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Today went most oddly…
Embarrassing, demeritoriously,
Medically frustratingly,
At the bus stop. Indignity!
The Catheter Pouch Calamity!
Sorted with great difficulty,
The Boot’s man helped me,
Given the flu jab, lifted me?
For an hour, I spent distantly…
Free from life’s reality…
During this, I experienced jollity,
Then things turned confusingly!.
Contented, but bemusingly,
Suddenly so knackered, sleepy…
The rest of the day lost me…
Barely any vague memory…
Nothing customarily, or wontedly,
Slept for so long, uncommonly…
Woke up almost bouncily…
Mind & thought, vagariously...
Full of self-vilipendency!
Yet the day started so decently…
The pouch evacuation was too dark.
Off to the ablutioning & of course…
A cut shaving on the cheek that took ages to stop. I was still
in mid-body washing, and Carer Richard arrived. I shouted my apologies through the door and hurriedly got dressed. (This may have been a reason for the later embarrassment at the bus stop?) Richard looked really tired this morning. I tried a natter, and he seemed okay, almost back to his usual self. A lovely lad is Richard.
I went back in to check on it.
& the Two-Tone-Toes. Hehe!
Sorted the bags.
Booting the computer, I took this view of the morning.
Within an hour, their fourth failing!
The hearing aids were inserted.
I’d got the template made up, and nothing else. But didn’t have the time, as I had to prepare things for the trip to the Boot’s Chemist for the Flu Jab appointment.
Got the clobber on, and checked things needed were done: Bus Pass in pocket – Flat Keys in the pocket, camera in pocket, card for Boots taken. Checked the taps (faucets) and the cooker was not left on or running. A final emptying of my 
And off!
I got in and into the lift, accompanied by 
, and thought I’d take a selfie in the reflection of the wall… But no! I’d left the SD card on the computer! Back up after getting to the ground floor, to the 12th, and en route to the flat to get the card, 
! 
against the trolley wheel as I got into the flat door. (Yes, I swore!) Got the SD, and back out again. To and down in the lift. Through the link passage to Winwood Court, then to Winchester Court. And out to the bus stop on the front of Winchester Court.
Three or four other residents were waiting, and I started having a so-much-missed chinwag with them. After about five minutes of enjoyable nattering and listening…
I felt 
dropping down my leg! Arrgh! The trouble could not be investigated at the bus shelter; it would mean removing my trousers to see if the leg grip had broken. That would mean me going back up to the block and the flat to find out; that was a no-no cause if I did, I’d miss the appointment for the flu jab? Then it got surreal… I could feel that the pouch was well full of urine? How’s that, I thought? I’d emptied it half an hour ago and had purposely not been drinking as I knew I’d be going out? Oh, dearie me!
The bus arrived, and someone helped me get on the bus with . Thank You, Sir!
I Got off at the bottom of Winchester Street with many others; there must have been about eight or nine of us. I walked down with Mary to Mansfield Road. I limped, frequently adjusting the catheter bag, not knowing if I was doing right or wrong, to the Bott’s store with Mary. She got her prescription. She was going to Arnold on another bus.
I booked myself in. I mentioned my problem with the catheter, asking if there was any area I could use to investigate things. She said she’d ask someone. I thanked her and took a seat, as instructed. Constantly fearing the bag would drop further or burst, I sat there fiddling and feeling uncomfortable! A lady arrived with a form for me to fill in before the jab could be done.
Sadly, I could not remember my date of birth – can you believe that? Telephone number or name of my Doctor’s surgery! The lady returned to collect the paper forms. She understood, I think, my problems, departed and returned a few minutes later to ask if they could use my online medical record to find out the details. Naturally, I said yes. This was the lowest point in the day for me… embarrassment +!
A young chap arrived and went into a tin room to have flu-jab given. He asked about the problem with the catheter bag, saying “Just what do want me to do about it?” Fair question! I said, allow me a room somewhere that I can investigate things and empty the catheter?” He said he’d give the jab first, then leave me in the room to look into it. Just knock on the door and I’ll be outside if you need help!” Again Fair Enough”! Couldn’t ask for better, and thanked him.
He gave the jab, no bother. Then left me and fetched a container for me to empty the urine into. Very kind!
I’d noticed some de-clogger spray while waiting in the shop earlier, and I remembered to buy one.
NOW FOR THE MEMORY BLANK!
I can recall leaving the Boot’s store and getting onto Mansfield Road. My next memory was walking up the hill to catch the bus… With a bag of food hanging on the handle of ! I stopped to have a look; it had obviously been bought from the
Ozan Food Shop on Mansfield Road, just up from the Bott’s Chemist. There was even a till receipt in the bag. So at least I know I wasn’t shoplifting during my blank period. Haha!
