Making the late… or early morning meal, I dropped a saucepan on the kitchen floor. It took me ages to clean up the mess that I made. Accompanied by a few select curse words and name-calling to myself.
Cor, the urine bag had filled up sharpish again; It’s been doing that the day or so now.
I got my cooking hat on. Hehehe! Taking care of not having another ‘dropsies’, I added some potatoes to the veg mix, come stew. Added a jar of chunky tomato-vegetable sauce, some peas, and butter beans to the pan. Putting the last of the roast mini potatoes in as well. Stirring and tasting all the time. Grrreat! By gum, I enjoyed that! Washed the pots.
I retired to the £300 second-hand shop bought in 1966. moth-eaten, bedraggled, grotty, cringingly-beige-coloured, much-dilapidated, crumb-containing from my nocturnal nibblings, bug-ridden, itch-inspiring, not working recliner… get my head down. That was another farce. He was in good form. He really peed me off! I got about three hours kip but woke up needing to use the Porcelain Throne. Two extremes at the same time?
As I removed the night pouch, the urine was dark enough to concern me.
My first view shot of the day.
By the time I’d taken it, the day pouch was pretty filled again, so quickly? But a slightly better colour.
Took a second snap.
Arrived. We had a chat and laughed as the medications and jokes were shared. I took her BP before she left, and it’s all looking good!
I must try to get more slippers… maybe a few pairs if I can find some on sale at a reasonable price. Cause as sure as the Rishi’s Tories are condemned to lose the next election, go into near extinction, as they wait for the Labour masqueraders to financially cripple the nation, Legalise grass, and Nationalise the railways; I’m bound to have another escapade of fluid from the , via a burst, a leak, a strap coming undone again, or perhaps another messy . I think I’m averaging one unanticipated a week this month. Tumbles, faulty valves and walking into a door frame were the last three main reasons.
The next pouch emptying session, and there were so many today, was it back to dark again?
A sticky, gooey edge! Hahaha!
One of my worst ones ever. I read on my notes that the Carer called, yet I have no recollection of the call or who it was either? As I regained a degree of logicalness and awareness, I saw that I’d been working on CorelDraw and this blog. I found many errors in both, but I must have missed many more.
Over the next hours or so, the day pouch was emptied so many times that it seems I took photos of each one; they were on the SD card in this order; They started (apparently) a good colour but grew grimmer at emptying time. Fed up with this!
The clouds could be seen in the dark. The high winds maintained a presence for some time. Aircraft had been grounded – I’m not surprised at the speed at which the clouds were being driven across the night sky. It’s a wonder that they didn’t leave a contrail. Hehe!
Came & went for the rest of the night. Sort of mini-blanks.
I can easily recall taking this shot. I think my cyber-mate, Tim, would call this photo artistic, that’s not the word, but I can’t recall it now. Ten seconds ago, it was all in my mind, ready to type it, and it went AWOL. I can only pass on any praise to, supported by sweet .
. Just Bootiful! Thanks, Jane & Pete!
Another Mystery?
CK was unwilling to come forth, then, as he did, TT controlled the watery, almost splashing out into the Porcelain, stinky finale.
The last leftover vegetable stew was doctored with more borlotti beans and chunky vegetables.
Have a Magnificent Martian Meeting on Monday! In May 1959, Mandell Meggendorfer, predicted Monday’s date as the day the aliens will arrive, and openly reveal all to the earths masses. It’s too late to bet now, but apparently, one German bookie was offering odds of 1 million to 1 that this would happen. Just thought I’d mention it!
Was the main hassle today. he spent most of the time off in the ether, far away. But, what do I know? A close second was persistent , a frequent visitor, who ruined so many of my plans and hopes of any chance of improvement in mental health. He didn’t linger for long, but he did so often. Repeatedly, with a dogged determination to depress me more. I was mentally up and down like a yo-yo all day and night. I think that must have gone into coalition, and made a cunning deal, or agreement, with nightly , to have a go at me nocturnally too. I certainly woke up in an unaccountably niggly, self-hating mood. Still, not much detail, but I’ll press on…
A smidge dark.
