What a slog of a day. Confusion, delusion, disappointment, a memory blank or two, and forever sort of in semi-control, couldn’t-care-less, and or Fretting about having nothing to fret over modes.Honestly, I worry about myself at times, then sink into an almost, but not quite there, semi-accepting-everything without bothering period.And even with the Carers and the nurse calling, I spent far too long on this blog. But enjoyed it… apart the the self-detrimental and imitation happy-go-lucky periods. Which were all mingled together at times. Talk about up & down! Humph!.
04:45hrs: Great colour this morning. I felt tired out still, and had to encourage myself to escape the c1966, £300 Oxfam charity shop bought, second-hand, itchy, wincingly grotty, beige coloured, crumb-covered from my nocturnal nibblings, itch-making, uncomfortable, positively unhealthy & dangerous, no longer operational, virus-breeding, easy-to-fall-out-of catheter-tube-trapping, recliner. Caught my balance, and began to revert to my usual morning state of confusion and more confusion.
Ablutions and the first of the four visits to the Throne. Each event was of a similar nature. Apart from this first evacuation, that is. I think a slow starter? Yet I could feel the bubbling and brewing from within, and I fully anticipated the usual of late, ‘Splushes-Splashes’ and all-done routine in seconds. But No! I spent several minutes counting the cracks on the ceiling, and then I got the crossword book and spent ages on them. Not that I got many answers in, but enjoyed it all the same. Then, the motion started and finished in seconds. Why the delay, I don’t know, I’m sure.
The legs are getting fatter at the top, and the left is thinner at the bottom.
I must report that the getting rather annoying, and bothersome is getting uncomfortable and causing lesions on the skin? With
Waste bags were collated. And left in the hallway close to the front door for collection by the kind carer. At this stage, I had a little bother when suddenly gave up the ghost momentarily. But being in the hallway was a help, as I could reach and use the walls to prevent any tumbling onto the floor. Yes, I had not taken a stick with me. Tsk! Lucky really!
I took this with the window open from inside the balcony, at the right end, facing North, towards Daybrook, Arnold and eventually Mansfield. The rain was coming, and the mudslide growing. Then some snaps of the weather, and views from the kitchenette windows. But I did my bestestist! Hehe!
The weather made getting a decent shot taken rather difficult. Yes, they were not so good either today. Why? I’ve no idea. So I cleaned the glasses later & washed the eyes.
Returned to close the balcony window I’d left open. (The rain & wind coming in prompted me to! Hehe!) And spotted a new vehicle in the car park from the earlier photo. So took this shot with it in. A motorbike, paramedic, or police possibly?
Either way, not a good sign.
This may have been a mistakenly taken picture?
The last view of my leg’s condition was before the District Nurse arrived minutes later. bless her cotton socks, to sort me out with new paraphernalia straps & bandages!.
The arrival of any nurse always cheers up near toothless Inchy! Haha!
The nurse had brought a lot of new gear to use on me again today. I felt so cared about! I was smiling, joking and in fine mental form… Honestly!
More spare compression bandages and lesion pads. A big bagful. It looks to me like it will be a long job anticipated in getting the legs sorted out? A new black wind-on compression sock.The nurse first removed the bandage from the right leg. I loved the ridges it had left on the skin, and I asked her if she’d take a photo of it, for me to use on the blog. She took the two above for me. You can see how well the compressioning had reduced the fluid. content of the right leg! She then put on the black leg support on the left leg. This will need changing every so often and washing.
Watching the Angel fit it, was such a complicated procedure. I don’t think the Carers will not be able to do it without much further instruction.Before doing this, she took a snap of the leg with (above left). With newankle ulcers forming. The black compression sock did not show up in this photo. I thanked her most-muchly; she said she, or someone would be back next Tuesday to check things out and make any changes needed. ♥
On my fourth visit to the , or rather, after my fourth visit, I realised that the olive oil dropper bottle was nearly empty. So I meandered wobblingly into the kitchenette, and started searching (I never found it) for the mini cone out. (Found some on eBay and ordered them, free delivery from China?) played dead for a few seconds… this time she got me – Crunched down on the hard floor, but the helped soften the blow. And there was no damage caused to anything, other than my knee. Hehe!
