Guilt Producing picture of the bin at the side of the c1966, £300 charity shop bought, second-hand, wincingly grotty, beige coloured, not working, crumb-covered from the nocturnal nibblings, itch-making, uncomfortable, virus-breeding, easy-to-fall-out-of, recliner.
“Empty nibble packets from the nocturnal eating.”
Morning view.
Waste bags collated in one.
Quick wash.
Kitchenette to get the kettle on.
Computer on. Blogging work.
arrived. Today was the first time he’s had to do the ankle and leg support straps. He coped well with it. Issued the medications to me.
The Sainsbury order arrived. I unloaded the carrier bag the man put them into for me (they were delivered loose), And got plenty of potatoes in stock now; Bakers new & Anya Royal potatoes.I just had to get some in the crackpot cooking to eat later. I planned to have them in vegetable soup. I added sea salt, liquid smoke & Winiary seasoning. I will add passata with basil to the mixture in the saucepan later. Hope it comes out alright. Continued putting the other goods away. Oh, yes! No shortage of food here! Beetroot, tomatoes, jelly & chestnuts Did well in the nibbles department today. Cheese curls, Vegan Maryland cookies! And at long last, after months of trying to find a shop with them in stock, the plain shortcake biscuits! The final put away items cupboard-wise. Then, the fridge was filled! Anya potatoes. With a slightly nutty flavour. These are only available at Sainsbury’s. Due to them being grown on Her… no, his now, His Majesties Farms.Lord Sainsbury is the only person allowed to sell them.
Arrived, and really helped me out again. Sorted the dates of appointments on the Google Calendar, ensuring I had not ‘got any wrong’. Bless Her. Checked the and day bag for me, and the ankle & leg strappings. Pain-killer & Peptac too.
Back to blogging, but yet again, decided to make life hell for me. If if wasn’t them it would be Grammarly, CorelDraw or Firefox would.
Added the spuds to the soup.
The rains heavy again. Hours later it persisted.
At last, the soup was served up. Flavour-Rating: 8/10.
arrived. Took the ankle & leg straps off. Medications issued.
As my Dad would say, ‘A reet good colour is that lad!’
The early morning sky was grand, too!
Waste bags into one.
And got the kettle on and made a brew.
But had to leave it to get cold again…
Sloppy as the evacuation was, it took ages!
The rain came. The wind, too, but not for long.
I put the new quilt-throw on the Carer’s chair.
Made another brew of Glengettie.
Then, I spent hours on new words to use for the blog.
During which I didn’t get far.
came. We had a natter while he did a good job fitting the legs and ankle support straps. Medications given. And he changed the Catheter Day bag for me. Grand job!
Got yesterday’s blog updated and posted off.
Next. Domestic duties. He mopped the wet room floor for me. Had a chinwag.
Next, by gum, she helped me out some today. I keep asking her to adopt me as Grandad, but no. Hehe! The gal phoned the Audio Centre for me first. I’ve got one of the appointments on Tuesday the 21st November, at 0935hrs. That’s the one to de-clog my ears of wax. She mentioned I must keep using olive oil, which I do several times daily. Then, they will arrange another appointment for the hearing tests. Then, if any adjustments are needed to the aids (and there will be), another appointment to have them done will be arranged. I’m hoping I live long enough. Har-Har! She then arranged for a lift for me with Easy-Llink. Such an angel is Kara. She even put the details onto the computer diary for me. ♥
The sun through the clouds was beautiful. I sensed some rain was due, though. We’ll see.
Here’s the animals!
Prepped the meal of the day. Got two sourdough rolls from the freezer to thaw out. Got the potato chunks in the oven tray. Sprayed the potatoes with light oil. Got them in the oven.
Made up another waste bag.
Delivery arrived from eBay. Dettol Lavender disinfectant. I thought I was buying 6 bottles; the box looked like it was made for six?
Evening views from the kitchen window. No signs of any rain yet.
