The tiredness dawned earlier than ever today. The Chloramphenicol eye drops may be the reason.
Amazed to see that the night bag had no urine in it! The reason was that the release valve on the day bag it was attached to, had not been opened. A cock-up there! The day bag was at bursting point. I opened the valve and the night bag filled within seconds. Decent colour bearing in mind the retention in the bladder had caused a backflow. My stomach was aching a bit, but it soon eased after emptying it out.
An early-morning photo from the kitchen.
Two hours later, rain!
Hurrah! Got the daft soft slippers on!
Made a mug of tea, no biscuits dunked!
Got the computer on. Within two hours, the 5th… Gnashing-Teeth-Episode! Not easy with only a few left in the mouth!
It was off for much longer this time. I did some CorelDraw work in advance on tabs. Two Carers called Sam and then Chris. Waste bins sorted out.
Pressed on with the blog for about three hours.
I was now back in the Tired-Knackered-Need-Sleep-Mode! The computer was turned off, and my concentration collapsed.
Carer Victor woke me up. Did the two eye drops and medications were given. I was so tired out still, even after a kip?
Took this snap and made a pot noodle meal. That’s all I could manage being so tired, and I wasn’t really hungry then. I still reckon the new Chloramphenicol eye drops are the cause of my weariness and lack of desire for food. I’ve only had three biscuits dunked in the tea, in the last three days?
Took these snaps of the mini mudslide in the car park. The weather brightened up for the first time tonight.
Carer Victor made his last call. He got the night pouch attached to the . Eye drops and painkillers were issued.
About an hour after Victor had left, I was forced out of the grotty-looking c1966 made, charity-shop-bought, horribly beige-coloured, £300, Harold’s Haemorrhoids-testing, non-operational, acne-giving, virus-breeding, rickety, easy-to-fall-out-of recliner; To go to the…
While I was up, I did a safety check, cause some of the carers forget to, and I forget to ask them to, especially when I’m in this tired Fatigued Mode. All looked okay; no taps, hobs, oven, or heaters were left on. I still felt tired! Puzzling!
I took this from the kitchen window. Bootiful!
Got my head down again, and turned on the TV. Which was still on when I woke up at 02:45hrs! For, you’ve guessed it… another trip to the… Why have I needed three, messy, light-brown evacuations; When I’m not eating? Could this also be down to the Chloramphenicol antibiotic eye drops?
I woke up around 06:00hrs. And immediately went into a deep “Testing-Testing… what can get done today,’ mode! A discussion with Alto-Inchie ensued. Something like this, I think, it was a short one… :What can I do about finding out about the eye drops?
: Wot, yer on abarght now? Regarding the new drops, I felt sure the nurse said to take the old ones for two weeks, then take new ones… they got them delivered post-haste, but the instruction says nowt other than take them for two weeks… no, months! The Carer said they are to be taken at the same times as the old ones, on the same day… Clear as mud to me! So? Well, I can’t find out which to do… Yer? If I take them and shouldn’t be taking the Othma, they might have to be taken last before the next operation. Hmm! I’d better try the District Nurses’ place; they might know. I can’t get through to the EENT at the hospital. Well, go on then! Wots stopping yer? Well, it’s too early to get through, yet. I tried yesterday and could not hear a word the lady was saying; so I’ll have to beg the Carer to ring them for me. Sod-all yer can do then, Inchie. Gawd, yer is pathetic! I don’t deny it! I’ll come back when yer not in Whimp-Mode! TTFN.
I escaped the clutches of the c1966 charity shop bought, second-hand, wincingly grotty, beige coloured, not mechanically working, crumb-covered from the nocturnal nibblings, itch-making, uncomfortable, virus breeding, easy-to-fall-out-of, recliner… to remove the night pouch, with difficulty and a degree of confusion and concern; from the contraption. The flow had stopped flowing, and the day bag was a much deeper colour than the night bag. I was backing up, and not allowing me to pee involuntarily. As would be expected, but still a surprise to me. Emptied the night ppouch then the day bag, and what a difference in colour! Carer Chris later identified the two mixed together as a level four on the NHS chart. I think the tubing must have gotten trapped or twisted in the night. It looked okay this morning, and after a bit of jiggling and tube-squeezing, it flowed all right.
