The busiest day for Inchie, in how many years? A few! I tried to smile way through the ever-increasing mayhem I went through. And was not very successful! This is being done ASAP on Thursday morning, before the arrival of the lift to the hospital. Still not sure if a Carer could be found to go with me yet – short notice given to us. Here we go…
Night pouch dark again. Not a lot, either?
Ablutions, getting short of the Terbinafine cream. Only two cuts shaving. Porcelain Throne messy again. Someone (Not me) had flushed the WC. More trips to fetch water Back-Pain Brenda complaining. Yet another intermittent ailment now. Short sharp stabbing pains under my left nipple in the ribs? Ah, well!
Got the paperwork ready to be sorted, saved or Shredded. Made a brew, and it went cold. Computer on and… Back on in ten-minutes then… five later… Fifteen minutes later, after resetting the box, it went back on. Gave up!
Cleaned the hallway and sorted the waste bags.
Virgin is back on! Computing again… for an hour or so… Turned it off, as a Carer arrived to help me sort put my paperwork. This took us ages and yonks. No chance to get blogging again.
Carer Kara came to assist me with medicationalisationing and planning for the upcoming trip to the hospital. ♥ And arrange a visit to the bank re statements and my problems with the account.
During this we tried to find out if there was a cash machine in the City Hospital I could use, to make sure I had enough money with me to pay for the hospital & next week’s Bank meeting lift. I looked it up on the computer again and found this below.
Then… Turned off the computer. I’ll try to get up early and get on with this blog sorted out… Humph! Cause Liberty-Global Virgin Media is going down tomorrow for several hours. (As it hadn’t been already!)
Can’t recall the other things that happened..
Did find this photo of the meal mind you. I enjoyed it, I think.
And found this in the paperwork we were sorting out. Lot’s left to do on this, yet.
I wonder how many of these crimes were committed by Parole Board Wankers freeing them early? Just a thought.
TTFN must dash to final prepping for the hospital. That is if they can find someone to go with me? Or (As they said at the hospital) no cataracts will be done without a Carer attending with me. And I’ll go back to the start of the waiting list. Please, No!
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What a Busy Mind-Testing Day! It is now Friday morning. Been up for two hours, and only just started this blog – and there is a lot to relate. Sorry, it going to be cut short – another busy day Friday, methinks, with Social Services and Jillie might be calling. Such a load of info: I can’t guarantee this is in the correct chronological order. Better get started… – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
The overnight dark-coloured urine bag was removed.
Legs & feet not looking too bad at all!
Within minutes a summoning from the innards to visit the . So, I did! A closer check on the limbs. A smidge more blown, but not a lot… Hard work passing, yet messy when it evacuated? The usual agony and misery of fetching buckets of water from the kitchenette sink to refill the not-working W.C. water tank. I reckon it’s been about two months out of action. And the last letter from the NCH Maintenance told me they were coming on 17th July. So if I’ve got it right, that means a 16-week wait; But more importantly, 16 weeks of agony, carrying four buckets of water every time I go for a dump! They must be busy. Thank Heavens for the Carers! They give the back a good rub with the Phorpain Gel, sometimes needing three applications, but always first and last thing at night. Having this done regularly, I do believe it’s helped ease the pain a lot. Thank You!
Took a snap of the morning view. Made a brew, but for some reason, it tasted horrible? So. back to the bottled water for me.
Arrived. And rang the TSB for me. It took the gal ages to get through, options recorded messages etc. I could not hear, but had to speak to the man we got… relied on Kara to translate – the man asked a question, I said ‘Yes’ Not recognised, I said suit again and nothing… moments later we were cut off! Kara rang back and spoke, rang off and told me they ‘Cannot send me statements through the post unless I ring and request one? Not only do the Spanish Oligarchies who own TSB close all their branches; they are becoming as friendly and helpful as Putin!. Remember the Spanish Oligarch’s lying adverts?
TSB announced the closure of a further 85 branches!
The closures will take place between April and June 2022 and will result in the loss of around 150 jobs. There followed 94 more branch closures… Not many left to close now!