Late morning sky, 04:30hrs. Late morning sky, 04:32hrs.
. Just when I was going to the wet room to get the ablutions done! I was in such low spirits, that I pressed on and got the shaving done first, fetching, having to struggle carrying hot water from the kitchen in the kettle and saucepan, and back again several times. Humph! It didn’t bother me in the slightest. . . A couple of cuts shaving. One bled badly. Had to clean up the haemoglobin on the sink & floor!
Carer Chris arrived and got the diabetic socks, and leg straps, on for me, and meds were given.
I recall calling later on, and she helped me sort something out I think, but I have no idea what it was. It might come back. (So might World Peace!) The missing laundry has not been returned.
Chimed out, and off to the door I hobbled. No one there? Another of the Mysteries of Woodthorpe Court, with the hobgoblins, spectres, gnomai, phantasms, ghosts, the grotesque succubae, extraterrestrials, ectoplasms, spirits, or the Fata Morganas, that have been sent to taunt, irritate and terminate my already delicate state of mind?
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – Word for today… HECTIC! I was tested beyond her limits, which means I was, too. Three visits from Social and nurses. Helped by Carer Marie. Cock-up with the food order… I have no idea why I mentioned this; it happens every time!. Not that I got anything done on the blog; it was just too busy a day. I am just starting this Wednesday morning, so it will have to be a quickie.
A good bag full, a decent colour.
But this soon changed on the first emptying of the pouch. Bit of blood in there somewhere?
Waste bags sorted.
Morning view. Car park. And the sky.
Asda Delivery Arrived. Bladder drinks, milk & potatoes. Biscuits, bread, diarrhorea medicines. Ah, my cock-up here. I swear I ordered one pasty and one minced soya pie. I got five pies, and they were beef and onion flavoured?
arrived and got the medications sorted out for me. We chatted while she was doing me. She took the laundry bag down for me to get the clothing washed. Bless her.
Nurse Sarah arrived later, and what a visit it was. She wanted to know why the Carers were not putting on the leg straps. I couldn’t answer her other than saying, “I don’t know?” I think I got confused with the bandaging on the right leg when the straps were not needed, and then they were taken off… that was enough for to get me into a bemused and forgetful state. Which, of course, is my regular condition, I suppose. Sarah took the bandaging off of the right leg and left a note for the Carers about remembering to put the strappings on in the mornings and take them off at night. Said she was going to ring the social services about the bed again. I thanked her, and off she went. Merci!
A minute later, the Social Services Lady arrived. Sorry, I’ve forgotten her name. She was here to sort the room out to get me a bed in the ‘Front Room’. Then Nurse Sarah returned, and they set about moving all the stuff into the spare room for me. Not being able to do it myself was embarrassing, but they tucked into the job and soon got it all done. All the things that had been removed need cleaning in the morning; hopefully, a domestic may turn up Wednesday who can help me. Kara was on the list to call tomorrow to help sort the paperwork and arrange lifts. ♥ I thanked them muchly, and off on their rounds, they went. Bless their cotton socks!
I went to look at the spare room, to the stuff. It’ll be fun when I need to find something. Hehe! I’m not bothered, though; I’m just thankful for the help and what they have done for me. ♥
returned with my laundry and hung it up for me. They are looking after me today! Hurrah!
She checked the taps and cooker for me and admired the view from the kitchen window. ♥
I closed down the hardly-used computer and went to have a stand-up ablutioning session…
The water had gone cold again, Boo!
I’d ask for help… but from who?
Phycologist, will they tell me what to do?
Should I pray to a spirit or manitou?
Someone must help… can you?
At my age, I’ll not take the long view…
A sunset photograph was taken. An hour or so later, another was taken. Then, a close-up of the same view.
