I’m dejected, depressed, despondent, downcast downhearted, demoralised, in the doldrums and discouraged. Why? I’ll tell yers! The Red-Eye is redder. The Urine is darker. Cartilages Chloe & Carole are so painful and have given way a few times on me already. The Mystery rib pains are back again. I cut myself four times shaving. Neuropathy Pete has had two unintentional leg dances before 06:00hrs! Clouted my Cartilage in Chloe’s knee both times. The Cathy Cateter contraption seems to work when only it wants to, having no bearing on how much I’m drinking or not. When I’d finished shaving and taken off the PPs, the blood from overnight had encrusted on the Catheter tube, my testicles, thighs and the protection pants. I’ve never had this so bad before. But, naturally, a man of my pain-bearing capabilities and heroic nature, did not cry out and swear, or nearly lose my balance as I started to clean things up, or spit on the floor!
Throughout the day, as of up to 15:00hrs which it is now, I’ve had three leg dances, a minor tumble, and now, had to when she kicked off for at least an hour of non-stop jiggling in an effort to dislodge the shoulder socket. Which, in turn, caused so many mistakes on the computer, I had to stop using it until Shirley had settled. Yet, I’m not complaining, for today there were two moments of sheer joy; admittedly, the second one didn’t last long, but still, every minor victory helps.
I’ve paid two visits to the , and they were both as near to normal as they have ever been in many a month of Sundays. Nice, not messy!
I realised that I had a cottage pie in the fridge, and planned to have some beetroot with it later on. I didn’t, because when Carer Richard arrived on his first call, the use-by date was yesterday! Humph!.
Now, the computer is playing up again. I’m not taking any chances, I’ll get the photos on quick before it goes down again…
Oh, heck, that’s dark!
Morning views. Again, not very good.
Into the wet room to get the ablutions done.
A bloody shaving session today.
The JS Delivery arrived. I got some of the apple & mint drinks in again; they were popular with the carers & nurses. Got the bread in the freezer, so as not to need an order Christmas week at all.
Stocked up the treats shelves.
The mudslide returned.
Flowers for the wardens are an early Christmas treat. I hope not to order anything again this year. Deana could not get to fetch them but will do so in the morning. I hope they last.
The carers’ and nurses’ nibble was box filled up.My nibbles.
Sod-dit, not feeling well again. I’ll get some food and a sit-down. A lot of concentration and effort went into creating this simple sausage and potato meal, with Milk Roll bread. Flavour Rating: 7/10. The dessert… Flavour Rating 8.2/10.
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – At last, a slower day for Inchy. Of course, that does not mean a lot, considering the previous two hectic days suffered. There were a few moments, well, incidents that nearly got me in a semi-panic, though. The new used ex-hospital bed unexpectedly arrived so soon via Red Cross UK this afternoon. gave way again. She’s getting cunning nowadays… gone are the sharp pre-warning pains that used to give me a chance to get some support held on to. Now, she just collapses. Little Madam! The cough is developing into a bit of a rasper. However, I decided to have a go at making some baked cheesy potatoes. They are in the oven now as I type this blog… hello, I can hear an alarm going off. I’d better check on it… Nope, I can’t hear anything now. I’ve checked the flood alarm, and it’s not my flat fire alarm; that would be very loud, and I can’t even fail to hear that one when it activates. Anuvver quickie.
It’s a decent colour this morning.
Off to get the done.
The legs looked much improved. A bloodless shave! That was done with the feet in a bowl with Dettol and baking soda in it. It was a stand-up wash, but the feet were out of my range to get at. Messy! I had a seat on the Porcelain’s plastic lid. Personal Medications carried out. (Ouch!) Creamed the Excema and acne. Is that a bit of red eye, I see, now?
Snap from the kitchenette window.
Waste bags sorted.
The new second-hand used bed. I was taking this photo when it rang out from the front door. A chap walked in from the Red Cross, the people who kindly delivered the bed for me with a no-fall bar to be fitted to the bed. They have sent one for a different bed to this one. It would not work. He said he’d tell them to see if he could get a bar fitted later for me. It can’t be helped.