Discombobulated, I closed the computer and got a very much-belated, but needed 4-hour-leg-up-session in the £300 second-hand shop purchased, c1966, welt-causing, uncomfortable, not-working, itch-inspirational, crumb-containing recliner. Waking up a few hours later, I decided to have my second mug of tea of the day. Utilising , and carefully taking this shot from the kitchen window, of the fast-disappearing sun. Not too bad an effort.
Got some nosh done. Potato Cakes, the last of the sweet Jenny-donated tomatoes, and some pickled beetroots. Which were unfortunately rock hard! I tried two and had to dish them; the rotting teeth couldn’t cope with them. Hobbled into the kitchen to get the washing up done. Checked that the taps (Faucets) were turned off, and no hobs, slow cooker or oven had been left on. I returned to the recliner, looked at the Freeview schedule, and found that I could now watch two episodes of ‘Heartbeat’ and ‘Cracker’ on the same channel straight after each other. An entertainment feast for me! Huh! I don’t know how I do it… I drifted off at the first set of adverts, and woke 4-hours later when the credits were scrolling at the end of the second ‘Cracker’ episode! Someone asked me last week, “Do you watch a lot of television now you’ve got the time?”
An improvement on yesterday with the being on the verge of becoming an almost, practically smooth-working, but terribly slow service. Of course, getting it to go in the first place took the usual hour-plus to get a signal at all. Humph! Yes! Only eight times, much better! ruled the day. The 4-hours-up, 4-hours-down routine with the leg, got all muddled, and the brain befuddled. The Mind-Wanderings were a permanent feature of the day, and they flourished, worsening as the day went on. Errors, mistakes, and were their peak of non-performance. How I didn’t sink into the expected , is something that puzzled me at the time, and still does. Through all the mental mayhem, frustrations and mistakes made, I poddled along with them, as if they were a daily issue to just put up with. Well, they are, come think of it!
Just a mess today, sorry.
Back to being dark… Tsk!
Morning kitchen view.
Spuds for the later nosh in the crock-pot.
Four Visits Today. Each one was in a similar fashion.
The waste bag is sorted. Note the China mug within? I poured the boiling water into my favourite mug, and low & behold, it flowed out of a crack that ran from top to bottom of the beloved, now deceased mug! Not only that, but ran over the counter, down the lower cupboard doors, and onto the kitchen floor. Luckily it did not upset me… a bold, brave sort of chap, who took it all in his stride!
Finally made a start on this blog. I later felt the slipping down the leg. I took a decker at it, and it was fairly full, and the urine was an even deeper colour now! I do wish they would give up on this problem. Obviously, the Finasteride Tablets are not working, no help at all. Why can’t they decide to give me a permanent catheter operation now; instead of another month with tearing bits off of poor , and causing so much pain and bleeding? It may come as a surprise to them, but I’m not getting any younger.I really would like to have the procedure now, because it will get a dodgier thing to have done as I advance into my dotage, surely?With is getting worse with every visit by the nurses. Not the mention the s giving me agony and making walking a nightmare! , , , … I’d better stop here, I Depressing missen! Hehehe! It’s not going to get any easier is it? Here Endeth the Rant!
A bit of sorting out, in the fridge and freezer, produced an extra bag of waste to be made up.
This often happened to me recently. With the annoying failing, there are times when the finger ends lose all sensitivity… which can be a help, if you’ve just burnt banged or cut a finger? But not when one is typing on the keyboard. I’ve no idea which buttons I caught in error, but in Corel Draw, the activity arrow, would not work at all. After a good hour, of trying different combinations of the caps, control and alt, things ended up worse than ever… All off and back on again – lost some work!
Simply Wonderful!
Later on…
Veg soup with added spuds, & a little chilli! Taste-Rating: 8.3/10.
