Carer Chris, who brought my laundry back last night, arrived. Medications administered. Peptac & Paracetamol were taken this morning… that was because was giving way pretty often. At least up to now, anyway. I pointed out the fictional line in the ode, where he hits me with a feather duster; he did larf!
I started to put last night’s laundry away. The dressing gowns were still damp. So I hung them on the air warmer.
After blogging for an hour or so, I took this kitchen photographicalisation. Surprisingly, IU found the day pouch needed emptying, so I did. It looked as if the blood streaks had gone, but it was still a smidge red and had bubbles… large ones this time in it. I took a second shot of the wonderfully clear now clouds. I saw a rabbit’s head and a spaceship in the sky while I was there.
More blog work was done… but it was not helping my concentration, and the usual cock-ups and mistakes were rife. I’m taking ages to correct them; even now, I don’t know if it is.
The second Carer took this photo of the once again filled-up catheter day pouch…
Rang out. It was the Vitamin B12 tablets. A year’s supply!
The flipping pouch needed emptying again. The Carer took this photo, too. Not many folks get a picture taken of them by their Carer as he’s peeing… well, pretending to pee! Hehehe!
Another shot while the clouds were so perfect for picturing. I saw more things in this one.
I must phone the district nurses on Monday. To inform them of all the wee-weeing going on.
Getting late now. Another beautiful view was taken.
The sun goes down. Bootiful
Minutes later.
I think there was a fire somewhere later. I could hear a lot of klaxons and see red, blue and twos. I think there is smoke in the photo above. It seemed to be in the Basford area again.
I missed this one I took earlier at the end of the car park mudslide.
Eating, over the years, is changing,
Had to stop alcoholic drinking,
After the heart op, limiting…
Brassica off the menu, heartbreaking,
No caulis or brussel sprouting,
Broccoli, kale “No Eating”,
Low in Vitamin B – could cause dying!
The doctor suggested Smoked Haddocking,
Which is high in Vitamin K, alarming,
Can’t eat that cause of the Warfarin!
Now Diabetes 2 is coming… Now to cut down on bread, appalling!. Potatoes too, It makes me blue… What can I do? Come on… I’m asking you! Oh, did you find the faults? The Two?
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I’d be about nine years old at the time; I was visiting Mr Widdowson, a grand old chap, and his wife. I was concerned about his knees playing up and asked him if I could call on him after school the next day to see how he was. He lit his pipe before answering me (I loved the smell of his baccy, whichever it was) and replied, “Well young un, it’s reet kind on yer, but you should get on with living; I’m ready for death, and a bit of peace, but mostly to be free of pain.” “But I’ll not half miss the missus!” He smiled gently and added, “If yer lives long enough, you’ll understand worra mean, lad”. And gave me a threepenny bit and a home-baked buttered scone. I’m not certain, and I think I had the exact same dream later on in the morning. Twice more! I just thought I’d mention it.
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Carer Chris removed the Nocturnal Night Pouch, and took the above photos for me.
Gorgeous skies.
Not passing much these last two hours, and I’d been guzzling the spring water?
Another view of the sky.
More bills arrived. Huh!
The afternoon brought the clouds out!
Nibble time.
Aha, the Amazon cans of beef arrived; I shall try these on a wholemeal roll with chips, methinks…Chips! Did I say chips? No, they are banned! Ahem!
Evening views are not very good, mind you. I got a duplicate-ridden one here… Tried again Not good again, but betterer?
Carer Chris arrived. Nocturnal pouch was taken off, diabetic socks were put on, and medications were given. The lad was treated, and off he went.
ELECTRICAL SAFETY CHECK
A young friendly gentleman rang the door chime. He was the man to do the electricity safety checks. He was here for three hours. But that includes the help he gave me with the TV remote and checks he did on all of the plugs, at least five, that were fitted to things when the speed merchant who fitted the new fibre system, TV, landline and internet, (which costs me four times as much as the one that would not work). This was after the internet went down, and he didn’t tell me I had an extra landline, which he put on the floor, or that the telephone number had been changed.
WordPress just froze, and I lost a ton of work!
