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I thought of escaping, for adventure, with other activists,
I say activist, it’s a Carer, to be honest…
To my tree copse, too far to get to the forest,
With Lymphorrhea, seizures & my wounded wrist,
The trip had to be cancelled: it’ll be sorely missed,
The nurse hasn’t arrived yet to examine my neurolysis,
If she does come, she just might get a kiss…
Matron may call, look at my eczema & mucinosis,
Must get to the bank, or I’ll be penniless.
I had a minute today, pondering Starmers’ fakiness,
His intractable recalcitrances & profligacies,
His lies, his greed and his perfidies,
His transgressions, wrongdoings and peccancies,
His cabinet has far too many numbnutses,
Keirs’ deviations from truth, mendacity & aberrances,
Why has he not aroused more hatred & abhorrences?
He has certainly lit up my venomousness!, Starmer’s antics take over the Ode again. I’m remiss!
Lack of rain, the poor agriculturalists,
Ah, the door chime chimed; mayhap one of the nurses?
Nope, it’s a Carer to give me my medications,
Old ailments are back again, there’s Earache Erasmus,
Colin Cramps and Paradoxical Dylan Dyskinesias,
The seizures? Still waiting to see etiologists.
To know why I contracted Merit’s Ménière’s Disease,
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Although, yet again, DDDD-Darius is back. With me now. The Horis visits were the best times of the morning, day, week, & Month! I may try to smile a little; Carer Ejaz has the camera. I did my best!
Snaps of the day!
Darkest urine for a while.
Early to rise today, 04:10hrs. Straight on with the Reversal in the ARGH!
Washed, shaved, Porcelain Thrones. Then made a brew of Glengettie tea.
This is when the seizures kicked off. All short ones, but so many of them. Although I thought I’d fallen asleep at one time while doing the blog, I could have been having a prolonged seizure. I’m not sure. If so, it was one of the longest ones I’ve ever had. Well over five hours. I couldn’t have been asleep that long… could I? I can recall the Carers coming, Ejaz and then Mizra. I’m sure something happened to cheer me up. Because Hih Mode Horis was with me for hours. I’m confusing myself as I read the few scribbled notes on the memory pad. And despite being on the computer for hours, so little had been done when I came around from one of the later short seizures and was suffering confusion and loss of balance again; I realised that, upon waking up or possibly coming round from the long sleep or seizure, I felt fine.
The bafflement got some new energy when I realised none of the three medical calls on the calendar had been to see me. I soon realised that I had most likely scheduled them for the wrong day. Humph!
Then fretted over which day they were for. I’ll be in a pickle if they are all for Wednesday!
I’m sure they must be for Tuesday, tomorrow.
Just had a quick prayer there!
I’ve a caller on the calendar for Wednesday evening between 5:30 and 6:30 p.m.
I just hope the Dentist gets the teeth done in time.
I semi-panicked a bit then. I double-checked the calendar, and the appointment is for 14:40 hours; I thought it was 15:40. (I’m waffling on well here, Haha.) They might schedule an appointment for later to have the teeth removed and set up the necessary procedure to have dentures supplied.
I just had a short-lived seizure. A minute, maybe. I felt myself going. I had to wait for fifteen minutes to clear my head before writing this, and it’s still not right, and Glaucom Gladys is getting foggy, and it’s a rare event… I’ve got a cracking headache now.
Going to take a Codeine. Dizzy Dennis and Lost-Balance Belinda want to play.
Cooking-Mode-Engaged! Sarnies made with soft Farmhouse sliced bread. No butter-butter, loaded with Brunswick ham. On the dish: Two reheated potatoes, and beer-battered chips done in the oven. Tasty Isle of Weight tomatoes, red & yellow, and the last of the fresh podded peas. With one Farmhouse sausage. A pot of vegan lemon dessert. I ate all of it, as well! Nice!
It took me a while to get through it.
Went to wash the pots, and the flaming weird headache returned, accompanied by the first visit of the day from an angry .
Sleep, as tired as I felt, was not an option when I settled to watch TV before moving to bed.
Usually, most times, I fall asleep at the first set of adverts. The arrival of ailment number twenty-four made things worse. I do realise that is, in fact, my own ‘out-of-order’, ‘awaiting-repairs’ brain; that was tormenting me with reminders of past mistakes and bad decisions taken throughout my life. Bringing on
shame, embarrassment, guilt, humility & ignominy.
