After doing the tests, I put them in the Excel graph thingummy; Then, I got this unnecessary brainwave to alter the layout to include the day. I really should have known I was going to make a right mess of it! It’s so long since I did any serious work on Excel; remembering how to do this and that, was like starting afresh again! It took me over two hours to get the thing done, and then I still need to titivate it some more to get it how I wanted it. Note to self: If it works, leave it alone!
Inchie Wakes up. Singing out loud, 🎼”Oh, What a Beautiful Morning…”🎼. Then leaping up to do a few hundred toe-touches and press-ups. He spent a minute or two shadowboxing, and then he drank a glass of carrot juice & balsamic vinegar. He rang the Prime Minister on his red phone, offering some suggestions and advice. Wrote a 44-verse concerto for the violin, and took his Energy Pills… Back to reality…
05:20hrs: As I woke, reluctantly, the pleasure of no pains coming from, , , or . : Of course, within seconds, it changed. My foot slipped off of the chair it was lying on, and the following clunk on the floor started the wound bleeding and gave me a spot of pain. Naturally, I just laughed it off…
By the time I’d struggled up to catch my balance and had grabbed my , I’d knocked the bottles off of the ottoman, and . The day continued in a similar fashion, I fear.
The cruel & deliberately intentionally incompetent owned & destroyed for ulterior reasons, which are all in the name of number-crunching by designs in increasing their ranking in the World List at the top of the ; Continued in their regular, sod-the-customers fashion and went down many times during the day again. Master-Frustrationalists are .
: I managed to take the photo of the night bag upside down. Of course, it could happen to anyone. Like forgetting to put the SD card back in the camera, and getting ready to take a shot and finding out then! I think this may be why all my photographs disappeared into the ether? The leg wound on the ulcer was still stinging, but that was because the leg had dropped off of the chair. It could happen to anyone, though! Mmm! I took a look at the left leg’s multitude of sort of . They were losing some water, but at least it was not gunging this time. Just water looking fluid. On one of Liberty-Global, Virgin Media blackouts that lasted longer than usual – never thought I’d have to say that… . I sorted some bins out, and doing the carers desk one (above) affected the right hand & arm. Resulting in a mess that needed cleaning up in the picture. During this, I gave myself another pained. And, this time. just to make it even more harrowing; right on the
Early morning view from the kitchenette window. As you look at this snap of hidden-drug-growing attics in the houses, the sun breaks through from the rear left. In the afternoon, as a few drops of rain fell, and the clouds took command of the view – darkness came over Sherwood. Minutes late the sunshine was back and the clouds all cleared! I did take a snap of this… but as part of the mysteries of Woodthorpe Court, with the hobgoblins, spectres, gnomai, phantasms, grotesque succubae, Whoopsiedangleplops, ailments, extraterrestrials, ectoplasms, spirits, Accifauxpas, rent increases, food price hikes, and the Fata Morganas, that have been sent to taunt, irritate and terminate my already limited saneness of mind? Just thought I’d mention it!. Between the failures of $26 million salaried Mr Fries’s inability to run an internet service that works, he still buys up all, or invests in so many other internet companies, Worldwide? Proving to me, that obviously, they’re intent on becoming the leading financial leaders, the richest, the superior oligarchy company ever. With ulterior motives naturally; confused me at first why they are destroying previously reliable companies after buying them up for billions of dollars? Their answers to your problems are usually to try to sell you another package, but never explain how to get your old one working with a modicum of success, let alone properly. For some poor sod like me, all I get is email addresses and telephone numbers to call to get advice on your problems. They have been informers of my ailment preventing my carrying out these puzzling confusing loads of tosh; &. Again, while I have the time; while waiting for the internet to come back on, I just thought I’d mention it!
Pareidolian’s Delights!
I can find a chicken’s head, a snake’s head, and a frog or toad in these amazing afternoon shots – well the one above! . Two more heads in this one, or are they airliner cabins? .. Amazing formations! . A wider shot: It seems to change the more I look at this one. Mind you with the combination of Gladys Glaucoma, Saccades, Protanopia Paul and the aborted Cataract Katie operation, I may be seeing things that no one else can… or can’t see things that everyone else can?
It’s getting late now. The ailments witching hour has started. The leg ulcer is getting tender again and inflamed a smidge. The right foot is swelling up. And my poor little Inchies is bleeding a bit. The weariness is coming on, too. So, I went off the computer and made myself a meal.
Opened a can of five-bean soup with some added tomatoes, I added just a little borscht and vinegar. Roast potato cubes.. a lot of them. And three ready-sliced wholemeal cobs to go with it. No dessert this time, I forgot! Bootiful! It tasted grand. A taste rating of 7.9/10 was given. I fell asleep in the recliner as I was trying to watch a Heartbeat episode. Nothing new there then!
As for what took place afterwards… Your guess is as good as mine! Hehehe!
I had a dream, well, a nightmare. Just thought I’d mention it!
04:30hrs: I dragged my ailment-ridden, Neurotransmitter-Failing body from the comfort… well, okay, skip that bit… from the depths of my nocturnal-protector, the c1968, non-operational, tatty, scruffy, unkempt, uncomfortable, germ-breeding, Harold Haemorrhoid-Testing, sickenly beige-coloured recliner. Removed the night bag with some difficulty, from my . The colouring, using the NHS chart guide, was number five. I’ve had it a lot worse.
I didn’t enjoy my morning visit to the wet room, particularly the visit. had withdrawn from his battle for control of my evacuation’s constitution with … Who celebrated by offering torpedoes that disintegrated as they shot out of the rear end and splattered into the bowl and water, distributing a messy, sickeningly-clingy, foul-ponging, puke-producing aroma.And to think that I was in there two days ago for over an hour, desperately trying to encourage the cement-like, clunking against the porcelain, torpedoes that eventually, painfully escaped. Yet both modes produced some bleeding from ?
The morning Carer arrived, and I had a look at the leg wounds suggesting I get to the hospital with them. I explained, well, I can’t get to the hospital without the legs. Haha! Brought a smile and laugh that did!
