Even less time to get owt done today. Say no more; I’m sick of hearing myself moaning.
Then again, I’m sick of everything going wrong each and every day… hourly almost. In fact: ARGH!
Enough, I’m sorry, not much, indeed I got less done today than yesterday… Stop it, Inchy!
Ah, later on, a better colour in the day pouch!
Kitchenette!
Made a mess of this photo taken. But it looks like a torch parade, which is interesting… or not. A smidgen more like it? Well? I’ve not got the foggiest about this one!
Letter from the Doctors Surgery. With some fantastic news! They are sending Nurse Nicole, to see me! ♥
Monday 27th November. Coming to the flat to do a 2Sever Frailty Health check. It will take about an hour. I’ve so missed seeing Nurse Nichole. I fell in love with her years ago, you know! Hehe! DVT, Anticoagulation Nurse Hristina as well. Oh, and… Carer Kara and… better stop now. I hope I don’t get confused with all the medical appointments this and next month. And, there will be three more to add to the calendar soon. Two (at least) at the Audio Clinic on the Ropewalk, and one at the QMC for the ? ? ? ?iac procedure. I can’t find the letter at the moment but has it in hand. Hang on, I think I know where it might be; I’ll investigate…
I’ve found it! Don’t know where I got the ‘iac’ bit from; it’s cardiac, an angioplasty. Had two before, with no problem. Although I don’t know what they gave me then, but it perked me up after the procedure was done. Hehe!
Raining a bit again, and misty with it.
Looks like some new geysers are coming on the left knee. This might be why has been letting down a few times this week?
I gave up and watched some TV. Here is a photo I took of a certain program I was watching. Can anyone remember what it was called? I used to love this one.
Not sure why it came out in mono, though?
Got some more nibbles in the nurses & carers tub.
A slow job with
what seemed like every ten minutes. You, scallywag of a CEO!
Mini hog pork pie, garden peas, chips, well-buttered bread, milk roll, and a strawberry cheesecake for nosh.
I tried to get some sleep before the Carer arrived, which he did the moment I drifted into heavenly peace… Haha! As I was hoping to get a shower in the morning, I asked him to leave the off.
I went into the bliss of sleep again after he left… To be woken up when someone came for the last visit. Not sure who it was; all I wanted to do was get some sleep… Ha! But, No! never gave me much chance. All my past errors, mistakes, and bad decisions taken, flooded, via Steve into my mind. I think that even got pissed of with him. Don’t ask me how I knew this; I just did.
Oh, nearly forgot the Spot the Items outcome.
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I’m making another one using this template tomorrow. That is, of course, if the Oligarchial financial money manipulators and merchants, from internet allow me to. This brings to mind, my worries over how the Conservative Party’s Suicidal Attitude over the last two years, and then bringing back the worst Prime Minister I’ve seen in my lifetime, back into Government again! Is this really the limit of their foresight? Surely they have given up? How long has Rishi failed in all his promises? Maybe he could go on ‘Give Us a Clue?’ Considering that Fries, the CEO of and earning $ Millions a year, should be invited to join this similar incapable organisation, that is forever getting things wrong shower in the Cabinet? Just a thought!
Got up at 04:00hrs, determined to get my ablutions done!
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – High & Lowlights… The Ablutioning sessions, of which there were many, were all unpleasant affairs, with being in full control throughout.
The telephone and Panic-Alarm were still not working. could not find my mobile phone anywhere. I did eventually find him, hidden within the depths of the itch-creating, bruise-giving, catheter-tube-tugging, crumb-decorated from my nocturnal nibblings, God-awfully uncomfortable, anti-sleep designed, c1966, second-hand, bought for £300 ten years ago from the charity shop, cringingly-grotty, no longer working, dirty beige recliner. Amazingly, I seemed to have wrapped it up in a blue plastic bag & tied it up in the way I would for the waste bin bags? Don’t ask; I cannot remember doing this at all, apparently, I did it in my nocturnal slumber?
ILC (Independent Living Coordinator), Oberstgrüppenfuhreress Warden and Primo Ballerina, Warden Deana, had finally been told that the phone and alarm were not working, and she responded by coming to see me, to explain. She had not been informed until told her this morning. Bless him, of my problem. It turns out, that many other tenants have the same problem and are telephone and Panic-Alarmless, just like what I am. She had rung Virgin about the situation, and got a reply, from .
Apparently, the letters sent out, told us that we had until December whatever to sort out the fibre change; in fact, it was November, not December, in error. Not bad for , those who pay their CO, $62m million-plus salary with guaranteed bonus in shares, and an open-ended expense account. Worryingly, they own or have money invested in every single internet supplier in the UK. Virgin, BT, Vodaphone, EE, Three, Talk-Talk, and dozens of others in Europe! They are all going ‘fibre’. I wonder if they all left people at risk without the safety of their landlines and emergency alarms?
