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!
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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!
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – On the bright side, the number of murders committed is only 11% up from two years ago. Mind you, two of them were by Parole Board released early; scumbags! I mean the Parole Board Scumbags, who are as guilty as the killers they freed, and got paid a fortune for doing it from HMG. – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – Surely they expected this with an abysmal cost of food ever-increasing? So, what do they do? Reduce the police service numbers. Still, it’s more money for their expenses and treating the ex-judges on the Parole Board, innit? Bitter? Me? Yes! Think about how devastated the poor family members feel when the convicted killer gets freed by the snotbags and kills their father, mother, brother, Sister, or another relative. Swine!
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What a Busy Mind-Testing Day! It is now Friday morning. Been up for two hours, and only just started this blog – and there is a lot to relate. Sorry, it going to be cut short – another busy day Friday, methinks, with Social Services and Jillie might be calling. Such a load of info: I can’t guarantee this is in the correct chronological order. Better get started… – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
The overnight dark-coloured urine bag was removed.
Legs & feet not looking too bad at all!
Within minutes a summoning from the innards to visit the . So, I did! A closer check on the limbs. A smidge more blown, but not a lot… Hard work passing, yet messy when it evacuated? The usual agony and misery of fetching buckets of water from the kitchenette sink to refill the not-working W.C. water tank. I reckon it’s been about two months out of action. And the last letter from the NCH Maintenance told me they were coming on 17th July. So if I’ve got it right, that means a 16-week wait; But more importantly, 16 weeks of agony, carrying four buckets of water every time I go for a dump! They must be busy. Thank Heavens for the Carers! They give the back a good rub with the Phorpain Gel, sometimes needing three applications, but always first and last thing at night. Having this done regularly, I do believe it’s helped ease the pain a lot. Thank You!
Took a snap of the morning view. Made a brew, but for some reason, it tasted horrible? So. back to the bottled water for me.
Arrived. And rang the TSB for me. It took the gal ages to get through, options recorded messages etc. I could not hear, but had to speak to the man we got… relied on Kara to translate – the man asked a question, I said ‘Yes’ Not recognised, I said suit again and nothing… moments later we were cut off! Kara rang back and spoke, rang off and told me they ‘Cannot send me statements through the post unless I ring and request one? Not only do the Spanish Oligarchies who own TSB close all their branches; they are becoming as friendly and helpful as Putin!. Remember the Spanish Oligarch’s lying adverts?
TSB announced the closure of a further 85 branches!
The closures will take place between April and June 2022 and will result in the loss of around 150 jobs. There followed 94 more branch closures… Not many left to close now!
Made a mug of Glengettie tea. Only four biscuits were dunked with it! Honestly!
I got onto the computer, a very late start; it’s taken me until Friday to get back on it. A nightmare! YET AGAIN – ONCE MORE – ARRGH!!! What with a bank that has no branches open and a most unhelpful helpline staff who cut you off, and refuse to send you Bank Statements unless you ask every month! The Worlds worst, most vile, incompetent, Oligarch driven Internet, Liberty-Global Virgin going down for the 9th time in three days. Losing work I was in the middle of… Grrr!
So, I started to prep the food for later on. Then, the Asda order arrived… The freezer was full now… The fridge too! I thought I’d done it again, ordered something in error when I found two bottles of Strawberry Milk-Shake. But in the morning, pointed out the ‘Free Sample ticket on them. The highlights of this order were... getting the pink soda water (My favourite) on this delivery, at last. And also some Caramelised Cookies (My favourites) No rush to get things stored, as $26 million a year with guaranteed bonuses and an open expense account Mr Fries, one of the Liberty-Global Virgin Media top-dogs internet service, was still not working. I bet he’s worried about this? Embarrassed, maybe too?
I went through the on-off routine with the usual, regular, sickening, overcharging incapable Liberty-Global Virgin Media problem. No Luck! So disconnected the hub, gave it a minute or two and reset it. No Luck! Repeated the resetting, and (it must have been a mistake on the part of Liberty-Global Virgin Media… but it came back on. However… I’d lost all the CorelDraw graphics I’d imported and doctored… plus I had to resave the work in another file name. I’m not sure who is the biggest toss-pot of a company. or It’s a close-run thing, you know. But the smoke & mirrors Liberty-Global Virgin deserve to be the top-wankers for their repeated failure and then sending me this email, to really confuse me and earn my utter hatred. Sorry about putting this on again, but it baffles and scares me!