Tea and bikkies time… and why is this so? Yes, the World Wide loose money manipulators, struck again! While their facade, overlay, giving an aimed at the money-markets, veneer of professionalism, respectability, integrity and probity. They have bought up or invested in hundreds of internet and mobile phone companies… But why? They have no idea how to run them? Or treat customers? As I have mentioned before, this oligarchal smoke & mirrors , has to have an ulterior motive for spending billions of dollars to buy out, or invest in just about every other national competitor there is? To such a point, that their crap service is of no bother to them at all. Anyone (customer) leaving Virgin Media will have to go with another company that is almost guaranteed to be owned or part owned by !Hello, it’s come back online! It went off I’d guess, I didn’t keep a record of it today, about eleven times minimum, as I know of. I did keep a record of each time they caused me to lose work and had to do it again, and that was eleven. Pure jealously you see: about Fires F’ing things up for me and getting paid a $26 million salary, a guaranteed bonus in shares, and an open-ended expense account. And here they are, cocking my life and love (blogging) up… with me in trouble with the bank account, that is a little short of Fries and the other oligarchs, without a doubt. But I don’t mind really… well, I do mind, but it’ll only add to the extreme pleasure they get for fiddling with honest people, overcharging for a shockingly inept internet connection, growing ever-more better off… I wish it was me doing it! Why? I’m not sure…
On the seventh failure of the profit-addicted oligarchs from . I then sorted out the laundry bag. It didn’t take me long. Then did some preparations for an early meal, later. came back online… it does that sometimes. I opened the email and was so appreciative to find that carer who took photos of the wounded legs for me, had sent them to me; bless her cotton socks, that was so kind of her. Think it was Saturday when she took them.
The top one was where the bottle of soda water I dropped had hit the leg ulcer on its way down, before hitting the ingrowing toenail on the left foot.
The second one down, was of the same area, from another angle.
She’s a natural when it comes to photographicalisationing, is she not? No messing she took them on her mobile phone within a minute I think, every one of them is a work of art… Which gives an idea, I wonder if the Tate Gallery might be interested in buying them? Hehehe!
An interesting one next down. It is the largest one of all the . Today, a sort of gel was creeping out, instead of the usual thin liquid? Looks like I’ve got hundreds of tiny tattoos?
It was on the inner ankle of the left foot.
The gal then took two quick snaps of the new underneath-the-skin blood patches that had developed overnight.
They are very pretty; shame about them being painful, though. Then the new growths around the toes. The centre three toes were still warped shape, and varied between blue and brown colouring?
I took some further pictures of how the leg ailments were looking now. They are not as good as Joannes, but still, they do show some changes; for the better, I think.
Naturally, they were still painful, especially if I catch them against anything, but I took extra care.
The puss that was coming out of the , had reduced greatly. And appeared to be less thick than yesterday, too. In the early evening, the skies offered me an amazing few minutes of joy, an absolute . Each one of the pictures I took! Can you see anything in this first one on the right? I’d love to know what I see is actually in there?
The second, on the left here, was more a sheer delight than anything, just to view it. Marvellous Nature!
Since moving into the high-rise flats, things have not all been good, but the views… can be magnificent. I got the nosh started. The sky changed completely within ten minutes, and the sun; which was on its way down – burst through as the clouds broke up. A bean meal, two minutes in the microwave or five on the hob. Which I chose, so I could stir in some Borscht. That’s why they appear so red. A dollop of BBQ sauce was added; three wholemeal rolls were made into chip sarnies and dunked into the sauce. Grrreat! Flavour-Rating: 8.8/10!
The sky and weather had changed by the time I went to get the pots washed!
I took this bad photograph
quickly, as rang out as the last Carer arrived. It was Richard; not seen him for a while. He said I should see the doctor about the legs and feet. I explained that Kara had rang the doctor, who said if it get worse, go to the Treatment Centre. We had a little natter, and off he went saying he’ll be back in the morning Toucn of the Clint Eastwoods there, Hahaha! Oh, no, that was Arnie, wasn’t it?
I shall now retire Not from work I that 28 years ago! But to my second-hand, £300, charity shop bought, crumb-retaining, microorganism-microbe producing, gungy, moth-eaten, beige-coloured, non-working, bacillus encouraging, incommodious, Haemorrhoid Harold testing, c1968 recliner. In search of sleep.
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – HMG– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – There’s a lot that life has been launching at me lately. Medically, financially, and socially, guilt, & self-hatred, which is undoubtedly one of the worst, along with the unwarranted depression and hatred of my ailments.But the Master-Pisser-Offerer, without question, is: My recently acquired inability to absorb facts, figures, numbers, dates, and names and my chronically-bad memory are worsened by oligarchs & the company they bought and destroyed; for some obviously underhand ulterior motive, ‘s constant, every day several times going offline, is the killer! I already struggle to see what I’m doing and writing with, , and , naturally& Don’t help me either. I’ve got to get this out of my system, even if s, Mr Fries, the $26 million salaried boss, sues me. I’ve not got enough money to live on, so it will mean prison for me… which could mean me getting the medical attention I need quicker? No ridiculously increased heating and lighting bills, cost of food price rises, rent going up, insurance going up… He might be doing me a favour by suing me for telling what I believe to be the truth. I really love doing this rubbish of a blog. But it’s getting harder and harder. Losing work on it diurnally, when Liberty-Global repeatedly, fail to maintain even an imitation of the good service. I’ve only just started writing this Thursday’s blog at 15:00hrs on Friday. And as for getting Fridays done… well… (I’ve been out to see the Bank Manager! I know!) Carer Kara went with me and took control, bless her cotton socks. A treasure she is, I’d be lost without her help. (She’s still not keen on adopting me as a grandfather, though… I don’t blame her! Hehehe!) I’ll tell you about it in the next blog.I hope. – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
Just look at this above… One High Norm, and three Hyper One Lows. Considering my life is a mess at the moment, I’m well pleased with these returns!
The attached night pouch was darker than of late. But only just inside the ‘Drink More Fluid’ area of the NHS scorecard by a little.