Got the meal served up and started to eat it. Just started and arrived. He took off the leg and ankle straps. Left the diabetic socks on as I requested him to do… it was feeling cold tonight! Brrr!I did his Health Checks, all fine!
When I got settled in the c1966, £300 Oxfam charity shop bought, second-hand, wincingly grotty, beige coloured, crumb-covered from my nocturnal nibblings, itch-making, uncomfortable, positively unhealthy & dangerous, no longer operational, virus-breeding, easy-to-fall-out-of, Catheter-tube-trapping, recliner. It took me ages to get to sleep, but for once, there were no hassles from . I was just coughing a lot, and sharp pains from .
Courtesy of the Conservative Party – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – It was one of those horrible fixated-on-word-finding days. I spent far too long on this. The worst thing is the crunch… After eight hours or more metaphorically sweating away at the process, I found out that I’d made a terrible cock-up. The entire file was mixed with the wrong selection, and the new template I’d grafted on at the expense of massing up the yet-to-do list of jobs was useless to me! Self-anger, frustration and demoralisation were my state when it came to getting to sleep.
Naturally, I woke up with a foul metallic taste in my throat and bleary eyes to realise that the wet, warm sensation in the protection pants was blood from my poor . He’s been leaking a long time, I think and continued on and off all day.
Luckily, the agony of peeling away the dried blood beneath the fresh, from the pants padding, the blood spraying onto my clean dressing gown and down my legs… the pain of bending down and getting a visit from when cleaning things up, dropping the Germolene tube and treading on it, any suffering as my left , as I lost my balance, was of no consequence to a pain-bearing hero like me.
At least the urine colour was of a good light shade in the . I’m so glad that the nocturnal pouches have arrived. Less chance of further infection. The morning view (07:00hrs) was, as I expected, after the clocks changing, a lot lighter. Even if I did forget to adjust all the clocks! Carer Marie did them for me.
I made the first of the two-a-day-only permitted mugs of tea. A good, strong one this time, made with my favourite of all, Glengettie tea. I put the last of the small potatoes in the crock-pot and added sea salt and a drop of liquid smoke. Then I limped (the toenail was still hurting from the attack on the Germolene tube). On the matter of health, another ailment all but had me over. as I was stepping over the door runner to get into the balcony to take some photographicalisations. Taking these scattered-about shots. The mudslide at the end of the car park is the first one. Then, a picture of the gravel footpath I used to walk up daily and beautiful trees. How I miss that daily walk. I can’t even get to it nowadays, let alone walk up it!
Got the computer booted up. arrived. Got the medications sorted and checked the taps and cooker for me. Had a mini-natter.
Then, made a start on the word-finding…. It never really stopped for hours and hours… until I realised the cock-up I’d made and the whole kit & caboodle were useless! I think I only stopped for a few visits. All of the exact nature. Not much got on the notepad memory-wise for me to refer to. Tsk!
I took a picture or two of the rain descending through the glass in the balcony windows. I decided not to open the window, of course, that sort of shower I did not need to take. Hehehe! I’m sure there was a pattern to the raindrops in the second photograph? All, no doubt, due to my addiction to pareidoliaising.
arrived with a new gal training. We managed a little nattering and a laugh. I mentioned my problem with my inability to get through to the Audio clinic and the Electricity Meter reading.
At some time or other, I took this shop of Gawd knows what? After a Sherlock Holmesian Mode was adopted, I decided it must be my fingers, knuckle? Arrived. I’d just nodded off in the £300, second-hand, c1968, charity shop-bought, eyesorely-horrendously grungy coloured, Harold Haemorrhoid-testing, easily-falloutable from, unfit-for-use, not working, recliner. Benjamin issued the medications. I tempted him to some Carer Treats from the Quality Street box.
Being deep into creating what turned out to be the most enormous, most prolonged waste of time at the word selections, I’d not noticed how the rain had continued. See the mudslide photo compared to the morning one higher up, this morning’s view!