No idea what I did wrong or keys hit in error. Well pissed off now! I’d just finished the blog, too! It’s so late now too. I’ll get the photos on again, but can’t remember what I commented on. Grrr! Nothing ever goes right!
. The ceiling is marked for the new to come-in month’s fire alarm to be fitted.
Paperwork to sign.
The Peripheral Neuropathy Finger Mangling came on, and the chap took a photo of it. Hehe!
Note to Doctor! I bought the pics before Obergruppenfurheress Nurse told me to stop eating bread & potatoes. Naturally, as soon as these wicked foodstuffs are used up, I won’t be buying any more!
The night view… Gorgeous! Grrreat! I do love this view!
A new pattern design from the automatic warping fingers of . I’ve no control over the digits at all. No wonder I’m making so many mistakes typing and dropping things.
A Great Vagueness followed. No idea which Carer called or what I did or didn’t do for about four hours. I do recall worrying about the electrical checks due tomorrow… but I was unclear why? Maybe losing the internet connection?
Late evening sky… Gorgeous!
I saw a few figures in these shots.
No evacuation boredom for me. A difference on every visit. Hehe!
This was not good! Looks like a spot of blood in the dark, misty-looking urine on this last emptying out of the . Oh, dearie me!
I found a jar of frankfurter sausages in the cupboard and decided to have them in the wholemeal cobs with a few chips. It looked pretty good… However, the sausages tasted rank! I trashed them after the first bite. But ate the rolls and chips. I gave a decent score because, for once, the chips and bread both tasted absolutely fantastic! I later discovered that the jar of sausages were dated use-by-Nov 22! – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
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Today, I got yet another food order to arrive! That is six in eight days, and I can remember ordering two of them… albeit for the wrong day and week. Joy? Carer Kara is back from holiday! Nurse Hristina is coming in the morning. Joy? The mind blanks/seizures seemed far less today! Joy? I got the PPs on in five massively less painful minutes today.
However, I lost yet again… this time it was four hours before I found it again. Missed the sunset and annoyed myself. Nothing new there!
I was so weary, in the afternoon, I took a kip in the itch-creating, bruise-giving, catheter-tube-tugging, crumb-decorated from my nocturnal nibblings, God-awfully uncomfortable, cringingly-grotty, no longer working, dirty beige, anti-sleep designed, c1966, second-hand bought for £300, ten years ago from the charity shop, recliner, waking an hour later when Carer Chris arrived to wake me, and after he’s gone, so had . I really thought it had gone this time, finding it… I’ll tell you where later…
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I stirred reluctantly in mock life.
Removed the nocturnal catheter bag.
Wash and shave. The legs & feet were looking okay. The bloodless parts of the toes were seemingly getting larger in the area? The make on the right foot is actually, I think, a mark on the camera lens. But I tried to clean it off the other day without any success? It does not show up in dark areas, so I cunningly took the top photo upside down. Clever, eh? Or not. A second attempt at evacuating from the rear end, and Trotsky had regained control. Last visit!
All done ablutionally and medicatingly, I tackled getting the Depend PPs on. I am not kidding; I reckon the whole operation took me about 5 minutes from start to finish! With some miracle, the pains from knees Arthur Itis and the two Cartilages were not too bad!
I made up some bottles of spring water (flavoured with cordials) for the day’s intake.
Sorted the waste bags.
I was gobsmacked to see that the Catheter Day Pouch had filled quickly. Oddly, the shade looked a little deeper as the day went on.
I started on the blog, photo, and CorelDraw work.
Joy? The landline rang . My beloved Hristina of the DVT Warfarin Anticoagulation Team advised me that she would call on Wednesday to take the blood for the INR test. And very welcome she will be! ♥
After Carer Kara ♥ had called and got the diabetic socks on for me, dosed me up, and she’d checked the catheter date and condition and departed Sob! I was hit with fatigue. I made a microwave hot dog and some chips. I got back down on 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. Ate the snack, put the TV on, and fell asleep at as the first set of adverts came on. Zzz! I was woken up by Carer Chris arriving, medicating me, and shooting off… damage done; I could not get back to sleep. So, I rose, washed the pots, and got back on with the much-belated blogging.
