Photos from the balcony

Inchy: Wednesday 3rd January 2024: More blanks than memories!

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Was the main hassle today. he spent most of the time off in the ether, far away. But, what do I know? A close second was persistent  , a frequent visitor, who ruined so many of my plans and hopes of any chance of improvement in mental health. He didn’t linger for long, but he did so often. Repeatedly, with a dogged determination to depress me more. I was mentally up and down like a yo-yo all day and night. I think that must have gone into coalition, and made a cunning deal, or agreement, with nightly , to have a go at me nocturnally too. I certainly woke up in an unaccountably niggly, self-hating mood.
Still, not much detail, but I’ll press on…

A smidge dark.

Late morning sky, 04:30hrs.
Late morning sky, 04:32hrs.

 . Just when I was going to the wet room to get the ablutions done! I was in such low spirits, that I pressed on and got the shaving done first, fetching, having to struggle carrying hot water from the kitchen in the kettle and saucepan, and back again several times. Humph! It didn’t bother me in the slightest.
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A couple of cuts shaving. One bled badly.
Had to clean up the haemoglobin on the sink & floor!

Carer Chris arrived and got the diabetic socks, and leg straps, on for me, and meds were given.

I recall calling later on, and she helped me sort something out I think, but I have no idea what it was. It might come back. (So might World Peace!) The missing laundry has not been returned.

Chimed out, and off to the door I hobbled.
No one there? Another of the Mysteries of Woodthorpe Court, with the hobgoblins, spectres, gnomai, phantasms, ghosts, the grotesque succubae, extraterrestrials, ectoplasms, spirits, or the Fata Morganas, that have been sent to taunt, irritate and terminate my already delicate state of mind?

Got with the much-belated Tues blog.

The mudslide reclining?

View during the rain, through the balcony.

View from the kitchen in the rain.

Rain stopping now.

Sorry, not much in this.

TTFN

Inchy: Fri 20 Oct 2023 Storm Babet Blasts-In!

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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

TTFNski, Each

Tuesday 20th September 2022: Ode Cartoon & Diary

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TUESDAY’s POLITICAL CARTOON
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Not that I’d had any sleep to wake up from, but I dropped some pluppets of wind, then moved into a position ready to free myself from the clutches of the second-hand, £300, c1968, overwhelmingly-sickeningly beige coloured, tatty, uncomfortable, wobbly-recliner. At this stage, I changed plans and made my way to the wet room for the. The was also needed a visit.
I whipped down the sleeping slacks sharpishly, fearing a partially liquid evacuation. Splurge-splatter all over and done within seconds!
Ah, now the teeth breaking… I mean cleaning and the potentially dangerous shaving to be done.

I wetted the chops and neck, then a good covering of shaving cream, and I was off. The blood flowed at the first glide of the four-blade razor down the chin! Several minor nicks followed, and one at the back of the neck that I could not get to see. So, after doing the teeth, breaking GC broken toothanother lump out of the double molar, which also bled away! It was bleeding long after I’d finished the ablution and got dressed. I discovered that I’d torn the gum as well, but still, I managed to stop it in the end.

The only other ailment bothering me was . Very tender! Duodenal Donald and Anne Gyna were being sweethearts this morning. And Dizzy Dennis, , and the recent nuisance was nice and calm, too! Worrying innit?

I went to make a brew of Glengettie tea and took this photograph of the dark dank morning out there. To me, it looked nothing like on here when I viewed it on the viewer screen on the camera. Most disappointed in my efforts, I thought it would be much sharper?

Arrived. Richard was in the much better form today. We had a netter and chinwag. Seemed to go on for ages. I enjoyed us putting the world to rights. Hehehe! Took his lesser-filled treats bag with him, taking the waste bag with him. I think I mentioned something to him as he went down the lobby, and I have a feeling it was about something important, but I’m blown if I can remember what it was about now.

I got out the Boot’s Sphygmomanometer, manufactured by ZDEAC (Zhongshan Daguan Electrical Appliance Company Ltd) in Guangdong, China, out and working. And what a change in the figures today!

The up and down results continue.
SYS 132 (lowest for a week!) The DIA was within range at 72. The pulse had, at last, come down to 87 after five says being in the red zone.

And the body temperature was the best for weeks, at 34.3°f!

.I put the new figures for today into the Excel graph. I wanted to get an average reading, but it’s so long since I’ve used Excel I wouldn’t remember how to do it. Can’t read the advice I found on the web; when I zoom in, it gets more blurred than ever.

It’s times like this, and the same as yesterday when I made a right mess with WordPress and nearly lost the day’s blog. That I wish the Cataract operation would come soon.

I pondered over the failed morning view taken earlier. I do a lot that, you know, pondering. Hehehe! Trying to think what I’d done wrong. Especially after last night’s decentish sun-setting shots.

You are forgiven for not believing what this photo was of that I took next… Tsk!
Go on, have a guess. Haha! Yet again, it looked nothing like this disaster on the viewer screen? The red light shows, was the back of the Lumix, the charging of the battery light. Obviously, I took this with the Fuji camera. So that’s a mess I’ve made of a Lumix picture. And a disaster with the Fuji. Has the Cataract gotten worse? Am I going bonkers? Have I lost it altogether? Humph!

Just to put yet another dampener on things, I stood up to go and get the kettle on.
Yes…
Much pissed-offed language flowed, a few naughty words were uttered, and my mood dipped again, my interest in everything flailed, and depression dawned… not to mention the agony it left me in! It also pulled viciously at and her knee!
MedPhorpainI got a great dollop of Phorpain gel and rubbed it energetically all around the right knee. It did not ease the pain at all. So I took another Codeine.

Then, the same as the week before last, the instant fatigue come over me. I knew I just had to sit myself down and likely fall asleep. I had the forethought to make some rice for a meal, in case I’m in the land of nod for as many hours was last Thursday, or was it Wednesday? Luckily the rice can be cooked in the microwave, but of course, I can’t read for how long. Huh, then I remembered forgetting to ask Richard to read it this morning!
I’m going to get the rice done and sat down. I’m not feeling very good at all now?

Made myself some rice, added mushrooms and a bit of BBQ sauce.
The flavour rating, as best I recall, is 7/10.
Then I flopped down in the c1968 recliner and, for hours, did my best to get some sleep. My body instructed me to.
Nonetheless, I stayed awake. I did come close to nodding off a couple of times, but on the first occasion, started banging about upstairs and woke me. I think this is when I took these two photos?
Not sure, though. But it was light, so must have been around then. Both of and from the balcony.

The next time I was about to find bliss with Sweet Morpheus, ♫ Oh, Susana ♫ burst from the door chime.
Struggled up and to the door. It was Josie bringing the dishes and tray back from her Sunday lunch.

Finally… at last, around 18:00hrs, it was getting dark, and I actually drifted off to sleep! But moments later sprang awake with a jump. Unsure of why I had to get up to check the front door, intercom, mobile, and each room in case something had toppled over or similar. It gave me chance to unlock the front door before a carer arrived, at least. Nothing untoward or possible reason for whatever did wake me up with such a jolt and had my mind and body limbs threshing out.

Then minutes later, I was close again to joining Sweet Morpheus; and ♫ Oh, Susana ♫ burst from the door chime. It was the Sam arriving. Despite the rude awaking, I was glad to see Sam. Who dealt me the medications, and she closed the curtains for me. Choice of nibbles in thanks.

Sleep was still resistant, despite my body and mind begging for some.
No idea when I did drop off into the land of nod, but when I woke up, I felt a lot easier and fresher. And with a frantic need of the Porcelain Throne!