingly!
Oh, I forgot, when Carer Richard came earlier, he checked the medications and dates on the foods for me. He told me the chips needed eating by today. He got a can of stew from the fridge and recommended I had them together for my nosh. So, that’s what I’m about to do now.
Back later, or in the morning… I hope…
I’m back; late on Tuesday morning. Catch-Up time…
Carer Jodie called, with Carer Rhamat (I think), to change , adding the night bag to show Rhamat (I think), how to do it. No medications were needed. Wish I had taken some later). A mini-natter, and they took the waste bags with them on leaving.
THE MEAL – A REET TREAT!
Veg stew, with added roasted mini-potatoes. Flavoured with Oxo veg cubes, liquid sea salt and delightfully tangy Przyprawa seasoning. Flavour Rating; 8.2/10. Grrreat!
No sooner had I got settled into the c1968, non-operational, tatty, scruffy, unkempt, uncomfortable, germ-breeding, Harold Haemorrhoid-Testing, sickenly beige-coloured recliner, both the and launched their tormenting excruciation at me. It took hours for things to calm down enough to get some sleep. Why I didn’t get up and take some of the extra painkillers from the drawer, I can’t understand? Maybe I did?
Ah, then again, the last time I got up for something after settling with the attached, I had an and fell over the tubing!.
Day bag soon filled, then stopped in the afternoon?
I had a natter with my family from the Manor Laboratories in Cincinnati. Cute they are! ♥
INR blood test, tea & notepad.
Not exactly sure what this was supposed to be a photo of… But I got it wrong again. I’m good at that!
Afternoon sky – a bit glum here.
ODE TO GLUM That’s an odd word, innit, Glum?… Another odd word to me is sistrum… Could be because I’ve just taken my Diascorium? Whichever end of the social spectrum… Short of dosh, gelt, pounds, yen, or ngultrum, Have a drink, perhaps some rum? That should help you not to be glum!
Darker now, no sign of a sunset… Cragknangles!
The bottom field. Not a soul in sight… Chestnut Way car park… Not a soul in sight.
A bad day for the “Out-Of-It” spells. “Mind Blanks” & “Self-Loathing. I made up ten templates in advance today…A bad mistake. Cost me most of the day.But I kept mind-wandering off to do other things,without a care in the world for while I was doing them… Afterwards, catching up and getting to where I was before my meanderings just cost me more time.As if things don’t take long enough to get done nowadays? I’d have missed the first proper sunset we’ve had for daysif it wasn’t for Carer Carolynne arriving. She helped me take some photos. As usual, I got carried away and took far too many for far too long.By the time I’d returned to the computer, I’d acquired an empty mind of magnificent incapability. What was I doing?Ah, well, I’ll do my best. I’m only just starting this blog, and it is already 22:30hrs!
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Bloody heck! Well, in the pouch!.
Guess who burnt his already burned knuckle?
Carer Sam and Carollyne had been and gone. I got on with the template-making again. It only took me about nine hours to get them done.
I got some soup in the saucepan and added some imitation bacon bits, liquid smoke, salt and vinegar to the vegetables, and added a can of peas. Lovingly stirred it all together, but I got summoned again to the beloved . Where I spent the next hour or so in a battle to force an evacuation. Like cement! The soup got burnt!
I had a pot of Chinese rice. It was very nice.
The next few hours are nothing more than scraps of memory. I don’t recall anyone calling on me, but think they did. I found the hot tap running and now have no water to wash and shave with. No way am I going to try using saucepans and kettles in the state I’m in… at least, I think I was. I must see the nurse about these bouts of, as I call them, being “Out-of-it!” Anything could happen. It might have?
Carer Carolynne arrived for her last call. This is when I realised we had got a sunset going on in the night sky. I got the Fuji, and the Carer took some photos on her mobile phone of the magnificent view on offer. After she sorted the medications and took the bags out for me, I stayed taking photos for about an hour as the reluctant-to-leave-us sun fought to stay in view.Marvellous! IK think I’ve got them in order as taken.