– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – So. I’ve got recurrent aphthous stomatitis, Glaucoma Gladys; Eyesight out of focus, The return of pain from Toothache Tiffany, Peripheral Pete is acting somewhat oddly, Up in the sky is a whopping cumulonimbus! Years ago, I was libidinous and lascivious, Now, I move ornamentally, & act sentimentally, I often act like a schoolteacher sumpsimus. I don’t mean to act so obnoxious, My toes and feet turned white & xanthous, Many things make me worried and anxious, How can mortals beat off the oligarchy? They rule, from wars, they make more money! Proletariats, innocents survive quixotically… Politicians live life quintessentially, We vote for MPs who we think, essentially, Will do the job least damagingly… In return, 26 taxes go up, regretfully, Starmer gives pensioners a financial raspberry! Commoners hate… his MPs show him ambivalence! He may be vacillatious, the voters are unfelicitous, A backhand-taker, give him a certificate, Did God permit this animal to rule us? With his lies & constant obscurantist blatherskite! Lies is another word spoken in omission, But we’ll see him consider any admission, As he agrees to send more ammunition… Compassion to him is an apparition, Of course, some eye him with a different complexion, Would never give him any condemnation, They’ll be part of some financial conglomeration! Overseas investment, banks denying the crucifixion. Fair enough, I’m still awaiting confirmation… What’s he done? My conclusion is he causes confusion, His manner & words show floccinaucinihilipilification. To pensioners; flabbergastation, N.I. increases, employers frustration, To voters, he’s an overpaid fustilarian. The self-employed, driven to fulmination! Taxpayers, give him a two-fingered gesticulation! He must be the current most-hated man in the nation, He’s guilty of inspiring the common man’s hortation!. Personally, I think he’s a schmuck, a sleeveen, His stealing from pensioners was particularly mean! We’ll mostly be dead come the next election… My last words are typed with some hesitation... Bear in mind they come from a man lacking education, I’ll be waiting for him, at his damnation! And we can both have a discussion in Hell’s dungeon! – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – Early morning—well, not all that early, really—around 06:30 hrs, morning views from the kitchenette window.
Later on.
An hour or so later.
Toothache Tiffany kicked off.
Teatimeish.
Not a proper meal. But the innards had been playing me up all day, and I didn’t want to annoy them anymore. I was content with what I had: Milk Roll sliced bread, nobutter-buttered tomatoes, beetroot, and red onions. The last pickled egg: red onion, a splodge of Marmite, or Vegemite—I like them both. And mini franks of undetermined meat and flavour, but they tasted okay.
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I’m struggling with toothache, seizures, and concentration. Lack of sleep is doing me no good, either. I can’t get caught up.
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Let’s see how I go in the morning and if the computer is kind to me when it comes to saving photos. I’m low.
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– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – I’d been out for beer & darts, I was feeling merry, I took a shortcut home through the cemetery, I was between the trees having a pee… And a voice started talking so pleadingly! I turned & there was a man who looked skeletony… I was stunned when he asked hoarsely… ‘Ave yer gorra gasper matey? Adding, yer the first one who’s ever seen me! The things I’ve seen, rising from my grave nightly, I asked rather wearily and sceptically… Are you dead then? A little sarcastically, Oh, yer, I snuffed it in 1963, Did yer die painfully or sinisterly? Nae, boringly… Worappened specifically? The missus killed me! I went out for a beer at the Apple Tree… But I drank beer tremendously, Had a pee up against that tree… I tangled the zip, and it cut my weenie! Bled to death, no help around this vicinity, Off to la-la land, fell down this grave to the hereafter, Laid there and died, drunk, couldn’t even pray, They put someone’s coffin on top of me the next day, Still, I can get out at night now to play, I’m sorry to hear that; what can I say? I fooled yer. I’m just a dead hornswoggler…
Commonly known as the Grim Reaper, Oh, you’re the soul taker? I’ll not read the warrant; it’s just a longueur, You’ll be free of worries & hylomania, I could let you stay longer, however… Delay taking your soul to the hereafter, Can you help the Grim Reaper Grand Templar? What does he want, your head denunciator? Fags! To calm his temper! Just take me; my life here is just crepuscular!
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The computer contributed to the mental confusion, stubbornly stopping me from saving files.
Eventually, after the fourth Ccleaning session, I circumvented some of the photo refusals by grouping some together and making them minuscule. And it worked!
I thought this was the solution. I tried again with others, and not only did it not save them, but it deleted the ones I was trying to save them as! So I lost some more of them. Frustrated is not a strong enough word! The day did not start well. I got up at 07:15hrs. I’ve been getting up later for some reason. The night pouch was far too deep, a colour to my liking. Searching the nurse’s bags to find a mesh catheter pouch holder took me so long. And proved to be another of my many, varied multitude of failures. The door chime chimed. Carer Sam came in. The medications were sorted, the diabetic socks sorted, and a short natter was enjoyed. The Kodak Camera was in a temperamental mood. It kept telling me each time I returned the card from the computer to the camera that it needed Formatting. But this will erase all content on the SD card!
All I could do was to take it out and put it back in again, sometimes up to 8 times!
I shot the room to see if it worked this time. Then I took a snap of my beloved tree copse. Unfortunately, it will soon be bare of leaves. Bootiful!
