05:45hrs: I tackled the removal of the stubborn attachment on the nocturnal and day bag and got it done by 06:00hrs. Hehehe!
It was damned cold this morning! Mind you, I’d not got the ankle & leg straps on yet. Took the first shot from the kitchenette window, and I knocked a bottle of Lloyds Tomato & Basil sauce off of the window ledge. It landed on my right foot. I may have cursed a bit? On the plus side, it didn’t break, missed my , and it was the only item that I dislodged. I disrobed and went off to the wet room. It was too early to use the noisy shower to get a stand-up wash and shave. I got the dressing gown in the laundry bag; it was well full now. I collected a pair of protection pants to change into later, and as I did so, I decided it best to check on the computer first to make sure that the Iceland order was not going to arrive while I was doing my ablutions. A rare moment of temporary mental clarity and memory activity there! Smug-Mode engaged temporarily! The session went well… Yes, that’s what I said! Only two weeny cuts shaving, mind you; there’s always something, and the gums gave me the only bother I had. Even getting the PPs on went almost easily. Great!
Confusion Reigns… I knew I’d got an hour and a bit before the earliest possible time for the Iceland delivery. So I was about to try to get the sink cleaned; I’ll get it done one day... And . Well, Iceland was well early? Within minutes of pressing the unlock button, a rattling came on the door from the food deliveryman. It did not register with me when he said do you want it in the kitchen, I said please, and adjusted my now rather loose dressing gown, and adjusted the day pouch that was slipping… and he’d put the stuff all over the kitchen, loose… this was when I realised it was not the Iceland man at all! He was from J Sainsbury, with whom I had a mess on last week’s order on Friday, delivering the order I’d made for next Tuesday, not today! He shot off, and I went into a semi-panic mode. I’ve got all this stuff to get in the fridge and freezer, but I knew it would fit in… and the Iceland order was also due shortly! It was hard work, but some fodder had to get ditched from the fridge to make room for the new stuff. I ended up taking a carrier bag full of short-dated stuff to the waste chute and ditching it. Then started rearranging things to use less room on the shelves and freezer, suddenly realising I had all the JS stuff to sort yet… These were sorted… Then these… I hope I can get the soda bread in. Great news here, though. The terrible foul-looking meat in a jar that tasted heavenly was delivered, Yummy! More sorting… I got some of the Anya potatoes into the slow cooker for later with the mushroom risotto. Took this shot of the blue-looking view. It wasn’t this blue; I can’t understand why it came out like this. If I remember, I’ll ask Tim from New Mexico later on.
Carer Marie, with a new carer with her, Sanamal and showing her the ropes. Marie is an angel; she said she would get me a pair of slippers from Primark when she goes to town again. ♥ Bless her!
Then, the Iceland delivery arrived. I had to empty the day bag as the chap took the bags to the kitchen for me. Thankfully, not a lot of frozen stuff. Some sauce was substituted, but I gave that and the bread I could not get in the freezer to Carer Kara later; she can hand them out to whoever she thinks. I had a heck of a job getting the fresh stuff into the fridge. I’d bought treats for the carers. Just look at the choc-o-block fridge now! Still, I’ll not starve. Haha!
I took this shot and got on with the blogging. For hours, and hours… it’s been seven up to now.
Teatimish, I took a couple of more… Through the glass of the balcony. The one above showed rejectionist patterns in the rain. Har-Har! How did it get a copy of the cars not in the shot, in amongst the trees and bushes? They look like ghostly cars.
Carer Christopher came, taking the wee-wee out of my peed-on several times and washing designer slippers. Haha! He dished out the medications, and as we chatted, I told him about my not being able to get at the hairs growing on my neck to shave them. We went into the wet room, and he dry-shaved my neck for me… I’m sure the bleeding will stop eventually. (Only joking!)
Back to the blogging. The blue sky returns.
Carer Christopher arrived on his last visit. I was just getting my dinner out of the oven and plated. He took it to the front room for me, and I forgot to photograph it. Mushroom Risotto with some Anya potatoes. Nothing like as delicious as the mushroom Risotto Sister Jane did for me in 1989. That was so good, I can still remember the taste of it! But it was a processed meal, so I couldn’t expect too much.
