Let’s give Labour a chance to cock it up, first… – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – At least it was different this morning. Well, it wasn’t, but it would have been nice if it had been. Confusion Conrad Reigned supreme! I took several photos. I lost or misplaced them, they escaped into the ether, or I forgot to insert the SD card. I think I merrily took shots of the catheter bag, a scene shot or two, and the bruise coming up where I trapped my fingernail in the kitchen drawer, expecting to retrieve them later for the blog.
My body and brain march onwards towards the obliviousness of total incapability and insanity. (I’m in no rush, mind!).
The pouch urine was far too red for comfort again. I sorted the waste bags (the photos self-destructed).
Got the computer onNow this shot one was not on the AWOL list.
A shot to the right from the kitchen. A shot to the right from the kitchen.
I may have got these in the wrong order?
The wee-wee kept changing colour, and the pouch suddenly filled up a few times.
As best I recall, Carer Maryham, poorly, bless her. Carer Chris made the second call, Carer Joanne the second, and Carer Victor, the third and fourth visit. Not exactly any seizures today, but the straightforward mind-blanks paid me too many visits. After each one, I struggled to regain what I was doing before; and ended up starting two or three, often more, different things and none getting finished. But, as Tom Jones sang, “It’s Not Unusual”. Was it him or Englebert?
Carers Health Checks of late, returns A fit lot of folks!
A blue shade sky tonight.
Got the meal prepped, cooked, and served. I kept to the diet and didn’t have any bread as I’d been instructed. I had a brown baguette instead. Ahem! By gum, it was a good un! Gobble, slurp… gone! Hehe!
Took this view as I washed the pots.
I went back to watch some TV, fell asleep, and Carer Vic arrived. He medicated me and took my socks off for the night. Oh, dearie me… He put some cream on once again, coming up with ankle lesions on both ankles/legs. Not good, this, at all!
I did find them, but it took me a lot longer than 11 seconds… nearer 11 minutes. Haha!
Gums bleeding after teeth cleaning.
Shaving, eight tiny nicks, no bother!
Showering: I deliberately took my time doing this. And I got through it without a single Accifauxpas or Whoopsiedangleplop. Smug-Mode Engaged!
Medicationalisationing: Harold’s Haemorrhoids were exceptionally tender. Little Inchy was bloodied, but nothing unusual in this. Olive oiled the earholes.
I applied eye sprays. Phorpain gelled both cartilages; I put plenty on and rubbed it in well.
Then, the big challenge… Getting the Protection Pants on. A bit of a farce… However, I did eventually get them on, but a slight tearing of the pants was overcome by my ingenious (well?) plan to use the Catheter tape to hold them together.
I even walked out of the wet room without knocking into the door frame. Smug-Mode Mark2
I started this blog but haven’t gotten very far…
For then, the interruptions flowed.
The gentleman from Diabetes Support rang. He explained that they could not meet me face-to-face, but I could use the App. I asked what that was: On your
mobile phone! – My mobile phone does not have internet access! – What? – My mobile phone does not have internet access! Well, use your iPad! (I’m not sure if he said iPad or ePad) – What are they? I can use my computer, can’t I? – No, it is not set up for computers, ask your doctor if she can arrange anything!
So, my hopes of getting any help with Diabetes 2 were over. I’ll have to find the time to search for advice on my computer. Felt a smidge low now.
Another try at blogging… The landline chimed and flashed; It was someone asking about the bed. Had the bar been fitted or not? – Yes! – Then someone will come out to you with a new mattress. – The one on the bed is new, I think? – That one was the wrong size! – Yes, they sent the wrong-sized bar as well. – That’s why I’m checking to see if the new bar has been fitted – Yes…
Can we come to fit the new mattress today? It’s no problem; I’m in all day. – Good!
I was a little perplexed, but I had to get back to starting this blog (I never did; you’ll gather that as I waffle on about my busy day).
Back to the blogging…
Carer Kara called; she only had 15 minutes, but she did an amazing job getting my socks on, checking the catheter bag, and putting my mind at rest about an email I’d had. Got the medications given and had to rush off. Thanks, Kara! ♥
Carer Christopher returned the laundry, and I put it away. Now, it’s well into the second half of the day!