Made a mug of Glengettie tea. Only four biscuits were dunked with it! Honestly!
I got onto the computer, a very late start; it’s taken me until Friday to get back on it. A nightmare! YET AGAIN – ONCE MORE – ARRGH!!! What with a bank that has no branches open and a most unhelpful helpline staff who cut you off, and refuse to send you Bank Statements unless you ask every month! The Worlds worst, most vile, incompetent, Oligarch driven Internet, Liberty-Global Virgin going down for the 9th time in three days. Losing work I was in the middle of… Grrr!
So, I started to prep the food for later on. Then, the Asda order arrived… The freezer was full now… The fridge too! I thought I’d done it again, ordered something in error when I found two bottles of Strawberry Milk-Shake. But in the morning, pointed out the ‘Free Sample ticket on them. The highlights of this order were... getting the pink soda water (My favourite) on this delivery, at last. And also some Caramelised Cookies (My favourites) No rush to get things stored, as $26 million a year with guaranteed bonuses and an open expense account Mr Fries, one of the Liberty-Global Virgin Media top-dogs internet service, was still not working. I bet he’s worried about this? Embarrassed, maybe too?
I went through the on-off routine with the usual, regular, sickening, overcharging incapable Liberty-Global Virgin Media problem. No Luck! So disconnected the hub, gave it a minute or two and reset it. No Luck! Repeated the resetting, and (it must have been a mistake on the part of Liberty-Global Virgin Media… but it came back on. However… I’d lost all the CorelDraw graphics I’d imported and doctored… plus I had to resave the work in another file name. I’m not sure who is the biggest toss-pot of a company. or It’s a close-run thing, you know. But the smoke & mirrors Liberty-Global Virgin deserve to be the top-wankers for their repeated failure and then sending me this email, to really confuse me and earn my utter hatred. Sorry about putting this on again, but it baffles and scares me!
If the Life-Line is going through a hub that keeps going down, they could kill me! I don’t mind snuffing it. That’s all part of life; I hate to think that they will get away with it, should I have another stroke or heart attack and cannot get help, and I clock out. Which can’t be avoided. But, if anyone in the legal trade would make a note of this, and I could get some compensation… well, not me, I’ll be at St Peter’s gate arguing with him about my life struggles. Please note that a percentage of any dosh you get, please send to the RSPCA and Mental Health UK. Thanks. Oh, and some for the staff at Winwood Court. Cheers again! You can keep the rest for yourself.
I got a call from Social Services, regarding the meeting I had at the Coppice Mental Health Hospital yesterday, Brain Scan results, MCI & Dementia. Things I must have told them about. Not a good line for my hearing, I’m afraid. Also, I got a little confused during the conversation. No idea what, if anything, was decided about. But nice that they are listening, and reacting.
I did an order for next week from Iceland. Blogging again.
A couple of photos were taken prepping the nosh.
Looking good now… PAREIDOLIAING Can you see any features, faces or animals in the clouds?
Finally, I got around to making & eating the meal! Boy, did I enjoy this one? Taste-Rating 9/10!
I even remembered watching a ‘Heartbeat’ episode… Without falling asleep when the adverts came on!
The evening Carer Called, got the night bag attached tothen the lad put some on my lower back for me. Certainly helps this regular gelling.
The nearest thing to a sunset was missed as I fell asleep. But I got up and took these after-shots.
Now, when I want to sleep – I couldn’t! Yet the lasted for less than usual. Replaced with fuddle-minded worrying of a vague nature. No panicking. Just an uncomfortable sense of losing control.
“I can’t pay the bill, so I’m in the dark & cold!”
“Your bills are beyond my threshold….”
With debts, I am now being circumvolved
“Disabled, blind, deaf, and 77 years old”
Can we not settle this… get it resolved?”
“My bank balance is all but dissolved!”
But he had me in a virtual choke hold… He said: “We suffer too, being short-handed.
Is that the word, or have I gerunded?
Oh, splendid; now I’m told I’m being trolled!
I apologised, but he wouldn’t be consoled…
We proletariats are getting frampold!
Seems we are both suffering & confounded?