He entrenched himself, and tenaciously tormented and tested my limit of coping. Struggling with this, I decided to get up and take my mind off and his angst.
I went to check the kitchen to make sure I hadn’t left the faucets/taps running, the stove or microwave on, and the fridge door securely closed.
The view was worthy of my taking a Kodak-Tim-2 camera shot. So, I did. The mist still lingered. It’s been hanging around for the last three days and nights now. As I turned away from the window, I found a 5-litre, large glass jar of pickling vinegar on the floor. As I against it.
It had to be the right foot one. Which is the most painful one, didn’t it? . Naturally!
I got back into the main junk-room, turned of the TV, and with hope and a prayer in my heart, that Steve and Anne Gyna would allow me to get some sleep.
Only affected my sleep, repeatedly. Anne Gyna & Steve eased off enough to find Sweet-Morpheus. Each time Nicolas jerked me awake, I was soon back into the land of nod. Which helped me oversleep again!
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – Good Run Continuing! – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – POLITICAL, AGAIN – – The future of the world? A bloodstain, East, West, ne’er the twain… We can’t agree to help Ukraine, Redtop is back as President again… ::::: Oligarchs, a financial sovereign, People starving in Suriname, Chinese think war is a game… Prices and tax rises, gigantean. ::::: Starmer, EU, arcane, inhumane, Backhanders, threats to ducdame, Wars, death, it always the same, Do they resist, desist, complain or deign? ::::: Our planet should be a hallowed fane, We think more of money, financial gain… Help each other? Or eat our frangipane? What I write, I believe, is germane, ::::: People are so much more legerdemain, Proletariats can do nothing, we’re lurdane, To Politicians: life’s a profitable game, Russia, USA, China, all are Suzerain! ::::: Which leader is a Bonapartean? Which leader is a Hitlerarean? Which leader is a Robespierrean? Which leader is a Shakespearean? ::::: Do they know that life is not a video game? Blaming each other as the villain, What they say, they do not mean… Each leader just wants to be the top apogean! – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – FURTHERMORE & NOT WITHSTANDING… A little serious, the above may seem, Peace is something that rulers cannot attain,
Leaders do not accept the blame…
Neither do they feel or show any shame,
They’re extraordinarily, transmundane,
Am I living in the spiritual realm?
Who’s controlling Earth’s helm?
Is the planet getting overwarm?
Will we live to earth unwarm?
Are Earth’s leaders part of a secret deern?
Nuclear, coal, hydrogen, nor windfarm,
Will stop doing Earth harm,
Will the promised saviour ever return,
Keir spouts primarily lies & aeriform,
I don’t think politicians are homoiotherm,
Their actions affect my neuroectoderm,
Labours mob, are worst, skelm! – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – I discovered some snaps that I forgot to include in yesterday’s blog. Here they are. Better late than never. I managed to finish the longish Friday ode done before it got too busy. Seizures were again few & far between.
Afternoon views of the puffer clouds. I’m glad I caught the contrails.
Evening shots. Sunset. The high up moon.
Evening meal, well, the only meal. Mixed a tin of chilli with a ready-made chilli meal. Bread & Lemon cake. Slurp!
Not a lot of detail in depth today. It’s been a busy day, and I’m being told off. Hehe!
A smidge deeper shade today.
VISIT Not half!
Clock-Calender reset.
Daybreak shot.
Midday.
17:30hrs.
Notepad notes: Many are unreadable even with the spyglasses and reading glasses on. I’m assuming it’s always the same when it comes to teatime. It’s been like this for over a week now. I’ve partly guessed at some and left others out—not that many were on the pad. When things calmed down, I had a go at the word list replacement again. I wish I could rid myself of this addiction..
But it seems I’m obsessive. And I can’t!
Found the photos in the camera’s memory.
Multiple corrections were needed to balance things layout-wise before posting it on the blog. I got so angry with myself. This alone cost me well over an hour after I’d spent over two hours updating.
An undecipherable bit here…
Carers Marie and Selina made the first two calls. Marie changed the day catheter for me. There’s another unreadable bit here on the pad.
Phone Call from Social Services. She was not pleased with me. Sadly.
Chris did the teatime Carer call.
I realised that I’d not sorted out the catheter contraptions. Mind you, I knocked over the drawers in the kitchen, and it took me at least three hours to sort out and reorganize them.
The main problem was that I did not stop working on the stupid word list. I’m not sure while I am doing it. I don’t think I’ll live long enough to finish it. Haha!