Zzz! But not for long… soon kicked off. He was vehement tonight, waking me up many times, & starting again within minutes each time I nodded again.
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Sister Jane sent me this graphic below, and quite funny it was, too, I thought!. Ha, Ha, Ha! I thought of a few more straight away:
LHA: Lost hearing aids.
CPF: Catheter Pouch Full.
ACA: Arthritis Cartilage Agony.
WDII: What Day Is It?.
LMDS: Laddered My Diabetic Socks.
LTVR: Lost TV Remote.
LTR: Left Tap Running.
DNC: District Nurse Calling.
FMDOBATB: Forgot My date Of Birth At The Bank.
ROPP: Run Out Of Protection Pants.
LCO: Left Cooker On.
FOG: Fell Over Again.
DMOT: Dropped Mug Of Tea.
FAOTB: Fell Asleep On the Bog.
TWTA: Took Wrong Tablets Again.
FAOTB2: Fell Asleep On The Bus.
LBP: Lost Bus Pass.
CMS: Cut Myself Shaving.
LMS: Lost My Spectacles. Hahaha!
I hope Jane likes them.
Another bad night’s sleep. Mid afternoon I was well out of it. Struggled to get this blog going. Hence, it’s now gone 22:00hrs, and I’m still working on it – mostly doing things wrong and making corrections. But the ode today did take me ages to do, and three pretty young carers distracted me somewhat. Haha! It’s only natural for a man with my sex appeal. Har, Haha!
More in the pouch this morning.
I made a point of not counting the empty crisp packets. But this did not assuage the guilt!
Off to get my done. The shaving had only one tiny nick under the chin. (I used this photo later as part of the Ode header). Getting the PPs on after finishing was a work of painful art. The Stroke and Peripheral Neuropathy affected right leg, which was joined by and in making the task one of the most painful jobs of the month. Boy, that leg did not want to bend or lift at all. Somehow, I eventually, with cunning, I might add, got them on. I got the towel and picker-upper, wedged myself in the corner of the room to avoid any tumbles, and lifted the leg ankle with the towel flipped over the ankle, while grabbing the PPs with the picker. I’m still amazed at how I didn’t go over, but I didn’t. ! Then realised I had not yet ointmentated the piles! No problem, I Germoloided the rear end, then , and Phorpain Gelled both knees. I think I did a good job, really. Yet another brief !
Carer Kimberly arrived. Took the laundry down for me. We joked about last week’s bag of laundry getting lost and never found. She later returned with this one… the clothes were there, but the new B&M bag it was in had been snatched, and a dirty old bag was left in its place! The diabetic socks were inside out and still damp, so I reversed them and got them on the airer. Kim helped me hang the dressing gowns up, bless her.
The Phantom bag & clothes nicking resident… Are they doing it for bedevilment? Twice on the trot now, so blatant! Compensation, can I become a claimant? If it happens a third time – disappointment… Annoyment, cursing and discontentment, Is someone turning belatedly delinquent? For warmth, on my dressing gowns, I am dependent, To stop these thefts, we must be diligent… Will I ever know where my washing went… I want my leg straps back; I’ll be lenient, I’ll not get uppity or militant, Though it makes me slightly malcontent, Could it happen twice, both an accident? It could be, or maybe, malevolent!
Carers & Nurses drinkie-treats, and the last remaining warm dressing gown hanging over the door.
The carer earlier helped me get the leg straps on. I took this photo in the wet room ages ago, and have only just remembered it. Tsk! Sad?
Gorgeous clouds in the afternoon. Plenty of contrails higher up.
I got and took three shots of the views in different directions. So that, my mass of foreign followers can both see how tight the housing is. Slightly to the right. Ahead… And to the left.
The close-up shots are terrible!
A few hours later, and this one was terrible! A little betterer?
I planned my meal for the night. The other pack of battered chicken that I forgot to put the SD card in the Kodak and took a photo of last night. I’ll have some chips with them, methinks. With some potatoes. Back in the mooring to catch up – I hope.
Mystery photo?
Last of the ‘I shan’t bother buying again’ battered balls’, with potato cubes, a pot of side sauce, ready sliced wholemeal cobs, and pickled green tomato salad, was plated and consumed. A late picture of the nosh. Part-eaten.
