– – LABOUR ROBDOGS PARTYTIME! – – – – – — – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – He speaks with a forked tongue, indeterminately, He steals from pensioners; he’s a gerontophobee! He shows mordacity, & leads minaciously, Accepts back-handers, anything, credulously, Clothes, glasses, Arsenal tickets for free, He comes across as being rather sleazy… Lies by omission, with great nugacity, He looks like a land-based manatee, Lacking in sympathy and humanity, He’ll cause more voters lachrymosity, He brings out my hatred and lubricity! With his fibs by omission and duplicity… He forecasts that things will go bleakly, He gives an aura of him being peccantly… He answers questions in a roundabout way, evasively, Subject changing, circuitously, obliquely, evasively! His cabinet pep talks are more like an obsequy! His compassion is woeful; he hates commonimity, He can’t hide his conceitedness, ego or vainglory, He failed to declare £16,200 in gifts from Lord Alli, Accepted gifts worth £100,000! Verily! At worst? He stole Winter Fuel cash from Inchie! Who may not need to go on a diet of xerophagy, Heat or eat… is a possibility!
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – What graphics and photos did the computer, CorelDraw, MS Excel, MS Word, Norton, Ccleaner, Shaking Shaun, Shuddering Shoulder Shirley, and Mini-Seizure-Sandra allowed me to save for use on this blog?
In a sort of chronological order. Close up from the kitchen window, trying to get the trees and bushes to see the changing colours.
I copied this one before Joe packed it in – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – As I was fighting off the urge to nod back to sleep, my Doreen Dementia-controlled brain spewed forth memories of a dream I felt that I’d been having at the time. It was nothing like the one the night before, and I think it had just started, for there is not much I can recall. But I felt that clear at the time, so I reached for the notepad and pen to write down what I had gleaned. I really believed I was in the old Control Room at Sawley Security. I was sitting at the control desk, recording a check call from a patrolman. Ray was his name and still is, I assume.
In walked the owner, Dave. He had a grim look on his face, it took him a while to speak, I was concerned for him. Finally, he spoke to me: “Gerry, I’ve got to ask you to do something for me, I’ll pay you well, and set you both up in a decent house, but it will be in Aberdeen. He continued, “But my son (which I’m not sure he had in real life) needs the help more than me. You will have to marry him and move North… the only option is for me to kill him, and then you if you refuse me”. I was speechless in the dream. I was mainly concentrating on how I could avoid being killed. He followed up. He’s gone gay; we’ve never had a shirt-lifter in the family! What do you say? I answered, ‘Alright then, anything to help’… at this moment, I shot awake. It’s not the most thrilling of dreams I appreciate, but I thought I’d just mention it. I’m glad I didn’t have it when working there; it could have made me neurotic. Come think of it, I probably have been mentally emotional and irrational anyway. Hahaha!
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – After musing and writing notes of the dream, and hoping things do go in threes, and remember one in the morning… or maybe not.
When Carer Richard came later on, he confirmed the colour as another 7 on the NHS chart. I had a misleading sensation that Trotskt Terence might be returning. Going by the wind from the rear end and mild gurgling coming from the innards of the Porcelain Throne, I limped. Well, I could not have been more wrong. It was even more painful and slow than yesterday’s visit. The colouring was dark green, bo bits of brown in it this time. The crossword book was attempted, but I didn’t get any answers. The relief when things got freed was boosted because Harold’s Haemorrhoids bled, not a drop, and I could see none in the Torpedo. Which was so big that the system needed three tries before it got through on its way to the sewers. Well, I was in there, the wet room, so decided to do the hygiene routine and medicationings.
The lack of bleeding from Harold was amply made up for with the shaving. I had to shave today because Carer Kara was calling, and she was glad I shaved the moustache off. Sorry that I did now. Two little nicks on the cheeks, one on the chin, two on one ear, and one on the other. I foolishly looked at the four-bladed razor and took a minute bit of flesh from my thumb. That bled more than all the others put together. Haha! I left the bloodied cloth soaking in bleach and tropical-scented softener. Then got the vaccumm out and did the mini-hallway. Made up the four waste bin bags into one. Off to the kitchen, I poddled; I hit my ankle against the trolley wheel. Swore and cursed and back to the wet room and changed into my long-distance spectacles.
Accidentally giving the door frame a mini-shoulder charge.
