– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – Hoping for a visit next week from a summat-therapist, phenomenologist, psychotherapist, psychoanalyst or whatever. Then I can… Ah, I’ve Gorrit! A Physiotherapist is being arranged by the Rehabilitation and FallsService. I can remember now the chap who called the other day showing concern over the state of my knees… at least, I think he did. Today was just as before, in and out of connection with reality. I worry terribly about this… then start fretting cause I can’t remember the name of the vitamins I’m told I am crucially (Not keen on that word!) short of on my last INR DVT Warfarin blood test results. Then, I forget about everything as I go into a mind blank or seizure, coming out with not a worry on my mind… until something is mentioned that starts the cycle again.
Up and down emotionally like a yo-yo.
I cannot recall making this order for Iceland at all! Obviously, it was me who made it, cause all my favourites were in it! Understand that this is my third food order this week! No Carer Kara to limit or check on things; she is off for two weeks on holiday. More of the regulars may be off, too. Because Carers from other establishments are calling. This tests my memory to its limits and beyond, trying to remember things that need doing on each visit. No idea if I’ve said right or wrong to the Carers; it’s frustrating. Back to the unwanted, unnecessary Iceland order… Got the bags into the kitchen. Lucozade treats, iced drinkie, bleach and what the heck was getting more pasta sauce in for? I’ve at least ten bottles on the shelf now! I suppose I could claim that can take the blame? Choca-blocker fridge! Unbelievable! I need help with this!
Trotsky held the advantage.
The NHS sent me a new ailment warning wristband. Any more, and I’ll run out of wrists to put them on. Hehe! Ah, well!
I found this one! Smug Mode Engaged!
THE MEAL.
A cold one. Orange and brown sliced tomato baguettes slathered with butterless salted butter.
Surimi slices, and sliced cold potatoes. Gorgeous!
I think Carers Chris & Victor called today, and some unknown ones.
Sister Jane called me… or did I call her? bled a lot and often. . And were busy giving me bother. But particularly painful was . I seem to be getting pains at the back of both cartilages recently. When walking or lifting either leg. Electric-like Peripheral Neuropathy pains in both ankles. All I can say is thank heavens that I am so pain-tolerant, brave, heroic and spit & laugh in the face of pain. Hahaha!
MORE BLANKS THAN MEMORIES I’m getting worried about these mini-periods of hypomnesia, obliviousness and remoteness. Or rather, worried about the increase in them. One action, In particular, I wonder if it happened or if I dreamed it.I’m not holding back, am I? Embarrassing in a way, but if writing about this prompts just one expert to comment with advice that I am capable of actioning, it’ll be worth it; my baring my humiliation. I recall getting my head down, feeling drained and chagrined with life and self-disesteemed. It felt like it took a while to get to sleep, with nocturnally present rampaging away… I’ve no idea what about. It seemed to me that literally, seconds later, I was in the wet room, getting the shaving tackle ready to use. The Protection Pants had been taken off, and the hot water tap was running in the sink. As I noticed the blood trickling down my legs from both , and , which is nothing unusual in itself. I realised what and where I was. And wondered as I checked the time, why the hell was I doing my ablutions at this ridiculous hour of the morning, 02:30hrs? Not one of my better days. Little did I know tomorrow was going to be worse! – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
Not a lot in the nocturnal pouch. Dark, too!
Took a failed photo through the kitchen windows..
Opened the windows and tried again. Not good.
Well, not so bad this time. I had to leave to go to the Throne.
Never mind. Back to the kitchen, determined to get a good photograph taken this time, but… How this was taken is a mystery to me. I thought I’d got a good grip of when I took it. Tsk! Another one that the Tate Gallery won’t be interested in.
Another false alarm! There was more white showing.
arrived at 0715hrs. He issued the medications, and started to get the diabetic socks and leg strappings on, and asked if the feet or legs were hurting; they were not, I said. Are you sure, he said? Yes, I said.
Well, just look at the state of yer ankles, mate, and the thighs are bleeding a little, too, as well!
I was amazed at the state of the ankles when she pointed them out, and he took a photo with for me. I took this one. took the slippers off, got the socks ready to go on, and pointed out to me that the toe ends were much whiter than yesterday. She was right, too. But at that time, there was no pain being felt at all? We got the socks and strappings on both legs, and she pointed out something again… the day bag, I’d only put on about an hour ago, was filled to the top! And once again, there were no pains from the flashback as there usually is? Could this be going to be a better day? I said! Maryham suggested that with your luck, it’s better not to be so optimistic. We did laugh! She even emptied the bag for me. Kind, attentive and always ready for a smile & laugh! Haha!
e checked the tap and cooker for me too, and she took the waste bag with her on departing.
The kitchen view had changed somewhat, glum!
I made a brew and took it to the computer. And got another call from Virgin Media. All they want to do is sell you something extra.
I’ll keep trying.
Or, just maybe I fell asleep in the computer chair? Came around or woke up. and had a hobble around the flat with , to get the blood flowing, cause now, , the feet and ankles were giving me some hassle. I took the above snap of the misty morning, well, it was well gone the morning now. Half an hour later, I took this one of the Bottom field, and tree copse.
Then as I settled again, chimed out. It was the dry eye sprays being delivered from Amazon. I still had a drop left of the old £8.69 Wilko one, but couldn’t resist trying the new one out. Made in China. The power of the spray jet sent the liquid all over my face. Hehehe! But they were only £4 a go.
