Unknown why I took this. I can’t recall taking it.
Morning.
Taken seconds before the tumble. Struggled to get the slippers on. You can see the loose carpet I slipped on seconds later between the slippers.
Waste sorted.
Bootiful!
Food delivery. 4 Frazzles were ordered and charged for, and 2 arrived.
Football Match. Seizure.
Taken to the right. Taken to the left, both from the kitchen.
Still kaki, almost cube-shaped. Had to patch up the compression dressing, then do the usual medicationings, olive oiled the wears, and Germoloided the haemorrhoids. Acne and Barrier creams were applied. Had a struggle to get the PPs on today. And getting the Phorpain Gel on; It was as painful as it had ever been. Talk about making myself jump, which, of course, got the Cartilages playing up. With the compression tackle on the right leg, I can no longer use Phorpain to ease the agony. Hehehe! So, more painkillers were taken. At least getting dressed was not so bad; it was just the long pullover nightshirt. The carer arrived and got the one odd bamboo diabetic sock and slippers on for me.
Fantastic sun rays are coming through the cloud to the right of the balcony. Had the alien invasion started? Hahaha!
Lamburgers with sliced tomatoes in sourdough rolls, & a can of carrots & peas were cooked and served up. A pot of mandarin segments in orange jelly was the day’s dessert.
What a great hue later on! A Pareidoliaising Delight! Heads, eyes, animals, Great!
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I did not put the night pouch on last night, so heap-geep-coloured urine was in the nearly full-day day pouch.
My eyesight seemed pretty decent when I started writing the blog. But it faded quicker than usual.
Carer Maryham arrived, concerned about my looking so pale, and asked about the scar on my chin. I told her what had happened in my usual wit-interposed way. I got a good laugh back, which was my design. Hehehe! Maryham was concerned for me. Which was nice.
I watched a bit of TV for a while, including election results.
The trip to the wet room was a painful one. I thought yesterday’s was, but this was even worse.
!!! The computer froze. Then I got a message telling me things were being auto-mended. It was at it for two hours. I feared this was the end!
The District Nurse arrived. I was unhappy with the ulcer wound’s not healing at all. She also asked about the bruise on my chin, and I launched into a humorous explanation: ‘Ring your doctor!’
The computer was turned off because everything had frozen again. I was at a low ebb now.
Carer Kim came. We went through the same process, but I got a more significant response this time. Kim laughed so much. ‘Ring your doctor!’
. Amazing clouds as I made a brew of tea. Then, the eyes finally got too bad, and I was about to pack up and restart in the morning, and Carer Chris came. He medicated me and had to nip off. He was busy but looked so tired. Bless him. I got some potatoes in the oven and then closed down the computer. Boy, was I tired! For some reason, as I was cooking, my mind went back to Rationing. Many years ago, when I was on a fishing holiday with Bill, Malcolm and Jock, we had just arrived at Lockerbie in Scotland. I was backing the van into the car park, and Bill, a butcher, said out of the blue, “I wish they would bring rationing back; I made a fortune with all the fiddles…” It’s funny how I can recall this clearly, but I’d forgotten what I had planned earlier to have for my meal tonight. I think it was lamb burgers, but I found a short-dated vegan pie and had that. I forgot to add the garden peas. The potatoes were grand, but the vegan pie was not so good, although the gravy was absolutely delicious!
Cleaned the pots and back to the £300 second-hand shop bought, c1966 made. Moth-eaten, bedraggled, grotty, cringingly-beige-coloured, much-dilapidated, crumb-containing from my nocturnal nibblings, bug-ridden, itch-inspiring, not working recliner. And spotted the scene outside of the sunset. I thought I’d nip onto the balcony and take a Kodak Tim of it, which I did. Lens blotches included.
It was well past midnight before he let me into his world, a world that I was forced torn from by one of the longest-ever leg climbing I’ve had since they started three months or so ago. After which the ulcer emitted short, sharp, shocks, every ten-minutes it felt like, for the rest of the night. had returned with a certain degree of nastiness and persistence.