I’ve written before about the failing of . Mainly due to my jealousy of how much Mr Fries gets for letting such things happen, and still gets his million in slaty and bonuses. I did read that during the Covid period, he got a $1m monthly bonus! $62m a year! Jealous? Me? Spit! Especially as he left me in the shit! Truly Oligarchal!
Anyway, thanks to Deana’s intervention and help, each abandoned and let down by , will receive an adaptor, which will be posted to us. I have got to ask the carer on the day to inform Deana, and she will arrange for it to be fitted for each client. Well, that’s saved s from sending people out to fit them, hasn’t it? Further proof of my suspicion of the smoke and mirrors, thaumaturgy, number-crunching, figure-shuffling, illusion, deception, and hocus-pocusing, that is a daily part of their activities. I’m glad I got that off of my chest… just waiting for the incoming Lawyers (Bet that they have shares in them, too) letter, summons for slander, or whatever it is called – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
Onward…
Got up at 04:00hrs. I took a photo of the nocturnal catheter pouch and busied away cleaning and sorting
Great balls of fire! I nearly took a decent shot of the early morning view from the kitchen window… Wow!
During the ‘Couldn’t get a connection with for two hours”, my spirits sank to a new depth. Surely they had not cut off the internet as well! Argh! Turned off the computer, and I tried again, but no luck. Reset the router. But no luck! Took the router plug out of the socket. Waited half a minute, and back in and turned on the power. Surely this time, I thought. But no luck! While I was pondering on what else I could try… Norton came on, telling me I was connected to an unsafe connection? I did a Norton Virus Check. Then goon with the blogging at long last… Within a minute, the connection was lost again! I tried resetting the router again. Minutes later, it was back on. Had to go through another Norton Check. But this time, the stayed on. Well, for an hour or so. It went down several times again later, but I didn’t have to resort to all that bother these times. But of course, I am developing a hatred of Norton now; it comes up each time I reconnect… Ah, I wonder if they have investments in Norton too? Scumballs!.
A couple of photographs here that confused me. Why did I take this one? And what was this one of?
Got the waste bags sorted.
Then the Asda order arrived. The man put them in the provided Iceland bags. Bad news on the tomatoes. They were Spanish and bitter foul tasting. I wish they’d say where they were from on the internet listings! Wonder how many will have black spots on the this time? Bottom freezer draw. Middle freezer draw. I didn’t photo the top draw, cause I couldn’t open it. Too full! Hehe! Top food cupboard. Bottom food cupboard. I’ll not starve then! Mind you, I might bleed to death, die from another stroke to heart attack; thanks very much to cocking things up again and leaving me without a lifeline. Humph!
Teatime views. An odd bit of blue on the clouds? Pretty though!
Curried beans, tomato passata, with I got a mite carried away with the seasoning? However, Taste-Rating: 8.6/10.
I woke up (as you do) at 03:35hrs; it was cold. I was cold and getting old, but I was bold and rose from the clutches of the itch-creating, bruise-giving, catheter-tube-tugging, crumb-decorated from my nocturnal nibblings, God-awfully uncomfortable, anti-sleep designed, c1966, second-hand, bought for £300 ten years ago from the charity shop, cringingly-grotty, no longer working, dirty beige recliner, and checked on the condition of the overnight . Not so good, a little too dark again. I emptied the pouch and packed it up for disposal. Then realised I had not got the mobile phone with me. With the landline and alarm not working, I aim to ensure it is always with me, just in case of an , and I go down or trip over something, or into something again this week. I fetched my up-to-date modern Nokia mobile phone and put it safely in the dressing gown pocket; I even remembered to switch the lock on it. . But had to change plans as the need for the Porcelain Throne arose. Off to the wet room, naturally taking Nokia Nelly with me, and of course. As soon as I started hobbling any distance, the terrible twins, and her newly formed sister, started the odd bit of botherisationing. The third time, nearly had me over, luckily I was putting my bum on the WC at the time. Another messy evacuation. I decided I would have time to get the done before the Carer came; it was only about 05:30hrs, and the Carers usually come later on weekends. So I did! No intention of having a shower; why? I’ll tell Ayer… When I struggled to get the diabetic socks off, flakes of skin shot all over the wet room, and are a bugger to get up from the floor due to the non-slip surface. If I had gone in the shower, there was so much skin peeling off it may well have blocked the drain. I did my best to clean the flakes off first thing.But I was not too successful. Cleaned the teggies & rinsed out the blood from the gums, and got on with shaving. I’d been doing well lately with very few cuts and nicks being suffered… but not this morning. As far as I could tell, I accrued five on the neck. Nothing serious, though, and the Brut aftershave dealt with stopping the bleeding well enough. I sorted through the medications to find something to put on the flaking skin on both my legs, forehead, and chin. I tried the Sudocrem cream. No good! The legs, on closer inspection, had gone like chicken legs. And to think, two weeks ago, they looked like elephant