The day pouch needed emptying. What a dark colour and filthy great stink as I emptied it. Phew!
A little rain fell with the odd flakes of snow in it. Noticed that the mud-slide was in the car park again. So, presumably, it must have been raining while I was out of things or asleep?
Then the Loperamide capsules were delivered. I got this brand cause they were cheaper than my usual ones. Not that I needed them now, not need to stop that which has suddenly stopped on its own. Hehehe!
Packed up on the computer. I went to put the oven on to heat up, and I took this better shot of the bottom field; the rain and snow had stopped now.
did his late visit. Got the diabetic socks and leg straps on for me, had some nibbles, and was off home; he looked tired.
Hello, playing again. I thought at first it might be who might have left something he needed in the flat, but no… It was the final delivery, the extra-long diabetic socks being delivered late. Not that it mattered. A pack of six pairs. I needed it due to the fact that the Carers lost my laundry; there were three pairs of diabetic socks in it, along with pyjama tops, ankle straps a pair of leg strapping, and a dressing gown. But I’m not the only client to lose their laundry. The Mysteries of Woodthorpe Court, with the hobgoblins, spectres, gnomai, phantasms, ghosts, grotesque succubae, extraterrestrials, ectoplasms, spirits, or the Fata Morganas that have been sent to taunt, irritate and steal peoples laundry, and to terminate my already limited saneness of mind? Hehehe! The Phantom Laundry Lifter of Woodthorpe Court!
After getting down in the c1968, tatty, scruffy, unkempt, uncomfortable, virus, microorganism, bug, bacterium, bacillus, germ, parasite producing, and disease-fermenting second-hand, eyesorely-horrendously grungy beige-coloured, £300, charity shop bought, crumb-retaining, moth-eaten, non-working, itch-encouraging, incommodious, Haemorrhoid Harold testing, catheter tube yanking, recliner, sleep was not an option. Two causes for this tonight. and old reliable .
Made a brew. The carer arrived; I forgot to ask them to take my laundry bag… again!
This’ll see me to the funeral.
That filled up quick again!.
Next, a box of catheters was delivered. Then, some spare straps.
I decided to have a snack, a meat pastie. I put it in the oven and returned to blogging. Two hours later, I smelt the burning. The top of the shortcrust pastry had literally exploded in the oven. Pain and effort were gone through to clean the mess up afterwards; it was taken matter-of-factly and light-heartedly. That was because today, the ups & downs periods continued, just the same as for the last four days. Shame, but the pie was well and truly beyond salvation or eating!
Blimey filled up again!
But I did get to do some crosswording. Started a new one and was doing well until a mind freeze developed and mental confusion reigned.
See the stain on the carpet? That was where the damned catheter had been leaking, for all the time I was merrily crosswording and waiting for the evacuation to develop, that never did! Humph!
I tried to take some decent shots of the evening view as I titivated the stew I was cooking. A bit wobbly this one!
Blimus! Filled again! But the colour was much lighter; I’d say it was a perfect number one on the NHS grading card!
I’m not sure why I made such a fowl-tasting bean stew. Make the regularly, but have never done one with such a terrible flavour? Eurgh! I managed a few spoonfuls and gave up as Carer Victor arrived. Got the ankle and neg straps removed. Took his BP & vitals. (They can’t touch me for it, Hahaha!)
Amalgamated the waste bins. Amalgamated, I like that word. Hehe!
And.
Legs creamed. Whoever mopped the floor last had put the mop away without washing it. So, (No cleaner this week, holidays?) I washed it and then tried to mop the floor a bit… Part-way through. Stung, then gave way. I pulled my back as I grabbed for the handrail, and that was the end of my mopping-up session. Then, I made sure of that. Got the new PPs on. After a struggle and a little foul language
Put some thick-skinned red potatoes in the crock-pot. Plan to have these later, with the smoked haddock and some garden peas. We’ll see how it goes. My EQ is telling me it will be messy for some reason? He’s rarely wrong.
Got the diabetic socks and leg straps on. He did a decent job of it. I asked him to take the laundry down for me, please.
I got the computer on, hoping to update yesterday’s blog without too many complications.
The JS order that was meant for next week arrived. I am worried about my constant cock-ups! Treats galore! The smoked haddock was the star of the delivery. I hope to follow Sister Jane and Neighbour Jenny’s instructions and make a decent meal with it. Why did I get Pickling vinegar? What did I think I was ordering? Has , along with finally taken over my brain? I just wondered. The fridge was near bursting point. (Wait until tomorrow?) Topped up the Nurses & Carers Treats shelves.
The smoked Haddock pack. The bottom of the smoked Haddock pack. Made this above to see the instructions clearly.
Pressed on with the blogging.
Trip number two.
Taken through the balcony windows.
Pressed on with the blogging. Well... I say blogging is more like correcting grammatical mistakes and fixing my corrections later. If you see what I mean?
I was surprised later to see how the mudslide was so big. I’m sure that we had less rain today.
I got the oven heating up and consulted my notes on cooking the haddock meal before starting on it… and a problem of sorts arose! I thought I’d got a roll of Asda Kitchen Foil out, and when I opened it up to judge the size needed for the haddock bits to go into… I observed it was, indeed, called not foil, but ‘baking parchment’? One side seemed to be foil, and the other was like brown paper? Which way around am I supposed to use it to wrap the fish? It was getting late now, but I tried ringing neighbour & friend Jenny and Sister Jane for advice on this cooking issue. But could not get through to either. So, decided to wrap it with the foil on the inside. I prepared everything and spotted a chimney fire through the window… Out came . They were not very good attempts, were they? Tsk!