Went on comments and WP Reader.
Then realised how hungry I was. I almost returned to recompiling the word list, but I stopped myself.
Must get something to eat now. I’ll catch up in the morning. (He says!)
I was getting the meal and about to photograph it when the landline chirped up. It was someone asking to speak to Helen. ‘No Helen’s here…’ – ‘Come on duffhead, don’t fart about!’ – ‘I think you’ve got the wrong number!’ – ‘Oh, shit, sorry midduck!’ So at least I knew it was someone from Nottingham when he used ‘midduck. ‘ Hehehe!
I forgot to take a photo of the meal: mashed potatoes, mackerel in BBQ sauce, beetroot, crispy onions, and garden peas. It was not as good as it sounded.
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Now I’ve got problems with the new Pharmacist,
The prescriptions were not delivered by the chemist,
Got to phone Matron at the clinic…
Then, the dispenser chap at Jaypex,
I was less confused with Covid and Brexit!
Hearing aid kaput, that takes the biscuit!
Can’t hear folks talk on the phone; dolorific!
Got to ring Matron Julie; that’ll be terrific!
Plans and logic have gone folkloric!
Are my memories actual or fictitious?
I thought the swap-over was completed?
My remaining confidence is now depleted!
Problems! But am I to blame or guiltless?
Mix-ups, failures, unknown conjunctures…
Forgot, misheared, errors are circumforaneous!
Baffling, min-bending, even deceptious,
Many complications; I dare not make a list!
What happened with the gastroenterologist?
It was long ago, memories in a fog & mist,
Fears, worries, rampant, not just a glitch,
Thought I was helping with the chemist switch,
Frustration, I’d had far more than a glutch,
They ask me things, but Memory Mangling Iris…
Has me guessing answers, not sure, hyperbolic,
My thoughts are non-heuristic, pathetic,
The nut Doctor said I was hypokinetic…
Don’t understand it, but I can remember it!
I need some help before I go manic, I’m getting nothing solved, chewing at the bit, New meanings and instructions just don’t fit, I’ve never been so misanthropic, My brain is ever more peripatetic, I suppose this reads rather pessimistic? I think that was the idea and or trick… Peripheral Neuropathy, seizures, a diabetic… Angina, Glaucoma, knees & hands arthritic, So many ailments I can feel phantasmagoric! No wonder I’m going all self-pedantic! Folks should see that I’m oxymoronic… Double-check I’ve not made a mistake, Get me help… that’d be just the tonic! Depression can be recidivistic… Shames and embarrassments are automatic, This day I have a new enuredness… Life today enfolds a deeper equivocalness, Murkiness, obscurity, apprehension, Anonymity, tension, lack of invention… I suppose I’m a mental circumforanean,
Full of depression and exasperation?
Self-pity, grumpy and mental exhaustion,
There’s one possibility, one explanation…
My self-floccinaucinihilipilification?
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05:10hrs: Got up and took the night pouch off. I decided to finish the Sunday blog, shower, perform Throne duties, have a shave, and put on my trousers, ready to go to the shops later. Huh!
I cleaned up a mess I’d left in the kitchen sink, made up the waste bags, and got on with the blog—but not for long. The innards rumbled and off to the Porcelain Throne. The evacuation took 30 seconds, and the cleaning up afterwards took about 10 minutes.
Back to the blogging—but not for long. The Asda order arrived. This one was in a big, big order. The fridge was filled.
Back to the blogging—but not for long. Carer Richard arrived. He was not very happy with me for changing the chemists around. I was hurt a smidge, not the lad in any way. It’s just that when Matron Julie suggested changing it, I thought that it would be a good idea to save Richard from fetching the medications for me each month. But he’d set up a system with the Carrington Chemist. Not only that, Richard said the prescriptions should have been delivered by now from the Jayplex Chemist. I must ring them today to find out what is going on. I felt terrible at getting it wrong, and Depression Duncan came on. Everything I try to do to help seems to fail!
Back to the blogging—but not for long. Carer Chloe came, and I was in a part-depression and part-seizure mode. I explained why to her. She issued the medications and went to check the taps for me… I’d left the hot tap running! It had run cold. So, no washing and shaving until tonight when the heater comes on. Another bout of self-name-calling, and I got so angry with myself over it. It was getting to me even deeper now. I felt awful.
