It seems to me that every week, some animal is freed from a life sentence for murder and commits another killing! This scumball Bierton has now achieved three murders of elderly women, two while released from prison with the blessings of the overpaid, incompetent members of our HMG Parole Board, killers! Enough is enough!!!
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Well, what happened when I woke up at 04:30 was terrific. I thought as I looked through the open, curtained balcony window, a ghost or even person waving at me! Well, when I got around to uploading the photo I took of it: Of course, it could have been splattered nocturnal bird poo? It did look like that. Can you see it? Or is it just me and having a mental disagreement over the issue? Obviously, it is just a reflection from somewhere. I hope! Hahaha!
I escaped from the second-hand shop bought nine years ago for £300, c1966 built, discomfiting, alarmingly beige-coloured, crumb-containing, TV remote hiding, not working recliner, and released the Catheters nocturnal pouch, and took a snap of it with. The contents were much lighter this morning.
After ponderisationing for a while, I made a decision… Yes! These things still happen occasionally. I recall making up my mind in 1961, August 27th it was. But Grizelda had other ideas on that occasion, so we didn’t go to the pictures but stayed at home, making mad, passionate love. I recall it, cause I’m still hoping to be in that position again before I croak out… Oh no, I can’t, can I, not now, with the bloody Catheter on and the damned Finasteride tablets tearing my prostate to shreds, thus I have no way of producing the goods anymore. Gragknangles! Not that I’m likely to find myself in such a position again. I’m waffling, aren’t I? Sorry. I grabbed hold of, it and limped into the kitchen to get the kettle on to make a brew of my favourite drinkie, Glengettie tea. But the site through the windows, was showing the moon through the clouds. So I fetched , and had a go at taking a decent shot for once. I was pretty pleased with my first close-up effort. I tried again, a little more zoomed in. By Jimminee, this was a decent effort. I nearly got excited; it’s been that long since a shot-in-the-dark photo came out like this for me, after so many failures or intentional modern art efforts. That a erupted. Haha!
But the kettle did not get put on. My memory magically and momentarily engaged and reminded me that I had to shower and shave before a Carer arrived. A change of plans again; my hesitancy, indecisiveness. uncertainty and dithering returned.
I made another decision – Oh, Yes! I will not have a shower at this time in the morning and wake the neighbours with the noise it makes. I’ll have a strip wash and shave instead. I was pretty pleased with myself for doing that, and yet another mini was enjoyed…but not for long. I got the clothes ready to get into, put the dressing gown in the laundry bag, and tackled getting the diabetic socks off of the legs. This was when I realised I had not taken off the alert alarm or medical wristbands, so I did. Then, I had the wrong glasses on for shaving as I went in through the wet room door. As I turned to go back to swap the specs, I hit the door frame with the right shoulder, and this set-off, , which was not a good thing when shaving. My started to fall all over the place! The earlier enjoyed smug modes were a distant memory now. So, I changed plans after a little ambivalent faffling. I decided to remove the PPs… Gawd, had Little ever bled so much before overnight. NO! The blood had dried rock solid on my hair and skin! Naturally, the removal of the pants caused it to start bleeding afresh! More mess to clean up and another battle to stop it bleeding! I’ll not mention the pain, either. But it hurt.
Then, as I was struggling to to get the fresh PPs on… That was nice for a change.
So, the rear quarters were thoroughly washed and medicated… taking care not to disturb .
Then, a good all-over body scrub. Well, where could I reach to get it without bending and causing any further damage to the testicle quarters? Then, being as had died down, I tackled the shaving. Amazingly, I avoided any cuts on the neck or face whatsoever!
Oh, dearie, me… I was putting away the shaving tackle, I dropped a razor, & automatically grabbed it before it hit the deck. So, the medicationalisationing started again. I sliced a mini-slither of flesh from the end of my thumb on the razor blades. Luckily it was the right thumb, so there was no pain at all, as we were not getting through to my brain to tell it what had happened at the time. A heck of a lot of cleaning and medication had to be done. Tsk! Thanks to the Germolene and heavy-duty plasters.
I got the fresh togs on and off to the kitchen to prepare the potatoes and peas for later. I returned to the wet room to check I’d not left the water running; all was safe. The itching started again on the legs. I got on the computer, but the itching was very tempting to scratch, but I managed to avoid it.