I reconcentrated on cooking the meal. The fish needed 15 minutes in the oven, the potatoes needed to be taken out of the slow cooker and sliced, and the peas in the saucepan could go onto the plate. I’d been hoping but looking forward to this nosh since the delivery arrived. I put the dishes in the sink to soak as I went along. And Wallah! Got it served!
The fish might have been a smidge undercooked, but it was good enough for me. The lemon juice and butter came through in the taste. Two minutes into the eating… The landline burst forth. It was neighbour Jenny ringing back, cause she missed my earlier call. I wanted to get back to the meal but quickly asked her about the Baking, not aluminium foil. She’d never heard of it before. Bless her for ringing back. Back to the meal. Another two minutes later… The landline burst forth. It was Sister Jane ringing back, cause she missed my earlier call. I wanted to get back to the meal but quickly asked her about the Baking, not aluminium foil. She’s never heard of it. Then gave me instructions on how to cook the haddock. A little late, mind. Hahaha! Bless her for ringing back, too. The meal was as good as cold when I got back to it. Oddly, I still enjoyed it, even if not hot. Hehe!
Emptied the . I ventured into the kitchen to get the kettle on for a brew of Glengettie tea… but I didn’t make one as I got carried away when I saw the moon was clearly visible and fetched , I tried to take some decent shots on it… Oh, dearie, not only did catch me out, but as I tried again, burst into a lively few minutes worth of shaking! It may not resemble the planet, but I think this turned out to be an unintended masterpiece? Haha! I gave it one last chance, a distance shot.At least I got an identifiable one. But I was disappointed in not getting a close-up of it again.
Computer on. Within five minutes… .
Went on CorelDraw graphic making. Aha, the internet came back on its own accord! . Two minutes later. So, I had a go at turning everything off and restarting. Sure enough, within two minutes, it was back! Five minutes later… I gave up and tried to clean the oven up a bit. It’s surprising how my bad eyes can easily miss bits of dried-on gumph when scrubbing away in the oven.
Oiled the ear-holes.
Tried the computer again. Signal back on. I was so pleased that for the next 15 minutes, there were none of the Oligarchal failures. Then, as the Carer arrived… The wonderfully reliable, cheap, friendly people of s, did so again. Currently, failures stand at I’ve not recorded many because I had no internet to record them on. Hello…
I sorted out the waste bags. How bad this is!
Got some small potatoes on the crock-pot. I added a good splash of sea salt and a sprinkling of the gorgeous-tastingseasoning. Not unlike Worcestershire sauce, a little less intense, but the flavour lingers on the tongue more.
Gotten Himmel… Mostly liquid!.
Back on the computer… With the smoke & mirrors, number-crunching, fact-fiddling, giving me so much time to curse, spit and throw oaths and curses on them, it also gave me a chance to try to see why they are getting into, by investment or buying them out, so many, most if not all of the European internet suppliers. And yet, they are proving incapable of maintaining a service connection? And are they ruining the reputation of all suppliers? You see, I consider they are doing this on purpose. Their ulterior motive is still a puzzle to me. Not why they are doing this, that is plainly obvious; To Make Profit! Oddly, one of their other purchased companies, EE, along with BT (Liberty-Global now the biggest shareholder in them), Vodafone and ‘3’, had connections available at the top of the list this morning. (On the computer wifi-rota) after Virgin went for the fourth time? I clicked on the EE connection to see what’s available hourly, daily, or weekly for the appropriate rates. Further proof of the double-dealing, money-manipulating, by the esteemed Mike Fries, Chief Executive Officer and Vice Chairman of Liberty Global. Who took home a $64m salary plus bonuses in FY2, is behind the cunning plot to become financially focussed through blurring facts, figures, fallaciousness, fiendishness, foxy, and furtive by any means available to him! If they may read this blog for a laugh, note I have refrained from using fabricated, falsified, fictitious, flagitious, fibbed or flectional. Better let him know my dwindling bank balance is about what he earns in two minutes! Well, that’s for their lawyers if they decide to sue me, really)
s, as of 15:00hrs, stand at: .
After has been, I’m going to tackle the biggest job of any day… Getting a wash and shave! There is no showering today, not with the bandaging on my right leg. Joanne took off the strapping and diabetic sock for me from the left leg. Bless her cotton socks! ♥
Here goes, ♬Hi-Ho, Hi-Ho, it’s off to the wet room I go♬
It should be a quicker and safer task today. No need for me to get dressed afterwards… well, slippers, a quilt, and a dressing gown are all I shall adorn.
Also, with the right leg bandaging from the foot to above the knee, there shall be no showering. It’s just a stand-up jobbie. I was amazed when I found out it had taken me so long, but far less than when dressing and showering. The teeth and gums didn’t bleed… but that was likely because I forgot to clean them. Tsk! Shaving, just the one cut this time. It was only getting the PPs on that was any real bother. No falls or tumbles, mind you.
However, using the short picker-upperer, I caught the release valve on the Catheter bag, so I had to rewash the legs, carpet, and floor.
Got dressed & sorted. And got the computer on…
arrived. Issued the medications, and he was overjoyed at not having to do the task of Hehe!
