– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – I got this far in the blog… and went into the kitchen to put the kettle on… , without any of choice of walkers and sticks scattered all over the flat, and…
and a sudden . burst violently forth. Because of the eye, I missed the counter that I had hoped to stop me falling… But, No! I was well off target!
I caught my eye on the corner of the surface counter. I’ve not been right ever since – mind you, that’s not saying much, is it? Haha! I try to add some photos later on. See how it goes. The good part is I got back up on my own… It was nothing to a young, fit, athletic, action-man such as me.
I’ve a constant pan in the eye now, so and going to pack up blogging; the eye strain is horrendous. My balance all to pot, and am on an involuntary mission to walk into anything handy at the moment, the depths of the £300, second-hand, musty, Haemorrhoid Harold Testing, cringingly-beige-coloured, crumb-covered, not-working, rickety recliner. I tried to take a photo of the bruised or whatever it’s called, causing it. Right hand. If it comes out I’ll try to get it in with the few I’ve already taken. Hello, treble vision then for a minute. I’ll give 111 a ring in a bit, unless it clears up, the head and eye I mean. Made a mess of that making a brew! Although not good to start with, the vision in the eye seems no worse; that’s a plus. As I say, not to fret about with a man of my calibre with great pain tolerance and a heroic stance against the ailment, who will not…
No sooner had I typed the above, and and now have joined in the onslaught! Big-Mouth-Me!
I’ll get Summat added if things go well later on.
Carer Richard arrived, and we did the eye patch off, eye-drops in, and then the patch back on routine.
TTFN. Found this piccy taken first thing when I removed the night bag from .
Took the one above later on, of the calamity kitchen where the tumble was taken.
This was later when I found I could read one of the leaflets with bigger print now. Great! It said that after 48hrs from the procedure, I could remove the patch, but must wear it at night when sleeping. Huh, took me ages to get it back on as well – but seconds to remove it.
The back of the hand was looking calmer now.
The second Carer arrived, I was doing my best to be upbeat. She was, as was Richard, confused about them sending more Finistrada tablets. I’ll ring the quack later, or ask someone to do it for me… I still get the pain, and a sound like humming coming from the eyes and head? The Carer didn’t know about the eye drops, but it was easier for me not to have to remove and replace the patch and glasses. She did a good job for me. Rhamat is her name… I think? Yes! Came yesterday too.
Oh, I must mention that earlier in the day…
Well, fancy that!
These must have been from yesterday?
Sorry, I’ve got to go sit and rest again. Poor little thing! Hehehe!
Morning: Seems I got settled and ate several bags of Cheesy Curls, and drank 2 litres of Soda water. Judging by the overfilled waste bin. Had the night bag on, so someone came last night, but I was not in a very good state when they came?
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – A GREAT START TO THE DAY THIS MORNING – Yes! But it didn’t last too long. I had a as I tried to dislodge my bulk from the c1966, charity-shop-bought, second-hand, wincingly grotty, beige coloured, not working, TV remote hiding, crumb-covered from the nocturnal nibblings, ancient itch-making, uncomfortable, virus breeding, easy-to-fall-out-of, recliner. I had a few, actually, to be right! Islipped off of the recliner seat when taking off the night pouch. … Then, I walked into the drawer cabinet. This, I believe, was caused by the eye patch shooting off as the tape broke. I was virtually blind for a few seconds, just enough time to shoulder-charge the stack of plastic draws, send the yellow recycle box of used Anoxaparin needles, to the floor… missing at my lunge for , and clouted the back of the dodgy right hand, which I could have done without. The eyes, hand, and to a degree, my old friend , have given me much hassle today. So I got stuck into blogging just cause I love it and wanted some escape from the pressures of old age, ailments and my new-found-again self-pity moments. I lost most of the tabs I made that I use in the blog. Note the new ones on this post. I had to make all 125 of them from scratch again… no meals, no wash & shave and here I am only just starting this blog off at 00:35hrs in the morning… with the eye patch hanging off again! I’ll have to rush if I stand any chance of any sleep. Being a blog addict does not help. Forgive my forthcoming details and bad chronologically.
Dark urine again this morning. It didn’t get much better.
The back of the hand was beginning to look moonlike again. Hehehe!