Getting lighter now, much later than usual. I have no idea why, but then again, having no idea, being confused, or not knowing what I was doing or going to do minutes earlier after getting a visitor or a topic subject changes is perfectly normal for me.
At long last, I got the computer on… Within an hour of no blogging done… arrived. I eventually got a signal that stayed on for more than three minutes. Two hours and a lot of lost work later, the Liberty-Global total had risen to I was infuriated and pissed off, and the signal suddenly stayed on. Well, for a while. At least. But my confidence was lacking.
I got the largest of the baking potatoes from the pack. It was a whopper! I heated the oven, and my taste buds tingled at the thought of having some cheesy baked spuds! Of course, I returned to the computer and forgot all about the potato that was slowly being incinerated in the oven.
Now, this confused me greatly. I’ve been in full command of all evacuations for at least two weeks and have been taking the above capsules daily. The bubbling and agitations within the bowels continued, but not the faintest sign of any movement? I gave it plenty of time. I even counted the cracks in the ceiling and had a go at the crossword puzzle, but nothing came out, not even any wind! Yet I still have the sensation from within, all the usual signs, rumbling, grumblings and pressure from the innards, forewarning me of a rear-end tsunami being imminent.
Came, and I gave up on computing altogether.
I got the well-baked potato out of the oven, the veg chopping board out, a sharp knife, fork and strong spoon, and the spud halved. No cuts! Then, I sliced the flesh into two halves, husks, left putting the Germolene on the burnt fingers cause I knew there was more to burn. Then, I added some Squid sea salt. Spirit vinegar and a smidgeon of. Black pepper. A hefty load of Leicester Red shredded cheese and bashed it all together as best That I could, for about twenty minutes, it felt like. Probably nearer five, though. Served up the nosh!It’s not the best cheesy baked potatoes I’ve ever done, but that may have been due to the blood from the finger when I sliced the tomatoes. Hehehe!. Flavour-Rating: 8.5/10.
Arrived. I asked him to take the laundry with him, specifically asking him to make sure that it was well-dried, as the quilts would be needed for the new bed. He had a nibble and some Lucozade, and off he went, with the laundry in the bag.
Had a go at taking some night shots of the view. I wanted to take a close-up of a decorated house. Wobbled? Wobbled! And, again, Wobbled! It’s an even closer effort. Wobbles! I gave up and took a wide shot. A half-decent one at last! Haha!
I fell asleep and returned, leaving the freshly done (but I discovered in the morning, still wet & crushed into the bag) laundry. He took off the ankle, leg straps and diabetic socks for me. Selected a drink, had a nibble and went off leaving the light on in the hallway. I was half asleep, of course.
Easy one this time, wasn’t it?
Getting back to sleep was impossible for several hours. Not due this time, too, but the of that felt much worse than ever now. Poor little thing.
The neurodiversity within my tortured brain had eased into a more comfortable area of close to, but not quite a fully-blown state of mock contentment this morning as I awoke after a total of six hours of wonderfully relaxing kip, and foolishly thinking, this is going to be a better day… I can feel it in my bones.
I forced my gargantuan-sized flobby-bellied body from the itch-creating, bruise-giving, catheter-tube-tugging, crumb-decorated from my nocturnal nibbling, 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.
arrived & took off the diabetic socks, and told me to phone the nurse, and not to put on the straps again until the legs and ankles had been checked out. There were new bleeding leaks, and both legs were covered in acne or eczema. Left a right mess getting the socks off. Also, the red-eye was looking worse than the other day. The lad was fed with nibbles and a cold drink, thanked home and off he went. He’d still got two more calls to do before he could get to his bed.
Took some photos from the kitchen.
Back to take another window view. Bootiful!
called. A short visit, she did her best for me, as usual, ♥. She checked and adjusted things for me; much easier now; thanks, Kara. She looked at my legs and put some cream on them for me. Then, she telephoned the District Nurse HQ to inform them of the situation with the leaking legs. She said they would not be out today, but they will call to take a look soon. Thanks, Kara.
First Car park photo. Took this moody shot of the gravel path up into the park and the Tree Copse on the left. Which was not a good idea cause I got all soppy about not being able to get to it anymore.Sad, innit? It is getting light quickly now; it’s another car park effort.