Here’s the hidden cat revealed. Well, it was supposed to be. Not only could I not find it in the top photo, but I can’t even see it in this telltale photo! Mmm!
Got the meal finished off and served up. Back down in the £300, second-hand, c1968, not-working, incommodious, grotty recliner. Taste-Rating: Erm… err… 4/10.
Summary
The actions, mistakes and confusions of this day have got to me, no doubt about it! The confidence has been shattered, no that it mattered!
I woke after what I believed was a six-hour dream, and the memory of the ‘Gone-Missing-Laundry’ came to mind; as I was getting depressed and morbid at the prospects of having no dressing gowns, spending a fortune to replace them and the throws that may turn up, or likely will never will, and the email from the bank asking for confirmation and why I have bought the same things that I~~ did three months ago…
Then the real worry came to me. Wearing trousers for the Brain Scan at the hospital which is going to produce at least agony to poor Little Inchy as the catheter tube pulls and tugs again his fungal lesion. Next, the thought of having no dressing gown to change into and get out of the pain-giving trews when I get home to relieve the pain hit me… Argh!
A Mild Depression Dawned!
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – When I forced my tormented body and mind to rise from the depths of the second-hand, £300, charity shop bought, crumb-retaining, microorganism-microbe producing, gungy, moth-eaten, beige-coloured, non-working, bacillus encouraging, incommodious, Haemorrhoid Harold testing, c1968 recliner, I found that the Catheter punch contents were…
. At the highest level of colouration on the chart. .
I think there may be a slight chance, remote possibility, hundred-to-one shot, that today may not be a good one. Then again, when was my last good day? was not too hopeful of finding my ‘taken-away-to-be-laundered clothing’. The chances, must be slim, but she did say she’d have another look around for me.
Found my laundry. But no throws in there.
Morning: CorelDraw not letting me add any photos. Trouble getting into WP. Mousee taking me left & right, not up and down? Fearing the worse here…
I think I spent more time today out of it – than in? Problems with the bank (unsorted), WordPress (ongoing), CorelDraw (a night & daymare), Catheter Kathleen’s Accoutrements (Sorted by Carer Carole-Anne), the start of Trotsky Terence and the lurgy; a combined, concerted attack that was still in full flow this morning. (Wednesday). Multitudinous Memory Blanks and many periods for which I have not yet made a name to use for it. It’s hard to explain as well. But I’ll try;
❶: Over perhaps a four-hour period, during which two carers called, and several times I forgot what they had just said and what I was saying and going to say in reply. ❷: My mood went from euphoria to depression within seconds and kept alternating for a few minutes? (This has happened a couple of times over this last week, and this is the second session of it this week? ❸: The mind blanks and freezes can last for seconds or hours?. ❹: Sometimes I am so positive about something – certain, sure… Until five minutes, or hours, days later, and the doubts, dithering and then the oscillating begins. ❺: Questioning my own decisions. Loathing my actions sometimes… Momentarily engulfing bigger problems I have… ❻: Then, any stage or condition of mind may take over(worryingly). This can vary from a ‘Sod-Em-all’, ‘Why bother?’, ‘No one is bothered’, to a newish standard for me. ‘What can I say?’ ‘What can I do?… ❼: Which always turns into a self-loathing mode, frustration, or a hated, pathetic, dreaded Dracula-Depression.
If the end is really, nigh… Why should I wonder why? My depression I’d like to transmogrify… My brain & logic, to reunify, Or would it be best to just die? My moustache, with indigo dye? Either way, would there be an outcry? Or, take some CBD or eat some nautili? I asked for help, do I get a reply? I’m losing it quicker as time goes by… No good luck, fortune or stimuli! Sleep: I’m not getting much shuteye, Failures, bad luck; no shortage have I! Should I eat Spinach, like Popeye? But no, in vitamin K it’s too high! Banned for me, like sprouts & broccoli… Cabbage, grapefruit, at least I know why, What can I do: Whatever I try… But I’ll not let myself sink, mope or cry… What to have to eat? (I give a sigh!) Worrying, my weight’s getting so high! Apache potatoes, & a lemon cream pie? My gluttony, I cannot rectify, The Catheter hangs down painfully from my thigh, Although, what the heck does that signify? We’ll never know… bye-bye.
