The many much-anticipated medicalists did not arrive!
And just as well too! Just the District Nurse, Rebecca.
She soon whipped out catheter paraphernalia. Gave me the instructions and what would happen… it didn’t as it happens.
She was to return later, in the afternoon, she said, with the scanner to see if the bladder was emptying or not. Asked me to record each wee-wee, how much liquid I took in, and measure the urine released. As an afterthought, she said it might be tomorrow when they come. I assume it will be, as it is now 18:25hrs at this moment. I expect they will want me to keep on overnight recording and measuring each & every leak I take? This is the log up until now, its just been updated. Hope I wake up when a trickle starts to painfully come? Tomorrow looks like it is going to be even busier. Today would have been easier, but having to keep peeing, measuring and recording, especially with my wee-weeing in a little painful, and everyone, squirts. About 6 times an hour on average. Been a long day, and will be a long night. Wonder if the nurse will arrive early tomorrow? Hope so. I’ve not got much else done, today; my plans were destroyed.
Nocturnal Pouch.
Close to the window shot of the rain. Upper window shot.
Ablutions & Throne visited. Washed the cap. Feet okay. Spuds to nibble from last night. Rain back middayish. – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
Nurse Rebecca arrived.
The rain returned. Stayed for a few hours… Nice views even if I did get wet taking them. Almost constant wee-weeing, well, painful dribbles.Pareidoliaing view. See him now? Hehe! Mystery Photo of the day? Mud Side that slid.
19:00hrs. Tired and peeing so often, but so little.
Packing up now; make some roast spuds and keep the notepad & pen, along with the measuring jug to record any Little Inchie leaks.
A simple nosh. After taking this photo, I remembered to get some of Jenny’s yellow & red tomatoes added. Very nice.
IN ODE Not much today, folks; a few reasons why, for sure… Yesterday’s tumble was no pleasure… Today, my balance has gone, Dennis Dizzies for sure… Taken painkillers, but there’s not a cure… A.M. nearly over twice; do you know, I swore? Shaking Shoulder Shirley and more… Back-Pain-Brenda, confusion to endure… Left the tap running, no hot water, theretofore,. The injuries are only superficially,
I broke two teeth, in the fall, both moving loosely!
A scratch on the chin, bruised knees badly,
Felt better last night than I do today,
Just my luck, what can I say?
Busy day tomorrow, Nurses coming galore! I hope I don’t again fall on the floor, Knees bruised, bashed the catheter… Two nurses are coming to my very door… Taking off the aforementioned catheter, But after the tumble, I’ve got blood in my wee! So they may not take it out; I’ll have to see… They wanted to see if I could manually pee!
I think it might be Chrissie & Rosemary,
Then Nurse Hristina from the Warfarin DVT…
Taking blood, she always cheers me ♥! Sarah from the falls team, maybe…
Now I’ve no hot water, so I can’t shower and shave. If it doesn’t heat up, then the microwave… Kettle, cooker to use, I must be brave…
I don’t have a lot of luck on Sundays…
Or Mondays, Tuesdays or Wednesdays…
Nor Thursdays, Fridays & Saturdays!
Concentrating on this leaves me in a daze,
I thought when I reached my twilight days.
There’d be time to snooze and laze…
Pareidoliaing, reading, life to appraise!.
Ailments, infirmity, disquiet & mental malaise!
Peripheral Neuropathy issues many a shockwave!
To suffering late in life I’m a slave? – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – This will be as I say, a quickie, sorry.
Last night’s nosh. Not as good as it looked. Taste Rating: 6.5/10.
The first bag emptied at about 02:10hrs was deep red, this one was at 07:00hrs when I stirred.
Asda potatoes from the bag.Some seem to have melted into liquid in the skins? Urgh! I hope none of the crap ones got into the crockpot?
A late morning shot.
Not feeling good today. Dizzies, lack of concentration and just avoided a tumble at teatime, when the dizzies seemed to be coming from within my head? A first that!
Mystery photo!
Carer Rahmat, then Carer Joanne, then Carer Israel.
Three trips to the wet room.All with the same results.
Late now, and I was tired as well as not being up to much mentally or physically. The busy day may mean me missing a blog; I’ll see how it goes. All those nurses visiting. Lovely! Back in the morning, I hope.