Started to get the meal ready, and by the time I’d got it cooking, this was the amazing view on offer. I did take another wider shot, but that managed to avoid going on the SD card and floated off into the ether. Huh!
How did you do? Of course, I got them all within 4 approximately four seconds… Well, 4 of them in about an hour… Hehe!
Well, them cheapo wrong pies that I have ordered too many of… tasted great! An overall flavour rating of 7.8/10… the tatties let it down.
arrived. When he entered the room, he handed me two envelopes from the Royal Mail. I asked him to take off the left & right leg strappings and the diabetic socks for me. After he’d gone, I investigated the two letters I’d had delivered. The first one was a bill from Meridian Care. Averaging £249 a week. Then opened the second one, which initially confused me an iota or two… . I could tell it was from The Ropewalk Audio Centre, and I expected an appointment for the hearing test… but no! It was from the Dementia Services Audiology. I couldn’t see an immediate link between Dementia and Hearing Problems? I considered that I may have misread it… but no! Number two in the long list of things in the advice section was clarification that this appointment is at the Ropewalk and not the QMC Hospital. It’s for 21st December, so I hope Kara can book me a lift there and back if she calls tomorrow. The 18-page questionnaire on Home Care Received still has to be completed and returned.
Sleep was constantly disturbed by two inflictions… Firstly, by with his digs at my past afflictions, bad choices and being conned so easily. But he seemed to give up after an hour or two, and hope of some rest returned… But, No! visited me what seemed like every five minutes… it could have been shorter!
The first-day pouch emptying. What the heck is that in the bowl?
It’s still icy out there…
The bottom field is, too!
Far end protected by the poor trees?
The pigeons were only on one rooftop? It must be a feeder living there.
Took a tumble. Nae bother.
Nightfall.
I only got one of them. Tsk!
Bad day for the internet…
To Date!
Late Carer, from another sight. Fear, or Fuhrer, I think his name was. Lovely lad, Sorted me, no strapping needed. I tried some new hearing aid batteries. Not much of an improvement, though.
I got some chips in the oven and garden peas in the saucepan. I will do a burger of sorts to go with them a little later on.
Back later, I hope.
I’m Back!
Super-Meal! Taste: 9.3/10!
Not looking forward to the struggle to get to the hospital this Friday morning. Cheers!
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – So, a quickie while it;s working…
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!
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!
The night Catheter Pouch was far too dark! Fancy that? Inchy having lousy luck!
Before leaving to get the lift to the clinic, I suffered three of these types of visits. Hey-Ho!. Then, the problematic stand-up ablutioning session! Couldn’t put the papule leaking let in water to wash it; it was a solo job with the left foot. The shaving seemed to go pretty well. Getting dressed was farcical.
Put some spuds in the crock pot. I try to remember to turn on the low setting as I leave later… I then proceeded… to do the waste bags and the one I was putting the others into split open! Huh! A right mess to clean up and , and all joined in with the right and spoilt the day!
Carer Richard was not his usual self. Tired out, I’ll be bound.
I did get the Sunday blog finished & posted off. Because I stayed up so late working on it. Many mistakes!
A final call to the Porcelain Throne.
Then, off downstairs to await my lift. Had a go at the crossword in the lobby. But it was hard work with these terrible new glasses.
Kept looking outside in case the minibus arrived. . Not here yet, so I took this snap of the local weeds. Yet they look beautiful to me! A selection of nub-ends caught my attention in the end car parking area.
The minibus arrived, and I got belted up and grabbed from my pocket. Taking snaps through the window en route to town and the Audio Clinic. Up The hill to Mapperley. Mapperley Road. New student accommodation is being built. Town and Parliament Street. . Multi-screened cinema on the left. Up Derby Road and down onto… The Ropewalk from the top end.Many years ago, there were all posh houses with servants and butlers. Lawyers, private detectives, and many shops and offices have been converted into student apartments.
