“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!.
The bladder seems to still have its infection,
So for me, this means a painful erection…
Fear not; my last one was during the 1962 election,
Today the Whoopsies, Accifauxpas… botheration!
A quagmire of questions and quandaries,
Most of them were beyond my comprehension,
Carer Jo-Anne helped me with her suggestion…
To solve the problem of leaking Catheterisation!
We used bag-sealing wires for the prevention…
The pee filled my slipper on more than one occasion!
The loose valve was causing non-stop urination…
We tried another pouch; it was a duplication…
We found time and spirit for shared cachinnation…
At first unaware of urine escaping…
I went into the kitchen, with the wee-wee dripping…
Slipped on the wetness, tumbled, causing a contusion…
Jo-Anne arrived to see my confusion,
She asked me, “Whatever are you doing?”
She soon found there was a temporary solution.
Course it fell off when she’d gone, more pollution!
Did the carpet with an air spray & Dettol solution,
Moped the kitchen floor, forever cleaning!
Then got a letter from the Medical institution!
From the Consultant Surgeon, Urological…
Seems I may need a permanent catheter to widdle,
The best option would be a bladder reconstruction (Neobladder).
But not for me; too old & I’ve had bladder cancer,
Being on Warfarin makes the op too big a chancer,
So, for me, it’ll be a permanent Catheter,
Looked it up on the web; the result was not at all festal!
Messy, a hole in my stomach for the tube…expediential…
If I had to choose, I’ll be in a fuddle…
Not much gets me feeling frantical…
The options put me ferhoodled…
Dementia Doreen means I’m not really docible,
Making decisions, I’m not notable…
Still, my concerns are only ephemeral…
I’ll let others decide; someone reputable,
I’ll just be culpable and covenantal.
QUICK RECORD OF THE DAY Moped up the escaped from the Catheter Pouch Wee-wee, used the speed-mop twice, and a lot of Dettol!
The fifteenth dollops of kitchen towels used on where the urine had trickled for an hour, without my realising it. Tut!
The waste bags with the slippers, socks and used kitchen towels well wrapped up and sealed, awaiting removal.
Much better colour in the next emptying of the pouch.
Possible something to do with it having been left running for an hour or so?
Bootiful lunchtime clouds!
Car park below from the kitchenette. With a now clean unsmelly floor!
Afternoon views Pareidoliaing clouds.
Nearest they came to sunset photos… Pareidoliaing again… Pareidoliaing, a shark or whale in the depths?
Pareidoliaing: Eyes, nose & mouth of what, though? Pareidoliaing? Erm… A not-red Red Dwarf view? Hehe! The Sun’s last effort to burst through again Toodle-pips!
A terrible photo of the simple meal. Tomatoes with basil, sea salt & oregano. Some (Many) vegan mini sausages… A coup[le of bread rolls to help soak it up. In the morning, after eating this load of nosh, I woke to find about five empty crisp packets in the bin! Guilt, shame and mystery as to how I did this and not remember?
I woke after what I believed was a six-hour dream, and the memory of the ‘Gone-Missing-Laundry’ came to mind; as I was getting depressed and morbid at the prospects of having no dressing gowns, spending a fortune to replace them and the throws that may turn up, or likely will never will, and the email from the bank asking for confirmation and why I have bought the same things that I~~ did three months ago…
Then the real worry came to me. Wearing trousers for the Brain Scan at the hospital which is going to produce at least agony to poor Little Inchy as the catheter tube pulls and tugs again his fungal lesion. Next, the thought of having no dressing gown to change into and get out of the pain-giving trews when I get home to relieve the pain hit me… Argh!
A Mild Depression Dawned!
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – When I forced my tormented body and mind to rise from the depths of the 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, I found that the Catheter punch contents were…
. At the highest level of colouration on the chart. .
I think there may be a slight chance, remote possibility, hundred-to-one shot, that today may not be a good one. Then again, when was my last good day? was not too hopeful of finding my ‘taken-away-to-be-laundered clothing’. The chances, must be slim, but she did say she’d have another look around for me.
Found my laundry. But no throws in there.