Back to blogging…
I decided to make the second brew of the day; the first went cold again. I filled and sealed the waste bag.
Back to blogging…
The man with the mattress arrived. He was helpful; he had to remove the old mattress and put the new one on from the junk room (but they are all junk rooms).
Showed me how to use the lifter/lower control.
Back to blogging…
For about five minutes, it gave me time to put the first photos on in the wrong order and change them to where they should be… I was sorting the wristbands out, and one of them snapped. I swore and bent down to retrieve it…
Clouting my forehead on the way down against the edge of the open drawer. Got up a little too quick, and paid me a visit. Naturally, this was of no bother to a man of my calibre and resistance to pain; I laughed the matter off. Ahem!
It was getting late, so I gave up on the blogging as the tiredness and fog descended.
I took this photo as I went to the kitchen to make some nosh. Carer Chris arrived, looking in a rush. Well, it was his last call before his going home time. Hehe!
The meal consisted of a four-bean stew with added mini sausages and baguettes. A lemon yoghourt, too!
I emptied the day bag and was ready to attach the nocturnal pouch. Getting so tired now!
The second half of the day is a mystery to me. I took a turn and stopped doing everything. I got down in the second-hand, c1966, £300 charity shop-bought, wincingly grotty, beige-coloured, not working, crumb-covered from the nocturnal nibblings, itch-making, uncomfortable, virus-breeding, easy-to-fall-out-of recliner, and just stayed there. The symptoms were a new occurrence for me. I was not dizzy exactly, but oh so vague. My thoughts didn’t seem to be my own. Apart from getting up to empty the tank a few times, I sat there for about eight hours or more, seemingly uninterested in getting up. I was so drained, but Sweet Morpheus was not attainable at all. I stayed there for two Carer visits. No meal, and no interest in eating. I left the TV on all the time, with the sound off. The odd dropping-offs were short… and at about 01:00hrs, as I got up to empty the pouch again, my balance was all over the place. I had a sense that I may not have checked the taps and cooker, so went to the kitchen, all fine, then the wet room… Things were fine there, too; as I turned to leave, a short had me walking into the doorframe yet again. Thus, setting off into action. This Accifauxpas seemed good to me. I became a little more compos-mentis of things, but that brought on the realisation that I had not even started on the blog yet. Tomorrow, the Diabetes Phone Call and Assessment are due in the morning. Will I ever get this blog done? Back came the fretting and worrying about just about anything that had been absent during the seizure, and I almost welcomed the concerns and worries back home like a lost puppy! Hehe! A short time later, I took a photo of the morning view and got the ablutions tended to. A shave, sh…, teggies, and shower. I’ll have to rush this one. Sorry for missing stuff and for mistakes that are bound to slip through. It’s been a busy day all the same, so there’s a lot to recall when I upload the pictures. I’m hoping they will prompt Memory Michael., but… Hehe! Some scribble is still readable on the notepad for the earlier part of the day.
06:10hrs: I sprang back to life, full of vim and vigour, bounded out of the recliner and did twenty press-ups, 40 Toe-Touches and 5 minutes shadow boxing… . Back to the truth… 06:10:hrs: As I moved, I could feel Little Inchy’s Fungal Lesion bleeding. I noticed that the urine in the pouch was very dark… I emptied the wee into the jug I use for the day bag, and it looked far too red for my liking. The District Nurses have not visited me for a couple of months now, and I will do my best to remember to ring them later and tell them about the catheter not being removed for so long. Oh, and the electric-like pains in the ankle. Although I’m certain, this is caused by saying I’m sure of something maybe stretching the actuality of things.
Another foggy morning.
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Foggier now.
Asda order arrived Five items are out of stock. I still have some of my favourites. . These burgers are so nice tasting. The best-tasting baguettes I’ve ever had! Back on the computer.
Carer Shaquille arrived. Did his things, and we had a laugh along the way.
Carer Kara arrived later on. She sorted out some emails for me and showed me how to reject further emails from whoever. It was so easy as well, but with my eyesight, I missed the option at the bottom of the emails in question; it was in light green and or pink. Be lost without her. ♥
The doctor’s surgery rang on the landline, with the NHS Anticoagulation, Deep Vein Thrombosis, and Warfarin test results and dosages.