THE CLINIC The driver dropped me off in front of the building. I hobbled limpingly and painfully into the big hall. The receptionist recognised me and indicated by pointing for me to sit down. So, I did! After a while, I got the crossword book out. A chap behind me mentioned, some 15 minutes or so later: “I talk to myself when doing crosswords, as well!” Haha!I didn’t realise I was nattering away, but the lady to my right said: “I understand!” Hehehe!
THE RIDE HOME: I was called in to see the Technician. Who at first was patient with me stuttering and forgetting things. She got the hearing aids off me and gave them some routine maintenance. She looked in my earholes, declaring she had never seen so much compacted wax before, as she checked the left lughole. She’ll make an appointment to have the wax eased and removed where safe, then another meeting for an Audiologist to test my hearing. She thinks they will not be on the same day, though. She was laughing when she was talking to the receptionists, and they both looked at me as I returned to the waiting area with the refurbished aids in situ. I could hear a muffled noise of talking.
Excellent job the lady technician did on the hearing aids! Not good on the phone, though.
I did sneak a photo of the waiting area. But it was not on the SD card when I got home. Snagknangles!
As I walked out of the clinic, the man was arriving at the optimum time. Getting settled in the seat, out came my beloved , for more window shots on the way back.
Up along the Ropewalk. Down towards the City. Right onto Woodborough Road. As we stopped near a bus stop, next to the recently built student flat complex. Tsk! Bottom of the hill… To the top and down towards the flats. This shot of the flats came out decently. I paid the man, gave him a choice of nibbles, and got myself inside the Woodthorpe Court lobby. I walked through the link passage to Winwood Court and informed Warden Deana and Julie of my arrival home. On my way back, I took a few photos of the shrubbery at the back, through the windows. Can you see the buried sitting bench on the right, below? It took a wider shot showing both benches. I may try to have a kip out there?
Thought to the lift, and in and up… I took this sad selfie!
I could feel , the pain from the nearly full Catheter, and blood trickling down my inner legs from poor .
Got in and rang Meridian to advise them I had returned. But still had the hearing aids in… I could hear nothing, I didn’t even know if anyone had answered my call? I gave up.
Had a look at the leg. Looks like some blood has gotten mixed with the water? Still, the nurse is coming in the morning.
I got on with this blog update start.
came, I didn’t realise how late it was. By the time he’s gone, I had suddenly sunk in a weariness.
I got the spuds out of the slow cooker, halved some and got them in the oven. Turned off the computer. So tired!
Got the nosh made earlier than usual, partly due to me feeling so drained after my little trip out to the clinic. I dined well! A vegetable hotpot (ready-made) with the extra boiled and baked potatoes added. Nice! Taste-Rating: 8.5/10.
Arrived for the last visit of the evening. Eye drops medications, and I took his BP. And it came out just fine! SYS 123, DIA 70, Pulse 77, Temp 36.6°f Fit lad! He took a snap of . The nurse in the morning. It’d been leaking again, of course, and occasionally stinging like mad. The Community Nurse may have to stick more of the padding back on.
I fell asleep the moment that departed.
But it only hasted for about 4 hours; I woke, rose, and took off the pouch automatically, thinking it must be gone by 07:00hrs at least… I was wrong, it was 02:45hrs. Tsk!
Farewell, friends, and have a festively fun future!
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I was baffled by technology…
The EENT, Doctor & Falls team called me,
I was hoping for some sort of theopneusty…
The whole day was tumultuary!
Little did I know then what Thursday would bring me.
No rest, respite; today I thought was purgatory…
My EQ warned me, I’d be turning poorly…
On Thursday, mentally and Physically!
Already my ankle has gone all scabrously…
My left leg keeps collapsing; Peripheral Neuropathy.
Today was bad enough, I have trepidity!
Doctors to see, nurses will be calling…
INR Warfarin level… No, I’ll stop writing… Thursday night now, this blogging only just starting!