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – While Carer Chris was getting Inchy back up on his feet, he said, “I’m going to do another rhyme about life!” And he did, as you can see. When the morning Carer arrived, there he was at his computer working on the aforementioned ode. When the next Carer called hours later… there he was, still on his computer, working on the aforementioned ode. It’s not as if it is any good, but he continues to dish out this rubbish. Which possibly proves the validity of what the old man wrote? – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – Not as good as last week. But I’m still here despite the new ailments found lurking within… and around. Hehehe! – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – Easy-Peasy, pudding & pie! No idea what that means? – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – Another day of disasters. Well, maybe not disasters, but calamities, maybe. It all started so well, as well. I was feeling well… to start with. Then the cock-ups started! I’ll just mention two of them in this intro. Cause they cost me so much time, it’s now gone 20:00hrs, and I’ve just started this blog. Plans went askew, as they usually do! No, I’ve changed my mind; I’ll reveal what I remember of it, more or less how and when they happened in this amazingly popular blog, so as not to keep my mass of followers on tenter-hooks. It’s not fair to either of them.It’ll be a little sparse… that’s another thing, poor on and off all day. I’ll make a start; the Carer is due soon…
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Up and at them this morning. (I hasten to add, this morning, well moment, only!) I dislodged the nocturnal pouch from the day bag. When getting up, the balance was a bit dodgy, and I ended up plopping back down into the £300, second-hand bought, c1968, nauseously beige-coloured, not-working, rusty, rickety, crumb-holder of a tatty recliner. A bloody experience. Poor blood flowed out, and as I got up again to do the balance exercises before trying to walk, I on the Ottoman. I’m not sure which hurt me more. Hehe! Off I poddled, very carefully to the wet room to Germoloid and wash my end. Picked up , & off to the wetroom. After washing and medicating Harolds’ wounds, putting olive oil in the ears, and then I sprayed some Brut over myself, I got the fresh dressing gown on. You wouldn’t believe how painfully I accidentally shoulder-charged the door frame when leaving. Naturally, this started both , joined in then.I was a bit of a confused wreck for a few minutes! Nothing new there, mind you. After a sit-down, drink of spring water, and a couple of the delectable Le Petit Beurre biscuits, I decided I must get on with things, and not feel sorry for myself. (As if!) I found this photo on the right when I got onto the computer. Must have been yesterday when I took this one, unknowingly. Then realised I’d not done the waste bags and safety checks. So, I did. Made up[ the bag from three bins and put them near the door. Then to the kitchen and took a picture through the window, hence the flash reflection. You can tell I’m a professional photographer, can’t you? Hehehe!
Checked in the kitchen, taps were okay, the oven was not left on and the fridge & freezer doors were shut–too.
Back on the computer. Sorted the photos from the SD card for yesterday’s blog updating, and was doing a reasonable job of it, if you don’t mind me saying so. Then, an interruption for the use of the .
Another half-hour was lost! The mess, and I had to change into new Protection Pants due to my not being quick enough to get there to avoid a little seepage! So more cost with having to re-Germoloid and Germolene my more delicate parts again.I was slowly sinking into a depression. But forced myself out of it, and into the kitchen with the aim of making a brew of tea. But arrived. Got the eye drops done, and we had a little natter while she issued the medications for me. I took her blood pressure. She’s one of the best BPs I’ve ever seen. Hello, back to the . What a mess again! However, I did get there in time – only just, fair enough. But I was pretty pleased with my dexterity in getting there… Not so with my dropping the toilet roll onto the WC; I’m getting wee’d off with doing this so often lately. The blame is on my , and after reading about the symptoms yesterday on the web, . I’m losing my grip or hold on things so much more often this week. The right hand and fingers are getting stiffer and even less sensitive to touch. The digits often freeze on me. That’s how I dropped the mug of tea a week ago. Which managed to avoid the whole of the kitchen floor as it landed directly on my poor little .
I then got carried away when spending three hours, just doing today’s Ode! Even worse, I got involved in researching suitable words for other rhymes. Again, it’s messing about with my brain. I’m certain she’s getting more masterful at it.
Carer Joanne arrived, and we had a little chinwag. mutual moans and laughs. At last, I remembered to pay her for the eye pads she’d fetched me last week to use for the .
Bless her cotton socks.
I had this inane idea, of picturing the pot and me attempting to release the contents of the day pouch, which actually came out a bit decent, I thought. (Right) However… And what a one… My right hand fingers froze as I was about to close the release valve. The pee shot all over my legs, feet and the carpet, not to mention the 1966 second-hand Hopewell’s G-Plan cabinet! I faffed about trying to spray the disinfectant on the paper towels and tread them down, then remove them to the bin, and repeated the process. The third time, the towels were breaking up, and I could not use the picker-upperer this time. So I got more fresh towels and.. wait for it… Bent down to gather the residue in them. Of course, I should have known better. The Fall Team Lady, Sarah, told me not to bend down from now on. But when I keep constantly dropping and knocking stuff over, I don’t really have a choice? The urine must be cleaned up and the smell obliterated… But I’m sorry, I tried it now… As I leant down with the fresh towelling, a visit from had me toppling forward, hitting my face on the cabinet and scraping against it on my way down slowly to the floor! I’d a few little scratches on the chin; two teeth had been loosened, and were bleeding. was upset with me landing on her knee. This started of the bothersome , then joined in. Getting back up was its usual struggle. But at no time did I consider using the alarm wristlet.
The whole day crumbled after this one. Although, when arrived, he helped me… well, he cleaned it up all on his own for me. A nice lad. He asked if I needed him to ring the ambulance or Doctor’s. I think the neuropathy shakes and shudders made me look worse than I felt. I was lucky for once, I think; at least the bag didn’t burst open on me and make things even worse. When taking the medications, the right-hand fingers played dead again. I all but dropped the bottle of soda I was drinking from to get the tablets down. I took his BP, and here are the recent results from the Carers tests. They are a healthy lot. Haha!