Broke their own record for Internet Black-Outs!
Amassing this Sunday, a massive… Eventually, I stopped counting them.
Since which, many more arrived.
Gifted me by . The , smoke and mirrors, thaumaturgy, number-crunching, figure-shuffling, hocus-pocus, mumbo-jumbo, pecuniary, money-mongers, blithely unconcerned about customers, with their sham, bogus false interest in offering a workable internet, or genuine help for the poor demented souls that innocently joined Virgin Media; Back in the days when it worked, before which operates through the following subsidiaries and shareholdings, they own or have shares in All3Media (50% ownership with Warner Bros. Discovery), ITV plc (United Kingdom) (9.9% shareholding) Platforma Canal+ (Poland) (17% ownership), Sunrise UPC (Switzerland) (100% ownership), Telenet (Belgium) (58% ownership), UPC Broadband, UPC Slovakia, Virgin Media Ireland Limited, Virgin Media Television, Virgin Mobile. Virgin Media O2 (70% ownership), O2 UK, GiffGaff 65% ownership, Tesco Mobile (50% ownership). Virgin Media Limited (UK), Virgin Media Business Limited, Virgin Mobile (UK), Vodafone (8.9% ownership), VodafoneZiggo (50% ownership), Vodafone Netherlands, Ziggo, Ziggo Sport, Ziggo Sport Totaal, and Telefónica, and purchasing and destroying the only semi-trustable internet on the market at the time, , for about $234 billion! RIP to Virgin Media Reliability
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Potatoes with sea salt added.
Balcony shot of the end car park. It was not a very good shot as the shower started.
The mini-seconds-long shower stopped!
The tree copse. East end of the car park.
Back inside from the balcony.
Three spuds that took longer than the rest of them? Left them in a bit longer. Cut up some pots, tomatoes and carrots, and added them to the veg soup. Added some beef flavouring. Stirred it in… Then, I added some gorgeous tasting… to the saucepan and gently heat it so as to get the flavours in all the veg. Made a brew and left it warming up gently.
Starting to eat the not good looking home-made Borscht soup, which tasted gorgeous, arrived. I continued nibbling away as we had an excellent two-way nattering session. It filled me up, and I could eat it all. As Joanne said, I put it in the fridge for consumption tomorrow. The medications were done, and off went Joanne. A nice gal.
The sky looked worth photoing.
The bin bags were belatedly sorted out.
Taking them to the front door for collection, I felt the dropping down the leg… It looked like wind more than liquid? It may have been from the Borscht? Hehe! Emptied it and later got the night bag attached to the day bag, ready for head downing.
Checked the taps and stove. The view had changed dramatically. Where did the sun come from?
As I was about to sink into the c1968, tatty, scruffy, unkempt, uncomfortable, virus, microorganism, bug, bacterium, bacillus, germ, parasite producing, and disease-fermenting second-hand, eyesorely-horrendously grungy beige-coloured, £300, charity shop bought, crumb-retaining, moth-eaten, non-working, bacillus encouraging, incommodious, Haemorrhoid Harold testing, recliner; in search of Sweet Morpheus. But the need arose… off to the wetroom, with the in one hand, and in t’other!
I banged my shoulder on the door frame going in.I dropped both and the … tube gave such a pull as it fell, it started ! This left me in a quandary, as kicked off, and the need for the rear-end evacuation felt more urgent! Blood trickling from Little , I decided to get the pants down sharpishly and seated on the WC. Nothing but wind escaped! Leaving emitting and leaving a putrid pong! To stop the bleeding from , clean up the bloodied tubing, and treat, of all things, bleeding. How come, if I only passed wind, the piles bled? Powerful Wind? Another problem arose... I had to empty and remove the night bag, which has a once-only valve for draining, then hobble with the stick to get another night pouch and back to the wet room. (It looked like someone had been stabbed to death in there. Hahaha!) But first, before attaching the night bag, I had to get the fresh PPs on… Then I got the nocturnal pouch back on. Then, the task of cleaning up the mess… With no cleaner to help, the place was already looking even worse and dirtier.So, I just used the picker-upperer to soak up the blood spots as best I could and called it a day… well, morning, which it was by now.
