Up at 06:20hrs. The night pouch was removed. Which started off very annoyed with me, Back-Pain-Brenda, for the rest of the day. Huh!
However, the urine was a healthy colour. Got the pouch emptied. Wrapped it was per the instructions in a blue bag. Then thought I’d better get a shave at long last. I stripped (Not the catheter, of course) and had a good stand-up body scrubbing session. As I was about to get the shaving done, the door chime chimed. No, I didn’t mean that… the intercom chimed; luckily, I’d left the wet room door open, or else I’d never have heard it. It was the Ocado delivery I ordered last week and forgot all about, and ordered an Asda delivery for today as well. I know, four weeks on the trot now that I’ve done this. Is there no hope for me?
Not a lot of things, though, but some expensive stuff in there, And some favourites that no other store stocks now?
Like Marmite crisps, well loaded up now!.
The costly Flash mop thingamajigs, wet and dry pads. They were on sale at half-price!!!
Then the Lynt Easter eggs the carers like, and fresh (Kenyan) podded peas: neither of which are available elsewhere!
Some reet treats here, Alcohol-Free fizzy pretend champagne. Blood orange tonic weather as well. I shared a bottle of the ersatz plonk with someone later on.
Then after getting things put away and taking a painkiller to appease the bone-shaking Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley, the door chime did go off, and in came Carer Richard as I was putting the kettle on.
The lad got down to sorting out the medications for me, and we had a few minutes of the nattering session, during which he gave me some advice. He was feeling a smidge better, he said this morning. Great news; if he meant it, bless him. Off he trotted, with me telling him to get to bed. Hehe!
Moments later, the Asda order arrived. A big one this was; it filled eight carrier bags and two boxes.
Accifauxpa getting one of the carriers inside. I was carrying it with both hands and tripped over the stick as it fell from my arm… This caused the inserted into Little Inchie Catheter Cathleen tubing to be yanked a little. Christ, it hurt!Still does, actually, nine hours later!
However, being the trooper, hero, and brave bold man I am, after stopping the bleeding, I just got on with the mammoth job of sorting out the delivery.Naturally, it didn’t bother a man of my calibre in the least.
I realised that I’d bought several packets of pickled onion crisps. Cause I’d forgotten that I’d ordered the Marmite crisps. I may have to live on them for a few weeks… along with the Cheesy Curls… But no, to my amazement, they had delivered so many of the items that they had not had in for ages, I ordered two of them or another variety… they fooled me and only had one item not available.
I restocked the Carers and Nurses shelf.
Hohoho! Just look at the new biscuits they had in stock!.
Galaxy Chocolate digestives – Bootiful! Maryland Cookies – Caramelised! Great!
A sliced Farmhouse loaf!!!
Very Nice!
Well, a nicely stocked fridge & Freezer now!
I am a glutton!
To say how busy I was all day…
Thus not concentrating on drinking, I was pleased with the urine flow. Although in the evening, it did get a bit bloody.
Just after midday, a shot of the Sherwood housing.
Then things got busy and went pear-shaped after Carer Kara, Sarah or Samantha visited to see me… Sister Jane rang, and we had a nice gossip. Nurse Christina called to say she would be coming tomorrow to take the INR blood test for me. Esther called to see how I was. Bit unfortunate in the timing cause just as I caught the damned catheter tube again, Argh! And the blood flowed as she rang, so I could not concentrate properly on what she was saying. Then a belated Amazon delivery arrived, washing soda. Then…
It was getting late, and my eyes were as usual, getting increasingly blurred; I think I must have hit the wrong combination of keys, and CorelDraw froze on me! I lost all the work I’d just done as I was about to save them to file. Grrr! I had to force close things and restart the computer. With fingers crossed that all the photos of the sunset and the day’s happenings would still be on CorelDraw – HA! No chance! I booted and opened CorelDraw, and ALL THE WORK I’d done over the last three hours HAD BEEN LOST! Not only did I have to do it all again, but the file had to be name changed, and I lost over an hour trying to find the original to do so!
Not going too well at the moment!
Carer Charley arrived, and we laughed and nattered for a short while, which cheered me up a smidgeon.
I took the above picture while waiting for the kettle to boil.
This below is the last day photo I’d taken and forgot to put on earlier.
You can see the sunset getting ready to appear at the bottom. And Bootiful it was when it came.
I had another bash at this blog, then got myself something to eat. A reet treat, too!
Well, apart from the soggy tomatoes and not nice Kenyan peas and slightly tasteless potatoes, The imitation pork & strawberry cheesecake were fine. Taste-Rating: 6.2/10.
Arrived. Got the and the medications are given. We put the world to right during our three-minute chinwag. (We brought back hanging, 20-year minimum sentences for anyone who kills anyone with a vehicle, Escooters, or bike) Made a life term to be a life term for murderers, and got rid of all the Parole Boards, and sentenced everyone involved in freeing a convicted killer to murder again to life imprisonment on bread & water, with no visitors and no medical treatment. Made cannabis legal, unless when driving. Brought down the cost of Vodka for Richard, and Marmite Crisps for me. Well, that was a fine start. Now we have to form a political Party. Hehehe!
DVT Nurse, then the Urology Nurse Fiona, who called twice; First, to take off the catheter and scan the bladder and returned to scan again. She was not so happy with this one. and to see how and if the urine was flowing. She’s coming back tomorrow to do another bladder scan, with ink inserted. And if necessary, to put the catheter back in. Oh, dearie me! Amazon delivery. Important letters arrived. Trotsky Terence was in full charge of the many messy Porcelain Throne usages. I took a tumble in the hallway. Got to stop taking the Anti whatsit capsules… but may need to start taking them tomorrow according to the ink reading results on the scanner. I’m thoroughly confused now. Although this is nothing unusual.
Burnt fingers on the oven. Then I lost the mobile phone. Found it four hours later… I prefer not to say where I found it… Oh, go in then… It was in the oven!?!? Luckily the oven was not on. The question is, why and how did I put it in there in the first place? Pass!
So, an even busier day, the photos and graphics will get put on. Many memory blanks, it’s getting late already and I’ve not started the blog graphics yet.
Two morning photos were taken between the multitude of messy, spongy, gooey visits suffered. .
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Potatoes are put in a slow cooker around 08:00hrs.
Got taken out around 21:00hrs.
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Got the Night Catheter off.
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The eighth visit to the .
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The ninth visit to the .