The regulation need of the arose, so off to the wet room, using two sticks this time. I’m a smidge worried in case the left leg collapses again. But it didn’t… had I just taken , or mayhap alone, I can’t help but feel the leg would have gone on me again. Hehehe!
My heart warmed when I got inside the wet room, and noticed I’d scrubbed of the “Do Not Flush” I’d written on W.C. the water tank. Tickled pink at knowing the tank would refill without me having to lug all the water from the kitchen to get it refilled. Thanks to Deana for ringing the maintenance for me about it. The right leg where I dropped the soda bottle on my ankle and toe, was still tender, but not as bad as I thought it might be. (It got a lot worse with doing all the walking on Friday, to get to the bank, and sort it out tomorrow!)The red marks under both arms had returned, but I had some of the ointment left that I used up. The usual procedure of was performed, without any further .
Another Blue-Hue to the morning’s view!
Tea & bikkies time, then got the computer going… Please do not let Mr Fries, from know about this, cause I know he’ll be worried sick about the company he spent s $23 billion to buy, not working, and will feel so depressed and ashamed. Huh! . Money-Mad Twerp! (Jealousy, methinks? Hahaha!) Yes, it’s only my jealousy, you know! Haha! I lost couldn’t of the time it went down. Certainly the most by far from in any one day. They outshone their own usual incapabilities today.
I knuckled down to the regular pattern for hours and hours then.
❶ Starting with creating some artwork or blog input… ❷ Going down... ❸ Washing pots, eye drops in, Medicationalisations, second eye drops in, going to get another bottle of spring water, taking photos of the sky from the kitchen window, in any order… ❹ – coming back on… ❺ Trying to remember where I was and what I’d done – to enable me to redo the world lost because it couldn’t be saved due to – going down. Repeat, Repeat, Repeat, Repeat! Repeat, Repeat!…
Here are the sky photographs from the day
I was so frustrated, more than s Fries will ever be. But of course, nothing must come between the oligarch’s desperate addiction to profit, even if only on paper.
Carer Chris arrived for the next to last call of the day. I was sat in the £300, second-hand, musty, Haemorrhoid Harold Testing, cringingly beige, crumb-covered, not-working, rickety recliner, where I’d fallen asleep. Through mental fatigue, frustration, and fighting off my hatred for the uninterested . Until rang out, and Chris entered. He was kind enough to tend to me without my getting up from the £300, second-hand, c1968, charity shop-bought, eyesore-horrendously grungy coloured, Harold Haemorrhoid-testing, easily-fallout-able from, unfit-for-use, not working, recliner. He did the eye drops first, then the medications, and then the second drops. Kind of him; I think he understood how done-in I was.
THE DREAM!
I reckon I nodding-off again within seconds of the lad leaving.
Into a marvellous dream that I did not want to leave. It made me want to cry on my sleeve… Nothing happened to make me sad or grieve… Suzanne my first love, came into view… I shan’t say what we got up to! ♥
The door chimes chimed out. It was Carer Chris on the last call of the day. Again, the lad let me stay in the recliner while medicating and eye-dropping me.
Getting back to sleep was not so easy this time. The concerns about the visit to the bank in the morning, and getting things ready, harrassed my tormented mind. The bliss of sleep was just about to return. The eyelids were drooping, the mind going blank. Then I suddenly realised I’d not had a meal! So I got up and made one, a feast really!
I burst into life with a jolt, inane muttering coming from my mouth; I must have been in the middle of a dream? I detached the night bag from . Decent-coloured urine this morning. The need to use the arose, and so did I from 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, caught my balance, grabbed , and off to the wet room. The evacuation session was completely different this time. in complete charge. Messy!
A stand-up job. Bleeding aplenty from various departments during the washing-up, of my magnificent, muscular, firm, women-attracting body. Where from? I’ll tell yers: Teeth and gums, nose, chin, neck, head and of course the regulars, , and poor old . Oh, naturally from the inserted tube. The took me half as long again as the flipping wash & brush-up did. Ten minutes on the computer, and… And, these oligarchs, heroic internet blockers who claim this: “Liberty Global is a world leader in converged broadband, video and mobile communications and an active investor in cutting-edge infrastructure, content and technology ventures” – Financially they may be, but the service is crap!
Within five hours it had been down nine times! (And more followed!) By the end of the day, the smoke & mirrors money fanatics had failed me no less than 22 times! I really must say, My hatred for them grows!
I tried for ages to get a hold of neighbour Josie, to give her some coffees and a pink G&T. I sensed she was in, but it took me six tries… which was something to do each time that $26 million salaried boss Herr Fries led and owned companies internet failed, again and again!
Domestic Denise called. Shocked at the state of my leg. I think she mentioned it to Carer Kara, who called in quickly to check on my leg wound. Creamed it for me. I’m worried about going in the taxi tomorrow to the Bank meeting, it is painful, and my wearing trousers are bound to hurt more. Poor thing, Hehe!
Laundry returned.
Something else to do while the Liberty-Global internet is down. I made a brew and had two cookies… oh, three!
While a carer was here, ILC (Independent Living Coordinator) Generaloberstess, Ice skating champion, florist and Warden Julie came in. I’m not certain what took place but think it was about ordering a lift with for 21 July for the EENT Hospital. Kara spoke but, I didn’t catch it all; bad timing with my old ear wax crackling again.
Back on the computer…
Ad an early meal, just a small one. Sarnies, tomatoes and beetroot. Nice!
Not sure why or when I took this one. From the computer desk through the balcony.
Carer Chris did the last two calls. Asked him not to put the night bag on, I’ll do it, cause going into the kitchen to make a meal with tube and bag to carry along with a walking stick, is too risky in my state. Mind you, there is always the chance of , , or maybe even a kicking off when I bend, so there is no winning either way. Hehe!
Well, fancy that, I’ve not had two meals in a day for a year or so. I good sign, mayhap; or not?
Then, washed the pots and… took a shot of the end car park as it was beginning to darken a little. We can’t have had much rain lately; the mudslide from Woodthorpe Grange Park was noticeable by its absence!
Waking up to the flashing light from the TV screen, which did the cataract no good. I went to check the kitchen and wet room for anything left on or off that shouldn’t be. The amazing blue hue of the night.