The Carer took a shot of the eye while the pad and cover were washed… not successfully, though. She got the things back on.
The pad had come loose again when the gal returned. Soon got it sorted for me.
The plates & pins look good!.
. Patched up again. My eyesight is causing me to miss when doing anything, pouring water in a mug, or seasoning into a bottle. But worst of all – I’m making more and more mistakes on the keyboard. I’ve never taken so long… Humph! I hope I live long enough to get it finished. Har-Har!
. Plan D on the fourth visit. Hahaha!
. Next to the last call. Looking better… At least, I think it is?
Got nothing done, no meal, no time. I was determined to get the new tabs done. And I did, but it laid me up. Hehehe!
Caught the sunsets end.
Got to get to Kip now. Nurse Christina coming in the morning… ♥ You can see why I love her. ♥
I’ll see if I can get back on to this in the morning… It’s now gone 03:15 hours already. Sleep? What’s that, then?
If only I hadn’t made the cock-up of the year in losing those tabs from the file. I still don’t know how I did it… It was . I think!
No notes to refer to, and most likely in chronological disorder. The odd mistake grammatically is possible. Lack of detail as well (please be free to ask if anything should draw your attention). I realise that the 8 Billion People in the World, that my fan base and followers come from, may like to know more.
Either of you, please feel free to ask. Hehehe!
04:00hrs up. Not much urine in the night bag.
Tried to picture the buttercups and daises on the bottom field, across from the flats. Not a good one.
Gathered the things ready to go to the hospital. Got an early dinner breakfast.
I knew that Virgin Media was going off today, so didn’t bother to use the computer. (Not that Liberty-Global Virgin media doesn’t go down every day as it is. Messy splattery Porcelain Throne visit, then got the ablutions done. Ablutions tackled and got dressed. 2hrs:18minutes! arrived and got the medications given to me. I asked Sam if she knew if they had managed to find me a carer to go with me to the hospital, as they (QMC) insisted upon. But she didn’t know or not. I pressed on. Only about an hour before the lift was due, I found out when they rang me, telling me to meet the carer in the lobby.
I readied the stuff and hobbled down to the main lobby to await the lift, and met the Carer. For the first time ever, the lift was late. By about fifteen minutes, but we still got there on time, because this driver used the direct route without the GPS.
QMC EENT Department The Carer and I were dropped off at the entrance doors. We approached the helper’s desk and followed her instructions to the area we needed. The Carer, who had the fantastic hearing, did the talking. We got into a waiting area and reported to the desk, and took a seat. I nattered to the Carer, who said she is in between shifts. I thanked her for helping me out and coming.
We were there, I think, for about an hour. The kind carer communicated with the medics for me. Another hour I think, passed. And A nurse fetched me to see the surgeon who was about to ‘do my eye’s Phacoemulsification. (Cataract procedure) A quick check on the machine thingy…Which revealed something that gave that chaos a grave expression. Danged if I heard what it was he said fully. He produced a legal document that I had to sign. This said I was aware of the chances of success were only… no, that there was a 30% chance of failure due to my age and other dispositions and ailments. (Something like that) I signed it. They have to cover themselves. That’s fair enough. He then said I have a hairline split in something or other, and it may be necessary to have a new summat fitted to ensure sight again. I even asked him twice, I think, what it was. But is no longer in my brain-storage area (along with a lot of other stuff! Like people’s names. Hahaha!). I went back to the waiting area, and I chatted with the Carer. Shortly after that, I was collected and prepared for the procedure. I’ve no idea how long it took, but it seemed to be over in about 15 minutes to me. The reassuring voice of the surgeon says, “That went well, Gerry!”
They put me back in the wheelchair and returned me to the waiting area. I think the drugs (I liked them!) were still affecting me, and it took a while for me to sink things in. A kind nurse came to me and explained that the Carer has had to go to work for her usual shift. No panicking, cause she added: She (the Carer) had arranged with someone for a lift home as the pick-up time for EasyLink had been overshot by an hour. A taxi was going to pick me up at 17:25hrs, I think. And no charge for it either! The tired Carer had looked after me and made some notes on a pad for me – fair enough, I couldn’t read the at that time… or later, for that matter. Hehe! That was so nice of her to sort things out. And, she had told the nurse about my need to get some cash, and the pleasant nurse ran me in the chair to the cash machine, then back to the EENT department. Where the cab was just pulling in to collect me. A silent no, speaking journey. Until he got on the roadway to the flats and asked which one to drop me at. Which he did!