Took a snap of my ankles, but it turned out to be a terrible photographic effort. I swapped the night sunglasses for the 8-year-old day, cracked lens ones.
Off to the wet room, to urgently utilise the . Then get the full works done of the session tackled. With the aim of beating last week’s record-breaking 1hr-35 minutes time!I was determined to… I just don’t understand why? I should have known what was going to happen with me trying to rush things. .
❶ The first bloody session was the shaving! I think a new record had been cut – eight small knicks, distributed around the chin, cheek, neck and earholes. ❷ Cut gums and teeth bleeding tooth cleaning. ❸ No idea how I managed it, cause I was using nothing sharp, the somehow the back was bleeding after I’d Phorpained it?
❹ Both legs and ankles had specks of blood. But more amazing to me was the were all spouting water out?
❺ During the towelling on, I caught the tubing on , and this left Little Inchies .
However… carrying the water from the kitchen to the waited for 3 months for repair broken not filling itself WC Water Tank, went staggeringly well! But her pain-giving mode must have been set on delayed-action-mode, cause she was giving my agony later in the day.
To really depress me, the session took me 2hrs-10mins by the time I came out of the wet room. Sorry that I looked at the clock now!
Carer Chris arrived, too early for me to ask him to ring the District Nurse HQ to ask for advice on the ear-drop situation. He issued the Maxitrol drops and the morning medications, saying he’d try later on his next call, Bless him. He took the waste bags with him when I remembered to ask him for once, I wish I’d not remembered to ask now.
Another hard job, getting the slippers back on. Took another picture. In doing so, I spotted that the flexible tube that holds the connector to the night bag, was not there? I imagine it must have been in the waste bag now, that Chris had taken with him. So, it will be either a new day bag that will need fitting, or knicking a flexible tube from a new bag; and putting that on this bag.
I finally made a start on the completion of the Thursday blog. But not for long. About ten minutes later, the Oligarchs Liberty-Global Virgin Media went down. Most aggravating! It came back on of its own accord in toughly eight minutes. Stayed on for twenty minutes, and off again! I diverted to creating some things in CorelDraw. Half an hour, the smoke & mirrors money manipulator, Liberty-Global, came back online.
Carer Chris returned. Tablets, Phorpained the back for me, and Peptac was given. The lad then rang the District Nurse to ask about the eye-drop staking dates. He was told we have to ring the doctor, which he did for me. Who told him that the Ophtha drops were only for pain relief when and as needed. Oh yes, thought I?
The lad left, and me asking him if he can try to call the EENT department at the QMC, who gave me the eardrops last visit. Chris said he would try, but maybe they would have closed by then. We can only try again!
Legerdemain, illusionist, and Hocus-Pocus experts who own Virgin Media, Liberty-Global, struck again with another failure of their pretend service going down yet again. This time I had to lose work again. Everything off, including the ensorcellment-ensuring Virgin Media box, and reset it. Eventually, it came back on. Well done, Mr £26 million salaried Liberty-Globals Fries. Jealous? Me? No! .
Will I ever have another good, problem-free day? .
Well, well, as Victor Meldrew on the TV said: “I Don’t Believe it!“ But, of course, I do believe it. The regularity of the illusionist’s failure at Liberty Global; their failure…and I believe intended failure to correct any problems, and cunningly now inviting me via email, to move to another supplier… I kid you not. Here is it:
Hence confirming my prediction of last week! Other suppliers? They have shares in or own at least 12 other internet companies in Europe and the UK. This is the ulterior motive proved! If we give as lousy service as we can, treat the idiot customers like shit. Overcharge them, ensure there are multiple signal losses every single day, and confuse the hell out of them with our double-talk, financial-escamotage, illusionism and not give a toss… What comes next, Oligarchs?