He took a photo of the red eye so I could email it to the Doctor to get out of Monday’s appointment. I just don’t like the idea of using four buses with the associated risks to get there & back. He took the laundry down for me and returned 6 minutes later with the bag. The laundry dryer was not working. Humph!
Am I lucky or what? The next occurrence will clarify that question for us all. I went to open another bottle of pink soda water to assist the bladder… As I unscrewed the cap, a third of the contents sprayed out! Onto the computer keyboard, the leg bandaging, the recliner, the clean dressing down and my chest, face and hands, and the carpet, for many feet away! I despair!
Now Firefox has gone down again! I’ll try to get the pics on then to send it.
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I have to live with them. Little clandestine plea for sympathy there, Sorry. – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
Morning…
Kitchen views Why the difference?
The Iceland order, that I put in for a delivery next Tuesday, arrived today. Thus the incogitable, never-ending, for this lucky young lad, (Hehe!) Cock-Ups began!
Most of the cost went on drink rather than food. Still, the nurses and Carers will be right for treats over the year’s end. No, I was wrong; I meant Sainsbury’s, not Iceland. Helpers & Carers bubble box refilled. They like these treats.
Drizzling this morning. I’ll try to keep my eye out for any of the seagulls that go on the hunt today.
The rain persisted as I went to get the ablutions done. What a change! Constipation Conrad gets the upper hand after the six-day reign of Trotsky Terence! The Cock-Ups Continue!
The ablutionings took me well over 2 hours again. All the usual pains and hassles, which you must be sick of hearing about by now, so I’ll not list them. Just mention that the leg’s water geysers were leaking thin blood today?
I got everything needed after a ten-minute search to find the list I’d made and had to rush a bit to get down to the lobby, for the Easy Link bus due in ten minutes. Thoughtfully taking the crossword book with me in case there would be any long waits at the clinic. The Cock-Ups Continue!
The gal was late arriving, so I got the crossword book out. But I forgot to take a pen with me! Humph! The Cock-Ups Continue!
Carole arrived, and we had a natter, as she took the money from my pocket to pay for the trip and got me belt-buckled. And off we started… But only got about 200 yards, when I realised that I had not taken the hearing aids with me! So, she turned around at the mini-island and back to the flat for me to get up and retrieve the aids, back down and out to the bus again. The Cock-Ups Continue!
On the ride to the hospital, . I was taking a photo through the bus window, as we went over the speed bumps on Woodborough Road a little too fast…and started bleeding in response to my bum lifting off the seat for each of the eleven-speed bumps, and thudding back down on the hard seat.Obviously, this did not bother me, an ex-Boys Brigade member, and acne sufferer. Hahaha! I did manage one more photo.
We arrived just in time for the appointment after all that, but with the currently stinging state of , and , I was now having to put with joining in, so was a little late by the time I’d got into the clinic waiting hall. The Cock-Ups Continue!
I went to the reception desk and was told, in a voice that threatened no mercy, and little like Clint Eastwood’s through the teeth, ‘Go ahead, make my day!’ So I took a seat. I got the crossword book from the walker… but could I find the pen? No! The Cock-Ups Continue!
I was called in and followed the man through a maze of Victorian passages to his toilet-sized room. He vacuumed out the ear wax; it took him a while. Told me to book an appointment for the hearing test to be done. Thanked him and nervously approached the reception. Then I had a bit of a session, and am not sure how, but I ended up with a letter appointment, for two days time at the clinic… but not for the hearing test, but with a Dementia Team Supervisor? What! I know I was not feeling up too much and at the same time as talking to the receptionist, . But what the hell went on to get me this appointment? Puzzled, I sat down to have a think. While it suddenly dawned on me, I have an appointment with the Doctor on the same day and time as in the appointment letter, and would surely not be able to get a lift with such short notice anyway. The Cock-Ups Continue! I gave up, and thought it best to ask the driver of the bus; if they could get me a lift, and then I could cancel, or rebook the doctor’s visit, I’d forgotten why I was going anyway. Then I realised it was time for her to collect me, and made my way outside, taking some photos whilst waiting. She was half an hour late arriving. Outside the Ropewalk clinic. As it was a little cold and damp out there, I turned to go back inside to continue the wait… The Cock-Ups Continue! As I went through the waiting room door; . I felt the catheter pouch dropping down my leg, trapping itself in between the trousers and The Cock-Ups Continue! It was unknown to me, whether the bag had leaked or the valve come open on my or not, cause I wouldn’t have left the urine if it had… not until I saw it running out on the floor. ! I tried to look casual, as I limped with the three-wheeled walker to the back of the room, then went right, along another Victorian-style passage, and found the sign for the gents. No one was in, and I had a devil-of-job getting the trousers down to get at the to find no damage or leaks, Phew! I distinctly recall thinking at that time, as I was getting my leg up to release the nearly full bag into the WC… precariously, that not everything I do is doomed. and I very nearly went into a … but cancelled it! The Cock-Ups Continue! While emptying the catheter bag, gave way, and there was no avoiding it, I fell sideways… in between two Victorian-styled hand basins, which were sturdy enough for me to use to keep my elephantine body from ending up procumbent. However, and Chloe & Carol were all rather annoyed at my landing on the knees. Showing this in their usual painful style. Then I had to clean up the WC and floor, using up the closet’s entire stock of hand towelling. I cleanedp up the bleeding as best I could, and told a lady I’d used up all the hand towels. The Cock-Ups Continue!
