– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – Very few verbals were written today. Sorry about that. But not all bad news. The teeth were less bother than yesterday… well, up tp 17:00hrs at least. Then it started and stayed overnight with me. That was friendly of Wasn’t it. What was the trouble today? Luckily, I’d got the top half, the graphics, done before the mind-blanks launched their repeated attacks. I’m not sure of anything that went on today now. I don’t think anyone called the dentist for me, but they may have. The photos triggered the odd memory.
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Not sure why I took these.
I Have no memories of taking these, but it looked like it was in three different times?
Vaguely recall getting these delivered. The fridge was in a mess later. No idea what I was up to.
Ah, these I remember taking. From the kitchen window. The first one was high up in the sky. I caught the edge of the window in the second one. That was taken to the left and lower. Beautiful!
Front car park from the kitchen.
Fantastic shot taken here. It almost looked like a weather photo with islands in the sea below.
The blanks began to come less often. And I made a meal I could manage with the teggies. The sausages were too hard for the teggies to cope with.
Things I’ve missed, not caught… Used to be almost nought, Now I’m a get-it-wrong expert! No longer able to romance or cavort, Rest my loins in any port… Manual pees for three years? Nought! Seeing hearing takes some effort, Can’t walk far, need transport… Of the motorised or electric sort, I refuse to get all distraught… I’ll have another glass of port!
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I poddled into the kitchen and saw the dying-off rainbow. In a rush to get a camera, I found the spare one first and used it. I didn’t want to risk the rainbow dissipating before I got back to take some pictures of it using the camera’s auto mode.
Not very distinct, but I thought it was beautiful. and it gave me the idea for today’s ode theme. I soon felt grumblings from the innards and made my way to the wet room. I made a new tag for this one. The surprise of Constipation Conrad returning again after one day of Trotsky Terence regaining charge of matters was bad enough. But I tried five times over the day up to now (16:00hrs). And I still haven’t passed nowt from the rear end! I took more photos of the view as the sun was coming around the blocks of flats. Still using the spare camera… until I can find where I left the new Kodak2. It’s a new camera, but obviously not a current model. It takes four AA batteries, and is short of many options that were on the one that Tim Price donated to me. No through-glass or in-rain options on it. But the bonus is, I had a similar camera twelve years ago, and can work things out easier on the new-old one. It has a macro option, which I hope to try today. On with updating yesterday’s blog. Which was constantly concentration-affected periods every time that either, or kicked off. Believe me, they all constantly did. Later on, when I went to get a wash, I coughed and both the ear and the teeth stung painfully. The inside of my mouth seemed to have swollen. A bit of one of the front teeth broke off. When I used the facecloth anywhere near the face, the nose, cheeks, and throat hurt like hell each time I touched the area. I gave up, thinking the pain would ease off later. They didn’t! I asked each Caregiver if they could call the Dentist for me, but I got a negative response. I think I must be moaning about things so much that they don’t hear or listen to me. Hahaha!
I hobbled my way into the kitchen, and the tiniest spots of rain I’d ever seen were falling. For some reason, a pt insects landed on the windows. I took the opportunity to try a Macro on the camera. (I found it hidden in full view near the Carers nibble pots.) I could not hold the camera steady enough to take a closer shot
Carer Joanne came in to return the nightshirts she had hand-washed for me. Bless her cotton socks. ♥ Gave her some treats in appreciation.
The very fine rain was falling again. I checked for signs of a mudslide in the end car park on Citrus Way. The rain had stopped again. Then, I heard the rumble of thunder. I went back out on the balcony and saw that many other tenants were out on their balconies to take a look. I think we all expected a downpour this time. But no, it was all dry again. We could do with a good downpour or more!
