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Much as I wanted to get up, I couldn’t. I stirred at whatever time it was, but as much as I tried to get up, I couldn’t. The body insisted I nod off again. This happened thrice more, and on the fourth waking, and I was just nodding off again, the intercom door chime rang, and in came the Carer. (Deva vu?). The body insisted I nod off again. This happened thrice more, and on the fourth waking, and I was just nodding off again, the intercom door chime rang, and in came the Carer. No Health Checks were done, the catheter wasn’t changed, and he couldn’t find the Bisoprolol tablets. I was more helpful on this. Even though I’m a one-eyed Inchie, I found them in the drawer, but I had to confirm with him that they really were the beta-blockers. Dilon not understanding me, me not him, it gets a bit farcical at times. Partially deaf, one-eyed, Peripheral Neuropathy Pete, Dementia Doreen, Memory Mandling Malcolm, Sandra’s Seizures… and now I was gambling with the morning medications.
I took a snap of the wonderfully hued view from the kitchen window. Nice. Made a brew and got the computer on.
Carer 2nd call. He put a soluble paracetomal in my bottle of water, Hey, Presto; a shower from the bottle to outmatch Rome’s fountains! Well, it shot up about five feet in the air.
Wot a mess! I had to hand-wash the wet down. Put the dressing gown in the laundry bag. The one remaining clean dressing gown was put on. Still no time for the blog or ablutions, yet.
Carer3, Ejaz – laundry down -back up tried Esay Link for a lift to the Doctor, No go!
Ordered some catheters with the T-valve, but it took four phone calls, costing half an hour.
Tried EE to sort out the new contract – 25 minutes on the phone to be told, a problem; they will ring back in 15 minutes. They haven’t yet (90 minutes).
Ejaz ordered some day catheters with the T-valve, but it took four phone calls and another half-hour.
Now I have to go down to collect the laundry. Ejaz had run out of time. Of course, I kept dropping things and bending down, which was enough to trigger Back-Pain-Brenda and Dizzy Dennis’s pain to come on.
On the way back up to my cell, I had such anger it hurt physically. The utter frustration of things NEVER going right, but Depression Darius had not appeared! And neither had High-Mood-Morris either. I can’t describe how I felt… I’ll try though. Best I can come up with was dysthymia, but I’m not sure what that is; but it sounds depressing in itself.
I made sure the copy of the letter was sent to my Doctor at Sherrington Park Medical Practice. That’s the one with ‘Customer Assessment Nazi’ who interrogates you on why you want to see your Doctor. Recommendations for anything less than you are dying: go to A&E, see your chemist, phone 111, or 999. 111 usually tells you to see your medical practitioner. His superior tone of voice reminds me of Joseph Gorbels… but Joe was friendlier. I always get the sensation after he has refused me an appointment, that he is ticking each rejection on the wall, while saying with great joy, ‘Yes, yes…Yes!’
The Iceland delivery arrived. The driver took the bags to the hallway, and I moved them into the kitchen. Then got them sorted out as best I could, I 
was rushing a bit, not wanting to make a mess and lose more time, and still had to get the ablutionalisationings done and get dressed.
I still had to get the Khagoule and dressing gowns hand-washed. I did the dressing gowns first, they are harder to hand-wash and took me yonks to get done and hung.
But it had to be done.
Carer Dilan arrived, and I mentioned I had called his company to let them know I may not need a call in the morning, as the ambulance will be collecting me and others from 07:00hrs. His boss said she could send someone before seven to help you prepare and make sure you’re alright. Thank you I replied. Next, in the morning, I asked him, assuming he would be coming, to remind me to put the NHS paperwork in the walker basket, help get it in from the balcony, and get me dressed. He then issued the medications. And asked me if I’ll be in tomorrow morning. Do I have a lack of confidence?
Got on with this blog. I might ask on his last five-minute call to get the trolley-walker in 
tonight, since it might freeze on the balcony overnight. Busy-Busy!
WOT A PLONKER: IDIOT, TWIT!
I’ve just (Thursday night, late after getting back from the hospital) semi-realised that I might possibly have mixed up Wednesdays and Thursdays in my blog posts! I’ll carry on and hope for the best; hopefully, it makes a modicum of sense, time-wise. I’ve got to carry on, I think. The day’s events get vaguer. No written reminder notes were taken. I may be feeling a little forsaken.