I got the ablutions sorted. One gigantic mega-torpedo with rear-end splitting capabilities! (Haha! I don’t know why I laughed then; it wasn’t funny!)
Two little tiny nicks shaving that oddly took ages to stop bleeding. The amount of Brut needed surprised me. Maybe my INR level is a bit high? When I stepped out of the bowl of antiseptic-disinfected water that I’d been standing in a while shaving, panged like crazy, and this, at only raising the leg about 2 feet to clear the bowl. Odd that! I Phorpain gelled both Cartilages and Arthur Itis’s knees. Got the olive Oil in both earholes. Blephagelled the right… no, left eye, and sprayed both. Then I rubbed the barrier cream on the arms, hanging belly, and base of Little Inchy. The blotches and spots had returned above each eye, so they also got some barrier-creaming. I added some Germolene on top.
Poor Little Inchie was the next job to tackle. Left till last again, you notice. Maybe I enjoy pain. What’s the word I want? Maybe I’m a masochist, is it? I’m sure Little Inchie shrivels up even more when he sees the tube coming his way. I went to the kitchen, got the earhole sprayer, and gave both ear canals a good blast of purified water. I cut some Warfarin tablets in half for the Caregivers to use on their morning calls. The dosage is currently 1½ every day until the next test on Monday, November 25th. I think. I scribbled some notes of the day on the reminder pad and made a mug of tea using JS Extra Strong and Thompson’s Punjana tea bag. It tasted delicious!
They started coming at me as soon as I got on the computer. After this, they rarely gave me a rest. And here I am, trying to write this at 0950hrs tomorrow morning, with nothing added to the memory notes from here on. It felt like an instant change from being somewhat with it to being unsure of what I was doing. I’ll mention this to the nurse on Monday at the surgery. That’s something else that concerns me; three carers said they would try to get through to Easy-Link for me and get back to me to see if they can do me a lift. I’ve heard nothing. So, I must walk to the surgery and back on Monday (tomorrow). I’m told it’s not their job to ring up for me. I ask them to, cause of the mistakes I’ve made in the past with mishearing what they say on the phone. Face-to-face is a lot easier, but I’ve had trouble using a telephone or mobile since the stroke. Now that the landlines have gone ‘Fibre’, catching everything said over the phone is more challenging than ever. I’ll not bother them again. I felt guilty asking them in the first place.
Anyway, I managed last Tuesday without a lift. It about crippled me with the effects of the hypos. Hehe! I hope the RSV jab is kinder to me than the Covid & Flu ones were.
I had the microwave heat-and-eat dishes arrive. It said to avoid staining the pot, do not cook tomato sauces, baked beans, or fatty foods.
I was going to have some lamburgers. Carer Joanne said they are cookable in the air fryer. But because I wanted to try the microwave pots, I put a readymade meal and some cooked beef in a pot and cooked them for 6 minutes in the microwave. I lost the photo along with all the others, eaten by the computer. The meal looked okay and smelt fine. But oh, dear, it tasted terrible. The first time I used the microwave dish, I left it stained already.
The Grim Reaper paid another call; he’s named Zit, This is the second time this month he’s paid a visit, He smelt of death and vinaigrette… He went on about heaven & hell both being illicit, Hell? he thought I’d cope better with it, Heaven: I wouldn’t last for a minute … Hell holds politicians and people who are Oligarchic, He offered me a different course of action, He can arrange the Time Lord option, He’s willing to assist me get a Grim Reaper adoption, But to qualify, I must commit an abomination! “Must I rob a bank or do an abduction?” You must kill; your best bet is an assassination… “That’s no problem if it’s a politician”, “Knocking off our PM would be a pleasure, Do you mean Keir Starmer? “He’s a pensioner plunderer!” “A liar by omission & deceiver!” “He’s more of a hoodwinker than a wisecracker!” Great, get it done sooner, not later… You’re due to snuff it this December! – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
ON THE MEND NOW! Despite my inability to stay asleep for more than ten minutes, I’d been engulfed 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 for hours & hours. Slowly, the pains from my left arm had dwindled, and my right arm was hardly noticeable. The dizziness was less frequent, and I was feeling much better now. Shivering was the only ailment, any bother. Naturally, Cartilage Carol and Chloe still gave the impression that they would give way, but they’ve been doing that for months. It’s been a while since my last visit to the , at least I think it has. I felt a lot more savvy with it this morning.
The night pouch seemed to be fuller than usual. If I recall correctly, I asked the Carer to put it on earlier than normal. I can’t remember why. I wobble into the kitchen, planning to check things and get the ablutions sorted. But No! The hot water tap had been left running for 6 hours. It was only dribbling, but enough for the water to be stone cold! For once, I don’t think I can be blamed. I did not go in the kitchen at all yesterday afternoon or night.
So, no ablutioning could be done. I did try using the Porcelain Throne NO MOVEMENT! Then I went back to the kitchenette. And I took these snaps of the morning view on offer.
Carer Richard arrived as I was doing the pictureless Wednesday blog. I remembered telling him that the prescriptions had been picked up and telling him a short tale of the events on Tuesday. I asked each carer to please let him know that I’d got the medicines to save him from going to collect them. But he said no one told him. I’m glad but surprised that I remembered it now.