Morning: CorelDraw not letting me add any photos. Trouble getting into WP. Mousee taking me left & right, not up and down? Fearing the worse here…
It’s genuinely difficult to write this little overview, And wanted to write it in rhyme, too! I’m not going to start moaning… I’ll try not to… Naturally, I can’t promise you, My brain used to act as an autocue… Now, Wednesday, I’ve another brain scan due, Dementia Doreen has me as a detenue & détenu, It’s difficultest to maintain logic & virtue, There is no point now in taking any long view… It’s a battle to wash, dress, and take a poor! Whatever can I do? I try to stay witty and not feel blue… Price rises in rent, electricity, & food accrue, Bad enough, but now the mind does miscue, The eyes give me misty, mottled view… The catheter pain, pouch replacement is overdue… Without help, I can’t get on a sock or shoe! Taking too many tumbles. walk into doors too! Deafness worsening will continue…
But I’ll not give in, I promise you!
When I see St Peter and his gate crew…
There’s going to be a right hullabaloo!
———————————— Sorry not have much on today; time beat me again…
This is the punch, one hour after emptying it. Not a lot?
Gloomy morning.
. Potatoes were put in the slow cooker and forgotten about again. I can use them on Monday?
Email from Manor Laboratories in the USA. The Time-Machine Professor Billum and HRH Lisa-Petal, are going to ring me again: Bless them! ♥ Being a logical Scientist, Billum asked which time would be bestest to make the call. I checked on next week’s calendar and sent a copy to the Manor. It was early Morning when I found this, hope I got it right.
Yikes! This ain’t good.
Not so good view photos tonight. Still, I’ve done worserer ones. Tsk!
The ‘In’s & Out’s of it’ continued today. I think I had many more than yesterday. Which resulted in dozens of mini-mind-blanks. As for recalling what I was doing… well?
Gotten Himmel! I think it looked worse than what it was. The light shining on the masculine, jealous-making to others, postmarked scarred, blotchy right leg makes the blood in the bag seem darker than it really is. No?. The pouch seemed ready to explode as well.
The vegetarian casserole went down well. I’d seasoned t with some Henderson’s sauce, sea salt, 7-Mediterranean vegetables sauce, and tomato passata with basil, and a vegetable Oxo cube. Oh, yes, and a sprinkling of some imitation soya-bacon crumbles. I gave this a Taste Rating of 7.4/10. Not bad at all.
Sweet Morpheus was not keen on helping me again, and I ended up putting the TV on, that usually guarantees me nodding off. Well, it did this time… But unfortunately, it took a couple of hours longer than usual
Asda order arrived. . Pondered on whether to have casserole for a nosh? Put the rest of the fodder away. Fridge before and after delivery. Note that it is not full! Tried the Vegan butter later. It didn’t spread well, but tasted grand!
Took some more view photos of the light snowfall. See
above… Not the houses, which I reckon must either have
a Cannabis farm in the loft, that, or they are so rich
that they can afford to heat the attic? Hehehe!
.
The footfall in the snowfall, in the bottom field.
Later, a man and his dog caught my attention. Well, it was the wildly wagging tail of the dog mainly. Boy, that dog loved the snow!
During the day, I had the attention of Carer Josef, Carer Adele, also & I think Carer Carolynne. But since the arrival of any name could well be the wrong one.
Sorry about that!
The snow gave us another covering.
Throne visit six attended. Every one of the previous sessions were a watery-gurgling mess. This one was the complete opposite.. lost out to the new King of the Throne’s return – ! followed the evacuation.
Then, I walked into the door frame on my way out... And pulled the tubing that was stuck in Little Inchie. Naturally, this left poor . Undaunted by this mini-series of S, I made a refreshing mug of Thompson’s Punjana tea… Taking the first drink of it at the computer, gave me a nudge, and the mug and tea dropped from my grasp! Of course, I took this in my usual casual, calm, devil-may-care-but-not-me nonchalance. . I was close to crying with frustration!
I made the meal of the day… I’d forgotten about the potatoes in the slow cooker. Not that
I needed them; I’d gone a smidge.OTT without them. The plant butter on the bread rolls tasted wonderful.
Did a bit on this blog, mostly getting things wrong, lost all concentration as my eyes failed, and my head drooped. I gave up!