Then, an ASDA (Walmart) order arrived.
Not the foggiest recall of ordering it. Humph! At least it was a small one. Baguettes, beans & bacon soup, Soda water, a can of minced beef, kitchen towels, and Worcestershire Sauce flavoured chip sticks. And… Hot dogs, potatoes, rissoles & Lamb Patti!
The day pouch was choker-full again!
And even darker now.
Noticed the sunset and wanted to take photos of it… but my search for the Kodak proved futile. I must have been looking for an hour non-stop.
I finished the blog for Monday and posted it. Then I made a start on this one… Carer Chris made his last call of the day. I was always in a rush on this one; I was his last call before he got home for a few days’ rest. Gave him some treats as he left.
Then made another search for the camera… I eventually discovered that I must have knocked it off the recliner arm, and it’s fallen into the control pouch outside the chair. Angry at myself but so pleased that I found it, I went to take a very late shot of the night from the kitchen. Not a brilliant one, though.
After spending more time on this blog, it was not going well; I stood up and, crikey, the pouch dropped down! Full again! And look at the dark colour?
The infection may be returning? I hope not; I’ve got enough going on, thank you!
I got my head down again for an hour or so and then got up for another bash at this blog.
Got back in the recliner at about 04:00hrs.
Up again at 06:50hrs.
In the early hours of this morning, I had a virtual epiphany… so natural, pleasant and unbelievable. I stood up from the itch-creating, bruise-giving, catheter-tube-tugging, crumb-decorated from my nocturnal nibblings, God-awfully uncomfortable, cringingly-grotty, no longer working, dirty beige, anti-sleep designed, c1966, second-hand bought for £300, recliner. I had no pains, aches, bleeding… even the catheter had gone. I chose to float and did so. Landed back on the carpet and could hear Acker Bilk singing ‘Buona Sera, Señorita, Buona Sera’. Angels descended all around me, miniature-sized; my beloved lost cat Cyril was lying on the recliner, purring heavily; I could hear him clearly. I made my way to fuss him… And then I woke up! Blimey, that felt so genuine as well! Tsk!
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Seeing the colour of the overnight wee-wee in the night pouch pulled me back to reality quickly! This is not good. Thankfully, the colour lightened later on as the day progressed. I hope it continues; it’s just a smidge of worrying this dark. The end car park on Citrus Way looked different for some reason… Ah, the mudslide had reduced vastly.
Off to the wet room. No luck again. Still, I did get to have a go at the crossword book and counted eleven cracks on the front wall.
Chimed, and into the room entered Carer . Who got the diabetic socks put on my legs and sorted the medications. As I went to put the kettle on, the Intercom rang out. Unbelievable! I’d got yet another food delivery arriving, Ocado this time. I can’t even remember making one with them. I need help with this problem. I got the bags in and tried again to get some activity going. Although definitely was in charge, I felt was fighting back. A little messier than of late. Back to sort the food. Surimi sticks, fruit in pots, brown sauce, lemon desserts, lavender Dettol, lemon mousse, black bean sauce and a can of ratatouille. I’ll try that tonight and see how it goes. Well, that’s the plan anyway. Chunky vegetable soup, Lloyd tomato-type sauce with Mediterranean vegetables. The two brown Italian tomatoes. came as three for a ridiculous price. But Ocado decided to send the pack with one of the ready-crushed semi-mashed and all runny. These brown tomatoes taste almost like meat; those I’ve had in the past have, anyway.
Carer Sam called. And Chris returned the laundry bag – Yee-Haa! It may have taken me a few days to get someone to take it, but it came back this week. That’s a positive improvement. I got a landline call from the QMC Deep Vein Thrombosis & Anticoagulation teams Angel Nurse, Hristina. She will be calling on Monday for the next blood-taking test. ♥
Then, I got another landline call from Sister Jane. She was in her new posh flat, getting things sorted and ready to move in properly. She said they had a fish & chip shop a few minutes’ walk from the apartment block. Jealous? Me? Ha! Yes! Hehehe! She gave me some advice on cooking the pasta. I think we mentioned something about football referees but didn’t use any cus words. I got the ratatouille in the saucepan and added some canned garden peas. I could not resist trying some as I put them in the pan. With the Lloyds sauce, Tomato with Mediterranean vegetables. I think I’m going to enjoy this one!