In a month or so. I’ll be entirely defunded!
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05:40hrs: I stirred back into my usual moroseness. Spent a minute of two identifying what day it was. Not that it mattered much, anyway. Then I took off the night pouch. Not much in it?.. But the colour was a fairish 4 on the NHS colour chart. Emptied it, put it in the appropriate bag, then into the waste bag after sealing it. As I got the kettle on, the need for the arose. The sight and star of my delicate area, Little Inchie, of course, made me jump a little bit when I first saw the blood. Or rather, the location that had altered to what would be considered… ‘Normal’. Even for me! A was nearly issued. Haha! Confused, I certainly was. The multi-aged, dried blood at the bottom of this taken-off pair of Ten pants was far less bloody than usual. But the fresh blood is not there as a norm? Top left, these are the concern. These came out of the bum area, I’m sure. I had a grope and feel around using paper towels but found no lesions. Then very gently prodded the site to see if I could find papules, boil or whatever that may have leaked. But, no!
This session was like passing heavy, chocolate-covered ball bearings… eventually!
was in another foul mood about carrying the buckets of water from the kitchen to the wet room… yet once again! I dressed… well, I put a dressing gown on. Sorted the waste bags out and placed them near the front door. Haha! I thought that was the best idea because I don’t have a back door in the flat. If you see what I mean.
Made a brew, & took a photograph of the rising sun from behind the flats… the sun was rising, not the apartments. I think…
Then off to the computer, determined to do a better, quicker job today, and crossed my fingers that Liberty-Globals oligarch, the £26m salaried with guaranteed bonuses boss, who bought out and ruined Virgin Media, would see if he can go a day without losing the signal. (Fat chance of that, but still!). Love his latest load-of-crap advertisement, above. You’ve got to praise Mr Fries; he’s consistent in his failings and still getting paid a fortune for his inabilities. Pure jealousy on my behalf, of course. I’d barely started when the inevitable happened.
Carer Samantha arrived. Got me sorted and had a mini-natter. Tried the internet, but it is still not back on yet.
I strongly suspect I may have . Cause I woke up as the door chime rang four hours later. Oblivious to what time it was, where I was, or even if I was… Hahaha!
Aha, Liberty-Global Virgin Media working again. I got the BP graphic done and made one for the ode. Then made the ode… Then realised I had not yet finished off yesterday’s Inchie Today. Oh, dearie me! Done it again, gone and lost the signal for the self-praising, oligarchal, figure-manipulating Liberty-Global, owners of Virgin Media, specifically the good looking over-paid boss, Fries, had struck again. So, I toyed with it for a while to make it more comfortable. A mistake that was!
There was still no service from Liberty-Global-owned Virgin Media Internet services. So, I decided that an early meal was a good idea!
Aha, a change in the weather. This photographicalisation came out rather well, I thought. . Got the potatoes in the oven on a high setting. And cut up the imitation pressed bacon and garden peas in the saucepan. Got the electric drill and cut up some of the beetroots. Hehehe! The vegan bacon was brilliant! The potatoes were excellent! The garden peas tasted grand! It might have a 10/10 rating but for the rock-solid, teeth-breaking, tasteless, horrible beetroot! But, still a 9/10 Flavour-Rating!
I came out of it, and I was sat in the c1966 charity shop bought, second-hand, wincingly grotty, beige coloured, not working, crumb-covered from the nocturnal nibblings, itch-making, uncomfortable, virus breeding, easy-to-fall-out-of, recliner.
Unsure of anything, my mind was filled with fear that I may have left the stove heat to tap running. I hastened to the kitchenette… The hot water tap had run cold, but there was no plug in the sink. Phew! Butt here was the oven tray soaking in there. I got them and the pots washed. I sat briefly, feeling somewhat confused and indifferent to everything. Hard to find the words… Most likely something inspired by Doreen’s Dementia.
Chimed out. It was the sweet Angel of Mercy, Nurse Hristina from the Deep Vein Thrombosis and Anticoagulation INR, Clinic; she’d come to take my blood. ♥ That cheered me up!