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I rose from the bed at 04:30ish. A definite zobbie-like, half-asleep, fighting to activate concentration and to keep it working. This was a partial success! 
Catheter emptied.
I recall opening the computer to check on dates, times, and a list of things needed to take with me to the Hospital EENT.
I checked the hand-washed clothes hanging all over the flat and turned on the heater in the wet room. To help finish drying the clothes hanging on the shower rail, and to warm it ready for ablutionalisationing.
Then moved the four-wheeled walker into the hallway and made sure I’d got nibbles, a bottle of water, and the paperwork needed in the bag.
Then got the stand-up wash, teggies and shaving sorted. I popped on the
Nothing out of the ordinary… which I suppose makes it extraordinary?
Hehehe! Putting on the fresh 
Protection Pants was excruciating, and the swollen legs made genuflecting even more painful. Obviously, I couldn’t get the catheter bag changed or the socks and straps back on my legs. The 
urine looks terribly dark in the tube.
Getting lighter now, as I took this snap of the front car park in Citrus Way.
Carer Dilan arrived as promised, early, to help me get ready in case the lift arrived early. I’d forgotten he did not know how to change the catheter bag, so I had to leave it on. It’s four days past the changing date, but what can I do? The Carers who know how to do it are not calling on me now. Hence the dark brown wee-wee. He’s not very good at putting on the leg straps. But he’s still learning the job, and he’s a nice enough bloke. HE got them on, but they were lumpy. He got them on so quickly I couldn’t follow what he was doing. I paid for this with more pain later in the day. He helped me get the trousers and oversocks on. Issued the medications and asked if I wanted anything else. I replied negatively and thanked him as he shot off.
I was fully dressed, with all items either in the walker or in the coat pockets. I thought! I didn’t realise at the time, but I’d forgotten to put the hearing aids in and wore the reading glasses.
I didn’t know the time, but the ambulance came nice and early to pick me up. They were patient with me when I asked if I could just check the lights and electrics, and insisted I go down in a wheelchair, one of them taking Four-Wheeled-Walker-Wally with us down to the ambulance. And off we went.
They had no other patients to collect, so they took me straight to the hospital. One went inside with me to show me where to go and booked me in. Then I sat on the walker, waiting for them to call my name.
It didn’t take long, and a lovely young lady tapped me on the shoulder to wake me up… Yes, I’d nodded off. I’ve always been a dynamic person. Hahaha!
The lady went through a few questions and began the eye test. I felt a bit awkward as I struggled to get into the positions properly, but she was patient with me.
I seemed to lose what the lady was saying towards the end, she put some of the deep yellow eye drops in…
I’ve no idea what happened for a while then…
I came back from what I knew must have been a seizure, because of the acidic tastes coming up into my throat, mouth and nose.
The Emergency Cardiac Assessment Team (CATS) flooded the room and were checking blood and ECG on my ticker, while questioning me. I had not recovered from the Seizure properly, but did pick up someone telling the team that I was clutching my chest.
That I believe, I do regularly after a seizure in response to the acid reflux that comes up from my innards.
I was taken to a cubicle in the A&E. By the time I’d got there, I was back to normal… well, my version of normal. That’s too strong a word, really. Hehe!
The CATS team did more tests, the whole kit & Kaboodle. Capillary blood glucose (CBG) test and a urinalysis or blood ketone test.
As I awaited the results, I thought they 
would likely be good. A cardiac Doctor carried out a question-and-answer interview with me.
I sneaked some Kodak Tim 2 photos in. Nurses came regularly to do blood tests and BP. I felt as if I caused them a lot of bother, and I was a bit embarrassed.
This, on the left, was taken clandestinely from the first cubicle I was in.
They moved me to another area, and more questions followed; they seemed worried about 
the size of my right leg. Saying the left one was bloated, but the right one was dangerously so. An appointment will be made with a Diabetologist.
I had to look that one up when I got home.
