Testing. Lighter than it was, I used the flash in error
A smidgeon of rain again last night. Judging by the mudslide?
Front car park – made a mess of this one. Blame .
Kitchen window shot to the right. The kitchen window shot to the left.
A later through-the-balcony shot. Mudslide drying up quickly.
CorelDrawing, Odeing, then blogging for four or five hours. Carers called. Nor phone calls, No Texts, no other callers. And… this is true! Guess what went down only three times in well over six hours?
Mug of Thompson Punjana tea… and a pot noodle!
After the midday Carer, Rhamat called; she bought my laundry bag, bless her, as I was about to post the finished blog for yesterday to WP.
Now, time for the dreaded full-service Shave, shower, nasal spraying, teggies, Germolene, Germoloid, Corticoid creaming of , Eye drops, and . Pain Gelling of , , and medicating the tube that is stuck in Little Inchy’s protuberance. (I cringed when I wrote that, you know!) Then when dried off with the towel, that came back from the laundry still damp earlier, Sprinkle some aftershave to stop the inevitable cuts and nicks I’ll get shaving. A splash-over with the Brut, eye-drops… Oh, I may use the as well… it’s overdue! I May Be a While...Hahaha!
I’m back – it didn’t go very well! Certainly not as planned or hoped for. ① I thought I was in need, at long last, of the . I was wrong. I realised this after about 5 minutes of astronomically induced amounts of spurting (the pot noodle?) winds finally ended. I gave up!
② Got the teeth done; results can be seen above after I’d got dressed, 2 hours later, abluted! Haha!
③ Shaving: I dropped the canister of shaving foam, and it (as dropped things usually do for me) bounced off the side of the sink and fell right on the worst toe possible; My!!!
④ Getting into the bowl of water to do my feet medicationalisationing – I got a !
⑤ Into the shower, got the heat right, and dropped the shower gel bottle. I needn’t tell you what it landed on. OUCH!
⑥ My final occurred; I head-butted the shower power box. Getting a tiny little scar for the cut that I accrued. Tsk! I did the medicationalisationing without any further injuries being suffered!
⑥ However, there was a late . Getting the Depend Protection pants on, I had a wobble getting the left leg into them. And against the floor cabinet corner… but remained on my feet!
I had to put the still-damp returned dressing gown on, as it was the only one thick enough to wear, as the weather had suddenly changed. The wind was howling now. It suddenly went dark when Carer Benjamin had been here for five minutes. As he left, I took this snap from the kitchen window. As I opened those mentioned above, I thought I would get blown over, so strong was the wind. Murky?
Later one… As I began preparing the late nosh…
Nosh Sorted! Prettily presented plate of provender…
Simply battered balls and potatoes. No-Butter butter and BBQ sauce, put on each half a potato with a bit of salt and vinegar on the battered No-Fish fish balls. Bootiful! Taste Rating 808/10! Ate it all up, put the empty food tray on the carers table, and fell into a deep sleep! Not for long, though…
Carer Richard arrived to sort me out. Although, at the time, I recall only wanting to get back to my precious, in short-supply sleep. Hehe! A STROKE OF LUCK!(At Last!). Tonight, finally, after a week and two days, of farting about trying to get the Blepharitis Gel tube to work properly… It dawned on my impaired brain what I was doing wrong! How the heck? I didn’t realise it before; it beats me! I’d tried to apply it to the eye pad like you would with a standard toothpaste tube. Then understood I had to press the thingamabob at the top to release the gel. ! Ah, well!
As usual, being woken up again was no longer interested in letting me get back to my much-needed sleep. Humph! I nearly reached a state of stupefaction a few times, but on every occasion this happened, I’d burst awake with jolting, jarring, buffeting, twitch, tremor, juddering, judder! So, I cursed a little and gave up any idea of getting any sleep. And turned on the TV. To find that replay football matches were on the channel. This comforted me; the first of the new seasons’ Premiership League game highlights were showing. The first match was Chelsea v Liverpool. I nodded off into the land of nod in the game’s first minute. Waking up with the regulation shuddering, flapping, and threshing about. Waking as the programme was finishing to realise I’d missed three other matches as they displayed the results as the programme closed Spent what was left of the morning failing to get to sleep. At least the darned left me alone.