Sad to see Hristina leave, I put the kettle on and noticed the buttercups coming through in the bottom field near the tree copse. I think.
The evening Carer arrived. As he was preparing the medications, the mobile phone rang. It was the Doctors surgery, with the new dosages of Warfarin for me. I turned to get the mobile that also rang… turned back and got a for my bother, then pulled my foot from under the chair, landing in a heap, but onto the recliner! Dropping the mobile phone. Getting back up, I indicated for the Carer to take the call. He handed me the phone. The receptionist gave me the new dead-easy-to-remember Warfarin doses. 1½ every day until 16th May. Carer Victor wrote the details into the Carer’s folder for me. The stubbing and fall made me feel a little out of it.
I finally got on with Blogging, but I think I’ve got the following photos in order.
Earlier shot of the feet before mangling them. Hehe!.
05:10hrs, I stirred back into ersatz-like life. I was so depressed even I couldn’t realise why? But I was still greeted with an ominously fearful dose of a . It almost physically hurt, not knowing why!
I sat there in the half-light of the morning with an irresistible urge to find the cause of my disparagement & neurasthenia. I can honestly say that I have never. or don’t recall, in all my years, waking up in such a state of mental flux and unbalanced thoughts, but none of them was clear enough to grasp?
I must have argued with and challenged myself, questioning not only my sanity but also momentarily considering the thought that I may have kicked the bucket and was in the Ka stage?
I instantly came out of the odd mood I woke up in. The second I realised what I was thinking.
A rarity ensued, not known in a long time: I laughed out loud at myself, followed by a procession of self-derogatory verbals and then a blessed relief of knowing it didn’t matter why I woke in such a mental mess anyway; I just did But, now it had Cleared! I felt a bit of a clot, to be frank!
The freshly, newly inspired, almost back to normal (not that it is anything to shout about, of course), but with a degree of determination, Inchie set to and tackled removing the attached night bag. Carer Richard later gave it a colour coding of 4 – not so good.
Getting on my feet, I noticed the state of my right ankle. No doubt it will transmogrify later in the day. It tends to do that diurnally recently
I checked that the taps or stove had not been left on, or that the fridge or freezer door was not open.
Then, the were tackled. No fears or concerns about this, though. this was (even if only temporarily), The new Inchie; Brave, bold and brash, heroic… (Oh, never mind that bit.) A heartening start; there was no demand to utilise the toilet yet, so I was well pleased with not having to go through the pain of fetching water… at least yet!
Apart from yet again not cleaning my teeth – I think I must be nervous if the bleeding each time? Chicken! Things went tremendously well this morning! I joke not when I tell you, there was just one cut shaving! Honestly! And that was a tiny one that stopped on its own accord!.
When showered and shaved, I saw that some toe ends were white again. Even weirder, I seem to have what I think was a water papules coming up on top of my left foot?
It’s odd how quickly these can grow… yet seem to almost disappear even quicker?
The Mysteries of the old man in Flat Number 72, Woodthorpe Court. With its hobgoblins, spectres, gnomai, phantasms, ghosts, grotesque succubae, extraterrestrials, ectoplasms, spirits, or the Fata-Morganas, that have been sent to taunt, irritate and terminate my already limited saneness of mind. And the landlord’s habit of leaving me in agony having to fetch at least two buckets of water due to the W.C. tank that’s not refilled for five weeks, and advised me it will be four more weeks before any help arrives. And I’ve just voted for them too! Hehehe!
Got the dressing gown on, and couldn’t manage the slippers, but I’ll ask a Carer if they can help. Of course, I forgot to, so went barefooted for the day! I took this drab photo of the drab morning; as I did, the innards told me to make use of the . So, I did!
ensured it was a concrete-like, bloody and painful event.
Kicked-off on the first bucket of water fetched, and she is still giving me grief! I wish someone would mention this to the Nottingham City Homes Maintenance team. Then again, no! I can put up with it. My being a courageous, heroical, pain-tolerant, brave, steadfast, stouthearted, indefatigable, hale & hearty, full of the joys of spring sort of fit & healthy, sport-loving young man, who has to fight women of and am practically an oligarch, good looking too. Ahem! I think?