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Carer Chris called again. And he called the EENT as I requested him to – Gobsmacking, he got through to a human voice within a minute! I could not hear, of course: but he said that after the call; (So much for the Doctor)
UPDATED INSTRUCTIONS FOR EYE DROPS PROCEDURE
The two-month issue of the two eyedrops was to be taken together with a minimum time between as indicated. The old Maxitrol is to continue with four applications a day for two months. As before, over the same period… The new Ophtha will be three times a day for two months. The Ophtha is not to be taken until 5 minutes after using the Maxitrol. Also, after application, the patient is to gently use his index finger, to gently massage the eye from the corner nearest the nose for a minimum of three minutes. With both drops, you should wipe away any spillages from the eye that goes onto the skin.
Well, we did ask for the instructions! And we got them. Haha!
I’m getting fed up with this crap! , UTTER CRAP. but they know it!
The late Carer was DM. A lovely gal. Got a grasp of the new procedure eventually. It’s so complicated. No Ophtha on the last call. We spent a while working out the procedure needed. I explained about the day bag not getting much urine, and my stomach was even bigger than usual. Thus, I forgot to ask for the night bag to be attached. Then again, if no urine is getting through?
Got some food made because Liberty Global have done in my resistance to their dirty deeds! I’ll get some food and catch up here in the morning! (00:10hrs)
MORNING HAS BROKEN LAST NIGHT’S SKY PHOTOGRAPHS. Faces, animals in the clouds. Bootiful!
NOSH-TIME
The most looked forward to meal of the year. Flavour-Rating: 6.5/10. Not as good as I had hoped, but still!
Night Pouch Attaching: I faffed about and got the night bag onto ; the urine began to flow, but very slowly indeed. Then even though I was guzzling the soda water, it stopped suddenly. I was pleased in the morning that more had got through, but the tube and day bag was chocker-blockers with urine waiting for transit? Haha!
I woketh up, well pleased with the few hours kip I’d attained. Then noticed the legs. The left one was flaming bloated, massive, the right all skinny. And, water was spouting out of both leg ulcers and the papules on the left one. Tsk! When I moved in the aged, grotty-looking c1966 made, charity-shop-bought, horribly beige-coloured, £300, Harold’s Haemorrhoid-testing, non-operational, acne-giving, virus-breeding, rickety, easy-to-fall-out-of recliner; to get to the night bag for detaching from .
The urine in the bag in the drip tray was a little too coloured, but it’s been worse lately, so no complaints.
I took another look a few minutes after sorting the bags out, and the water was still coming out of the ulcers and papules. Although more slowly than earlier.
Off to the . I didn’t get out of the room for over an hour. And that was to lug the water to refill the non-mended W.C. water tank. I had not had a shave or shower, so no cuts or nicks this morning. What delayed me this time, was the agony, of waiting for the action to start from the rear-end department!The regulation two torpedos took a long time to begin its journey. The eyes were not able to read the crossword book clues, which disappointed me a little. I couldn’t see the cobwebs or cracks on the ceiling to count! I imagine the new eye drops were the cause of this dilemma.
Cleared up the used pouch, wrapped and sealed and into the waste bag. Then I titivated the kitchenette a bit. Not a lot!
Got the computer on, downloaded the photos from this morning and last night and… went down on me. Well, well!
I made up some drink mixers while waiting for the Smoke & Mirrors: (someone who draws attention away from often embarrassing or unpleasant figures or issues) Oligarchs at Liberty-Global to get a signal to me.
When it was the Carer. I was Gobsmacked at the time. He’s not been informed of the changes. He said he’d inform whoever was coming next time; it was not midday, but 13:30hrs or thereabouts. To get back on schedule. to give the four-hour break. The gal arrived near midday. No problem with this at all. I just got a little confused. Which takes no effort at all nowadays. Hehehe! The Carer, who came second, was okay about things. She’d not been told either. And she returned later and did a great job with the drops before rushing off. Hope she wasn’t too messed about; bless and thanks to her. The 1800hrs call next, back in order again. I thought we (well, they) handled these issues with efficient aplomb, as well.
Finally, I got the Saturday blog posted to WordPress.
. Emptied the day bag. The papules (Lymphorrhagia Leslie) and both of the ulcers (Odius-Odema) were no longer leaking fluid, well, just the odd tiny bit bubbling out now and then.
. I got the cover on the computer swivel-chair rearranged.