Back to the blogging—but not for long. I got a text message, followed by another one, before I could get to my super-new mobile phone. Hehehe! But the message thingy told me, ‘Unable to save this message’ on both calls. Now, I wondered if it might be from a company that might be delivering the prescriptions. But, like most things in this world, it was a mystery to me. Maybe it was to tell me a parcel is on its way? I’ll never know. I deleted some messages, hoping they could or might send them again. And praying that it was the medications in the first place. No shopping for me, and no shaving, scrubbing, or medication until the evening when the water gets hot enough to wash & shave. I think that might be read wrongly.
Back to the blogging—but not for long. They were kicked off, and now, five hours later, they are still with me! Fortunately, they have all been short ones up to now. Enough to break the already near-absent concentration, though.
I gave up on the blogging. What I’ve got is all I can put on. found a new depth. I can’t recall it being so frustrating for a long time. Of course, I and ‘remembering’, do not have a strong affinity.
I felt even worse now, thinking that the prescription may of may not be coming. I was also too scared to use the tap to make a brew of Glengettie because I was afraid of running even more water. All in all, I was on a downer. So, I decided to make an early nosh. But being blessed with indecisiveness, a lack of willpower, and aboulomania, combined with a degree of… well, forgetting things, I forgot about the food and went on the WordPress Reader.
Cheesy cobs with no-butter-butter beef and tomato slices. Garden peas. Pickled eggs with black pepper. Shop-bought pickled silverskins & Home Pickled, pickled mushrooms! Lipsmackingly Good! – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – TTFNski, Each!
4:00hrs: I woke feeling oddly a little sprightly (for me). As I tried to rise from the c1968, tatty, scruffy, unkempt, virus, microorganism, bug, bacterium, bacillus, germ, parasite producing, uncomfortable, incommodious, unwelcoming and disease-fermenting second-hand, eyesorely-horrendously grungy beige-coloured, £300, charity shop bought, crumb-retaining, moth-eaten, non-working, itch-encouraging, Haemorrhoid Harold testing, catheter tube yanking, recliner. As I did so, gave way on me. The bum bounced down into the recliner, and I got an instant comment from Harold’s Haemorrhoids as they burst, bled and stung. Bad enough, you may think? This is where comedy came into the morning’s equation! I’d fallen on the TV remote, and there I was in the middle of cursing and verging on self-pity as the TV came on. That momentarily confused me, realised what had happened and got some kitchen roll in the Protection Pants, as I now had , in front, along with bleeding at the back! I lost the first hour of the day cleaning up and medicating. I Got the nocturnal catheter pouch off.
Then a dawned. As I was metamorphosed into an old, miserable, grouchy, depressed, frustrated, bleeding, in pain, downhearted, depressed, melancholy, forlorn, glum, demoralised, fed up, down in the dumps, in the doldrums, unnerved, chagrined, miffed, sour, sulky, sullen, surly, saddened, subdued, almost sepulchral Inchy.
But within minutes, a stroke of good luck eased my misery by taking my mind off of it. As I was leaving the wet room, I clouted my head, this time on the door frame! 99% of the time, it will be the right shoulder. Blame can be attached to: ,, , or any of the ailments really. On this occasion, the culprits were, I think, and or . The eyes are worse than ever now, and I’m sure I’ll have kicked the bucket before my turn comes for the operation. But, sorting youngsters out early is more vital. They have the prospect of living many years with their sight adjusted. We long in the tooth old things, must accept this.
This morning, the sky was a glorious blue hue again. My confusion was worse than usual for the next hour or two. I got out of the wet room, put some Dettol Cream on my head, and got on with the waste bag sorting. A wet, warm sensation from the lower regions. I went back to the wet room to investigate.
There was a smidgen more bleeding from Little Inchy, but it’s not worth mentioning compared to the tsunami that was released yesterday. Throughout the day, the bleeding was far, even less than it is usually. Had a wash & shave. Then checked the state of the ankles. No doubt that my was getting better bit by bit.
The areas where the are coming from remain a little rough and red. No pain when the shocks don’t come, and when they do hit, it wakes you if you’re sleeping every time! But the pain lasts for about two seconds, if that. is to blame.
Getting lighter now, I took another Kodak Tim picture from the kitchen window again. The streetlights were off now. As per usual, the end car parking turnaround area had its regular little bit of a mudslide in it again.
Carer Shaquille arrived. I made an order the J Sainsbury’s for next week. Blogging.