Well behind after the hospital visit. This’ll have to be cut short. I took a few piccies. memory & confusion difficulties.
The urine is still too dark.
The moving moon. Or was it me moving?
Mug of Glengettie. My having to go out with trousers on, I did not drink anything else, in case the bladder did the dirty on me like on the last visit, and suddenly filled up, and the pouch dropped down my leg and I had a messy job of getting to the WC while holding onto the pouch, and walker, struggled to get into a cubicle, to empty the little monkey of a bladder bag!
Through the balcony window. It was -3c.
Carer, then a second visit to the
In an hour! Gave-Up!
Got it done in time, then sorted out the needs for the visit to the QMC. Got down to the foyer in plenty of time, and utilised the crossword book, while waiting for the Easy Link lift to arrive. Which came a little late. But with the state of the icy roads, I expected it. Set off, with the nice driverless avoiding the speed bump route, after I mentioned the bleeding haemorrhoids from last week’s lift. Bless her! Winchester Street icy- Hill.
Don’t remember taking this one at all? I was also confused as to how I’d got a different shape of photos from ?
EENT arriving, area freed of ice, Security Guards.
The driver dropped me off; she had to dash off for her next customer, so as I was walking in through the front doors of the EENT… “There was movement in my trousers!” Yes, the filled and fell down my leg. Once again, I had a messy job of getting to the WC, while holding onto the pouch, and walker, struggling to get into a cubicle, to empty the little monkey of a bladder bag! A chap helped me to get into the cubicle. Thanking him! Got lost finding the treatment room, but someone was at hand to tell me it was at the end of the pointed out corridor, left through the double doors, and that’s it. I thanked them. They sent me to another corridor, but I found that one easily enough. Took a seat after showing the lady the paper work. A young lady collected me and we went into the sized for eye-testing room. A bath on several different machines, and although I did have trouble holding my head steady enough, and she had to do some of the procedures from scratch again when I apologised and mentioned Peripheral Neuropathy Pete being to blame, she was very understanding. Her Sister-in-Law suffers the same, so she was in the know of my problems. ♥ I’ve to arrange another eye test ASAP, as after the chart test, she said my vision urgently needs correcting. Thanked her and departed… Funny innit, how easy it is to get lost in a maze of corridors going in the opposite direction, that you went through two hours earlier? Hehehe!
I stayed in the snug NHS lift area, as the gal would not be back for a while, and I anticipate she will be late again with the weather she’s coping with. It was a lot warmer in that place to wait.
Took this snap as I fought off falling asleep. I had to move to the front of the building to await the bus as the time was approaching. I sat in the outer lobby, where some chairs were available… But could not stand it for long. So cold, and the two sets of automatic doors forever opening and closing made it worse. So I went inside and I leaned against a corner, leaning near a wall panel heater on the wall.
Half an hour later, the mini-bus arrived. The gal rushed toward me and said; “Sorry, got to go the loo!” She disappeared from view… Returning ten minutes later, saying Phew!
I took this snap as I settled in the minibus. We were soon back at the flats. I insisted she have a choice of nibbles and drinks form the trolley, as she’d done a grand appreciated job for me today. ♥
Going into the foyer, I met three tenants that I’d not seen for ages. Gaynor keeps looking younger each time I see her. Lovely lady. Enjoyed a chin-wag with them. Up to the flat. Despite my not having drunk anything for several hours, the day pouch was already half-full after the emergency emptying at the hospital? Not a good colour either, not for the daytime.
Made a start on this blog layout. I spent about three hours on this, CorelDraw was playing up again, and during the struggle… went down six times
Gave up. I’ll have to get it done in the morrow.
The day pouch was soon filling up after I’d started to drink the water again. But still, a reddish colour that flowed into the pouch!
The Carer arrived, a helpful lad, Didn’t catch his name. Victor, I think. He tightened up the pouch strappings for me. Medications were given. I think it was Victor, but could have been anyone with my lack of short-term memory, who sent me this photo of Sherwood. Yesterday or today’s scene?