I shall now, at 00:20hrs, invest some time in getting something to eat, at last.
I hope to be back in the morning, And doing a lot less moaning, I hope not to be groaning, Suppose I’ll be mentally fidgeting? If I can make time, do some vacuuming? The computer needs fragmenting, My teeth and jaw are stinging… My back is really aching, I am unfortunately anticipating… a struggle with the ablutioning, Trotsky Terence, Porcelain Throning… I hope Little Inchie stops bleeding. And I’ll try to stop burping! TTFN
– – – – – POOR OLD THING! – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – Well, butter my butt and call me a biscuit! Over six hours of sleep, with just one wake-up early in the morning, about 05:00hrs, after I’d had the dream about the end of mankind & the planet. I scribbled some memory notes to help me in recall for the writing about it on the ode for today. (above). It was like a documentary. Forecasts, images and disasters were being revealed. Constantly changing between countries and different types of catastrophes. All of them, humankind made. I did wonder if had had a hand in creating this nightmare, well, morningmare? Apparently, the end will come in three years’ time. But by the time it ends, judging by the details given to me, those still left on earth will be glad to see the back of it. Millions of humans committed suicide, genocide, fratricides, sororicides, infanticides, homicides, general populicides, and a few tyrannicides as well. Still, it made a nice change to wake up with something on my mind. Hehe! – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
At 0605hrs, I emerged from the aged, grotty-looking c1966 made, charity-shop-bought, horribly beige-coloured, £300, Harold’s Haemorrhoid-testing, non-operational, acne-giving, virus-breeding, rickety, easy-to-fall-out-of recliner, with scribble on the note pad to create an ode about the dream for this blog. And that was all I seemed interested in. The nocturnal catheter pouch urine was darker today. This makes me worry about the District Nurses taking off the entire on Monday, to see if I can manually wee-wee. If it is this colour when they arrive, I can’t see them bothering. They may decide to book me in for a permanent catheter option? I pray not!
I got on the computer, but as soon as I started using it… Down it went! But I got it back within 15 minutes. Then spent a good one-and-a-half hours making the Dream Ode.
Sorted the waste bags out.
Went to the kitchenette, and the morning mist up high was obliterating views from the window. The first shot I took, had the flash on. The 2nd at least you can see the houses. Neither photos were very good.
Then… nervously off to the wet room.But only slightly this time. Messy again, but at least there were a few torpedo-shaped chunks in there. Haha!
The feet and toes looked surreal with their oh-so-white toe ends. Otherwise, they were looking good.
The Carer Arrived. Had a natter while she did the medicationings and eye drops.
Worked on yesterday’s blog, and within three hours I’d updated and posted it off to WordPress!
Before starting on today’s photos, I fetched an ice cream cornet from the freezer – it was far too soft, so I expect my leaving the freezer door open has done more damage than I expected. When I get time, I’ll have to dish some stuff.
Took a photo to the left of the flats. Where the morning sun is still behind Mapperley Hill. Then straight ahead.
I adjusted the strapping on the catheter. Not very well, though. Carer Victor arrived and readjusted the straps for me. Where did the time go? afternoon already!
Wee-weeing well… but… see how it comes out of the pouch?
Better tackle the ablutioning now. This is going to be a long job. Getting things together and ready to go in. Oh, I’ll do the waste first. Been tidying up… Oh, Yes! 13:12hrs: To the Wet Room! Charrrge! Well, I limped in. Pleased with the shaving while standing in a bowl of water at the sink. No trips, slips or balance problems. I even got out and washed and dried the bowl, harm-free! And as for the shaving, huh, only two cuts! Honestly! The showering I admit was a bit of a farce. Hit my head on the power box. dropped the loofah twice, and stubbed my toe on the flipping shower chair leg. Drying off, I knocked a selection of things off of the floor cabinet. I took two photographicalisations of the mess, but neither made it to the SD card.
Even getting into the Protection pants was relatively easy today? I’m not saying it was easy; I meant it was less painful, and no injuries were involved. But it still hurt! Hahaha!
15:15hrs; All done. Got some potatoes in the oven, and back to the computer to get on with this blog. Getting tired now (16:25hrs), so I’ll get the nosh sorted out.
Carer Marie arrived as I was planning the meal. Showed me a way to shred cheese in a safer way; bless her. I got on with making the cheesy potatoes, with some of Jenny’s yellow & red tomatoes, fishless fish sticks, And sliced beetroot. The strawberry dessert was on its last sell-by date. Flavour Rating: 9/10!
I took some snaps earlier, that I forgot to put in here. Well fancy that; Me! forgetting something! Sky to the North. Sky to the North, a little higher. A later shot of the same area. Even earlier and missed off, a shot of the car park end.