The sunshine nearly got out then! A close call.
But the drizzle started again.
I’ll see if there’s been any progress on the rich nearby neighbour’s house that’s being extended.
Nope. Then again, I think I’ve put the wrong picture on here. It vaguely reminds me of one I took earlier in the week? Hard to believe that I could make such a mistake. He says lyingly!
Oh, I forgot, when Carer Richard came earlier, he checked the medications and dates on the foods for me. He told me the chips needed eating by today. He got a can of stew from the fridge and recommended I had them together for my nosh. So, that’s what I’m about to do now.
Back later, or in the morning… I hope…
I’m back; late on Tuesday morning. Catch-Up time…
Carer Jodie called, with Carer Rhamat (I think), to change , adding the night bag to show Rhamat (I think), how to do it. No medications were needed. Wish I had taken some later). A mini-natter, and they took the waste bags with them on leaving.
THE MEAL – A REET TREAT!
Veg stew, with added roasted mini-potatoes. Flavoured with Oxo veg cubes, liquid sea salt and delightfully tangy Przyprawa seasoning. Flavour Rating; 8.2/10. Grrreat!
No sooner had I got settled into the c1968, non-operational, tatty, scruffy, unkempt, uncomfortable, germ-breeding, Harold Haemorrhoid-Testing, sickenly beige-coloured recliner, both the and launched their tormenting excruciation at me. It took hours for things to calm down enough to get some sleep. Why I didn’t get up and take some of the extra painkillers from the drawer, I can’t understand? Maybe I did?
Ah, then again, the last time I got up for something after settling with the attached, I had an and fell over the tubing!.
I was woken by the arrival Carer, and I tested my body for signs of my current favourite ailment attacks. I’d barely moved in the c1966 charity shop bought second-hand, wincingly grotty, beige coloured, not working, crumb-covered from the nocturnal nibblings, itch-making, uncomfortable, virus breeding, easy-to-fall-out-of recliner; the moment I tried to lift a foot off of the chair…
Heavens above! The feet and toes were swollen with liquid. Under the toes, it was agony to stand, let alone hobble anywhere. My balance was all over the shop, too. So I took the medications from the Carer and enjoyed a little natter.
An amazing coloured sky this morning. Not a good light for taking photographs, though.
I did my bestest and tried a couple of times; this is the better of the two.
The was needed as the chap departed. So, I decided to get them done after the battle against the not-working/refilling W.C. water tanks, and hits mornings struggle was one of the worse in the two weeks that the plumbing mechanism was reported to Nottingham City Homes. For sure had returned! Talk about resistance! I had to keep painfully urging things along repeatedly; the worst was when the concrete torpedo was half evacuated, and things stopped moving for a while. Arrgh! I feared something was going to rip open! It must have taken half an hour to get it out, with a thud and splashing water – followed by complete and utter relief! Thank Gawed that the evacuation was out without any injuries; they were the odd specks of blood, but that’s to be expected. The most thing was that were not too painful at all. The first mystery of many today! Having achieved this first mission, the Dangerous one remained, collecting the water to refill the non-working water W.C. tank.
Not easy, especially with carrying the walking stick and the state of the feet and toes. OF course, my E.Q. knew what was… likely to happen, and it did. On the last trip, , along with a flash of ‘s attention at the same time; just as I was going into the wet room. I lost my grip on the bucket but managed to throw it inside the wet room and avoided a mess in the hallway. I decided to get washed and shaved in the wet on the floor, in case I had any more , and save having to clean and dry things twice. An unexpected touch of logic there from the old chap?.
A Work of Art No, that’s not what I mean… FARCICAL-MAYHEM That’s better!
Approx. 08:00hrs; I was going to do the teeth first. But another mystery arose; I just could not find the toothbrush? Had I thrown it in the bin yesterday? Or put it in my dressing gown pocket?