Then it was onto the blogging; I was well behind form last night. But catching up was hampered by a few high-voltage stings via and some hefty and lengthy bouts from . Neither eased of for ages; this shattered my already limited concentration, thus creating more lost time with the ever-ready corrections, most of which were found to be wrong later anyway. Humph!
turned up to do the midday checks. I love her and like it when she comes – even when she tells me off, Hehe!
She is coming back later to look at my finances.
I managed to get the Tuesday blog finished and sent off. Then Kara returned. Rang SpecSavers to sort out us paying their Bill, it seems that the spectacles will take two to three weeks to get made. They don’t tell you that in the adverts do they? She then changed the Catheter day bag and pouch for me. We had to laugh when she noticed that the right leg below the knee was swollen and to the right of the patella, and the knee had moved to the left?
What next? I told her of the red spring onions, and we had a quick look while she was using the computer for the banking, and found that Morrisons were selling them. So, I said I’d do an order via Amazon with Morrisons for today and get some for her to try. told me that the lifts were down and the fire alarm going again. She said she would not be in tomorrow, but I got them anyway; they will be kept in the fridge for her. Within two hours of Kara leaving, the delivery arrived.
I carried them one at a time into the kitchen and started sorting and photos of the things delivered from Morrison’s. I started with the fresh stuff. I stopped to prep some of the vegetables that needed cooking: potatoes and mushrooms. I tried a slice of each of the spring onions. The red ones were mild but great, and the white ones burned my throat! For the first time, I got the spuds and mushrooms on a slow boil using this pan. There was a fine selection of fresh stuff. I to battle to make room to get it all in the fridge.
I drained the ice bags and got them into a bag and box. I packed them, ready to ask the next Carer to take them to the waste chute for me. Good timing, too; just as I finished doing this, along came . I’d not realised how late it was. Gave him a cold can of his choice from the fridge and some nibbles. Medications were given to me. And he had to shoot off. Taking the box and bags with him to the chute for me. Thank you.
As I tucked yet again into the blogging, the Fire Alarm went off again, this time, the General Alarm, not mine. This was followed by several more persistent leg-climbing shocks.
I took a look at the right leg because the pain from the ulcer shocks seemed to have left the whole knee in pain. It was not looking good this time. I appear to be getting some new yellow bruises all over the leg. I tried to take this photo clear enough for you to see that the kneecap has definitely moved inwards. I’ll put some Phorpain on it later. No, I’ll do it now. Well, that hasn’t eased anything. I’ll take an extra Codeine. Gotten Himmel! It’s 19:55hrs!.
Time to get the nosh sorted, then.
Back in the morning. (Presumably) I’m back!
I took this evening shot while I was making the evening meal.
Can you see the animal’s face in it? At least the blotches were hidden amongst the clouds. A Vegan meat pastie, mushrooms, tomatoes, and boiled potatoes with the usual No-Butter butter but no salt tonight rounded off the feast. Fresh raw garden peas and red and white sliced spring onions rounded off the meal. A lemon yoghourt followed.
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And didn’t visit me once! But, as usual, when I moved, this time it was both & giving me grief, and it must have taken me five minutes to get to the wet room. More on that later.
The absolute worst thing to affect me was in the late afternoon, & launched an attack that I ended up surrendering to and gave up trying to do this blog. Defeated!
With the coughing and downfall of skin when the forehead. , I’m surprised I have any skin left on my head; it was falling off all day. Later I rang Sister Jane, and she and hubby Pete were not in good health at all. Jane’s cough sounded terrible. I’m worried about her now. As I moved to get the B17 tablets that Jane had told me had arsenic in them and told me not to use them, to read the label – I went down on one knee. Suddenly, I dropped the landline telephone. , I took a tumble when gave way. I grappled my way back up on my feet to get to the landline; poor Jane was coughing away something wicked. So many people seem to have this ‘Lurgie’ thing this week. Several Carers, the nurse, the electrician… oh, and me. I hope it’s not another form of Covid, and HMG wants to keep it quiet, with the election coming up?
Much later, I tried again to get some blogging done. Well, I did a bit, but it was error-ridden and amazingly hard work, trying to keep a clear head on the task.
Passed well, not a bad colour.
Concrete, mush, torpedo, gooey, nothing moved, wet and watery, squirty… Never the same twice in a row! You watch it now I’ve said that. Hehe!
Kitchen view.