The Seizure Struck. Well dark when I came out of it.
Beautiful late afternoon clouds. With a brown hue, very pretty!
The brown was turning to blue an hour later. Wonderful variations!
. Took these over five minutes, capturing the sun on its way down over the horizon. And turning red. It made me think of Putin!
Put the TV on.
Does this take you back? Heartbeat is my favourite TV programme.
Just as bad were my Moon photo takings…Wobble and a double moon. Another bad un… Nearly missed it altogether… Aha, Gorrit!
Later shot from the kitchen.
tended to me. Got diabetic socks on my feet and Phorpain Gel, which medicated me.
Blogging for an hour or so and ordering food for next Monday. 06:30>07:20hrs.
Gotten Himmel! That suddenly filled up!
Carried them into the kitchen No potatoes! But hot dog rolls and baguettes last a week if I use the freezer. Drink treats for the nurses & carers. There are low-cal sausages and some franks in there, too. Wholemeal cob hot dogs? Milk and Carers treats The fridge was filled. The freezer is full, too!
Even darker wee-wee now.
Carer Chris saw how long and so low down the new Catheter day pouch was. He tried to shorten the thick, wide tubing, but it was glued on, so there was no go. We both think this was a female bag. I’m in great pain as I now have to bend down as low as my ankle to get to the release valve for emptying, which is not suitable. I’ll ask Kara if she can see if these are ladies’ bags tomorrow. Massive tubing! The release valve is far too low down.
Lovely view.
Late night shot. Not too bad for me.
Made hot dogs and had them with tomatoes and mushrooms with a splash of low-calorie tomato sauce in each sliced roll. The chips are processed out of a packet cold, which the Nurse tells me are low in carbs and calories, and I’m allowed to eat.
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – Sorry this is short, but I was so busy making mistakes and correcting things. Losing things and going off track, getting involved in many activities and tasks simultaneously. I forgot what and where I was with earlier self-made missions. They all sort of merged and melted away until something reminded me. Then, I’d tackle the unfinished job and lose what I was doing at that time again. Tomorrow, I will start the three times daily (But only once for the first three days) 15-minute exercises again. Like I had after the stroke. But I’m doing them at home this time. I’m told to leave the bending and lifting ones off but double up on the joint ones, so I get 15 minutes’ worth done each time. I can decide when I find the leaflet, but I remember most of them pretty well – I recall the different pains each open left me in. Hahaha! Might get some stickers for the touch pads they had at the centre. Oh, I am brave, & a fibber!
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – I only got three of them in 25 minutes! Of course, I can blame my being, , , and . The bits of skin constantly fall from my forehead onto the lenses of my nine-year-old spectacles. I’m still doing daily searches to find the new glasses in the flat somewhere!
I was born with nothing… And have most of it left! Of luck, good fortune, I’m bereft, Surviving was my only skill or craft, And being willing and able to graft, I bet St Peter will have a laugh! Hehehe!
A new pattern design from the automatic warping fingers of . I’ve no control over the digits at all. No wonder I’m making so many mistakes typing and dropping things.
A Great Vagueness followed. No idea which Carer called or what I did or didn’t do for about four hours. I do recall worrying about the electrical checks due tomorrow… but I was unclear why? Maybe losing the internet connection?
Late evening sky… Gorgeous!
I saw a few figures in these shots.
No evacuation boredom for me. A difference on every visit. Hehe!
This was not good! Looks like a spot of blood in the dark, misty-looking urine on this last emptying out of the . Oh, dearie me!
I found a jar of frankfurter sausages in the cupboard and decided to have them in the wholemeal cobs with a few chips. It looked pretty good… However, the sausages tasted rank! I trashed them after the first bite. But ate the rolls and chips. I gave a decent score because, for once, the chips and bread both tasted absolutely fantastic! I later discovered that the jar of sausages were dated use-by-Nov 22! – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – My mood today was, erm… how do I explain it without repeating myself? Nothing went right, yet nothing went disastrously. I was already so far behind with everything, at the time I seemed to have a ‘Sod-It’ temperament. Which slowly, as the day went on, transformed into one of self-pity, self-cussing and a search for some intoxicant, to calm myself down. Had I known what awaited me on Monday morning, (it is now Monday evening, and I’m just starting the blog for Sunday!) I may have considered suicide, if I wasn’t such a coward, it was that bad this morning… But I digress; I do that a lot, you know!) I’ll have to put less in and try to make time to catch up. I considered doing just a cartoon, a quiz, an ode, and local news on, and any photos I take? Here be the photos, a lot has been missed of (I hear a sigh of relief? Haha!)