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Nurse Fiona arrived, she was a breath of fresh air, Bless Her! (Yes, I fell in love again!) She was here for well over an hour. When she’d painlessly removed the catheter from Little Inchie, she did a bladder scan.
Too much urine in the bladder. Back to water drinking. That amount of urine should have been released into the catheter. She said she’ll return later in the afternoon to have a look. Constantly reminding me to drink, drink, drink! Hehe! So I drunk!
The Asda order arrived
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Made sure I guzzled water while putting the food away!
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Bit naughty with the biscuits?
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Cut back on this order
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Although… maybe not enough? Haha!
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When Fiona returned, I’d shrank a two-litre bottle of Valley Spring water. A one-litre Sunrise water and a flavoured 2-litre Elm Water.
I showed Fiona the water bottle for the urine and the drops I’d passed, and Fiona seemed happy enough with my efforts. She asked me to try and pass again, which I did, but not a lot. Seeing the liquid changed her mood a smidgen, And she did another bladder scan there and then.
She, or someone else, will return tomorrow with a different scanner. I don’t think she was impressed with whatever it was that the scanner revealed. She repeated that if I can’t pass more water, they will have to refit the Catheter in the morning; if so, I’m to restart taking the Acute Pyelonephritis capsules. It’s all go here!
Teatime rains
Around 19:30 hrs. Wonderful sky!
Carer Kara and Joseph called during the day. Kara will try to contact Easy-Link to get a lift to the Coppice Mental Health Hospital for me. And contact Easy Link about whether or not I owe them or they’ve taken the money out.
Well, fancy that!
Straps were left by Fiona in case the catheter has to go back on tomorrow. at the thought of it!
Fiona left reminders for me about things. I can’t remember what they were at the moment. They were for the carers as well, I think.
Did the late call on me. Checked the Meds, taps, and cooker. He wrote a message in marker pen on the fridge door, as he knew I was abbot to cook my belated meal of the day, to remind me to turn off the taps and cooker.
Early morning nosh prepared. Very nice, too, it was.
Flavour Rating 8.5/10.
I REGRET I’M NOT VERY WELL TODAY. THE ANNE GYNA TABLETS, ALONG WITH THE MONTHS PRESCRIPTIONS, HAVE NOT BEEN RECEIVED OR FETCHED (As you can read in the Ode above, my love).
HAD CARER RICHARD NOT GONE OFF SICK, I’M CERTAIN THAT HE WOULD HAVE SPOTTED THE PROBLEM AND SORTED THIS OUT.
I’m not up to coping with computing. The constant noise from the imbecile dwelling above me and the Cataract, Glaucoma eyes worsening. The big thing is the Angina pain from the lack of tablets; this is also constant. The months’ prescriptions were, I was informed by a Carer, coming Friday – then Saturday; it’s now Sunday, no chance of getting any today. Today, they are coming tomorrow, on Monday. Tuesday, I’ve got an appointment with two different nurses, one DVT and another, can’t remember what department she is from… possibly the Mental Health hospital, but I’m guessing here.
PLEASE FORGIVE THE LACK OF CONTENT. TUESDAY WILL BE THE SAME, WITH THE APPOINTMENTS I’VE GOT TO GO TO. I can zoom in on CorelDraw and Word, so will try to put the Ode, HC Log and Nottingham News Snippets in. For any photos, I’ll just not have the time to doctor or comment much on any. Cheers.
Early morning shots. Health Check Log
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Egyptian Cotton shirt.
Alright then, made in China cotton. Hehehe!.
No concentration.
Carer Ty told me I’d been given the wrong tablets this morning; I was given the evening doses! No wonder I feel so bad. What with no Omeprazole, now I’ve taken too much Warfarin, and the level is already too high!
The only thing that’s keeping me going at this moment, is that France are losing to Argentina – not that I like it, anyway. France made a comeback in the second half and ended at 3-3 in extra time. Then on to penalties to decide. Argentina won 4-2. I should have felt sorry for France’s Mbappé, with three goals in a world cup final and ended up on the losing side. But I didn’t.
I’ll get something to eat; I’ve got a potato in the crockpot. I’ll see what’s left in the fridge and freezer to have with it, not that I’m hungry with the Angina perpetually performing its pain-giving. If it’s cooked (the potato, not the pain). I might try to bake the slices in the oven. Oh, Ann Gyna ain’t half giving me some grief! Things are not good!
A well-seasoned spud in the pan. I would have had this if I didn’t forget to turn the slow cooker on. .
Last bag of cheese curls instead. Humph!
. Bit of a mist coming on.
. The odd-looking bag of BBQ flavouring filled three of the food containers. I put a lot of the seasoning into the beans. But couldn’t really taste anything BBQish?. SHAME! Taste: 7/10. – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
The Late safety call carer did no arrive.
Stayed awake as well so as not miss them!
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05:30hrs: I stirred, and as I began to move, I could have sworn that the room was full of people who stood around drinking, like at a party around me! Oower!.
The images faded. Mayhap they were part of a dream I’d been having? Or not.
I found the readings from last night’s Health Checks; they were stuck in my protection Pants when I took a wee-wee. (Don’t ask, please!) I put them in the NHS Analyser and got these figures. Same for 3 days now.
Off to the wet room again to utilise the . All went well. A painless, bloodless and mess-less evacuation!
Emptied, cleaned and sanitised the NWWB (Nocturnal-Wee-Wee-Bucket).
I got some spuds sorted for the crock-pot. Rubbed in some Ben’s smoke flavouring, let it soak in, and placed the dish on top of the microwave for later use.
But forgot all about these until I spotted them several hours later.
I went all industrial and work-ethically minded; when I remembered Sister Janet and Brother-in-Law Pete were coming later.
I got the wines I’d been getting for over the last year and got them in the box.
The top one was all wines. Well, they do love them!
The bottom box had some spirit mixers, Glengettie tea bags and some other stuff; the Dementia Doreen had already made me forget the contents within. Da Bitch! Next, I tackled a bit of cleaning up on the mini-hallway.
Not a hard job. And it took me only half an hour or so.
But Anne Gyna was not pleased with me in the slightest… in fact, she got rather nasty with me. Even gave me a few stabs of pain in the outer ribs, which meant she was really angry with me for doing all the bending down.
The short-lived domesticalisationing period was abandoned after this.
I went back onto the computer and replied to the mass of comments that had come in for me on WordPress. I answered them both. I got a text message as I was doing the comment replying; it was from Iceland. They had some products unavailable and three substituted. Took a look at the email link, and no problem with them this time. Returned to the comments and got them finished.