Back to the wet room. Not for the again, but to clean up Little Inchies bleeding, I caught the catheter tube closing the window. Talk about hurt! Cleaned it up and medicated things
On leaving the wet room, I saw the moon high in the sky. I thought this is worth photographicalisationing. But could I get a decent shot? No! This is getting bad now. This time, as I was trying to get a decent shot, a , not only that but joined in as well. Then, after taking the sad pictures and closing the window… , I knocked the knife block off of the window ledge. The tip end of the cheese knife broke off when it hit the floor.
Naturally, these incidents didn’t phase or bother me in the slightest. I just laughed them off.
I made a brew of Glengettie and got the computer on to work on this blog. A new Caregiver arrived and Medicated me, put the diabetic soaks on for me, and had a little natter. What about escapes me now. Tsk!
I computed for it appears, for five hours, according to the clock, but not according to the work and progress not done on the blog. I may have suffered a or maybe , but I recall nothing of this time whatsoever. The rot had set in.
called, and I bluffed my way through. I think, in fact, I did not stop talking to the poor gal. It would help if I could remember what she was talking about. I think I may have, possibly, conceivably mentioned the Lurgy because Joanne sounded like she had a sore throat… or did she?
I did continue on the blog, but it was a bit farcical. I’ll have to get u[ early in the morning so I can get a shave and shower before the Carer arrives, then get back on this Inchy blog. I’d taken some photos… I know this cause I found them on the SD card. What amazing views. Gorgeous. Oh, how I’d love to recall the pleasure of taking them.
These two below, I took later. I do recall taking these.
I won’t make a meal yet cause it’s close to the last Carer calling time. I’m a different being compared to the one I was hours ago. Struggling a bit here!
But I’m so glad I got the graphics and ode done early on.
Best nosh in a long time.
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– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – It is Monday, and I’ve just returned from the diabetic meeting in Riverside Bulwell. I finished early, so I spent more money on food as I called in three shops, fed the birds on the river Leen, got soaking wet, and am about to start this blog for Sunday… When, if I’ll ever gear Mondays done, I don’t know. It’s a quickie for me.
Ode hue to some photos today?
Yellow creeping into the waste bags made up?
Topped up the treats box on the carer’s table. At least the colour came out right this time.
Morning kitchen view. I don’t know how I took two? But this blue hue was true!
Planned on beans & bacon. Trimmed of excess fat, and cut the bacon into little chunks. Put them on a tray… And into the fridge for later.
The sparse notes I’d written on the pad and could read told me that called, followed by many lines of indecipherable claptrap. Huh! More meaningly scrawling, and many hours simply lost altogether, until Carer Richard arrived. He checked the medications drawer… then, I found ‘scqottied’ that I’d written that I spotted. No idea?
Evening shots. As night fell.
Managed another mystery photo. It may be me in the reflection of the balcony windows? Humph!
I think I added some tomato passata and chunky veg sauce to it? Can’t give a score or recall eating it, even after seeing this picture. I ate a lot of bread with it, I think? Hehehe!
Vaguely recall Richard, I think, doing the last call. No ankle or leg strappings were on when I woke up the next day. But then again, it makes sense that I must have asked him not to put them on, knowing that I intended to get up early and get the ablutions and day clothes on for the Clinic Visit. – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – ALL THE BESTEST
IN ODE I’m no longer educatable!
Incapable of anything analytical,
Even owt logical or rational,.
Or mentally conceptual…
Reality seems more notional?
My brain’s going into neutral…
Not identifying needs so crucial or integral,
Simple daily tasks, normally classed as menial…
Making a brew and falling over was stressful,
Even my cookies, I thought, were untasteful,
At one stage, my odeing was unpoetical,
I was sinking into being pathetical,
Had a problem that was urinogenital…
That corrected itself unexpectedly, but wonderful!
I’m feeling better; a smile brewing was detectable!…
No cause nor reason to my being suddenly zestful…
But I lost the day, through feeling mournful,
A massive Memory Blank made me uncomfortable,
I’m back, belatedly, things seeming extirpable…
Don’t know what brought on this antidotal,
I’m content again, accepting being docile, Now aware I’m incognisable and coercible, Being free of the mind-devil’s grip is incredible! But the memory of this torture is indelible… Hours lost, but they now seem ephemeral… Always the chance of another mental embrangle, I tried to scribe this ode aesthetical… Whatever caused my blanks is a mystery, As I type this, I feel some affability… I’m returning to acting precociously, You may find some inorthography…
So this late started diary… Of detail, there’ll be a scarcity… My brain & body are still not agathokakological!