I took these photographs from the kitchen window. At least it was clear enough for me to take a decent couple of sky-cloud shots as the sun began to dip. As I looked at the camera screen on Kodak Tim, I was chuffed with these, and after washing some utensils, I took a few more, which were a little darker than a few minutes earlier. I did spot some figures in the clouds. An animal’s head, eyes, angel and fish. Bet there were more to find. I pressed on with finalising Thursday’s blog. Then…
Well, a treble one, really. Getting really tired and concentration ebbing away, I went into the kitchen to check on my meal cooking progress… but didn’t get there first try. I tripped over the jacket that had fallen off of the chair onto the floor, which I’d not noticed. I caught a hold of the door when sent me all a-wobbling as I tried to keep upright. Of course, that didn’t help, as the door was open. I hit the deck first, followed by few choice self-blaming naughty words flowed. Both knees, and for the first time, I noticed the backs of the knees were painful too? Mission Impossible (Painwise) was tackled. Crawling on all fours to get to the recliner to haul my body mass up into it to stand upright again. It was only a few feet from the door, but it seemed like a couple of hours to get to the chair. Inching painfully along, moving the knees a few inches at a time. After I finally made it into the chair, I had to sit for a moment or two for the pain to die down. Which I now realise was not such a good idea because both knees and whatever is at the back of the knees seemed to have stiffened up. I rose up gingerly and carefully, using the recliner arms, and got hold of, first, , leant against the chair then . I was thinking how much this hurt, and at, of all times… it chose this moment to go into action… Who was it? A !!! This had me lunging backwards into the recliner, landing with such a thud – burst and bled instantly! Cleaning up, changing the Depends, and the medicationalsationings took me hours! Extra painkillers had to be taken. I Phorpain gelled the Cartilages. I was not in a perfect mood at this time.
The sunset view cheered me up a smidge, though, all the same. I took a wide shot first, then a zoomed-in shot. Bootiful!
The old memory blanks blanks kicked in. No idea what happened next for a couple of hours; There were no photos or notes to refer to until I found this evening shot. Not a good one, by the way. The meal was ready to serve, and I had a spoonful to try it. Well, excellent came to mind at first. Undoubtedly, it looked good, so I saw how it tasted. For once, no phone went, no carer called, and I ate nearly all of it with great relish and satisfaction! The lumps of Aubergines in it were so tasty! I’ll try this again, no doubt! Did you find the spectacles? I went straight to them the second I looked at the quiz picture. .
Sleep was a non-starter tonight. But after the attempted Har-Kari, the causes were varied. Pains, Shaking Shoulder Shirley, PN electric shocks from the right ankle, and Thought Storming Steven cocked up my hopes of a decent rest.