I was well weary after the day’s gadabouts. Again, I didn’t feel up to bother with making a proper meal. So, a burger cob and chips it was. BBQ sauce and bread, and a pot of jelly. Taste-Rating: 7.2/10. (I was hungry!)
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Terrible dark night bag!
Only four visits today.
The main bother today was. The urine was still dark.
Took this shot of the 03:30hrs morning view. Back to the Throne.
Day pouch filled up quickly without me having anything to eat yet? Darker than ever now?
A wobbly shot of the moon taken.
Medical items are listed for the nurse.
Tray washed, waste bags amalgamated.
Then found some out-of-date food, so another bag to go.
No idea why I took this one.
Carer Shaquille arrived. Put on the fresh day bag. Medications issued. Treats and off he went, taking the bags with him. Thank you.
Carer Chris arrived doing domestic. Mopped the kitchen with the speedmop, and wet room for me.
Wash and mess made and cleaned up after using the Trotsky-controlled Porcelain Throne.
Mug of tea at long last.
Carer Sam arrived PM. I made an order for Asda for next week. played up doing it, summat rotten!
I missed this shot off, of the third try this morning.
Spent hours getting CorelDraw to perform for me. Managed it, but don’t know how?.
Mistakes Disclosures
Going to sort some food out now. See ya later! I hope!
Morning, I’m backeth with you…
. Tried again… Ah, that was better. Taken to the right.
Too tired to cook owt, so I had a Pork Farms Pork pie, pickled beetroot, and Milk Roll bread… with slices of Flora not-butter, butter. The new recipe Pork Farms pork pies, were pale, fatty, and tasteless. But the beetroots was nice, and the Milk Roll bread with the gorgeous Flora no-butter butter… Great! Taste-Rating: 6.5/10. I still ate it all. Then a brainwave appeared! I’ll put the jelly in a dish and cover it with some of the cream spray. So, I did. Here is the photo taken… I hadn’t noticed it last night, but when I came to uploading it this morning, my Pareidoliaising could see something in the bowl. Can you see it, before reading further?
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↓ Purely by accident, I’d created the face of a curly white-haired dog as I sprayed the cream on? Haha! I wonder if the Tate Gallery would be interested?
I tried a final photo after washing the dishes. again! A bit better, I suppose.
I find it so easy to falter, Often getting into a fluster, Get conned by a fraudster… I’ve already paid the undertaker, Hope he wasn’t another trickster! All my life, I’ve been a bystander, I should have been boulder… Been more of a grandstander? To avoid the many a cold shoulder, I could meet Putin, the genocider? Both dead, we couldn’t kill each other! My real wish is to again meet Grizelda!
On 5th November this year, people across the UK will light bonfires, let off fireworks, and burn effigies of a man named Guy Fawkes. The reason we do this is because it’s the anniversary of the Gunpowder Plot (1605).Also, drunken fights will take place. Cannabis (Marijuana, Pot, and weed will widely be taken. The drug gangs will ensure that the ‘More Virulent’ and costly uppers etc., will be available on the streets. From Glues, gases, and inhalants for the down & outs. Synthetic opioids, pain relievers and anaesthetic-style drugs for the less well-off users. For the average employed yobbo, there will be LSD, Ketamine, Magic Mushrooms, and Methadone stolen from surgeries, addicts and pharmacies. Cocaine, cannabis and ecstasy, along with lethal homemade hooch, to satisfy the better-off students and politicians.The fireworks party will be enjoyed by the scumballs; then, the competing gangs will be battling each other throughout the morning. Last year there were eight knifings and two shootings, one fatal. They will abandon any pool cars, and steal or hijack a fresh one, that will be unknown to the police. A few muggings might round off the evening for them. I went to make a brew. I could see that a bonfire in one garden had spread and set fire to the shed. I took a terribly bad photo of it. I’ll put it on later for you to see.
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05:00hrs: Decent colour to the urine.
I’d been wakened so often overnight with the discomforts. Photo taken as I lay here in the c1966, £300 Oxfam charity shop bought, second-hand, wincingly grotty, beige coloured, crumb-covered from my nocturnal nibblings, itch-making, uncomfortable, positively unhealthy & dangerous, no longer operational, virus-breeding, easy-to-fall-out-of, Catheter-tube-trapping, recliner… coping with the pains as I had done all night from a vicious, obviously upset by something , which covered an even larger part of the back this morning? And as I got up to take the photo, I decided to take an extra Codeine straight away. I’ll ask the carer to rub some Phorpain Gel on my back when she/he arrives. Here I go again, fighting the pain!