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – Photos of the day with the odd bit of comment.
Crisp-coloured day pouch.
Not the foggiest idea now; why I took this one?
Nor this one, but there may have been a witty idea drifting about that I could use... but it escaped!
Aha! The Ocado order arrived. Marmite! Fullish cupboard? Been after trying this for ages. Spring Water stockpile? Apache potatoes. Good looking and tasting, too!
A smidge bloodier?
Afternoon clouds. Very nice… Absolutely gorgeous close-up! Do you see a duck’s or snake’s head?
Later… Could be from another planet. These three had another sun showing up on the photo? Or did they?
Sunset starting…
Reflection… or whatever you call it…
Dang it, I had to visit the Porcelain Throne Thus the flow started… nine more visits before midnight!. ARGH!
The last views of the Sundown…
Fare Thee Well!
I think Carers Choe, Anne=Mrie, Sam and erm... er… Charly did for me today. So many blanks in the memory.
Amazing change in the urine colour on the first emptying
Social event notification.
Early evening. No sunset as such, but… I captured these two close-ups.
A man shouted at the panel… DELIVERY! I opened the foyer lock door… Then as I made my way to the door, I spotted the Amazon van pulling away…
Crap! He’s left the stuff down in the foyer, I bet! No choice left other than to go down and find out. Here I go! Which meant going down in my dressing gown with the catheter on display. Although at the time, this did not occur to me at all. (thanks, Doreen Dementia!) When I got down, and saw a stack of parcels left on the table near the door, some for me, and number 5 and 42 flats. It was when two ladies returning home came in, and I saw their faces as they looked at me, that I realised I had only got on the dressing gown and slippers! The kind ladies helped me with the parcels, one of them carrying one for me that would not fit on the three-wheeler walker. ♥ Bless Her! ♥
I’d ordered some giant cans of French Casserole. Citric Acid and vegan Bacon bits… Oh, and BBQ flavouring. I opened the boxes and got the waste I had made to the bin in the foyer. Then opened a can of the above meals… Of which five of the six cans had dents of varying degrees in them. Tsk! I got some potato chunks from the freezer and got them in the oven. Planning to add flavouring to the meal, then add the potatoes. Got the oven on the top heat setting, opened the can, and deposited the ingredients into the thick saucepan. It didn’t look particularly appetising to look at, but smelt rather delectable to me, anyway. 800grm of food, to which I added…
I settled into my crumbling rotting c1966. charity shop bought, the second-hand, wincingly grotty, beige coloured, not working, crumb-covered from the nocturnal nibblings, itch-making, uncomfortable, virus breeding, easy-to-fall-out-of, recliner. With the intention of watching an episode of ‘Heartbeat’. Drifted off into sweet oblivion for about an hour. (Bliss!) pressing the door chime to release the tune “Oh, Susana” blasting into my face from the box opposite my location, bringing me back to the scary reality of my tormenting, , and torturing, plaguing real-time, and the actual reality that life’s quality is sinking fast. (Shame). Jozeph issued the medications, and . He enquired if I was cooking something cause he cols smell food burning… Potatoes; I’d left them in the oven – for over an hour!
Hobbling at warp-three to the kitchen, in a semi-panic, only to find that the potatoes were burnt… but to perfection, for me, just how I love them. A bit of good luck there; after so long, surely they should have been just cinders? Is the stove on its way out? Farewell to Jozeph or Jozef; I wish I could remember to ask him. Hehe!