I think I spent more time today out of it – than in? Problems with the bank (unsorted), WordPress (ongoing), CorelDraw (a night & daymare), Catheter Kathleen’s Accoutrements (Sorted by Carer Carole-Anne), the start of Trotsky Terence and the lurgy; a combined, concerted attack that was still in full flow this morning. (Wednesday). Multitudinous Memory Blanks and many periods for which I have not yet made a name to use for it. It’s hard to explain as well. But I’ll try;
❶: Over perhaps a four-hour period, during which two carers called, and several times I forgot what they had just said and what I was saying and going to say in reply. ❷: My mood went from euphoria to depression within seconds and kept alternating for a few minutes? (This has happened a couple of times over this last week, and this is the second session of it this week? ❸: The mind blanks and freezes can last for seconds or hours?. ❹: Sometimes I am so positive about something – certain, sure… Until five minutes, or hours, days later, and the doubts, dithering and then the oscillating begins. ❺: Questioning my own decisions. Loathing my actions sometimes… Momentarily engulfing bigger problems I have… ❻: Then, any stage or condition of mind may take over(worryingly). This can vary from a ‘Sod-Em-all’, ‘Why bother?’, ‘No one is bothered’, to a newish standard for me. ‘What can I say?’ ‘What can I do?… ❼: Which always turns into a self-loathing mode, frustration, or a hated, pathetic, dreaded Dracula-Depression.
If the end is really, nigh… Why should I wonder why? My depression I’d like to transmogrify… My brain & logic, to reunify, Or would it be best to just die? My moustache, with indigo dye? Either way, would there be an outcry? Or, take some CBD or eat some nautili? I asked for help, do I get a reply? I’m losing it quicker as time goes by… No good luck, fortune or stimuli! Sleep: I’m not getting much shuteye, Failures, bad luck; no shortage have I! Should I eat Spinach, like Popeye? But no, in vitamin K it’s too high! Banned for me, like sprouts & broccoli… Cabbage, grapefruit, at least I know why, What can I do: Whatever I try… But I’ll not let myself sink, mope or cry… What to have to eat? (I give a sigh!) Worrying, my weight’s getting so high! Apache potatoes, & a lemon cream pie? My gluttony, I cannot rectify, The Catheter hangs down painfully from my thigh, Although, what the heck does that signify? We’ll never know… bye-bye.
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Crisp-coloured day pouch.
Not the foggiest idea now; why I took this one?
Nor this one, but there may have been a witty idea drifting about that I could use... but it escaped!
Aha! The Ocado order arrived. Marmite! Fullish cupboard? Been after trying this for ages. Spring Water stockpile? Apache potatoes. Good looking and tasting, too!
A smidge bloodier?
Afternoon clouds. Very nice… Absolutely gorgeous close-up! Do you see a duck’s or snake’s head?
Later… Could be from another planet. These three had another sun showing up on the photo? Or did they?
Sunset starting…
Reflection… or whatever you call it…
Dang it, I had to visit the Porcelain Throne Thus the flow started… nine more visits before midnight!. ARGH!
The last views of the Sundown…
Fare Thee Well!
I think Carers Choe, Anne=Mrie, Sam and erm... er… Charly did for me today. So many blanks in the memory.
Day bag soon filled, then stopped in the afternoon?
I had a natter with my family from the Manor Laboratories in Cincinnati. Cute they are! ♥
INR blood test, tea & notepad.
Not exactly sure what this was supposed to be a photo of… But I got it wrong again. I’m good at that!
Afternoon sky – a bit glum here.
ODE TO GLUM That’s an odd word, innit, Glum?… Another odd word to me is sistrum… Could be because I’ve just taken my Diascorium? Whichever end of the social spectrum… Short of dosh, gelt, pounds, yen, or ngultrum, Have a drink, perhaps some rum? That should help you not to be glum!
Darker now, no sign of a sunset… Cragknangles!
The bottom field. Not a soul in sight… Chestnut Way car park… Not a soul in sight.
Amazing change in the urine colour on the first emptying
Social event notification.
Early evening. No sunset as such, but… I captured these two close-ups.