The sky brightened, and no signs of rain showed us any interest.
kicked off painfully, and I used up the last of the toothache spray. Now I have to search around to see where I put the other bottle! I found it in a kitchen drawer, and I walloped a Dollop into my mouth and olive-oiled the right earhole to ease who was joining in the other ailments attacks. Humph! I fear I may be using too much of the medications. But how can I get in touch with the dentist? Oh, I’d better get their telephone number ready. Got it! The bank keeps sending me codes to pay LV insurance with? Kara paid them last week, along with an increase in the price of 50%! Grrr!
I’ll get summat to eat – that’s soft enough for the teeth.
Carer Precious arrived. I hoovered the carpet and went to make a meal. I’ll be back later, or maybe much later.
I made the softest meal I could manage. It was not too bad pain-wise either, although long after eating the mini-feast, kicked-off again. Making me suffer yet another ever-awakening night of misery.
I took this shot as I washed the things from the meal. Carer Precious arrived. No socks to take off; no one had put them on for me.
Worran ‘orrible night’s sleep! , , and ensured a miserable nocturnal nightmare of ever-waking-up. Muttering, swearing, cursing and fighting to get back to kip. I’m feeling fedder-upperer than I’ve been for a long time.
I must ask a Carer to call the dentist to see if they can see me. has been worse than ever today. Hope I can get in the dentist. My concentration is non-existent. The agony is doing me no good at all. Even the tooth-pain-killer spray is not easing the teggies in the slightest. I’ve taken extra Codeines, Ibuprofen dissolvable in the bladder water drinks, and been eating Paracetamols as if they were podded peas. Not much in today’s blog, apart from moans and gripes.
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At least the nocturnal wee-wee was a better colour.
The new Kodak.
I took these shots out of the kitchenette window with the cheapo backup camera, not the Kodak.
It captures the varying colour shades of the rising sun behind the building to my left. It’s not too bad at all.
Then the need for a visit to the was called for, so I went.
One final shot of the sky was taken. There were not many clouds yet; there were no more at midday. What does that indicate, I wonder? I poddled to the wet room.
No pain in evacuating this time.
But the stink was beyond the putrid classification. Phoaw!
Cleaning things up afterwards was a task and a half.
I think I had a while in there. I do not recall finishing up the cleaning and was back on the computer when I realised this. I grabbed a hold of , (I could not find and raced, well, hobbled back to the wet room to check if I’d left the taps running. I had not, and I’d cleaned the faucets!
I worked on CorelDraw and updated yesterday’s blog. I sent it off. It took me about three and a half hours.
I went to see if the skies were worth photographing and found that had been left in the kitchen.
arrived. was then joined by , in a two-pronged attack while Precious was still here putting my diabetic socks on. The lad showed some concern. Then, as he was putting the other sock on, a kicked off, and I nearly hit him. Then, sent a cracking bolt up my leg that went beyond my kneecap. I gritted my teeth with the pain and instantly forgot all about the same pain… I’d crunched one of the bad front teeth against a lower one. Boy, well, Arghhh! Precious then issued the medications, and I gave him a cold drink from the fridge and his choice of a nibble.
Within minutes of his leaving, I had another blank that must have lasted for a while, but I had not worked on this blog during that time. I may have done some CorelDrawing, or I could just be getting things all mixed up again. Carried on giving me some stick, and foolishly, I sprayed on another dose of the toothache painkiller. It’s losing its effectiveness now. Then, a second Caregiver arrived, but I can’t recall her name. She was in and out quickly because there was nothing for her to do, apart from taking a choice of drink with her as she left. Hehe!
Now, I concentrated as best I could on starting this blog for an hour or two. Then, I topped up the Nurses & Carers’ nibble table stock.
I tried to make up some Cartoons as I only had two days’ worth ready. It was hard work with the toothache and electric shocks, and the earache was gaining power. I’m fed up!
I took this shot from the kitchen window. Cloudlessness?
I went to make a microwave-ready soft-to-eat meal. Minutes later, these on the right were five minutes apart. The sky had a few clouds up there now.