Made a brew at last.
The lad looked drained when he came and was not in a good mood; he’d been doing extra calls. I asked him if he would put some of the cream for the Acne on my legs. He did so, and then he got the diabetic socks and legging straps. Hope he can get some rest today.
Afternoon Shot. Evening Shot. Night shot to the right. Night shot ahead. Night shot to the left. Not so good, this one.
Nibbler did the last two calls. removed. The papule lesions were creamed by Chris.
This may have been a top-scoring rating had it not been for the terrible Asda potatoes. The sausages, peas and, in particular, the green pickled tomato salad were all great and tasty! I’ve taken to these pickled tomatoes. The ingredients are Green Tomatoes 50%, Water, Red Pepper, Vinegar, Sugar, Carrot, Onion, and Salt. At only £1.69 a jar on a Special Offer at Asda, I got carried away and ordered another jar to be added to next week’s delivery. Nice, tangy!
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – 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!
I woke up (I do that sometimes, you know) a little later than I intended to, but Sweet Morpheus allowed me to fall back asleep again earlier. I got the Night Pouch off and collected the things I’d amassed last night in readiness (blimey, I sound so organised this morning… don’t I?) and the wee-wee bucket to empty and sanitise and hobbled painfully (The sole of the right foot) to the wet room to do the. Which were slow and painful, especially the stop to utilise the .
However, I had an FND moment when I got around to dressing… I actually believed that a person was standing next to me! I didn’t recognise her; she didn’t talk but just melted away into the ether as I got over the shock and turned to look at her. It was so real, I looked around for her. The door was closed, and at that instant, I had an out-of-body experience that lasted only a few seconds… this is impossible, of course, but in some way, I felt I was watching myself and was not myself, but someone else. Weird!
arrived, but I didn’t tell him what had just happened. I felt such a fool and too embarrassed, too! And here I am now, telling the billions of tellurians and my vast amount of followers on WordPress about it! Still, my legions of followers are both decent lads. Hehehe!
Poor lad looked all in, shattered at the end of his long shift. It’s a fact that when the chap takes off his glasses, releases long, noisy yawns, and falls asleep while I’m talking to him, he needs his bed! (Only joking!) A grand bloke & Carer. Not that it stopped him from sorting out the medications for me. Then he departed; after checking the taps (faucets) & stove. I hope he’s not coming down with anything! And his insulin level is okay. He’s such a nice lad.
I rushed to get the Thursday blog finished and posted it. Then it was time to get ready for the visit to the Coppice Hospital.
All dressed in the outside gear. Today is the first time I’ve worn trousers for about a week or more. With problems, it’s rather painful being trousered. So, fingers crossed that today’s little trip out will not agitate the situation in the lower regions.
I got down in the lobby, with ten minutes to spare before the lift from the was due. We took the long way around this time. Still got there in plenty of time, though. I was dropped of in the car park and made my way to the reception door. A lady came to let me in, and by the time I’d adjusted to a comfortable sitting position with , the nurse arrived and said follow me. Through the corridors, but I nearly lost her; she was fast! The sole of the foot and dangling tubes from the catheter slowed me down. The lady mentioned that I had not brought my carer with me, and why not? I explained that last time because it was my first session, hate carer helped me out by coming with me, and that’s why he was so sleepy. I couldn’t ask him again. Fair enough, she said.
No messing, sit down, and the Q&A session began. It took a similar format at first as the last session. I think I was doing as well as last time. Then the drawing, writing, telling time and mathematical tasks were done. I feel I did well on the words, naming animals, people etc. The maths buggered me, though, as is usual.
The next hour or so is just a haze. I remember having to check the , as I thought it was getting fuller, pulling on the tube and poor Little Inchy. The lady said; Finally, what can you remember about the first test you did when we started? I thought for a while. (Hoping something would trigger the brain), but no, I had no idea. This had obviously happened before. The lady tried to help, and an example: Was it Brian Douglas, Johnson or Smith? I had a guess. Then another tip; Was it Milton Close, Avenue or Road? I guessed. Was it number 72, 44 or 39? Aha! I got that one. It was the number of my flat! Was it Dorset, Falmouth or Dorchester? I guessed! Obviously, the names here are made up cause I can’t remember them.