legs? Hehe! Seriously, they were so skinny for a change. The red on the lower legs is where I scrubbed a bit to get the flaky skin removed. It was not easy to do. I put some of the cream on the legs and will ask whoever the Carer is if they can manage okay to get the & diabetic socks back on for me. By the time I cleaned the legs up, they looked a bit better to me. I was about to sort out which of the many varieties of old men’s nappies I had in stock, but the innards urged me to change plans and get back down post-haste to the WC seat without any delay. So I did. But the came out was the longest-ever blast of wind? So, I searched for a pair of pants that might not be as painful as the others. I opted for the larger ones this time, the Morrisons Unisex type. What a farce it was getting them on! I kid you not! I utilised the small picker-upperer, trying to take care not to split the fabric of the pants with the sharp end. Again, not easy… in fact, I made such a mess that I was on the verge of leaving the damned pants off! But daren’t, in case I get a bleed from both at the same time as . Well, I did the usual and got my bottom in the corner of the room, in case I lost my balance. (It’s not unknown that I do this often, Haha!). The shower wall grab bar was within easy reach, and the small picker upperer hanging on the bar… so far, so good. The most dangerous of the legs is the right one. He has, along with , and is famous for having me over, the no warning routine. Now, of course, these are joined by the, I got him in without too much trouble; however, now the real fight begins. I have to pray that Chloe and Carole are not going to give way on me, as I have to put my full weight on the right leg and physically lift the left leg up to get it in the PPs! Not that the left leg has more problems; he has less than the right leg. Only and to cope with. But, also, it was him that got shot, and bending him is even more painful! I haul him up and try to hold him there while reaching for the short picker-upperer to hold open enough room to get the foot in the pants. , , , and ,
Daily complicatedness, don’t yo
u think?
That is because it is! Particularly Today! I managed, in response to a mini-leg-dance from the right leg, I tore the PP right down and did consider crying at the time. I had to get another pair of PPs and start all over again… Then I noticed all the dried skin from the legs and head that had fallen during my losing first-round battle with getting the PPs on. What a mess! However, getting the fresh PPs on did go much better… just as painful, mind you. Then, the cleaning up of the skin, blood and bits of torn PP had to be sorted. This took me ages. I got the waste and rubbish sorted. A big bag was made up, a modicum of cursing took place, and an iota of self-pity may have escaped. With all the flipping, kerfuffling and cleaning up, I think the session took me well over two hours! Fortuitously, the Carer arrived late, it being the weekend, so I didn’t miss her coming. I got the dressing gown on and made a brew of Glengettie at long last. Well, fancy that! gave way again as I was taking the mug back into the kitchenette. Another chunk of luck here: I was in the hallway when it happened, so I had the benefit of the walls nearby to slide down slowly on my way to the floor. Thus avoiding any nasty injury. And, it wasn’t too far for me to crawl to get to 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, to haul my rhinoceros type body back up its skinny, frail legs again.
For several long, uninterrupted hours, I got on with blogging with the usual errors and mistakes in abundance.
Then the innards gurgled, and wind escaped from my rear end. So, off to the I hobbled. Another variation in this evacuation. I’ve had a couple like this before, which proved as stinky as the earlier ones! Still, a change is as good as a rest, as some idiot said. Winston Churchill, I think it was who said it?
I’ve missed some earlier photographs and tales off! Sorry about that; I’m still miffed and upset at the struggles I had with the , and associated frustrations and agonies that I had to contend with… and will all need doing again tomorrow! I took this one on the right of the morning view. Eerie, misty and typical November weather for Nottingham. Grateful Thanks to the Community Nurses who sent me the boots yesterday. I found this morning that they had also not only sent the , but fresh Diabetic socks as well! Which, made a fantastic job of fitting on for me. Thanks, mate, a great job well done! As you can see in the photograph above left, Israel’s fitting was so good that I could, with his help, get the slippers on top of the strappings. I was very impressed!