I had an instant, no-warning arrack from Dizzy Dennis. I’ve been free of these for months now, so it came as a bit of a shock. Short and sharp, but during those few minutes, it was impossible to stand up safely. Mmm?
Once able to, I rose and went in to make a few of Thompson’s Punjana tea.
I took the first photo through the kitchen window.
Then noticed the snow on the roofs of the nearer houses.
It was not thick, more like a dusting that was in the process of defrosting as the day moved on.
I took a few more shots of the streets, ways and avenues housing.
The next to the last, the penultimate picture going downwards… I’m waffling again, am I not? Sorry.
Anyway, Devonshire looked like it had plenty of Saturday workers living there.
The drive lines in the road showed signs of tyre tracks.
Some coming home, and others leaving for work.
The final shot was a great disappointment to me. I noticed the moon had come through the moving clouds, and I retrieved the put-away Lumix camera to take a shot of the moon. But it didn’t get through the clouds again. Grumph!
Later on, when putting the photographs onto CorelDraw, the 4th down shot appealed to me as a possible competition for this blog. It doesn’t seem a good idea now, but it did then.
It was the Iceland delivery arriving. The driver kindly dumped the carrier bags in the doorway for me and shot. But he did first, move the heavier ones, containing the last of the collection for a year’s wines for Sister Jane and Brother-in-Law Pete for Christmas.
The size of the slotted cream shortcake biscuits I bought was amazing! See the comparison of the size against the stove and hob.
I also bought a tub of nibbles for the Carer’s party at Christmas. That was bigger than I thought it would be, too… but not as colossal as the Shortbreads were. Hehe!
Next photo, the vegan stuff is for me, the others as treats and thank yous.
I used to love those chicken frankfurters, but I had no temptations to have any. Well, I did, but I resisted them!
I’d got some Spring Water, 4×2 litres, as last year in December, they became hard to get. So this year might be worse? Sliced Wholemeal cobs, or bread rolls, and some self-treats. Jacob’s Leicester cheese crackers! Yee-Haa!
I got the Friday blog finished and posted. To the accompaniment of Herbert’s clang, tap tapping.
Things suddenly became hectic! Jane & Pete arrived. They didn’t have a lot of time, and I wanted to take a photo of them to put on this blog. Once we started talking I forgot all about the picture taking (Afterwards, this made my blood boil with self-hatred for forgetting to!) arrived. Now I had three voices to confuse me… Then or turned up. I was in a mental pickle. Unsure of what happened then, but I recall going to the elevator to speak to Jane & Pete and thinking I’d forgotten why… no, I’m sure I forgot. I was well-confused by then.
Ah, yes, I recall it now; we (Jan, Pete and me) went on the balcony; Pete said they had to park at the end of the buildings. I suggested we take a photo of it. I did it on the Lumix, and Pete used his Samsung Galaxy S22 Ultra, £2005 mobile
Well, well, well, the internet is down, I’m all confused about everything, Ann Gyna is giving me some… and now Herberts started off again! Never a dull moment at number 72! Hehehe!
Arrived while I was watching the England v France match. We both agreed that it was a fix. The ref had definitely been bribed to ensure the French animals got away with foul and foul, and he booked the English players as well. Our missed penalty, by, of all people, Harry Kane, was a heart-breaker.
The poor chap must be devastated.
Losing to the French is never easy.
This time, it could have a crippling effect on the player’s morale.
Not that France needed to play so dirty, they could have won without the help of the obviously back-handed bent referee. They are a good enough team. Spit!
So, listen to this, you may not believe it, my maties: I woketh up and soon had it worked out that I’d been asleep for very nearly eight hours! EIGHT HOURS! Danged well staggering! I didn’t write the time on my memory pad, but it was almost light when I went to make a brew and take these two photos through the kitchen window. I didn’t make the tea after all and made for the wet room to get the Ablutionalisationing done. Collecting the clothes needed for afterwards, with me. The teeth-cleaning triggered , and it bled a fair bit. The shaving went well, just two teeny-weeny nicks, and they didn’t bleed much at all. At had to divert to the before getting into the shower. That didn’t go so well. A smidge messy, it seems that is making a fight out of it, for control of the evacuations with . He’s ahead at the moment, and a messy result that needed much cleaning up and disinfectioning. Amazingly one of the tiny on the neck started bleeding after I’d looffered the back. It reminded me of that Hotel horror movie. Hehehe! I wanted to take a photograph cause it did look scary with the blood swirling around the drain. But I hadn’t taken the camera in with me. Shame, that would have looked great in the blog!Tsk! Being as it was Saturday, I decided to put the jammies back on with the heavy dressing gown. No deliveries (I thought at the time), nurses, only the carers to come today. (How even I can forget that the Iceland order was being delivered today... Made a brew, did the and on the computer to feed the figures in the analyser a create the graphics. In the Red Hypertension – 1 zone again, but not too far away from the Amber. Content with this.
The Iceland man cometh I remembered he was coming the moment I saw that… I got the bags inside and sorted them out. I did wonder why I’d bought the Starbucks Coffee at first. But as I went on sorting the other stuff out, I remembered! It was on offer at very nearly half the normal price. So I thought I get some in, in case the carers or nurses like them. I may have made a mistake. If they do like them, I can’t afford to get any more at the full price, like.
But I can’t really see anyone liking them; cold coffee? Got the bottles of wine for Christmas pressies. Two items short, but no substitutes, so that was good. Bread and Vegan pie missing.
Arrived: it was during this visit that I had a mind-blank, I think. I know I was talking almost non-stop… or was I? Oh, I don’t know. Many hours later, I sort of came around a lot and found this was the only other photo on the SD card. Nothing concrete in the memory box, but maybe I was seeing this and thought about how active and fun-loving I was in those days. Or, maybe even proud of winning my first-ever angling cup fishing match award? Most likely, I was feeling guilty for fishing in the first place? I had been working on CorelDraw and Excel doing a blog. I had no idea what time it was, and as I turned to look at the clock… Came in. I reckon I was nattering away again. As Jodie was picking up the bags to leave, she said she could not get in the key safe. I went out to her, and we both tried again, but no luck. Must mention this to Deana or Julie.
I took some photos of the evening view.
Better check on the taps and stove. make sure I’ve not left anything that might be during my absence of awareness hours.