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0410hrs: I got up early because I couldn’t sleep. Well, I did, for ,and even were taking turns in taking me up. So I got up. Grumblingly! But the last three days have taught me something. Well, a few things. ) 1) My eyes are not so bad in the morning but slowly worsen as the day develops. 2) I have to get up early to complete the ablutions, and I struggle with the evacuation. 3) To get my balance exercises done. 4) I seem to get most of the worrying s in the afternoons. And number 5) For the last two days, I’ve developed a new brand of episodes, especially today. Dennis used to affect me all over, including prompting … this version, affects only the top of my head, which is puzzling me. It came on at least a dozen times today, but they are always in the morning? Was here when I had three of them! , one, she said I went white for a moment or two. They have not been lasting long, though. Haven’t come up with a name for them yet, but I will do. Luckily, I got up early because I was not much use by the afternoon. I ended up getting into bed again, but no sooner had I nodded off I was woken up again as arrived. A nice lad. I finished the introductory graphics as soon as I finished doing the ablutions. I took some photos but not many; everything was taking too long with the eyes worsening. The were doing a good job. Naturally, joined in the pain-giving. I’m waffling again…
Lovely light colour this morning. Wet room duties. I’ve misplaced the underarm ointment the doctor gave me. The Hi-Pressure Compression padding is holding up well. After tooth cleaning (I spent more time trying to find the few I have left than cleaning them, Haha!), washing & shaving. Could I find the alert wristbands and panic alarm I’d taken off an hour and a half earlier when I entered the wet room? No! Well, not until I gave up searching and saw that I’d hung them over the handle of I did feel like a proper fool!
I got on the computer after taking the above snap… I can’t remember why I took it, or even taking it, but it was on the SD card when I got to putting them on the computer.
Carer Kara arrived and looked after me kindly and efficiently. She got one diabetic sock on my left leg, and the right leg did not need a sock, as it had Heavy Compression Bandaging. Medications were given, and she said she’d be back later. ♥
My eyes worsened when Carer Kim ♥ arrived to do a domestic stint. She mopped the kitchen wet room and hoovered around for me.
I’d finished the top graphics, and Carer Kara returned to do the financial business. She is good at it. I had no idea what was going on as she checked the emails and letter from the bank. She’s like lighting, and with my eyes failing, I could not follow her. She told me nothing to worry about. Then she went to the bank site to check things on that. The same result, bless her. She checked the catheter bag for me.
I made a small meal.
Belatedly, I sorted the waste bags
Then I had to stop on the computer. My eyes were bad, and a tiredness of almost viciousness forced me onto the bed. But sleep was denied yet again. The dressing gown was delivered. As I was climbing into the bed, arrived. He issued the medications, and I let him pick some nibbles and drinkie of his choice. I put on the new lightweight dressing gown. I posed, asking Israel to take a photo of his overweight, bald, apparently one-legged, deaf, vision suffering, rotten teethed, Colin Cramp-Ridden, Vascular Dementia suffering, Cartilage pained, deaf, Reflux Rogered, Duodenal Donald Ulcered, Bleeding Haemorrhoided, Fungal Lesion Bleeding, coping with Cognitive Impairment Iris, client, with his Boil-on-bum, to take a photo. Which the lad did for me. I took a snap of him with his permission. A nice, friendly bloke.
Took a photo of the rain.
I got back on this blog, but not for long. There were mistake after error, and my eyes were not good. Back to bed, I thought… I stopped to take this shot of the night sky first.
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Only one today. Phew!
Picked up early to the procedure.
Lifted back, nurses arrived to put a different compression bandaging on the leg.
, although all mini ones were helping me get ever more confused. The Carers said nothing, but I knew.
Then the eyes grew worse, and I packed up computing, too much of a struggle with the eyes fading again. Going to get something to eat. Back in the morning, folks.
Good Morning!
I’m back, well, I think I am. Now, where was I? Oh, yes, getting the food prepared. And on this occasion, devouring it all! This is a ready-made, just-warm-it-up job: pulled BBQ pork and potato mash. I shelled some pod peas to eat raw with it, baked a potato, halved it, and lathered it in Flora’s creamy alternative to dairy, Non-Butter butter. It’s a wonderfully tasty meal.
Nodded off to sleep, waiting for the football match to start. And Carer Christopher arrived. I just love that yellow Bob-Cap of his. We did his health checks, and he did them himself. I’m becoming redundant here! Haha! Christopher’s BP result was a good one. Slightly Raised. Only just a tiny bit out of the green section. No Worry. The Austria v Türkiye match had everything in it: rain storms, sweat, determination, action, and a result that I could live with; a Türkiye win! The Türkiye team had put in such effort that most men collapsed when the final whistle sounded. Boy, did they deserve it, too! Carer Christopher arrived on his last call. He medicated me and shot off home. I couldn’t blame him!