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Meanwhile, at the Woodthorpe Court Detention Centre… I mean, Woodthorpe Court Sheltered Housing Dormitory cell… Flat, flat, sorry. Occupant 172, known as Inchy, Gerry or Inchcock, was belligerently stirring back to his imitation mock life from his slumber. After working out what time and day it was, his first action was to check his nocturnal bag and the tube connected to Little Inchy; both for leaks and signs of bleeding. He found both! The release valve was dribbling bits of urine out. He pushed it over as hard as he could and was surprised when the leak stopped. As he moved his legs, agony! has caused a bit of bleeding, and the tug had moved, making him jump a bit. Why am I writing this second-person style? I blame , & . I rose, still half-asleep despite my rude awakening, and went to get the kettle on in the kitchen. Which seemed a logical idea as that was where the kettle was. I thought I might have seen Venus in the first shot of the sky. I took another one to try and catch it again, but it came out a little wobbly… which is what I became at that very point, shaky! I looked down at my bloodied, bruised, battered legs and got another shock. Surely, I’m pretty sure that I’d not been scratching nocturnally again? What a state they were in! As I continued unalarmed, I noticed the brushing on the lower arms. Had I been noctambulating again in my sleep? Then, I spotted a mark on the knuckle that, to my eyes, was exactly like a picture of a dog’s face. The photo does not show it; I didn’t do a good job of this photo either. Tsk! I was going to take the tea with me to the wet room, to medicate things a little. But got side-tracked by the failing and giving way from . Clouting my other knee on the trolley, I grabbed it to steady myself and threw in a , just to keep the train going. The morning evacuation demanded my attention, and at first, I thought I was going to have the right job here. Blood ran at a fair pace, well trickling, from the wounds down the lower legs. Blood from poor little Inchie’s Fungal Lesion filling the Protection Pants up, and I’ll be sat there pushing for all I’m worth battling with for I don’t know how long before the concrete sausages are forced out! How wrong can a thought be? I was instantly in complete control of the procedure! I cleaned up my rear end first, then the splashes that had torrented out all over. Wiped the haemoglobin off the legs, and started to get a stand-up wash and shave. I was, after three days of only getting two shaving cuts… back in form! Six! The toothbrush snapped in half! had a turn at giving way. But the grab rail was close enough, and I avoided going done again, as in the kitchen. Washed the legs, and got some medications applied, too, & then s many blood leaks on both legs. Then tackled the ex pensive but pain relieving job, as I got on and . Then dribbled some oil down my chest as I . I moved the alert wristbands to the right arm to avoid the scratches and bruises on the left one.
As I got out of the wet room, I knew there was something I had to do urgently; I seem to remember thinking this when I was battling the rear-end Tsunami on the . Now, twelve hours later, as I write this masterpiece of a blog (Hahaha!), I still can’t recall what it was! arrived as I was just about to start the computer. He decided that the legs looked so much better, so he did not put the leg & ankle strappings on. He did get a pair of the new diabetic socks on for me. The lad didn’t look or sound very well. Got him a cold drink from the fridge to mayhap help with his sweating and coughing. He explained about the potatoes and chips and the diabetic limitations. He thought that, in moderation, some spuds should be okay to have. Good news that!
called P.M. The gal was not feeling as good as Richard wasn’t, and I still suffered from the lower regions. But the legs were feeling fine. In fact, I’m glad I took a photo of them now cause it’s like they are a pair of refurbished limbs???
From well, I’m not sure… erm,,, I think it must have been five hours I was out of it – yet had opened a can of soup and put it in the saucepan ready for later, the pan had been heated, so how come I have no recollection of this happening? I also found photos that are a mystery to me, not what they are, but when did I take them? A mug of tea, nothing on the reminder notepad. This picture on the right is the final (up to now) unknown use of Kodak Tim.
Good heavens, and great balls of fire… has just arrived for the last check call. Perhaps it’s all a part of the mysteries of the Woodthorpe Court’s sinister Spirit’s master plan. To raise the devil, spread wonders, blunders, rodomontades, fears and descenders from the comfort of sanity into a gibbering wreck!
I took this to ensure the soup was not left on the heat. Beautiful hue and lighting. Well, I thought so.
Then I noticed the notepad. It’s so different to the last time I looked at it. Am I going mad? That was a silly question, of course, I am!.
When I took this one, I thought at first that I could see a fire with black smoke. But by the time I’d looked at the picture on the camera, it was not to be seen. Was it the Mysteries of Woodthorpe Court, with the hobgoblins, spectres, gnomai, phantasms, ghosts, the grotesque succubae, extraterrestrials, ectoplasms, spirits, or the Fata Morganas, that have been sent to taunt, irritate and terminate my already limited saneness of mind?
Took this picture a little later. The views get darker and more wonderful to view. Minutes later, the sky seemed to brighten up? Or had I got these snaps out of sync? Yes, that’s most likely.
I took shots from the left in front and to the right. Gorgeous!
I must have fallen asleep for an hour or so; I felt myself slipping off of the computer chair. In slow motion, had the catheter tube not been pulled at Little Inchie, I think I may have clumped to the floor.
The photographicalisations this time look almost welcoming. The clouds peacefully passed by at a fair rate of knots.. almost a farewell.