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Today was not a good one… but no disasters as such. Not a single visit to the .
Managed a new record, I think…
Ah, a betterer colour this morning!
Another not-so-good photo of the morning view.
I had not seen her for ages; nice gal.
I got on with blogging for a few hours. All the regular anticipated mistakes and errors were committed. More than usual, really, with… So often.
arrived for the PM call. She did a kitchen and bathroom check on the taps & stove and took the waste bag to the chute for me.
I took two piccies of the afternoon clouds later. One to the left… ‘Tother to the right!
No seepage from .
Then, when I took my four hours with the leg up on the chair, I turned on the TV to see if anything worth watching was being broadcast… that’s when I drifted off. Five hours later, I woke up with a nervous twitch and tic. I lay there all distorted on the c1966, £300 Oxfam charity shop bought, second-hand, wincingly grotty, beige coloured, crumb-covered from my nocturnal nibblings, itch-making, uncomfortable, positively unhealthy & dangerous, no longer operational, virus-breeding, easy-to-fall-out-of, Catheter-tube-trapping, recliner… I recall knocking the remote control thingy off the recliner’s arm, thinking about retrieving it, and… Zzz! Another three hours of heavenly, if broken by mini-wake-ups, sleep was enjoyed.
I think it was who called to wake me.
I was not exactly with it, but I got the potatoes from the slow cooker and mashed them with some not-butter butter, sea salt and a dash of Pryprawa seasoning.I put them in the oven to keep warm and added some no-meat sausages in a saucepan with more Pryprawa seasoning. Tomatoes, pickled beetroot, and some chunky pickles as well.
Took this shot while waiting for the cooking of the meal.
caused the hand to wobble, so I had more salt than planned. Hehe! A taste rating of 8.2/10 was given.
I stayed awake long enough to get the pots cleaned, do a safety check, and then back into the recliner.
Now I plan to sleep. Which initially went well, straight off into dreamland almost instantly. With the absence of last night, it annoyed me when he kicked off non-stop all night. I got fed up with waking up!
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I wonder where the happing of crossing fingers for good luck came from? I’ll Google it now! I know now:
Why is crossing your fingers a symbol of good luck? Crossing fingers dates to a pre-Christianity belief in Western Europe in the powerful symbolism of a cross. The intersection was thought to mark a concentration of good spirits and served to anchor a wish until it could come true.
I tackled the nocturnal pouch removing it.
A much better colour today!
I was summoned to the wet room to use the Throne. The indications acting as a warning that came from the rumblings from the innards, that this was going to be a controlled evacuation… it was!
The mess made was the worst this year! 1½ toilet rolls were used on this visit! Had to change the PPs, and spent ages cleaning up the splattered, watery, phooing product. The stomach was rumbling away for ages, after the evacuation! I feel a little delicate after this one.
Added the sorted bag of waste to the one that I forgot to ask the Carer to take with him, in the hallway. As I was hobbling into the kitchenette to put the kettle on for an early morning mug of Glengettie… The bowels send another dollop of liquid to the back passage… I failed to get to the in time! It took me over three times as long to clean myself, the wet room floor and furniture up this time! And two more rolls of toilet paper were used in the process! Where’s when you need him! I walloped down two Galpharm capsules when I eventually made the mug of tea… well, it was Thompson’s Punjana. And I took one last night as well. Humph! Darned good job I got up so early, with the nurses due to call on me today. One to rebandage. And the DVT to take the deep vein blood from a venous vein. At least I think it was from a venous vein; it may be from a tibial and poplitaeal vein. Looked it up on the paperwork, Venous!
My Goodness! I’ve been up for hours… admittedly spending the bigger part sorting out rather vicious attacks from . I was surprised to see the view from the kitchen was still dark. I eventually got the brew of tea made again.