No getting in the bed tonight. The pains of the day had worn me out. I fell asleep with the TV still on, and only woke up a few times when shot up my leg from the ankle wound. I soon nodded off again after each rude awakening. – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – Cheers!
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Carer first call, we managed a laugh and a quick natter
Here are the pictures. A brighter-looking catheter bag first thing.
There is no sunshine at mid-morning; it seems to be getting darker already. Does this have anything to do with tonight’s England match against Slovakia? I’m typing this as the match is on. England’s performance in this half was dismal. The ref booked three England players in the first half. The Slovaks scored early on. The second half had just started. A goal was disallowed for England, and another English player was booked, but the ref finally booked an opposition player. Dirty tackles got away with, and the referee likely got a good backhander out of this. Captain Kane just missed a sitter! I think they plating better after the substitution. Another goal opportunity missed by England hit the post. England doing better now. More Slovak substitutions. England substitution, Toney comes on. Bellingham Scores For England with an overhead kick. What a goal! 1-1 now! Right at the end of the game, while they were in injury time! So, 30 minutes of extra time are coming now! I’m trying not to get excited. Hope is swelling in my stomach after the earlier England match results, but I do not have faith.
I can’t stop to make a meal now. I nipped into the kitchen to prepare lamb burgers and potato chunks that would cook in half an hour. I put them in the oven. I hastily returned to the TV and computer and found I’d missed a second England goal! A Kane header.
2nd half of extra time, Slovakia playing well again, threatening, winning more balls, and scaring me.
The Slovak players are booked. They are dirty tacklers, and I’m surprised at the degree of leniency. Or am I? Slovacs is still on the attack. They get a free kick from their friendly referee. Slovakia gets another free kick. They are pressing hard; I’m unsure if England has been in the opposition half yet. Another Slovak is booked. This is tense stuff! Slovak corner. Hit the post. England is under pressure. Another Slovak attack. England breaks, a damp squib! Save by England’s goalie.
The Whistle! England Win! But what a struggle to get through.
The weekend Carers 2nd call arrived. Nibbles and drinkie. He is on his way home now.
Rescued by Carer Chris photo. I do no know which day this was made, but I wish I had some spuds to reproduce it.
I’m still working on the blog, but it’s slow work, and my eyes are getting blurry and I’m having double vision again.
I’ll have to pack in blogging soon, with the state of my vision.
Looking bleak early on in the day?
I went to check the food in the oven. It’s still dark out there. The food is not ready because I put it on too low a heat. I’ll get summat to eat in a bit.
Lamb burgers and potatoes well burnt! But that’s how I like them! Hehe!.
After the meal, I put the pots in the sink to soak and went back to the TV to watch a film. Zzz! – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
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Grammarly repeatedly came to the rescue. But it missed one error, two lines up: “I’d hate to moss that off.”
The attention of , have really made me steel my pain resistance skills. (I failed). Codeines overtaken. Which is probably another reason for my desire to nod off?
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Almost crippled me with pain today.
Too many followed.
I got a little done but eventually got the above items on.
First-day pouch emptying result.
Balcony view.
Everything bar the pork pie tasted horrible.
Carers Christopher, Joanne, and Israel called. I was, at times, in so much pain that I forgot things before I said them. Joke!
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I’d just finished the Health graphic. I recall realising that I’d made a cock-up on it… Seemingly, the next moment, I was sitting talking to Carer Joanne, who was talking to me, but I had no idea what it was about. So it must have been hours later.
When she departed, after medicating me. During this period, I was, for some silly reason, surprised at the pain I was in?
Then, I simply sort of drifted back into the freeze.
I’m not sure the Doctor believes me about these drift-offs I keep getting. These are part of the same problem the elderly lady had, whom I chatted with at the Audio Clinic last year. She told me it was two years before they recognised she had FND.
These are all photos that Carer Chris rescued for me. I don’t know when they were taken, apart from the Pidgeon one I took months ago when I went to the Diabetic Clinic, but I couldn’t hear or see enough to gain any help or knowledge.
Probably taken from the kitchen window.