The J. Sainsbury order arrived while Richard was here. I got it put away before I thought about photographing anything. Richard helped me carry the bags to the kitchen.
So I nipped around, taking these shots on the left.
Top one Frikadellens in the fridge. Next, Golonkowa and sausages are in the fridge. Then, some cut-price burgers and beef in gravy were also in the fridge. Drinks, ready-made meals, cream cakes for the warden’s treat, and a jar of black bean sauce were also included. Then, there are yoghourts, lemon curd, and lemon & lime flavours. And the Vegemite. I topped up the nurse’s drinkie shelf. Not, I’d got myself some cans of shandy.
Imitation gurgling sounds came from the innards; I shot back to the wet room. Well, that was a pointless effort. Not a sausage! Pain & blood, Yes! Hehehe!
When Carer Sham left in the afternoon, I realised that had been so kind to me over the last day and a half while I was out of it and feeling rough. It was her returning with a vengeance that made me realise. Suddenly, I was struggling to concentrate again. I also realised how well I had done with the blog. It all changed! At least was being kind to me. I may regret saying that later!
Would any of my hundreds of fans, either of you, like to guess what this photo is of? I ask cause I can’t remember taking it or where or why?
It’s getting hard work now with the mind-blanks.
Warders Julie & Deans popped in to see me. Then I received a call from someone convinced I was someone called Trevor. I tried to keep calm about his insistence on swearing and telling me not to be such a wanker. He may well have been intoxicated or on drugs, and maybe he’s rang the wrong number. I hope.
I ordered some microwave heat and eat plates. I don’t think I’ll be able to get the cooker removed and replaced anytime soon, so I don’t want to spend any money on it. Getting the computer sorted out is my priority. Hopefully, I can manage these pots with the microwave and air-cooker.
I took these snaps of the kitchen view. It was getting dark and a smidge misty, but I tried to capture the changing colours of the trees and bushes.
Hello, I’m off to the often-visited WC in the wet room yet again!
Same result, NOW OUT!
Carer Chris did the tea-time call. He was in a rush, he’ll be doing the late call too.
Ging to sign off now and get something to eat.A can of tomatoes, bacon and bread, methinks. Back in the morning. I took these shots while I was cooking. I like it when the photographs depict the sky as having a brown hue. It does it sometimes in the morning as well. Of course, it’s most likely due to something I keep doing repeatedly wrong photographically.
The meal: Tomatoes, black bean sauce, red onions sliced in, and some smoked streaky bacon. Brown & wholemeal cobs, and after digesting the feast, Carer Christopher arrived. The little monkey ran his fingernails along the soles of my feet again when he took of my diabetic socks. I’ve asked him not to. Hehe! But he seems to enjoy doing it. (Joking, I don’t want anyone to read this and think otherwise)
No electricity bills – it’s been cut off! Now, can everyone stop labelling me a crook, pensioner-pincher?
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The first visit to the WC was a Constipation Conrad torpedo of mammoth proportions, which pleased me, given the upcoming medical visits later today. There is less chance of embarrassment from any leaks.
I got on the computer to finish Monday’s blog. Then, most surprisingly, I was summoned to the porcelain Throne again. I was even more amazed at Trotsky Terence in control again! Which made me feel a fool for mentioning how pleased I was with Constipation Conrad. Now, I think the opposite. Coping with the bloody catheter is bad enough, especially with having to wear trousers again, the first time in months. I regained the worry over any leaks from the catheter or it filling up while I was out; now I fear things may escape from the rear end! I pressed on with starting this blog. And half an hour into the job – unbloody-believable!
This third visit was messy and ultra-gooey in the extreme! It’s a good job that I have plenty of toilet paper and air freshener to hand in the wet room. Now, I worry about the bus journeys to and from the medics. Can I avoid any getting on and off of the bus? Will there be any waiting for what is needed? That will give it more time to leak or burst on the bus or during surgery. And walking is not an option anymore. That would take me an hour each way and almost guarantee an on the trips to and from Sherwood. It turned out to be a lot longer.
Stopping here, wait for the caregiver, put on socks, take medications, and then do the ablutions. Then, sort out what is needed for the trip and leave before midday for the surgery: bus pass, collapsable walking stick, Medical card, appointment card, and log book. Empty the catheter bag, wear new PPs, and wear trousers. Oh, and hearing aids and put on long-distance spectacles.+ Keys.
It’s all a challenge that no one should have to go through. But, with no one to help, I must sort it out myself.
Life can be a @?*⇓⊗! No! Life is a @?*⇓⊗!.
Care Christopher arrived and put on my socks. He also took the laundry bag at my request. I haven’t received it yet, but it’s only been 25 hours so far. Oh, I get them back.
Care Sam came later. She could see the state I was in with my nerves. She kindly helped me get the things together for the journey-to-hell send-back. (Well, it was a struggle, as I hope you will read about later.) Sam kindly walked me to the bus stop, which was kind of her. When leaving the flat, she returned to get my hat, which I had forgotten to put on. But, waiting for the bus, I remembered the last time I went on one and fell getting onto the bus, and then off of it!