Flying around seagulls caught my eye a little earlier through the balcony windows. I went out to investigate. I believe they were all hunting for birds, rats and squirrels to eat for tea. I watched their ploy for an hour; it was fascinating.I could see doves and magpies Fluttering into the trees and bushes to hide. The gulls circled continuously, and when a chap with a little dog appeared, some of them dived down and circled the dog and man? Then, a larger group of the gulls circled where a dove had gone into the trees near the gravel path up the hills.I’m sure I saw the dove in the beak of one of the now noisier than ever gulls as it carried it away, up into the trees in the park, with a couple noisy gulls chasing after it, after a taste of the dove no doubt? The centre-right picture shows some gulls on the ground; they must have spotted a squirrel or the like? Riski should send them back to the seaside, coming here eating we land-lubbers birds! Hehe!.
Here is the answer to the little puzzle.I don’t mind admitting, I thought at first, no, no, they’ve made a mistake here, that number 29 can’t be right at all! Oh, no! Finally, I got it! I’d not noticed that only the one cherry was on the bottom line you see.Me becoming an Arithmophobic in my old age, didn’t help me. Took me hours to work it all out. Tsk!
Carer Taslini came. By then, I was well tired and confused. She got her name on the Christmas list and will collect it later. All good.
FOOD, GLORIOUS FOOD! Potatoes – slow oven cooked. Cut in halves, flesh taken out into mixing bowl. (A certain amount [quite a lot] fell on the floor). Unfortunately, when it came to seasoning the spuds, I only had white cheddar extra strong cheese, now out of my favourite, usual Red Leicester Cheese. Added some sea salt and basil on with the mixture, oh, and some absolutely gorgeous not butter from Flora. Mini Hog pork pies and delicious Dutch mini tomatoes. Taste-Rating: 8.8/10.
After consuming every bit of the meal, I went to get the washing up done. I thought I’d try again to get some decent photographicalisations of the evening’s dusky view. But decent ones I couldn’t do. Although the second one was not as bad as the first one that I took. They both came out lighter than they seemed to the naked eye… but with my eyes affected by , , Saccades Sandra, and it’s not surprising. Typing this reminded me of my upcoming visit to the QMC, EENT, to have the eyes checked that have been done to correct the Cataracts in both. I think they may then explain the procedure/stroke treatment (Laser again?) to tackle in my left eye. I checked on the calendar; It’s on Friday the 1st of December. Tuesday, the 21st of November, is the first of four visits to the Audio Clinic on the Ropewalk. has arranged the lifts with to get me there and back. Then I’ll have to make sure I remember to ask to do it again three more times for me, and also arrange a lift there and back for the QMC ENNT visit; life’s a bugger at times. Getting the ablutionings and dressed into outdoor clothing is a mammoth task for me nowadays. Getting the catheter in the optimum position is vital to avoid crushing and, essentially, scarily from. Remember to empty the before leaving. I’m not drinking anything before going out to avoid the pouch filling and having nowhere to empty it in private! Cause it will mean the removal of the trousers to get at it, and having to struggle to rearrange the removed , to protect poor little when it goes back on… Remember to take the hearing aids with me to the Ropewalk and all spectacles with me to the EENT. January radiology at the City Hospital, then the FND assessment at the Mental Health Nuthall Hospital in Bulwell is coming up…
I’m going to stop talking about these problems… I’ve only depressed and scared myself now! Hehe!
I sank down onto the c1968, tatty, scruffy, unkempt, uncomfortable, virus, microorganism, bug, bacterium, bacillus, germ, parasite producing, and disease-fermenting second-hand, eyesorely-horrendously grungy beige-coloured, £300, charity shop bought, crumb-retaining, moth-eaten, non-working, bacillus encouraging, incommodious, Haemorrhoid Harold testing, recliner, in search of Sweet Morpheus. I couldn’t find him! started tormenting me straight away. I really didn’t realise just how many things I had done wrong in the past. Mistakes, wrong choices made, and lamentable decisions I’d taken and made. at one point, had me believing that getting shot the first time was my own stupid fault! He would not ease up, so I clambered out of the recliner and hobbled into the kitchen to put the kettle on. I tried to take a close-up shot from the kitchenette window of the housing on view. I really tried to hold things steadily and this photo is the outcome. In the morning, when I put this on here, it looked to me like a type of weird art from? Maybe I could call these failed photos, PNP? Hehehe! Photographics?
Getting properly miffed at this!Green gunge cleaner & freshener
J Sainsbury’s order arrived. First two bags were emptied. Next bag. Another bag.
I realised that many items had been delivered, not charged for, that I didn’t order! Here they are… Posh biscuits, Amaretti and Biscotti. Orange juice and Mayo. Custard Creams. Garlic Paste. Coffee. Parsnips. Box of 12 cans of cat food.
I tried to phone them to let them know, but the phone is not working now! Grrr! So I Emailed them.