I’m unsure if I may have retaken this one without the SD card in and published it in the blog earlier.
I was standing on the old bridge to the railway and now the tram station. Feeding the little mites.
I may have made yet another cock-up here. I could possibly have copied and used this one ages ago. I think I did!
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Ensured any sleep would not last for over 5 minutes, as she electrocuted me repeatedly all night. I soon nodded back off, though. It got a little persistent a couple of times, and I went to take a Kodak Tim night shot.
Then, an hour or so later...
Another.
It’s been one of my worst nights of sleep all year… so far! But I’m not complaining… well, yes I am. It was definitely one of my worst nights so far this year. I was thinking of going back on the beer. But knew that would make me feel more confused & queer.
I hobbled to the wet room, which took me longer than I thought. The ankle lesions and ulcers were giving me some grief, accompanied by regular electric shocks up the leg. Cartilage Chloe gave way a couple of times when I started limping, but she didn’t have me over this time. I knew this was going to be a painful day.
I swear it was slower and more painful than yesterday’s double torpedo evacuation was. A deeper shade poo in the basin, when flushed, stubbornly refused to go down to the sewer. Luckily, with my record of going between Constipation Conrad and Trotsky Terence so often, I keep some bamboo sticks to break it up in the wetroom, along with the speed-mop had it been Trotsys Terence’s turn, to tackle the excrement problems. It worked a treat; with a second twist of the handle and a loud regurgitating noise, it disappeared. Gorrit!
The Asda delivery arrived.
A pleasant driver put the food into my bags for me. That was a kind gesture, and I appreciated it very much. Thank you, driver! Four items were unavailable, and two had increased in price.
I started sorting out the products. My gorgeous lemon tartlets, bicarbonate of soda, milk, and Milk Roll sliced bread.
Lemon mousse, lemon yoghourts, No-Butter Butter (I think this tastes so delicious), meat pies, Lamb Patties (Carer Chris loves these), and Mūllers Lemon & Cream desserts.
Lamb-burgers (Richard likes these). And some potato chunks. There was room for more after getting the fresh stuff in the fridge! Rare, that is.
I put some drinks in the fridge so the Carers and nurses can have a cold in this warm weather. I sorted the waste bags into one and placed them near the front door.
Carer Richard arrived.
Telling me off for calling Putin. Pointing out the things the West have done over the years. Hehehe! After he’d gone, I got on the computer and soon felt a warm, wet liquid running into my slippers. The plaster the nurse put on yesterday was leaking bodily fluids. The burn and ulcer were leaking again. Humph!
I dried it as much as I could. It was difficult bending down so far, and Dizzy Dennis paid a visit. I cut some bandages from the roll, hoping to seal the leak, and thought I’d put them over the sterile pad. Of course, I used tape to hold them in place. After ten minutes on the computer, the whole thing fell off the ankle and leg! I just put more tape on it, but it didn’t help. Still, a nurse is coming back on Friday.
Carer Kara called next, with Trainee Carer Sham. It was the Financial call she was making at the same time. She gave me medications and applied cream under my arms and man breasts. Haha! Kara also saved the day over the lost catheter tube end. She took one off of the spare too-long day catheter and put it on to this day catheter. Then, Kara helped me with the three problems I’d been whittling over with messages and emails. I couldn’t follow what she was doing, but it only took ten minutes from start to finish; three worries were solved. Greattt!
I’d better get some nosh made, then. I’ll take a Kodak Tim shot of the view first. Then, I can concentrate on the cooking and not burn myself. Maybe…
Two baked potatoes were halved with added non-butter butter, black pepper, and sea salt. Milk Roll sliced bread, sufficient to use one for each vegetarian sausage, to be wrapped in and dunked in the tomato sauce with pickle, pot. (Am I making you puke or hungry?) A pot of lemon mousse to follow. I even considered having some salt & vinegar crisps afterwards, but of course, my dedication to the doctor’s list of what to not eat is, as you know, sacrosanct to me, so I didn’t have any . Well… I only had one tub. (Ahem!)
After washing the pots, I swiftly hit the sack and drifted off into what I thought was a deep sleep. When Carer Israel woke me up, I knew it had to be a deep sleep because I hadn’t been woken by the door chime. And was only half aware of events or happenings. I recall feeling guilty and telling Israel to pick a nibble and drinkie as he left.