Later, Carer Marie arrived. No eye drops are needed now; the course is finished. All gone. I’m doing the eye cleaning myself. Medications issued. Thank heavens she noticed that I’d dropped two tablets when taking them. One went in the dressing gown the other on the floor. She rescued them for me. We managed a little natter too. As the gal was leaving, the door chime rang out… It was the Asda order I’d forgotten was coming. I know, it’s hardly believable that I could forget anything, innit? Hahaha!
Treats and essentials! The fridge & freezer were full again!
Worked away on the blogging for a good few hours. Mostly making mistakes and errors, mind you. Mainly because of the I lost yonks again trying to get the signal back. Also lost time and work done when it kept coming back and off again within minutes each time! After an hour or more, it seemed to be working again?
Carer Kara did the midday call. She asked about how the audio clinic visit went. A short visit, but I liked it.
Well into the afternoon, about 16:30hrs, The District Nurse arrived to remove and put on a new dressing on . .
A nice Nurse not seen before. She had a look in the spare room to see if there was room for a bed to go in. Listened to my amusing stories of the ailments.Lovely gal. Someone is calling on Friday to redo the dressing. Be nice it was her again. But I love them all! Hehe!
Carer Benjamin came for the heavy-medication evening visit. I also managed to drop a tablet then as well! Painkillers and Peptac were issued with the regulars. On his mobile a lot so not much talking done. Slipped a Rum bar and drinkie, as I did for all of my visitors today. I took this through the balcony window. Moments later the rain stopped, and the sun reappeared, although was not there for long.
I selected some tomatoes. Got the pots sliced and in the oven.
The view had changed dramatically. As the Sun rapidly disappeared.
Got the meal in the microwave.
Carer Joanne brought up my washing; bless her.
Pots into the dish & added the meal & tomatoes. Desserts on the tray. Flavour Rating: 8.8/10. Nice!
The period spent in the c1966, £300 pound, second-hand charity-shop bought, crumb-containing, odour-retaining, Harold’s Haemorrhoid-testing, nauseatingly beige coloured, non-working, virus-breeding recliner; searching for sleep was a success… But only for a few minutes at a time. made sure of that!
The night Catheter Pouch was far too dark! Fancy that? Inchy having lousy luck!
Before leaving to get the lift to the clinic, I suffered three of these types of visits. Hey-Ho!. Then, the problematic stand-up ablutioning session! Couldn’t put the papule leaking let in water to wash it; it was a solo job with the left foot. The shaving seemed to go pretty well. Getting dressed was farcical.
Put some spuds in the crock pot. I try to remember to turn on the low setting as I leave later… I then proceeded… to do the waste bags and the one I was putting the others into split open! Huh! A right mess to clean up and , and all joined in with the right and spoilt the day!
Carer Richard was not his usual self. Tired out, I’ll be bound.
I did get the Sunday blog finished & posted off. Because I stayed up so late working on it. Many mistakes!
A final call to the Porcelain Throne.
Then, off downstairs to await my lift. Had a go at the crossword in the lobby. But it was hard work with these terrible new glasses.
Kept looking outside in case the minibus arrived. . Not here yet, so I took this snap of the local weeds. Yet they look beautiful to me! A selection of nub-ends caught my attention in the end car parking area.
The minibus arrived, and I got belted up and grabbed from my pocket. Taking snaps through the window en route to town and the Audio Clinic. Up The hill to Mapperley. Mapperley Road. New student accommodation is being built. Town and Parliament Street. . Multi-screened cinema on the left. Up Derby Road and down onto… The Ropewalk from the top end.Many years ago, there were all posh houses with servants and butlers. Lawyers, private detectives, and many shops and offices have been converted into student apartments.
THE CLINIC The driver dropped me off in front of the building. I hobbled limpingly and painfully into the big hall. The receptionist recognised me and indicated by pointing for me to sit down. So, I did! After a while, I got the crossword book out. A chap behind me mentioned, some 15 minutes or so later: “I talk to myself when doing crosswords, as well!” Haha!I didn’t realise I was nattering away, but the lady to my right said: “I understand!” Hehehe!