Found this snap I took early this morning.
The White Toe End
The Hallway
Little & Large…
Bottom Car Park
Today’s Mystery Photo?
Cor-Blimey! What a mess the feet and legs are in! Odius-Odema and (build up bags on the feet) Lymphorrhagia Leslie are having a ball with me. Ulcers, papules, and the heels keep spewing out liquids in varying degrees. looked up the feet-fluid bags. It’s the great escape of the lymph from lymphatic vessels that have been injured. Of course, I knew that. Hehe!
I took a few snaps of the ever-darkening late afternoon. Rain on the way, methinks? The clouds still hold a beauty for me Pareidolian’s Delight
The first evening Carer arrived. Did a grand job on the eyes for me.
Back to the kitchen window as the rain started. Naturally, I took these through the window.
Good Heavens, Little & Large again.
I’m not really hungry, may just have a pot noodle and bread roll, methinks. I’ve lost my appetite and my taste buds these last few days, seem to be on strike? I had a pot of Sweet & Sour Noodles, with added sauce. And defrosted two bread rolls. Again… little taste came through. Glad I didn’t waste time, effort and money trying to make a ‘so-called’ favourite meal this time. Sad innit?
The last of the day caller, arrived, Richard. He got the night pouch attached. Maxitrol Eye Drops in did the medications during the five minutes break between drops applications, then did the Optha drops. Left me with my 3-minute finger in the eye near the nose process as instructed, and got off on his rounds. Richard said that the NHS was now using Gaviscon instead of Peptac. But, the flavour is even more vile than the Peptac was; that was a horrible taste. This new one is made with… and the thought makes me want to puke… ANISEED flavour! Ah!… I wonder if this almost poisonous-tasting medicine, combined with the new Optha eye drops, could be what’s causing my taste buds to revolt? Hehehe!
But, the eyes are worse than ever this morning. I’m assuming they will remain the same for the two months I’m on them? Then hopefully get the eye done that needs the cataract that was repaired removed, and lasering off. A stitch in the eye for the crack. Then start again with another cataract procedure. Then, if I live long enough, the left eye cataract to be done. Then, the Glaucoma (No idea what the treatment is for that, I’ll look it up later) in the left eye needs doing. I looked it up on the NHS site:
There are several different treatments for glaucoma, including eye drops, laser treatment and surgery. The best treatment for you will depend on your circumstances. Treatment can’t reverse any loss of vision that has already occurred, but it can help stop your vision from getting any worse, Well, that’s cheery news!
Sleep Glorious Sleep was attained within seconds of my head downing! I’m serious, I was off like a log! UNFORTUNATELY... I burst awake, in agony from my old foe, A pincer movement attack this time – both hands and fingers. Hours later, I managed to nod off, but it was not worth it; it was only an hour away from when I needed to get up; So I could spend the 2 hours ablutionalisationing. No doubt with a visit being activated as well.
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Talk about relaxed and out-of-it!
Nothing hassled me, and there was plenty of
reasons to get upset.
I’ll use the few photos I took. Cheers from him, who’s lost it!
First photo after the calamity of carrying the water from the kitchenette to refill the still unmended, non-working W.C. tank.
Lost balance and dropped the bucket.
Got the shave and washing done and really worked hard to get the P.P.s on. A minor Accifauxpas hit my back on the door when I toppled precariously but did not go down. Naturally, this kicked off BPB Back-Pain-Brenda. Been nibbling painkillers throughout the day, yet it didn’t phase me, and I kept calm?
Cleaned up the mess from the bucket fiasco… well, the water, W.C. and checked the taps were off!
Took another shot from the same place.
I got deep into concentrating on the blog work. The Carer arrived, & did the medicationalisticalisationing.
♥ Heavenly Delight! ♥ Then, I do like this title; The QMC Haematology, Anticoagulation, Deep Vein Thrombosis, Warfarin nurse called to take my blood sample to check the INR level. Sweet Hristina ♥
My Pareidoliaing came to the fore when I looked at yesterday’s photo above. Danged if I can see it now, but I saw a pig’s face and snout in the photo. This encouraged me to make this graphic. Blown if I can see it now… but it’s well late in the day before I got to doing this blog, and my eyes are always worserer when I get tired.