Up at 06:30hrs. Nigh pouch off, emptied & sorted Kitchen Check on the being done-up house below. I wonder what it’s costing them?
Refilled biscuit barrel with the 4-a-day cookies.
Two food deliveries today; I got the bags and boxes out and ready for the first (Asda) Food arrival. Iceland is due later.
CARER KARA arrived. sorted out the medications and eye drops. I think we spoke of Friday’s visit to the bank, but I’m not sure?
Asda arrived good and early. Soda waters Apart from having to pick out the black and green ones, these are super-tasty little nuggets of potato. I can do them in the new air-fryer (15 mins) or in the oven (45 mins). Soya lemon desserts, Lacto-free milk, sterilised milk, and strawberry cheesecakes and of course, with the cookies being on offer, as well as the milk – a bargain? Last year the milk was 99p. Today on offer at £1,29! Bakery Section… Sliced wholemeal rolls, Brown baguettes & the limited to one Tear & Share bread on offer. Only one packet of tear & share bread allowed. (It’s on offer!) I got all the bread ordered, a rarity, I decided to put some in the freezer for later on. Food cupboard stocks.
The Schweppes Soda water, pink and watermelon flavoured, was still on offer, so I bought even more at this price, almost half-price! Also, I got two Asda own-brand bottles of soda; they can have some of the Lowicz raspberry juice to flavour it. Being the keen, alert, dedicated good housekeeping person that I am, I decided to make a bottle up as soon as I’d finished sorting the Asda storing of the foods… & a double, painful ensured… I dropped a bottle of Soda, and it hit my chin, then bounced onto the , and I may have said something like “Oh, dear!”
Iceland arrived; as Carer Sam was visiting me, I was bending her ear over the appointment in injuries. Hehehe! She kindly put the barfs in the kitchen for me. Seemed to be a lot of bags today? Have I made another cock-up? Milk roll bread, cheap kitchen towels, apple pastries, spray oils, bread thins, and brown baguettes. In fact, they had everything I ordered, even the ones I ordered by mistake! Hard to believe, I know!
Over the next three hours, I got a lot of updating done on CorelDraw.This was due to; the consistency, perseverance, and free-willed constitution of… and I believe their involvement (Owning or par owning) of 18 other internet providers in Europe. And, of course, their inability to provide internet to Nottingham that does not go down several times a day; that costs me hours in redoing the work lost that could not be saved. Also causing more mistakes! DO NOT GO NEAR THEM! Then again; With them owning Virgin Media, O2, PC Brand, ‘3’ the UPC brand, Plusnet, and Sunrise UPC. Shares in Vodaphone, Smarty, EE & BT. With 11.9 idiots… I mean, million subscribers, where else can you go to? They’ve got us where they want us, by the short & curly!
FOOD TIME Ah, that was nice. And although a terrible photo, the flaky pastry with gooey, sticky apple sauce was also okay!
I gave up on the ambidextrousness, chicanery, doublespeak, thaumaturgy, figure-shuffling, and slithery. Tiredness, weariness and agony got to me. Head down. The carer called and woke me up. Medicated me.
Tiredness, weariness and agony got to me. Head down.
The carer called and woke me up. Medicated me.
Tiredness, weariness and agony got to me. Head down.
The carer called and woke me up. Medicated me.
Tiredness, weariness and agony got to me. Head down.
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – Another testing day. The new ailment, the left side of the rib cage, comes and goes, but, always pains me when I stand up, sit down, twist the torso, bend down or stretch out, up or down. Cough, sneeze or any sharp intake of breaths. It’s pot-luck at all other times. However, contrariwise, the good news, nay… the great news, is that the left leg hasn’t failed me once today (22:00hrs). So, the first day in five, that I have been tumble-less! Furthermore, for the first time in many months of daily agony from , she has calmed down tremendously! Only one from the right leg… Talking about legs, The left one has shrunk a lot this morning. Neither , or the lesions have squirted anything! And another thing, no cuts shaving! Of course, the fact that I didn’t have a shave might have influenced that. Hehe! REPEATEDLY It was down that often; it was 17:00hrs before I made a start on this blog!. So, a quicky today, folks.
07:25hrs: I was still asleep when Carer Richard arrived, and was unsure of all that happened. Other than he took off the night pouch, issued the drops, then the medications, followed by the second drops: I hope I didn’t miss summat important what he said.
As I gingerly rose from the for once comforting rest of the £300, second-hand, musty, Haemorrhoid Harold Testing, cringingly beige, crumb-covered, not-working, rickety recline, caught my balance and responded to call to the , on my way out en route to the wet room… I managed to catch my foot on , dropped , and gave myself a nasty as per, right on the ingrowing toenail. I smiled and carried on to the .
Well, that was a no-go, literally. Rock Solid! No movement at all! As usual on these occasions, I had a go at the crossword book, put on the reading glasses and managed easily enough to read the clues and get some answers. However, I realised I’d been in there for far too long, and nothing but the odd bit of wind was still evacuated. I gave up! I’ve still not been and passed!
Back to the main room. A smidgeon of guilt arose when I saw the contents of the waste bin near the recliner. Noticed that the legs had deflated a good bit; nice!
Also, the marks on the chest were clearing up. It’s worrying all this good luck, you know!
I got the computer on, but not the Oligarchs’ internet.
I did work on the Ode, then titivated some graphics I was working on yesterday for an hour or so. Mr Fries must have made a mistake; the internet came back on! Some poor bugger will get the blame for this!
It stayed on for ten minutes or so.
I rushed to finish the Sunday blog, but it was no good. Fancy That!
The carer arrived, and usual tending-toos were carried out. We Had a laugh for a minute or two. A bit of mutual leg-pulling.
No internet again, so I took photos of the sky. Surely someone can see what I did in these clouds. Highly Pareidoliaiable.
The Smoke & Mirror mob, (someone who draws attention away from often embarrassing or unpleasant figures or issues, usually for self-gain), is, if nothing, consistent. Three minutes after the connection returned…
I then got back on the word listings for the odes. A mistake this was… after two hours, the Carer Chris called, and after he’d done me, I went back on the work listing using Excel and CorelDraw… for another hour!