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I managed not to leave the hot water tap running last night adopted! However, I did leave the oven on a high setting after making the meal later on for three extra hours. Certainly warmed up the flat! I ate the terrible meal and fell asleep 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.
Cock-up with the morning medications. Usually, I’d just take them and swallow them, but spotted what looked like a Warfarin in the pot, and remembered they are nighttime only. I realised also that the tablet Finasteride, for reducing my prostate size so I might be able to see of my own accord through Little Inchie, is a morning one, but it didn’t look like them? I discovered a strip of Warfarin tablets was put back in the Finasteride box!
Well, at least I know why the DVT nurse, and then the Doctor had called me asking if I am taking the right doses, cause my IRN level was dangerously high – now I know why.
I put the Warfarin back in the Warfarin box. Confusing for the Carers with all the changes in dosages, and change of eye drops. Although, I have to put them in and on myself. I just ask that the Carers make sure I don’t forget to. I got a letter today from the EENT, telling me to make sure I put the Bethpa Gel in twice a day for certain, but not on the day of the operation. “Failure to do this may result in your operation being cancelled by the surgeon on the day”. The presence of Blepharitis increases the risk of infection. What, me…Worried? Onwards…
04:50hrs: Sleep was resistant again. Removed the night pouch, initially with ease… As I got up right after bending, two of my ailments had a go at me at the same time. and . I ended up falling backwards, onto the £300, second-hand, decrepit, Haemorrhoid Harold-testing, sleep-deterring, nauseatingly beige-coloured, not-working, recliner, with a hell-of-a-thud! Within a minute or so, I whipped off the dressing gown and had my PPs down. Only to discover that Poor old , onto the Protection Pants, the new dressing gown and trickling down the back of my legs! I used the ready torn-off kitchen towelling to clean things up a bit. No Germoloiding yet, as my plan was to get an early ablutioning session and also needed the Porcelain Throne. I wrapped the bloodied stuff and pants wrapped in a blue bag and put them in the waste bag. Then off to the wet room. The saving I thought went well this morning, until I felt the chin and neck… Made a mess of it. Tsk! Showering, and the blood started pouring again. It reminded me of that horror film, erm… can’t remember the name now. Had a good long clean up, and I enjoyed it too. Glad to say that soon stopped leaking. Started to dry off, and I thought I heard someone knocking on the front door; went to check, but no one was there. Back in the wet room, I could not find the white towel I’d started to use? Nor my spectacles. Another of the mysteries of Woodthorpe Court, with the hobgoblins, spectres, gnomai, phantasms, ghosts, the grotesque succubae, extraterrestrials, ectoplasm, spirits, or the Fata Morganas, that have been sent to taunt, irritate and terminate my already limited saneness of mind? Where was the damned towel? I thought maybe I’d taken it with me to the door? Went to check, Nope! When I got back again, I spotted the towel! Well, without my glasses on, the towel sort of blended into the white of the WC. Haha! Which spurred on the need for the
My rear-end Whoopsiedangleplops was tended to first. Not bleeding now, but tender to touch or sit down for a while. Hehe! The ointment eased things considerably for me. Areas attached to , knees, and around the privates’ department were well-smeared. Little was painfully creamed. (It always is!) . The more delicate parts were Terbinafined! The ears were Olive Oiled. A quick splash of aftershave stopped the cuts from bleeding!
All done!
Shots from the balcony. A bit of drizzling. This one was taken through the glass.
Methinks the front room needs tidying up?. So, I did!
Back into the wet room to have another look for the missing long-distance spectacles.
The Carer arrived. (See Warfarin problem above)
. Afternoon views. I’m sorry that this driver is not aware of what double-yellow lines mean? . Had some rain while I’ve mean busy making mistakes and errors on this blog. Mudslide growing?
. I got on with the pod-pea-shelling. . Had a pee on the floor at the same time. Actually, 11 of them. 3 are still AWOL!
I’ve been noting the Oligarchs failing on the notepad. Gone down again. It now stands at… .
15 minutes later as the next Carer called… .
Eventually got the last blog posted.