Went into the wet room, to change my PP’s… and clean & medicate my lower region. I was flabbergasted to see that the bruise on the left thigh, that I got when taking the last tumble, and two days later had completely vanished – was back again? Impossible, surely? I haven’t taken any knocks or falls for days now. Ah, unless I took a knock nocturnally… could be?
Carer Victor did the last call. I was asleep when he came, and have little knowledge of how things went, but he had put the night pouch on for me. Getting back to sleep took a while, and when I got there, there were the odd flapping and threshing about awakenings. But at least didn’t go on and on as he has been doing; in fact, he’s given me two nights off… but he’s back, but not with a vengeance this time.
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – SORRY ABOUT ALL THE MISTAKES – I HAD TO RUSH IT Thanks to Liberty-Global Virgin Media for letting me down so often yet again. Not so often, actually, but in total, I had no internet for over 4-hours! Cocked up all my plans. – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – Where can I start? What few words will satisfactorily cover today’s disastrous, frustrating, farcical, pathetic, depressing, failure-filled, up for 26hrs of trying to catch up… Oh yes, they’ll do!
What a difference in yesterday’s & today’s nocturnal colouring of the wee-wee!
I see this as a danger sign that they threatened and been warned that, a permanent catheter would be put in, shortly? It’s been a long time now since I’ve been taking Finasteride prostate-reducing tablets. It must be 3 months by then? Remember when I first had the catheter fitted? All the blood in the bags. I found this photograph on file from December 22. It took them from my getting into hospital when the deep red blood started to flow. After three visits to the QMC hospital, I was kept in again. During this, over two days, the catheter was put in and taken out, then back in, then out, at least eight times. Oh, the pain! I got to learn the sounds of other patients having theirs out and in again; because it was the same sort of Arrgh!, that I was making each time. Humph!
Then I was transferred to the City Hospital. Where the frequency over three days of the agonising tube going in repeatedly, was twice as often as at the QMC!
Next, a visit to a Specialist in Sherwood Hospital. Eight outpatient visits to the City Hospital Urology, to be told they are not sure what caused it in the first place. The last time I met any Doctor about the problem, was at the Private Hospital. That turned out to be an eight-minute talk, and I was told he was going to advise my GP to start me on Finasteride but must take it for two months, which hopefully, potentially may reduce the size of my Prostate and allow the flow of voluntary urine flow to begin again. Nurses arrived to put the new type of catheter cruelly in Little Inchie Hehehe! Four months later, of my taking Finasteride, the nurses returned and took out the catheter, calling back two days later, and they checked with the scanner how much urine was in the bladder after I rid as much as I could to the WC. One of the nurses said the bladder was still a third full. So, back in went the catheter again! Supposedly for another two months, of Finasteride taking. That was four months ago. I’ve had the Catheter contraption taken out and straight back in twice more times, but no sign of me being allowed to try to manually wee-wee again? I lost the plot there, didn’t I? It’s the getting darker urine in the bag that’s got me going. They didn’t know or didn’t tell me, apart from ‘Some Infection’, the cause of this nearly a year ago started blood from the bladder. Back to today… Well, yesterday, it was already 04:00hrs, and this is as far as I’ve got with this blog; waffling does not help, and boy, am I tired. Have to cut corners, Sorry. (But I ended up bogging, spitting and passing wind all night long, blogging instead)
After taking the nocturnal pouch from the day bag, I tackled the waste bin assembly. Placed them near the door.
I took a snap of the extremely blue views from the kitchenette window.
Then the ablutions were tackled. Not a good session. Stubbed a toe, and spilt the washing bowl all over the floor, picking up after standing in it to clean the feet. The teeth were bleeding, just two cuts shaving. The feet, or rather toes, seemed to be getting larger areas of apparent bloodlessness?.
Another change in the Evacuated Produce in the WC.Can’t understand this. I mentioned these variations to the Doctor, but, either she wasn’t interested, didn’t hear me, or, I meant to mention it but forgot to? Spent ages cleaning up. Hristina, my sweet DVT, INR phlebotomist nurse, arrived to take some more blood ♥♥♥. Lovely to see her. The INR level, was at 2.9 last time, so I may not see her again next week. Boo! As the internet went down again, Carer Richard arrived. He looked and sounded a little better this week, I’m glad to report. Nice chap. As he left, the Ocado order arrived.