Then they moved me to the main EENT waiting-and-booking area, where the ambulance woman had taken me when we arrived at the hospital, which seemed a long time ago. A nurse came to me and asked if I’d like something to eat. ‘Yes, please!’ I answered. She kindly 
brought me a plastic cup of water and an egg sandwich.
I’d been there a while and sat on a chair with my legs resting upon Four-Wheeled-Walker-Willy. Best I can make out on the photograph, this was about half-past two. Another nurse came to me an hour or so later. Saying I look uncomfortable. I was blissful and kept nodding off. She moved me into another chair, and this is when I took the photo. Throughout the day, I’d been getting texts and calls. But most said, ‘This Call/Text failed. I got calls from the Carers’ office.
At half-past five, the ambulance arrived.
When I got in the ambulance, I rang the number, and it was Carer Dilon. I told him I was on my way home and would be there in 20-30 minutes.
What a mistake to make!
When I got in the ambulance, I was the only passenger. ‘Soon be home’, I thought…
WE went to the Neurologist’s place to pick up a patient and his Carer, the man being on a stretcher.
Then went to the main entrance, where they brought someone else out and into the ambulance. Then to I know not where, to drop one off. I took some photos 
inside the ambulance on of dark night. This one on the left was at the front entrance to the QMC, Derby Road end.
I’ve no idea where we were, but it was about half an hour later, as the rain came on heavier, almost musically playing a tune on top of the ambulance. When I took this snap, I didn’t expect it to turn out like this.
I’m not sure where this one was taken either.
But it wasn’t far from the prison… no, flat.
Haha!
I was ravished!
But too tired to risk cooking. So, I made a cold nosh. Marmite sandwiches and some cheese curls. Enough to satiate my hunger.
Carer arrived, unsure, both of us, whether to take medications as I’d missed two rounds while at the hospital. I just had a Dose of Codeine and one of Warfarin. Whether I did right or wrong may never be reasoned. I got the computer on and made a right mess, as described earlier!
I worked through until now – 04:42hrs – honestly!
I made a brew of extra-strong tea. While doing so, I took a snap of the view from the kitchen window. A 
bit of a failure, wasn’t it? So, I tried again. I had another go at getting a decent one this time. Ah, this was a much better effort.
Blimey, the Carer is due in 2 hours, and an hour later, the final food delivery of the year, I hope. I think maybe the blood drink and injection they gave me at the hospital temporarily perked me up, cause I don’t honestly feel all that weary or tired. Brain-fogged? Yes!
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Been up for 23 hours now!
Why? How?
TTFNski
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bag. Balance exercises, and into the kitchen to take a snap of the view on offer. It looked a little dank in the kitchen on this snap.
depressing outside, too. The intercom buzzed, and I let in my Carer, Ejaz. Who arrived, gave me my medications, and emptied the nocturnal catheter bag… I heard him calling me, and hobbling to the wet room…
ARRGH! FLOODS in the wetroom. Thank heavens it was Ejaz who came; he turned on the shower, and the drain cleared the deep water. A right mess. I pressed the 
alert button, and Ejaz went into the room and took over the call; I was already panicking. They do not handle floods; we have to ring 0115 2222. So, Ejaz did. They were not open. We tried, but there was no answer on the General Inquiries number. Tried the Repairs number: 0115 9555. AI message: We are open between 8:30hrs and 17:00hrs.
The dressing fell of the arm again. I’ll leave it off now, it looks like it’s getting a lot better. I’d put some peas in the slow cooker many hours ago, and after tasting some, I got the potatoes in the oven, and went to close the computer; I might as well, not getting much done.
department. It left me semi-confused; it said the electrician I had requested will be calling this evening, between 18:30 & 22:30hrs. This will be classed as an emergency repair. Baffled, I wondered why they had called an electrician and not a plumber. I assumed this was an e
I smelt the aroma of the singed to death potatoes I’d left cooking. Threw them away, and made a substitute meal with some of the remaining roast potatoes in the freezer, peas and three Silesian sausages… not hostages, just in case Starmer is 
reading this blog – Hahaha!). There were not many left, and even fewer after I’d picked out the bad ones from the Asda bag. I removed the black-spotted spuds and binned them. 