I chickened out and walked down Winchester Street Hill into Sherwood, carefully and slowly. The famously cracked pavements were now covered with leaves in sheltered areas, and it was difficult to manoeuvre the three-wheeled-walker when hitting leaf-covered potholes. No falls yet. I reached the bottom of Winchester Street and went up Mansfield Road to the supposedly arranged flu jab at the top chemist. On the way up the hill, I called in the Co-op and got some food. As I walked up towards the chemist, the atmosphere was bleak. Nine people on that short stretch of the incline sat in closed shop doorways with the traditional pot of coffee, begging and giving out depressing stares that could melt you if you looked back at them. Poor devils or con men?
I plodded up the hill to the chemists, taking my time so I wasn’t too early for the flu jab appointment. Whoopsiedangleplop. The lady said I was not booked for a jab, and anyway, the lady who does them is not in on Tuesdays. I explained that my caregiver had rung to make the appointment, but she may have made it at a different chemist. I might not have explained which one very carefully. I think I was in a mini-seizure when she made the calls. She recommended I try the bottom chemist, a quarter of a mile down the hill and almost up the high point on the right. So I began the long trek down and up Mansfield Road to the second chemist to investigate. I got so far down and remembered there was a chemist to the north that the Carer might have booked me in with. Turned around, passing the Co-op and first chemist back up the hill and down to the Daybrook Chemist. I was feeling knackered by then! Got there. So, back up the Mansfield Road Hill to Sherwood, down through Sherwood to the chemist.
Nope, I wasn’t booked in with him either. He rang other chemists without any luck. But Carrington Chemist could do me now and give me the COVID-19 jab.
It was another dangerous trip over the hill and down into Carrington. Before crossing any roads, the pavements and high steps on that route need working out.
Finally, I got there and was told they would not start the injections for 20 minutes. ‘Take a seat’; I was told in a way that dared not take one. So, I sat down, knowing the agony I’d be in when standing up again from Cartilages Chloe & Carole! With all the walking and hobbling, fighting to keep three-wheeled-walker-wally from tipping over, that I’d done.
I was first in the queue, though. I got into the treatment room. The lady said she could not give me the DVT procedure but did give me the COVID and Flu jabs. An assistant stopped me on my way out. She had some Prescriptions that I could take with me. Which, hopefully, will mean Carer Richard will not have to fetch them for me this week. I must remember to tell the Carers later on about this.
Then, the long slog back up the Mansfield Road hill and down into Sherwood began.
I crossed the road to return on that side, thinking the pavements might be easier to navigate. They weren’t. I pressed on steadily and carefully.
I did not experience arm pain, but there were plenty from the Cartilages. The arm aches started when I got into the flat. I called into the continental shop and got some food. Then, I finally reached the bottom of Winchester Street. I have no idea of the bus timings nowadays, so I hastened… Haha! And hobbled up Winchester to the bus stop.
Luckily a bus was due in six minutes.
I stood up on the bus. I didn’t want to start Chloe and Carole off again. The arms were twinging a little now, not as bad as later on, and in the morning, Wow!
Gt in the flats, said hello to Warden Julie as I passed, and up to the flat. Food & sleep, I’m sure, were primarily on my mind.
And boy, after eating, (I took a snap of the meal as I recall, and the batteries ran out in Kodak Tim. Did I sleep? Yep! I slept for about 14 hours!
I was so chuffed with my handling all of the confusion, Although, at times, it seemed like a hallucination, Sorting the chemistas out crippled my bunion! I felt like I’d walked to and back from Euston! It was painful to free myself from inaction, I suffered incapacitation but had an incarnation. Despite the pain from the Covid and Flu injections, And having to face averbal inquisition, I say this with no doubts but justification…
I believe this should/could be achievable…
Twice a week, if the weather is allowable…
I’ll take a walk around the flats, well, a hobble!
It may be stopped by Bunion Baz or Cartilage Carol,
Inchies, Fungal lesion, Diabetes, things Peripheral,
Seizures Sandra, Sham’s Shocks electrical,
No problem, I can always reschedule!
The hobble will naturally start off ephemeral…
If this goes well, and my body is permissible,
Although these plans sound frangible…
My new power may make them possible!
Lance Francis, 25, received the longest sentence of 14 years after being convicted of riot and arson with intent to endanger life. Reiss Wilson, 21, was jailed for 12 years. Wilson admitted riot, perverting the course of justice and arson being reckless as to whether life is endangered. Curtis Dejean, 19, was detained for 10 years. Callum Powell, 20, of Jarrow Gardens, Top Valley, was found guilty of rioting and sentenced to five-and-a-half years in a young offenders’ institute. Shaundrie Robinson, 22, of Scotholme Avenue, Hyson Green, was also found guilty of rioting and jailed for five years. Gregory Coleman, 20, of Broxtowe, was found guilty of rioting and sentenced to five years in a young offenders’ institute. Anthony Edwards, 24, of Noel Street, Hyson Green, admitted to riot and was jailed for three years and nine months. Ashton Alexander, 19, of Radford Road, New Basford, admitted rioting and was sentenced to four years in a young offenders’ institute. Harrison McCalla, 21, of Carlswark Gardens, Top Valley, admitted to riot, jailed for four-and-a-half years. Lucas Stapleton, 18, of Dulwich Road, Radford, admitted rioting and was sentenced to two years and nine months in a young offenders’ institute. Ricardo Cotteral, 23, of Basford Road, Basford, admitted to violent disorder and was jailed for three years. Bobby Muers, 18, of Caunton Avenue, St Ann’s, admitted violent disorder, sentenced to 15 months in youth custody. Kaiden Howell, 16, of St Ann’s, admitted violent disorder and was sentenced to six months’ detention and training. Marcus Wynter, 16, of St Ann’s, admitted violent disorder, sentenced to four month’s detention and training. Shaundre Robinson, 22, of Scotholme Avenue, Hyson Green, received five years in prison. Kaiden Howell, 16, of Eccles Way, St Ann’s, pleaded guilty to violent disorder and was jailed for six months. These young lads sent down are all out now, free once again to commit more crimes. Of these eight, they tell me that six are back in the lock-up. And all eight have offended again. They seem to be just as violent as before. Attempted murder, arson, murder, stabbing, rape, drug offences, and having offensive weapons in public.