Amending, blogging, correcting, blogging-getting more things wrong, blogging… well, you get the message. Tsk!
Carer Kara arrived. She sorted out the banking problem and said she would try to get in touch with Norton about the three times the bill was taken from the debits another time. She ran out of time today. Care Victor, did the last two calls. I took these photos later. Then went into what I believe was a non-apolectic seizure. Not a mind-block. Because it was like blinking, and an hour had gone, but nothing was done whatsoever when I came around back to this miserable existence. After the , I’d discover I’d been doing the blog, mopping the kitchen floor, or started cooking something while out of it. A procedure Hehe! Nothing gets done as if I’d fallen asleep, but I know it wasn’t that. I think. might play a part in this ailment. At times, I come back to the reality of stinging pains in the lower regions from the catheter bag being too full, and I have to get it emptied swiftly, ASAP. The sunset was about over by the time I regained a modicum of brain control, rejoined the menagerie of life on offer, and got back to the reality and struggle of living.
I DIDN’T
I gave up on the blogging.
Made myself a meal. It tasted delicious, too! I could feel my burnt finger on the oven rack and the pain of dropping the hot oven tray onto my foot. Landing on my . But the meal was worth the hassle.
Wrote by Inchie c1953
Search for the meaning of truth,
Look until you’re long in the tooth,
You may find it, Gawd’s strewth,
Facts will have to be dealth…
With those who demand wealth, Humans want for themselves,
Oligarchs will believe in elves!
I rose from my so-called sleep at 03:25 hrs. The nocturnal wee-wee was a better colour, but not much. Hehe!
The ankles were looking a lot better this morning. The overnight were far less as well. They strike a little further up the leg each day, of course. Last night was my shortest sleep of the year, so the strikes ought to have been less. I just worked that out… amazing! Hahaha!
The waste bag was sorted into one, and I placed it near the door. At this point, I had a visit from . I’ve not had any sudden head-spins from him for a while. But fortunately, I was in the hallway at the time, less than an arm’s length away from the walls, to steady myself. I feared he might kick off again later, but he didn’t. Mind you, I did have the odd session from the routine. One during a visitation from Carer Kara.
I pondered over what to have for Nosh. Lame or Cumberland pie & potatoes. Undecided yet…
Finally, after much straying off and doing other things, I got the Tuesday blog done and posted.
appeared. We had a natter while he put on my socks and issued the medications. I remembered to ask him to remind me about taking the B17 vitamin tablet.
A little drizzle was falling, so IO went onto the balcony to take this shot of the end car park. The mudslide had been driven through a few times.
came but had little time; she checked the mail and bank letters for me. A financial visit. I’m sure there were things I wanted to ask her. She checked the emails with me, British Gas, the Bank and an unknown one. Kara said to leave it alone; it’s not a danger.
We then had a little mist for an hour or two.
I had all sorts of problems with the computer. I spent many hours on it, stopping when I got brain fog and didn’t know what to try or not risk changing. I’d nip out to take a photo or two of the view. Getting back to find I’d forgotten what and where I was with the computer. But I was still getting messages that: Your hard drive is full, and I could not save anything at all! After clearing out so much artwork and saving graphics, I finally, hours later, was able to save the work I’d done on CorelDraw. This fiasco was enough for anyone to lose it, but me? No, there had to be another problem, didn’t there? I finally got around to downloading the photos I’d taken: I’d DONE IT AGAIN! With the worry over the computer, I’d left the SD card out of the camera; no photos! I gave up on the computer and made a meal.
. Cumberland pie and a few potato chunks roasted in the oven to go with it.
arrived just as I’d finished the meal. That was jolly good timing from Israel! He removed the socks and medicated me.
. I got them, but it took me a lot longer than the given eleven seconds to get there.
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I have to take clothing, shaving, etc., just in case they keep me in. They won’t, I’m sure; I’m not the King, so I do not need to close down the hospital kitchen and use my two personal cooks with me… or have a ward to myself with armed guards, two nurses and a sister 24 hours a day, and three specialists and four doctors in attendance for any operation needed.
But it doesn’t bother me.
Even darker this morning.
My Iceland Delivery arrived. With not having another delivery for eight days, I stocked up on nibbles & treats for the nurses, delivery drivers, and carers who call on me. A little concerned about the use-by date. On the cobs. Why has it got a hand-written 10/7 on a self-sticky label atop the square? They were hard to squash as well. Mmm?