I’m certain this time that I had a seizure, and damned lucky over it too! I came round with the usual acidity on its way up into my mouth and nose, and realised I was bent forward, with a terrible back-ache and on the very edge of the chair. I don’t know why I hadn’t fallen off of it! 
A last effort with the now-working-again Kodak Tim 2.
This has happened, or things like it, on and off all day, very self-anger-making. Spit!… and SPIT again! Haha!
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Within minutes, the intercom sounded as I snapped a photo of the unchanged yet calendar clock. It was Carer Ejaz.
picked up some dropped overnight items. He checked the medication drawer while I took the first shot of the late-morning view from the kitchen. After Ejaz departed, I noticed the sun breaking through behind the two buildings.
I went to the kitchen for a safety check and spotted a rainbow. Not a string one, but beautiful all the same, and I took a snap of part of 
it. Then noticed how much higher the rainbow went, and I could not get all of it by a long way into the frame.
I found another Furry for the day. I may have used it earlier, but I don’t think I did.
cloud colouring was so different and almost artistic. Still see some sun over the horison, and the various shades it casts actually took me back to my early 20s. And a buxon lass, name of Mavis, a bit of a brilliant artist; water painting was her forte; amongst other activities we shared. She had thick thighs, a willingness and liking for… But never mind that, my mind strayed offline then at the thought of her. I’d love to tell you more, but it might depress me, at the fact that she is now only a much-missed memory. Hehe! 
Derious moment here for a few seconds. I’d not made many memory notes on the pad, spending too much time trying to catch up. But when I consulted them, it was impossible to read them with both eyes, obviously with the left cataracted eye, but even when I blocked the left eye, I had trouble seeing with the so-called right eye. Did you follow that? I didn’t. 
I put the potatoes and peas in the oven and took two snaps of the evening view to the right, then to the left of the kitchenette window.
They came out surprisingly decent for me, and I think I went into a relatively superior 
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I baked some mini-potatoes and added cheese on top of each half of a spud. On the tray, I added some vinegar and fried onions. With three tasty Solowka bestsilesia sausages. Plus a pot of lemon meringue dessert.
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Morning snap – I got up late, and this is the major Whoopsie of the day coming up… 
Balcony in the drizzle & mist
Not sure why I took this one of the open fridge?
All my things on the sink had been either knocked off or moved…
I found some of the items on the floor at the side and back of the WC. No way could I risk bending down again, so I left them there. Then I realised I had been bending when I collapsed, putting the teabags in the bin bag. Not sure what that indicates.
The peas had been in the slow cooker for about eight hours now, on the lowest setting. I heated some faggots up in onion gravy and added the peas.
A crusty baguette… Let the feast begin!
I got the night catheter on and was planning on getting in bed… but a summoning from the innards indicated I’d be best getting to the Porcelain Throne with a degree of urgency… the innards were right!
I didn’t get there in time!
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Each day brings new challenges: Accifauxpas, Whoopsiedangleplops, Seizures, Errors, Mistakes, and of course, Failures and Depression.
medicationalisationing of my inner and outer extremities. Totally, at that time, I got dressed and went into the kitchen to take some 
shots of the view on offer from the kitchenette window. Again, hoping to take a decent one at least.
Got on the computer, but ran into complications again. From MS Word, CorelDraw and Google. No idea why things were acting up like they were. So many aspects were misfiring. Space bar not working, then came on again. CorelDraw froze. I got a message from MS re: Excel, but could not grasp the technicalities, so closed the window and then all the others and left it for a while before trying 
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I took this snap of the slowly lightening sky. It was not a bad one this time. Compared to what my one eye saw and how the picture turned out. To say I was feeling so low and in a fair degree of depression, I noted this. I reckon I was convinced the computer had thrown in the towel, angry at all the failed promises of help that never 
arrived, and had resigned myself to it. Back to the computer and turned it on. This time, noticing the external drive thingamajig was flashing away at a fair pace. Took a snap of it, I’ve not got the foggiest idea why. The computer booted up, and the working light continued. I think it might be MS Excel and Word updating something? 
attention was interrupted by a text message on my mobile phone. Ah, hopefully that will be the night catheters ordered by my Carer last Wednesday. (It was).
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Then, I had the longest-ever seizure that I can remember. I estimate that it was for three hours, and the day had gone! The Carer was ringing as I was recovering from the effects of the visit into the unknown. 