Got the internet back on. An hour later…
Good Heavens, it came back on minutes later!
And stayed dedicated to finishing the Sunday blog. And stayed on while did it! Heads will probably roll for this!. I made a start on this blog…
Well-miffed! I decided to have a nibble and made a pot of cheesy instant potatoes. I live a life of luxury!
Did some work on CorelDraw. Internet back on, I took the opportunity to change the Asda order I’d done. Well, I realised that they were going to charge me £4.50 for delivery of it. It seems they have changed the cheapest delivery pass, the one I have, and used to cover Mon, Tue, Wed & Thurs, and removed the Monday option. So I changed the date to Tuesday. Shame, cause I’ve still not got any bread. Hehehe!
Evening Carer Chris arrived in a bit of a hurry, bless him. He got me seen to, but left the night pouch to me, as I asked him to, so I’m not cooking at 02:00hrs with the added danger of the night bag carrying and the long tube tripping over.
I noticed the wonderful evening sky had gone brown and took this snap of it. Bootiful, I thought!
Got some potatoes in the oven cooking, I was going to have some faux sausages, but not without bread. I’ll have a look and see what I’ve got in the cupboard and fridge.
Got the blog done up to here, then after a few hours got the Friday blog caught up with and posted –that was when the most annoyingly regular routines began. They are still with me now, eight hours later.
I’ll be brief, miss a lot off, cause I’ve got to get sat down for sleep early, cause I can sense now, it’s going to be a battle with Sweet Morpheus and the pains. Concentration was shot. Sorry.
and
Feeling Poor;y Period for many hours.
Carers called as per usual.
Only around four times!
Early meal – Very Nice.
More leg dancing from . had to rest again.
Left leg fatter, Peripheral Pete’s right leg felt properly weary from the jerking & dancing. If that’s the right word.
Suddenly went all overcast, the sun battling through. Had to take this shot above.
But when closing the window after shooting it, a leg dance started, and I banged my foot on the radiator and started the darned split papules oozed liquid. . Right ankle.
. Late burst of sunshine, flooding into the kitchen.
Today held such promise as well. On waking, my EQ informed me that it was going to be a mixed day – Whatever that means? No question, deep anticipation, tergiversation, and an irritating doubtfulness of today’s upcoming events, were rumbling about in my head this morning. Despite a positive belief that the WC water tank and tap will get repaired. It’s just the other unknown new bafflements, problems and concerns that always arise. Every single day, although not so bad at the weekends as a rule. But this is a Friday – famously known for having to make appointments and get lifts, with no help available until Monday. Anyway…
At 06:20hrs, I rose from the depths of my c1964, £300, second-hand, musty, Haemorrhoid Harold Testing, cringingly beige, crumb-covered, not-working, renowned for its encouraging somnipathy, rickety recliner. To see the The night pouch had a little more content, but according to Carer Chris, rated on the NHS card as being on level 6. Not good! However, having three tumbles in three days and giving the bladder and other areas a bit of bashing is not surprising. I hastily removed the night pouch, put it to one side, then raised my gruesomely overweight body from the chair and made for the wet room. To do a stand-up wash… but first, there came an urgent, very urgent feeling to use the . And what a session that was! had given in the battle for supremacy, and was in full control. I swear the water in the bowl bubbled for two minutes after receiving the three massive torpedoes in short order! This may need more than two buckets of water fetching to refill the non-working water tank… and it did need extra. The first flush and one torpedo stubbornly refused to dive. I used two buckets at hand for refilling the bowl, before it disappeared, but streaks remained on the porcelain I had to clean up. Then fetched more water for the next visit. Then realised the plumber was coming today, so may not need them with any luck for the next sitting. Hehe! Next, I started the . Tackling the shaving first was the most challenging, to avoid all the cuts from yesterday, and avoiding any more. Well, that went okay! Just one tiny nick. My spirits rose! Washed my feet in a bowl while having a body wash. That was not so good. I caught the tube on , which made me jump, and pulled it again!had lowered my spirits a smidge! Getting the protective pants on afterwards, and lowered them some more! However, I did get the pants on without catching the valve tab or tearing the pants at all. Medications now, other than the. Germoloid applications to the rear end. I think that the falls had caused the excessive bleeding from . No need for the corticosteroid cream today. No bleeding from the Inchies fungal lesion. Which was amazing, considering I’d just pulled at the tubing stuck in him! Spirits crept back up an iota! Getting dressed only involved putting on the thin dressing gown for the moment.
Getting the slippers on in the other room, was nothing short of farcical. The now thin right leg went in pretty easily. But the bloated left leg and foot were a different story. It must have taken me eight or nine to get the foot in without hurting it. Funny really! The white toe ends seemed more prominent?
Checked around to see if I’d left nothing on or running, and off to the kitchenette, to get the kettle on for a brew of Glengettie. Took this snap of the morning view.
Carer Chris arrived, as I just noticed I’d left the urine night bag on the trolley, and was emptying it. It seemed to be a two-tone colour now? Hehehe!
Chris got the first eye drops in and had a look over my body as he applied the Phorpain Gel to my area. He did a good job with it too. Dished out the medications and did the second eyedrops. Then told me of the 6 bruises around my body, presumably from the falls. He then took a photo of all of them.
Starting with the head… The arm, I think, might have been during Deana’s visit fall. Not sure where this one was from… The back, I think This one w
as Pareidoliaiable. I see a mouth and chin? Must be the back near the top of the PPs? Chris moved down to the left leg… Then right leg
I do try to avoid these tumbles, but as the
The doctor said years ago, when I was diagnosed
with There is
nothing we can do for dying Neurotransmitters. I believe the base cause of the falls is PN. The Water Geysers and ulcers, something else. – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
We had a laugh about things, and off he shot on his rounds. I go the computer on to update the Thursday bog. As you see here, I didn’t get far! I was working on CorelDraw to start the Health check graphic, and the intercom flashed. It was the Nottingham City Homes maintenance plumber, I let him in and a minute later, he was coming in and came to me at the computer. I took the chance to remind him of the tap not running as well as the tank not filling. He already knew, so Deana must have told them when she phoned for me, bless her. He got on with the job for half an hour or so and then came to me. It was a bad photo, but I took it after he had to empty everything from the airing cupboard to access the tanks. Loved the way he used the raised toilet seat from the wet room to get up high enough. Hehe! Nice chap. He showed me a broken part when the inside had come free. He’s called his base, and someone was coming out with a new spare part. He was going down to wait in his van for their arrival. I insisted he takes a can of pop of his choice to drink while he was waiting.