Sister Jane rang me while the next Carer was here. We had a lovely natter, apart from finding out she is having the same problems with her eyes as I am.
District Nurse Sarah arrived unexpectedly but was very welcome, and it was nice to see her. She set to sorting the legs out. arrived as she medicated the water papule hole on the right leg just above the ankle. She asked Ben a few questions, but he didn’t know the answers to the enquiries. As I recall, the results were that I was not to put the straps on the right leg, just the left one. Diabetic socks, on the left with leg-strappings. I now have pretty-looking legs outwardly, anyway. Left black, right a sort of yellowy pink. Sarah said she’d return on Monday to check the wound and acne. For once, I remembered I’d got all those appointments for next week, and I checked the calendar. Gonna be busy! Tuesday was free, so she said it’ll be on Tuesday then.
did the last call. But we both forgot to put the night pouch on .
Little Extra Teaser: Does anyone recognise this actor below? I photographed it on the TV tonight? Just a bit of fun.
. Decent nosh served up. Flavour: 7.2/10.
Barely seeable, I think that the dot in it was Venus.
Ruined the entire day with a new record of internet failures. I bet that the Oligarchs at are proud of themselves. Over 35 times! There is no time to get all the usual bits done and posted. Sorry about this. Mike Fries, Chief Executive Officer and Vice-Chairman of Liberty Global, took home a salary of $ 62 million in FY2. I hope he’s not too worried about this dreadful record… Mind you, I’ve little doubt that this paying billions to buy Virgin Media, then letting it go to pot, is a part of some underhand, amphibological, clandestine-scheming, obscure, get-richer-than-ever plot? Sorry again for this blog, but also for Mr Fries and his number-crunching and bending taking over the world’s internet. A financial plot, that will upset and destroy a lot of bloggers who joined one of his invested-in or owned companies, with no independent alternatives available other than ones left. A cunning and working ploy from the boy! – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – Worst Internet Blogging Day Ever!
Good shade.
Actually, I drank this one.
Getting to take a view shot… And somehow took this one of whatever it was? I’ve no idea? However, I did find the one above on the SD card. No idea when I took this one.
At least, I thought it was. I had a go at the crossword. Then, after a day or two (Hehe!) Trotsky Terence flushed out and sprayed its evacuated product.
Not sure I meant to take this photo… Or can’t remember why.
The fog came down.
Got some potatoes in the crock pot. I left it on a high setting. After many hours of fighting with the Oligarchs, failing internet, cursing and considering going into a mass dank depression, I went to put the kettle on to find that the potatoes, all but three anyway, had broken apart. Tsk!
The fog turned to a mist, clearing now?
I spent so many mind-concentrating hours battling the frequently flipping failing internet and not getting anywhere; I also dreamed up some new chants in hopes that they may get to Mr Fries and turn him into a compassionate man… I know, fool! I didn’t notice until the pains started coming from the bladder and then dropped down with the weight of the urine as I stood up to reset the router for the eleventh time. Another followed! Why am I not surprised? . Both the top and bottom straps came undone. By the time I’d fumbled to get them back on and fastened, the had gone off again! I considered spitting, swearing and wailing to the Good Lord I didn’t believe in for a few moments... Then, . A backwards and twisting to the right as I stood up from repairing the straps. Undoubtedly, from my having to bend down, and this let in and to help me go over… However, this time I fell on my bum 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. Cleaned up & , stopped the bleeding quickly enough.
All sorted out.
Gave up my computing. I’ll try to finish this in the morning if I get up on time.
I took three shots of the sky. Top to the left, centre ahead, & bottom one to the right.
I’d been looking forward to the Cumberland sausages. A Great disappointment. Not enough potatoes after all the others disintegrated in the crock pot I’ve left on a high setting. The tomatoes were bitter-tasting. And the sausages… I only ate two of them with some bread. They looked okay but tasted foul! Flavour Rating: 1½/10. Tsk!
Got a letter from the Doctor, found it on the floor near the door, been there for many an hour, and it had been partly opened? That’s poor! I’ll check it out in the morning.