Carer Israel called next. I got the lad to take off the diabetic socks for me. I lost the plot a bit as he was on his mobile for a long time, but know that I did tell him of the tooth and earache and had a decently powered shock from & the ankle ulcer while he was here. I told him to take some nibbles and a drinkie on his way out. I had a ready-made shepherd’s pie. The vegan sausages I added were too firm and painful to eat. They pissed off too much. But I managed all the rest; the soft sliced milk roll bread and lemon & lime yoghourt were delicious.
I went to wash the pots, etc. and caught the sunset again. I snapped the first effort. Then, I proceeded to reach to close the window against the radiator. Swore, then swore some more. I took the second shot with the sun now gone to bed.
I decided to watch something on TV. I drifted off into a deep sleep for about ten minutes, and then the TV woke me up, and I swore a little more. Then the door chime chimed (they do that, I’ve noticed, Hehe!), and in came Carer Richard. Of course, I bored him with my tales of the last few days’ toothache, earache, and electric shocks. Following up after he gave me the medications, I opened a bottle of spring water and added some effervescent Ibuprofen painkiller to it. Well, another The fizz shot up so fast that it drenched my nightshirt, protection pants and right leg before landing on the carpet! I took off the gown and limped to the wet room. I removed the PPs, put them in the bin, and struggled to add a fresh pair. I bent a fingernail backwards, and it split, causing the new PPs to tear. Bending down to get them off again, I gave way as I was getting yet another pair on. Naturally, of course, the PPs kept me company. When I returned to the main room, Richard asked what had happened. He had heard my language and cursing. It was good of him to wait to see if I was okay. A drinkie was chosen, and nibbles were offered. I was not in a good frame of mind now! I got back on the computer to write down the farcicalness that had taken place before I forgot it. – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
♥ CHEERS TO ONE AND ALL OUT THERE! ♥
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The meddlesome medley of like yesterday relented. However, I did have one hell of a mind-blank this evening that lasted for at least three hours. During this, Carer Joanne discovered that I’d cut up and seasoned some mushrooms earlier in the day and left the heat on under the pan when she did the taps and cooker checks for me. I genuinely thought she was joking at first. I went into the kitchen to her, and sure enough, I had. Why the hell I couldn’t remember doing it – and equally worrying, is how I did it without knowing and had no accidents, Accifauxpas or Whoopsiedangleplops doing it?
I also took some sky photographs as well.
But the mini-blanks, unless I didn’t realise, which must be possible, did not affect me much at all. On this long one, no blogging was done at all. What was I doing then? That’s a silly question. I was doing the mushrooms, but that wouldn’t have taken me three hours, surely. I found the sharp knife hours later, underneath the microwave cooker. I assume I’d used it to slice the mushroom with.
I used far too much of the pain-killer spray on the teeth today. was hardly any bother at all, up to now anyway. I’m going to ask a Carer to call the doctor on Monday. I’ll get to the surgery somehow or other. I rankling me now.
Getting yesterday’s blog done took me ages. This is surprising, really, because the toothache hadn’t been bothering me too much until today. Thanks to the pain-killer spray.
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Cor, blimey. Must tell the doctor.
My first shot of the morning.
No mud, no rain.
Ablutions & Porcelain Throne time. Urgh!
On and off of blogging.
These were found on the computer later.
Not only did I not recall doing the mushrooms that Joanne found, but I can’t remember taking these photos. But once I saw them, I remembered. Hehe! To this one, after I’d sliced and seasoned the mushrooms. Boy, did I season them!
Strong soya sauce, oregano, liquid smoke flavour, Polish Worcester sauce, sea salt, black pepper and some onion granules. I’m not sure, but I have a strange feeling, just might have added some mint? Just a feeling, like.
Afternoon view.
I wonder where the liquid in the car park came from?
No car washing, water shortage?
Beautiful clouds later on.
The big Blank arrived.
Two lovely sunset shots. Smug-Mode Adopted.
But I was still bothered about the blanks.
Better put this result on while I remember. I got eight of them in four hours. Haha!
Smug-Mode disengaged.