Red-faced and feeling guilty and a pillock, I went out to the front of the clinic again. The lift had not yet arrived. Took this shot of the basement from the entrance. Then the one above & below of the signage. Interested in seeing the yellow message: NUH Glaucoma Service? I’ll look up NUH… Ah, Nottingham University Hospitals!
The gal arrived. I was still partly in a… what can I say? Erm, A corroboree, confusion, mayhap even a semi-panic over the visitations calamities that left me a dithering mental wreck. I asked her, stutteringly and rambling if she would please use my mobile to ring to see if they could fit me in for two days time for a lift. It was obvious by her facial reaction that I had no chance, but bless her, she rang them anyway ♥. No-Go! The Cock-Ups Continue! She went in with me to explain to the reception chappie about no lift being available. The man was not happy, and I was getting more agitated with things, and so angry that I could not recall what happened during my two unwanted, and prayed I’d not missed anything important, that I need to remember later.
The Cock-Ups Continue!
I shall have to stop here. May not get back on again. Firefox playing up AGAIN!
Kara gave me 15 minutes today, I was so confused, I can’t recall anything she said, but know she’s tried to help ♥. I do recall these oven-cooked Cumberland sausages. With caramelised onion! Taste: 9/10!.
FUN QUESTION REVEALED That should have been neither.
What a slog of a day. Confusion, delusion, disappointment, a memory blank or two, and forever sort of in semi-control, couldn’t-care-less, and or Fretting about having nothing to fret over modes.Honestly, I worry about myself at times, then sink into an almost, but not quite there, semi-accepting-everything without bothering period.And even with the Carers and the nurse calling, I spent far too long on this blog. But enjoyed it… apart the the self-detrimental and imitation happy-go-lucky periods. Which were all mingled together at times. Talk about up & down! Humph!.
04:45hrs: Great colour this morning. I felt tired out still, and had to encourage myself to escape the c1966, £300 Oxfam charity shop bought, second-hand, itchy, wincingly grotty, beige coloured, crumb-covered from my nocturnal nibblings, itch-making, uncomfortable, positively unhealthy & dangerous, no longer operational, virus-breeding, easy-to-fall-out-of catheter-tube-trapping, recliner. Caught my balance, and began to revert to my usual morning state of confusion and more confusion.
Ablutions and the first of the four visits to the Throne. Each event was of a similar nature. Apart from this first evacuation, that is. I think a slow starter? Yet I could feel the bubbling and brewing from within, and I fully anticipated the usual of late, ‘Splushes-Splashes’ and all-done routine in seconds. But No! I spent several minutes counting the cracks on the ceiling, and then I got the crossword book and spent ages on them. Not that I got many answers in, but enjoyed it all the same. Then, the motion started and finished in seconds. Why the delay, I don’t know, I’m sure.
The legs are getting fatter at the top, and the left is thinner at the bottom.
I must report that the getting rather annoying, and bothersome is getting uncomfortable and causing lesions on the skin? With
Waste bags were collated. And left in the hallway close to the front door for collection by the kind carer. At this stage, I had a little bother when suddenly gave up the ghost momentarily. But being in the hallway was a help, as I could reach and use the walls to prevent any tumbling onto the floor. Yes, I had not taken a stick with me. Tsk! Lucky really!
I took this with the window open from inside the balcony, at the right end, facing North, towards Daybrook, Arnold and eventually Mansfield. The rain was coming, and the mudslide growing. Then some snaps of the weather, and views from the kitchenette windows. But I did my bestestist! Hehe!
The weather made getting a decent shot taken rather difficult. Yes, they were not so good either today. Why? I’ve no idea. So I cleaned the glasses later & washed the eyes.
Returned to close the balcony window I’d left open. (The rain & wind coming in prompted me to! Hehe!) And spotted a new vehicle in the car park from the earlier photo. So took this shot with it in. A motorbike, paramedic, or police possibly?
Either way, not a good sign.
This may have been a mistakenly taken picture?
The last view of my leg’s condition was before the District Nurse arrived minutes later. bless her cotton socks, to sort me out with new paraphernalia straps & bandages!.
The arrival of any nurse always cheers up near toothless Inchy! Haha!
The nurse had brought a lot of new gear to use on me again today. I felt so cared about! I was smiling, joking and in fine mental form… Honestly!
More spare compression bandages and lesion pads. A big bagful. It looks to me like it will be a long job anticipated in getting the legs sorted out? A new black wind-on compression sock.The nurse first removed the bandage from the right leg. I loved the ridges it had left on the skin, and I asked her if she’d take a photo of it, for me to use on the blog. She took the two above for me. You can see how well the compressioning had reduced the fluid. content of the right leg! She then put on the black leg support on the left leg. This will need changing every so often and washing.
Watching the Angel fit it, was such a complicated procedure. I don’t think the Carers will not be able to do it without much further instruction.Before doing this, she took a snap of the leg with (above left). With newankle ulcers forming. The black compression sock did not show up in this photo. I thanked her most-muchly; she said she, or someone would be back next Tuesday to check things out and make any changes needed. ♥
On my fourth visit to the , or rather, after my fourth visit, I realised that the olive oil dropper bottle was nearly empty. So I meandered wobblingly into the kitchenette, and started searching (I never found it) for the mini cone out. (Found some on eBay and ordered them, free delivery from China?) played dead for a few seconds… this time she got me – Crunched down on the hard floor, but the helped soften the blow. And there was no damage caused to anything, other than my knee. Hehe!