This may serve to prove the effects that I suffer from FND, and Doreen Dementia, oh, no, I forgot, it is now , I’ve got, innit.
The stew is on, and the potatoes will be soon. So, off to the kitchen to satisfy and satiate my hunger. I did take a photo of it, but it appears to have escaped from the SD card. Humph!
A day of lack of concentration, depression, mistakes and frustrations. However, I did get some graphics done in advance. But it took me that long to achieve; the night and darkness had fallen, and I did little else all day. No shower or shave, no cooking or eating. I just got carried away with making the graphics and odeing. I couldn’t help it. The depression convinced me to do what I enjoy doing cause nothing is going to help my memory, dizziness, loss of balance and confusion. It is at this moment, 18:20hrs. And I’m just starting this blog going. So, it will be another scarcity of details. Mainly cause I’m so tired and cannot remember much of what has happened! Sorry! Gonna be another lack of sleep night, methinks.
04:14hrs: Woke up. It seemed a good idea, but I don’t know why I bothered!
Nocturnal urine was a bit lighter.
Started by sorting the waste bags into one.
The plan was to get a shower & shave, so I left off the leg and ankle straps when Carer Richard arrived. When I asked him not to put them on, I asked if he could please ring my landline, as I’d not had any calls coming in and was worried that Liberty-Global may have gone off again. I gave him the wrong number and cheered him up. He verbally suggested that I was a nuisance – he was right. I found the correct number, and he rang again; the first one I gave him was for the Audio Clinic. Tsk! The landline rang. Thus, it made me feel much better that no one had rung me for four days. Humph! Sulk! Hehe!
I am off to the wet room for the only visit up till now of this very wet, rainy Thursday. Hey-Ho!
I took a half-decent shot to the moon as I made a brew of Glengettie… Dropped the mug, broke the mug, cleaned up the mug, and cut my hand doing so, and depression kicked off, along with self-anger. Apart from getting in a tangle with computer blogging, I did little apart from taking photos of the rain all day into the evening. Self-Pitying Paul visited.
Making another mug of tea later, I thought about cleaning up the mess in the kitchenette window ledge. That’s as far as it got… thinking about it. Boy, was I in a low mood today? Yes, that is the answer.
I topped up the Carers & Nurses nibble box.
I took three rainy photos later from the balcony. To the left, it was lighter as the sun was trying to rise. Then, straight ahead.
Took the one above a couple of hours later.
An hour later, A depressed and only semi-interested Inchy took a snap of the end car park mudslide.
Later, I spotted a chap from the flats on his disability scooter going up the gravel path to the park. He was driving along like Stirling Moss. The legal limit for these is 8 mph, but he was rattling away at well over that speed and uphill. If I get one, I’ll ask him where he got this one from.
. I took another shot of the same area as I did about two hours ago. The watery mud must have doubled in size! If the rain doesn’t stop soon, folks will need waders, maybe even a snorkel, to get to their car! Hehe!
. Getting dark now, but the rain had stopped.
I tried to take three shots of the late evening view. Not good this one… Not good, but better than the first? Ah, well!
I didn’t, and not much wiser now that I’ve seen the rings on this explanation, what’s different about the yellow glove? Ah, I’ve gorrit now!
Bread at last! I got the bread, all but one loaf, into the freezer to last me until next week’s Asda delivery. The tomato sauce I ordered turned out to be something else. It warned on the label that it was an extra pungent chilli sauce. I’ll give that away! The Danish loaf (substituted for Milk Roll bread) was eaten later with the evening meal.
I put some honeyed parsnips in the oven. And a can of curried beans, with tomato & basil sauce, and a suitable splashing of the Beetroot Borscht into the pan. Adding some gammon slices cut up. Slurp!
Carer Israel arrived as I was serving it up. No ankle or leg straps to take off. He gave me medications and attached the Catheter Nocturnal bag extension to the day bag. Nice lad!
I had to take off my nocturnal pouch in the night. I’d forgotten to ask the Carer to empty the day bag before attaching the might pouch, and the bag was getting too full and rather painful in the bladder area. Ruined my sleep as well with having to get it taken off. 05:00hrs: Hence, the colour of the urine when I got up in the day bag, was far too deep. Humph!