Waiting for Carer Precious to come.
I’ll go on WP reader and comments.
Caught the sunset for once. I took these on the new Kodak.
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EPILOGUE Carer Precious took off my socks. Checked the taps and stove, and was happier because he was on his way home. Good for him. A nice lad. I kept nodding off and waking up for hours. It was a bad night, broken by , the odd strike, but most often it was who woke me up. Terrible night!
I had more troubles today. The one thing that really got to me was my inventiveness in clearing out all the unwanted files to save memory on the computer. It is currently at 96.31%. Now, I’ve lost all the WordPress photos, old and new! Luckily I’d created and put the WordPress intro graphics on CorelDraw for today. I searched the Windows bin, but they were not in there at all! Amidst phone calls from the optician, Dentist, Sister Jane, the two nurses and INR DVT nurse Kristina called to take blood and check the ulcers.
Then Warden Dean phoned to clarify the situation with the Nottingham City Homes plumber arriving to sort the showerhead out. That was interesting. The hose thingy had been put in without a washer on it by Caring Carer Chris, bless him. The new just-bought showerhead would not work in a block of flats. So he took the new showerhead away with him as he went down to get an old one from his van that he’d taken out of someone’s bathroom earlier and fitted that one. It was too late and I was too tired to do any ablutions tonight, I’ll do them in the morning… if I wake up in time.
Then the audio clinic called. Then the intercom went, and a kind tenant down in the reception had found an Amazon parcel which had been opened and three-quarters of the content stolen. I rang Deana, and she came up and fetched the box of four sprays originally, but now just the one cleaner… that I had not ordered anyway, and some git had stolen three of them.
The plumber helped me to try and reset the computer before I cocked up and got rid of the WordPress stuff. Of course, the files not being there, and CorelDraw cannot open the blog pages now for access. A fifth day on the trot of horrendously crap luck. It’s not finished yet. Well pissed off, and the sulks and depression were brewing. I put the new Kodak strap over my head that Caring Carer Chris had fitted for me to take some sky shots, which I did. Then the strap fell off of the camera, and I dropped it on the floor. I picked up the camera and bits of strapping and put them on the bedtable to show Chris if he calls later. I straightened the bedspread and hit my head on the bedstead. It wasn’t on the bedstead; it was on the fall bar, but that didn’t rhyme. Haha!
So, I may have to miss a few of the usual blogs while I catch up and sort out what other mistakes I’ve made. I will try to keep writing an ode for a while, but with the medical appointments and household calamities to sort out, I love writing my odes as well. I don’t want to upset my multitudinous flock, hoard, and worldwide fans. I apologise to both of you.
Sorted the pouch emptying and straightened the bedspread.
Of to the wet room.
The food order arrived. All filled. Carer Kara phoned about the shower and called the Doctor again for advice. The morning clouds
All three nurses came at the same time. Hristina said she would tell the Warden about my earache and the shower problem, bless them they were so kind, as was Kara.
The computer gaff had me down in spirits and self-hating.
Bottom field below the tree copse, The wee-wee kept coming.
I spotted the press-on cup hooks looking a little weathered. I took them off and cleaned them and the under-counter part.
Carer Chris called; he noticed a lot of fluffy bits in the wee again.
Still warm and light.
An hour later. Close shot of the sun.
Shelled some podded garden peas. Potato rounds in the oven. Chicken thighs out of the oven… yes, meat tonight! Sliced some tomatoes. Finished blogging. I’m very uptight with myself still. Back in the morning. – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – I made the meal; I know this because I nodded off for an hour and woke up to see it spread all over the floor. Not one of my best days, by any means.