On with the meal making such as it was. I’d added the tomato passata, basil, liquid smoke and liquid salt & vinegar earlier to let it marinate in the saucepan for a while to get the flavour. I served it on the tray and took a photo of the feast. But, into the ether, it went from the SD card. It must be something I’m doing wrong, surely for it to happen so often? I left half of the meal in the saucepan, intending to transfer it to a dish and put it in the fridge to have tomorrow – but changed plans when I went into the kitchen in the morning and found it had gelled together and did not smell too nice. So, I dished it. Huh, all that cost and effort as well! !
It was while eating and enjoying it that I could smell some burning? I returned to the kitchenette to check things. All seemed okay to me?
Back into the front room to have another session with the fodder… then I got a Peripheral Neuropathy delayed reaction; and felt the pain around my knuckles… Yes, I supposed must have burnt myself taking the potatoes out of the oven? This often happens to me. With the nerve ends, neurotransmitters are dying off (Peripheral Neuropathy). Sometimes, the supposedly instant transmissions from the nerve end to the brain get delayed. So literally, the brain did not get the message until much later.
Today was possibly, maybe, perhaps, conceivably, feasibly perhaps, I imagine, I dare say without too much doubt (although this may be debatable), it is plausibly my worst day sincebeing born, then years later, finding out from the midwife that mater’s first words and action as the accoucheuse lady handed me to mother in a bloodied pillow slip.
This is Genuine; Mother also admitted it years later. Telling me that she took to me later.
“I don’t want it; throw it in the Trent!” Then dropped her fag ash from her Park Drive all over me.” Not one of the best starts to life, but now I’m nearing the end of it; it dawns on me that nothing seems to have changed?
Ah, life’s been good to me”
Not much of Diary again, sorry. I even had a roughly three-hour spell of total memory loss, a Mind-Blank, if you like. Mind you, when I came back into ersatz reality, the sunset was just starting, and I spent about two hours photographing the sun and skies… I’m just addicted to the beauty of it. Not a lot I can remember, my scrawled notes are not of much use, I’m afraid.
Anyway, here I go…
Up around 06:15hrs, and realised that the need for the porcelain Throne was due. I got the night pouch off of the . Hastened to the Throne and a messy job it was again.
To the kitchen to take these three terrible photographs of the view.
Sorry about this… Not good at all…
Made up the waste bags, a brew and Carer Jozef arrived. He was obviously running behind and wanted and or needed to press on with his rounds. So I did not engage him in any gossiping. Nice lad.
Made a start on updating yesterday’s blog. The pouch was filling up and needed emptying a few times more than usual… but every single time I bent down to open the valve for emptying, I went light-headed, and Dizzy Dennis paid a visit. This went on all day and is the same now at 23:00hrs
Then, the mind blank arrived. Not the foggiest memory, but a Carer had been and signed the log… who or what happened? I know not. Also, my little finger was hurting and the left side of the jaw too??? A tumble? Had I walked into a doorframe again? Mmm?
I remember Carer Caroline arriving, and I found out that I’d not given her a torch, so did so. Lovely gal!
Things came back as normal as they can be for me around sunset time. And boy, did I get fascinated by the changing sky… Yes, I did! Hehe! Here are all the Sunset photographs I took; I think I spent ages, with a few interruptions:
First shot
Clouds move all the time…
Sun lowering…
Coming through…
Nearly through…
Took a close-up
Getting brighter…
Ah, the colour comes…
Darn it! Had to go empty the pouch. Got back in time to catch these beauties…
Wonderful!
Wider shot…
Picturesque…
Globble-rots, off to use the Throne again. All changed again…
Awesome, the sun is not gone yet…
She has now, but she was still lighting the clouds…
Grrreat effects!
Daunting…
Hello, the sun’s showing again?. How does that work, then?.
Outstanding!
Another change? I love this!
Mother Nature…
All gone dark… but not for long…. Horison lights up?