Not a good start!
Morning kitchen view.
Off to the wet room… ARGH! Ablutions tackled. The legs and feet looked better now. But both cartilage and backs of the knees were worse. Got the medicationing done. Two shaving cuts, a stubbed toe and a heck of a job getting the PPs on.
Computer on, CorelDraw for graphics.
On the third day of pouch emptying, I tried to photograph. It looked like semolina as the bubbles rose to the top. Hahaha!
Took an afternoon shot of the clouds. As I took the first one, a crow flew into view. By the time I adjusted Kodak Tim to get a close-up, he or she was long gone. Tsk! The sun’s setting was earlier than ever tonight.
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – 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!
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – I think I found two, the one at the bottom of this blog and one on a sheep to the farmers, right? Carer found another this morning below the one at the bottom of the blog, under the farmer’s hand. – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
04:30hrs woke with the TV still on. Removed the nocturnal catheter. Made for the wet room without taking any view shots. It was important that I get the ablutions and dreading dressing done ASAP, just in case there were any of the usual events.
Got the shaving and washing done without too much bother. And started to get dressed… This took me over twice as long as it did to do the ablutions and the medicationalisationing! Pain, blood, bruise, bent the little picker-upper, tore the Protection pants, and had to start again. So, Normal-Status Adopted.
Nice red band on the right ankle. Photo taken after creaming it. A new spot was found on the left leg. Slippers on. I couldn’t get the left leg one on, so asked Care Joanne to to put it on when she arrived. Carer Joanne called. She is still having problems with her catheter, and I found it therapeutic to listen to other’s problems for once. We, as usual, found time for a bit of a laugh and joke. Within a minute of Joanne proffering her farewells, chimed from the door chime. It was Carer Maryham, doing the domestic call. She kindly got on with it while I took a sleep, in the knowledge that she would wake me in time for a final check that I’d collected everything needed, ready for the clinic visit, and catch the Easy Link bus. Which the gal did. I got the 3-wheeled walker, and Maryham walked me down to the ground floor, well, in the lift.
Hello, the old clock is back on the wall in the main lobby. I imagine the new clock had been stolen, along with my and other’s bags of laundry? Hehe!
It was drizzling out there, and the mud could be seen that had been walked into the building. My favourite driver was outside waiting for me to be picked up, from Easy-Link. She got the money from my various pockets to pay for the lift and we were off. Turning right down Winchester Street Hill. Sneaked this ahoy en route… But dropped the camera, and I was firmly in the grip of the seat belt, and could not retrieve Kodak Tim, which settled between my legs… until we arrived at the Riverside. I discovered that Dominic, was not there today, and it should have been last Monday that I could speak with him. Of course, these things could happen to anyone… but the odds were it would have to be me!
I decided to have a walk around Bulwell Market and the river until the lift came to fetch me in two hours… but first I had to ask where the toilets were to empty out, you know what… Flipping dark! But it was easy enough to empty today, and hot water and soap to wash with. I hobbled out into the rain and walked to the Bulwell Market and the shops. This was an expensive trip out! Not particularly busy, but with the rain? Looking a little gloomy, too! Called in the Heron store. Needed help with using the cash dispenser again, Tsk! Came out with a bag of fodder, and down to the B&M store. Left with a bigger bag of purchases. Then to the Poundland Store, got some Walkers Worcester sauce potato sticks for a pound, a pack of six and a giant bag of bird seed, and made my way across the road to the river and the pigeons waiting for me. And getting well-soaked at the same time! They must have recognised me? Bless, them… Then a hobble back to the riverside, in the rain. Getting murky again as I approached the building. The lift was waiting in the car park for me. Took these below on the trip home to the empty flat. Hehe! Exiting the car park. En route. Bestwood, I believe. Top Valley? Unknown. Sherwood. Back at the prison… I mean flats! I mused over three weeks ago when my laundry and new bag were never returned, along with a few other poor residents. The following week, I put it all in my new bag, and the laundry was returned… but in an old bag; I mentioned that it was my laundry but not my bag, and they took away the bag. Yesterday, three days after sending and paying for it to be washed, it came back damp. We pulled up, And the gentleman said his farewells, and up to the cell… no, no… flat. Emptied out the fodder from the bags. And got on with making something to eat. Had a go at the blog and finished it in a jiffy… well, maybe not. I got it finished nine hours later.