Doesn’t yer know that today started so well that I was questioning my own insanity? What a start to this prospectively enlightening, trouble-free, and confidence-returning day! Then I climbed out of the hospital-provided bed, caught the catheter pouch tube against the metal anti-fall bars, and without any hassle or leaks occurring! Fan-bloody-tastic! The colour of the urine was classified by Carer Richard later, as a seven on the NHS rating colour card. That was a bit of a downer for me. Yet, I found myself whistling, well, I say whistling. I was trying to whistle; it was not easy with me losing another half-tooth to the land of rot and yesterday. Still, I laughed it off; even when Little Inchy’s fungal lesion started to bleed, I kept up my pecker… Honestly!
I’m off to visit the Porcelain Throne and have a stand-up wash and shave. I must remember to ask Warden Deana about getting the shower head mended. Having failed on the Porcelain, I started to have a shave, and I gave myself a little cut. I put the Kodak Tim in my gown pocket and tried to take a selfie shot of how little the nick was.
The steam from the water blurred it. Shame! That double chin was embarrassing as well!
I then put on the Protection Pants in record time with far less hassle and pain than I usually do. By gum, today is going so well!
Feeling a little perky, I turned to leave the wet room and involuntary shoulder-charged the edge of the door! The response was a bit of bad language and a dip in perkiness!
I took a photo of the morning view from the kitchenette window and put the kettle on to make a brew of Thompson’s Punjana tea. Then, I emptied all of the waste bins into one and placed it near the door for the Carer to pick up for me. As I turned to hobble back to the kitchen to make my tea, guess what? I against the towel dryer. Now, I was beginning to feel a little riled, ruffled, ratty, almost to the point of getting hacked off.
Carer Richard arrived, and I forgot to ask him yp put my diabetic socks on. Thus, I’ve been having activities from the vicious ‘s via .
I wish someone could tell me why, although I expect I may know. It’s with. Of course, I could well be wrong about that. You know, I’m becoming something of an expert in getting things wrong these last few years. No effort on my behalf is needed. I was well behind on getting this blog started. So I knuckled down while I knew there were no carers to call and did a pretty lousy job on CorelDraw, and then WordPress kept changing the font on its own accord. I spent about two hours trying to find a cure. I did some risky, easy-to-forget and lose where I was amended in the Settings and Appearance options. But although it accepted my different font in the editing sections, it did not change them on the blog editor. Sometimes, it would be on the Preview. Back to the editor and the old font was back.
Nearing losing my marbles with the frustration, I thought I’d try a different font… and the door chime rang out. ! It was a man and woman (Amelia) from Specsavers checking the eyes. It was, I suppose, perfectly understandable that I forgot they were coming.
Between , supported by it’s no surprise. They came in, barely hiding their disgust at the state of the room with the bed in it. Their superiority oozed from them as they went through the selling parts of their mission. Q & A’s. Sense of humourless. Prospective future Oligarchs, I think. Anyway, it seems I am cataract-free in both eyes. They think it must be the Glaucoma that’s causing the problems.
Arrived, full of beans. Gave her some nibbles and a drinkie for her kids. No medications were needed; I was too confused to take any after the WordPressing farce. Which is what I returned to after she rushed off on her duties.
It took another four hours of fighting to get the font I wanted to work on. I failed. Now I can’t remember what I’d done to try and get it accepted in the first place. Had enough of this. Frustration Frank visited.
Now, the persistent painful got as bad and persistent as she’s ever been. Carer Chris came, and I’m blown if I can recall much of the visit. I certainly didn’t make any notes on the pad, which indicates to me, that I possibly had some or most likely a or two.
Tired out now, but still messing about trying to sort out the changing font issue. Sod it, I made a brew of Glengettie tea and enjoyed it. Oh, I’ve just realised I’ve not had a Porcelain Evacuation all day!
If a need for food develops, then I might have an evacuation. I have more eyes and shoots to remove from the potatoes before putting them in the oven. I took these pictures on the left earlier and forgot about them; it could happen to anyone, I say.
But the odds are it’ll be me!
Gorgeous clouds.
Then, I had another go at this blog. I’m not certain what’s happened or happening now.
But I was brought back to reality a smidge when the bloody, costly WordPress package started changing the font again. The obvious reason for this? Me! I doubt I am capable any more!