THE RIDE HOME: I was called in to see the Technician. Who at first was patient with me stuttering and forgetting things. She got the hearing aids off me and gave them some routine maintenance. She looked in my earholes, declaring she had never seen so much compacted wax before, as she checked the left lughole. She’ll make an appointment to have the wax eased and removed where safe, then another meeting for an Audiologist to test my hearing. She thinks they will not be on the same day, though. She was laughing when she was talking to the receptionists, and they both looked at me as I returned to the waiting area with the refurbished aids in situ. I could hear a muffled noise of talking.
Excellent job the lady technician did on the hearing aids! Not good on the phone, though.
I did sneak a photo of the waiting area. But it was not on the SD card when I got home. Snagknangles!
As I walked out of the clinic, the man was arriving at the optimum time. Getting settled in the seat, out came my beloved , for more window shots on the way back.
Up along the Ropewalk. Down towards the City. Right onto Woodborough Road. As we stopped near a bus stop, next to the recently built student flat complex. Tsk! Bottom of the hill… To the top and down towards the flats. This shot of the flats came out decently. I paid the man, gave him a choice of nibbles, and got myself inside the Woodthorpe Court lobby. I walked through the link passage to Winwood Court and informed Warden Deana and Julie of my arrival home. On my way back, I took a few photos of the shrubbery at the back, through the windows. Can you see the buried sitting bench on the right, below? It took a wider shot showing both benches. I may try to have a kip out there?
Thought to the lift, and in and up… I took this sad selfie!
I could feel , the pain from the nearly full Catheter, and blood trickling down my inner legs from poor .
Got in and rang Meridian to advise them I had returned. But still had the hearing aids in… I could hear nothing, I didn’t even know if anyone had answered my call? I gave up.
Had a look at the leg. Looks like some blood has gotten mixed with the water? Still, the nurse is coming in the morning.
I got on with this blog update start.
came, I didn’t realise how late it was. By the time he’s gone, I had suddenly sunk in a weariness.
I got the spuds out of the slow cooker, halved some and got them in the oven. Turned off the computer. So tired!
Got the nosh made earlier than usual, partly due to me feeling so drained after my little trip out to the clinic. I dined well! A vegetable hotpot (ready-made) with the extra boiled and baked potatoes added. Nice! Taste-Rating: 8.5/10.
Arrived for the last visit of the evening. Eye drops medications, and I took his BP. And it came out just fine! SYS 123, DIA 70, Pulse 77, Temp 36.6°f Fit lad! He took a snap of . The nurse in the morning. It’d been leaking again, of course, and occasionally stinging like mad. The Community Nurse may have to stick more of the padding back on.
I fell asleep the moment that departed.
But it only hasted for about 4 hours; I woke, rose, and took off the pouch automatically, thinking it must be gone by 07:00hrs at least… I was wrong, it was 02:45hrs. Tsk!
Farewell, friends, and have a festively fun future!
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Not much time for notes or photos, sorry.
Slivers of something in the morning urine?
Morning views.
Raining, mudslide started, from the balcony.
The rain persisted for a while.
I had a lovely meal and took a photo of it. Then a photo of the leaking leg. Then the bleeding from shaving. Then a midnight shot of a dark-dank night. But this morning when it came to adding these to the blog... The Mysteries of Woodthorpe Court, with the hobgoblins, spectres, gnomai, phantasms, ghosts, grotesque succubae, extraterrestrials, ectoplasms, spirits, or the Fata Morganas, vicious ailments hassling me, that have been sent to taunt, irritate and terminate my already limited saneness of mind? The photos were not on the SD card?