The strip narrows.
Then goes…
The high sky goes grey.
Horizon strip white…
Well, a bluey-pink. Hehe!
Nightie-night…
Hello, hello. Can you see this?
I do believe I’m just seen and taken a shot of Jupiter?
Putting the camera away, Carer Richard came in. I’ve missed the lad. He seemed in a decent mood and looked better than he did last week, I’m pleased to report. He said he’d change the day catheter in the morning and then add the night pouch to . I feel like I spoke a lot, but can’t recall what about some sort of moaning, most likely. Grumpy Old Men do that!
I had a handful of fries done in the air-fryer, then a pot noodle with tons of seasoning in it.Dunked some bread in it.
Sleep came easily… As did the shooting awakes with a jerk! HUMPH!
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – It is now Sunday morning at 01:35hrs. I’ve had a bad day with the concentration, mind-blanks, a tumble, and the mind has not been my own. Worrying, which comes oh, so easily nowadays, has played a big part in my Saturday sadly-sinking morale. The arrival of the 2nd food order in two days brought on feelings of guilt and shame. Shame that I cannot seem to be logical about anything at all. This afternoon, when I made a snack and was washing up the few pots used, Weariness-Willy walloped me. I could do nothing but get sat down and drifted into a deep sleep that even the daymares did not spoil – for while dreaming… the usual, distorted things from the early years, somehow I knew I was dreaming and was pleased that I was sleeping. Had Doreen’s Dementia played any part in this catastrophically depressing, mind-wandering Samstag?
First photo of the day. Followed later… By three more.
Wash and nearly dressed. No trews was put on. I’m not going out anywhere, so a relief for the and me!
The accidentally ordered food arrived…
Porridge and noodles stocked up!
Special Prices on Surf.
Fridge overloaded.
Battered Sticks on offer.
Hello, I’m wee-weeing well!
Then came the mind blank, the big one. The Carers came, but I can’t recall much or who.
I had a snack of sorts
A pot noodles, and a pot of potatoes.
Weariness-Willy Attacked. Turned off the computer and did as the body told me to… I
Woke many hours later and arrived to destroy my daydreaming. This is when I think I. waffled on a bit. But maybe not? Yes… I did!
Got back on the computer. Went to make a brew..
Took some night shots; I’d missed the sunset
Humph!
I went back to the computer and saw signs of my having been nibbling rather a lot in the bin…
How could I do that and not realise it?
I worked on this blog for several hours. It was suddenly… to me, 03:20hrs! Where did the day go?
Made some nosh. It was horrible!
Got down in the c1966. charity shop bought, second-hand, wincingly grotty, beige coloured, not working, crumb-covered from the nocturnal nibblings, itch-making, uncomfortable, virus breeding, easy-to-fall-out-of, recliner.
The legs and ankles were looking much improved.
Put the TV on, anything with subtitles… But it was not needed. Around 04:00hrs, I drifted off into the land of blissfulness and peace. But, as tired out as I felt, Sweet Morpheus mocked me and woke me up with a jump and jerk several times. The Git!
The days started painfully – I needn’t have said that, had I? Hehehe!
The darned Lumix Camera was still not letting me take any photos!
Although, in the afternoon on what must have been close to the 12th.
try-to-get-the-bloody-thing-going; When I received some
official-looking brown envelopes mail, it did.
But it wasn’t bad news! & were with me on awakening… I’d be lost without their little morning greetings.
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The day of memory loss, disappointments, getting little done, , (Particularly her!), a few confusions of attacks via and a few bursts of feeling for no particular reason whatsoever. As per usual, made what should have been a better day worse. The Lumix playing up ruined any idea of a decent day’s photography. Yet apart from the odd depressions, which didn’t last long, but there were a good few of them, I seemed to press on regardless.