So, now teggie cleaning today! I totally forgot about using the shower and set about, with the aid of Dettol, Carbolic soap, nail brushes, flannels and the picker upperer, to have a stand-up scrubbing down… which was not easy at all. What with the extra-long tube on , trying desperately not to catch and pull the tube, then remembering to dry the pouch again without pulling at it and having a blood flow from poor little Little Inchies, vulnerable . Naturally (almost), I tugged the tube drying behind the pouch, and the blood flowed onto the wet floor. I just carried on. It was a watery mess in there anyway, and I will get it sorted later.
Then, the SHAVING… I bet you expected me to tell you of all the cuts and haemoglobin flowing down, taking a circular route down my bloated belly, and joining the blood flow coming from poor Little Inchies ever most bothersome Fungal Lesion? You’d be right! A dollop of liberally applied Brut aftershave soon stopped the leaks. (Not on Little Inchie, I hasten to mention, I’m not a sadist. Hehe!) Just on the chin, lip and ear lobes – I’m not sure how I cut the ear lobe in the first place. It could have been a micro-shake from , or .
I took some anti- capsules. Then, got the alert wristbands on, not forgetting the wristlet Alert Alarm. Then treated Little Inchies Fungal Lesion with plain cream as best I could. Just plonked it on and then gently winced, and that was that. Did my best to pain gel the awkward to get to try medicating. Rubbed some into the knees. Some of the ointment went on the floor, but plenty of cold water was down there to do no harm. Dried the bum well and applied copious amounts of the dearer than gold weight for weight, Germoloid Ointment. Dearer than the Germoloid Cream but much more soothing. The ear and eye drops were put in; there was a drop or two that actually got into the eyes this time! Hehehe! I got the slightly less painful to wear but very costly new Tena for Men and P.P.s. Rebanded the wristlets. Then, started Cleaning Up The Wet Room. I left at 10:00hrs. That took a long time! Longer than usual… is the cause of this farcicalness!
Ah! , on the server trolley in the wet room, naturally, obviously on one of the toes that had !
The & activities took me, I believe, a good 2hrs-10min, including the and . Oh, and the cleaning up!
The being enlarged, scaffolded house caught my immediate attention. Seeing this work reminded me of the old ‘Auf Wiedersehen’ T.V. series. Especially when the lads are working n it.
The next snap taken was to the right of the kitchen window. Displaying the flats’ balconies and the gravel footpath by the tree copse into Woodthorpe Park.
Sad, really; I used to hobble up there so often in my pre-handicapped days.
I had a moment or two of self-pity to cope with.
But I soon pulled myself out of it, sternly talking to myself. Self-disgust at me self-pitying moments. I was rather proud of that!
Then learnt out of the window as far as I dare, with a good grip on the camera loop, to take a shot of the Winwood Heights car park below Woodthorpe Court, where I dwell in hell. Hehehe! Only joking!
A confirmation call from Deep Vein Thrombosis, Anti-Coagulation Therapy, Warfarin clinic, Haematology Angel Hristina ♥, that she will be calling on me next Tuesday to take a blood sample for analysis & INR Level. Super news!
I started the computer and opened CorelDraw to add the photographs of the day. And found that several snaps had not made it onto the S.D. card… yet again!
I think the right foot was getting thinner, with less fluid content? (But this did not last long. She was soon all bloated & painful.Tsk! The keep trying to come up, but they soon disappear, but never for long? It seems that after the washing etc., in the wet room hours & hours ago, I’d put all the wristlet bands into one wrist for some reason. As I often do, I could not remember the word Dementia; as usual, I glanced at the bands on the left arm… it was not there! You’d be gobsmacked at what I did then… (I was!) I went into the wet room and searched around… no luck; I Tried the kitchen, the same result, so back into the rubbish… I mean, the front room. Then, I glanced at my other wrist as I got on the computer, still not remembering the word. . What a . My brain is !
All of the poor-quality sunset photos and the one of the meal were lost into the ether, never to be seen again! It was only chips and bread with BBQ sauce, but I enjoyed it. Taste-Rating: 6.6/10.
Ah, hang on, though. Did I really take the shot of the nosh? My admittedly unreliable, unpredictable, somewhat retention-lacking memory may just perhaps, possible, could, might be wrong here. As I recall, the late Carer called as I was about to settle to eat the meal – Yes… I may not have taken the snap, but I meant to? Being confused, apart from being an accessible mode to live in, no effort is required. You see, will take care of all that for you!