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.- – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – What an odd night’s sleep last night.
I’m sure that the moments between waking up with a jump were followed by a dream. I felt so unsettled each time, but I cannot now recall anything about their disturbing contents.
I soon remembered that DVT Warfarin Nurse Hristina was coming this morning to take some blood for testing.
About 06:15hrs, I rose slowly from the slumber and limped off to the wet room to get a wash & shave.
Constipation Conrad was back in full charge of the action again. One gigantic torpedo, followed immediately by golf ball-sized, sea-mine-shaped lump. The contents had three distinctly different colours. Mostly Kharki, with bits of black and red from the blood that trickled out. Damned painful!
It was too early to use the noisy shower, so I had a good stand-up wash and shave. The Razors scored a few nicks and cuts, but the Brut stopped the blood flow.
I went to get the kettle on and took this poor shot of the view from the kitchenette window.
Shaking Shaun visited me at the wrong time. Tsk!
Kicked-off, nice and steady at first.
But she soon got into one of the persistent rhythms, and I was all over the place mentally. I don’t know how I managed to get things done, albeit mostly wrongly, and I need corrections.
I’m sure things were not helped by the pain from causing a lot of bleeding this afternoon. I gave out the odd, Argh! Ooh & naughty words.
Carer Richard did the first call. Carer Chloe the second. And Carer Joanne popped in with the washing she does for me, bless her, the thin, long nightshirts that cannot go in a washer. She even hung them up for me (she has a catheter, so she knows the pain that a catheter can inflict ♥) and said she would try to contact Easy Link to sort out a lift for next Monday for me to go to and back from the DVT test to see if I need an operation… not that I’d live long enough with the length of the waiting list. Haha!
I may not have time to write a blog tomorrow, so I will see if I can start on it tonight. A cartoon and an Ode would be better than nothing. I can always post it if the medications don’t do what they did to me last time. (I’m having the flu jab as well.) I think I slept for 22 hours after the jab the previous time.
Earlier End Views are allowed to save! YeeHaa!. The end car park. The Tree Copse.
Can’t remember, but this may have been from yesterday.
I’m getting hungry now. I’ll get a meal, and if anything happens and it lets me put photos on, I’ll catch up in the morning. Oh, no, I’ll not have time. Well, if I get up early enough, I’ll have time. I’m struggling here. What I’ll be like after the jab, I don’t know. I hope they do the procedure if needed, that is, first, and then after the jab, I can rush back here to fall asleep for a day, just like last year.
TTFN – Back in the morning.
Good Morning! Tuesday A.M.
04:10hrs: Lousy sleep. I got up and struggled with getting the night pouch off. I sorted the waste bags; I must remember to ask the Carer to take the laundry bag; it’s full already.
I got on the computer to try to finish this blog. I hope there is time for me to start on Tuesdays. I have to sort the medication, bus pass, ablutions, and get dressed. I haven’t been out for that long; I’ve forgotten the bus times. I hope the catheter bag does not fill up while I’m out and about. Also, Arthur Itsis, Anne Gyns, Cartilages Cathy, and Chloe don’t play up with this sudden-to-them exercise. Hehe!
I’m praying that Sandra’s Seizures don’t kick off when I’m getting on or off the bus or in traffic.
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – I think there must be someone high up there, Who decided who would or would not have hair, A sort of overlord, Tsar or Universal Emporer, Who decided what would be unfair or fair… Created humankind, including Pol Pot & Hitler, Mugabe, Stalin, Putin, so many experts in tyranny, Giving his creations free will was undoubtedly silly. National leaders full of thimbleriggery, Thus, we have wars, dictators and seigniory, Nations ruled discretely by the oligarchy, Dominated in the name of greed, sinfully, I see the end of Earthlings… undoubtedly, Did he/she mean to create humankind’s ubiquity? Was he/she mistaken in giving us free will? Maybe! Why bother at all? Was it experimentally? A challenge from the boss of the next galaxy? Was Earth ever meant to be cruelly umpty? Should it have been mankind-free? If accurate, Adam & Eve are the ones guilty! I was going to muse over Starmer, you see… But I’ve got to go for another urinoscopy,
Not that I’ll ever again manually pee!
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So far behind. Going to be a cut-short version.
Morning views.
Ablutions carried out. 3 tiny cuts shaving. Little Inchie fungal lesion bleeding. Shaking Shoulder Shirley throughout the session. Porcelain Throne painful, bloody and yet messy as well? Beats me!