Virgin Media had come back on again. So I pressed on regardless with the Thursday blog updating. Many mistakes, some I’m bound to have missed in my haste as the afternoon approached already.
The young man returned with the part and got on with fitting it for me. I took a peep at the pile of things from the airing cupboard, clothes, soaps, covers, towels etc. And found some lavender soap that I bought for Sister Jane years and years ago, I thought I’d lost it. Hehehe! The man came to say, I’d got water from the tap and into the tank. But I must be aware that it will never be strong either. And why, but I can’t remember that bit. He showed me in the wet room what he meant. If it stays like that, I’ll be happy enough. Thanked him, and off he went. I rang Deana to tell and thank her, but it was on the answerphone, I think.
Strewth, the days have gone quickly again!Back to blogging. Well, that was the plan. It came back on a few minutes later. At last, I got it finished? – But No!
Carer Sam arrived with a new young girl to do the meds and eyes for me. I had them laughing with my tales of woe. Haha! Finger in the corner of the closed eye for three minutes. Back on the computer blogging. For five minutes.
I used the time to check on the hot water supply – it was cold! Did I mention how lucky a person I am yet?
Carer Kara rushed in. Bless her cotton socks! She rang the TSB bank, and eventually, after a right performance again, logging in, Kara got to talk to a human, someone from the West Bridgford branch, the only one left in Nottingham. Not only did she make an appointment for me, but will come with me as the bank had asked her to (I hope). She ordered a taxi for the day, too. She had to rush off but made sure I’d got the appointment correct in the Google calendar first. Now I do feel like a lucky person! To have help like this is Grrreat!.
Finally, I got the blog done and posted to WordPress. Phew, what a struggle that all was! A lot of photos to go on today (As you can see), but I got them uploaded and doctored quick enough. Then realised I’d missed putting this photograph from earlier on. Can’t have been any rain today, judging by the reduced size of the mudslide? Oddly, the legs have stayed the same today, left lofty, right reduced in size.Ah, I wonder if this has anything to do with the left overfluided leg, suddenly losing all sensations of touch? Carer Chris made his last call of the day. He’s got four days of now, I think… or did he say three… or two… He got the eye drops in and then issued the medications. Rubbed some Phorpain Gel into (Nice!) Then, it was time for the drops in. I asked him not to put the night bag on yet, and I’ve not made a meal. Assuring him I’ll be able to remember to put it on. (Cough, cough!)
Going to get something to eat now.Hopefully, I’ll be back in the morning, to catch up.
It’s getting late, and the legs weaker, the eyes worse, and the weariness creeping in.
I caught the last moments of the sunset. Took a wide shot and then a close-up one. Not my best of efforts, but being late, I had been got at by a vicious.
A really tasty meal tonight. As I said yesterday, the taste buds are returning online. I’m glad to say. I’ve had some terrible-tasting meals of late. Flavour-Rating: 9.2/10. Put the pots in soak. It is definitely safer regarding the left leg crumpling risk, using two walking sticks… but to carry anything at the same time is impossible – and you can almost guarantee that the going dead – neurotransmission failure will come just when I am carrying something.
ignored my over-tiredness and plea for sleep for ages. Then I realised I’d not put the night bag on yet! So, I did!
Back down in the £300, second-hand, c1968, charity shop-bought, eyesorely-horrendously, grungy coloured, Harold Haemorrhoid-testing, easily-falloutable from, unfit-for-use, not working, recliner
Nodded straight off, and into a dream about the Skegness beach. I’d lost someone or thing, & was panicking, frantically searching the sands, and asking everyone if they had seen what or whoever it was, but the short dream terminated abruptly, when I woke with a jump, thinking I heard an ice cream van chimes similar to my door chime.
I felt the need to check, even if it had sounded, by the time I fumbled out of the recliner, got the sticks and my balance, the call would have ended. Still, I hobbled on to check for any missed calls; there were none. I wonder if in the dream… ice cream…?
I turned to go back, and the night view through the window made me get the Kodak to take a shot or two of the amazingly blue nightshade. A close-up shot revealed that the sun was just seeable.
So the so-called dream must have been a short one. That is, if I had one at all? Looking closely at the second picture, I wondered what the squiggly lines are on the left? Likely some additions.
Well, where do I start again?
New problems, Whoopsiedangleplops, Cock-ups or Accifauxpas every single day! And 90% of the current batch, has not been sorted or rectified yet! Int life good? I’ll not mention the Acci-Whoopsie yet, but I’ve just taken a photo of the resultant injuries, which I’ll display here further down. Cause knowing my luck, there will be more to follow yet… Hehehe!
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I stirred into imitation life again. And, me thinking it was early yet, for some reason I had it in my mind after looking at the wall clock… well, what used to be a wall clock, it fell off and I can’t reach to put it back on the wall, so it rests next to the Margaret Thatcher squeaky toy above the electric fire… that I cannot or dare not put on with the prices of electricity… Where was I? Oh, yes… night bag was removed from the Catheter contraption. Not a lot, but a decent colour. Naturally, the bending and pulling immediately inspired to offer forth her usual doses of pain-giving.
Thinking it was only about 05:00hrs, I decided to get the ablutions done, but no showering; the noise would disturb the neighbours. So a stand-up at the sink, the one with the cold water tap (Faucet) not working, would suffice this morning.
I soon discovered I’d now had neck pains from yesterday’s tumble.
I cleaned the few teeth I have left, and during doing this, it dawned on me that yesterday I could not find the toothbrush – it was straight in front of me on the cold-waterless sink!