Back to the Cell… no, Flat! A good bruise on the back of the right hand. And called Meridian to let them know I was back at the prison… Care Handover Document. Eye Drops – They will need a carer to do them for me; four times a day I think it is needed. With my and , it’s too dangerous for me to do it… that and the taping back on of the eye patch. I can’t get the glasses on over the patch at the moment. But think it should be possible once the swelling goes down. So my vision is not good. I can see now why they told me to have a Carer stay with me for 24hrs. But with the short notice given for the procedure, it couldn’t be done. I still appreciate them getting someone to go with me, though.The tape soon fell off of the eye pad. I Cleaned up a spot of blood, and Carer Chris arrived. He put the first drops in and did his best to secure the patch.
The pouch suddenly started filling up at a rate of knots, as soon as I got back to drinking the spring water.
Did all the calls for eye-patching and medicating. The patching is needed five times a day. Chris said for two weeks! That is going to be a tall order for the carers. Still, he got four of them in today and was helpful in getting the patch back on carefully and as firmly as possible for me. Thanks mate. He is aware of the problems I risk with , and , being liable to damage the eye by my poking it. Hehehe!
The one sunset photo I managed. I pressed lightly on the patch to make sure any bright light was avoided, as ordered.
Dark wee-wee again.
The patchwork by Chris stood up well!
Yesterdays bruise. This morning!
& . tended to. Messy, really urgh! Three cuts shaving. Then a tumble,as I bent to empty day pouch. Refilling the WC’s non-working water tank, and started off pain-giving. Got on the computer determined to get this blog started off. .
arrived. Got the eye drops done and did a good job on getting the eye patch back on, and jelled the back pain. Thanks, gal!
Started to work on the blog… .
After a longish wait, so I cleaned the carpet, net was back on.
Actually got some blogging done at last, and for about two hours… then… .
Blogging and down it went again. Carer Rhamat arrived. Did the eye drops but not putting the patch back on. I tried to do it as good as I could. Not a good job. hit me unexpectedly; she sometimes gives a little shudder first so I can prepare for her attack; but not this time, and… I poke myself right in the cataracted eye! Did it hurt, you ask? YES! The Inchie designed eye-patch-erection fell to pieces! Dare not try again, so I’m working with a loose eye-protection erection. Hahaha!
No one called again for the 14:00hrs eyedrops. But that timing is from the hospital paperwork that was part of the NHS ‘Transfer of Care Medication Plan’. Who too? No idea. Maybe me?
I went back on with the blogging for an hour or so…
Not off for so long this time.I hastened to get the blogging done, but I had to divert to the . Badgered getting the water hauled from the kitchen to the WC tank again. I keep having to take extra painkillers with this long-running issue. I wonder if anyone has informed them of my difficulties? (I am a fool!)
Back on with this blog. I managed a good 20 minutes before… .
I got the laundry bag checked and ready. And… . Bending down and lost my balance. The eye patch was knocked off, and the already bruised right hand hit the door frame as I grabbed at it after dropping .
This was a l.ow point!Hahaha! I’m struggling to get things done here. Had I had help to replaster the eye patch from someone who could look at what they were doing, it may have survived the clout intact. But this is all conjecture. As soon as I find out what conjecture means, I’ll let you know. I struggled to get some sort of protection, as the pain from the self-inflicted prod in it continued… But, of course, it didn’t bother a man of my calibre in the slightest. No feeling sorry for myself, snivelling, swearing or self-pity; oh, no. I had another go at securing the lens cover… Meanwhile…
Went into the kitchen to use the light to see and took this view of the scenery.
I managed to get the lens cover secured, but it looked a little rough around the edges. More importantly, I’d used a lot of the tape and may run short now! ARGH! Look s like I may have hit the head on the tumble as well?
I gave up blogging when… I’m in pain. Frustrated! Annoyed! And the thought of taking off the protection for the next Carer to put eye drops in, is somehow bothering me? No idea why?
Got the email prepared. It looked good and tasty to me. Then I tried it… Oh, dear! The peas were good… That’s all! Flavour Rating 1./10. The worst in many a month!