I checked to see if my cash card was still in my pocket. Phew, it was. Oddly, I seem to remember buying the jar of beetroot from the shop, for some reason?
This is about the fifth time this has happened, a period of complete memory loss. The last one was about a year ago in Bulwell. I know that one lasted for about an hour. This one I have no idea the length of this one, but know that getting around in the Ozan store takes ages as there are steps I have to tackle at the far end of each aisle.
I seemed to be feeling a smidge perky. Mayhap due to having the flu jab? I made my way to the bus stop and found that the 
sign said the next bus due was in 1 minute. Great!
As I got on the bus, there was Mary sitting in a side-saddle 
seat. She’s been all the way to Arnold and back.
At the flats, we all alighted. I went last so as not to keep folks waiting. Mary and I trundled along through the link passageways into Winwood Court, the social area. Where a company were giving samples of their ready meals out.
We approached hoping for a free treat… but the food had all gone. Tsk! Never mind. Wiltshire Farms, I think it was.
Took a 
of Mary.
Up in the lift with Mary, departed as she got out, and up to the next floor, mine, and into the flat. Checked the pouch, it had not mysteriously filled again. And I could feel the weariness coming on, so suddenly. so
was checked.
My purchases from the Ozan store. Shows I must have been aware of what I was buying, even though I couldn’t remember doing so? Large potatoes, beetroot, Frikadellens, tomatoes, pickle, Borchst, seasoning, sausages, all in my mind to get… the can of aubergines must have been an impulse buy?
I knew I was about to drain into a tired, watery creature soon, so got the potatoes in the oven straight away.
Put the TV on, hoping I’d not nod off while watching it, and viewed, on and of, with the little short kips, two hours of Gordon whatsits Hotel Hell.
Then, I got the potatoes out of the oven, scooped out the flesh, into a basin, started to put the shredded Leicester cheese, sea salt and non-butter butter in and gave it a good mashing up!.
I spotted the blue mould on the cheese! I picked out what mouldy bits I could find and dished them.
Put the four halves back in the oven to brown off.
Back to watch some more TV; I was just not up to using the computer now, so tired I was fighting to keep awake, but the thought of the cheesy potatoes being eaten kept me awake with the gorgeous smell coming from the kitchen.
Got the meal prepped.
Two Frikadellens in cobs with sliced tomatoes. Four baked potatoes. Beetroots, and a lemon dessert.
Flavour Rating: 9.2/10!
Two Carers called, I think it was 
each time, but I’m not sure. Being woken up twice in the state I was in, wasn’t memory-inducing.
Not poorly at all, just so tired out and drained. In the morning, I seemed to recollect the same thing happening after having the last Flu Jab? I think…
The last period with Sweet Morpheus was a deep three hours, without any interruptions from 
.
I bounded back awake at… 00:30hrs and made a start on this blog update. Feeling Great! Fit! In Fine Fettle!
TTFNski
I went to make a brew of JS Extra Strong… and clouted my right knee against the cabinet corner. Made the brew and left it to stew. Then needed to use the Porcelain Throne. Trotsky Terence was losing his grip a little on the evacuation. So, much less time was wasted on cleaning up.
I took an early morning shot of the view from the kitchen window.
So, it will leave me plenty of time to get things ready to get down to Jillie’s house with the flowers, bank,
Richard arrived, handing me an SD card I could have, damned decent of him, bless him. He had another call, so again could not stay for a chinwag, but I appreciated his generosity. He should be back again the following Monday.
The Sainsbury delivery arrived. Thanks to tp the incompetency of Money-Mad Fries, the $23 million a year boss at Liberty Global, I had no distractions from the no-signal internet on the computer. So I got on with sorting the things 
delivered out to storage. 
found a home. There is plenty of date on it, so maybe Richard can have it on Monday. Also, and as well, and besides: Three items short out of stock, but to avoid getting substitutes, like shoe 
polish for waffles, I ticked the ‘Do Not Substitute’ Button… Cunning?
make an order for Morrisons later.
I felt a smidge smug after sorting it all out! Hehe!
Off to get ablutions. No rush; I think I can take my time and still catch the 10:30hr bus down the hill. I’m not joking here: Harolds’s Haemorrhoids and Little Inchies Fungal Lesion were not bleeding! No bleeding, shaving, nasal clearing or teeth cleaning! Honestly! 
These are never pain-free, as you would expect. But nothing was extreme pain-wise; even ointmentating the lesion had an acceptable Argh-Level! 
I arrived at the bus with almost perfect timing. Four other tenants, who I greeted, were at the bus shelter. I was standing near the kerbside with my bus pass in hand… The 40 Bus sped into and around the turning island… and ignored us all, didn’t slow down an iota, – and he sped back out again? The folks were livid! Shaking fists at the departing bus, shouting, swearing… I think this may have annoyed them somewhat!