Checked on the cooking and saw that King Charlie is out of hospital but must recuperate for a week… Ha! This prompted me to write the News Snippet at third from the top for the blog. ‘Charlie is out of hospital’!
Midnight, and in need and ready for sleep… but it wasn’t to be granted. Cheers!
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – TIP: Seasonal – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – After the longest night’s sleep of the year, of over eight hours! 06:55hrs: I was woken from my deep heavenly sleep to the tune of the door chime charmingly but alarmingly chiming . (A caring gal), was eventually recognised as the fizzled brain tried to get into gear. It was hard work, confusing and annoying to me cause I knew I was waffling about the leg straps and diabetic socks but could not get a hold of things. The gal gave me the medications and put the compression socks on me, but I struggled with fitting the two leg straps. I tried to guide her, but I was as much use as a bible in a mosque. Thanked her, and off she went to her next person in need.
Storm Babet was settled in for the majority of the day. A run of nine hours of rain. As a record of this, I took photos of the end car park mudslide throughout the day as it gradually grew gruesomely! Tried to take a close-up through the window. Then, opposite the flats. It’s flowing down now. Tried a closer shot with the window open. Then, an even closer one. Muddier water now… Still growing slowly. Another close-up. The top white car had escaped. It’s at its peak here!
Ablutionings.
Mug of Glengettie.
The District Nurse, Sophina, arrived. Now I’ve got two new diabetic socks on, with ankle straps, I think. Poor gal got soaked in the rain, and her feet and socks soaked through. Luckily, I have several pairs of new, unworn socks from back in the day when they fitted, and I could use . And we went in to pick a pair so she could have dry tootsies on for the rest of her rounds. Lovely gal.
Do you remember me telling you about her? It was never easy to manipulate by getting worse legs into the darned thing. Every time, I ended up with bruises, bleeding or blood nips. Many Tumbles as well. But nowadays, she lurks in the spare room, and I feel a hatred (well, fear) for her each time I go into the room. I swear the green-coloured, plastic-covered metal implement of torture still laughs as I go by! I can no longer physically cope with using her now. ‘Thank Goodness!’
As indeed, the other five visits of the day were!
Late afternoon,The plastic pouring cones arrived. I refilled a dropper bottle with Olive Oil. And to think they came from Taiwan within three days of ordering! When I was filling the bottle, a burst forth from the door chime. A resident had seen the other driver leave the quilt I ordered for the bed that may never arrive, and he’d left it in the ground floor lobby! Things have gone missing from there many times, and I thanked the man venomously for bringing it up to me. Now, if I can get some help with ringing the Age UK number the nurse gave me, I can find out if they can help at all, pay them, and after the clearing is finished, inform Sarah from the Falls & Rehabilitation Team that it is cleared, and then she will order a bed for me. But I have to find out first if they can help. Then, there is that new appointment at the EENT for the post-cataract procedure – whatever that is. I’ve got to book a lift with Easy-Link there & back. It’s all go here! Haha!
THE QUILT
At midnight, I gave up on the blog and got my Friday meal prepared.Although, it was a Saturday meal by the time I got it cooked and served up. Not too bad. Taste-Rating: 7.2/10
The night Catheter Pouch was far too dark! Fancy that? Inchy having lousy luck!
Before leaving to get the lift to the clinic, I suffered three of these types of visits. Hey-Ho!. Then, the problematic stand-up ablutioning session! Couldn’t put the papule leaking let in water to wash it; it was a solo job with the left foot. The shaving seemed to go pretty well. Getting dressed was farcical.
Put some spuds in the crock pot. I try to remember to turn on the low setting as I leave later… I then proceeded… to do the waste bags and the one I was putting the others into split open! Huh! A right mess to clean up and , and all joined in with the right and spoilt the day!