Afternoon shot, taken when I went to the kitchen to make my first mug of Glengettie tea. (I said I was feeling odd, didn’t I?). I left it on the side near the kettle, and I heard the phone going off. Hobbled to get it answered before whoever it was, rang off.
It was the lady from the QMC Haematology, Anticoagulation, Deep Vein Thrombosis, and Warfarin Clinic. She reminded me that I have missed the last four appointments with my Doctors to give my blood sample. I calmly stated: I’ve had all your letters telling me, and the Carer rang the Doctors for me, who said there were no appointments made at all. She asked about my eating and, what the Carers do for me, how do they give the medications. In my hand in a tub. Do they always give you the correct medications? No idea; I usually just take them and swallow them. I trust them. Adding: That’s because when I took them myself, I was getting them wrong. That’s why the carers started coming. When I mentioned to her that the haematology nurse came this morning, she was not aware of this. I can’t remember the other questions, but there were plenty of them.
I had to visit the Porcelain Throne for the third time, which of course, entailed the struggle with the buckets of water to refill the not-working W.C. tank. BPB was already bad but got worse!
I added some more Paracetamol to my order for tomorrow, with a packet of Nuro… whatever they are called, to the order.
Took a photo of the early evening view. Noticing that a local house was having an extension built.
I am a nosy devil! Hehehe!
Care Jodie arrived. Got the evening medications sorted for me. We had a mini-gossip and a laugh.
The leg was itching underneath the day pouch. The weeing got more frequent suddenly.
Evening shot. Pareidoliaing opportunity here?
Carer arrived. I got on the computer after the gal went off on her rounds, I fetched another bottle of
spring water, and took this shot above.
Well, I must get something to eat. Back in the morning… well…
Tuesday Morning 0650hrs Catch-up…
So, tired, and the return of a was coming on. After two days of hairy-fairyness and feeling out of it, this came almost as a shock to me. The depths of misery flooded my every essence, and I genuinely feared for my sanity – I wasn’t coping well at all with this bout of sudden despondency. Yet as I had two, almost at the same time, this seemed to bring me back to normalcy… well, as close as I’ll ever get to it, anyway, with my mind withering with being eaten and tormented by accompanied by the day-long pains from . (Nearly lost the plot there with waffling).
An erupted as I was washing the pots. I made a grab for Metal-Mickey, knocked my knee against the cabinet, and toppled a dish from the draining board; that hit the , catching and knocking the release valve on its way down to smash, seemingly at the time, into a million pieces, as I wee’d down my leg onto the kitchenette floor, and into my slipper! I cursed and swore proliferously as my first reaction to the . Initially, my language and responses were getting increasingly more volatile.
❶ I closed the catheter pouch valve first actioning.
❷ Got my slipper off and binned it.
❸ Then, trod on some of the broken crockery pieces.
❹ Swept up the pottery slivers. Sealed and binned them.
❺ Got the Speed-Mop out and cleaned the floor.
❻ Stood in a bucket with Dettol in the water and cleaned and sanitised my foot.
❼ Refilled the bucket with water so it was ready for my next need of the , to refill the still-not-working W.C. tank.
❽ These actions had given , a new impetus to inflict even more pain on me!
❾ I took a Codeine and Paracetamol.
Then at long last, got around to making a scratch meal. Close to midnight now! Made some cheesy potato mash and found some, hopefully, in-date soy mini-sausages in the fridge, with a good splashing of BBQ sauce. Two bread rolls and a pot of strawberry dessert. Very nice simple nosh; I was too tired to bother with anything fancy. Flavour-Rating: 7.10.
It was while ingesting this surprisingly edible meal… that I realised that I had calmed down so much since the last round of cruel , apart from the pain they left me in, they seem to have had no lasting detrimental implications now at all?
The gave me a break last night. ! However, the combined forces of and rejuvenated assured me of another bad night for waking up far too often. Humph!