I tried to take a decent shot on the balcony. I failed again. Fed up with this! Hehe!
Got the waste bin content into a bag. Did you notice the empty, Cheesy Curl packets? Only four last night…
Made a brew of Glengettie.
Back to the wet room…
Came as I started on the Saturday post updating. He kindly gave me a good dosing with the It’s never hurt before to have the gel rubbed in, but did this time. He got the medications sorted, and we had a mini-natter – which consisted mainly of me moaning. Tsk!
Back to the blog duties, and of course… By the time I got around to putting this on, it was…
The second Carer arrived, I didn’t get her name, but am sure it was Marie, but I’ll not put money on it.
Then a period of determined work on making up some graphics and storing them. CorelDraw was behaving. Much progress was made over the next four hours or so. If only the pains would stop, I’d have actually been on the verge of being practically almost, nearly content!
Took this shot from the kitchen window. It was so Pareidolianiable! Hahaha!
Got the extremity medicationings done. Plus, the eye drops, and painful application of the to .
Made the second mug of tea, permitted. Four… I say, just four bikkies dunked & eaten!
Putting the above answer on, got me thinking about Nottingham’s old trolleybus service. I dug out this photo below, which I took in 1963. The row of Standard Vanguard, and Austin Cambridge black & white taxis against Slab Square. The Council House was in the background. The Vauxhall Victor car, on South Parade, and the West Bridgford number 21 bus, in glorious colours, an AEC Regent Five. The 40 Trolleybus, a Karrier, went from Well Road to Wilford Bride the end of Wilford Road, in the Meadows. Behind the Karrier, is a BUT (British United Transport) trolleybus. BUT was established in 1946 as a joint venture between AEC and Leyland. I actually drove one of these at Sandtoft Trolley Museum years later. This, I think, was the first photo I ever took. Using a camera loaned me by Mr Wright, a neighbour at the time. Who lived with Mrs Wright, his daughter Christine, and Rover, the dog. He worked at the Post Office on King Street. I can remember all these facts without thinking about it… but can I tell you the time and date of the Audio Clinic Appointment, Ropewalk arranged three days ago by my Carer Kara for me? No!
I’m getting absolutely, thoroughly fed up to my two back teeth left, with these visits! Maybe this problem could be part of the reason for the back and stomach pains?
Late afternoon shots from the kitchen. The one below is of the bottom field in front of the flats.
Arrived and did his thing. A cheeky lad, but I like him.
Got the blog finished and posted, and made a start on this one. Then prepping the meal, seasoned the soup again, with the traditional extra-boiled potatoes, and added some liquid smoke and sea salt to warm it up for later. I took these shots of the sky as I washed the cooking pots all bar the saucepan. This one through the kitchen window, it was raining a bit. Then the end car park. The rain stopped for a while and I took this one.
Well, I smell the allure of the aroma from the soup. Off to get the nosh sorted out.
Well, I was in the kitchen checking the superb-smelling soup and sampling some of the spuds from within and noticed what I believed was a fire in a garden. It looked like a bonfire had spread and a shed was on fire! I’m not so sure after loading the photo, though. It came out to be of very poor quality. I still think I might be right? The smoke from the fire can be seen, and I thought some flames were showing? What do you think?
Arrived. He was not a happy laddie. But I tried to cheer him up a smidgeon. I asked him if could ensure that I do not run out of the Phorpain gel while I’m using so much extra now with & both playing up so much. He said Phorpain Gel is not on the NHS prescription list, so he can’t order any. All a mystery to me! Likely it’s all a part of the Mysteries of Woodthorpe Court, with the 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? I’ll have to ask someone to ring the Surgery for me… and see if they can out the gel on the regular prescription.
called and whipped of the in no time. Then he fitted the . He gave the
Phorpain gelled a good rubbing into my back for me. He’s getting clever now, and he has learnt to ignore my rambling grumblings and medical complaints altogether. Knowing full well I’d forget that I said them anyway within minutes of mouthing them. Hehehe!