I tried catching up[ on the blogging. Spent a few hours at it and realised things were not going well.
Which brought to mind the appointment at the Mental Health place regarding Doreen Dementia. The address is confusing and long-winded; I’ll have a look at the Google map if I remember. Hazelwood House, The Coppice, Highbury Hospital, Highbury Road, Bulwell, Nottingham NG6 6DR. The bits of the letters and pamphlets I can read (and forget so easily). tell me: Bring your Medications, Eyeglasses & hearing aids. Wear a face mask. Use your own toilet before leaving home. Bring only one carer/relative with you. Bring your own drink if needed. You must arrive for your appointment early. Try not to be more than 5-minutes early. Use the hand-sanitiser on arrival. During your appointment, a hand sanitiser is to be used. Leaving Your Appointment: When finished, a member of staff will walk you through showing you the way out. I’ll have a look at the map now.
Not confident; I can’t find which reception I’ll need. Knackered now. No desire for food or drink.
Get my head down, I think. Hope I’m up to doing Josie’s meal in the morning.
Changed my mind as I was getting the jammies on. I needed a meal, after all.
I made up a meal that looked okay. But it wasn’t; I was not concentrating, methinks. The veggie burger and pastie were only warm at best. The sausages were undercooked. Taste: 3/10! Still, didn’t visit, so I had a good sleep for once.
Sorry for the contents being short on details today. One of those impossible-to-concentrate days.
Another can’t-get-to-sleep night. But at least I slept in, a reaction from the body mayhap in protest at Sweet Morpheus’s attitude to my requests for rest. So I reckon I’d got nigh on 6-hours of kip, much better.
I didn’t get up until 06:30hrs. A hint of mode came to me when I realised that if I slept this long on Wednesday, I could blob getting the lift to the hospital. Oh, dear!
I got up, had a wee-wee, emptied and cleaned the overnight bucket, and pressed on with getting the sorted. A couple of nicks shaving, but nothing serious. The teggies, shaving and washing etc., went rather well, actually. With the Porcelain Throne session, though. Unexpectedly, Trotsky Terence took over the bowels this time. What a mess!
I dressed and got the computer on, and did the health checks for today.
Well, what a nice surprise! Still in the Amber. .
arrived while I was making a brew and looking at what I’d got to eat for dinner in the fridge and cupboards.
Richard got the medications sorted and went and fetched the Flash speed mop and assembled it was a little quick for me to follow, but he kindly went through it again a little later for me. Who’s getting thick in his Dementia Doreen affected days? Hehe! You’re right!
Not only that, he used it… Fancy using someone’s new mop for the first time! It’s taken the edge off of my enthusiasm now, for the first time to use it. Hehehe! Only joking!
I must say he did it in no time. He didn’t move everything out of the way for this demonstration, and it seemed like three minutes before it was done! Not confident about setting the new pads, but when I’ve done it a few times I should be alright. As long as the shakes don’t come on while I’m trying to fit them. What are the odds you’re offering for that a fit, shake, involuntary leg dance and or that the neurotransmitters don’t go offline when I try to fit the pads the first time? Hahaha!
Richard put the attachments on the old Carers table for me, telling me to leave them there, so you don’t lose them, keep them in sight! Richard knows what’s what. Bless him!We had a little natter, and he had to go; understandably, his bed awaited his attention.
I slipped him some treats, I insisted, said my farewells and thanked him for his help. But something was not right the moment he departed, and I shut the door; EQ told me not to panic… I wasn’t panicking. at least, I didn’t think I was. I thought I was in a good mood after just having Richard helping me. Annoyingly, EQ did not to me speak again? Somethings coming up that do me no good, but what and when? I forgot all about it and went to make a brew of, not Glengettie – for I have run out of their teabags. I could have sworn I had a box of them in the spare room, too! I also believed I had another box of the Co-op 99 teabags, but neither was seeable? Such are the mysteries of Woodthorpe Court, with the ghosts, wraiths, spectres, cacodemons, apparitions, and other grotesqueries that haunt the hallways and lobbies, searching for Inchcock; to curse with bad luck, create ambiguities, abstrucities, perplexities, misfortunes and botherations, to scare. worry and confuse me! They hide things as well!
I took photographs of the morning view from the kitchenette window! When I got around to loading these, I found the top one from yesterday. I’m pretty certain I did not put it in the Sunday blog. The morning rain was just bringing down another mini mudslide at the end car park.
I took a shot of the much-missed tree copse. I really loved walking through that up the hill to the Woodthorpe Grange Park every day… sadly I miss the smells and the odd wildlife when walking through the trees… and if anyone was about, I’d talk to the trees and any animals showing themselves to me. I noticed how full the bottom car parking spaces were, and this made me realise how late I’d got up, and it brought about the worries of me not getting ready in time if the hospital transport came early. In fact, I dreaded missing them.
It cheered me up so, to see it was Nurse Hristina from the Phlebotomy DVT Warfarin Clinic to take a blood sample for the INR reading. She patiently read the Cataract letter for me to see if there were any signs of whether or not they were going to perform the operation on Wednesday – or if it would be another two Pre-assessments. I’ve had six already? When Deana rang the Queen’s Medical Centre Hospital about it, whoever she spoke to said she didn’t know either! Getting fed up comes easier for me! Hristina was very patient with me. ♥
Very belatedly, I got on the computer to update the Sunday blog, going on the WordPress comments section first. After an hour or two, a message came up from Microsoft warning about heavy rain in your area today?
Herbert in the flat above started his banging about again. I did not retaliate. Although I’m not saying I wasn’t tempted to. Eventually, very late on, I got the updating done and posted.
l wandered into the kitchen and added some items to the planned meal.&- Roasted veg sauce and some soya imitation bacon bits.
While making a brew, I think whatever EQ was on about affected me. Not going into detail; just saying that my concentration was abysmal. I struggled to get making a brew of Thompson’s Punjana tea made properly. I decided to sit down for a while to drink the tea. (It went cold) I nodded off, and I was flabbergasted when about three hours later. rudely woke me up. I thought it might be the evening carer, but no one came in. So I went to the door, and it was Josie bringing back the pots from her Sunday lunch. I was awake enough to ask her if she enjoyed it, and she answered, ‘Yes, very nice!’ That was good!
I went back to the computer, and I started doing this blog. But soon found it unbelievably hard work. Something was wrong; I just couldn’t spell words, understand them, or understand what I was doing minutes earlier… genuinely worrying.