Went to throw most of the meal away and get the pots washed. Caught the end of the sunset.
The busiest day for Inchie, in how many years? A few! I tried to smile way through the ever-increasing mayhem I went through. And was not very successful! This is being done ASAP on Thursday morning, before the arrival of the lift to the hospital. Still not sure if a Carer could be found to go with me yet – short notice given to us. Here we go…
Night pouch dark again. Not a lot, either?
Ablutions, getting short of the Terbinafine cream. Only two cuts shaving. Porcelain Throne messy again. Someone (Not me) had flushed the WC. More trips to fetch water Back-Pain Brenda complaining. Yet another intermittent ailment now. Short sharp stabbing pains under my left nipple in the ribs? Ah, well!
Got the paperwork ready to be sorted, saved or Shredded. Made a brew, and it went cold. Computer on and… Back on in ten-minutes then… five later… Fifteen minutes later, after resetting the box, it went back on. Gave up!
Cleaned the hallway and sorted the waste bags.
Virgin is back on! Computing again… for an hour or so… Turned it off, as a Carer arrived to help me sort put my paperwork. This took us ages and yonks. No chance to get blogging again.
Carer Kara came to assist me with medicationalisationing and planning for the upcoming trip to the hospital. ♥ And arrange a visit to the bank re statements and my problems with the account.
During this we tried to find out if there was a cash machine in the City Hospital I could use, to make sure I had enough money with me to pay for the hospital & next week’s Bank meeting lift. I looked it up on the computer again and found this below.
Then… Turned off the computer. I’ll try to get up early and get on with this blog sorted out… Humph! Cause Liberty-Global Virgin Media is going down tomorrow for several hours. (As it hadn’t been already!)
Can’t recall the other things that happened..
Did find this photo of the meal mind you. I enjoyed it, I think.
And found this in the paperwork we were sorting out. Lot’s left to do on this, yet.
I wonder how many of these crimes were committed by Parole Board Wankers freeing them early? Just a thought.
TTFN must dash to final prepping for the hospital. That is if they can find someone to go with me? Or (As they said at the hospital) no cataracts will be done without a Carer attending with me. And I’ll go back to the start of the waiting list. Please, No!
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – I’d be lost without the Carers. Some have shown me so much help and understanding. I feel they are like friends more than just Carers doing a job. I did actually ask two of them to adopt me as a Grandfather. Hehehe!
The job is not an easy one. They are a cut above the ones at the home I went in after the stroke. Bless them all! – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – Hehehe!– – – – – – – – – – – – –
I almost burst awake after four hours of blessed sleep. With a jump, juddering, with the left eye still twitching? Acclimatised myself to the current renewal of consciousness, and checked on the wall clock… but it wasn’t there? I checked again, in case it was one of the female ailments that caused the clock to disappear from view. This needed an investigation… so adopting my Sherlockian Status, I first got the Night pouch detached. had done a good job putting it on. It took me a little pains and about 15 minutes to get it off, carefully without breaking anything. Then the again, I got hold of my , hobbling over to the wall without a clock on it. The investigationalising began! Just as Sherlock would have done (I’m sure), I detected that some of the paperwork nearby was now on top of some bags on the floor… but where was the flipping clock? Being an experienced loser of property, ideas, thoughts and good luck, I decided to get the torch and see if the wall clock had rolled underneath the 1962-built, falling to pieces, Hopewell’s E-Plan Sideboard, with the doors falling off. No luck: if it had been under there, I’d have seen it, it’s white and big.