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – No time to do an ode, sorry. An old one above – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – Did you notice the deliberate mistake with the date on the last one? Just testing! – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
It is not a record, but it is still a pathetic oligarchical failing: As per writing this.
03:00hrs: Worryingly deep-coloured urine today?.
The need for a good ablutionalisationing session was smelt as I passed wind, removed the nocturnal crumbs from the dressing gown, and tackled the escape. That being from 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, itch-encouraging, incommodious, Haemorrhoid Harold testing, catheter tube yanking, recliner. My chicken legs were not looking any worse! Deciding on taking an early morning Sh_ _, shower and shave, I removed diabetic socks from my legs… This was … but naturally, a man of my bravery, healthiness and pain tolerance didn’t flinch and had to keep stopping to catch my breath and cursing at any time. The thought of me taking a couple of minutes sitting there to recover from my efforts is ridiculous. My chicken legs were not looking any worse!. Hobbling into the wet room. I realised I was leaving dirt marks on the floor from the bottom of my slippers… So, I had to get the slippers washed and left to dry. It was hard work doing everyday stuff lately, but it gets more complex each day. (Hidden plea for help here… Hehe!) Cleaning the teeth, unfortunately, left me with , and, not a little pain from the bleeding gums too. The shaving left me with several tiny cuts all around the cheekily growing stubble at the top of the back of the neck. Showering: A Challenge I did not respond to very well this morning. The first snag was working out the best way to get the feet washed with the minimum danger of falls. I got a bowl next to the shower chair and put some Dettol disinfectant and shower gel in it. Filled it from the shower, and of course, the drain pump started chuntering away because no water was going down the drain at the time… So cleaning the feet was a rush job. Then, I had to empty the bowl slowly to not overfill the drain flue. Then, I got out of the shower without any slipping and put the bowl away in the corner; I dare not leave it in the shower for fear of forgetting all about it and having a tumble, trip, fall, or another While doing this, I had to divert to the As much as I was getting chilly sitting there covered in cold water, I had to wait a few seconds to recover from the efforts of encouraging the evacuation. Getting back into and under the shower as hastily as I could once I moved… I against the shower chair leg, and as I did this, (I know, you don’t believe me… I’m even doubtful, but the pain memories help) but, with dear giving way at just the wrong moment, she crashed into the chair arm. I got in the chair and spent considerable time recovering, just letting the water ooze over me. That was nice!I had to stand up to deal with the more intimate departments that needed attention, but this was no bother… needed no medical attention, but this was no bother… I also like this statement. I’ll repeat it; intimate departments that needed no attention! I even managed to get dried off with only one mishap: when I got the towel from the airer, I knocked it over. Got dried thoroughly and commenced the medicalisationings.. . Then, I splashed the Brut aftershave on the neck nicks that were still bleeding. Tried the new medications for this. Then, Phorpain gel was used on several areas in need of it. , with an extra bit on , as she was being a bit of a nuisance to me this, as she does most mornings. them both next. Did the nasal cleaning. And because of the irritation in the and the infested left eye. Then the challenge of an everyday fear that is done with a certain degree of apprehensiveness, almost dread! Getting my nappy… diaper… Well, Protection Pants on. Which would be difficult enough without having to cope with getting them up beyond the hanging below the knee, tubed! It’s a work of art, I can tell yers! A formidable one! However, I can report for once that there were no or of any worth mentioning. I still don’t know how I managed it without the usual pain and mishaps?
I left the bandages and straps to soak in the wet room sink. I can dry them later on. Can I use the microwave safely to do this little task? If anyone has advice for me on this, please?
I emptied the wet room waste bin and took it to the kitchenette. Got the kettle on to make a brew but never got around to it and went brewless all day. I didn’t even bother to try to take any early morning shots today, not with my recent abysmal record. It’s a wonder that I’ve still got any skin left on!
I dabbed some Sudcrem on the forehead, chest and cheeks.
I’ll leave it on for a while to allow it to soak in before rubbing it in. It didn’t work well the last time I tried using it.
Should I suddenly sneeze, the dressing gown, computer keyboard and carpet are covered in lost bits of skin. Devil-of-a-job for me to get cleaned up! Tsk!