A body wash ensued. But not the feet, I can’t get at them, so will put them in a bowl of soapy water later.
I started to shave… and the ? Hello, I thought, who’s this so early? It was Carer Richard’s voice I heard. I had to finish u;p early cause I didn’t want to keep him waiting; he’s going home after his long shift when I’m sorted. I ran the razors over the top of my head, retrieving them from the back neck area… THE BLOOD FLOWED… down onto my cheeks, face, into the earholes and then the protruding mould of my belly onto the floor!.
I wiped the cuts with some paper towels, fumbled about getting the PPs on, and finally, a dressing gown. I left the mess to sort out later, I’ve got to go back to do the medicationalisationing yet. Dolloped much Brut aftershave to stop the bleeding nicks.
I apologised to Richard for keeping him waiting; he was putting the first eye drops in seconds. Then did the medication during the five-minute wait, before giving me the second Optha eye drops. I did the three-minute finger poke in the eye near the nose, and off the tired-looking lad went. Thanked him. Back to the wet room. Olive oiled the ears, and Germolened the head; the bleeding had stopped. Germolened the grossly wobbly belly. Then I Phorpained the knees. Cleaned the blood up from the varying surfaces. Then took an extra single painkiller, as and the neck were both a little severe, pain-wise.
Then I went back into the wet room again, for my activities. A smidgeon concerned about how this would go, with my not passing anything yesterday
In two words… ‘GOOEY – MESSY!’ Oh, and with an orange tint to the torpedoes! Incidentally, Richard arrived at, I think it was 07:40hrs. So my chronolgicalness was well out of sync. again.
I made a brew of Glengettie tea with the regulation four little cookies. I think the taste buds are coming back online… not like Liberty-Global’s Virgin Media when I tried to open it...
Olibarchally inept Virgin Media owners, financial-gain at any cost merchants of money, Liberty-Global Struck again!
So, I went onto CorelDraw and Excel to make some graphs.
Got back on the net, and Carer Kara arrived. She did the deeds, had a laugh, and checked on the wounds on my head; bless her. ♥ She doctored the wounds on my head from the bloody shaving . Thanks Kara!
I got back to the internet… I don’t think that Liberty-Global’s horrible $26 million-a-year salaried Oligarch, Mr Fries, is even aware of how pathetic Virgin has become! I’ll put it another way; He’s obviously not bothered in the slightest! He’ll be blithely unconcerned about customers, or the incompetency of any of the dozens of other internet companies that Liberty-Global have either bought out or got a share it, part-ownership. If anyone does leave Virgin, and many would love to, myself included – but the only other options, SS, Vodaphone, ‘3’, BT, GiffGaff etc., to go to, are controlled or partly so by dodgy data analytics manipulators Liberty-Global! Jealous? Me? Yep! Hehehe!
Oberstgrüppenfuhreress, Warden and Primo Ballerina, Deana, and
Oberstürmbannfuhreress, Desk Top Dance Julie cameth in.
To tell me they had rung the NCH maintenance to inform them of my problems of having no water in the wet room tap, or water tank. They anticipate I may get a call from maintenance about a call date. Bless ’em both! ♥ The photo above is from some years ago, but they look just the same today!
Yet again!
Can you believe it?!
This typically says a lot, but never they do it, or the damage they inflict on old men… coffin waiters, in the UK, particularly in Sherwood, Nottingham, en route to the greedy, profit-at-any-cost, smoke & mirrors, oligarchical characters.
I caught my nut on the side of the kitchenette sink while washing the tea mug.
Knocked on the blood papules and paid the price. Had to use a lot of the Brut aftershave to stop it bleeding. I just laughed the incident off, as I always do…
This wonderful cloud formation soon gave way to misty high clouds – and you know what that tells you! Well, I hope you do and can tell me, please. Haha!
The mudslide was considerably less today.
Aha, The landline telephone ringeth and flashes. I’ll answer it then.
Twas ILC (Independent Living Coordinator), Oberstgrüppenfuhreress, Warden and Primo Ballerina Deana. To inform me that a Nottingham City Homes Maintenance plumber will be calling tomorrow… to look at problems with the WC. Yee-Haa!
The eyesight is getting worse again. It does that in the late afternoons, getting worse as the night arrives. I shall go forth and make summat to eat. I may, possibly, mayhap I’ll be back!
I’m back, tomorrow morning, well, afternoon. (It was a busy, busy morning). I took a photo of the end car park; the mudslide well reduced now, even though the rain was falling. I’m not sure if I intended to take this photograph, or if it was another accidental exposure. I’m known for my accidental exposures, you know. Hehehe!
I got the meal served up. Roasted mini potato chunks, tomatoes, pretend bacon, and the rather misleading – but then again, I am misled easier nowadays as I prepare for the man with the scythe. Damned expensive for what sparse bread it contained. But they were, after cooling, rather nice!In fact, the entire meal was for once. Yesterday when eating, I thought the taste buds were getting more responsive. Tonight, they were back to form. A delicious mini-feast. Taste rating: 8.6/10.
Late Carer Chris arrived, the moment I drifted off into slumberland. Thoughtfully left me in the aged, grotty-looking c1966 made, charity-shop-bought, horribly beige-coloured, £300, Harold’s Haemorrhoid-testing, non-operational, acne-giving, virus-breeding, rickety, easy-to-fall-out-of recline, while he performed the two eye drops and medications for me. Night pouch was attached to .
Before he left, he saw me looking at the Sunsetting and cursing that I could not get up to take photos of it. He kindly grabbed the camera and took these shots for me and the blog. I thanked home,and off he went.
But could I get back to sleep? Nope! No thought storms, though; it was a cracking headache from the head wounds, and that was the reason. Humph!