Check around the room, but with a feeling that had it fallen off in that corner, it would have stayed there atop the bags of rubbish and forgotten about brick-a-brac? I was confused now! But, jobs to be done. So I made up the waste bags into one. And checked out the tootsies in the light from the kitchen window. The ankle was the thing that drew my attention. What the heck was the white mark? I couldn’t rest then, I had to try to clean it off, gave it a wipe with a cloth, it didn’t move! At that time, the summoning to the came, so I grabbed , & off I trotted, wobblingly to the wet room. More curiousness hit me. Why had I left the things on top of the non-working W.C. lid? I’d already got the clock to worry over, so I put this out of my mind. I’m most adept at that, you know? Putting things out of my mind. The problem is retaining things I’m my mind! Hehehe! Then, for the first time in months, I had a similar type of evacuation, not the opposite as it has been. was again in full command – the messy little bugger! Still, it was wash & shave time, so after cleaning up the mess made by Trotsky’s spatterings, I was going to clean my teggies as per usual first job. But no! The toothbrush had vanished as well as the clock? Much more time was lost fruitlessly searching for it. Had the shave next. I thought it had all gone extremely well until I moved back from the mirror, and the blood ran from my chin onto my belly. I hadn’t felt any cuts occurring while shaving? I went to get the Brut aftershave, an excellent if initially painful blood-stopper…and I got a prize-class toe stubbing. I considered the possibility of hibernating! Swore a little, stopped the bleeding, and got on with the body wash. Always a risk when ‘doing’ scrubbing up near and around . However, today, no bother. I wondered if my luck was changing… I think the daftest things! I moved on to the tender-areas medicalisationings. Very tender, the rear end and the middle buttocks this time. I must get some more Germolene and Germoloid ointments & cream. I decided to get into the risky business of refilling the water tank, then remembered Jenny saying about using the shower. Haha! A pain-free refilling! But no! The light came on at the power point, but nothing happened? I think there was a noise of some sort, but it might have been from elsewhere and couldn’t identify it anyway. I’ll try again next visit to the Throne. Four trips were enough this time to fill the tank. I heroically filled the first two buckets up to the top of the containers and gently carried each one back to the non-working W.C. water tank. that sweet was not too bad about it this trip! For some banal reason that’s beyond me, I put the things back onto the non-working W.C. lid? The pleasure of putting on just one thin dressing gown was very pleasing.
But the PPs getting on was not one of the easiest I’d had to do. I got into the usual position in the corner so as to avoid tumbling over in the case of lost balance… Wedged my bottie in the wall, and got the easier-to-use right leg; the more troublesome one, without any hassle! Then, of course, to get the better leg means balancing on the dodgy right leg to do so! Using the picker-upper, as advised by the District Nurse, nine times out of ten, tears the paper fabric of the pants. Although is good for getting trousers up… balance permitting. Anyroad up, I almost went over but managed to lunge for the grab bar in time. Still got a new bruise on the right leg, but still. Aftershaed and deodorant splashed them all over, and off to the kitchenette. Taking these two photos as I got in, and put the kettle on. The tea was not made for various reasons. But I needed to drink more water anyway to get the wee-wee flowing again. It was reluctant all day yesterday. And the Finasteride Prostate reducing course of tablets only has three days left. So, it looks like a permanent catheter for Inchie! arrived as I was setting up the computer. started kicking off as he arrived, and have been with me ever since, still at it! Grrr! Set about giving me the medications and he told me about the Finasteride Prostate tablets about to run out. I meant to ask him to Phorpain Gel the back, but I forgot! Humph! He checked the medication drawer and wrote down the details.
He confirmed the urine as a 6 rating. I thanked him and bade him farewell, wishing him a good sleep. Took the photo above, and, again, put the kettle on. Not managed to make a brew yet, though!
I took this picture of the feet, but as I was doing so, granted me one of his, sometimes nervous-making routines, unexpectedly and without any warning. That was a rarity. I can usually feel the and get a warning… but not this time. I clouted the wayward leg on the corner of the floor cabinet, right on the bruise I got getting the PPs on!
Some days… you wonder why!
At long last, I started the blog. And…
Why does Liberty-Global, a smoke & mirrors man, oligarch, $26 million a year getting Mr Fries, show no interest in the company he bought out, complete failure? Obviously, there will be some money laundering, tax evasion, underhandedness, profit-making, or some such scheme or the like involved in his ulterior motive! Pure jealousy and hatred on my behalf!
arrived in a chirpy mood. Very kind to me. She gelled my lower back, rubbing it in well. Nice! Read the questionnaire for me. I was struggling to hear what she said, mind you. But I think it worked out alright. She could not call the Easy-Link for me as it’s a Bank Holiday – No one told me until now! Thanked her and went to make a mug of tea at last.
Hello, a mistake here, surely? The Liberty-Global Virgin Media internet is back online. Well, I never! Mr Fries is likely visiting his oligarch friends in Moscow or Mafia Italy, as it’s a Bank Holiday – although, do they have them in America?