DOWN FOR 4.5 HOURS
The driver carried the bags through to the kitchen for me. Thanked him, and offered him a nibble or drink in thanks, but he declined. I’d got Tonic Water, instead of Soda Water, but that’s no bother. Lavender Dettol for washing the tenderer areas washing. The seaweed arrived. Ans some biscuits made by LU to try, which I did, but they were not to my liking, too hard and sweet for me and the few teggies I’ve got left. Tsk! I gave them to the next carer, as he tried one and liked it. The batter scraps arrived, too, I intended to have some of these later. The fresh Kenyan peas were a treat to have as well! Aha, a soft biscuit, I see! Jolly good for me! I didn’t get the bananas, but have one left. I think I may have ordered some from Asda? After working on and off on the blog for some fours… The Mammoth Blackout, from you know who… IT WAS OFF FOR 4.5hrs! I spent a long time trying to sort it before I started watching the time..Nothing seemed to work. Wi-Fi swapping and that didn’t help either. Reset, reboot, I closed down everything completely, and that failed. All shut off again, restarted the crap Liberty-Global Virgin Media box, gave it a reboot and sat waiting. Another do-no-good idea. At one point, the service did return, but lasted only a few seconds; this repeated several times. Most frustrating. I had to give up and reset the box again, leaving restarting while I got an early nosh sorted out. Made a mess cooking this meal, a right one! I actually wrote the timing down after I worked out what was needed in order. The potatoes were left over in the crock pot from last night… well the early hours of this morning, I was having them cold. Only the pretend fish, peas and fish batter to heat up in the oven for just two minutes. I’m looking forward to these; I’ve not had any for months. The fish in the air-fryer needed 20 minutes, the peas a few minutes to just heat up in the saucepan, tomatoes soy sticks tomatoes and beetroot no cooking needed. When I laid out the plate, there seemed to be a gap? I got the cooking utensils, washed up straight away. Then got seated and tucked into the meal. I was about 90% of the way through eating it… and suddenly remembered I’d left the batter bits in the oven! I foolishly rushed to the kitchen, and grabbed the bits tipping them on the nearly finished meal tray. Of course, they were burnt to buggery! What a Plonka! No internet, burnt meal what next? Although you can’t see it in the picture on the right, it was belting down with rain. Not that that bothered me. I was just hoping to get the computer internet working again. The two Carers who called were amazed to me not on the computer!. Interesting shot here on the left. Why I snapped my fingers? No doubt I hadn’t meant to, surely? Hehehe! I took a shot of the sky while waiting for the damned, blasted Liberty-Global Oligarchs box to reset yet again. A highly Pareidoliaiable Picture this one!. (Incidentally, it is now 05:50hrs on Tuesday) . Carer Benjamin called earlier on the last visit of the day. I took this photo then but only just got around to getting it from the SD card. I sent him a copy by email.
Not that I can get much sleep, cause the Carer is calling in 2-2.5 hours. But I can go on no further. Busy day tomorrow, I’ve got to have a battle with the internet again, I may cry! The Asda delivery is due. The DVT and FAlls Team Sarah… ‘Might’ be calling, and the spare room needs clearing. I still need help with arranging the flu jab at the chemist. I may be back… or not! Overnight shot of the open balcony doors and the TV I watched when you know who’s internet went on strike again! I viewed a ‘Something Inside Me’ programme and took a few photos as I did so. I put these on Tuesday’s blog, and got two hours sleep, then started to do that.
Mentally Shattered – But EQ was here, telling me things were going to get much worse. He was right!
Ahem! I found this in ten seconds! Fair enough, it was designed for infants to work out. But still – Hehe! – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – It didn’t last long, though…
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – This day, I was more out of it than in again. The urine in the night bag was dark but grew darker as I refilled the day bag. Well into the evening, it turned an almost perfect near-white? The Porcelain Throne visits (4) were bloody and painful, with absolutely nothing getting through to the WC! I spent ages on the Throne, all to no avail. I’m now taking crystals to help me go, after months of taking anti-diarrhorea pills to stop me from going! In fact, I was on the Throne when Carer Chris came in and tapped on the door asking if I was alright. I’d not heard the chime. He said he could hear me oohing, r’ing and swearing! Guilty!
The memory, Dizzies, Confusion, and I could barely hear anyone I spoke with… I must try to sort out the problem with the Audio Centre, to get some help to ring them next week. No Kara next week. I think she’s on a deserved holiday. The financials are all on hold. Carer Atere said he was coming in her place. He knows the financial paperwork storage system, which will be a big help.
The usually Nocturnal Thought Storms Steve had a bash at trying diurnal Thought Storming! Huh! Just what I needed, Not! Concentration Konrad was noticeable by his complete absence. The number of times I just could not think of what I was after an interruption, was so often I lost count. I’m not kidding. And yet there was an air of acceptance with me today. I reckon I thought I deserved it… Well, according to Thought Storm Steve, who was constantly reminding me of the shameful things from my youth. The day was spent on the computer. Apart from the emptying of the catheter pouch, the failed visits to the Porcelain Throne, and the Carers calling.The worst repeat interruptions were from the, .who amassed many brown-outs today. Which in their usual fashion lost me work that I’d done and could not save, because I had to turn everything off, and reset the box, then restart the computer. Even change Wi-Fi connection numbers each time it went down, and do the same work again! What me, Cry? Blubber, Howl? Curse, Swear? It was only my dyspathy towards the number-crunching oligarchs, the smoke & mirrors money & figure manipulating financial geniuses of Liberty-Global that kept me going, and not packing up on the blogging. Spit!
Still got a few photographicalisations done though! Bejesus! What a colour! Still dark hours later, when I belatedly emptied the day pouch.