Zzzz! Back into the land of nod within seconds of Israel leaving. But it was not the deep sleep I love so much but rarely get; it was back to shooting awake every few minutes, reminded of my failings, ailments, Whoopsiedangleplops, mistakes, errors, and so on that I’ve done over so many years by . He was so persistent and almost nasty with it that I got up and meandered around the flat, half-asleep. But discovered in the morning that I’d taken these Kodak Tims. Although they seem a little light, I presume I may have taken them earlier in the day. His disturbing fault-finding onslaught continued within minutes of my getting back to sleep. But, of course, it wasn’t Steve at all. It was mind-immigrants and an extension of their mind-control techniques, which I assume indicates that I was doing it all the time. I didn’t realise I could be so cruel to myself. I am not to others.
I only got two. – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – May any darknesses you have turn to heliotrope!
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0545 hrs: I stirred, realising I was not lying in bed (I can be quick sometimes, Hehe!).. Itonly brought back last night’s farcical, demented, horrible series of calamities and Whoopsiedangleploppery to mind.
I offered up a quick prayer for things to get better today. The plea was not directed at any God, Devil, Witch, Oligarch, Compassionate alien, Sorcerer, Wizard, Soothsayer, or medical practitioner who could help me.
THE WET ROOM FARCE:There was not much hope or effort put into the plead for help, but it was something to do while I was sitting on the Porcelain Throne, awaiting Constipation Conrad to release the first of the morning’s two torpedoes. He fooled me completely this time. The first grindingly slow concrete submarine edged its way painfully out and plonked, with a clunk, into the WC waters. Relief flooded over me! A smile was almost coming over my face in thanks for completing the task at last and me getting rid of the associated pains!
However, a second missile assault developed that almost shot itself out of my rear end. It was quick, but I wasn’t prepared for the extra shot of pain it brought on. Tears developed. True!
When I saw the blood everywhere, I grabbed onto and I stood up. It was almost a major operation getting everything cleaned up and medicated! Both cartilages, the ankle ulcer and even Arthur Itis, kicked off simultaneously.
This made me nervous. I was in the wet room, so I decided to get the ablutions done immediately. One cut shaving, no shower, and teggies were done. Next, medicating various parts was needed, which went reasonably well. Even the shaving cut was soon stopped. Then, the real challenge: getting into the Protection pants!
It was easier to lift my right foot through the leg hole. It hurt, but I laughed it off, knowing the left one would be the most painful. I was right, too. But I didn’t think I was going to take a tumble. I was wrong on that, too! I tried resting the bum in the corner behind the door. This usually helps. (I was wrong about it this time), I used Picker-Upperer-Petal to move the PPs out so I could lift the left foot with the right hand to get it in the pants left hole… are you following this? Hehe! During this, I noticed that the urine flowing from the Bladder to the Pouch looked awfully red. That was my mistake, taking my mind off of the challenge. I can’t explain how I managed to take the tumble, landing against the shower chair. I limped to the recliner on all fours, making the ulcer leak more and hurting the ingrowing toenails and cartilage. Chloe and Carole protested the only way they knew how to… giving me such pain that only agony would fit it.
Getting back on my feet was probably more painful than all the other incidents. Yes, it was!
I painfully put on the dressing gown and slippers. I was pondering whether I should have a brew of tea or not when ‘Oh Susan’ chimed from the door chime.
Carer Richard arrived. He didn’t particularly like the state of Leg-Ulcer-Ulrich or the red and, as he put it, under the man- breasts. Hahaha! He told me not to wear a dressing gown, so I wore a tee shirt. It’s not the prettiest view for anyone calling on me. Bearing the catheter’s paraphernalia. He asked if I had any pyjama bottoms to put on. I was surprised he’d forgotten I can’t get trousers, socks or shoes on or off without help nowadays. He left a note on the whiteboard for someone to call the Doctor and District Nurses about the ulcer and ankle blotches later.
came with a new Carer, Sash, I think her name was. No, it was Sham. Kara was training up the new gal. She checked the catheter and called the Doctors about the red patches underarm and, as Richard said, Men-Boobs. Hahaha! She said I am to keep on with the Terbinafine cream for the arms and titties. Then she looked at the leg swelling, ulcers, and new growths. Then she called the District Nurse’s place. They will be sending a Community Nurse to look at them later on.