Amazingly, I grafted away without struggling to see as bad as I usually do in the evenings. I spent hours, most of the time, changing the font back and making errors. Eventually, I gave up. I had to. It’s now 01:45 in the morning. I’m drained and tired out, and I just smelt the burning potatoes in the oven! Another oven tray to throw away. More potatoes to de-scab and cook again. Which I did, smilingly, happily, contentedly… I speak LYINGLY Hehehe!
I did take these final photos. I hope to stay awake long enough to snap a photo of the potato meal. That is if I don’t get a or fall asleep and burn these potatoes. I do live well!
I forgot, Warden Deana called with my change for the foot lady and told me that poor Josie was not the woman we all know in the home she went to after her fall.
Back in the morning… well, it’s morning already, innit.
I made a meal for the third time, and I got to eat instead of burn it. Nothing fancy, but I was hungry, so I enjoyed it.
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– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – — – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – — – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – — – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – I’ll not mess about… Today started pretty well. The Computer Froze. Somehow, I got it back on after the dreaded blue screen appeared. I pressed on with the blogging. The SD reader stopped working, and I spent hours not knowing what I was doing and getting so upset that Duodenal Donald kicked off for the first time in weeks! The Peptac was guzzled a lot after this started. It does no good, psychologically it may?
Then, both websites froze, including Google and Firefox. I’d already lost hours on the first two disasters. I was lost on what to do with this one and thought it was the end. I turned off the computer and then went back on again. I then got another dreaded MS blue screen. I was offered four options. But they may as well have been written in Outer Mongolian, from what I could glean or understand. Only the ‘Turn-Off Your Computer’ was decipherable. So I did. Really pissed off now. Even almost angry. I had a vision of me going into the fire at my cremation and waking up – such is my rotten, unbelievable luck. I decided to get a wash and shower. Carer Chris came, and I got off track to give him his weekly treats for his son, as he’s off for two days. Medications, one diabetic sock on, and I bade him farewell and a good rest. I went to the wet room for a good shave and shower, only to find that the hot water faucet had run cold! I remembered putting last night’s dishes in the sink to soak—then that, you know, sort of tightness of realisation in the stomach hit me en route to check to see if I’d left the hot tap running. I Had! When Carer Joanne called, she didn’t look very well. But was kind enough to tell me some problems, with advice for me, with her Catheter, and I was having similar trouble. We were united in our sufferings. ♥ The JS order arrived, and the Low-Cost Food order arrived an hour or so later. The JS driver kindly put the things into boxes and bags for me, and bless her with cotton socks. ♥ Despite all the hassle of the day so far, I was pleased with some lemon wafer biscuits from the Low-Cost shop. And the adorable Vegan Maryland Cookies came from J Sainsbury. Now I have my three favourite nibbles to hand, and being depressed, lots of them were soon my tummy! I got a lot of bother from …serves me for being greedy. Paracetamol & Codeines were taken. And no sooner, started electrocuting me. Bad enough, but she’s been at it now for eight hours on & off! I got some peas shelled t have with the beef pie and potatoes later on. But was concerned about not getting the blog done. So, I ventured to the computer desk, smelling my unwashed B.O., as I prayed 🙏🏻 for the SD Card thingy to work and Google or Firefox to work again, and got the computer on. Hallelujah! 👍 Or at least partly, the browser was working again, but the SD card reader wasn’t interested. About four hours later, I tried another reader, but that did not work. So, I took out the leads one at a time and returned them. About the 11th, the lead was returned, and Bejesus, the reader, worked! Now it’s getting dark, I’m drained, and my eyes are getting worse. Just thought I’d mention it. I’ve been up for over 18 hours and still only just started this blog. I had to get the photos on CorelDraw to save them to file… and I know this sounds impossible – But CorelDraw Crashed! Luckily, this costly, incompetent art package does a lot of crashing, so I can remember what and how to go through the salvation process several times a week. But it cost me the most valuable thing after my health and wealth loss: my precious time. And I’m not in a good mood now. However, I shall continue into the morning to get caught up. ,
Well, it is well past time to get summat to eat, See you later… if I can wake up in the morning. Haha!