Eventually, I got the meal prepared the saucepan washed, meal was served up. Taste-Rating: 9.2/10. Nice, very nice!
Mystery Photo. I can’t recall taking this at all, or why?
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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I dreamt you Won the Lottery…
May the unknown emotions, within, waiting… To burst forth, with the verifying… Your coming Lottery win is innervating, So much, you’ll want it reaffirming! What’ll you spend it on? I’m just guessing… A new bathroom for your ablutioning? Pay for your noisy neighbours assassinating? Pay off your Auntie to stop her blackmailing? No need for any more of your burgling! A holiday in Australia, backpacking?
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’!
Oh, yes, that’s what you have been doing! Rishi & wife Murty, have been capitalising. Destroying HMG, the Tories are dying… But, no need for your sighing... Positions of power you can be buying? Purchase a fifteenth home in Pekin?
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – 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.
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – Today went most oddly… Embarrassing, demeritoriously, Medically frustratingly, At the bus stop. Indignity! The Catheter Pouch Calamity! Sorted with great difficulty, The Boot’s man helped me, Given the flu jab, lifted me? For an hour, I spent distantly… Free from life’s reality… During this, I experienced jollity, Then things turned confusingly!. Contented, but bemusingly, Suddenly so knackered, sleepy… The rest of the day lost me… Barely any vague memory… Nothing customarily, or wontedly, Slept for so long, uncommonly… Woke up almost bouncily… Mind & thought, vagariously... Full of self-vilipendency! Yet the day started so decently…
The pouch evacuation was too dark.
Off to the ablutioning & of course… A cut shaving on the cheek that took ages to stop. I was still
in mid-body washing, and Carer Richard arrived. I shouted my apologies through the door and hurriedly got dressed. (This may have been a reason for the later embarrassment at the bus stop?) Richard looked really tired this morning. I tried a natter, and he seemed okay, almost back to his usual self. A lovely lad is Richard. I went back in to check on it. & the Two-Tone-Toes. Hehe!
Sorted the bags.
Booting the computer, I took this view of the morning.
Within an hour, their fourth failing!
The hearing aids were inserted.
I’d got the template made up, and nothing else. But didn’t have the time, as I had to prepare things for the trip to the Boot’s Chemist for the Flu Jab appointment.
Got the clobber on, and checked things needed were done: Bus Pass in pocket – Flat Keys in the pocket, camera in pocket, card for Boots taken. Checked the taps (faucets) and the cooker was not left on or running. A final emptying of my And off!
I got in and into the lift, accompanied by , and thought I’d take a selfie in the reflection of the wall… But no! I’d left the SD card on the computer! Back up after getting to the ground floor, to the 12th, and en route to the flat to get the card, ! against the trolley wheel as I got into the flat door. (Yes, I swore!) Got the SD, and back out again. To and down in the lift. Through the link passage to Winwood Court, then to Winchester Court. And out to the bus stop on the front of Winchester Court.
Three or four other residents were waiting, and I started having a so-much-missed chinwag with them. After about five minutes of enjoyable nattering and listening…
I felt dropping down my leg! Arrgh! The trouble could not be investigated at the bus shelter; it would mean removing my trousers to see if the leg grip had broken. That would mean me going back up to the block and the flat to find out; that was a no-no cause if I did, I’d miss the appointment for the flu jab? Then it got surreal… I could feel that the pouch was well full of urine? How’s that, I thought? I’d emptied it half an hour ago and had purposely not been drinking as I knew I’d be going out? Oh, dearie me!
The bus arrived, and someone helped me get on the bus with . Thank You, Sir!
I Got off at the bottom of Winchester Street with many others; there must have been about eight or nine of us. I walked down with Mary to Mansfield Road. I limped, frequently adjusting the catheter bag, not knowing if I was doing right or wrong, to the Bott’s store with Mary. She got her prescription. She was going to Arnold on another bus.
I booked myself in. I mentioned my problem with the catheter, asking if there was any area I could use to investigate things. She said she’d ask someone. I thanked her and took a seat, as instructed. Constantly fearing the bag would drop further or burst, I sat there fiddling and feeling uncomfortable! A lady arrived with a form for me to fill in before the jab could be done.