Then the fretting over not getting up in time for the j074:00 > 09:00hr pick-up on Wednesday. Anything was likely to get me worrying at that moment. What’s going on?
Then, Herbert kicked off again. This time I matched each clatter and bang with one of my own, hitting the top[ of the tall bookcase. At least he stopped. Around 18:20 hours, I got the chilli mixture cooking. Hope the Carer doesn’t come while I’m eating it – didn’t think of that before.
As I typed that, in walked Carer Jodie. Hehehe! Early tonight, but she sounded a little Jaded. I soon got her laughing with my natterings after she did the medications. Treats in thanks, and off she went on her mission. Hehe!
Got the bean chilli and veg nosh served up. Had the last two brown cobs with it, and a lemon soya yoghourt
Very nice; the seasonings seemed to work alright. The smoked 7- Mediterranean Vegetable sauce suited this chilli.
As you can see, I didn’t leave a lot in the dish. Hahaha!
A flavour rating of 8.2/10 seemed to be a fair judgement. I just hope that the innards don’t start erupting later… Sweet Morpheus was again reluctant to let me nod off. He relented in the early hours of the morning, and I think I got four-hours-uninterrupted shut-eye! Then sprang awake, nodded, woke, slept, woke, fell asleep, woke… Humph!
03:00hrs: I woke, but without the usual jump and or jerk? Not complaining, mind you. As I was manipulating the challenging struggle to get up on my feet, I got a little help to make me move faster… The rapidly getting urgent need of a wee-wee!As I approached the grey overnight bucket, it became apparent that I would also require using the Porcelain Throne. So, I went to the Porcelain Throne. Well, it seemed sensible! Boy, what a session! I’d got myself ready for the usual struggle to pass, got the crossword book out… Things started moving straight away! Smoothly, painlessly and bloodlessly! Yee-Ha!
Rinses and cleaned, and went out into the kitchen to get the kettle on.
Number One: I took these photos of the morning view as the water boiled, and I made a right mess of the first one. I didn’t think I’d even had any shakes, , and were not giving me any bother? But I still made a hash of it. Tsk! The second try came out a lot better, even if not like modern art, as the first one was. Hehe!
Then, as I was making the tea, there seemed to be water all over the countertop. At first, I thought the kettle was leaking. But after a quick inspection, I found nothing untoward there. The water seemed to be getting worse, so I got some paper towels and wiped it up. Then had, a look up to see if anything was coming down through the ceiling. Nope! number two: Eventually, it clicked. The slow cooker had been leaking, and I think must have made me miss a load of it from last night. Phew!
I got on the computer to update yesterday’s blog. Five hours later, had blanked out a lot of concentration, and blogging was a morning nightmare. If anything was forgettable, do-wrongable or losable, I did it. I had to take a break, so I did.
I pottered about in the kitchen; even in doing that, I started things and moved on to sorting something else with the first thing being finished. At one stage, I started to pour all the part bottles of disinfectants into an empties spray bottle. Then found I was placing a baking potato on the counter to cook later? What? Got back to the disinfectants and saw I had no bleach under the sink. I wandered around trying to remember where I put the bleach that was delivered on… erm… last week. Talk about confused! I got back to the disinfectants and mixed in the different types and scents with each other… at least judging by the smell of them later on. And I was happy doing them?
The light was coming early. Then again, I didn’t realise how late it was in the morning then – Confusion Conrad was in charge this morning.
These three photographs were taken, its a miracle they came out so well. Because my mind seemed to want to get back to sorting the cleaning bottles? Well, I thought they did.
Came in, the poor thing was yawning again. Hehe! Got the medications sorted, and as if something had clicked during this visit, my concentration began to return? We had a little natter about this and that. I insisted she takes a drink and nibble with thanks. She took the waste bags with her. ♥ Oh, I nearly forgot; I asked her to take a look at the dates on the Enoxaparin hypodermics. They are too small for me to read them. They were well out of date. Jodie said to tell Richard on Monday. So I will!
I got back to the computer, still not concentrating as I should, but better than earlier. It’s funny that; getting it back never happened so quickly before? I wished it had lasted for longer.
The noisy neighbour from above kicked off big time with his banging and clanging. The concentration was lost again. But I pressed on, not doubt missing many errors, and making more, I got the blog finished. Then made up an Ode for today and then one for tomorrow. I was feeling so tired suddenly. Then realised I’d not had much in the way of sleep again and had been up for over twelve hours already. I got the potato in the oven: it’ll be about an hour, I should think. Now I have to ensure I don’t fall asleep, and it burns.
I’ll try to get on the WP reader now. Ah! Not done the Health Checks – Next job then! Better late than never…
Not bad, down a little anyway!
The potatoes in the oven looked like a giant passion fruit when I took a look. Hehehe! I dished it and had the last two Sourdough cobs well-buttered. Cooked chestnuts, gherkin slices, red and orange tomatoes and all of the remaining mock bacon slices. Which were rather nice! Flavour: 8/10. I cleaned the pots, wee-wee’d washed, medicated the eyes, olive-oiled the ear-holes, and got down in the c1968, £300, second-hand charity-shop bought, crumb-containing, odour-retaining, Harold’s Haemorrhoid-testing, nauseatingly beige coloured, non-working, virus-breeding recliner. To watch the regular weekday ‘Heartbeat’ episode.
But: Can you believe what they did? The Swine at Channel ITV 10, on Freeview? They only took of the Heartbeat episodes! Gits! Scumballs! Have they no compassion or understanding of senile old fools who watch this programme? (Fair enough, I usually fall asleep when the averts come on). And what did unthinking twerps show in the place of the best TV series ever made? Horse Racing! My being lucky enough not to have any pathological gambling, compulsive gambling or other gambling disorders or interest, I looked up this race day: The Breeders’ Cup 2022 with Grade 1s each way you turn at the Kentucky venue. The year-end championship for North American Flat racing, it has attracted star horses from across the globe.
But at the cost of making many old farts in the UK sulk and even get annoyed at losing their ‘Heartbeat’ to watch.
I am aware that in our block of flats where will have several senior-aged ‘Born Gamblers’ who will welcome horse racing. Good for them! Gambling is classed as an impulse-control disorder. It is included in the American Psychiatric Association (APA’s) Diagnostic and Statistical Manual, fifth edition (DSM-5). Problem gambling is harmful to psychological and physical health. Ha!The gambling-addicted lads and lasses in our apartments look fitter and happier than I am! Mind you, they all have ticks, smoke and drink!