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – Horrible day today. causing more bother each day. No choice but to keep stopping doing the odeing or blog, to get the leg up on the chair, until the fluid stops erupting. But it’s pouring out more than ever. Some found their way down into the slipper this afternoon. Naturally, my concentration was all over the place. I made so many mistakes again. I saved files to the wrong day in the file – I’m still not sure I’ve got the photos sorted to where they should be. Humph! Then, a break to go to the Throne or get my leg up again, and what and where I had got up to and was doing before the ‘Leg-Break’ needed working on. With even more errors being found later on. This is bad enough… But the constant pain from the leg and flipping was frequently joined by . And I’ve got this until Tuesday when the nurse returns to check on the state of my leg… That’s not all… Two medical appointments on Monday, one on Tuesday, and two on Wednesday to cope with. Getting the ablutions done with no showering allowed is going to be a battle. Getting my shoes on to go to the appointments, getting dressed and remembering everything needed are more challenges to get right. Wot? Me Worried? Hehe! – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – Is it a pretty deep colour?
Another go at taking shots of the moon. The first one was the bestest. The second one, I nearly missed it altogether! Oh, dearie me… Ah, well, I did my best!
Early mug of Glengettie. With the spuds that I intend to bake, take them out of the oven and empty the husks into a basin. Mix them up well with Leicester cheese and a splash of sea salt. Refill the husks with the mixed, mashed-up potatoes, put them back in the oven for half an hour to brown and crisp them, then gorge myself eating them! Hope the teeth don’t start bleeding again.
Morning view. And the car park too!
looked no worse than yesterday. But in fact, the stinging was getting more & more frequent as the day went on. I had to keep stopping to put the legs up. Which meant getting back to the blog and not really being sure where I was up to or doing when I sat with the leg up each time! I lost more time and had problems with making me get things wrong again; I’m not sure if there are more errors in this blog, but I feel confident there will be. Humph!
Late afternoon view.
Then, while taking another breather in the £300 second-hand shop bought, c1966, moth-eaten, bedraggled, cringingly-beige-coloured, grotty, dilapidated, crumb-containing from my nocturnal nibblings, bug-ridden, itch-inspiring, not working recliner, to allow the pains from to ease a little, the urgent need of the arrived, and the next half hour, I had to make two more visits! All calls were of the same style.
Got the cheesy potatoes out of the oven. Rubbed some Germolene on the burnt ringers… I emptied the husks into a bowl and bashed them as best I could… The bowl slipped, but I caught it before it fell to the ground… unfortunately, some of the potato mix fell out of the bowl… I automatically tried to stop it from escaping. Put the bowl down and retrieved the lumps of precious cheesy spuds from the floor… Banging my head on the counter-top as I did so. Eventually, I returned to the kitchen and put the spuds in the oven to brown them off. I was beginning to regret making these. Haha!
I intended to do some more blogging. But by now, was giving me some more hassle, and thanks to the bending done, the mean, nasty had joined in, too. So I saved the work, turned off the computer, and got my leg up again while the spuds browned off & crisped.
Carer Chris arrived and got the night pouch out, ready for me to use later after having my late meal. Did the eye drops, and off he went.
I fell asleep in the £300, second-hand, decrepit, Haemorrhoid Harold-testing, sleep-deterring, nauseatingly beige-coloured, not-working recliner. Without a thought about the potatoes cooking away in the oven… I woke with the jerk and could smell the burning of the potatoes! No panic or worry, or nearly taking a tumble as I hastily clawed my way up on my feet and en route or knocked over the spring water bottles on the way to the kitchen! above! I opened the oven and got the tray out ASAP… Same fingers, but no pain whatsoever. This was due, temporarily, to combined with failing to inform the brain of the smoking burn on the back of my hand. A few minutes later, while I was applying the Germolene again, the shock of the pain got through… Arrgh! I dropped the now nearly empty tube of antiseptic on the floor. This time, I cunningly used the plastic-picker-upper to get it back. Then served up the late, semi-burnt potatoes feast. It looked good; I had to stay awake long enough to eat it… Not easy sometimes, you know! The husks were really overcooked, yet I, inadvisably, tried to get my few teeth left into them… one of them literally! I now have one less tooth! Well, ¾ of one. But the flash of the cheesy potatoes went down wonderfully well. Flavour Rating:9.2/10 I’m not rating the potato husks here. Haha! The tomatoes Jenny had gifted me were magnificently tasty (Thanks, Jenny ♥). The vegan sausages were very passable flavour-wise, too! The things that marred the noshing session a little were , and pestering stabbing pains. In fact, it was Leslie who kept me from nodding off again. Each time I almost drifted into paradise, she reminded me of her presence!