I can tell you now Thursday was more gruelling,
I thought it was bad on Wednesday evening… Bad today, Thursday was less accommodating!.
If ever I get time; I don’t like hypothecating…
The left leg gave way again; hospital visiting?
This blog will again be a bit thin…
Sorry, but I’ve got a few some photos to put in.
But no notes to use, just my memory bin! – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
I do recall nearly taking a tumble when I caught the catheter night bag’s long tube. Hehe! Parkers below from the balcony. So a lot of cleaning up to do!
Waste bins sorted.
Laundry.
Heck of a job podding the peas. One for me, one for the pot… Should I save some for later? Not made into the saucepan? Early meal. The battered balls had to be thrown away. I ACCIDENTALLY LEFT THE FREEZER DOOR OPEN FOR NINE HOURS – Had to dish the contents & did an order for replacements for Thursday morning. Aargh!
Oh, missed this morning’s front car park photo off!
Evening shot.
That’s it, I’m afraid.
I don’t feel up to explaining the medical situation, and the time I had to spend away from my Little Flat.
If I get time, I’ll put it in Thursdays… if I get a chance to do one. It’s all going wrong ailment-wise.
Still, I think the nurses and therapy gals will be calling on me soon. ♥
I woke up around 06:00hrs. And immediately went into a deep “Testing-Testing… what can get done today,’ mode! A discussion with Alto-Inchie ensued. Something like this, I think, it was a short one… :What can I do about finding out about the eye drops?
: Wot, yer on abarght now? Regarding the new drops, I felt sure the nurse said to take the old ones for two weeks, then take new ones… they got them delivered post-haste, but the instruction says nowt other than take them for two weeks… no, months! The Carer said they are to be taken at the same times as the old ones, on the same day… Clear as mud to me! So? Well, I can’t find out which to do… Yer? If I take them and shouldn’t be taking the Othma, they might have to be taken last before the next operation. Hmm! I’d better try the District Nurses’ place; they might know. I can’t get through to the EENT at the hospital. Well, go on then! Wots stopping yer? Well, it’s too early to get through, yet. I tried yesterday and could not hear a word the lady was saying; so I’ll have to beg the Carer to ring them for me. Sod-all yer can do then, Inchie. Gawd, yer is pathetic! I don’t deny it! I’ll come back when yer not in Whimp-Mode! TTFN.
I escaped the clutches of the c1966 charity shop bought, second-hand, wincingly grotty, beige coloured, not mechanically working, crumb-covered from the nocturnal nibblings, itch-making, uncomfortable, virus breeding, easy-to-fall-out-of, recliner… to remove the night pouch, with difficulty and a degree of confusion and concern; from the contraption. The flow had stopped flowing, and the day bag was a much deeper colour than the night bag. I was backing up, and not allowing me to pee involuntarily. As would be expected, but still a surprise to me. Emptied the night ppouch then the day bag, and what a difference in colour! Carer Chris later identified the two mixed together as a level four on the NHS chart. I think the tubing must have gotten trapped or twisted in the night. It looked okay this morning, and after a bit of jiggling and tube-squeezing, it flowed all right.
Took a snap of my ankles, but it turned out to be a terrible photographic effort. I swapped the night sunglasses for the 8-year-old day, cracked lens ones.
Off to the wet room, to urgently utilise the . Then get the full works done of the session tackled. With the aim of beating last week’s record-breaking 1hr-35 minutes time!I was determined to… I just don’t understand why? I should have known what was going to happen with me trying to rush things. .
❶ The first bloody session was the shaving! I think a new record had been cut – eight small knicks, distributed around the chin, cheek, neck and earholes. ❷ Cut gums and teeth bleeding tooth cleaning. ❸ No idea how I managed it, cause I was using nothing sharp, the somehow the back was bleeding after I’d Phorpained it?
❹ Both legs and ankles had specks of blood. But more amazing to me was the were all spouting water out?