At 16:50, the caring considerate, compassionate, kind… Got back online. For 20 minutes, then… Failed once again. Weekend innit?
Got the last of the eye treatments done… well, there is just one dose of the spray in each eye to do.
Then I got the nosh sorted out. It looked okay, and smelt nice… but was The potatoes were tasteless, with far too much garlic. The chunks were also bland and tough to chew! Ruined the meal! But the peas were okayish. The beetroot and tomatoes were grand tasting! Flavour-Rating: 503/10!
After the last Carer calling…
I went to check on the cooler and taps being turned off, This turned out to be a bad decision! I had, what I consider to be one of my worst (Most Painful) ever, . I used so much bad language and got a sore throat afterwards! I’m only joking, I didn’t get a sore throat!) I did take this photographicalisation of the evening view, from the kitchenette window, though.
I was hoping to stay up to watch the lady’s Football Match in the morning. But I fell asleep in the computer chair, waking up to do more on the blog, but this…
Turned it off to watch the TV. I wondered if I’d wake up to watch the football?
More in Sunday’s exciting, incident-filled blog: Heroic deeds performed. Good Luck in abundance! Romance is in the air. Health Improvements. No Shaving Cuts. No toe-stubbings! Amazing Joy & Merriment. Contentment… Oh, alright then…
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I had planned to get the ablutions and shaving sorted first thing, with a stand-up bath so as not to disturb my neighbours with the noise from the shower… but…
Great balls of fire! , … , I could spit! That’s the second night I’ve failed to check the taps and cooker, and lost all the hot water! Both me and the Carer, actually. NO HOT WATER to do the ablutions with. No way am I going to risk carrying hot water about again, after the last scoldings I gave myself, carrying it to the wet room for shaving with. At least it didn’t overflow. – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
I rose around 02:00hrs and took off the night catheter bag from the . I had a thirst for a mug o Glengettie tea come over me. This is when I found the hot water tap running cold as you like. Self-condemnation and hatred spouted from my mind and loins, I was annoyed with me! This was despite having a sign up in the hallway opposite the door, that Carer Richard had kindly done and stuck up on the airing cupboard door for me to use to remind myself and other carers. As I said earlier, thank heavens I’d not left the plug in the sink! Could have been a lot worserer, I suppose. Humph! I took these two terribly bad photos of the morning view from the kitchenette window. Then cleaned up the mess in the sink and draining board. I got the waste bags sorted ready, and went to get the computer on… always a nerve-shattering thing, hope that Liberty Global will, might, maybe it’ll work… But No! I should have known better than that, shouldn’t I? It was not having the quick solutions to come back on this morning. In the end, I had to lose what bit of work I’d done on CorelDraw, WordPress and the Ode – Spit, Spit, Spit! Turn everything off, DVD reader that’s not right… erm… SD Reader, keyboard, computer and the Liberty-Global thingummy whatsit box and leave things for a while, in the hope that it could come back on in ten minutes or so. I reset the router and hobbled off to respond to the needs of the . shared a little control with again. Not a lot! The thing that puzzled me a smidgeon, was the three shades of brown in the two torpedoes? One of them was almost black. Still, it made a change. I got my first mug of Glengettie made and enjoyed it. A lovely strong brew! Have way through gulping it down and chimed out as the Carer arrived for the first visit. It was the new gal, Marilyn or Maria I think her name is. Nice gal; we managed a few minutes of chin-wagging in between. Nice lady.
I pressed on with the blogging but kept feeling guilt and annoyance at having no water, so no shave. You bet your bottom dollar that tonight when the water has heated up, I’ll have nodded off, with me getting up so early in the morning.
This late afternoon, I managed to take two of the worst photos I’ve ever managed before!
Both pictures were set on the ‘Indoor Option’ on the Kodak. Both, as you can see, came out weirdly reflective, if that’s the right word. I wonder what I did wrong this time?
Made the semi-prepared meal. The spuds were done in the slow cooker, halved and a splatter of BBQ sauce was applied. The fresh garden peas with a bit of mint in them were gorgeous! The cheese pasties were done in the oven. The tomatoes were halved and liquid salt was added. Nice! Flavour-Rating: 7.9/10.