Good luck to them, I say. A man with my luck cannot dare risk gambling, so I’m safe from one addiction, at least. Hahaha!
I’ve forgotten what I was on about now… Oh, yes, ITV Channel 10 removing Heartbeat. The Swine!
chimed out and came in. He looked a lot less tired tonight. Nice lad. We had a decent chinwag after he’d done the medications. Selected a cold can of orange juice from the fridge by way of thanks and took the waste bags to the bin on his way out.
I resettled in the £300, bought eight years ago from the second-hand shop, Harold Haemorrhoid testing, repugnantly beige-coloured, crumb containing, virus-breeding, acne-giving, rickety, itch-producing, none-working recliner. Sleep did come easier this time, but t was dream-filled crap again.
Three hours later, I burst almost nervously wide awake to find myself needing the NWWB (Nocturnal-Wee-Wee-Bucket), with a lot of PMAD (Post-Micturition-After-Dribbling) following the main event.
That did it, of course. I tried but could not get back to sleep. Humph!
I bounded out of the recliner, did some skipping, touching-toes, and a few press-ups, and went onto the balcony for the hip hingesandTai-Chee exercises. I yodelled as was worked the weights. I gave out a loud “Whoop!” as I made a perfect double-flip-over loop. I grabbed my Nokia G400, Android 13, 5G, 128GB, 6GB RAM, Glass front (Gorilla Glass 3.45), aluminium framed, Nano-SIM, GPS, GALILEO, microSDXC (dedicated slot), LED flash, HDR, panorama, FM radio, Type-C 2.0, USB. With On-The-Go Features; Sensors Fingerprint (side & rear-mounted), accelerometer, gyro, proximity, compass, and barometer. Li-Po 5000 mAh, non-removable. Charging Fast charging 20W – Power Delivery 3.0, N1530DL £345.25 mobile phone, and rang King Charles to see how he was going on and asked if he needed anyone else topping… Hahaha! 02:30hrs: Then I woke up, belched and got the taste of the cheesy potatoes I had last night come up my throat, and I took a swig of Tonic Water I’d flavoured with Roses lime juice – the two tastes did not go well together. But they blended together enough for me to get out of the £300, used, second-hand shop bought nine years ago, c1966, discomfiting, alarmingly Karki-beige coloured, crumb containing, TV remote hiding, not working recliner, on a mission to get myself a good string mug of tea, Glengettie perhaps, to rid my mouth and tongue of the terrible taste. I caught my balance and was feeling in better shape than of late. Of course, that was corporeal.
Mentally I was a wreck; Thoughts wandered into my mind at will, no chance of me sorting out any that may need attention or were important though… The need for the Porcelain Throne arose. Yesterday morning the evacuation was rock solid torpedo style – knowing my cunning innards have the ability to alternate twixt brick-like torpedoes and slimy-sludge on each visit, I anticipated that Trotsky Terence would be in charge this morning. How wrong I was! I sat there on the Throne and had to force things along painfully. I had the hearing aids in, so heard a rare plop every now and then as another one of the pebble-sized products was pressured-free, and it was like this for ages! What made it more frustrating was that I’d left the crossword book in the three-wheeled walker trolley from yesterday! The cracks in the wet room ceiling seem to have reduced? I could only see 21 today? I’m sure there were 34 yesterday? It must have been a good ten minutes or more before the last of the dark brown hazelnut-shaped turds was pressured into evacuating! What a relief I felt! But not for long; as I got up to clean things, I felt poor warm blood running down my inner thighs. I cleaned things up and gently applied some Germoloid ointment onto the pained area at the rear! Real Relief! Had a stand-up wash. I had a farce with trying to put in the Chloramphenicol antibiotic eye drops. More went down the cheek, in the nose and mouth than ever got close to the eyes! I got dressed and took a Senna tablet, just the one, to try to ease the concrete rear-end passengers’ trip to freedom on the next visit.
This could prove to be a mistake if Trotsky Terence makes a comeback on my next visit to the Porcelain Throne? To the kitchen to make a brew of tea. This time it will be a tasty Thompson’s Punjana The kettle was put on. I took this shot of the car park below from the kitchenette window. It was drizzling with rain at the time, but I’m blown if I can see any in this rather decent picture? To the balcony… Where I spotted the rain-induced mudslide from the nearby Woodthorpe Grange Park, had made another entrance into the end car park. I think there is a drain under the water, but obviously, it isn’t coping very well when we get a rainstorm. The people taking the dogs for a walk and crap go via this route, coming and going… I’ve forgotten why I said this now! Dementia Doreen! I can say this now the Doctor’s confirmed my latest ailment. Hehehe!
Sounded, and in came . I had forgotten to unlock the front door again! apart from giving me a sideways glance and tutting as he came in, he was fine about it. Haha! What a great Carer Ricard is. As we got into the room, he produced a list in an envelope of all my medications and how much and when they are given. Worra, great chap! I thanked him profusely and pulled out the pink gins I got for him yesterday at Lidl’s. That was a marvellous thing to do for me; another worry over the trip to the hospital was now sorted! Merci Mon Ami, Richard! I fear he was over-yawning again. But this didn’t stop us from having a little natter and laugh after he gave me the medications. After he’s left, taking the waste bags with him, I found a bag with some bottled water, a rice meal and chilli in it – it was for Richard! Thanks again, Doreen!
Back to the computer. This time, thanks to Jenny, I was expecting it. Yet an hour or so later, it came back on? And seemed a little quicker. But an hour later, it was back to slow coaching. We’ll see if it goes off again… if they are upgrading, it must surely go off again? Or the upgrading has failed… hard to believe from Liberty Global Virgin Media, Hahaha!
So, I got a meal made up. It looked good, and most of it was fine. Those gorgeous Frikadellens tasted superb! The tomatoes were just grand and sweet flavoured, both yellow and red ones. The Lidl Parmesan potatoes, let it down. They were so tasteless! But looked and smelt good? Taste: 6/10.
Sat down to wait for the Carer to arrive . And that was it until the Evening arrived, and I got a rude awakening stirring me back to life when the chimed from the power box in front of me, forcing a Shake, Rattle & Roll in surprise, and I all but fell out of the recliner! The lad Jozeph looked so weary and tired, he’s even caught the yawning bug from Richard – both hard-working Carers. It looked so odd when yawned with his facemask on. Hehehe! I tried to cheer him up. He got the medications sorted. He even cleaned the Pentax measure-dose pot for me and returned it to the carer’s desk. Had to push him to select a can of pop in thanks. Walked to the door to lock it, and he took the waste bags to the shoot with him.