Arrived during one of my ‘up’ periods. Not that I can recall much. And why not? I’ve literally lost the notepad I’d been using for over half of the day. Likely thrown out later when I got the shock of the letters arriving. I reckon we had a natter and a laugh. I think he reminded me to ring Easy-Link to confirm the lift was arranged for Thursday’s visit to the Coppice Hospital… but that could have been yesterday.
Carers (I think) Sam called. Then Carer Charly. She took some photos of the Sunset. I tried the Lumix again, and it let me take one shot!!! I may have worn it out last night in taking so many shots of it? Hahaha!
The thicker envelope delivered was opened first.
Aha! An appointment for the first Brain CT scan had arrived. It’s for Friday, 24th February… I’ll just recheck; hang on… Yep, it’s for 2023. Luckily, Carer Sam, I think it was who collected the mail on her way in, read it for me. The print was a little small, and Cataract Katie is getting worse every day.
The picture of the CT machine,, was just like the one the QMC A&E took a scan of my bladders last month; it was just the circle bit…. or was it the month before?
I remember falling over in there, trying to get my leg up and over, so they could get to the bladder.
The map of where to go was even smaller in scale.
A long list of things that need ‘Special Attention’, included Diabetes and Neurological Conditions. Of which, I have.
I must remember to ask Richard if he can make a list of anything changed in my ways to take with me to the nurse at the Coppice Mental Hospital on Thursday. I keep forgetting to ask him. Or have I asked him yet? Worra-life!
I managed to get through the Easy-Link people and got the lady with the voice that suited my ear-holes. Checked and confirmed that I had booked a lift for Thursday at the Coppice and then made one for the 24th for the Brain Scan.
The other letter was telling me I had failed to attend the Doctor’s to have an INR Blood Test and had to do so urgently. I must contact the Doctor to book an appointment immediately. Well, being as they have been coming to my flat to take it for two years now, I assumed they were going to continue to! Also, as well as, besides that, No one told me anything? Does the nurse’s striking have any effect on this scenario?
Now, if I snuff it via a blood clot or stroke, heart attack, or bleeding to death… according to the unknown because it’s not been taken level of INR is too high or low – if anyone reading this can investigate for me, please.
Naturally, you may not find out cause I’ll be dead, won’t I? I’ll be busy at St Peter’s Gate logging into whichever department they send me to. I’m hoping St. Peter doesn’t want to send me back to try again? That would be horrendous… one lifetime of misery is enough for anyone. I shall refuse to go back, and if he doesn’t like it… well… I’ll sulk!Hehehe!
Better get some nosh sorted out, then.
Which I did – no photo, of course; the Fuji needs new batteries. Tsk!
AN UP AND DOWN DAY TODAY Depressed one minute, singing away five minutes later, looking for figures and faces in the clouds… Then for some unknown reason, I got such a sharp pain from Little Inchie, and I was not moving, just sat making my usual mistakes and errors on the computer? Unfortunately, off and on, they have been pestering me all day. They still are. Humph!
When I burnt the meal, the third time in three days, a reason or cause to feel down you’d have thought? But no, I just drained and wrapped the burnt stew in multiple thick waste bags, and I took them to the dustbin. Returned to start making another meal.
I couldn’t find my favourite smooth writing Paper-Mate Ink-Joy pen. There’s no logic about the panic I got myself into. Jesus, I’ve got no end of pens I could have used – But No! I just had to find it at all costs! Nothing else got done for well over an hour; nothing else seemed to matter! Until I found it underneath Hopewell’s c1962 falling apart splintered cabinet, right at the back against the wall.
This was not going to beat me, oh, no! I got the best of the picker-upperers. Picker-Percy.