A few PN electric shocks joined the ulcers and swellings, bothering me. It’s an excellent job that the Cartilages have both calmed down somewhat. I may well regret saying that, of course.
Carer Christopher arrived. He gave me some Peptac and a painkiller and looked at the state of the legs with the dressing now on the ulcer. And got carried away with Kodak Timing them all.
Chris noted that new growth was coming up in the left leg.
Then, that the padded plaster was not sealed and was leaking fluids. He soon put that right for me as well. I think he just enjoyed giving me pain, Hehe!
Were increasing in frequency now. Chris put some ointment on the Man-Breasts and underneath each of my arms. He’s a good lad! And he likes his treats, too. I gave him his choice of a cold drinkie from the fridge, and his pockets secured some nibbles.
I’d better get some food sorted before the England match on TV. I’ll be back later, probably in the morning.
Good Morning! I got it wrong again. The England match is tomorrow (tonight). But no! A double cock-up from Inchie! I got the dates wrong again. And the Doctor told me my getting Arithmaphobia is not the end of the world! England’s match was on, and apart from not realising it, I also slept through and missed the other matches! Grumph! Grump! Gragnagles!
MEAL COCK-UP! I thought I ought to have some of the Air Fry crinkle chips I ordered in error months ago to make room in the freezer. So I did. I threw the rest of them away afterwards. Amazingly, some tasted okay, and others were too hard to cope with my lack of teeth. Then it dawned on me… I’d cooked them in the oven! It could happen to anyone, of course. But the odds of it being me must be very short!
I took this evening’s view, complete with blotches. Slightly miffed with myself.
I nodded off into sweet, Thought-Storming-free, precious oblivion. Although were not letting up, particularly the right ankle with the burst ulcer on it, Carer Chris did the last call. Chris seemed keen to get home, bless him, and not to disturb me too much. So he sorted me out in the darkness and put some tape on the wadding on the ulcer that had already come off and leaked the fluid all over my foot during the kip.
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – I couldn’t see one of them! – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – I have never faced such difficulties in finding words to start an introduction for the blog before. In a way, I’ve been acting like Jeckle & Hyde and Steptoe & Son, struggling to communicate with myself. My moods were ever-changing, going into reverse modes and back again into sort of semi-contented ones. My fears would rise, and minutes later, nothing mattered. Then, I’d sink back into a self-pity mode again. It has to be a record for me today; I went into so many Mind-Blanks, or maybe they were what the doctor calls them, Non-Epilectic Seizures, I’ve ever had before. Accompanied by Memory blanks, some of them unbelievable, even to me. I had to keep checking what date it was; I forgot if a Carer had been or not. As for where the utilities needed were on CorelDraw, everything was taking me so long and still coming out wrongly. Even doing the graphics for this blog, I saved them all to different folders, and I spent hours trying to trace them, I ended up thinking it would be quicker to do them all again. Which was a big mistake; it wasn’t any quicker at all, the opposite, in fact! Up until around 19:00 hrs, the day seemed to reek of the absurd, bizarre, inexplicable, unexplainable, asinine, and undefinable. When I realised my cock-up with saving the files in the middle of trying to sort them out… CorelDraw Crashed! And all these farces to both legs being so painful, Cartilage Chloe in the left, and the ankle ulcer now pouring out liquid from when I dropped the oven tray on it, this was not a good day. After many trials and tribulations, I finally got around to doing my ablutions. Apart from not being able to stop the bleeding, shaving cuts (4). After completing the ablutions and medication duties, the only nasty bit was when I was trying to get the Protection Pants on. With both legs in a delicate situation, I lost my balance a few times and acquired some new bruises on the left leg, the cheek, and the right knuckles. But I didn’t go over; I hit the shower chair, door and sink instead.