Discombobulated, I closed the computer and got a very much-belated, but needed 4-hour-leg-up-session in the £300 second-hand shop purchased, c1966, welt-causing, uncomfortable, not-working, itch-inspirational, crumb-containing recliner. Waking up a few hours later, I decided to have my second mug of tea of the day. Utilising , and carefully taking this shot from the kitchen window, of the fast-disappearing sun. Not too bad an effort.
Got some nosh done. Potato Cakes, the last of the sweet Jenny-donated tomatoes, and some pickled beetroots. Which were unfortunately rock hard! I tried two and had to dish them; the rotting teeth couldn’t cope with them. Hobbled into the kitchen to get the washing up done. Checked that the taps (Faucets) were turned off, and no hobs, slow cooker or oven had been left on. I returned to the recliner, looked at the Freeview schedule, and found that I could now watch two episodes of ‘Heartbeat’ and ‘Cracker’ on the same channel straight after each other. An entertainment feast for me! Huh! I don’t know how I do it… I drifted off at the first set of adverts, and woke 4-hours later when the credits were scrolling at the end of the second ‘Cracker’ episode! Someone asked me last week, “Do you watch a lot of television now you’ve got the time?”
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – Woke in the usual jerking fashion. I am concerned about getting things done in time and in the correct order for the trip to the EENT hospital and, if possible, getting the Wednesday blog finished and posted to give me a chance to make a start on today’s blog, tonight. That doesn’t read right, does it? Grabbed the Kodak and took some shots of the legs & feet. I think I took this one by mistake… A close-up of the feet showed they were still of a different colouration to each other. The ankle ulcer looks like it just might be coming back again. Nothing new there! Removed the night pouch from the day bag. 03:25hrs: I was up and ready to take on the world… well, I felt okay compared to the last two mornings. The thought of getting out into the world from this flat possibly encouraged me, although I am still concerned about whether or not they will do the Cataract procedure. Odds at 50/50 methinks, if the Blepharitis has not cleared up. Please be cleared up! Off to the wet room to get the ablutioning done. This took me an hour and a half. The shaving did not go well. Cuts and a terribly bad job done, too. Humph!
All done, although not successfully, I decided to take some photos from the hallway when I got out of the wet room. Outside the wet room. Hallway end rubbish and the three-wheeled-walker. That’ll need sorting with the things I need to take with me. To my right, the kitchenette. Ott he waste bag sorted and put near the front door.
Carer Richard arrived. He’s nearly done; just a few more calls to make. He looked weary to me.
Did some blogging with Went down six times in half an hour.
Readied the three-wheeler, and got dressed, then had a quick rinse in the wet room. Emptied the catheter pouch before leaving the flat. Don’t want to get caught out! – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – Awaited the Link lift in the foyer. The day’s events… Set off to wait for the minibus. We arrived eventually, as we were taking a scenic route so the driver could pick up another passenger en route on Derby Road from a care home. No photos cause I was belted in and could not get at Kodak Kevin in the trolley.
Only managed to get one photo inside the EENT. It was a busy visit this time. I started by going to the wrong reception to sign in… Someone saw me looking lost, and I showed her the paperwork, which did not mention the ‘D’ floor. I should have gone up to the ‘D’ floor, so I went up to the ‘D’ floor.
The lady took me into a waiting area, where I waited. A small room with a TV on, only one free seat, where I sat, and my three-wheeled Trolley blocked the other patient’s view of the TV. I got the crossword book out. Later, I was collected and taken through another waiting area into a room to have the eye tested for Blepharitis and signed a form consenting to the operation. Then, back to the small waiting area, where the patients were all watching the TV – but had to sit on the same seat as before and block their view again. I mentioned en route, that my catheter bag was getting full.
Next, another nurse collected me, taking me into the big waiting area. The lady reviewed the details and asked many questions about my health and living habits? No idea why, but I told her the truth. She made up two different wristbands and put them on me… She noticed the Warfarin tab, then went through all the others I’d got on We then went through each one. She decided that because I didn’t know the last blood test INR level, she took me to the DVT Anticoagulation place, insisting she take me in a trolley seat. Leaving Three-Wheeled_Walker Walter at the mercy of the honesty of the others still waiting. I mentioned en route that my catheter bag was getting full. The DVT Anticoagulation took the test, and it returned much lower than it has been lately. Which was good!
I was pushed back to the large waiting area and got the crossword book from the trolley, but not for long. Another nurse arrived, a lovely lady, took me into another small room and questioned me about who diagnosed the Cognitive Impairment. I told her about Highbury Hospital, Adult Mental Care, and how they changed their mind to CI from Dementia. She showed interest in this, and another nurse was summoned and asked me more questions. Where do you live? Why are you not walking soundly? Told them of the Peripheral Neuropathy. They wondered where this was confirmed and what tests were done. I told them, by the neurologists at the Mary Potter Center.
The first nurse returned and went back to the other large waiting area. Where what was going to happen was explained to me. Then, the anaesthetist joined us in the waiting area. They told me that because the left eye had nuclear & cortical cataracts, they would inject different local anaesthetics in both regions. Oh. Good!
Back to the small waiting area. Still only the one seat available for me to use, the TV blocker! I think I heard the groans when they saw me coming back in! Hehehe! But not for long; I was walked into the operating area five minutes later.