It’s been used almost daily for a couple of years or more, but still working well. It can (and does) pick up individual tablets, even the smallest ones, the Beta-Blocker, Bisoprolol Fumarate, and I-litre bottles of water. A great friend indeed, especially when in need. But, this time, and not Percy’s fault…
I foolishly leant a little too far forward in my effort to fish the pen from the darkness beneath… By the time I’d got it, a few things had taken place…
❶ As I leant down, I squashed against the catheter tube and yanked it out a little… ❷ The swearing and cringing did not help the pain in any way, but I felt a smidge better. ❸ I got Metal-Micky (the four-pronged stick) and went to the wet room to stop the bleeding from Little Inchy. Got some new Depends on, and back to the problem at hand. ❹ Stooped and lost my balance, ‘Clunk’ as my head hit the loose door on the cabinet… ❺ Then back to the wet room and put some Savlon on the forehead, and once again, to stop the bleeding from Little Inchy. Got some new Depends on. I tried to assess any damage to and back to the problem at hand. I got the pen retrieved and should have been more than content… Hah! ❻ It was a different pen, not the Paper-Mate! That’s still hiding somewhere. Hehe!
Carer Jozeph, Carer Sam, and Carer Sarah called up to now. (20:00hrs) A late one to fit the later.
Only been two visits up to now.
Here are the few photos taken today?
♫ FOOD GLORIOUS FOOD ♫ DELIVERED I was soi lucky that Carer Joseph was here when they arrived. The driver left them down in the main lobby! Joseph fetched them up for me, for which he got some cold coffee and all my thanks for helping.
and the last of the fodder
I took this early after getting up to try and catch the shadows from the other flats as they stretched across the tree copse/.
Going to get my evening meal now. Before the night bag gets attached.
Adding the tasty ersatz bacon to the tomatoes, Mediterranean 7-vegetable sauce, and sea-salted, chopped tomatoes with basil in the saucepan. Stirred continually ( as the hot water tap was left run cold, Huh!), and got it served up on the tray.
I got settled in the £300, bought nine years ago from the second-hand shop, Harold Haemorrhoid testing, repugnantly beige-coloured, crumb containing, virus-breeding, acne-giving, rickety, itch-producing, back-pains-guaranteed, none-working, recliner. Two of the over-floured bread rolls to dunk in the juices. And the last of the cheap Strawberry jam imitation desserts. I wallowed in the feast, slowly enjoying the flavour. The Taste-Rating for this one was 8.9/10.
after mayhap the best-flavoured nosh all week came the job of washing the things up from its creation. It took me ages to get the pots clean. Thank heavens I used a throw-away tin foil tray in the oven; that made things easier not having to scrub the oven dish.
After getting things sorted, I dipped into the Sprinkle buttons for a self-treat. Seemed a good and earned idea to me.
Sorry I did now! I popped three of the rainbow-covered bits of chocolate into my mouth.The pain and blood from the broken tooth that one got lodged in, indicated that doing this was not a good idea. It wasn’t! Tsk!
I took these photos of the late sun setting. Bootiful!
A distance shot… Then a close-up of the departing sun over the horizon.
Came in, and to the for me. He emptied the urine bucket and checked that the flow from Day Pouch to Night Pouch was working. All good. Richard checked the taps and stove were not left on. He pointed out that I’d taken the antibiotics at the wrong time. At the time, I was convinced I was doing right and could not get my head around the problem, but accepted his findings without question. Somehow deep in the depths of the controlled brain, I was more confused than ever, however: In the morning, when I thought about it, it was so obvious to me that the lad was so right. How these changes in awareness come and go annoy me. Then I get angry with myself. Not as angry as when I do stupid things, like leaning forward and bending, kneeling full well there is a risk of a visit from or at worst, an . Then get pee’d off when it happens! Grrr!
Another example of Inchies newly acquired ineptitude, incompetence, inadequacy and incapacitation are shown above. Not one of the best selfies I’ve tried for. Hehehe! Still, I might use it on the blog, mayhap as an ode-topper?
Safe Sleep, with Bo-Beep, After counting the sheep, I hope your sleep is deep… Dream of nothing grossièreté, Find happiness in a heartbeat!