The Sourdough Soda Bread was irresistible. I heavily buttered two slices and had some tomatoes with them.
It’s a late afternoon shot.
Early evening shot.
During the day, mind blanks took place, and I’m not in good shape. Mentally.
I got a call from the Doctor’s surgery about the INR confusion over appointments. I’ll explain the situation at that moment: I’d just decided to phone JS about the items delivered that were not mine… The landline had stopped working! I was struggling not to lose things already. Pain and bleeding from Little Inchy and the catheter tube. Worried about the bed not being sorted. Both started giving me angst. burst into life, and I was struggling to keep it together; how, who do I ask for help with sorting the phone, the appointments, the letter from the bank, the stomach aches, the odd messy visits, not being able to walk without risk of tumbling, , the JS problem. Then, just as a dawned… my mobile rang. This was the receptionist at the surgery.This came at a time when etiquette was not at the top of my mind. Self-pity and frustrations were. My lowest point of the day. The brain was not coping well. I fear that I let out what can only be classed as a desperate rant about my current problems and state of mind. The Catheter being in for so long, the leaking legs, my walking problems and other stuff, no doubt. Full credit to the kind lady. She did not interrupt me while I was in full flow of pathetically releasing my frustrations and problems to her. She offered to make an appointment with the Doctor for me. I’d explained during my stuttering verbal rampage about my problems getting to the surgery or anywhere else for that matter. She said she could arrange and book me in for a phone-call-visit with the Doctor. But not until Wednesday next. I agreed without any hassle. By now, I had lost my panic mode status – replaced with tremendous guilt at my little sad outburst. Thanked her and returned to a harassed, frustrated mode again. Full of shame! But realised that nothing had improved, and my panic stations returned.
Nosh – Lost photo?
Medications removed all of the . Then she attached the for me.
Thank heavens, a few scrawled notes and some photographs were available to try and create this diary in hopes that not too much will have been lost to my infected memory. Because this Sunday was one of the worst ever for two things… One: The vagueness, impreciseness, befuddlement, constant mental confusion, empty-headedness. TWO: The flaky face and legs may be due to Atopic Dermatitis Eczema, Eczema craquelé (generally only affects people over 70 years of age.) Neuro-Acne, Neurodermatitis, Dyshidrosis Dermitisis, Acne, Seborrheic Dermatitis, Nummular-Dermatitis, Xerotic Eczema, Stasis Dermatitis, Xerotic Eczema, and Papular Eczema, Which seems a likely suspect for my facial problems, and Stasis Dermatitis, for my legs? Yes, I’ve been Googling again. Hehe! I looked up the Craquelure (Eczema Craquelé): It can result from drying, shock, ageing, or a combination. (More Googling)
After rising nervously from the grip of the £300 second-hand shop bought, c1966, moth-eaten, bedraggled, cringingly-beige-coloured, grotty, dilapidated, crumb-containing from my nocturnal nibblings, bug-ridden, itch-inspiring, not working recliner, it was off to the wet room .
An awfully long time was spent in there this morning, too! With the cleaning up from the evacuation aftermath, with the concomitant pains accrued, from the bending to clean it all up, the splashes, spraying, and rebounds. The worst affected were , both knees & , & .
Where started. Perhaps a better word, and it was one too! 1) I’d struggled and somehow got both leg and ankle straps removed; that took me about 20 minutes to achieve. And will never be attempted again by yours indeed! Talk about pain; that’s not a strong enough word! 2) The teggie-cleaning took just two minutes. Stopping the gums from bleeding needed much longer. 3) Shaving. (I’ve used an old photo here, but the cuts were surprisingly similar.) The neck, cheek and chin were nicked with the four-blade-razor but were easily stopped with a splash of Brut stinging but effective Brut aftershave. (Can you see the eczema coming on? This photo was taken about 2 weeks ago). 4) were washed and medicated.
Germoloid Ointment was gently applied, with instant relief being the outcome. Phew! 5: Washing, then medicating poor little . I must get some more Germolene ordered! 6: Sounds like a simple job this next one – but Oh, No! Not with my regiment of ailments, it isn’t. Especially when trying to get a pair of the Morrisons PPs (Protection Pants) on. You see, my right leg has the , as well as the dodgy . The right leg (Well, they both are) is also gifted with a visa . Each foot had an . Socially-minded occupies each knee along with Cartilage girls Chloe & Carole. Naturally, there’s always, often more than once diurnally, , which can turn and off at will, confusing the brain completely – which tries to respond but does it with best guesses. I’m not kidding; there are times I’ve burnt a finger in the oven, and I felt nothing but could smell something burning (that would usually be a finger) until I looked at it, and the brain gets the message and passes it on to me about the pain, then it hurts like hell! Hahaha! I’d love to have a discussion with others who have PN. I read their letters on the HealthUnlocked site on the web. But have never read about anyone else getting this particular trait. I assume the diagnosis was right… but could it be something else I’ve got?