It is Sunday morning now, and I am still well behind with this blog, with a lot of catching up to do. But, first, I had difficulty forcing myself to get up. After a terrible night of broken sleep. On with the blogging photographs…
Dark again.
Beautiful tree copse and bottom field,
Treats packed up.
Waste bags sorted.
Say no more…
Later kitchen window view.
JS order arrived. Got the stuff away. Ready-made meals and fresh garden peas.
Low Cost Food order.
Thompson’s Punjana brew.
Hours & hours lost with MS Windows, computer and CorelDraw difficulties. Deep Dank, Dark Depressions!
Ah, a nice shot here.
I started shelling some pod peas to go in with the ready meal of Cottage pie. Got on a slow boil-simmer.
Went to get the fodder served up. The rain was back!
Baked potatoes are on the left of the tray, and gorgeously tasty Flora No-Butter, butter, and podded peas are added. Cottage pie with some Hammonds sauce on top. – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
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We Need Peace
Peace to all, deserving or not… Peace; Very little have we got, Thanks to the Oligarchy lot, Their fortune made is misbegot! Peace? The chance is a longshot, For peace, we can scheme and plot… Putin prefers a riot… But not amongst his own lot, Anyone else is liable to get shot, Peace is needed, but who gives a jot? Find Peace? Humankind cannot! – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – A busy day. Urine was a better colour, though. I practically fell getting out of the hospital bed. Everyone ran to help me up… within ten minutes. I was prepped in the usual manner but less regularly than I have been in the past. The laughter in response to my jokes was a little depressing. I was laid out for the procedure. Then, I returned to my prison cell… no, I meant flat, and I was put in my home hospital bed. Told me not to do much walking until Friday, when the District Nurses will be calling to check the wound & full=compression bandaging. But the blog awaited my attention, so I went to the computer. Sorry that I did now. The Pain! I’m afraid today’s blog is terribly short on content. Hope to feel a little better in the morning. I’ll mention what bits I can recall, but photographs are in short supply. This was mainly due to & . The carers who called, I think, were Christopher, Kara and Christopher. The other hindrance was .
Only one today. Phew!
Picked up early to the procedure.
Lifted back, nurses arrived to put a different compression bandaging on the leg.
, although all mini ones were helping me get ever more confused. The Carers said nothing, but I knew.
Then the eyes grew worse, and I packed up computing, too much of a struggle with the eyes fading again. Going to get something to eat. Back in the morning, folks.
Good Morning!
I’m back, well, I think I am. Now, where was I? Oh, yes, getting the food prepared. And on this occasion, devouring it all! This is a ready-made, just-warm-it-up job: pulled BBQ pork and potato mash. I shelled some pod peas to eat raw with it, baked a potato, halved it, and lathered it in Flora’s creamy alternative to dairy, Non-Butter butter. It’s a wonderfully tasty meal.
Nodded off to sleep, waiting for the football match to start. And Carer Christopher arrived. I just love that yellow Bob-Cap of his. We did his health checks, and he did them himself. I’m becoming redundant here! Haha! Christopher’s BP result was a good one. Slightly Raised. Only just a tiny bit out of the green section. No Worry. The Austria v Türkiye match had everything in it: rain storms, sweat, determination, action, and a result that I could live with; a Türkiye win! The Türkiye team had put in such effort that most men collapsed when the final whistle sounded. Boy, did they deserve it, too! Carer Christopher arrived on his last call. He medicated me and shot off home. I couldn’t blame him!
No getting in the bed tonight. The pains of the day had worn me out. I fell asleep with the TV still on, and only woke up a few times when shot up my leg from the ankle wound. I soon nodded off again after each rude awakening. – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – Cheers!