❺ During the towelling on, I caught the tubing on , and this left Little Inchies .
However… carrying the water from the kitchen to the waited for 3 months for repair broken not filling itself WC Water Tank, went staggeringly well! But her pain-giving mode must have been set on delayed-action-mode, cause she was giving my agony later in the day.
To really depress me, the session took me 2hrs-10mins by the time I came out of the wet room. Sorry that I looked at the clock now!
Carer Chris arrived, too early for me to ask him to ring the District Nurse HQ to ask for advice on the ear-drop situation. He issued the Maxitrol drops and the morning medications, saying he’d try later on his next call, Bless him. He took the waste bags with him when I remembered to ask him for once, I wish I’d not remembered to ask now.
Another hard job, getting the slippers back on. Took another picture. In doing so, I spotted that the flexible tube that holds the connector to the night bag, was not there? I imagine it must have been in the waste bag now, that Chris had taken with him. So, it will be either a new day bag that will need fitting, or knicking a flexible tube from a new bag; and putting that on this bag.
I finally made a start on the completion of the Thursday blog. But not for long. About ten minutes later, the Oligarchs Liberty-Global Virgin Media went down. Most aggravating! It came back on of its own accord in toughly eight minutes. Stayed on for twenty minutes, and off again! I diverted to creating some things in CorelDraw. Half an hour, the smoke & mirrors money manipulator, Liberty-Global, came back online.
Carer Chris returned. Tablets, Phorpained the back for me, and Peptac was given. The lad then rang the District Nurse to ask about the eye-drop staking dates. He was told we have to ring the doctor, which he did for me. Who told him that the Ophtha drops were only for pain relief when and as needed. Oh yes, thought I?
The lad left, and me asking him if he can try to call the EENT department at the QMC, who gave me the eardrops last visit. Chris said he would try, but maybe they would have closed by then. We can only try again!
Legerdemain, illusionist, and Hocus-Pocus experts who own Virgin Media, Liberty-Global, struck again with another failure of their pretend service going down yet again. This time I had to lose work again. Everything off, including the ensorcellment-ensuring Virgin Media box, and reset it. Eventually, it came back on. Well done, Mr £26 million salaried Liberty-Globals Fries. Jealous? Me? No! .
Will I ever have another good, problem-free day? .
Well, well, as Victor Meldrew on the TV said: “I Don’t Believe it!“ But, of course, I do believe it. The regularity of the illusionist’s failure at Liberty Global; their failure…and I believe intended failure to correct any problems, and cunningly now inviting me via email, to move to another supplier… I kid you not. Here is it:
Hence confirming my prediction of last week! Other suppliers? They have shares in or own at least 12 other internet companies in Europe and the UK. This is the ulterior motive proved! If we give as lousy service as we can, treat the idiot customers like shit. Overcharge them, ensure there are multiple signal losses every single day, and confuse the hell out of them with our double-talk, financial-escamotage, illusionism and not give a toss… What comes next, Oligarchs?
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Carer Chris called again. And he called the EENT as I requested him to – Gobsmacking, he got through to a human voice within a minute! I could not hear, of course: but he said that after the call; (So much for the Doctor)
UPDATED INSTRUCTIONS FOR EYE DROPS PROCEDURE
The two-month issue of the two eyedrops was to be taken together with a minimum time between as indicated. The old Maxitrol is to continue with four applications a day for two months. As before, over the same period… The new Ophtha will be three times a day for two months. The Ophtha is not to be taken until 5 minutes after using the Maxitrol. Also, after application, the patient is to gently use his index finger, to gently massage the eye from the corner nearest the nose for a minimum of three minutes. With both drops, you should wipe away any spillages from the eye that goes onto the skin.
Well, we did ask for the instructions! And we got them. Haha!
I’m getting fed up with this crap! , UTTER CRAP. but they know it!