I thought I’d try the computer again to see if it was reconnected yet, to update this blog. But my body and mind had other ideas for me… I again! And I stayed there for hours. But it was an often broken sleep, interspersed with weird dreams. Short odd senseless ones and I woke up after each one. At least, it felt like I did, to lay there trying to fathom out what it was all about, then drift off and have another dream that was short and unfathomable to me. Repetition is the word needed here.
PART RECOLLECTIONS OF THE FIRST DREAM
I dreamt I was an auctioneer... Folks were bidding to buy gunpowder? But I knew it was only chowder flour? Some as they ran to their helicopter… Said, “Aha, we’ll blow up another tower!” A policeman I.D.’d himself, a CID inspector… He asked them to reconsider… Cause there had no M.O.T. for their copter… This dream couldn’t have been gimpier!
I had not had any sleep to speak of; one horrendous night; With Thought Storms, and each time I moved an iota, either the or else would wake me up, not that I did a lot of nodding off last night. At around 0600hrs, I was forced out of the discomfort of the £300, second-hand, musty, Haemorrhoid Harold Testing, cringingly beige, crumb-covered, not-working, rickety recliner. Standing up, and getting to the Porcelain Throne, has never been more excruciating.
I got to the wet room and proceeded with the evacuation. Apart from a little bleeding, there was no struggle or pain involved. I decided, as I have done for several days now, that as I was already in there, I’d get the done. Which I did! I felt sure that I’d hear the door chime music if a Carer Came. Started with the shaving. Determined not to get so many cuts this time, I went steady with the razors… but that was not working, not around the neck, anyway. It’s not fair that the hair does no longer grow on the head but is growing enthusiastically on the neck and shoulder tops. I’ve just got to apply more pressure to get the soft twine-like razor-blocking type. I acquired about eight cuts, all on the neck, so I couldn’t see them. Looking in a mirror at one neck hole is impossible with and jerking you about.
Got around to the medicationalisationings. Harold’s Haemorrhoids first. Always the easiest one to tackle. Then the worst one, pain-wise, Little Inchies Fungal Lesion. A few, well, many Oohs and Arghs were released while doing this task. I believe a couple of words describing my hatred of the lesion sneaked out, too!
The farce of trying to put the eye drops in the eye seemed more ridiculous than usual today.I used about a third of the new bottle, and of that, I doubt if much of it actually got into the cataracted eye. The nose, cheek, chin and chest… Yes! No problem with the nose spray. Germolenes the creases in the belly and put some on the neck cuts that were resisting the Brut and were still bleeding. I rubbed some into the hands as well. But there was no way I could get close enough to do the toes! Humph! I’d have done the toes as well with the Phorpain. But the problem’s the same, isn’t it? I can’t get to them. I think I’ll ask one of the Carers to rub them both in if they would for me.
I was getting the fresh PPs out and realised I had left the trousers in the front room. So I popped in to retrieve them from the computer room; The evening Care had let herself in and was at the Carers Desk when I limped into the room – naked, I thought at the time! Oh, what a mistake to maker! I hid behind the back of the recliner. Thank heavens that I noticed I actually had put the PPs on! Phew! The was Sam. It all happened so long ago, it 18:00hrs, and as I say, the fatigued is coming on, so with that, the memory and concentration fade. So things may be short on detail from here on, as I have only my poorly scribbled notes to go by.
I missed putting this photograph of the morning view I took earlier. Another not-too-great shot. I’m becoming quite skilled at taking these. And also the shaky-+looking pictures. Not to mention the mystery photos that came from I know not where. Oh, I mentioned them! Noisy-Neighbour Herbert, in the flat above, has been knocking and tapping away on and off for hours now. And this continued until 17:00hrs When I got a blessed relief from them. Must have been having his dinner. I am afraid I am getting pissed off with Mr Untouchable, and for an hour or two, maybe four, each time he kicked off, I hit the ceiling with Metal-Micky. Who has not left my side and has been used so many times? I hope he complains… mind you knowing that ignorant superior, loved by the Nottingham City Homes Management, it’ll be in the wrong, and I’ll get myself thrown out of the flat.
Blogging on and off all day, and as the day progresses, so do my mistakes, errors, Whooposiedangleplops and concentration.
I spotted a bag of prescriptions on the Carers table that will be left for Richard to sort out on Monday.
I keep meaning to ask Richard if Meridian might ask for some Anusol to be put on my monthly prescriptions. Having to pay over £7 for a tiny tube is prohibitive. I hope I remember to ask and that they do add it monthly. I got the bowl with some Dettol and washing-up liquid in it and gave the feet a good soak. The toes are just not easing up, pain-wise.Mind you, paying a woman £25 pounds to cut your toenails, and she cuts your toes as well, almost every time you go… Is not good! I shall ask whichever Carer comes tonight (Assuming one does come, of course) if they will rub some Germolene on the toes gently. And Phorpain Gel on the ankle and legs. Surely I must get some sleep tonight after last night’s sleepless nocturnal hours?
Just as I was correcting the multitudinous above passage, there really was a lot of them to do! Arrived and read the above passage after giving the medications. Although she was late, she still agreed to do my feet for me; bless her cotton Socks! She’d seen where the tubes were and got on with looking after me. She’d chatted while doing them and was deserving of some extra treats, which she selected. ♥
Ah, the feet felt better now! I was not hungry at all? So no cooking; I could concentrate on sleeping. Got the TV on so I could fall asleep when the commercials came on. I took a Hemp capsule; hopefully, that should calm me down, ready for the much-mossed sleep ahead. I thought I had worked out well all that I could do to encourage Sweet Morpheus to visit me. Got the computer off. Some nuts and bikkies on the Ottoman next to the chair, with a litre of blackcurrant and apple-flavoured spring water.
Now for the challenge! Can I get to sleep? Will the Thought-Storms arrive? Will the unneighbourly, superior-natured, snotty, unfriendly, superior-acting standoffish kick-off so late at night again? With his weekend concerts of banging, tap-tapping and thudding again? Or, mayhaps, either or will ruin things for me? We Shall See. I’ll report back in the morning to finish this blog. Fingers crossed of course.