08:45: The caregiver arrived. He had been delayed somewhere and was in a rush to catch up. I forgot to ask him to put on the diabetic socks for me. I’m blooming cold! Hehe!
Computer on. Update from Windows, update from WordPress and update from CorelDraw.
The browser froze again.
I still hadn’t got the browser available. Carer Joanne did the midday call. (I gave her a gentle hug and a kiss) Joanne put on the new socks for me—bless her. THe hospital kept her in on her visit. The test showed various levels tested for to be too high or low. (Catheter-needing problems, so painful). Gladly, she is out again, obviously. Super news! XXX
I’m assuming here cause the timings etc., could well be all too cocked up, as I spent so long getting the computer to restart and work, I did not make any notes on the reminder pad.
Took these close-ups of the local residences.
The Browser played up again, and an update took a long time. So, I took some more Kodak photos.
The DVT Nurse Hristina rang. I think she said that she would be calling on Monday around 08:00hrs. The reason for my uncertainty is that a mammoth seizure, the longest I’ve ever had, came over me after I put the phone down.
When things clicked back in with me, I’d been working on the computer and making a hash of it. It took me hours to make things right. Then when I went on CorelDraw, I found I’d done the same there. I’d also saved some photos, not many, but they were saved all over the place, and again, a lot of time was lost searching for them to use, as the computer had stopped allowing me to save again. That needed me to use the Ccleaner; by the time I got the long-winded procedure over with, I’d forgotten where I was before! Depressions Dawned!
These seizures are a fantastic thing to understand. They can come on for seconds without me even realising, or like this one did, for hours. I merrily press on, no idea what I’m doing or have done. A sort of… erm, I’m not sure how to describe it.
If the telephone rings, the door chimes, or anyone comes in the room, I’m instantly back in the running, aware, almost alert. But this is often reversed when I find the things I’d been doing that I’d forgotten about. One such instance today was when Chris left after the evening call. I found a paper dish with crumbs in it, and it was warm on the side of the sink. I must have heated it up in the microwave and eaten it; no food was in the bin. This morning, I realised the cornish pastie was not in the fridge… it must have been in my tummy? Hahaha!
This may be why I often go to the fridge to get something and find it is not there? Worralife!
I assume it could be linked to or spurred on by FND. Neuropathic Myoclonus: (sudden, brief involuntary twitching or jerking of a muscle or group of muscles. The twitching cannot be stopped or controlled by the person experiencing it.
All these are linked to Peripheral Neuropathy, which itself is caused by one’s Neurotransmitter’s dying. This causes problems for the brain to read the messages being sent to it, and often, the brain gets confused and responds with the wrong responses.
It’s challenging to master cooking in a microwave.
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – Just half a mile away from the flats. A lot has been happening around here lately. Two pensioners mugged at the bus stop in Sherwood. Three drug raids with sight from the kitchen window. The 13-year-old in Carrington with weapons. Carrington Co-op staff attacked by shoplifters. Care Home closed down after patients died overnight, and no one noticed until the morning wake-up call. Humph! No, sorry, that was in Nottinghamshire! – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – Yet another nodding off and waking up again every few minutes of the night.
Then, taking off the nocturnal catheter pouch, I felt pain from Little Inchy. I must remember some things; I wrote down some reminders and left them in the Carer’s folder. Some carers do all these jobs, but other non-regular ones mean I have to remember to ask them, and I forget too so often.: ① I must ask the Caregiver to replace the day catheter bag, and ② put the pouch sleeve back on. ③ I must get the full ablutions done early! (I’m sorry if I disturb any neighbours with the noise, but my lower regions will need medical attention to investigate why this morning’s terrible pains came on. Things are much easier to get at in the shower and easier to clean in the event of any bleeding.) ④ Remember to ask for the vitamin tablet. ⑤ Ask the Carer to take the laundry down for me. ⑥ And to put my diabetic socks back on for me. The last item on the memo was aimed at me only; ⑦ It is guaranteed that the computer will stop me from getting graphics and photos onto WordPress or any file (Sadly!). I must not get all het-up when this happens; I’ve been getting myself in a bit of a state with the frustration & depression it causes. Now, even if only protem, I have written down the actions needed to try and correct it, and it usually works, but it takes me over the day, hours!
Maybe I wanted to mention this as a cry for help. We’ll see if I can stay calmer today when it happens. Or I should say, each time it happens. Sad, innit?
On my way to the wet room, I went into the kitchen to check that the faucet doors and cooker had been left safely.
Just look at the foggy view I photographed from the kitchenette window! I noticed the kitchen clock—it was only 04:00 hrs! A smidge of guilt arose within me for having a shower so early in the day.
I got the bath towel from the airer, turned it off, ensured there was enough medical stuff to use, and started the proceedings. First, the Porcelain Throne. What a gooey, sticky mess. I think I used a full roll of toilet paper and tissues to clean myself up after the evacuation. The Dettol disinfectant was almost used up.
Then the teeth, and then I started shaving. I couldn’t understand why I had so many cuts and nicks. They were no bother whilst I was shaving. The back of the head, almost on the neck, suffered the most; there were too many to count, but none of them were any real bother. Another mystery is that being bald, I’ve never had to shave the neck for donkey years. Then, at the end of last year, the hairs started to grow there again. Last week, Carer Christopher said they were white. Haha!