FOUND THE CLOCK! It beat me, but it was in the first corner I checked; underneath some carrier bags.How it got there, I’ll never know!. Got it on the shelf now.
Then: Jealousy eats at me!
Packing in now; if it goes off again, I don’t think I could survive the anger and hatred Fries would instil in me.
Going to get the nosh sorted – back in the morning.
♬ MORNING HAS BROKEN – Like Virgin Media…♬ Arrived; no medications were needed. But, she rubbed in some of the Phorpain Gel; to help counter the agony (tonight, anyway) of . Then to .
♬ FOOD GLORIOUS FOOD ♬
Oddlimost markings on the leg, spotted by the Carer?
I got up to take this shot. Had a second . Then knocked the kitchen roll and hander off of the window ledge. Bent down to retrieve it, and showed her disgust in her usual way – painfully! Then… , I spilt the milk all over the cooker!
Sleep was hard to come by again.
Back to the old rampages! They were amazingly vicious… but suddenly stopped, I got a clear, precise message from or , maybe from both of them, that momentarily made me shiver. No, messing about; it sounded like it was set in concrete… The warning, or quote, was; “This trifling incident was chicken-feed, fiddle-faddle, to the hassle you’ll get tomorrow, mate!” I was aware of his/their choice of words ‘Hassle’ No mention of injuries or any … just ‘Hassle’. My did not return… but they were not needed to keep me awake. My imagination and fear did a good job of that!
I believe I got up, not woke up, cause I never got to sleep: at 04:35 hours. I’m certain-ish that was the time on the big clock. Time seemed to go by like greased lightning!
I took the night pouch from . A little dark again.
Thinking I had plenty of time before the arrived, and needing to use the , I made for the wet room and got on the Throne first. Well, another reversal in the fight between & . Trotsky had regained superiority over Konrad this morning. What a messy job! I got teggies, carefully cleaned. A fair bit of bleeding, though. Then tackled the shaving, with Blood-Bringing-Boris-Razor adding to the haemoglobin loss, and only from two little nicks. A good splashing of the Brut after-shave stopped it easily enough. I was already stripped for the shower, turned on the power to the shower, went back into the wet room and opened the shower curtain to have a looked-forward-to-shower. As the two end curtain rings shot off! Not wanting to splash the water all over the room, I decided to get the step ladder and replace the hooks to the curtain. I got the picker-upperer, picked both hooks up, and in doing so, caught my chin with the handle of the picker-upper. The blood flowed again! So, even more, Brut after-shave was used, which stung a bit this time. I went off into the front room, got the ladder, went back to the wet room, and gingerly got up the ladder eventually; it took me a while, with my not seeing so good, but I did get them reattached. Then, a moment of doubt came over me – had I left the kitchen sink tap running? It had to be checked out. Despite that it was, or should have, been obvious that I had not used the kitchen taps yet! In the kitchen, and while in there, I thought I’d put the kettle on, which I did, why I don’t know. Then: . Came in; I didn’t hear the door chime cause I was in the kitchen. It must have taken her a lot of effort not to burst out laughing! Well done, gal! There I was, reaching up to get the kettle filter, wearing nothing but a red face and . With only a quickly-grabbed sheet of kitchen towel to try and hide my poor Little Inchie, I made my way to get a dressing gown on. I think she saw the funny side of things. I hope. My mind was all over the place then. I forgot momentarily about me just about to have a shower as we talked about something or other. I even asked her to put some Phorpain gel on . Not realising I’d be under the shower shortly. I was really confused and struggled with things. I think that took the laundry down for me, but I’m not sure if it was Sam or the later Carer, Jo-Anne. Sam took the waste bag and had a smile on her face, I’m sure; when she departed. Hehehe! I don’t blame her, either.
I got the showering completed at last. Spent most of the time doing it, thinking about how I could have got the time so wrong this morning. Then I decided it was the fault of , and . Before I’d finished the shower, I added , then another guilty one, . I may add to this list later. The feet and legs were looking betterer. Dried off with the bath towel, and started the medicationing. then I Germoloided . Germolened the stomach flab and between the legs and on the outer bum. (Catheter catching) Daktacorted poor . . Got the alert and alarm wristlets back on. . Got some more aftershave on the cuts that were leaking blood again… That made me jump a bit!