I bent down to retrieve the just knocked over and clouted myself on the forehead against the tap. Then continued with my evacuationing… Eurgh!
The legs seemed one heavy, one lighter? The day set-up is due to be changed tomorrow. But only if the Carer arrives earlier. But I have requested it via other Carers, so I should have time… provided I get up early enough to get the ablutions done first.
An odd outcome for this zoomed-in shot of the street, Cavendish Crescent. Not very good.
Came. She helped me with the leggings. Bless her. Medications were issued, and we shared a laugh briefly. Nice!
An hour later, getting lighter.
Took its time getting light today.
On this occasion, the day punch had filled within two hours of emptying it.
Carer Came and went, and As I got settled on the computer again, I noticed the sound of the wind and saw that the rain had returned. Went on the balcony to take some views. All through the glass. To the right is the end of the car park with the mudslide from the collapsing mud on the park. Front view. Left view.
A rare lately, a second daily visit to the wet room… With sticky dumplings undercooked!
Easy-Peasy!
Imitation belly pork, fantastic oven chips, and a fruity brown sauce dip for the bread. Rounded of with a pot of orange jelly. Delectable nosh!
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03:50hrs: The catheter nocturnal pouch was removed.
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Much later, went to make a brew of Glengettie. The house that’s been being done up for about three months, didn’t show signs of activity.
The tea was placed near the out-of-action landline telephone, and I let it go cold.
arrived, and did a grand job of fitting the new . Medications were handed out and then the lad set about replacing the Kevla-ended for me. Shaquille did a very good job of them as well! Thanks, Shaq!
Doctor Vindla phoned on the mobile. But it was hard to hear what she was saying… and made things worse with having just gone down for about the third time, and me losing some work I’d done, and I was getting all uptight at the time she rang me. , with me not hearing her, she could now not understand me. In the end, she did say,: “Ask Carer Kara to ring me, so she can explain. I can’t understand what you are saying!” Embarrassed, I rang off. I’ll ask Kara if she calls later. I tried to find the list of things to mention… if I actually made one, I was possibly waiting for to come again, so she could go through it with me to check I’d not missed anything? Anyway, if I had, I’d lost it. Ah, life can be a bummer!
I was busy farting around for an hour or so, trying to get the back online. And chimed out from the front door. I was delighted to see that it was no other arriving than the pretty, kind Obersturmbannfuhreress, Ice skating champion, florist, ILC (Independent Living coordinator), and, not to be messed with, saviour and comforter, Warden Julie. On a rescue mission to save me yet again from my unreliable imposed picklement, danger, fretting and getting further confused, Bless Her ♥! She whipped a box out of the bag, to reveal a temporary box to use for the Alert Alarm replacement while I awaited the arrival of the connect device from to be delivered, to get the phone working again. Julie fitted it in no time for me. It had go on the floor, cause the lead was not long enough to reach any furniture. I immediately clocked that this was excellent! When I take the odd tumble, I have to go on my and , with knees, with the risk of bursting to get to the alert Box anyway, so it would be easier to use it now. Clever stuff, Julie! I fang you!
called. I explained about the Alarm situation, as told to by ILC (Independent Living Coordinator),
Oberstgrüppenfuhreress, Warden and Primo Ballerina, Deana yesterday, told the Carers that when the link comes from Oligarch-ridden arrives, the Carers must advise the Wardens of its arrival, so they can arrange to have it fitted so that the landline telephone will work again. Of course, this is subject to its actual arrival, and relies on not to make any more cock-ups that they already have made! What am I saying? The total brown-outs in the last four hours are standing at nine already. Last week they failed to get a connection to me or browned out at least 85 times. They sent the wrong date for the fibre change that lost me and so many others the use of their Alarm Alert boxes and landlines… so expecting the number-crunching, dodgy-dealing number-crunchers at , to get anything right, is something one doesn’t get too hopeful about. Pessimistic, morelike. Hello, another update on the quality and service of here.. From who pay their cliquey, elite, select CEO $62 million a year. Jealous? Me! Yes!
I treated myself to one of the Iceland vanilla ice cream tree suckers.I liked these; they were not sickly sweet. A nice flavour and, with my rotting teeth, is very easy to eat!
, who fitted the ankle and leg straps back this morning, did an excellent job on the. He’s got the knack, no doubt about that! Cheers, mate! As the darkness began to fall, I took this shot through the balcony doors and window from the computer chair. Well, I had plenty of time, what with more browning-outs from the figure-shuffling, illusion, deception, hocus-pocus, mumbo-jumbo, and number-crunching, .