Sadly, I could not remember my date of birth – can you believe that? Telephone number or name of my Doctor’s surgery! The lady returned to collect the paper forms. She understood, I think, my problems, departed and returned a few minutes later to ask if they could use my online medical record to find out the details. Naturally, I said yes. This was the lowest point in the day for me… embarrassment +!
A young chap arrived and went into a tin room to have flu-jab given. He asked about the problem with the catheter bag, saying “Just what do want me to do about it?” Fair question! I said, allow me a room somewhere that I can investigate things and empty the catheter?” He said he’d give the jab first, then leave me in the room to look into it. Just knock on the door and I’ll be outside if you need help!” Again Fair Enough”! Couldn’t ask for better, and thanked him. He gave the jab, no bother. Then left me and fetched a container for me to empty the urine into. Very kind! I’d noticed some de-clogger spray while waiting in the shop earlier, and I remembered to buy one.
NOW FOR THE MEMORY BLANK! I can recall leaving the Boot’s store and getting onto Mansfield Road. My next memory was walking up the hill to catch the bus… With a bag of food hanging on the handle of ! I stopped to have a look; it had obviously been bought from the Ozan Food Shop on Mansfield Road, just up from the Bott’s Chemist. There was even a till receipt in the bag. So at least I know I wasn’t shoplifting during my blank period. Haha! I checked to see if my cash card was still in my pocket. Phew, it was. Oddly, I seem to remember buying the jar of beetroot from the shop, for some reason?
This is about the fifth time this has happened, a period of complete memory loss. The last one was about a year ago in Bulwell. I know that one lasted for about an hour. This one I have no idea the length of this one, but know that getting around in the Ozan store takes ages as there are steps I have to tackle at the far end of each aisle.
I seemed to be feeling a smidge perky. Mayhap due to having the flu jab? I made my way to the bus stop and found that the sign said the next bus due was in 1 minute. Great! As I got on the bus, there was Mary sitting in a side-saddle seat. She’s been all the way to Arnold and back.
At the flats, we all alighted. I went last so as not to keep folks waiting.Mary and I trundled along through the link passageways into Winwood Court, the social area. Where a company were giving samples of their ready meals out. We approached hoping for a free treat… but the food had all gone. Tsk! Never mind. Wiltshire Farms, I think it was. Took a of Mary.
Up in the lift with Mary, departed as she got out, and up to the next floor, mine, and into the flat. Checked the pouch, it had not mysteriously filled again. And I could feel the weariness coming on, so suddenly. so was checked.
My purchases from the Ozan store. Shows I must have been aware of what I was buying, even though I couldn’t remember doing so? Large potatoes, beetroot, Frikadellens, tomatoes, pickle, Borchst, seasoning, sausages, all in my mind to get… the can of aubergines must have been an impulse buy? I knew I was about to drain into a tired, watery creature soon, so got the potatoes in the oven straight away. Put the TV on, hoping I’d not nod off while watching it, and viewed, on and of, with the little short kips, two hours of Gordon whatsits Hotel Hell. Then, I got the potatoes out of the oven, scooped out the flesh, into a basin, started to put the shredded Leicester cheese, sea salt and non-butter butter in and gave it a good mashing up!. I spotted the blue mould on the cheese! I picked out what mouldy bits I could find and dished them. Put the four halves back in the oven to brown off. Back to watch some more TV; I was just not up to using the computer now, so tired I was fighting to keep awake, but the thought of the cheesy potatoes being eaten kept me awake with the gorgeous smell coming from the kitchen.
Got the meal prepped. Two Frikadellens in cobs with sliced tomatoes. Four baked potatoes. Beetroots, and a lemon dessert. Flavour Rating: 9.2/10!
Two Carers called, I think it was each time, but I’m not sure. Being woken up twice in the state I was in, wasn’t memory-inducing. Not poorly at all, just so tired out and drained. In the morning, I seemed to recollect the same thing happening after having the last Flu Jab? I think…
The last period with Sweet Morpheus was a deep three hours, without any interruptions from .
I bounded back awake at… 00:30hrs and made a start on this blog update. Feeling Great! Fit! In Fine Fettle!