Would I have all these problems if I was born into an oligarchy?
02:40hrs: I rose full of determination, willpower and commitment to get yesterday’s blog updated and posted puff in record time! CorelDrawing, Photo Recovery, Excel, Word for the Ode, and back to CorelDraw. Posted the blog and finally found time to get the ablutioning done! Oh, better get the Health Checks done first… Two in the green zone again; it’s looking good! Body temperature is still low, though.
I took these three-morning shots from the kitchenette window as I checked for running taps etc.
Got the clobber I needed to change into after the sh… shave & shower. And, off the wet room. This session was possibly, mayhap, could have been, was in the running for, very possibly, conceivably, in all likelihood, mayhap, ostensibly, putatively, very likely, one of the best, easiest, least Accifauxpa and Whoopsiedangleplop affected visits for months! Oh, yes! A delight from start to finish.
The medicationalisationing went well too! I left to get dressed. A ! Then… I cracked my right shoulder against the wet room door frame. Even as began to perform, I merely laughed it off.
By gum, the legs looked so good that I took a photo of them. You never know; the Tate or the Nottingham Art galleries may wish to buy a copy? Hehehe!
06:50hrs now. The Carer is likely to be due soon. I put the mobile, ailment ID’s wristlets, watch, hearing aids batteries and Spare and sunglasses on the Carer’s table. So as not to forget to take them with me. Got the kettle on for a brew of Co-op 99 tea.
Gathered the things needed from the table and then got them in my jacket pockets and the walker-guide basket. Got the items ready for departure.
Then Carried checks. A good job that I’d given myself plenty of time cause they were persistently double-checked. We all know who to thank for this. (Photo on the right!)
I arrived in the ground floor lobby with plenty of time to spare. The ETA given to me by the lady at Easy-Link was for 10:20hrs,
By 1035hrs, it had not arrived.
So, I moved into the outer lobby, which offered me a better view for me while waiting.
Around 10:40hrs, I spotted the mini-bus coming along Citrus Way, and it turned around at the end of the road and stopped to pick me up. I realised then; that we could not get to the Riverside complex in time for the start of the meeting session.
There is always something for and at every Diabetes session that goes wrong! I seem fated with this place! The first meeting was the only one I’d arrived at on time. And since then, the other seven meetings have had hassle! Not in order, but;Late arrivals, Meeting dates were being changed mid-way through. So ensured, I got in a mess with changing the dates and asking Deana to change the bookings with Easy-Link; Meaning I went to one session when it wasn’t on – Missed another altogether – Then they changed the starting time of another meeting, and I ended up stuck in Bulwell for an extra hour & a half because the Easy-Link timing was not changed – Spent a fortune on shopping – Got soaking, sodden wet through, carrier bags, shoes and me dripping wet when the bus arrived – There were events, but I can’t remember them all. Now today’s arrival was going to be late… Guaranteed to be late when we arrived at Basford. Roadworks traffic was at a standstill at the traffic lights. This was not the driver’s fault; even if he had arrived at the flats on time, we’d still have been late. So, when the man dropped me off at the Riverside complex, the meeting lasted for fifteen minutes. I decided to forget about going into the room and disturbing everyone. Having missed so much already, what was the point? Feeling pretty pee’d-off now! I wonder if things will ever go right for me again? Fool! What are you saying!
I decided to walk slowly around Bulwell until it was time to go back for the pick-up. Another near-fatal more for the bank account! Fancy letting me free amongst shops and having the bank card with me? Humph!+. During the hour-and-a-half I was meandering and spending money, I saw no less than four police vehicles arrive in the Bulwell Market area. Three were to collect shop-lifters, the other for a fight taking place between two women on Commercial Road.
That is the road that has closed the Boots store, Cheap food shop, record store, Farmfoods shop, hairdressers, Brighthouse and even a charity outlet! And others as well!