Carer Chris came, but what the heck happened during this visit? Apart from a feeling it went well, there are no details in my memory bank whatsoever.
By the time I’d got a bit of nouse back, I found I’d posted off the Friday blog. I just hope that I’ve finished it first.
I found the oven on with nothing in it.I’d taken out frozen cobs to that in the heat on the window ledge. Found this photo – no idea when I took it. But it is beautiful.
Can’t recall taking this one at all, or why. Mayhap, giving me some pain and stick, with having to fetch buckets of water again to flush the loo?
Aha, This one prompted the memory box. It was when I first put the computer on this morning. Self posing? Hehehe!
Yee-Gawds! It’s nearly 19:00hrs. evening visit. A new lad, he’s coming out of his closet now. Getting my sense of humour I think he likes it. He Phorpained my lower back, gave me some Peptac, and took the bin bags with him. He also checked the electricity meter, but was as aware if what to get a reading as I was – Zilch! I’ve added it to the list of help needed on the whiteboard. Getting full now.
Arrived, Blimey, it’s gone 20:00hrs already. Better get the nosh sorted. Back in the morning to play catch-up!
Saturday Morning Late. WHAT A RIP-ROARING COCK-UP!
I took photographicalisations of the meal, the night sky, a bleeding finger & my stubbed toe… Maybe others? This morning I took three, the urine bag, the morning view, and the bloodied stubbed toe again. Then I belatedly realised the card was in the reader! Arrgh! Back to last night…
Found this on the SD though... I’m not certain why I took this one?
Judging by the shadow’s position, I took this mid-afternoon.
I think I look this one earlier and missed it, but maybe not. The urine was clear, but by the morning, it was back to a sort of dark brown/red. Note some papules trying to reappear?
I put this into the computer, which is where I left it while I took a load of other lost photographs!
I stirred back into imitation life around 05:30hrs. I pondered for a moment to two, as to how and why I was hanging halfway out of the £300, bought eight years ago from the second-hand shop, Harold Haemorrhoid testing, repugnantly beige-coloured, crumb containing, virus-breeding, acne-giving, rickety, none-working recliner. I couldn’t work it out, though.
I rearranged the limbs back into a safe position, then detached the night bag from . Not a lot (As Paul Daniels used to say), of urine in the there. And it was a bit too dark-coloured, compared to the usual morning shade. A lot of itching from the area where tube was inserted. I had to resist scratching things. Not easy, and I weakened to the urge, and things started bleeding a smidge. Not that it bothered me at all.
I titivated day bag. So it was not pulling so much on Little Inchie. I assume I’d been dreaming and moving about, and that is what caused the bleeding? Cleaned things, medicated them with plain cream, and the need of the developed, off to the wet room.
I think that both and must have been in the midst of a battle for superiority this morning? The first effort took a good while and lot of effort – which was followed by a long dollop of Trotsky’s mush. Can’t recall having this happen before. I put some of the new Terbinafine creamed under each red armpit. It stopped the irritation almost immediately!
To the kitchen to make the first brew of tea. Took this shot of the end car park from the balcony. But, I didn’t make the Glengettie tea. For arrived as I was washing the pots from last night. I was a little disoriented for some reason. Likely the concern of visiting the and doing three things at the same time, then having to concentrate on the medications. pointed out that the day bag had to be changed today, and set about doing so. He did a good job, too; thanks, mate. I took this photo after he’d gone. Nice work! He also graded the urine from the earlier photo as a 6-rating, for the record log. Now the day built-up is looking like a three. Back to the blogging, but most of what happened after I stopped doing it last night, had gone off into the ether. As did several of the photos I took, the meal, a view and ingrowing toenail were all pictured… I’m sure they were, but not on the SD card again! It has to be doing something wrong.