The late Carer was DM. A lovely gal. Got a grasp of the new procedure eventually. It’s so complicated. No Ophtha on the last call. We spent a while working out the procedure needed. I explained about the day bag not getting much urine, and my stomach was even bigger than usual. Thus, I forgot to ask for the night bag to be attached. Then again, if no urine is getting through?
Got some food made because Liberty Global have done in my resistance to their dirty deeds! I’ll get some food and catch up here in the morning! (00:10hrs)
MORNING HAS BROKEN LAST NIGHT’S SKY PHOTOGRAPHS. Faces, animals in the clouds. Bootiful!
NOSH-TIME
The most looked forward to meal of the year. Flavour-Rating: 6.5/10. Not as good as I had hoped, but still!
Night Pouch Attaching: I faffed about and got the night bag onto ; the urine began to flow, but very slowly indeed. Then even though I was guzzling the soda water, it stopped suddenly. I was pleased in the morning that more had got through, but the tube and day bag was chocker-blockers with urine waiting for transit? Haha!
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£958 has gone from my bank account. Despite Kara, and Carolynne, trying to get me back onto the online account and arrange paper statements, things remain the same. Chris went with me bank meeting and did most of the talking for me, but still no progress.
Then the eye drop medications arrived, but I don’t know if they should both go in on the same day for 8 weeks or one of 4, then the other for 4 weeks? I tried to contact the Surgery, but it was multiple choice options, and I never got through to a human. This morning’s carer said she’d try to help, but it will take time. I am a little nervous about what to do about this. If anyone has the time, I’ll ask if they can call the EENT for me, so I can relax the tension I’m feeling about it, Puddled seems a suitable word to use.
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I got a good three hours sleep in. Waking without any jumps or jerks around 07:00hrs. Took off the night pouch, and needed the Porcelain Throne almost straight away. So, off to the wet room. Not so messy this morning; also, Back-Pain Brenda didn’t play up so much as I hauled the water to the waited 3-months-for NCH maintenance crew to get the water tank filling and the cold water tap to run again, for me. I thought I take snaps of the ankle and feet. Although the first one on the right here was interfered with because they were in a bit of a mess again this morning. Shaking Shaun and Shuddering Shoulder Shirley were competing for the title of worst current ailment. Hehehe! Took another one. They didn’t look too bad in the photograph; it could be my eyes were playing me up. They are definitely worse than last week. Tried to get a close-up when I got back in the main room. They still looked calmer on the picture and screen than direct from my eyes. I also noticed how cold the bottom of the feet was… they’ll be a reason for this, mark my words. No idea what!
Got the waste bags sorted, and a new one started in the kitchenette. I got onto the computer to get the snaps uploaded and doctored if needed. Then made a start on finishing the Wednesday blog off. As I began, chimed out, and Carer Richard came in. Had a bit of a mind-blank here. I remember greeting him, vaguely talking about the new eye drops, and saying cheerio to the lad, but in between was and is a mystery. Getting a lot of these lately. Why, I ask? No answer, of course, nobody else here. Well, fancy that, and pickled walnuts for supper… WHAT A SURPRISE! ? The right eye was beginning to itch a lot, as it did yesterday, but there were the odd few minutes when it stopped, but it always started again. The wee-weeing from the catheter was not very strong, so I upped drinking the soda water to encourage it a bit.
I went for the daily mug of tea while waiting for the oligarchical $26 million a year salaried Mike Fries company of number-crunchers to try to get the signal back on their pathetically run company they spent billions of $’s buying, only to destroy its reputation… there has to be some ulterior motive in this, which I don’t know. But rest assured, it will be financially advantageous, if dubious.
Carer Kara arrived. She was in a hurry but gave me a minute to explain about the worry over the eye drops, bless her. Said she’d try to get something sorted, but it takes a long time; thank you, Kara. ♥
, I got a text message from the bank. There has been over £900 taken to pay for something. This worries me a lot. Was it the electricity bill?
Window cleaner Joe arrived next. Done in no time, gave him my last tenner.