Waste bags sorted out.
During one of the failed visits, I had to change into fresh PPs. I tried one of the cheaper XXL ones… The first laugh of the entire day!
I struggled, as usual getting them on, but kept my balance; no fall or tumble, not even any banging on the wall, stubbed toe or door-head-butting. Finally, I got both legs in the right holes… Don’t laugh; I have been known to get them the wrong way around… also trying to get two legs in the same hole. Go on then, laugh! Hehe!
I carefully got the pants up my legs, without catching the release valve lever… this was going so well. The laugh came to me when I got them fully pulled up… they were so big the waistband was only inches from my nipples! Hahaha!
Artist Impression done in CorelDraw by Inchy. Har-Har!
Aha, much lighter shade this afternoon! My favourite puffer clouds to the north. And, to the east!
Liberty-Global Internet went down a few more times. Gnash!
I dropped a tablet and thought it fell in the waste bin. Had a sort through the bin, but could not find it. So I got the torch and looked underneath the second-hand bought ex-Hopewells G-Plan c1960 sideboard with the computer on it. Not only couldn’t I find it, I stubbed my toe in the struggle to get back up on my feet again! It has to be in the bin… So, another dig around in the waste bin. And another failure to find the Codeine. Hey-Ho!
Then realised when I’d stubbed the toe, I’d caught the right ankle ulcer. It stung a bit, but I now had the Germolene to rub in to ease it. Of course, bending down to rub in the ointment, kicked off , so she got some Germolene rubbed in… at least the area I could reach. I wonder if any youngsters read this blog? They’ll, just like I did, and think it’ll not happen to be, getting dithery, dozy and daft as a brush. Haha!
Night Shots From the Kitchen Window Peaceful looking? Lights out time. Sky again to the left.
Here are the results of the carers tested for their BP. All looking good!
Well into the morning now, I’d better get some nosh done. I shall report back with a sit-rep for you every one of my avid readers in the morning. Hope you both sleep well. Har-Har!
03:00HRS: AT LAST… FOOD! Vegetable Chilli-Con-Carne! Breadsticks, a banana, and an iced lolly for afters. Flavour-Rating: 9.2/10!
Got bedded down around 03:20hrs, and low & behold, was waiting ready to start again. But I did get off eventually and had nearly three hours of bliss. . I would have stayed in the £300 second-hand shop purchased, c1966, welt-causing, uncomfortable, not-working, itch-inspirational, crumb-containing recliner for longer; Unfortunately Dementia Doreen’s compatriot, , convinced me on waking, that it was Monday! So I thought I had a delivery coming between 7 & 8, and it was already 07:15hrs; a semi-panic-mode was engaged and I got up in a bit of a rush; Dizzy Dennis visited, and I plumped down again, with a foggy head. Then realised it was Sunday.
A had me over in the kitchen, and onto the floor, within about ten minutes of waking up. But, he was assisted by giving way at the same time. Clouted my cheek on the corner of the counter on the way down with a sort of crunch-thud. Haha! Minutes later, when I was shaving, made me turn to get , and I completely misjudged it. I spun around, giving the door frame a half-decent shoulder charge. I turned quickly when I thought I may have left the tap (faucet) running, which did the trick. I must have splashed some of the soapy water on the floor, and soon found it! Luckily I fell against the shower chair, which saved me struggling to get back up again, at least. A good start!
The night pouch was even darker this morning, (which I don’t think is good for my chances of ever getting the bothersome and sometimes painful, always frustrating,and/or irritatingly, often needing to be emptied, which meant a trip to the wet room then kitchen to clean up)removed permanently. Whipped back the balcony window curtain, using the long picker-upperer, To see the view of the morning mist, surrounding the flat’s complex. I went onto the balcony, to try and take a photo of the front car park through the glass. It didn’t come out well, as you can see from this fudgy picture that I took. Not so good? I got some potatoes in the crockpot straight away. I did this because there’s always a chance that my ever-present, will allow me to forget later. I spent some time sorting the waste bins out. Got them placed at the front door, so the Carer can see them and take them to the waste chute for me; bless them.
Onto the computer, I’m so far behind with the blogging, and I got settled to have a good bash and try to catch up. Hehehe! I should have known better, of course. A Demand for the , so off to the wetroom, which produced no evacuations, just effort, pain and failure to perform. Haha! A little bleeding. So, I cleaned up and shaved, applied Germoloid ointment. Which was a blessed relief! Shaved & washed. The Carer arrived. Medications & eye drops issued. I took my and his BP. Benjamin’s was great!Mine was not so good. As was expected. I did Carer Chris’s later on. Here are the written figures before they went onto the NHS sight for analysis. One came out as Normal, the other as Ideal. Two Fit Carers I have!
The shortage of Olive Oil for my ears was wrangling at me, still. So I had another search for medical olive oil and found that Ocado, do some. So, made an order for groceries to be delivered on Monday, hoping the Ocado have some in stock to send.