Now, this does not explain how, but I got the dressing gown on and went back to the computer. I was at the stage of starting to write this intro. My mind was blank for a few minutes. Then it was as if I’d taken a wonder drug, and the mind seemed to clear. This (having read it now) I think it reads spot on as to what happened. Of course, things have been changing all day, so I hope to keep at it before the dark, dank depression develops. And another miracle, as of this time, the double vision had started earlier than this each day for a week or more, but not today. Not that I’m missing them… this may be a part of my sudden enlivenment? Or not. I do so wish the doctor would read my blog… maybe not, though. She might have me collected by the men in white coats. The only other thing that got to me was Kodak Tim blanks. I’ll explain this later in the blog. I don’t want to upset myself now I’m feeling better. Huh, did I speak again! The bloody leg and have just started! And they are really giving the damaged ulcer what for! Big mouth! Really struggling to walk now, See what I mean? Up& Down! – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
05:10hrs: I sprang awake. In need of the Porcelain Throne. Emptied the catheter pouch and off to the wet room. Where was I flabbergasted to see blood in the bag? Seconds later, it soon returned to a normal dark colour. This baffled me. I’ll keep my eye on it. If it happens again, I’ll not mess about this time; I’ll call for an ambulance. There was no real problem with the evacuation, though. It was normal for Trotsky Terence. He’s back with a vengeance. Cleaning up took a while. Carer Maryham arrived and got me sorted out. Bless her. She was just finishing the extra shift she was called in for. I hope she can get some rest now after helping out. It’s been a blessing this week when she’s called. I was committed to finishing yesterday’s blog and made an early start. I’ve explained my situation. Things just got more messy as the day went on. Carer Joanne did the midday call. I like her—she’s straight-natured and not pushy. We sure do have some good laughs with language. Hehehe!
It was well into the afternoon before I completed the Saturday blog. I posted it and emailed the links. Took this snap of the view on offer. Kodak worked! After hours of preparing the graphics for today, I felt a little proud of how well I was doing, but then I found the mess I’d made when saving the files. I’d been working on a caveman graphic and was so glad this one wasn’t lost. I plan to do more on it and make a few changes. The teatime Caregiver arrived. I don’t know his name unless it was Israel. The eyes were beginning to fade a stage and offer double vision. Ah, yes, it was Israel! He’s grown a moustache! I took a snap of him, and later on, it was on the SD card! Then I took his BP. Resulting in: SYS 119-DIA 132-Pulse 69-Temp35.5°. A good one. ‘Give Me Sunshine’, and out came the sun! Kodak Tim seemed to have gotten over his tiff for the moment. However, the snaps still have the blotches. The sun was very high in the sky. (Where else would you expect to find it? Haha!)
One of the shaving cuts didn’t want to stop bleeding. I dolloped on some more of the Brute aftershave. It stung a bit, but it seems to have stopped now. At least I smelt a bit sweeter afterwards. Hehe!
Carer Richard arrived as I was about to sort the meal out. His back was playing up a bit. I put some drinks in the fridge for him in the morning, which was nice and cool for him.
Preparing the Meal… I removed the dodgy Asda potato cubes, and got the few left into the oven. Shelled the pod peas. I watched some TV, football, I think. Well, it was on when I fell asleep, and another match was on when I woke up. Luckily, I’d put the oven on too low a heat. So, nothing burnt. Shortcrust pastry pastie. (Try saying that when you’ve had a few, Hahaha!), fresh pod peas, tomatoes and baked potato cubes. A Reet Treat!
I got the pots washed, and as I was doing so, I felt a warm, wet sensation in the lower regions; it was Little Inchies Fungal Lesion bleeding. I went to the wet room, washed, and applied the Daktarin. While there, I cleansed the skin and applied the new Barrier cream to the ginormously flabby, wobbly belly folds and underneath the armpits. I then needed to utilise the WC. What a flipping change this time! Trotsky was losing his dominance. It’ll be interesting on the morning visit. I decided against taking any anti-diarrhorea capsules. But did give both of the Cartilages and Arthur Itis knees a good rub-in Of the Phorpain™ Gel. My rear end was blessedly washed and medicated with the soothing Germoloids™ ointment.
Back to the computer to save everything to date, then put it in sleep mode.