It wasn’t letting me get the signal back, no matter what I tried this time. I cursed out loud, wishing the cacodemons would get my own back for me, and ease my hatred by painfully killing off as the Oligarchal financial entity that it has become, and the bosses at the same time. A man can dream!
I shan’t tell you about a little daydream I had whilst suffering with the painful, smelling, stinking, second evacuation session. But there’s a link in there about my thoughts, dedicated to….
FIND THE FAULT I bet all the English folks got this one right. As you see, the driver’s half cab on his 1959 double-decker bus, was on the wrong side in the top photo. Did you notice the metal discs on the back of the seats? I think they were ashtrays and cigarette stubber-outerers? I thought this might be another Fault. As cigarettes and smoking, were not allowed in the lower saloon, upstairs only. Or, I may be wrong. It has been known. Hehe!
The potatoes had boiled sufficiently for me to get on with making a feast for myself. It took me a long time to get the flesh from the skins of the halved potatoes. Then, it took me a good hour to chop & mix them with the Cheddar and Leicester cheese, then scoop the mixture, seasoned with sea salt, Worcester sauce and black pepper, back into the husks. Next, I put them into the preheated oven and Germolened my burnt fingers, where I’d cut where I caught some fingers on the oven racking and dropped the knife, and it fell on my ankle left bone and cut the same finger as I rescued it from the floor. Then clean up the fallen and trodden on bits of flesh from the kitchen floor. By the time I’m done all this, the potatoes were checked, and found to be ready for noshing! Good job I’d put the Germolene on, cause that’s where I might have burnt myself again, taking the tray out of the kiln.. 4: I nibbled a bit of the crispy potato top plating them, and it tasted so nice, that I hastened to get settled down and start eating them. I was just finishing the last one off, and the smell of burning that was coming from the kitchen
5: This told me I must have left the oven on! I grabbed the , and went to the kitchenette to investigate… As I was going in the doorway, not wearing my spectacles 6: I suffered a short . As I automatically reached to steady myself and help Metal Micky keep me upright, 7: as my hand connected with the surface and edge of the counter corner… 8: (The light was not on yet), I remembered I’d put the sausages I’d cooked on there, and forgot all about eating them, in my haste to consume the cheesy potatoes! I think it was then two of the bangers burst open and sprayed me, my dressing gown, running down the side of the cupboards and onto the floor with their contents, that I wanted to cry! The blasted was enough to break anyone’s spirits. But now, at my getting tired and weary status, I faced all the cleaning up to do!
NOTE: Writing this, tomorrow night; yes, the acted up even more tomorrow! Do you know, I nearly deleted it? No one is going to believe that anybody can have such persistent, on-stop, unending, Voodoo or hoodoo-plagued bad luck when they read this! I was a little puzzled myself!
I’m already 24 hours behind with the blogging. So, until… well, if ever there is a vague chance of Working properly again, as it did when it was owned by Richard Branson… I’ll never forgive him for selling his to the plutocratic, pathetic, figure amending and altering, analysations, deconstruction, dissection and manipulativeness of their evaluations, interpretations of the real facts that exist! Yet they continue to buy into so many more internet suppliers companies or buy them out, so as to get their Oligarchal advantage; thus, they can get away with being such crap providers, cause as I see it, anyone leaving Virgin, can only move to another supplier that will own or part-own anyway!
Quote from Mike Fires, CO: Mike Fries Liberty Global delivers next-generation products through advanced fibre and 5G networks, providing over 86 million connections (That doesn’t work, but he fails to mention this in his comments!), across Europe and the UK. Quote from Wallmine: The estimated net worth of Michael T Fries is at least $175 Million dollars as of 1 May 2023. Mr Fries owns over 215,802 units of Liberty Global plc stock worth over $28,917,283 and over the last 10 years, he sold LBTYK stock worth over $22,634,655. In addition, he makes $123,254,000 as Vice Chairman of the Board, President, and CEO at Liberty Global plc. Oh, I am pleased for the Oligarch! Well, that’s a new record for him. Well done, Mike! (Spit) He’s left hundreds of people in care without any alarm lines and telephones, too. Tomorrow, today’s count of failures was dwarfed by shame; he more than doubled it!
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The day, time, and activities that were being performed; were being lost into the ether, repeatedly, and frustratingly.