Inserting the local anaesthetics was much more painful than when I had the other eye done. But I had been warned. The procedure made me jump a smidgeon on a couple in quick succession, and I was rightly reprimanded and told not to move. It took a lot longer than the right eye.
A lady escorted me back to the larger waiting area, where I was given a biscuit and mug of tea. I couldn’t drink the weak, warm, tasteless tea, but thankfully, I dunked the two biscuits in it. Hehe!
There was no chance of seeing the crossword clues, so I sat and analysed those around me. There were around 12 other after-procedure patients, many with carers and family with them.
The time was getting close to the arranged pick-up from Easy-Link. So I got up and tried to work out the way back to the lifts, and a nurse asked me… “Whatever are you doing?” I’m off. I said! “You’ve not been released yet!” I apologised. She got me the needed paperwork, eye drops and instruction notes. While doing this, I suffered a rather perky but short-lived , which drew a lot of attention to me. Nurses came out of the woodwork to see if I was alright and were amazed when I told them I get these almost daily; they can have me over, give me a tumble, but this one was nae bother; I’d the reception desk to cling onto. The nurse rattled out instructions to me about tending to the eye. At least I think that was what she was saying. She then escorted me to the lift and the main doors. Bless her cotton socks!
Arrived as I was leaving the building. Spot-on! Following are the photographs I took through the windows of the minibus. Where memories were prompted, I’ve revealed them. Haha! Leaving the hospital to Lenton Lane.
Towards Derby Road.
Side street off Derby Road.
Another side street off Derby Road.
Derby Road nearing Canning Circus. I spotted that the old TA HQ was abandoned, vandalised, and very sad. Not that my memories of that building are anything worthwhile; I only visited it twice. But it brought back the days of my youth and my signing on… the best thing in my life up to then! Great fun and well-paid!
Huntingdon Street into the city.
Above & below… The oh, so changed Shakespeare Street. The long-gone fire station and another abandoned building.
Left onto Mansfield Road.
A little further up…
Last Mansfield Road shot as we turned right into Woodborough Road. I recalled the old days with the trolleybuses. Even the blue-coloured Notts & Derby trolleybuses ran this route.
Huntingdon Street.
Mapperley Tops.
As the rain came, the chap dropped me back at the flats.
I got swiftly out of the rain and into the foyer.
Taking this selfie in the lift on the way up. With taking this in the reflection of the shiny wall, I thought at first they’d done the wrong eye for me. Hehehe!
I got inside, put the trolley in the corner, and emptied urine pouch. I was sorting out what Carer Kara needed for the medical changes – the eye drops starting again, the hospital’s instruction, and a copy to go to the doctor. Put the drops on the Carers table along with notes. As I went to get the drops from the three-wheeler, Carer Marie came in the door. I explained about the eye drops starting over again. Then she issued the medications for me. Nice gal.
I got on with updating this blog. Up to now, the smoke & mirrors number-benders, known as… and… have only been down for…
I got this far and then got a nosh prepared… For hungry I am!I took the photo with the SD card left in the computer reader slot. It looked fantastic on the Kodak screen. Carer Marie read the instructions on the ready meals, both three minutes, in the microwave, so that made it easier. But they came out well undercooked. Horrible! Taste Rating: 1/10! Made up for this with some bags of cheesy curls, a banana and an iced lolly.
Soon settled in the c1966, £300 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, and sleep came easily – No nocturnal Thought Storms!
Each time I shot awake, the eye was more painful. Humphs!
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – THANK YOU I’d spent the best part of the night working away trying to catch up with yesterday’s WordPress blog. Eventually, I got it finished this morning around 07:30hrs.Then made last night’s meal, Hehe! I may have nodded off while eating it a few times. I later found some potato cubes in the dressing gown pocket, in my belly folds, and on the £300 second-hand shop purchased, c1966, welt-causing, uncomfortable, not-working, itch-inspirational, crumb-containing recliner cushion. I put the tray on the Carers table; I recall getting one of them ; the next thing, I was waking, having a renewal of consciousness, rejuvenescence, from my preciously short kip of about an hour – in the usual fashion. shuddering, flapping, threshing about and blurry-eyed.
Kitchen morning view on rising. Newly spotted legs. Mullti-coloured feet and toes? and Swelling up again.
First of the two brews allowed… Nice!
. Went to turn the computer on, and found that I’d not turned it off! However, for the first time in months, the internet was working frost time! But not for long, about eight minutes… Got the Tuesday blog finalised and sent off.
Carer Shaquille arrived. He changed the day pouch for me. Medications were given, and a brief natter was enjoyed.
Started this blog off. But…
Window shot to the left. Then to the right.
Kara Kara Called; she was doing the two calls, financial and normal medicationings together today. She said she’d ring Virgin about a new package and getting the box sorted out. We were on the phone for an aeon… sorting out the package, and waiting for the technician to come on the line. Even I heard some of the canned music being played with the phone on hands-free. While waiting what seemed an hour, but couldn’t have been, I realised that Kara had phoned on the Virgin number, not the free 150 from Virgin lines… this call is going to cost me a fortune!Argh! Eventually, they agreed a deal. I was not fully compus-mentis of what was happening, but have faith in Kara.All sorted for me! Kara wrote it down for me. New package; £42.79, for six months, then it’s going up to £56.59. As Kara needed to go, she found a letter on the floor, and I asked her to open it, which she did. I got confirmation from Age UK that my insurance had been paid. Thanked her and off she shot. Hehe! ♥ Lost without her help.