Before climbing into bed… Yes, it’s not easy, but once in and adjusted, Sweet Morpheus is usually satisfied. The nocturnal catheter pouch was positioned, and then the regular frustrating routine began: Did I turn the taps (faucets) off? And close the fridge door? Turn off the cooker? Close the windows? Leave the lights on? I hate it when this doubting comes! I had no choice but to struggle out of the bed, get upright, carry the night pouch, get the walking stick, and do a mini-tour checking everything was safe and sound. Then, I struggled again to get into the bed! I reset the nocturnal catheter pouch, and as I settled again, I heard a noise from the kitchen – at least, I think it was from there. It must have been loud, else I would not have heard it! : I found that the washing-up bowl I dried after using had slipped off of the trolley I’d left it on. Hitting some spring water bottles on the floor, which had rolled around the kitchenette floor, with one of them bursting open! Arghhh! Naturally, to make more mess, it was only the bottle that was carbonated! So, I ended up retrieving the bottles and bowl and mopping the floor while carrying the Nocturnal catheter pouch, and the walking stick, gave way while I was doing this! My language was extremely volatile. It must have taken me two hours to get the kitchen back into a mock-acceptable state. My ingrowing toenails, knees, Harold’s Haemmorhoids, the ankle ulcer, and Little Inchies Fungal Lesion were all hurting.
I did take this Kodak of the night view earlier but forgot to put it on. Sorry about that.
By the time I wearily got back to the bed; then I faced climbing into it again—I was tired out, frustrated, and in a self-hating mode. I decided not to attempt the bed again, and I was convinced something else was going to disturb me, I plopped my rhinoceros-like body into the £300 second-hand shop bought, c1966. moth-eaten, bedraggled, grotty, cringingly-beige-coloured, much-dilapidated, crumb-containing from my nocturnal nibblings, bug-ridden, itch-inspiring, not working recliner. I’d left the small picker-upperer on the chair! I don’t need to tell you how painful it was or where it struck. On top of all the other ailments playing up after the workout in the kitchen. Once again, it was back to the medicine cabinet in the wet room. Cleaned the rear end up and applied some Daktacort this time. Back into the c1966, £300 pound, second-hand charity-shop bought, crumb-containing, odour-retaining, Harold’s Haemorrhoid-testing, nauseatingly beige-coloured, non-working, virus-breeding recliner. Initially, prevented any thought of getting to sleep. This was probably due to the joy and ebullient nature that must have been in, after her success at making my life hell! Well, as miserable as she can.
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – The answer is revealed near the bottom. I often unintentionally reveal things from this area. It’s the catheter & protection pants, you know! Hehehe!
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – This shot on the right is of a freshly bathed, medicated, shaved, and totally confused, Mentally disturbed, depressed, discouraged, disheartened, downcast, demoralised, distressed, disconcerted, dimwit, Inchy, with much help from . This was taken on Friday morning. Maryam could not have arrived at a better time to drag me out of my sinking lower mood. Her help, kindness, timing and patience were much appreciated, as she helped me finish shaving, getting the new PPs and dressing gown on. That was so good of her. She then got the diabetic socks on my legs (Well, we thought that was the best place for them, Hehehe!) and issued the medications for me. Bless Her! I’m writing this early cause I may forget later when the brain sags and keys fade. A glossy hue?
A morning view.
Took an anti diarrhoea capsule.
Later shot from the kitchen.
Carer Maryham.
First of the two mugs allowed. Thompson’s Punjana tea, this time.
Afternoon cloud views.
Urine lighter. I wasn’t drinking it, you understand.
A late shot of the sun downing.
I’d just taken the tray of potatoes out of the oven, using the new oven gloves to be on the safe side, of course. They seem to be made of rubber, although Carer Kara said that’s how they are nowadays. Anyway, I had two ailments attack at the same time, and as Cartilage Chloe gave way, a short Peripheral Neuropathy Pete’s right leg wobbled away. Apart from the pain, I dropped the oven tray, and it went down my now steadied right leg, causing more pain for Arthur Itis and from Cartilage Carole. It rested on the lower shin, long enough to have taken off Vascular Vanessa’s shell and burnt off a patch of skin! I later discovered another burnt finger. (That’s three now this week!) I’m not sure how I got that one.
The food had gone a little cold, but I didn’t want to warm it up because I’d already burned it before taking it out of the oven. Then it would have been too hard for my poor few rotting teeth left to use. Which reminds me, I must take a Codeine with so many things paining me at the same time now. Hehe! Still, I did quite enjoy it.
I had the second and last brew of the day. Glengettie this one.
An extra competition is called for. This one reminded me of an old black-and-white Police TV series that ran for donkey years, well into colour TV times. Can you guess what it was?
Here’s a clue, the only one you’ll need if you’re getting on a bit like wot I am: The starting and ending we heard were… Go On Then, Another clue: – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