Carer Richard was not his usual self. Tired out, I’ll be bound.
I did get the Sunday blog finished & posted off. Because I stayed up so late working on it. Many mistakes!
A final call to the Porcelain Throne.
Then, off downstairs to await my lift. Had a go at the crossword in the lobby. But it was hard work with these terrible new glasses.
Kept looking outside in case the minibus arrived. . Not here yet, so I took this snap of the local weeds. Yet they look beautiful to me! A selection of nub-ends caught my attention in the end car parking area.
The minibus arrived, and I got belted up and grabbed from my pocket. Taking snaps through the window en route to town and the Audio Clinic. Up The hill to Mapperley. Mapperley Road. New student accommodation is being built. Town and Parliament Street. . Multi-screened cinema on the left. Up Derby Road and down onto… The Ropewalk from the top end.Many years ago, there were all posh houses with servants and butlers. Lawyers, private detectives, and many shops and offices have been converted into student apartments.
THE CLINIC The driver dropped me off in front of the building. I hobbled limpingly and painfully into the big hall. The receptionist recognised me and indicated by pointing for me to sit down. So, I did! After a while, I got the crossword book out. A chap behind me mentioned, some 15 minutes or so later: “I talk to myself when doing crosswords, as well!” Haha!I didn’t realise I was nattering away, but the lady to my right said: “I understand!” Hehehe!
THE RIDE HOME: I was called in to see the Technician. Who at first was patient with me stuttering and forgetting things. She got the hearing aids off me and gave them some routine maintenance. She looked in my earholes, declaring she had never seen so much compacted wax before, as she checked the left lughole. She’ll make an appointment to have the wax eased and removed where safe, then another meeting for an Audiologist to test my hearing. She thinks they will not be on the same day, though. She was laughing when she was talking to the receptionists, and they both looked at me as I returned to the waiting area with the refurbished aids in situ. I could hear a muffled noise of talking.
Excellent job the lady technician did on the hearing aids! Not good on the phone, though.
I did sneak a photo of the waiting area. But it was not on the SD card when I got home. Snagknangles!
As I walked out of the clinic, the man was arriving at the optimum time. Getting settled in the seat, out came my beloved , for more window shots on the way back.
Up along the Ropewalk. Down towards the City. Right onto Woodborough Road. As we stopped near a bus stop, next to the recently built student flat complex. Tsk! Bottom of the hill… To the top and down towards the flats. This shot of the flats came out decently. I paid the man, gave him a choice of nibbles, and got myself inside the Woodthorpe Court lobby. I walked through the link passage to Winwood Court and informed Warden Deana and Julie of my arrival home. On my way back, I took a few photos of the shrubbery at the back, through the windows. Can you see the buried sitting bench on the right, below? It took a wider shot showing both benches. I may try to have a kip out there?
Thought to the lift, and in and up… I took this sad selfie!
I could feel , the pain from the nearly full Catheter, and blood trickling down my inner legs from poor .
Got in and rang Meridian to advise them I had returned. But still had the hearing aids in… I could hear nothing, I didn’t even know if anyone had answered my call? I gave up.
Had a look at the leg. Looks like some blood has gotten mixed with the water? Still, the nurse is coming in the morning.
I got on with this blog update start.
came, I didn’t realise how late it was. By the time he’s gone, I had suddenly sunk in a weariness.
I got the spuds out of the slow cooker, halved some and got them in the oven. Turned off the computer. So tired!
Got the nosh made earlier than usual, partly due to me feeling so drained after my little trip out to the clinic. I dined well! A vegetable hotpot (ready-made) with the extra boiled and baked potatoes added. Nice! Taste-Rating: 8.5/10.
Arrived for the last visit of the evening. Eye drops medications, and I took his BP. And it came out just fine! SYS 123, DIA 70, Pulse 77, Temp 36.6°f Fit lad! He took a snap of . The nurse in the morning. It’d been leaking again, of course, and occasionally stinging like mad. The Community Nurse may have to stick more of the padding back on.
I fell asleep the moment that departed.
But it only hasted for about 4 hours; I woke, rose, and took off the pouch automatically, thinking it must be gone by 07:00hrs at least… I was wrong, it was 02:45hrs. Tsk!
Farewell, friends, and have a festively fun future!