I got on with my blogging catch-up, then arrived and got a bit of a shock. HaHaHa!So did I when I noticed what she had seen; I’d forgotten to rub the Sudocrem in the face. Poor gal, what a shock for her. It’s a bad enough face to look at without the cream on the mush, making it more scary for the gal!
Grangnagles!
During one of the multitudinous failures of Oligarchal, conspiratorial, hermetical, and surreptitious, owned , I sorted the waste bins and put them near the front door.
There were still no signs of the owned internet shower’s signal returning, so I ventured into the balcony to take a shot of the end car park. The mud-slide was active this morning. Took a view of the sky to the North.
The rain was persistent looking today. Then, a shot of the viewhead, which is to the West. Followed by a picture to the left, in an Easterly direction.
visited. Had a little laugh and joke before she departed. I was getting more & more annoyed with the interruptions from Mike Fries, Chief Executive Officer and Vice Chairman of Liberty Global, who took home a $64m salary in FY2, . I was close to giving up. Hence, I am now even further behind with this blog. 9 hours after waking, and I’m only up to here with it. I keep saying to myself that I will have to reduce the content of this blog, but I do love it when someone says they like it or get a laugh from it. I’m addicted, I suppose?There are other more suitable words than addicted, like besotted, smitten, habituated, or mayhap dependent on it, to help keep my sanity, as much as possible, escape the ever-grasping, clutching more of my brain from Cognitive Impairment Iris.
failed yet again, I went to the kitchen to photograph the view. The first one on the right didn’t seem too bad at all to me. So, I tried to get a closer shot of the houses and bottom field greenery. Well, that didn’t work, did it? I failed again! Undaunted, I tried once more in a different shooting mode selected, with . Humph! Another failure! Time to give up, methinks. I might try again later.
I realised that I hadn’t had a meal today. Mind you, I wasn’t hungry at all! That’s not me?
The two last calls of the day from the carers were made by… Well, erm…Either, or, not in any particular chronological order, and or . I think. I was so worn out, tired and in need of sleep again. I think it was Christopher first, then Benjamin who got the diabetic sock off for me, I was half asleep each call.
Not one of the best of days… again! However, after losing many hours, having no WordPress help, and Firefox going all apeshit on me, then the interruptions when I got back on blogging, the good old reliable failings from Kept failing to get a signal again! To date, as I write
03:35hrs: I stirred back to ersatz life in the c1966, 300 pound, second-hand charity-shop bought, crumb-containing, odour-retaining, Harold’s Haemorrhoid-testing, nauseatingly beige coloured, non-working, virus-breeding recliner, with and giving me sharp pains whether I was moving or not! The tummy pains were rumbling, and the unwanted pleasure was rampant! All apart, I assume, from the cold that’s coming on.
Taking off the , has never been more painful. And being on the receiving end of the pain.
Got the waste bags into one, along with the unremembered-eating six empty Cheesy Curl packets in the bin at the side of the ottoman.
Tried again to get a decent early morning shot… Obviously, this failed again.
Made a brew of Gleangettie.
Off to the Porcelain Throne. Ten minutes later, back again!
Tried again for a shot of the later view. Ah, that’s a bit betterer!
THEN THE COMPUTER COCK-UPS! 1) Firefox went into processing mode. Nothing I could do, so I left it to do its own thing. Took a photo of the end of the car park. Had a rinse, then back to see how things were progressing with the Firefox… Still working away… do whatever it was doing. Made another brew for the one that went cold. Firefox still working away… I checked on what to have for nosh later. Firefox still working away… 2) Then went on CorelDraw. However… When using import to export, the swatch comes up full screen, and I can’t reduce it back to the original size to see the template simultaneously! Anger-Making!
came. I was at a low point when she arrived. Unsure if I’d lost my internet or not. And as I was telling her my woes… guess what happened? Followed by and a relatively long, violent period of flailing about from a . & strappings put on for me. I was so fed up and frustrated I declined any painkillers.
I took two shots of the clouds now the rain had stopped, and they were a little better this time. Beautiful!