I’m back. I weakened and made a meal of sorts after all. A roasted vegetable Risotto with BBQ sauce added a banana and a pot of lemon mousse. The mousse was not eaten. The fries were added, and I dined while watching the 1968, I think, cup final twixt Coventry City and Tottenham Hotspur. Flavour rating: 8.2/10.
I washed the pot, back into the recliner and soon fell asleep… Bliss!
I woke in need of a wee-wee. Assessed the time I’d had sleeping; 3-hours… better than two! While waiting for the after-leaking to stop, it took a while; I remembered the food delivery coming twixt 07:00>08:00hrs. The feet and legs were looking just fine this morning. So good, I may advertise them as a pair of 1947 legs and feet for sale. Hehe!
So, I got the sphygmomanometerisationing tended to. Then, speedily got the body temperature taken before the sphygmomanometer turned itself off to catch both sets. When I entered the results into the NHS DVT site, it would not let me put in 39 for the DIA, just told me that DIA has to be a minimum of 40. Please check your figures! So, I put 40 in to get a graph up. How frustrating to know that I must be dead with a 39 Reading. Of course, it didn’t bother me in the slightest. At least I know that’s two of us old uns that is still alive. The arrogant, noisy snotty Herbert from above started a tap-tapping, clunk concerto. So he’s not snuffed it yet, either. The view from the kitchenette window was so like an oil or water painting this morning. A Constable, mayhaps? Which reminds me, I’ve not seen a policeman on foot in Sherwood since January. No wonder crime has risen! The intercom flashed, and it was the William Morrison order arriving. One of the most disappointing deliveries, other than Iceland’s, of course, that I’ve ever had. Here’s the sad, hardly believable story. The men, through the goods into the two delivery boxes, naturally with cakes going in first, to be squashed by blah and water bottlers. Got the things sorted and put away, but t’was not easy.
They had some of the Jacob’s Leicester Cheese cheddar biscuits. I bought four packets, as they are my favourites. Taking them out of the box. Do you notice only three on the counter? Glad to report they have not substituted the Roast Vegetable Risotto, another of my personal favourites. That’s because one packet was torn open, and broken biscuits were all over the other food. I got them in a lidded tub and threw the other emancipated bits of bikkies into the waste bag. Then, disappointed, they had swapped the vegan mushroom pate with a caramelised pork & onion version. Huh!. Still, Richard can have that in the morning.
The fridge looked mighty low in stocks, even after I’d got the fresh foods packed away! The three packets of mini rolls were reduced to two; they were crushed but not as bad as the third packet, which had burst open, and I ended up washing off the sticky goo from other items delivered. By the time I’d sorted things out, I’d eaten a load of broken cheddar biscuits, a whole six mini rolls from the burst open and pre-mashed cakes. It all came back to why I stopped using Morrison direct and went to Amazon. But Morrison does not offer all their range when using Amazon, and when I read they had some Leicester flavoured cheddars, I just had to have some! Cragknangles! Sorry I bothered now!
MEAL-PREPPING: I spent the next few hours preparing Josie’s Chilli dinner. A bit of a mind-testing job… Why? I’ll tell yer!
①: The Iceland mushrooms that still had two days in-date showing; had shrivelled and gone grey. Comically, they had a Guarantee of Freshness sticker on the pack! So I had to use canned ones, which threw out my timing to get other things to be ready simultaneously.
②: Getting the potatoes done separately, as I usually do, so I can add some basil. I sliced them into Josie’s bite-size cubes and got a cut-down fingernail! ③: When I got the frozen leeks out of the freezer, attacked, I dropped the bag, and it burst on contact with the floor. I struggled to get things cleaned up, and Back-Pain-Brenda kicked in. ④: After much kerfuffling, sorting and swearing, I got the meal into one pan and on low heat to marinate. ⑤ By then, Guilt had set in when I realised all the cheddars and mini Swiss rolls I’d eaten while preparing Josie’s food.
Started blogging, at last. Not going too badly, and I went to check on Josie’s meal progress… I realised it was twenty-to-twelve already! I got the meal served up, cleaning up as I went along. As I was lifting the finished tray… an epiphany! I noticed that the kitchen clock was showing 10:50hrs. Confused now! I nipped into the front room to check the watch time, and it concurred with the kitchen clock. Had misread the wristwatch earlier. Oh, dear, what do I do now? I bravely took a gamble and delivered the meal to Josie’s door. Embarrassed beyond belief! I mumbled my pathetic Whoopsiedangleplop in getting the time wrong to Josie. I don’t think she was impressed. But she accepted the meal anyway. Like a guilty pet dog, I thanked her and scurried back into the flat. Red-faced and something of panic mode came over me.
Suddenly, I felt so tired, and a touch of Dizzy Dennis appeared. Waking up four hours later! Woken by the evening carer. I was not hungry, having digested the biscuits and cakes earlier, so I got myself down in the £300, second-hand, c1968, charity shop-bought, eyesorely-horrendously grungy coloured, haemorrhoid-testing, easily-falloutable, unfit-for-use, not working, recliner.
Arrived. Gave me the tablets one at a time but missed off the Codeine. Luckily I was more with after the kip, and I noticed. No nibbles or drinkies accepted in thanks, and he did not take the waste bags to the bin for me… and I forgot to ask her to. Tsk! She seemed a little withdrawn, just tired, methinks.
I got on with the updating of this blog. Well, this is going to take some time. Luckily the most activity was me, sleeping. Hahaha! Got the post done eventually.
Over an hour or so of slogging away on the computer, I took these three pictures of the sunsetting from the kitchenette window. I liked the last one.
The legs, feet, and ankles were slightly inflamed after days of calmness.
I think an ulcer is doing its best to erupt on the left ankle now. The right one looks and feels a bit raw, so I took off my trews. It’s hot tonight, and I’ve got the balcony doors wide open.
I had a bash at the Snippets blog; I might get it finished. Then again… (I didn’t, but I did it in the morning). Made a simple nosh. Curried chips (fries), tomatoes and fresh raw garden peas. I’d found eight escaped peas at the last count (Monday morning). The highlight was the one I discovered in the wee-wee bucket…Haha! Beats me: the bucket was about five feet from the recliner where I shelled and ate the peas and meal! The last photograph of the evening sky taken from the kitchenette window. Bootiful Nature!
With the nodding of this afternoon, sleep did not come very easily or quickly. It did eventually, belatedly putting the TV on, helped, I think. Soon as the adverts came on, I was off into the land of nod!