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Not much nocturnal drainage?
Another poor morning shot… Oh, dear, another one!
Not much rain today.
And an instant, as usual, unexpected, another caught me out as I went into the kitchenette. The stack of medical drawers was knocked over with some aplomb… Everything got mixed up, and I had a devil job sorting out what should go back into which drawer! All the bending down and getting back up certainly remained in the memory box. I had to take some Codeines afterwards. But I did find an in-date loaded hypo of Enoxaparin. Good! Then, I spontaneously decided to check through the nurses’ and carers’ medications. Imbecilically, I then checked under the table and the spare room… I got myself confused somewhat. And abandoned my medicational investigations.
THEN THE BIG MEMORY BLANK TIME! Erm, err…
Found myself taking some evening shots from the open kitchenette window. Best sunset for a good while tonight.
FOOD! Baked curried beans and soy mini sausages (all gone now, sadly). Tomato passata added, with the regulation Milk Roll sliced bread. I think I enjoyed it... well, it looked decent enough in this photo. Because another mini visit, stifled my recalling from her on, until the last caller visited and woke me up. No idea who it was. It was morning before the grey-cells pretended to be working again. I think my perceptiveness today must have been on holiday or AWOL.
Today, and were in harmony and became the main ailment aggressors for the day. For the second day. My mind was tormented like never before, and I thought Thursday was bad for concentration… today dwarfed the effects suffered yesterday. I was, well, still am, in another world almost. At least I can bring myself to talk about it this morning. So, hopefully, the shoddiness of vagueness will ease a little bit today. But then again. If I can get through to next Thursday, I’ll remember to explain the out-of-it sensations I’m going through now. That is, of course, if they ever end before I arrive at the Dementia meeting with the Doctor, I anticipate after the travelling (the lift has not been confirmed yet), so it may need bus and tram travelling to get each way, I’ll not be in a good state of mind or body, and forget everything I needed to remember to ask and inform of the medics. A fantastically gigantically long Memory-Blank today, along with a few short ones. I can’t recall many carers’ visits, yet odd details and incidents are as clear as water. Most are foggy or absent altogether. I can’t recollect writing today’s ode, but reading it here baffled me a bit at first. Sorry again for the littleness of details.
Dark.
The blanks came on. I came out of it with me having peeled, and I am now cutting up some potatoes to go in the oven later for the meal. Then, I realised it needed doing now when I looked at my watch. So, I got them oiled and into the saucepan. Served up and ate the off meal. I enjoyed it, I reckon, but not when I realised all the lost to-memory time.
At least the TV was working.
Talk about losing it. I made another meal! I did enjoy this one.
Considered getting the quilt and pillows on the bed tonight. Of course, of the Porcelain Throne and forgot all about doing it.
Another blank.
Got this in. Sand bucket handle on the bottom, when as we all remember, it should be on the top – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
Much improved colour now I’ve got some of the nocturnal Catheter pouches to use!
The carer took this shot of the leg when changing the straps & long diabetic socks.
The leg and ankle straps are laid out and ready to be used tonight. Must get the laundry done, and the waste bags have not been taken & I keep forgetting to ask the Carers to take both for me. Tsk!
The first-morning view photo.
Two hours later, a little misty.
Another hour and a change again. End car park view.
Computer on, blogging started.
Late morning through the balcony.
Amazing clouds.
It was a late try from the sun to get through the clouds.
Early evening cloud views. Wonderful!
Late evening clouds.
OUT OF IT MIND BLANK Unbelievable! I lost about five hours of memory! When I rebooted the memory, I recall going into the kitchen tosee what to have for tonight’s nosh. And vaguely of the Carer Calling. Carer Chloe, I think.However, I’d done a lot of artwork on CorelDraw in preparation for tomorrow’s blog, and many templates had been made. Cannot recall doing any of them, but they are all on file on the Admin page of WordPress?
I looked at one, and it had errors that even I should have spotted when creating it – naturally, I’d made the same mistake on all of them! Grrr!
I think I did an Asda order for next Tuesday… I’d better check. Yep!
It’s not the Worst Day of the year, but one of my oddest!