A man shouted at the panel… DELIVERY! I opened the foyer lock door… Then as I made my way to the door, I spotted the Amazon van pulling away…
Crap! He’s left the stuff down in the foyer, I bet! No choice left other than to go down and find out. Here I go! Which meant going down in my dressing gown with the catheter on display. Although at the time, this did not occur to me at all. (thanks, Doreen Dementia!) When I got down, and saw a stack of parcels left on the table near the door, some for me, and number 5 and 42 flats. It was when two ladies returning home came in, and I saw their faces as they looked at me, that I realised I had only got on the dressing gown and slippers! The kind ladies helped me with the parcels, one of them carrying one for me that would not fit on the three-wheeler walker. ♥ Bless Her! ♥
I’d ordered some giant cans of French Casserole. Citric Acid and vegan Bacon bits… Oh, and BBQ flavouring. I opened the boxes and got the waste I had made to the bin in the foyer. Then opened a can of the above meals… Of which five of the six cans had dents of varying degrees in them. Tsk! I got some potato chunks from the freezer and got them in the oven. Planning to add flavouring to the meal, then add the potatoes. Got the oven on the top heat setting, opened the can, and deposited the ingredients into the thick saucepan. It didn’t look particularly appetising to look at, but smelt rather delectable to me, anyway. 800grm of food, to which I added…
I settled into my crumbling rotting c1966. charity shop bought, the 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. With the intention of watching an episode of ‘Heartbeat’. Drifted off into sweet oblivion for about an hour. (Bliss!) pressing the door chime to release the tune “Oh, Susana” blasting into my face from the box opposite my location, bringing me back to the scary reality of my tormenting, , and torturing, plaguing real-time, and the actual reality that life’s quality is sinking fast. (Shame). Jozeph issued the medications, and . He enquired if I was cooking something cause he cols smell food burning… Potatoes; I’d left them in the oven – for over an hour!
Hobbling at warp-three to the kitchen, in a semi-panic, only to find that the potatoes were burnt… but to perfection, for me, just how I love them. A bit of good luck there; after so long, surely they should have been just cinders? Is the stove on its way out? Farewell to Jozeph or Jozef; I wish I could remember to ask him. Hehe!
On with the meal making such as it was. I’d added the tomato passata, basil, liquid smoke and liquid salt & vinegar earlier to let it marinate in the saucepan for a while to get the flavour. I served it on the tray and took a photo of the feast. But, into the ether, it went from the SD card. It must be something I’m doing wrong, surely for it to happen so often? I left half of the meal in the saucepan, intending to transfer it to a dish and put it in the fridge to have tomorrow – but changed plans when I went into the kitchen in the morning and found it had gelled together and did not smell too nice. So, I dished it. Huh, all that cost and effort as well! !
It was while eating and enjoying it that I could smell some burning? I returned to the kitchenette to check things. All seemed okay to me?
Back into the front room to have another session with the fodder… then I got a Peripheral Neuropathy delayed reaction; and felt the pain around my knuckles… Yes, I supposed must have burnt myself taking the potatoes out of the oven? This often happens to me. With the nerve ends, neurotransmitters are dying off (Peripheral Neuropathy). Sometimes, the supposedly instant transmissions from the nerve end to the brain get delayed. So literally, the brain did not get the message until much later.
This is the offending, oh, so painful right foot bottom. Where the yellow circle is, denotes where the pain is coming from. Despite Carers, two nurses, and three paramedics taking a look at it, they had no idea why I was in agony with it.
Chair, vacated by the morning Carer after giving me the medications nada checking the catheter. Checked the taps and stove; bless her!
To hate left from the kitchen window. And to the right…
The urine is a bit darker now… Flowing suddenly, and the bag is filling quicker than usual. A good sign… I think.
Sun out occasionally, no warmth with it mind.
Sun is out for an hour or so. took another shot. Bootiful sky!. Nice!
A decent-looking meal?. It was crap! Either my insides, Taste Buds, or whatever?
A sadly short sunset breakthrough… Went down so quickly tonight. Farewell…
I was still chesty and coughing. The foot & Catheter hurting. Fell blissfully asleep…
Carer Richard woketh me and sorted the Catheter Night bag. So tired and can’t remember much more… Zzzz