The sheer weight of the retaining fluids makes both limbs heavy to lift. PPs… Oh, I lost the plot there; I got carried away; sorry, I’m back to blogging. If I’d got a microphone in the wet room, you’d have heard a bit of cursing, arghing, and swearing as I struggled to get the pants on! But I did it!. 7: Then, just the slippers and dressing gown to get on. “Just,” he says! I moved into the front room to get the slippers on to be safer. Which proved to be an excellent idea! Until… : Using the long shoe horn, I manoeuvred the end into the slipper, and standing on the extra-dodgy right leg, moved the left foot towards the slipper… At the optimum time to get me over, I gave way, and down I went… but at this stage, I’d like to blow my own trumpet – which is not easy, cause I don’t have one, Haha! I was impressed with my taking the precaution of entering the front room now! I fell backwards into the c1966, £300, second-hand charity-shop bought, crumb-containing, odour-retaining, Harold’s Haemorrhoid-testing, nauseatingly beige coloured, non-working, virus-breeding recliner. That was better than going onto the floor! Mind you, started bleeding and had to be cleaned and medicated again.
That took me that long; the afternoon Carer arrived as I put on my dressing gown. I can’t tell how long it took me chronologically cause the battery in the wet room clock had died. I reckon it was close to three hours! I can’t go on like this without some further costly help.
Waste bags.
It’s a wickedly lousy shot of the end car park.
The front view is not good either. Tsk!
The last banana and the best of the bunch, bought from Iceland. Only 25% of it was bruised.
. Are these bits floating in the wee-wee extracted from the catheter day bag, parts of my Prostate?
Evening shot from the kitchen window.
Later, the sun disappears…
Oh, dear, the legs didn’t look too good this morning. (I just found the lost SD card). Right leg on the left and visa-versa. But betterer than yesterday!
One of Inchy’s famous mystery photos?
The end car park mudslide has nearly all gone.
Got a late meal. Of sorts, I just wasn’t interested much. I wanted much more to get some sleep in. Didn’t enjoy this one at all. The bin got most of it. My fault! Flavour-Rating: 2¼/10!
Washing the pots, and had to go for an early morning visit to the … . What a change from this morning?
Down into the £300 second-hand shop bought nine years ago, c1966, discomfiting, alarmingly beige-coloured, crumb-containing, TV remote hiding, not working recliner. In search of Sweet Morpheous!
But, No! A totally unexpected series of gurgles from the inners, and I groped my way out of the £300, second-hand, musty, Haemorrhoid Harold Testing, cringingly beige, crumb-covered, not-working, rickety recliner. Off to the wet room. En route, , right against the door corner and right into my There was no time for pain; the rear end was struggling to prevent a premature evacuation from occurring. Just as well, I didn’t stop. Even more amazingly… . Another reversal of evacuation modes? It beats me: what is going on?
Cleaned up and got my head down again… Soon drifted off, but not for long. The return of commencing his harassment, tugging at my guilt and errors… The Git!
A mishmash of mordant mental malignancy was gone through today. Confusion over metastatic prostate cancer; Why am I still taking the Finasteride. It was originally told me by the specialist at the Haywood Hospital, that they were for a month’s course. Then the would be removed for 24 hours, to allow me to try manually peeing. Then a bladder scan would be done to see what’s left in it, not passed. If all is well, the Catheter can be removed. If not, the only course left open is for you to have a permanent one fitted. This has been done three times now. Every time the bladder was found to be 30% full after weeing. I’d hoped to be told that I’d be going on the waiting list for the operation on the bladder. There would still be a bad to be controlled of course – but the key factor in this cheering me up was that a tube would go into the bladder via the side of the stomach. Hence: My poor battered and getting cut up and causing so much pain, would hopefully be a memory! But, No! They just replaced the contraption again, and the whole procedure was repeated twice more. Same results not enough passed! ensured a free run from ensued today. Deepak-Depression, self-criticising, Fed-Upperedness and I have to admit it… to a certain level of self-pity. Which dissipated I . It seems to make me aware that I am far better off than many people in the world, country, Nottingham, even Sherwood and in these flats where I dwell, with my topsy-turvey, ever-changing moods.