I set off wobbling along with the walker-guide trolley. I couldn’t get annoyed with the bus driver until I found out why leaving us. He may well have just got a message on the RT about a family member taking ill? I set off down 
Winchester Street towards Jillie’s house at the bottom of the road on the left. 
I’d just missed a bus, so I decided to walk carefully up the hill, taking some photographs en route. 
Halfway up Winchester Street Hill, the clouds caught my eye again, and I took this snap on the right. It came out rather artistically? Well, 
maybe not, then. Getting towards where the road changes name. To the right, it becomes Mapperley Rise, and to the left, at the building you see, it continues as Winchester Street. I think years ago it led to 
the railway station, now gone! In fact, the flats were built on the site!
I crossed over Chestnut Way, passing the bus stop that people get abandoned at, Haha!). I knocked on the Warden’s office to report the bus, but I think they were on break, so I continued through the link 
corridor on my way. Not a soul in sight; it was oddly eerie until a man and woman came in the opposite direction, we exchanged pleasantries between us, and I went to the swipe door at the end.
The area built for mobile and disabled scooter storage is where the power points are located.
Still nobody about. I pressed for the 12th-floor. (Well, it seemed a good idea as I live on the 12th, Haha! I can still be quick sometimes! Not physically, mind, my days of bungee jumping are 
over! I can’t see (Cataracts, Glaucoma and Saccades, Haha!) myself playing snooker, squash, or even the barrel organ again? I’ve not got a lot of hope of doing the Hokey Cokey!
Then whilst I was struggling through the apartment door with the wheelie-guide, I knocked the waste bags off the box, and one split open! Why do I bother? 
I got the mock ham, sandwich fillers, and soft cheese portions. Ready to make the nosh later… Oh, and the bottle of Oyster sauce. I’ve never tried that before, and Jillie warned me not to use it a lot.
Then it was concentrating on getting this blog done. I spent four hours on it, and the evening carer arrived; it was Cheeky Charley, so pleased to see her; she’s not been for a week or two now.
Friday AM, 01:30hrs. I’m back. Wee-wee and on the computer.
The sourdough sarnies, veggie sausages and meat, cheese twist, yellow tomatoes, banana and mini vegan orange flavoured cake made up the evening meal. A Taste Rating of 7/10.
All my worries over the bank business, eyesight, hearing etc., faded. To be replaced with the evacuation that has started had stopped mid-way.
Getting things moving again was not only painful; it took me ages! I counted the veins on my right thigh; they seem to have increased a fair bit? Hey-Ho! Whistled a little, then got the crossword book out. I needn’t have bothered with it cause racing the clues was virtually impossible with Kathleen’s Cataracts and Glaucoma.
Got the ablutions sorted out. All went pretty well, apart from Harold’s horrendously hard-pressed Haemorrhoids!
Carer Richard arrived. I told him of the wrong medications being given to me last night. Said he’d mention it to the office. I tried again to ring Jillie, but no answer. I was in a tizwas about the Bank and not in a talkative mood, other than to moan at the poor lad. 
I hastened to get things done in time and set off at 09:00hrs on the hobble down the hill. 
Jillie helped me get some cash from the dispenser, and we nipped to the Ozan continental store, me in search of bread and cooked meat. Jillie found some sweet & sour rye bread! I’ve never seen any 
before, but I will try some tonight with the unpronounceable name, Polish cooked pork that is delicious, and tomatoes. That’s the plan, anyway.
stop. Jillie has to get back home. She’s a lot of work waiting for her. Which shows just how kind she is to me, leaving that to help me out, yet again. 💘
When we got to the Winwood Court, I entered through Winchester Court and Winwood court to Woodthorpe Court. A lot of courts, innit? I met Jenny’s Frank outside the Wardens office, not been seeing him for a while. Splendid chap. Then went in to visit ILC (Independent Living Coordinator), Oberstgrüppenführeress, Warden and Primo Ballerina, Warden Deana. Had little natter, but she was busy, bless her. 
I worked on this blog for five hours; the going was so slow.
Tuesday. I got there in the end.
These two were the least bad of the selection. Obviously affected by either Shaking Shaun or Peripheral Neuropathy Pete. Maybe even Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley? The bottom one, I made the moon look like… well, I don’t know now. I KNEW when I first saw it, but it seems to have escaped me now.
Another three hours of slow-going doing this blog. Error-ridden, frustrating… but with Jillie sorting out the bank business, I didn’t seem to mind so much!
After she had gone, I tried again to get the missed pictures on the computer.