Now, the pleasant bit, getting under the shower.
I had a leisurely but good session. I used the long brush to try and remove as much of the eczema as possible on the ankles, and I hosed the skin down the drain hole.
I sat in the shower chair to investigate the cause of Little Inchy’s pain. I was baffled! There were only a few specks of blood from the Fungal Lesion, far less than usual in the morning, yet while I was in the shower, no pain at all? I found out later that it came on mostly when I was seated throughout the day. I didn’t want to stop the showering; I enjoyed it so much. Little Inchy was not enjoying it. Because my taking off the bag cover pouch to have the shower meant, as I exited, the bag was swinging and pulling on Little Inchy. But I think I’d done well all the same in this session… Then, after drying myself off with the bath towel under the wall heater, I needed to get the medicationings done… Oh, dearie me! I did something I’ve never done ever since the cancer and lesion were treated. For years, I’ve left medicating the most painful, the lesion, until last – today, I started with that task. A few Oohs and the drop Arghs were expounded, with the odd Ouch thrown in. Perfectly normal!
Then, I went to get the Ketoconazole ointment. But they had sent a different one this time, Betamethasone cream. Carer Chloe told me earlier when it was delivered that the contents were exactly the same as the usual Clotrimazole ointment. I got the thin application sticks, ensured Little Inchy was 100% dry, and popped some on the end. I started to rub it in with the usual preparedness for pain. Why have I not been given this one before? I’m not saying it didn’t hurt, but it was far less painful than the regular one! I was pleasantly pleased!
Then, the hard-to-get-at job; well, not on the face, but the ankles. The cream. I put cream on a tissue or muslin strip and use the picker-upperer to get it on the ankles. No problem. The eczema on the arns was easy to reach. Then, the red rash was ointmentated. The ears were olive-oiled. Then, the not-cheap Blepha eye treatments were done. Thank heavens that the NHS has not stopped funding the cost of the Phorpain Gel for the knees, Arthur Itis, and Duloxetine Cartilages Carole & Chloe, and for Colin Cramps.
Finally, the ablutions were completed. It was a long, long session. After belatedly changing the date and day, I took this picture of the antiquated 1970s clock.
Jiminnee Cricket, the fog was even thicker now. Took this snap. I got the kettle on to brew tasty Thompson’s Punjana tea.
Carer Chris arrived while I was on the computer and coming out of a . The lad didn’t need asking; he got the diabetic socks on, the med pouch, and the Vit B12 tablets. I thought, by gum, he’s on form this morning. Then I remembered I’d left the note on his table. Hehehe!
I started blogging stuttering, and it only got stutterer as time passed. The cCleaner routine had to be activated and completed before I could get the third graphic on this post. It was not as successful as yesterday’s, and within an hour or so, the failure to save things started again!
I was about to begin it, and Carer Joanne arrived. She’d been to the hospital again and was not pleased with the lack of interest shown in her catheter problems and pain. I felt terrible for her. She would not have said anything unless I had asked how she was doing in that department. She’s the salt of the earth kind of lady, so I like her. I resisted telling her about the pain I was in with mine. I thought there was no need to make things damper. Bless her cotton socks.
She departed, and I again went through the albeit unguaranteed-to-work computer memory recovery program. I happened to note the time when I started this: 13:40 hrs. I got it done—I thought—at 15:35 hrs! But it lasted for only three photos to get on. I’m using some of those in the gallery, where they were suitable. I took a lot of photos as well.
I am now starting the third procedure but with little faith. At least, up to now, I’ve not sunk into silly thoughts with the depression. I’ll be back in a couple of hours, I imagine. And try to load the photos again. I can feel some emotion brewing, so I anticipate losing it. Back later.
Good Heavens, it worked! I hastily uploaded the photos to the gallery, but I fear I may have put them in the wrong order, so they may be from different times. Sorry.
The Iceland delivery arrived.
The driver kindly took the carrier bags to the kitchen for me. Thanks. At long last, there is food in the fridge. I felt guilty when Carer Chloe found all the food out of date the other day. Was it yesterday? Who knows, not me. Hehehe! The three bags of frozen food to the right in the photo on the left cost me just a pound! They were battered fishcakes, battered fish, and battered potatoes. Lovely! The fridge looked a little fuller now, and while putting things away, I decided to have lamburgers in wholemeal bread rolls, maybe with some tomatoes and potatoes, as well. Or Marmite rice cakes—I might like that. Slurp & Yummy!
I’ll get some time in on the WP Reader and then sort out the meal. I’m getting tired now, but I’ve kept calmer and more accepting of the situations.
I managed to get these snaps in here in the morning. Just before CorelDraw crashed again! Fed up? YES!
Kitchen window before the rain poured down.
I thought I’d remember from which of the different views I’d taken these from, but CorelDraw kept refusing to allow me to save the odd one and I go confused as to which was which.
I think this one on the left was taken higher in the sky.
Such beautiful clouds before the storm didn’t look like they were holding rain to drop on us. Hehe!
I’m sure this on on the right was take to my right, towards the North. Blue patches of sky coming through. You ca see part of the outer of the balcony in this shot. I got back onto the computer.