After last night’s near disaster with the computer – that resigned me to the fate of the computer’s death. I was worried stiff, and convinced that it was Kaput! Dead, finished! Now how can I get through, with no computer to order food in, get in touch with the bank (not that I can now, will have to rely on Kara to help me out once again, bless her, in getting online with the bank. Without the computer, this is mission impossible; Thus another sleepless night. Ailments kept waking me up. Doreen’s Dementia made concentration out of the question, but did it get me panicking a little… alright then, a lot! Yet this morning, things seemed back to normal with the computer? Carer Kara arrived for the first call of the day. I do love seeing her. I was going to ask her again if she fancied adopting me as a grandad… but forgot too. Humph! She changed the catheter bag for me, gave me the medications and explained about the medication cock-up with the chemist. Then she called someone about the night bag shortages. Telling me the clinic will send me some to the flat. Super-Gal!
We had a natter, and off she trotted, taking the waste bag with her.
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I was amazed and overjoyed (Naturally, this did not last long). When then the computer came on, it seemed to be operating correctly-ish. Of course, I’d lost track of where I was up to, what I had done, and what needed doing next to the blog. Although there’s nothing new about this!
The first trip to the proved to be a slight improvement on the previous day’s evacuation efforts. But worryingly, there was deep red and thick textured blood for the first time in weeks. I’m a smidgen concerned about the lack of any haematology nurses arriving for three weeks now to take some blood to analyse the INR (Warfarin) level. Has someone told them I’ve snuffed it, so I don’t need to bother? Also, I only have a part pack of Warfarin left in the medical drawer? Only one tube of Fenbid Forte, No Codeines, Paracetamol, No Lanzoprazole, No Bisoprolol (Beta-blockers), No Furesomide (Water tablets), or any Prochlorperazine tablets. Not to mention ‘s, or rather the absence of! Carer Kara rang about these for me this morning to try and get some that the chemist says he cannot get a hold of at all! This is not good! The continence team will try an alternative bag to see if these are in stock. This drawer has never been emptier. NHS problems? Pharmacy problems? Supplier problems? I’m also on the last few dregs of the Chloramphenicol Eye Drops. Thank heavens for Carer Kara’s help.
She returned later the second call and tried to get through to the bank to ask for written statements and get me online. But it was an on-hold call that the gal could not wait for, other jobs to tend to, people to be cared for. She did her best for me, but there was no answer to the calls, and she had to go through a series of questions to get through to nobody! Thanks for trying, gal! ♥ Much appreciated!
Now I can get the ablutions tended to before returning to this blog. Put the dressing gown into the laundry bag, got a new one near the wet room door, and turned on the towel airer to use later. I’ll time it again, going on at 12:25 hours. All done and cleared up by 14:00 hours: Best time this month. Is my luck changing… , I do ask some silly questions at times! “Is my luck changing?” Tsk!
16:30hrs: Going to get the early meal started now, folks.
Changed into sunglasses. I was feeling drained, nearly blind and strained. I’ll finish this in the morning. I hope!
Good Morning! Oh, dearie me… the nosh was disappointing last night. The same ready-made meal as last night, but this one had a lot of large chunks of carrots, which would typically be welcomed, but these were undercooked! Shame! Wonder what the third one (the last in the fridge) might taste like? Still, the oven-baked potato chunks were well cooked by yours truly. And the cheap yoghourt with lemon curd put in went down nicely. The best I can give for Taste-Rating for this one is 4/10.
Tried to stay awake to watch ‘Heartbeat’, but no! Carer Josef arrived and woke me up. Is there no rest in this aged, grotty-looking c1966 made, charity-shop-bought, horribly beige-coloured, £300, Harold’s Haemorrhoid-testing, non-operational, acne-giving, virus-breeding, rickety, easy-to-fall-out-of recliner? Obviously, not a lot! Josef medicated me and got off ASAP to let me fall asleep again, Bless him. I was soon back in the land of nod. Zzz!