Meandered into the kitchenette, got the kettle on, and tried for a change, to take a decent morning photograph. They were of my usual standard – rubbish!
Made up a waste bag from the others, and as I placed it near the front door, I had to hasten… well, hobble swiftly to the wet room for the morning session. Gorblimey, that was messy again!
I attempted to take a Kodak Tim shot worthy of presenting in this marvellous, entertaining, fascinating Daily Inchy Today blog. (Ahem!) The first one wasn’t… The second is even worse. But the sky came out alright.
Carer Christopher arrived. I mentioned my forgetting to ask him to empty the day bag last night before attaching the night pouch. He did a good job in getting the leg strappings on for me. Medicated too.
Got on the computer and confused myself as I lost concentration and somehow started doing different tasks at the same time – and lost track of what I was doing. I’m doing this more often lately.
Hence my disappointment at not speaking with the Doctor, the Cognitive Impairment Psychotherapist, on Thursday. I wanted to speak with someone who understood and may have been able to give some advice or guidance to me… But, No!
The needed emptying. Still looking too dark to me. I drank more
Carer Dochal (I think) arrived. Medications, check on the lifeline check was done.
Back on the computer trying to sort out where I was before. Sister Jane rang me. Said she’d given me her new address in with her Christmas Card. She’ll email it to me as well. I emailed it to Obergruppenfurheress Warden Deana later on, for the record.
Back on the Computer… and the door chime rang out. It was a delivery of the table I’d ordered. I’m hoping that it will fit under the chair so I can eat with less chance of spilling, knocking anything or dropping stuff on the floor; curtsey of Shaking Shoulder Shirley, Dizzy Dennis, an involuntary Peripheral Pete Leg Dance, Reflux Roger, Loss of Balance Belinda, or Colin Cramps. But I fear things are not going to work out. Why? I’ll tell yers! The well-sellotaped box it arrived in, was awfully light. I can imagine myself getting the shakes and knocking the table about with ease and spilling, dropping and swearing a little, maybe, when I use it?
An hour or so later, the pouch was near;y full again! But it did look a ‘lighter shade of pale!’ (Wasn’t that the title of a song back in the day?).
At last, it’s getting lighter outside, too. Well into the afternoon now as well.
Back on the computer. Creating the ode of the day now… But inspiration & concentration is still scarce. Getting dark earlier than ever.
did the next check. I took his Health Checks before he left. Another good one from the lad, a healthy specimen of a Carer. Hehe!
Caught some contrails in the oddly coloured evening sky, with the sunset… It was Bootiful!
Then I set about getting the roast potatoes out of the oven, and into a pan of Chilli Soup with added soy, liquid smoke flavour and Worcester sauce. Flavour Rating: 9.2/10. Gorgeous!
Went to wash the fodder things. How the view had changed from 30mins ago!
I bet you all got this one!
Closed the computer down and went to check that I’d not left the hot water tap (faucet) running. Another change of view.
All ready for Monday yet? Whatever you do, don’t forget… Although I am a simple poet, Take heed of this little odelet, Take care when doing a pirouette, Or backing a 5/1 favourite… Christmas, at home with your poppet, Keep your money in your pocket… Save cash; have a pigeon, no piglet, And send me some money… That will rescue me… Lost my bank card & number, see? I also lost it in 1953… I’ll accept donations, appreciatively, They’ve also turned of my electricity! I’m not seeking pity or sympathy! Just money, by the pound, not penny!
Emptied the . I ventured into the kitchen to get the kettle on for a brew of Glengettie tea… but I didn’t make one as I got carried away when I saw the moon was clearly visible and fetched , I tried to take some decent shots on it… Oh, dearie, not only did catch me out, but as I tried again, burst into a lively few minutes worth of shaking! It may not resemble the planet, but I think this turned out to be an unintended masterpiece? Haha! I gave it one last chance, a distance shot.At least I got an identifiable one. But I was disappointed in not getting a close-up of it again.
Computer on. Within five minutes… .