CORELDRAW SCARE! I saved the CorelDraw Graphics and pressed to turn off the programme. The screen darkened, and a message came up; Crucial CorelDraw Update – click to install.
So, I clicked “Turn off CorelDraw until the installation guide appears.” But the CorelDraw screen was shaded and unreachable!
The update started. Finished, and no Installation Guide.
I clicked the open CorelDraw 2024 button… Nothing happened.
So, I closed things down and pressed the restart computer option. The computer loaded. I clicked the CoralDraw button, and it started to load, but it crashed!
I tried again. It started to load, but it crashed!
In desperation, I turned off the computer. Gave it a few minutes before starting from scratch again.
I clicked the CoralDraw button, and it started to load. Then, a form to fill in and return appeared, telling me that CorelDraw had closed unexpectedly and asking me to fill it in and send an email to the… well, I assume there are some real people at CorelDraw or IT clones. Still, I’ve filled this block in dozens of times and never got a reply.
I don’t suppose I will this time either.
However, CorelDraw carried on loading this time before it crashed again.
After the trying day, I was in low spirits, so I just turned everything off and had the lamburgers.
We’ll see what happens with CorelDraw in the morning.
One feeling downtrodden, a failure, and with poor Little Inchies fungal lesion being caused pain via the Catheter Contraption stuck in him; My thoughts were not exactly of contentment, more resentment. I caught an accidental look in the wet room mirror as I washed, and Gawd, did I look pale or what! Tsk! – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
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Another waking to find that the nocturnal pouch was too dark again. But at least the bag was a little fuller anyway. I can’t win them all, but little things like this are good. Cartilage Choe gave way as I turned to deal with the pouch, and I banged it on the ‘fall out of bed’ stopper bar. I laughed it off! I dealt with emptying the pouch and sealed it for disposal. Then, off to the wet room, I trotted. Well, I limped with For the third time on the trot, a nuclear bomb-sized clump evacuated. Karki coloured. It was solid and so painfully slow to pass into the bowl. I cleaned up, had a stand-up wash and shave, got the medications done for various areas, put on the dressing gown, and returned to the main room. That’s the one with the c1968, tatty, scruffy, unkempt, uncomfortable, virus, microorganism, bug, bacterium, bacillus, germ, parasite producing, and disease-fermenting second-hand, eyesorely-horrendously grungy beige-coloured, £300, charity shop bought, crumb-retaining, moth-eaten, non-working, bacillus encouraging, incommodious, Haemorrhoid Harold testing, recliner, the ex-hospital bed in it, and entry to the balcony doors in it. I spotted its state: unkempt, scruffy, untidy. I had a twinge of guilt come over me. I was determined to find the time to sort the mess out sometime today. Cause it didn’t get done! My warped mind sent me off to do other things. I can’t recall any of them getting done, though. Tsk! I went onto the balcony, initially when I saw it raining and thought the mudslide at the end car park might be worth a shot. There was hardly any muddy water there. Then I spotted someone behind one of the vans. The Inchy But it got nowhere, as I felt the pouch tugging on Little Inchie. So I emptied that instead. Then, my mini-seizures kicked off. Mostly short by frequent ones. All bar, the last one in this series, was a cracker. I came back, as if to put it, and found I’d been on CorelDraw and made some quizzes. I found a mug of tea made and gone cold in the kitchen, and the worrying bit was that I’d left the hot water tap (faucet) running again! In the morning, I found these dated shots of the mist and rain on the camera’s SD card. According to the details on each picture, these three are in chronological order as they were taken. I assume they were taken at different times because of their different shapes: the more square ones were taken on the cheap stand-by cameras, and the wider ones on the Kodak. So, I assume we had some more rain, but I missed it through a seizure, falling asleep, or Doreen’s Dementia. Hehe! Obviously, a late-night shot was taken at some point. And not a very good one either. I think it might be bad enough to get into the Tate Gallery? Tasty battered onion rings, crispy oven-baked potato chips, wholemeal bread rolls, a giant spring onion, and lemon mousse to follow. I enjoyed this one. I washed up and got the nocturnal catheter pouch attached.
Gone midnight again, and I soon fell asleep in the c1968, non-operational, tatty, scruffy, unkempt, uncomfortable, germ-breeding, Harold Haemorrhoid-Testing, sickenly dirty beige-coloured recliner. ruined another night. – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – TTFNski!
THE COMPUTER IS IN NEED OF FIRST AID.
At minimum, a corrective operation.
Maybe it’s due for a cremation.
BSOD Blue screen of death often comes on,
This helps the rhyming motion,
Lost files, at least a hundred and one.
They disappeared, they have gone…
Carer Kara is to telephone…
For computer doctor to pop along,
But no time to today. My fears are at Defcon!
Four times today, it’s frozen…
I worry, expecting the computer’s extinction.
I can’t get help or information…
I feel I’m existing in isolation.
Sinking into depression and frustration!
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I missed the sun & cloud? Gorrit, this time. I used the ready-made mini pot of gravy for the meal. It saved a lot of time in preparing real gravy. Shake the pot rigorously, then microwave for one minute, wait 30 seconds and heat for another minute. What could be easier?
I’ll tell yer… making proper gravy! It took me that long to clean the splattered inside of the microwave; it would have been better to have made it from scratch! Hehehe!
Still, it tasted fine.
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