And then, as I was hobbling to get another bottle of water…! As ! I crawled back into the other room to use the c1966. charity shop bought, second-hand, wincingly grotty, beige coloured, not working, crumb-covered from the nocturnal nibblings, itch-making, uncomfortable, virus breeding, easy-to-fall-out-of, recliner as leverage to get back up on my feet again… , I had a good against the swivel chair’s legs. After a few mild curses were uttered… well, not mild really; I misjudged the distance the bottle of water was away from me, down it went. watering my beet and the carpet! Expletives ensued, many of them. The feet had taken a battering with the stubbing and struggling back up. Now unintentionally doused with soda water. One hell of a job to get them cleaned and dried off.I checked on the water papules on both legs; all were dry this time, with not a leak in sight. The intercom rang; it was the new medication drops arriving. The NHS man handed them to me, and as I was closing the door – I have a sense, feeling, that I don’t need to tell you this, and you have guessed? Yes… another ! I took an extra painkiller later. Now I am really confused! Got the medications out of the bag, and was puzzled and flummoxed to see two more droppers of the one I’d been using. I thought They said I was getting two new types. This brought into question; Did Did I mishear when they said two weeks of one, then two weeks of the other? Should I be putting them both in one eye for just two weeks, or a month? I mentioned my problems to the evening Carer, with hopes of getting some advice or help with the problems, that are important to me, futilely. I’m stone baffled.
The instructions, Kara saw that the dosages were now 4 times a day for the Maxitrol, and 3 times a day for a month for the Optha drops. (2×80 doses). I can’t see to read them, though; problem upon problem adding up all the time now. I fear my spirits are getting dampened. All of the difficulties not being tackled are adding up.
I have not got the resources, skills, or capabilities to solve anything nowadays. Depression is gathering momentum, and no one cares or can help. It’s enough to make one think of giving in. Not that anyone is interested any more… I’m getting less interested and frustrated too. And, there is always a problem, new problems every day. Not to mention I want to know why it is hot and humid today, but the soles, toes, and ends of my feet are so flipping cold! Hehehe! Got to try and see the funny side, or have you?
I made a graph to use for the drops, that is, if they are for the same eye and both need to be used. I’ll try to ring them again in the morning; if I can find the number.If I can hear what they say, and do not get it wrong or forget what they tell me. It would be unquestionably best if I could get someone to do it for me. I bet that Kara may have already rang them for me by tomorrow. Bless her cotton socks. Then I need help with bank issues, that have to be sorted. They have Kara as my legalised communicator, so no one else will be listened to. I mentioned this to Chris, who went with me to the bank the other Thursday, tonight, and he confirmed that is what the bank man had said.
Yes, them obliarchalistical money manipulators don’t help me find any peace, either, do they? They seem to me, to be a number-crunching, hoodwinking Artful-Dodger type, flimflam and hokum, legerdemain, prestidigitation, experts. Possibly world leaders in chicanery and doublespeak. Jealousy, of course!
Back in the morning… hopefully!
Took these shots while in the kitchen. To the left, and to the right.
These mystery snaps, I’ve no idea about. Can you help me?
The bottom of my feet are still really cold to the touch. But the inflammation is going down on the ankles.
Turning off now, going to make a meal. I fancy some spuds, garden peas and the last of the mini-vegan sausages. So, that’s what I’ll have. But I didn’t. I had a tin of Chunky Winter Vegetables, added the soy sausages, a dollop of beetroot Borscht, some garden peas, and some small potatoes. Oh, and a drop of liquid smoke. Got it prepped and cooked, served up, and as I was taking it into the other room…
Carer got the night pouch on, and, after a little Inchie moaning about the bank and eyedrops confusion, left me to the meal.
It was fantastic! Flavour Rating 802/10!
Sweet Morpheus was reluctant again. I couldn’t get to… oh, what’s the word? SLEEP, that’s it. Such a rarity nowadays!