After Sam departed, taking the laundry with her for me, I faffled about trying to cure the problem with the browser. Not the foggiest about what I was doing, and I got nowhere with the task at hand. Eventually, I had no idea how or why… the internet browser started working after many Windows opened that were too technical for me to understand and comprehend!
If I opened Firefox using the icon on the home page, I got a different setup showing. Using the the one in the bottom tray, and I got a usual one up? But… I’d lost the connection to Grammarly! I asked about this and explained things on the help page, but all I could get was a set of pre-answers to dozens of problems other than the one I needed help with. Three hours later… I had to reinstall Grammarly. I ticked the icon to use it in Firefox, but this did not initially work. A message came up half an hour later, telling me that Grammarly is now installed for Firefox. Praying, I closed everything down and rebooted. Went into Firefox, my sites visited, and favourites came up; then I opened WordPress, the one I do need Grammarly to work on more than any other. SUCCESS! By now, the evening Carer had arrived, and I was mentally drained and weary from the constant ailments and pains of the day. Asked if I wanted any painkillers, I replied, just two boxes, please! Haha! We did his Blood Pressure, and off he trotted home… with some treats in thanks, of course.
Now for the nosh-preparingTaste-Rating: 8.2/10.
Tried again to get some decent night shots of the view from the kitchenette as I washed the pots. Not too bad? It’s not too good either!
Well, if a cupboard handle dropped off one of mine, it wouldn’t matter to me. In fact, I have four of them missing… I just counted them! So I didn’t get the answer. Until I looked at this!
Acne and Eczema-faced Inchy, Now scowls more, involuntarily, Living life, unconventionality, Errors, mistakes, made unintentionally, Getting things right occasionally, No… more like ultra rarely! Decision-making, absurdly, For an old man, he’s excellent immaturity, Coping with his immobility, Living with Peripheral Neuropathy, Questioning his own sanity… Recognises his vulnerability, Accepting his lack of winnability, Misses his previous imbecility, Every day, Accifauxpas or a malady, Addicted to his tabatière, His life getting even more eerie, His total lack of any theopathy! His brain is crumbling, admittedly.
He thinks this is a terrible pity…
His life’s getting more demanding, more shitty!
Still, he likes to watch a documentary,
History, or maybe whodunnitry?
It gets harder for him to watch TV, He still can’t manually pee!
As my Dad would say, ‘A reet good colour is that lad!’
The early morning sky was grand, too!
Waste bags into one.
And got the kettle on and made a brew.
But had to leave it to get cold again…
Sloppy as the evacuation was, it took ages!
The rain came. The wind, too, but not for long.
I put the new quilt-throw on the Carer’s chair.
Made another brew of Glengettie.
Then, I spent hours on new words to use for the blog.
During which I didn’t get far.
came. We had a natter while he did a good job fitting the legs and ankle support straps. Medications given. And he changed the Catheter Day bag for me. Grand job!
Got yesterday’s blog updated and posted off.
Next. Domestic duties. He mopped the wet room floor for me. Had a chinwag.
Next, by gum, she helped me out some today. I keep asking her to adopt me as Grandad, but no. Hehe! The gal phoned the Audio Centre for me first. I’ve got one of the appointments on Tuesday the 21st November, at 0935hrs. That’s the one to de-clog my ears of wax. She mentioned I must keep using olive oil, which I do several times daily. Then, they will arrange another appointment for the hearing tests. Then, if any adjustments are needed to the aids (and there will be), another appointment to have them done will be arranged. I’m hoping I live long enough. Har-Har! She then arranged for a lift for me with Easy-Llink. Such an angel is Kara. She even put the details onto the computer diary for me. ♥
The sun through the clouds was beautiful. I sensed some rain was due, though. We’ll see.
Here’s the animals!
Prepped the meal of the day. Got two sourdough rolls from the freezer to thaw out. Got the potato chunks in the oven tray. Sprayed the potatoes with light oil. Got them in the oven.
Made up another waste bag.
Delivery arrived from eBay. Dettol Lavender disinfectant. I thought I was buying 6 bottles; the box looked like it was made for six?
Evening views from the kitchen window. No signs of any rain yet.