At the moment, typing this, albeit already Sunday afternoon and I’m miles behind with everything; I’m verging on feeling almost, practically contented! Of course, it won’t last long, but there you go. Had I not been feeling up, the downers would never have arrived… I think I got that wrong somehow? I’d better get a move on. My photo comments will be a little shorter than usual (Well, we’ll see how it goes). To save me time. A lot to get done today. A lot to forget, lose and do wrong as well. – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
. A photo missed off of yesterday’s blog.
07:10hrs: Up late again, needing to appease the demands of the bowels. Much firmer products were evacuated!
Waste dogs sorted out.
Making the first of the two mugs of tea allowed me… However… So the tea had gone cold! Tsk!
Fodder arrived… Unpacked the bags… Plenty of bread! Fresh foods. Disappointed with the bananas! See the black strips underneath the stalks? A sure sign of age and mistreatment. All bar one were bruised, uneatable!
Daily medicationalisationings.
The new dressing gown was delivered, just before arrived. Just after I’d taken a photo of the gown. It didn’t come out the colour that it actually was. took the camera and tried to get a better shot for me. He held them up while I tried again. Better, but not right yet… Not a lad to be beaten, he took it out on the balcony and got this ace shot taken. That’s the colour!
Spent ages on the blog, and nearly forgot about the emptying. Hehe!
But the flow steadied, and three hours and 2 litres of spring water later, the pouch was nearly empty?
Had to sort through the Asda-Walmart frozen diced potatoes before getting them in the oven.
Took this photo of the getting dark earlier sky as I made the vegetable soup.
Chunky vegetable soup, with plenty of diced, boiled then roasted potatoes. A better job this time. Taste: 8/10.
After dining well, I got the pots all finished washing up.
And I took this snap of the evening view.
Then I dived (not literally of course) into the c1966, £300 Oxfam charity shop bought, second-hand, wincingly grotty, beige coloured, crumb-covered from my nocturnal nibbling, itch-making, uncomfortable, positively unhealthy & dangerous, no longer operational, virus-breeding, easy-to-fall-out-of, Catheter-tube-trapping, recliner. Hope I can get that bed soon from the hospital. I’ll have to beg someone to ring them for me… and hope and pray they can get through this time.
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Go to a health spa, for detoxificating? Your power bills will be less concerning! No more fears, or talk about bankrupting! Or your mental health deteriorating! Go live somewhere with security gating? Private Doctors may charge £10 per Aspirin, Go on, live an idle life that’s high-faulutin’!
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– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – TIP: Seasonal – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – After the longest night’s sleep of the year, of over eight hours! 06:55hrs: I was woken from my deep heavenly sleep to the tune of the door chime charmingly but alarmingly chiming . (A caring gal), was eventually recognised as the fizzled brain tried to get into gear. It was hard work, confusing and annoying to me cause I knew I was waffling about the leg straps and diabetic socks but could not get a hold of things. The gal gave me the medications and put the compression socks on me, but I struggled with fitting the two leg straps. I tried to guide her, but I was as much use as a bible in a mosque. Thanked her, and off she went to her next person in need.
Storm Babet was settled in for the majority of the day. A run of nine hours of rain. As a record of this, I took photos of the end car park mudslide throughout the day as it gradually grew gruesomely! Tried to take a close-up through the window. Then, opposite the flats. It’s flowing down now. Tried a closer shot with the window open. Then, an even closer one. Muddier water now… Still growing slowly. Another close-up. The top white car had escaped. It’s at its peak here!
Ablutionings.
Mug of Glengettie.
The District Nurse, Sophina, arrived. Now I’ve got two new diabetic socks on, with ankle straps, I think. Poor gal got soaked in the rain, and her feet and socks soaked through. Luckily, I have several pairs of new, unworn socks from back in the day when they fitted, and I could use . And we went in to pick a pair so she could have dry tootsies on for the rest of her rounds. Lovely gal.
Do you remember me telling you about her? It was never easy to manipulate by getting worse legs into the darned thing. Every time, I ended up with bruises, bleeding or blood nips. Many Tumbles as well. But nowadays, she lurks in the spare room, and I feel a hatred (well, fear) for her each time I go into the room. I swear the green-coloured, plastic-covered metal implement of torture still laughs as I go by! I can no longer physically cope with using her now. ‘Thank Goodness!’
As indeed, the other five visits of the day were!
Late afternoon,The plastic pouring cones arrived. I refilled a dropper bottle with Olive Oil. And to think they came from Taiwan within three days of ordering! When I was filling the bottle, a burst forth from the door chime. A resident had seen the other driver leave the quilt I ordered for the bed that may never arrive, and he’d left it in the ground floor lobby! Things have gone missing from there many times, and I thanked the man venomously for bringing it up to me. Now, if I can get some help with ringing the Age UK number the nurse gave me, I can find out if they can help at all, pay them, and after the clearing is finished, inform Sarah from the Falls & Rehabilitation Team that it is cleared, and then she will order a bed for me. But I have to find out first if they can help. Then, there is that new appointment at the EENT for the post-cataract procedure – whatever that is. I’ve got to book a lift with Easy-Link there & back. It’s all go here! Haha!