Two-Hours later, from the door chime. I burst awake with a jolting, jarring, buffeting, twitching, and finally fluttered back into a semi-imitation wakefulness. Most reluctantly! But suddenly, sleep was of no interest. For it was Carer Carolynne who’d arrived. She gave the medications and checked the taps (faucets), and the stove was not left on. A little mini natter and laugh were enjoyed, and off she trotted on her missions. Could I get back to sleep? NO! Despite my mind and body demanding that I get more shut-eye, the brain and/or Sweet Morpheus denied me! Hours later, I did drift off and swiftly (it felt to me) went into a dream where Grizelda and I were on a big fairground wheel – snuggling up! Great!
Then, damn it… the kicked in. AARGH! Was I ropeable, furious, fuming, piqued, irritated, narked, depressed, or fed-up? YES! Was I once again in pain? YES! Was I suicidal? NO!
I feel my future, limited as it is, could be Panglossian
In a detrimental, foolishly-optimistic, unpropitious way…
Pickled walnuts and Gragknangles. Another day of delays and frustrations! Anything go-wrongable did! A day & nightmare. No medications, catheter night pouches arrived!. Or help with the banking on the computer. Took a tumble mopping the kitchen floor! The computer is doing really-weird things on its own accord. No chance of getting the blog done. So it’ll be a quick blog. Had to ask Carer for help with the Wilko order after getting in a mess with it. I am honestly getting to the end of my tether. 20:45 hrs and this is as far as I’ve got with it.
And red hat went to the laundry and never got back!
Fair colour after the first pouch emptying..
Took the pad off of the geyser legs. Getting in a mess with it
Walked around taking photos after investigating why I’d been woken up. Eerie.
Red sky morning shot.
Housing view.
Carer Kara watched as I put a new pad on.
Asda Order arrived. Daffodils for the Carers
The fridge filled up;
Fair colour after the third pouch emptying.
Afternoon sunshine.
Sun got through.
Evening sunset of sorts.
Nosh
Base of the meal, ready-made.
A photo with the camera cover dropped down. Unintended, of course! Meal served up; With added oven bakes potato chunks. Plain yoghourt with lemon curd added. Smashing Meal!
Sleep was another grind! Getting to sleep was hard work… Staying asleep was harder work… Between then, , and … oh, was active throughout the ever-wakening night, as well.
ANOTHER BAD NIGHT KIP That is only to be expected, mind you. The geyser-like papules had to keep being dried, Anne Gyner was bothersome again and with no catheter night bags available, the little day pouch had to be emptied a few times. I hope the prescriptions arrive tomorrow. (Mind, I’ve been saying this for the last two Sundays!) Will the Finasteride tablets come? Not a cat-in-hells chance of getting rid of until they do. Then I’ve to take the entire course of them, however long that will be. Then the plan is, as long as I can pass urine myself, if so, for the district nurses to take out the catheter. But if I can’t pass, the only other option is a permanent catheter to be fitted. That is not a pleasant thought. Then again, will I ever get the tablets? They were ordered three weeks ago! Hey-Ho! The water-spouting papules still had the face pattern to them this morning. I think a new one coming up has given my face lips now! Har-har!
Another mystery photo was taken?
Grand colour urine this second emptying!
Belated first mug of tea. Took this to show you the dank weather
Today had three visits. All messy! Carer Rahmat came for the first two visits. Got the ablutions done after her first visit. Did it in less than two hours. No cuts, shaving, no bleeding teeth, no Whoopsies or Accifauxpas.
Then (It had to happen with me feeling smug, of course), I went to make a brew, and I just had to take a photo of the new flowering tree over the way, which is coming on a treat.
The kettle boiled, and I got the brew made. Turned to take another photo and realised I’d left the window open. Ouch! I head-butted the edge of the frame.
An hour or so later, the sun was doing its best behind the thick clouds t
Amazingly, what seemed like minutes later…
The clouds broke. It was probably hours later cause I was busy losing the battle with the computer, which is doing the oddest of things of its own accord!.
Tea-time Carer Charly or Rihanna arrived at 20:40hrs. They’ve been struggling today; bless ’em. Gave me the medications and took a snap of my head-butting the window frame result.
What a Plonker!
Got the meal served up.
Last of the imitation meat, thank heavens. Taste: 7/10. Not good at all, this. But all the other the ingredients were okay.
Only one papule is still leaking tonight; all the others seem to be dwindling into the ether as fast as they came on.