Got the meal served up and started to eat it. Just started and arrived. He took off the leg and ankle straps. Left the diabetic socks on as I requested him to do… it was feeling cold tonight! Brrr!I did his Health Checks, all fine!
When I got settled 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. It took me ages to get to sleep, but for once, there were no hassles from . I was just coughing a lot, and sharp pains from .
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – This Moon shot, was taken by Tim Price,
Is more than very nice…
He’s brilliant, camera-wise,
I’ll further extemporise…
He doesn’t need to attitudinise,
To be as good is one of my desires, His photography does dynamise!
Jealous? Me? I could diphthongise!
Just thought this photo should be diarised!
Grrreat Shot, Tim!
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – I’ll just write about the highlights, and mention about any photos I took. A worry-my-guts-out day!
In the kitchen, all dark and black, and saw some moving lights in the bottom field. I tried to get a decent shot, but it was not to be. Here they are, though. Can you guess what the lights were? The green lights were mand torch. The red light was attached to his little dog’s collar. What a brilliant idea!
Sorted out the waste bags.
Arrived, and he took off the diabetic socks and put on the leg and ankle straps. He’s getting good at doing this! He listened as I moaned on about all the things not getting done. He kindly rang the chemists for me, to arrange for the Covid jab to be done again.
Tomorrow morning at 09:55hrs. So no sleep again for me tonight. I daren’t, cause this means I have to get up in time to allow myself two hours to get the ablutions and dressed done in time for me to catch the bus into Sherwood. He then rang the Age Concern about the room being cleared. Nothing was arranged, but he said they would get back to me in a week or so and let me know if they can do it and what it is likely to cost me.
Great help, thanks, Benjamin! 👍
Literally!
Surprised that the end car park mudslide was sizeable.
Computing.
arrived. She was doing the domestic as well, now that Denise has departed the job. Nice gal.
The Asda order arrived. Baking powder, bottles of water, tonic, soda, and some canned soups were unloaded, & put away.Aha, my favourite bikkies, they were on Special Offer! Some more eye pads for Blepharitis and dry eye conditions. Cleans glasses well, too. I did notice that the seasoned French Fries were on offer; so much off if you bought two packets. I decided not to, cause I didn’t know if I was even going to like them, so ordered just one packet… Or so my tormented ruled brain thought! I’d bought four packs! There was no way these were going to fit into my freezer! I went through the food and got rid of some short and the out-of-date food, to make room to get things in. I ended up dishing two of the four bags of chips! It took me ages, and was just about to take the bags to the chute when the District Nurse arrived. Had a job finding the plasters for covering the wounds, but she did in the end. Refitted the coverings, and we had a little natter, and, if I recall correctly, a laugh! Lovely!
After about three more hours of computing, the Oligarch’s failures stood at…
called for the evening visit. At the time, I was having a few twitchings and losses of balance. I just hope they clear up before I have to go for the Covid jab in the morning… Plllease! Had a little natter.
My memories of Thursday (Now, Friday morning, and nothing done on this blog yet!), are not too good or comprehensive. Vagueness would be the word to use. The Covid-19nd right arm was in agony all day without a break. Even worse, I had to use the sticks in my left hand, the right being too painful to use. The sleep was broken, and although the early morning memory seemed better, the hours spent sleeping, or I should say trying to, and I spent so many hours throughout the day, because I just could not stay awake. The thoughtstorms or right arm pains ensured that getting any worthwhile rest was impossible. I’m unsure which Carers called, although Carer Maryham (Teatime) was clear enough. I tried using the computer, but it was no good. And got down yet again in the recliner after she’d gone. Carer Benjamin (I think) did the last check. No nocturnal night bags yet for the catheter, which meant I was still unable to get to sleep then. Thought Storms, the arm, and having to get up to empty the small day pouch on the catheter so often... I did take many photos I found on the SD card this morning (Fri); some I have no recall of taking, others, mostly the morning ones, I can recollect. I’ve got to catch up with this blog now. Nothing had been done to it yet, apart from this intro written on the notepad? Not one of my better days.
These, I took when I got up; 03:00rs: The end car park. 0400hrs: Terrible photography!