Main Street is heading the same way as Commercial Street.This area too has many closed-down businesses. Sad to this, it used to be a great shopping area, with little things that could not be purchased in the vicinity. Three banks closed. Cash-Savers, Beer-off, hairdressers, Two pubs, a Travel agent, Hardware stores, and Heron food shops, among them. So sad! I spotted a Liberty-Global Virgin Media power unit that had been blocked off Main Street. Somehow, I was not surprised in the least to see this. A little message in there for the boss of Liberty-Global, Mr Fries, who bought Virgin Media and is in the
process of totally destroying its good name, Mr ($23.6m salaried) Fries. The smoke & mirrors, money manipulator, con man, number crunching chap, who I admire so! No wonder the Virgin internet signal is so crap!
Where was I? Oh, yes… I shopped at the B&M store, then went into the Heron shop. Then as I was window shopping, yes, some of them were still trading; I had a massive . When I came back to hear normality, I was in the Bulwell Market area with a bag of birdseed in the walker basket? I took this photo of the spot where I regained the memory (Sort-off). I didn’t actually regain any memory of the lost period as such. For instance, where I got the birdseed from will have to remain a mystery. I made use of the bird food; by going to the River Leen and feeding the ducks and birds.Had a chinwag with them, of course. Which attracted some funny looks from those nearby… I can’t understand why?
I hobbled, slightly confused, back to the Riverside Complex and sat inside the car park entrance to await the Easy-Link pick-up. We were soon back at the flats, and I managed to cheer the same driver up with an offer of the can or bottle of his choice. (A Gin & Lime can chose, a smile produced, and a thank you, in the knowledge that he will enjoy that tonight)
I got into the flat and took pictures of the view from the kitchenette window. Then put the kettle on the boil while I put away the things from the carrier bags and trolley basket.
I was surprisingly feeling so tired, and the confusion of earlier returned? I could have done without that.
I forgot all about the mug of tea brewing in the kitchen. Worryingly, I had yet another . It’s difficult to explain these. I don’t know how I will explain to the doctor on Tuesday. At the moment, I think it best not to say anything about them. Not that I believe she listens anymore, anyway. I was actually in the middle of using the Porcelain Throne duties when I returned from my second mental sojourn of the day. Hahaha!
Most outstandingly, when I went to the kitchen, I found a pan with beans in it, the oven on cooking something that looked like pork slices, and that in itself was a shock; indeed, I would not have bought meat? They must be veggie ones? Also, I found two frozen potatoes in front of the microwave.I genuinely thought I’d lost the plot! This made me more determined not to mention it to the Doctor; she’d never believe me! I’m not sure what I did? How, why, when… What!
The tune played, and Rihanna came in. Nice to see her again; she’s such a pretty young thing. Soon had the medications sorted, and I explained about the new doses and the Pentax medicine-taking to be checked on. I felt this was not going to happen. With so many different Carers, I will forget who I have and haven’t informed. The paper note I left in the Carers folder is nowhere to be seen? We had a little natter, which was as good as medicine is to me. Treat in thanks chosen, and she took the waste bag for me as she left.
I was definitely having visits from Confusion Conrad today. I was not thinking clearly, at all. Yet, not seemingly bothered by the lapses? I felt chirpy, in fact!
I made up the perfectly cooked nosh by adding the spuds to the beans and whatever it was that looked like belly pork but definitely wasn’t tasting like it.
I ate it slowly, occasionally stopping to think what the heck it was that I’d bought. But it tasted grand, all the same. Not the meat substitute, but it was okay for me, just not what I had expected it to taste like. Hehe! I also wondered where I bought it from. Mayhap a search of the kitchen waste bag will reveal a box; to reveal the contents of the packaging of the product I purchased? Lackaday it was not to be. For there was no such box within. There was a white plastic bag in there that was not before? I took a sniff at the inside of it… Aha!That smelt like the vegan burgers I have? Guilt appeased!
I did some safety checks around the flat and hit the sack. Got up, did some safety checks around the flat and hit the sack… I had to get up later for a wee-wee. But I resisted doing any more checks. I got down in the recliner, and am pleased to report, that I . At last!