Pressed on and got the shorter-than-planned blog off to WordPress. Made a start on this one.
brought the laundry back for me.Then I got as far as I could with this and got the started. Going to be a hard job this morning, with having to get dressed. Getting the PPs, and trousers on, is painful & dangerous work. Hehe! Must get it done early, to give myself time to sort the paperwork and make sure I am aware of the details, timings etc. Off to the wet room at 11:00hrs. See how long it takes this time…
12:55hrs. Under the regulation of two hours… by five minutes. This was when I was in the shower, arrived, a stiff knocking on the wet room door informed me. Hehe! So, I had to cut it short and rush through the various ‘delicate’ areas of medicationalisationing. gave me the Peptac, and checked the catheter bag. Saying that had done a good job of it…
Got things ready for the lift. And got down with the thee-wheeled-walker to the main lobby. The driver was just arriving, bless him. I could have taken some photos with Kodak en route… but forgot all about having it in my pocket till I got home… (Spit!) I paid up my debts first thing. The driver walked me to the entrance, making sure I was inside. I registered and sat waiting to be called. I wish I’d offered him a drink now, but didn’t think. (Stock in the trolley taken with me) Zzz! The nurse woke me up, and for some unknown reason to me, en route, I walked into an office, thinking that was where we were going?
Then as we continued down the passage, there was an almighty burst from my rear end!. As I was apologising, the bottom strap on , fell down on my ankle… and: : It pulled on the inserted tube, resulting in Inchies . The nurse took me to a toilet and stood guard as I cleaned things up and emptied the pouch. I tried again to evacuate the rear end: But, no! wasn’t having it, despite the hurricane blast of wind, involuntarily released! Humph! I was feeling embarrassed now.
A student was in the room when we finally got there. I said no bother when the nurse asked if that was okay. She gave me the results of the brain test. I thought the other lady said there will be three evenly-spaced brain tests so they could see any changes? I got that wrong again as well.
They think it is now M.C.I. I looked it up later as I can’t read the printing of the booklet given to me:
What is the MCI stage of dementia? (Mild cognitive impairment [MCI] and it is not mild in my mind at all!) the stage between the expected decline in memory and thinking that happens with age and the more serious decline of dementia. MCI may include problems with memory, language or judgement. People with MCI may be aware that their memory or mental function has “slipped.” Monitoring is essential. And help is available.
M.S.I. or not, she’ll always be Doreen Dementia to me! Hehe!
Back to the tale…
After the rather pointless appointment, the very kind lady led me back to the toilet again… Why? The had suddenly filled up – she stood guard again for me. Then into the waiting room. I had about an hour to wait for the lift to arrive, and no ability to kill time with the crosswords. Zzz!. The driver woke me up, with an “Oy! I’m ready!” Don’t think he said more than a few words all the way back to the flats. I offered him a choice of cans, and he cheered up as he left me.
New INR dosages received. The same as last time. (I think I forgot to mention this earlier.
Got in the flat’s lobby, rang Josie’s bell to see how she was, and gave her a can of G&T… no, it wasn’t; it was a Mojito, I think.
Got in the flat, and the trousers off as soon as I could – Oh, the relief!
Moved the pouch back up to the knee. Onto the to try once again to have an evacuation. No joy! The computer on, and progressed with this update.
arrived. Put some Phorpain Gel on my back for me, and medications were given. Little natter and laugh.
Stopped to get the nosh done. Having the herb potatoes tonight. Back in the morning (2030hrs now). Hope to stay awake to watch the Clint Eastwood movie, Sudden Impact. But no! As I was finishing the meal (No photo, cause in the morning I accidentally deleted it from the Kodak-Arrgh!).
A damned busy morning: Didn’t get around to this update until nearly ten o’clock! By the time the Carer had sorted me out with medications and got the night pouch on, the meal was cold. Threw most of it away. Unfortunately, with the hospital visit, it took me a while to get the nosh prepared. Can’t be helped, and I never thought about it, nor did … Oh, No! Nor did… a possible I.D. for the new gal… any suggestions would be appreciated… M.C.I. – Miranda Charlotte Irene? No, too long… Ah, what about MIChaela? or Mind-Mugging-Micheala-?
The day had been confusing, busy (for me), frustrating, humiliating and cringe-making. Just thought I’d mention it.
Removed the ‘s night pouch, got it emptied and wrapped it up for disposal. Attended the first call to the . Messy this time. It seems that the attack yesterday was short-lived. Was back in control. Which meant a long time bending down and cleaning up was required. kicked off before I even started fetching and carrying water to refill the unattended too, not working or refilling W.C. water tanks buckets of water. I think that ARGH! would be a suitable word at this point! Took a shot of the morning view. Then back to the Wet room to get washed & shaved.