This may have helped the incompetent, figure-rustling and manipulative Smoke & Mirrors ladies & gentlemen at , who are buying up or into so many internet companies and keeping this quiet, to be actually working! I wonder what their cunning plan is with all the invested-in and bought-out internet companies they have got in with? Liberty acquired German company Unity-Media in November 2009 for $5.2 billion. 2010 Liberty sold its stake in Jupiter Telecommunications, a Japanese telecommunications services provider. In January 2013, Liberty Global raised its stake in Belgium-based Telenet from 50.2% to 58%. Liberty Global operates through the following subsidiaries and shareholdings: All3Media (50% ownership with Warner Bros. Discovery), ITV plc (United Kingdom) (9.9% shareholding) Platforma Canal+ (Poland) (17% ownership), Sunrise UPC (Switzerland) (100% ownership), Telenet (Belgium) (58% ownership). UPC Broadband, UPC Slovakia, Virgin Media Ireland Limited, Virgin Media Television, Virgin Mobile. Virgin Media O2 (70% ownership), O2 UK, GiffGaff 65% ownership, Tesco Mobile (50% ownership). Virgin Media Limited (UK), Virgin Media Business Limited, Virgin Mobile (UK), Vodafone (8.9% owned), VodafoneZiggo (50% ownership), Vodafone Netherlands, Ziggo, Ziggo Sport, Ziggo Sport Totaal, and Telefónica. Mike Fries is the Chief Executive Officer and Vice Chairperson of Liberty Global. He took home $62m in FY2, plus a guaranteed percentage of shares. Just how can the lad be expected to run an internet service that works, on such a paltry wage? Surely, his number-crunching, figure-shuffling, securities broker-expert is worth more?I feel so sorry for him. Jealousy may be involved here! Hahaha! I like him, & his good looking, Mafiosa face.
Went off on a tangent there, didn’t I? Sorry!
No Domestic lady called again, (holiday catch-up for the gal) and I was not up to cleaning with all the worry over the cataract and glaucoma procedure, and getting things ready for it.
Aha, I felt a movement from within there. Time to visit the for another go… Cor!
Got on with computing. I was getting hungry after she’d gone. Got the Tuesday blog finished & sent sent off to WordPress. Did some work on this blog, then got some nosh going. Bit of a bigger nosh tonight. Sliced potatoes roasted, garden peas, a soy burger, fancy strawberry-filled pastry (Not that there was much filling in it, mostly pastry, disappointed in this one), and a banana to finish off with. Taste Rating: 6.8/10.
Carer Benjamin arrived after I’d eaten the feast and just fell asleep. He was on his last call and looked a little weary.
No tablets or medicine were needed. He attached the night pouch to the . Insisted he took a can of his choice on his way out with him.
Nodded off again, and the landline flashed! It was the doctor’s surgery with the new Warfarin doses after the blood test. The INR level had gone up a little. I changed the doses on the Carers book to the new doses. Zzz!
Amazing… Green fluid from the bleeding teeth? Medicationings Germoloid and Germolene tubes getting near to empty. The Sudocrem substitute used is not too bad, but it has no cooling qualities and is a little greasy. The usually dithering session over which of the Protection Pants to put on. Used the smaller Asda unisex ones! The ends of the toes are going properly white now?
Tea for two, well, just for me, I made a brew
Blepharitis gel and eye spray applied
Kitchen morning view
Waste bags sorted out
View of the balcony from indoors. Went onto the balcony to take this car par shot of the excellently parked vehicles. Then, I spotted a Carer parking up and walking into the flat. I took this quick picture through the glass to catch him… What a terrible photo! He looks like a transparent ghost in this picture. Wonder who it is? Hahaha!
Off to the . With these results…
with a rattling good contribution by suddenly attacking me in unison. I was mentally immobilised for hours. I seriously thought of pressing the wrist alarm… but knew they could do nothing… it was birthed by and the dying-off . It has never lasted this long before, though. I moved from the computer to the £300 second-hand shop bought, c1966. moth-eaten, cringingly-beige coloured, grotty, bedraggled, dilapidated, crumb-containing for my nocturnal nibblings, bug-ridden, itch-inspiring, not working recliner, to await the ailments stopping. Which they did eventually, bo so slowly. Two Carers called, not that I was with it enough to remember much. But they came, cause I saw they had signed the call log when I improved enough to get up for a wander around to see how things reacted. Another weird thing, after I’d been sat down for a few minutes, I had a cracking, body-shaking, violent ; and this is only the second time I’ve had one of these while sat down. Things seem to settle after a little hobble about with . But I’d lost a heck of a long time for doing the blogging… again!
I was with it all right when the night Carer Altere arrived. Took these early evening cloud shots decent enough… Amazing, the black and then white cloud formations tonight!
No chance to get this blog started, so did it early in the morning. Although I didn’t get any sleep during my hours resting, I still felt so tired.
Got the meal prepared, a nice, easy-to-make one. Tomatoes, instant mash with some Leicester cheese added to it, and the battered balls were done in the air-fryer. It may have been because I was feeling so much better than I did earlier, but I really enjoyed this little dish. Taste: 8.4/10!
The Carer kindly washed the bowl for me.
After I thanked him and he left, I spotted this view, that demanded to be photographed!
Brilliant! Even if I do say so myself!
I soon fell asleep. I woke up early (03:30hrs) and made a start on this blog at long last.