THE QUILT
At midnight, I gave up on the blog and got my Friday meal prepared.Although, it was a Saturday meal by the time I got it cooked and served up. Not too bad. Taste-Rating: 7.2/10
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?”
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – Another Inchy Failure – He got 3 in 60 seconds! – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – Not so Good This Week – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – Another day of ineptitude. My time-consuming, managed brain, meant terribly vexing periods of mistake-making, finding, and still not correcting properly – thus, I spent far too much of the day in grammatical investigations. Intermingled with getting so involved in my blogging, I kept forgetting the 4-hour leg-up, and then 4-hour stood-up as a routine treatment, as the nurse explained being essential if we have any hope of the now ulcerated, wound to be effective and will ever heal. Not that this was the worst of things today… Oh, no! It’s being so cheerful that keeps me going,you know! Oh, no… The , or to be more precise, the tube that is slowly dismantling poor, painful and the flesh around it, is far more bothersome. Not to mention now being supported in her “Let’s Make Inchy Hurt & Fall-Over” mission. Now backed up by a new ailment, a sister, . They are easily outdoing the old regular, in the pain stakes. At least this morning, they are. I’d give 6/10, the new girl an 8/10, and the old man, a mere 3/10… things can change! ———————————————————-
A bit clearer this morning in the nocturnal pouch
Why? What? I know not!
Day pouch filled up with darker urine?
The compression bandaging was looking good. I like having two-tone coloured toes! Hehe!
Into the kitchen to check the taps.
The floor was disgusting from being mopped and the things that I had spilt love the last few days. I must try to give it a mop job, but first…
You’d not believe how long and the mess it took me to get the pad on the mop. The ‘Speed-Mop’ – Huh! It didn’t move a lot of the dirt and stains… Just about worth the effort & pain it cost me. Of course, I spotted patches that I’d missed altogether, the next time I went to the kitchen. Spit!
Finally got a brew of tea made. I made it carefully, cause this is the last of the three china mugs I bought. Last week, I mourned the passing (and shattering) of the second mug this year. I do think that tea tastes better, imbibed from these mugs. Well, mug, now!.
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – The delivery arrived as my beloved Nurse Christina was taking the blood sample for the INR level testing. She kindly took the bags through to the kitchen for me. What an Angel of Mercy &Beauty she is ♥ I thanked her, and was suddenly slightly stupefied as she departed; When I realised (or thought) that the order was ordered for 8 days later? I shan’t go any further into that, as this sickenly often-repeated Whoopsie with the food, was getting me into a self-loathing mode. Household items. Treats, luxury fodder! A mixture. A crammed-to-the-hilt fridge & freezer.
The rain had been coming for ten minutes or so when I went, as I often do, due to the memory-distorting qualities of , to check that I’d not left anything on the cooker or taps (faucets) running. I saw that the mudslide had started at the end car park, took the above photo from the balcony. The rain was pouring down heavily as I took this photo from the kitchen window to the North. Then one straight ahead… all taken through the window A final one towards the City Centre.
I’ve tried to explain these blanks to the lady at what was then, a Dementia counselling meet. But it was taken casually and she moved on to other areas, as if she did not believe me, or didn’t want to discuss the subject. There are flakes of partial memories in there, (my head), but dirty great blanks at the same time. I don’t seem to have done any computer work during the approximate five hours of the mental vacuum.
.I realised later, that a Carer had called; the log had been filled in. But who and what took place is mega-blank. I’ve not got the foggiest!Yet I do remember cooking and slicing the potatoes, and pasty, that was about to take out of the oven, to serve up for myself. Another carer called as I was eating the meal. But memory is patchy of even that. By the time I was washing the pots up, things seemed to clear?
Sleep was a no-no on my first try. So, I wandered into the kitchen, with my, and … Took this shot of the evening in Night-Scene mode using . It came out much brighter than it looked. Which helped give an impression of the houses, few with any lights on. Mind you it was late.
During the day, Domestic Denise called with some bad sad news. She is leaving the job and going back to her old one. All I can say is;
I think that Riahanna was one of the callers. Of course the fact me forgetting or getting it wrong, are picayune… but not impossible, of course. Hehe! Victor was one I reckon. Think, maybe, perhaps…
I’m finishing this blog off now – and it’s taken me until 11:00hrs on Thursday to do so.