I had got to keep until 03:30hrs and was deep in the land-of-Nod when chimed from the front door ringer. Rudely bringing me back to ersatz life again… I wasn’t keen on it, though, with the pains and aches from yesterday’s tumble making themselves felt before I’d opened my eyelids. As the lids opened, with a blurriness the same as yesterday’s, thanks to the ailments contained within both eyes. , no medications for her, then there was and . I spotted that the, erm… whatever it was that had erupted twixt my Man-Breasts and titanically flabby urine-filled stomach; was getting paler… dying off, methinks? As a perky Carer Chris was on his phone, I spotted that the leg ulcer, ... on the right leg was leaking just a smidge of fluid close to the foot. on the left, also spurting a drop or two out, and the cover was wet from earlier escapages of lymphatic fluids as well. . Carer Chris approach me with the bottle of eye spray and got them like a professional! Sorted the medications, then counted of the five minutes required before dealing out the slightly more uncomfortable vial, and in they went too. He checked the time on his mobile to count down the three minutes that I had to stick my index finger in the noses corner of the affected eye. I have to say, my vision is getting bad now. No doubt cause will be the new drops treatment. Got to be done, though. Carer Chris departed, and of course, after he’d gone, I realised I had not asked him to apply some Phorpain to help relieve , and the now kicking off with steadfast determination. Humph!
Still no need for the , and there were none yesterday either. A smidge worrying, that!
I got the computer on. I hardly need to tell you this, do I?
At least this time, it returned without me having to faffle about resetting the box this time.
I missed putting on this photograph I took when taking it off day pouch. Good colour! Five minutes later, the internet came back on, and I started to finish Tuesday’s Part Two blog…You know what’s coming, don’t you? Yes! I don’t know about ride… More chance of them sinking, I think. But I believe they are doing this on purpose, part of a financial master plan to boost the share of the oligarch’s top list? Part of their financial ambidextrousness & number manipulating profit schemes?
What a magnificent view this morning from the kitchenette window. Absolutely Gorgeous morning colours! Being something of an amateur weather forecaster… Well, my Dad used to say, ‘Red sky in the morning, shepherd’s warning. Red sky at night, shepherd’s delight!’ And, ‘I could be right, I could be wrong, but black clouds in white, there’ll be rain tonight! He also used to call me; A useless article. As much use as a fart in a cullender. God’s gift to stupidity. And “Are you sure your mine? I’m not!” All mild compared to Mother’s message to the midwife three minutes after I was born… “I don’t want it; throw it in the Trent!” But, years later, when the midwife told me this tale, and I went to inquire with Mother in case this was true, I couldn’t find her. She’s just been arrested for running illegal bookies in the front room. But it weighed on my mind, and after she got bailed and back home, I asked her. The reply? “Yes, I did, but I took to you a bit later!” How comforting life was as an ankle-snapper for me.
Oberstgrüppenfuhreress Warden and Primo Ballerina Deana came in, I’ve not seen her for months.
The Nottingham City Homes Monitoring the Alert Alarms that I used last night, had asked her to check on me, to see if I was okay. Which she did!
I told her of the tumble. And about my waiting for three months to get the water tap in the sink, and the Water tank going. Expressing the pain my back was in before the fall. was even worse now, with buckets of water to be carried from kitchen to W.C. every Throne visit for three months.
Then had another tumble while she was here. Tsk!
Deana said she’ll ring them to see if they can get any earlier.
I’ve not heard anything from her. So I assume they cannot. No text messages.
Carer Kara arrived as Deana was leaving.
She was in a rush but showed compassion. Did the eyes and checked the catheter for me after the fall.
I made a new, one of the two permitted-a-day mugs of tea. I brought the mug to the balcony and took this snap before having a go at and finishing Tuesday’s blog two. The data analytics manipulators, the specious, untrustworthy, money-juggling, dubious, substandard internet suppliers, and legal financial fiddling experts who have a share in or own 40% of all the UK’s companies, and pat their top dog, Mr Fries, over $26 million salary, with a guaranteed bonus and an open expense account, went down again. Tea & bikkies again, while the Liberty-Global Virgin Media excuse for an internet service was down. The capricious, profit-seeking, cruel, fallible, undependable, company who have just put up their charges again. Fancy that!
Carer Chris called again, eyes, medication, and the second eye drops. Several unbroken hours of blogging were enjoyed.
On Chris’s next call, he picked up some letters that had been posted. One, with increased doses of the Warfarin tablets. The second was from the Queens Medical Centre, the EENT department, with an appointment for me, regarding the cataract situation. Chris checked that I’d done the calendar entry rightly. I begged him to remind me the Thursday the week before, to phone the lift people to try and book a lift there and back. It’s on 21st July at 12:10 hours. It is for a Booked Refraction, whatever that is. I looked it up: Refractive cataract surgery starts in the same manner as standard cataract surgery. Your natural eye lens is removed. However, it is replaced with an advanced multi-focal lens that corrects your vision. Refractive cataract surgery can correct near and farsightedness as well as astigmatism. Of course, I knew that! .
Pareidolian’s Delight.
I think I found many figures and faces in every one of these four photographicalisations. They all amazed me. A camera, various faces, claws, jigsaw pieces, and a shield.
I did detect a few slightly darker patches of cloud in amongst the others; rain is on the way, mayhap? This one on the left, was almost like countries, islands on the sea? But, with the state of my eyes. May not actually be in there at all. Hehe! This wider shot is so interesting to any Pareidolian with half-decent eyesight.A poodle, amongst others. Grrreat!
An hour or later rain cameth. Short and sharp. I went on the balcony to take this shot through the window of the car park below. The roadway barely looked wet to me? From the end opened window, it was a different story. The mudslide puddle that came from Woodthorpe Grange Park, seemed much bigger than yesterday to me.
I made a start on this blog. I was getting tired now, and as usual, my eyesight and hearing both faded.
Going to make something to eat and get my head down… that’s the plan. The simplest of meals tonight. Baked beans & beetroot cubes, with a dollop of concentrated Borscht, some of the tasteless sliced bread rolls to dip in the Borscht. I enjoyed it, but not the cleaning up afterwards. After washing the well beetroot-stained bowl and spoon, the tray needed doing. Then by overly-large flabby stomach and legs, had to be de-beetrooted. Hehehe!
The Careress arrived, Carolynne, I think it was, not seen her for a while. Meds and eye drops were sorted. And I remembered for once to ask her to attach the catheter night pouch. All done without any problems.
I settled in search of sleep… and found it. Grrreat