This shot was supposed to be of Venus, the only thing showing in the sky. Another bad effort. Not surprised, though, by the state I was in.
No idea why!
Ah, I did catch Venus, after all, in a long shot?
Can’t recall taking this one, or when.
Sometime in the day, in one of my frequent waking-ups, I took this one of the end car park mud-slides.
Might have been when a Carer came?
I forced myself out of one of many nodding-off, and back on the computer to reply to a WordPress Prompt. It took me ages, had to search to find the cheesy potato pictures to use in the blog. At this stage, I thought, well, IK struggled but got it done… I think the sleep demands are fading…
But the only thing that faded, was me back into a broken-up, annoyingly waking every few minutes and nodding off again, sleep. (but every bit helps, I reckon)
A massive four hours out of it, with broken patches of sleep, in which I did not leave 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.
I must have known this was coming. I’d moved the jug to empty my into, and half-filled it, despite not drinking any water for so long? This decided me to ask the nurse to request a Permanent Catheter be fitted. The flow into the bag and the amount left in the bladder must be a sign for them to give up punishing me with this Catheter for over a year now. The supposedly monthly removal of everything to give me a chance to wee-wee manually; has only been done thrice in the year it’s been in. Every time they scanned the bladder, the day after removal. the bladder has been a third full after my weeing. And believe me, passing manually the last time, was sheer agony!
Chronically bad night shots. Blurry… Blurry. Blurrier. Really, really Blurrier! I am a silly blurrier! HaHa!
Spent another night of nodding, jumping awake in pain, emptying the pouch… and for tonight, coughing to boot!
Not a single left! I’m having to keep waking up and emptying the day bag overnight. Which will help cure the bladder infection, I’m sure! Just look at the colour of this morning’s urine! I’m assuming that they are having trouble getting the pouches. But no one has said anything to me. But 🎵 It’s not unusual 🎵
With the two big leg & ankle straps for both of the, gallons of water, to keep refilling the , and my nibbles all over the room, the place looks like a smidgen ramshackle!
One of my worst-ever shots of the morning view. . I think the planet in view, might have been erm… I’ve forgotten the name now. Tim Price in New Mexico gets some brilliant shots of this planet… was it Venus? Not that you can see it properly in my close-up effort. You can just about see it in the first shot, very tiny, in the first photo. But I got the shakes on the next one, I’ll try to remember to ask Tim why this happens to me.
My left ankle. No change My right ankle is much better! The right leg. Is also looking better!
Morrisons Unisex Protection Pants on today. Don’t suppose you needed to know that, sorry!
Sister Jane called me on the phone. A good natter, grumps & mutual ailments discussion was enjoyed.
Arrived, and got the leg & ankle straps on for me, no bother!
I was sat-sitting at the computer, with a blank stare on my face and also with a blank mind. I noticed my own reflection on the screen; horrendous it was! I took two snaps… the first one turned out to be yet another semi-mystery one… What the heck part of my body, was this above? Ah, that was me! Hehe!
The Royal Mail delivered the AA batteries that I’d ordered from eBay. It said they were Duracell, but… they were a Procell Constant brand.
A mug of Thompson’s Punjana tea, in the Jenny-donated China mug. Which was forgotten all about… when arrived. He removed the leg and ankle straps, but of course, he could not attach the , as we’ve run out of the nocturnal bags… yet again.
I took two views of the same area through the balcony windows. Why two? No idea now!
I slow-cooked the redskin potatoes for about 7 hours or so, then sliced them and put them in the oven, to crisp them up. Later, I got an imitation meat pie in the air-fryer.
Overall taste rating: 5/10.
I’d been slightly pea-brained all through today. Due to worrying about so many things that I have no control over, I suppose. Important to me things, that I just cannot achieve without help! The fretting and self-condemnationing have undoubtedly made things worse than they were when I woke up. My confused vagueness of thought did not stop from constantly whittling away at my already minimum confidence. This causes me even more anxiety; It’s not as if I need any more worries, physical or mental hassle, is it? Fears, apprehension and scepticism shadowed by pangs of terrible unfathomable guilt… Or it may be shame. Are enough, no, maybe too much to cope with as it is.