I spent hours and hours catching up on blogging and artwork on CorelDraw for future blogs. Despite this, I am still far behind schedule.
Suddenly the last Carer call was done, and I hadn’t used the , Nor had I had anything to eat… no, that’s a fib. I’ve had a banana and several of the gorgeous Le Petit Beurre biscuits. Irresistible, in fact, I’m sorry I found them now. They should be banned! Haha!
A late meal was hastily prepared. The potatoes I’d put in the crock-pot, about 14 hours earlier, were drained and on the plate. I added the last of the just out-of-date smoked ham, after sniffing each piece. some were removed. The yellow & red tomatoes, these were four days out of date, but tasted lovely. Some bits of no-butter butter were placed on top of the potatoes.Some tangy sauce on the plate, to dip the bread with ham squashed in them… nice! The tasteless Asda raspberry ready-made jelly was well-edible to me. Then… as I was picking up the tray of fodder… again, I got a hit. And the plate and food had to be scraped up from the tray and floor! I was in semi-agony by the time I cleaned things up and dolloped the once attractive-looking food back on the plate. But I ate it all, well, not the bits with dust from the floor on them.
Flavour Rating: 4.8/10!
Then, I got weariness and tiredness come very late for me. Got the pots washed, and I honestly almost fell asleep at the sink doing them! Flavour Rating: 8.8/10!
As I was checking that the taps (faucets), and hobs were not left on, and made my way out of the door, I remembered I’d not checked the fridge and freezer doors. Went back to do so. They were okay, and the view outside I thought was amazing for the early hours of the day. Taking this photo of the houses, I noticed how surprisingly light the sky looked for this time of day?
I almost dropped into the aged, grotty-looking c1966 made, charity-shop-bought, horribly beige-coloured, £300, Harold’s Haemorrhoid-testing, non-operational, acne-giving, virus-breeding, rickety, easy-to-fall-out-of recliner, in search of .
But with almost immediate effect, began his tirade of fear, guilt and shame-producing verbals. The Git! . Ah, well…
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Hence I wrote this piece of cacography!
The day was full of anfractuosity…
I didn’t get much worthwhile done, you see…
Spent most of the time self-admonishingly!
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Mmm… a little dark this morning?
Sorted the waste bins into one bag, and put it near the door.
Looking good?
Mist clearing sooner today.
Made a brew of Glengettie, and dunked a few (3) of my newly discovered favourites biscuits. Tasted buttery, with an iota of salt taste. No bother to the bad teeth!
Aha, at last, some relief from pain, from !
Worked conscientiously on getting the Wednesday blog done. But with so many interruptions, and me forgetting I’d not done it, it was well late by the time it was posted.
A couple of snaps were taken. Both through the glass in the balcony. The top one didn’t come out well. Tsk! The bottom field shot was an improvement.
Started cooking the meat for the stewpot.
Potatoes in the slow cooker.
Then did a search of the web, to see where I may be able to get some of the Samaritan Olive Oil, for the ears. I’ve only got a day or two worth left to use. Spent yonks on searching and failing. The only one available was from Amazon, and I’ve finished with them, because their last three deliveries were left by the driver down in the main lobby, and I didn’t even know they’d been delivered! Other stuff left as well. I’m not up to going all that way down repeatedly in hopes that they will be there. I used to check on the internet tracker, but of course, often this was not possible; Due to failing… I found one other company that delivered it. Made an account with them (that took me an hour). Filled in the contact details, and as I was about to put the bank details in, I saw an icon: ‘Click here to ensure we can deliver to your area’; so I did – and they couldn’t. Shit! What a waste of time! I’ll ask if any carer is on Amazon and I can pay then and ask if they can order some for me. I’ve asked Chris, Benjamin and Marie for now, but all a no-go. Someone must be on Amazon who can help me? Never mind, I’ll investigate if I can use cooking olive oil on the web tomorrow. I can search the supermarkets for olive oil sprays as well.
More searching on the web, and I spotted that Morrisons claim to sell it. This brought forth great joy, and I got on their site to order some Samaritan Olive Oil. I nearly broke into a smile! My favourites came up, and knowing that a minimum order of £40 was needed, I ordered other stuff to make the required total. When I put in ‘Samaritan Olive Oil’ it indicated that this is not recognised or in stock! Another hour-plus lost without any luck! Made worse by… you can probably guess what’s coming… Yet still, it didn’t get to me like it usually would have? Worrying this is. Also, I had a few visits from , and the days mock, unexplainable accepting of things, no came to an end. I poddled to the wet room to have a shave and en route, had an ; it didn’t have me over but caused my right shoulder to wallop into the door frame. And all was forgotten about the minutes-earlier farces, and all felt, was how lucky I was not to have gone down on the floor! Even when burst into life! I’d drifted back into my earlier mode of ‘Hey Hoeidness!’ Of course, how long this will last, depends on the aggressiveness of my ailments, getting the flu jab done, and finding a way to get some ‘Samaritan Olive Oil’ for the ears. Also, depending on the mysteries of Woodthorpe Court, with the hobgoblins, spectres, gnomai, phantasms, grotesque succubae, Whoopsiedangleplops, ailments, extraterrestrials, ectoplasm, spirits, accifauxpas, rent increases, food price hikes, and the Fata Morganas, that have been sent to taunt, irritate and terminate my already limited, currently contented but pointless, insaneness of mind?