Went on CorelDraw graphic making. Aha, the internet came back on its own accord! . Two minutes later. So, I had a go at turning everything off and restarting. Sure enough, within two minutes, it was back! Five minutes later… I gave up and tried to clean the oven up a bit. It’s surprising how my bad eyes can easily miss bits of dried-on gumph when scrubbing away in the oven.
Oiled the ear-holes.
Tried the computer again. Signal back on. I was so pleased that for the next 15 minutes, there were none of the Oligarchal failures. Then, as the Carer arrived… The wonderfully reliable, cheap, friendly people of s, did so again. Currently, failures stand at I’ve not recorded many because I had no internet to record them on. Hello…
I sorted out the waste bags. How bad this is!
Got some small potatoes on the crock-pot. I added a good splash of sea salt and a sprinkling of the gorgeous-tastingseasoning. Not unlike Worcestershire sauce, a little less intense, but the flavour lingers on the tongue more.
Gotten Himmel… Mostly liquid!.
Back on the computer… With the smoke & mirrors, number-crunching, fact-fiddling, giving me so much time to curse, spit and throw oaths and curses on them, it also gave me a chance to try to see why they are getting into, by investment or buying them out, so many, most if not all of the European internet suppliers. And yet, they are proving incapable of maintaining a service connection? And are they ruining the reputation of all suppliers? You see, I consider they are doing this on purpose. Their ulterior motive is still a puzzle to me. Not why they are doing this, that is plainly obvious; To Make Profit! Oddly, one of their other purchased companies, EE, along with BT (Liberty-Global now the biggest shareholder in them), Vodafone and ‘3’, had connections available at the top of the list this morning. (On the computer wifi-rota) after Virgin went for the fourth time? I clicked on the EE connection to see what’s available hourly, daily, or weekly for the appropriate rates. Further proof of the double-dealing, money-manipulating, by the esteemed Mike Fries, Chief Executive Officer and Vice Chairman of Liberty Global. Who took home a $64m salary plus bonuses in FY2, is behind the cunning plot to become financially focussed through blurring facts, figures, fallaciousness, fiendishness, foxy, and furtive by any means available to him! If they may read this blog for a laugh, note I have refrained from using fabricated, falsified, fictitious, flagitious, fibbed or flectional. Better let him know my dwindling bank balance is about what he earns in two minutes! Well, that’s for their lawyers if they decide to sue me, really)
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After has been, I’m going to tackle the biggest job of any day… Getting a wash and shave! There is no showering today, not with the bandaging on my right leg. Joanne took off the strapping and diabetic sock for me from the left leg. Bless her cotton socks! ♥
Here goes, ♬Hi-Ho, Hi-Ho, it’s off to the wet room I go♬
It should be a quicker and safer task today. No need for me to get dressed afterwards… well, slippers, a quilt, and a dressing gown are all I shall adorn.
Also, with the right leg bandaging from the foot to above the knee, there shall be no showering. It’s just a stand-up jobbie. I was amazed when I found out it had taken me so long, but far less than when dressing and showering. The teeth and gums didn’t bleed… but that was likely because I forgot to clean them. Tsk! Shaving, just the one cut this time. It was only getting the PPs on that was any real bother. No falls or tumbles, mind you.
However, using the short picker-upperer, I caught the release valve on the Catheter bag, so I had to rewash the legs, carpet, and floor.
Got dressed & sorted. And got the computer on…
arrived. Issued the medications, and he was overjoyed at not having to do the task of Hehe!
He took a photo of the red eye so I could email it to the Doctor to get out of Monday’s appointment. I just don’t like the idea of using four buses with the associated risks to get there & back. He took the laundry down for me and returned 6 minutes later with the bag. The laundry dryer was not working. Humph!
Am I lucky or what? The next occurrence will clarify that question for us all. I went to open another bottle of pink soda water to assist the bladder… As I unscrewed the cap, a third of the contents sprayed out! Onto the computer keyboard, the leg bandaging, the recliner, the clean dressing down and my chest, face and hands, and the carpet, for many feet away! I despair!
Now Firefox has gone down again! I’ll try to get the pics on then to send it.