I often wonder why I give my ailments names. I’m still working on this…
Possibly, the Worst Moon Shots Ever Taken! Ensured that the quality of the above moon shots came out crap. Tsk! I really tried, but as you see, I failed!
Kitchenette.
Balcony.
Late afternoon sky – Beautiful!
Medical appointments for next Monday to Wednesday came in via text and email throughout the day. I don’t know how I’ll manage to get about with the ingrowing toenails, and I will need some help getting dressed for the first time ever – that’s really humiliating, hagriding and ignominiously cringeworthy!
was stinging away all night. I think I spent more time waking up than asleep.
At least the nosh was a good one… although resisting nodding off while eating was not easy. Hehehe!
Felt shattered in the morning.
Sorry not much in, disabled body & mind, & I had to get my leg up regularly. – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
I hadn’t expected to live to see the world’s ending, It’s coming, but I may or may not, depending… The kakotopia will be totally consuming, Be here by the year’s end, I’m assuming. Will it be through Global Warming? Will it be quick, without any warning? Can we achieve earth rehydrating? I think not with agitators Xi and Putin! Constantly threatening & warmongering! They & others are ignoring, boycotting… When Save Earth mention Global Warming! The Oligarchs carry on bootlegging… As do financial institutions like banking… In the name of power, financial gluttony! Their names won’t go down in infamy… How will it end, earth’s unwritten contract? Robots Take Over? Asteroid impact? Divine intervention, in retribution?. Failed climate control to make a contribution? World-Wide Anarchy… Rebirth of Tutankhamun? Global implosion, or an Alien Invasion…
Nanotechnology disaster, worldwide libation?
The collapse of the Vacuum? Forced lactation?
Mass suicide? Even times laevorotation?
Profligacy? Lack of diplomacy?
It’ll end the battle for supremacy!
It will end all tellurians mercilessly…
It may take months, or fall abruptly,
Certain to share between us, agony!
Looking on the bright side, forgive me…
No more struggles to get a babysitter!
Equalising you and the globetrotter,
Being late for work won’t matter…
No frets emptying your catheter,
No dodgy release valve to make a splatter.
Peeing in your shoe, Haha!
No guilt for eating butter…
You can have a little mutter…
Well, you’ll not even stutter…
You can laugh at your cybersquatter!
No need to clean or declutter!
No blood from the piles in your hindquarters!
You can throw away your Warfarin & inhaler!
I hope this ode makes you feel jauntier?
That you feel less depressed and segregated…
Don’t feel guilty for the times you shoplifted!
We’re all level when we’ve been terminated,
If we miraculously come back… belated.
Next time, I’d like to be better testiculated! – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – The compiler said the average time is 11 seconds. Mmm? – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – Apart from the agony from the two ingrowing toenails, and her papules. The teeth breaking up and bleeding. And, of course as usual now for months, the tube was giving Little Inchie a bad time pain-wise.and Her Highness of Agony-Giving both on the ball. Things were not as bad today. Up to now, I’m been free of any serious shuffles! Naturally, I may regret saying that!.
Just photos
Potatoes in crock-pot.
Whiteboard reminders.
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The dwindling mudslide at the end car park.
Cor, a bit deep coloured this morning?
Aha, the slippers have arrived! But with the bandaging, I can’t get them on. Huh!
More food!
And a bottle for Sister Jane!
Nosh. Now, I don’t want you think that I ate all four of the yummy, naughty jam doughnuts on this tray… But I did! GUILT!