If the Life-Line is going through a hub that keeps going down, they could kill me! I don’t mind snuffing it. That’s all part of life; I hate to think that they will get away with it, should I have another stroke or heart attack and cannot get help, and I clock out. Which can’t be avoided. But, if anyone in the legal trade would make a note of this, and I could get some compensation… well, not me, I’ll be at St Peter’s gate arguing with him about my life struggles. Please note that a percentage of any dosh you get, please send to the RSPCA and Mental Health UK. Thanks. Oh, and some for the staff at Winwood Court. Cheers again! You can keep the rest for yourself.
I got a call from Social Services, regarding the meeting I had at the Coppice Mental Health Hospital yesterday, Brain Scan results, MCI & Dementia. Things I must have told them about. Not a good line for my hearing, I’m afraid. Also, I got a little confused during the conversation. No idea what, if anything, was decided about. But nice that they are listening, and reacting.
I did an order for next week from Iceland. Blogging again.
A couple of photos were taken prepping the nosh.
Looking good now… PAREIDOLIAING Can you see any features, faces or animals in the clouds?
Finally, I got around to making & eating the meal! Boy, did I enjoy this one? Taste-Rating 9/10!
I even remembered watching a ‘Heartbeat’ episode… Without falling asleep when the adverts came on!
The evening Carer Called, got the night bag attached tothen the lad put some on my lower back for me. Certainly helps this regular gelling.
The nearest thing to a sunset was missed as I fell asleep. But I got up and took these after-shots.
Now, when I want to sleep – I couldn’t! Yet the lasted for less than usual. Replaced with fuddle-minded worrying of a vague nature. No panicking. Just an uncomfortable sense of losing control.
The day started better than usual, as well. The usual back-breaking three treks to the , with the heaving three bowls of water from the kitchen to flush things. Only three visits today, mind you. All within the first three hours, a good start
No bother from the .
The carer arrived, and all went well.
Ablutions went fine. Zero, I say Zero cuts shaving!
Looking a little threatening?
No complaints about the ulcers or ankles.
I foolishly allowed myself to cheer up. I should have known better!
Got on the computer and was doing alright.. until…
I was in the middle of a good run of concentration. With CorelDraw at the limit of its memory, I was doing so well… and got an earlier start… life was for once perking up – Gragknangles! The CorelDraw scene shook about a bit and closed itself, never to be seen again! I could have cried! Went on the web asking for advice but failed to grasp what I was reading in reply. So, I loaded up a newer but unused version of CorelDraw 2017; just look below at what I had lost on screen! I mused for what must have been an hour or more before actioning a rescue attempt.
I proceeded over the next nine hours, with breaks to empty a few times, Carer, and domestic calling.It would take me days to get things back sorted and working! Utter despair and frustration. But I pressed on for another hour or so. then got an idea (I do that every year or so; get an idea – not that they usually work) Mayhap this version will load the last saved before it did a runner and vanished. on CorelDraw x7? I tried it, and it loaded it, but boy, did it cause me some problems then. The dockers had all gone, the Colour pallets too. And there was a conflict with the different icons, and I had to try every one of them in order and remove those not working. Sheer determination carried me onwards, and now, 16 hours after it first cocked up, I’ve got it looking like this.
At least the pallet colours were got back again. But not the cockers; they had to be rebuilt form scratch. I’m tired out, hungry, and would you believe that is kicking off again, and I need the damned rotten again! So, after I’ve carried the water to the tank and refilled it, I’m going to be in a right state pain-wise again.
I’ll bung the photos taken in here, I must be quick to get it done before the evacuation is ready, and I die in agony abed starvation. Hehehe!
After the second-last caller came.
Carer’s desk, after the last day Call.
Got to go, then I’ll get summat to eat and hopefully fall asleep. Not that I’m feeling up to making nowt fancy; soup will do. Get back in the morning… Well, all being well, like.
MORNING, LATE: I’M BACK. I fell asleep, woken up when the late Evening carer , who gave me a painkiller.
Then I got the vegetable soup sorted out with a few bread rolls, extra oven cooked potatoes, and a black tomato. Taste rating: 803/10.
I soon nodded off, but were rampant, thus the jouncing and jolting awake seemed be doing it to me every five minutes! Tsk!
Pickled walnuts and Gragknangles. Another day of delays and frustrations! Anything go-wrongable did! A day & nightmare. No medications, catheter night pouches arrived!. Or help with the banking on the computer. Took a tumble mopping the kitchen floor! The computer is doing really-weird things on its own accord. No chance of getting the blog done. So it’ll be a quick blog. Had to ask Carer for help with the Wilko order after getting in a mess with it. I am honestly getting to the end of my tether. 20:45 hrs and this is as far as I’ve got with it.
And red hat went to the laundry and never got back!
Fair colour after the first pouch emptying..
Took the pad off of the geyser legs. Getting in a mess with it
Walked around taking photos after investigating why I’d been woken up. Eerie.