A mild dose of blitheness crept in at times.
Traces of the flu vaccine lingering?
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Photographic Prompters…
Morning kitchen window view.
Made a start on blogging catch-up… Within the first half-hour!
Carer Sam, then the Iceland delivery… Bags were taken through to the kitchen. The first bag was emptied, and food was put away. Freezer full! Fridge loaded. None foods & treats. Refilled the Carer, Nurses, & delivery treats. All the bending has set off .
I selected two large potatoes, to be turned
into Baked Cheesy Treats, later on.
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Four-Hours-Leg-Down-Time Back on the computer, taking a hobble to the wet room…
Got the blog for Friday finished off.
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I got the potatoes in the oven baking. Got it back on, and made a start on this blog for a couple of hours’ worth of mistakes & errors to be made.
Had a wash of sorts, no shave!
Got the meal served up. I was pleased with how the potatoes came out! A no-fish fish stick, a bit of the tomato cob, and a mouthful of the tasty, soft, potato… with sea salt & no butter, butter! A Worthy 9.4/10 for flavour!
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – Another Friday of losing it mentally. Not like going bonkers, oh, no! It was just mainly to start with. My concentration, eyesight, hearing… For the first time in two days, I even had STUTTERING STEPHANIE,making things embarrassing every time a Carer called! Thank heavens, there were no phone calls for the six hours or so that Steph was stopping me from getting my words out, and/or they were coming out wrongly. I mentioned this to the nurse at the Mental Health clinic. But she didn’t seem to show any interest. I got the feeling that this problem was expected?
So, things did not go to plan. I even forgot that I’d not sent the WordPress blog off yesterday. This happens so often when someone calls; I’m lost before they arrive, and when my limited attention to the subject changes!
I think ostensibly, my concerns over the Cataract operation… or rather its likely cancellation, if the Blepharitis hasn’t cleared up, they cannot do the procedure. The thought of going to the back of the queue again is a worry! Then there’s the running out of Ramipiril for four (5 now as I write this on Saturday) days; they are for my Blood Pressure. Carer Benjamin, not that anyone else knows either has no idea when they will, if they will come before I cross the great divide to meet St Peter at the gates.
I’ve known for ages that things will get worse with the PN. Combined with spending more time confusing and my brain worries over the Cataracts, Glaucoma and hearing -, I’m having trouble getting words out properly. Running out of medications so often, the ridiculous rise in food costs and Medications… Yep… things are getting more & more frustrating and distracting. What’s the word I’m looking for? Hard to bear, I suppose. No one seems to understand this… myself included that! Every morning, there are changes to my mental and physical health… Still, no use moaning! Sorry about that! I needed that little chunter! Thank you!
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Good start, urine-wise
Bright blue sky this morning.
Waste bags made up
Potatoes into the crock pot
First mug of tea
Computer on, WP commenting…
But not for long…
A long wait for the to come back online
Took these photographs. first one from the kitchen window Bootiful puffer clouds.
Then, spotted whatever this was dropped along the path on the lower field, a long way down, but you can just see it, I hope.
The second mug of tea, the first one, went cold. So did this one cause the And, this mug went cold too! Humph!.
Weather-Warning.
It looks like the warning might be correct?
An hour or two later… No rain yet…
With three more hours of computing, the new failure total is now at…
The 2nd and last mug of tea of the day Drank this one!
Then, the rain came. Taken through the glass. in kitchen Over the next hour or so Took a close-up, Rain stopped, and later took this one belowBootiful!
As I was finishing preparing the meal, Carer Benjamin arrived. I put the meal in the used oven tray and back into the oven to keep warm. He didn’t stay long this time, bless him. Two mini-pretend pork pies with caramelised onion, boiled spuds, and beer-coated oven chips. It was nice, even though the chips were now overcooked a smidge. Taste-Rating: 8.4/10!
I just caught this end of the sunset!
I had two toe stubbs today. Had three mugs of tea go cold. Dropped a bottle of spring water, which rather annoyed . And bled three times… Crap! No, four, they just started again! The most amusing was as I, unfortunately, dropped , while bending down to get the bleach from underneath the sink unit, grabbed at it straight away, and knocked the washing-up liquid bottle off of the countertop, which joined Willie (who I missed) on the floor, bursting as it hit a bottle of mineral water as it bounced into the bottles of spring water in the corner, knocking them over. I took it all in good spirits, though.