The evening looked very nice.
Good heavens. look at the time!
Oh, the food! Crikey I’ve left it on the hob cooking! Turned off the computer, not even having made a start on this template yet… All save! Phew! By gum that was nice! Flavour-Rating: 902/10. Worth all the time and effort to make, for once!. As I started to eat it, the Carer Arrived!
Finished the nosh and went to clean the pots & dishes. Beautiful night sky again! Straight ahead from the kitchen window… Then to the left a bit… Does anyone remember the ‘Golden Shot’ quiz on the telly? Bob Monkhouse compared it… Left a bit… Up a bit… A smidge right… Shoot! A great show, I thought. Produced by ATV for ITV between 1 July 1967 and 13 April 1975, based on the German TV show Der Goldene Schuß. The hostesses distracted from the games sometimes, but… Hehehe!
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – What a fantastic day it was today it was! Marvellous, gay, abandoned, happy, rewarding, stimulating... Fair enough, it’s just that I’m getting fed up to the one-and-a-half back teeth I’ve got left; with my own wailing & moaning about life’s naturally unlucky, perversive, frustrating pattern of late!In fact, it was a lot easier than yesterday’s doom, gloom and despondency & pessimism. But, not by a lot! I did the usual going off track when doing the blogging and found myself working on the rhyming words list again. So, it is now nearly 22:00hrsand I’m only just starting on this blog. Tired out, weary and fighting falling asleep. I’ve not yet had a meal, or shave, and I’ve been up since 02:55hrs! has had far greater success in getting me confused and misled.But one thing was like yesterday: instead of giving myself bad language and feeling sorry for myself, I’ve just said ‘Sod-it’ a few times, and was totally unaware of the things I’d not done, and started different things done, which confused me more than ever! I think I need help. Hehehe! – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
Woke, I looked at the clock and tried to get back to sleep, but without any luck, but I did try.
So about 02:55hrs, I got the night pouch removed from , then hauled my elephantine body from the c1966, £300 pound, second-hand charity-shop bought, crumb-containing, odour-retaining, Harold’s Haemorrhoid-testing, nauseatingly beige coloured, non-working, virus-breeding recliner. Temporarily, I had a desire to get so much done… it didn’t last long.
I went to check that no taps (faucets) or the stove had been left on, and I got the kettle on for a mug of Glengettie.
Got the waste bags sorted out.
To the wet room for a wash and get the medicationalisationings tackled. Shortages of medications: Germoloid, Germolene, Olive Oil and Nasal Spray! Tsk!
I’m not sure if I have some new leg water papules coming up or not.New spots of some sort? The feet seemed to have differing colours; they started like this last time the feet legs and especially the ankles blew up? I’ll check later. The white area on the toes seems to be getting bigger? My email, American Petal-Angel Lisa, suggested this may be Reynauds? I must look this ailment up. ♥
Got the computer on with a view to getting a good early start on yesterday’s blog finishing. But, no! With an hour of getting not much done was on…
The Asda order arrived while I was in another wait for the to start again. A big order today… Fridge products sorted… Then, the frozen ones… Too much bread in stock! Tsk! Fridge cram-packed… Bladder Belinda liquids built up… My new favourites, are LU soft lemon-flavoured cakes. Very nice indeed. During the day I ate two of these, four shortcake biscuits and two bananas. No meal yet but I may stay awake long enough to make something. Or not! Very nice, too!
Three hours after getting back on the computer. Brown-outs had grown to ten.
But seemed to be getting far less now?.
Then, my wandering off onto the word listing for the odes began! I spent hours on it, just not realising. Carer Kara called twice, and Carer Benjamin also.
As I was eating the second banana and taking this photo… I felt the warm liquid in the lower region inside the Protection Pants! I knew immediately that this was a bad one. Off to the wet room, it was I’m afraid due to . And no Daktacort Cream left! Stopping the flow of blood took me ages. Messed up my legs, dirtied the floor, and annoyed me so much. Once the flow stopped and I’d spent aeons medicating, it cost me another hour just to get the floor and myself clean again. The haemoglobin seemed very thick this time? I returned to the computer, cursing, almost spitting, and feeling rather pissed off again. Especially when my pathetic ground to a halt again. But it was the last failure. Bless them!
Carer Benjamin arrived for the late call. I was in a surprisingly perky mood for some reason.I took his blood pressure and temperature. All came out in NHS normal band: 123/68, Pulse 68 & Temperature 36.8 all good.
I went to the kitchen to put the oven on for hopefully some chips to bake. And took these two shots of the evening sky. Bootiful!
00:25hrs: I did some more on this blog. Then got the nosh sorted and were cooking.
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.