All done; no idea how I did, but felt okay, and as I walked back to the reception, the pain from the sole of my foot was much easier. There was a wait of about 50 minutes for the Easy-Link to collect me. But I had not taken the crossword book and pen with me. So I sat quietly in a too-low chair… Oh, I’ve remembered I missed something that happened in the session: I told the lady I had made a list of unusual happenings and handed her the notepaper… She handed it back to me; I had taken the list I’d made for the visit to the doctor. I rifled through my pockets and found the one I wanted to give her, and gave it to her. She asked a couple of clarificationalistical questions, and it was not mentioned again.
So, there I was sat, sitting in the chair, and… Zzzz!
As I woke up with a jump, the lady from the reception was coming to me; she had seen the Easy-Link Minibus arriving. Walked out with me to have a word with the driver about something. We were soon back at the flats, quick route taken, gave the driver a choice of drinkies from the cans from within the three-wheeled walked bag, thanked him and got indoors and up to the flat. Phoned Meridian Care; to let them know I was back home.
Started to cook some food, and the sunset caught my eye. I wasn’t throwing the eye, Haha!) Over the half an hour I was cooking, I took four photos with the Fuji camera (It’ll need six new batteries shortly; it is an old camera, but highly appreciated). It was given to me by Carer Richard when the Canon camera crapped out. Now the new Lumix has bit the dust, and Fuji continues to work but is too big to take out with me.
I thought did a fairish job.
Then one of the houses below.
Eerie one this?
Arrived, and we decided not to add the yet, as it was only 20:00hrs, and @I need to make my meal. Which is dodgy with a walking stick and carrying the tubed catheter pouch at the same time as prepping food. I was working on this blog at the time and knew it would be hours before I got the meal. Although, I got it prepared and in one saucepan to make it easier to get served up. I’ll try to fit the bag myself later.
Hours later, it came to now. I’ll get the nosh sorted and then the flipping added on… I hope.
I’ll be back in the morning to finish this off. I hope!
I made a bigger meal than planned. Ate most of it. Flavour Rating: 702/10.
Then, I to . It was a painful experience. This simple task left me with , , , , and even the kicked-off, with a vengeance. And, apart from that, I had been doing so well with the lack of ailments today. Humph!I even pulled at the inserted into Little-Inchie’s tubing and started stinging and the .
I’ll try to remember not to add the night bag myself again. It’s not worth the pain and lack of sleep this caused.
GETTING TO SLEEP – Hah! I suppose, looking back, it was rather comical, really, all the same. After fiddling with the tubing in Little Inchie, adjusting the Protection Pads down to avoid contact, and finally finding a position that was less hurtful… Then of all things came into action! Which moved the tubing, bringing back the twinging pains and started the Fungal Lesion leaking again! I went all the adjusting things rigmarole again. Having nearly found a more comfortable arrangement... I then needed to utilise the .
I gingerly rose, Catheter Night bag in one hand, walking stick in the other, and hobbled to the wet room. Git there in time, at least. The evacuation was another of the gushing, watery, messing, pongy jobs. You know? One of them uses up half a toilet roll to clean things up afterwards?
After stemming the bleeding, cleaning and medicating, I returned to the £300, second-hand bought, c1968, nauseously beige-coloured, not-working, rusty, rickety, crumb-holder of a tatty recliner; and went through yet again, the process of finding a less painful position to settle into.
had calmed down, but unfortunately decided to have a go at me. Early hours of the morning, I was almost at the point of drifting off at last… There was a loud dull thud from the flat above. I pondered and worried over this; Is the new tenant who moved in taken a fall? It was no good, I just had to go up and ring their bell, just to see if he or she was alright… I struggled painfully out of the £300 second-hand, c1968, cringingly-beige-coloured, not-working, rickety recliner and caught my balance. Put the hearing aids in so I might hear if I got any reply when I rang their bell. got the stick and was about to go to the hallway… fearing the worst, I just had to know if they were okay and get help if not. Then I heard music on TV, the radio playing. So it seems whoever is up there is okay. Which was a good thing. Back into 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, and once more went through the getting into a comfy position routine for Little Inchie and the .
Then moments later, I realised it was time to get up for the Iceland delivery anyway… And to think I looked forward to retiring and having a life of peace, rest, pleasure and comfort!