The District Nurse arrived. I’m always glad when this happens. She’d come to check on my right leg and 
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I overcooked my oven chips a little (a little? Hehehe!)
listings. 
Eventually, an hour later, the door chime chimed, and I smelt the burning!
Then I made up a meal of crisps and opened a can of pork hock. It had a ring pull, which I pulled. The result was a cut finger, well, a cut thumb. 
Cheesy Curls, some cheese, and put the meat on a tray.
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arose, and I got settled on the porcelain to urge the motion along. A hard one this morning. And boy did it flow once it started! It filled the basin more than ever before. I might have a salad for nosh tonight, avoiding the spicy foods. 
bent down to retrieve the absonded items…
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scratched my right knee on the same bit of the lid. Naturally, I laughed it all off, of course. 
Made me forget to shave, brush my teeth, take my meds, freshen up, etc. 
I hobbled into the kitchen, oblivious to my memory loss, to take a couple of Kodak Tim2 photos of the dark morning view from the window. 
time to get some better results than of late.
I really got carried away with the wordlist reclamationing. That’s the wrong word, innit?
Something seemed either missing or different on this snap taken from the balcony of the end car park. But, what? Got back to the word listings.
Then wider and a little higher, and the fire alarm went off! (I thought)
accord. I do feel such a fool! One more effort, with the small cloud above seemingly bombing those below with little puffy clouds. Haha!
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joined the action. No choice but to get up, take some hopefully calming but not very good Peptac, and take Lansoprazole early to get it working faster, and tell the Carer I’ve taken them.
by tripping over them. The nurse who I was told would come to look at my arm and leg injuries would come on Sunday night or on Monday. Hopefully, she will arrive today.
Then I went to the wetroom to visit the Porcelain Throne. Oh, dear…
Back on the timeline, I went to the kitchen to take a photo of the view. It was sprinkling with freezing rain, and I thought how dark it was this morning. I checked my ‘Cool’ retro clock calendar to find it was only 04:30hrs, and I’d been up for about half an hour. I cussed myself a smidgeon, fool!
So, I made use of the time I thought I’d got, emptied of crumbs, and 
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. The doctors warned me years ago what would happen, and they were spot on. 
Staying with me nearly all day today. 
As I was taking this snap of the view on offer, the Asda delivery arrived. This was expected, and the Carer helped me get the food to the kitchen, bless her.
A good few bags, I’d loaded up with the bottled water again, to keep plenty in to satiate the demands of the Catheter and bladder. Four litres a day as a minimum
Sponge fingers. No-butter butter, yoghurts aplenty.
Visciously strong Ginger beer, garden peas, and the sliced bread, with designer cheapo mini Swiss rolls.
cheapest, but who else that Asda go to all that trouble to save you doing it with your teeth as you consume these little delicacies? Please note how they pre-crush 
these miniature delights for customers. I think I may have overdone it on the cheesy bread rolls and small baguettes. 
The computer froze!
It’s doing this so often, and the self-loathing and inability to stop doing it are getting to me. I’ve been promised help with it, but no one has been.
Fried onions, extra strong cheddar cheese (which wasn’t strong at all!), milk, Sokolow sausages, a jar of pickled tomatoes, and bicarbonate of soda. Out of sight, wait for this… Nine one-litre bottles of soda water! More desserts.
, “Tonight, it’s already morning.” Much to my further chagrin, I found that one of the Moroccan tomatoes had gone mouldy, and two had gone soft!
Cheese, fried crispy onions, caramelised red onions, and thick sliced sourdough bread, well buttered with no-butter, butter was my plan, if I can stay awake.
afraid they did!
But, no, not yet. 
, and I had to get the socks off and wash them so they would be dry for the morning to use. But by the time I’d painfully got the leg straps off, and found there was a lot of blood in with the pmpth fluid. So I filled a bowl with hot water and Dettol, and washed the feet. No Carer to help now, and I could not get the other medical socks or the straps back on, too painful a job. I cunningly got some cushion leg bandages and somehow managed to get them on as low as I could reach. And got down with a large quilt of my large-bellied body! Sleep came quickly.
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