– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – Yet another day, busier than ever. This will be a condensed version comment-wise, I’m sorry. So many extraneous, unexpected, confusing situations that needed attention. Good old Liberty Global-Virgin Media let me down so many times again, perfectly timed to lose the work I was doing on almost every occasion… Hours lost in the day, repeating actions that had already been done. Carer arrived to help with the banking and paperwork sorting, I hour, bless him. Lift arranging was farcical and time-consuming… but more irritatingly, still not sorted. Grrr! Domestic Carer Denise helped out, but of course, I can’t find stuff now. Hehehe! Nice lady. Easy-Link rang; they can do the Bank run after all – this got my confusion glowing, and I am not sure what’s what about this or the Hospital run next Tuesday. I changed the calendar date and times, but deleted the wrong one and have no idea what the timing was on the hospital run. Rand EasyLink to check, but they had closed for the day.
The first evacuation visit was reminiscent of the H-Bomb! The second one, a , a complete reversal.
As for the flourish of , I’ve never had so many in a day in my life! Still, no Falls or tumbles today – I didn’t have time really to fit any in. Haha! – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
Feet and urine were nearly the same colour this morning. This may not seem it to you, but I have protanopia.
Usual early activities.
Remembered the underarm cream.
Waste bags collated.
Now, one mug of tea is permitted. But I can have as many decaffeinated ones as I like. No chance – decaf tastes horrible!
View from the computer chair.
Got on the computer to check the comments and see if WordPress will allow me to reply to them today… and…
Carer arrived. Can’t recall much about it, I was livid with hatred for the $26.4 salaried, with guaranteed bonuses and an open expense account, Mr Fries of Liberty-Global; who still can’t get his overpriced, pathetic Virgin Media internet service working. Just Jealously, of course!
Domestic arrived, then another Carer. Back onto the computer…
Had to do the whole-hog procedure to get Smoke & Mirrors. money manipulator Mr Fries, utter-crap service back on. Save what the computer allowed me to – box off, plug out, waited the five minutes as instructed – computer off, then rebooted, and reset the router box, and waited… Waited some more… Emptied the catheter bag. Waited some more… Aha, it came back online; Well done to number-crunching, artful deception, flimflam, and hokum expert Fries!
Denise arrived as the Carer was about to tend to the eye drops for me. My mind of all over the place, and multiple mind meanderings started: Got to sort the time out for the hospital lifts… started swinging, joining in with … I must phone and cancel the taxi for tomorrow… the Carer didn’t say if he was escorting me or not… no problem if not, now that could do me. But, I am a little nervous when using cash machines. I must thank Kara for helping… was affecting my concentration… Eventually, the flat cleared, and the computerisationing was once again tackled.
But only for half an hour or so. Then… .
After two hours of blogging, mind you, many mistakes were made. Hard to believe I know, but… .
Not for so long this time.
. Had to get some more of the Soda water from the kitchen and stocked up the ottoman tray with some.
Packed-up trying to get any blogging done. Why? See below! . ARGH!
Got a meal made-up in a short time. Sweet & sour rice, done in the microwave. Added a can of garden peas to it in the saucepan, & added extra Sweet & Sour sauce. . Two bread rolls. Two mini-pots of desserts Taste Rating 6/10.
Took these snaps as I was washing up the pots.
About five minutes between taking them. Bootiful!
Got done in the £300, second-hand, most uncomfortable, decrepit, Haemorrhoid Harold-testing, creaking, sleep-deterring, nauseatingly beige-coloured, not-working, recliner, and the late Carer, Chris arrived. Then Carer Richard came to return the paperwork for the hospital trip, telling me no need for a carer to go with me. Fair enough! Glad I managed to get booked for it, cause from the tram or bus stop, it is a heck of a trek to get to the EENT, and they take me into the department as well. Looking good. I thanked Richard, and off he went. Chris got the eye drops in and attached the night pouch for me.
I went on a safety check of taps, stove, windows etc. And had a long period of . With this single snap taken from the kitchenette window…
has never been better! I saw so many things in this photo; A tear in the fabric of space. Lips, a nose, a mouth, lips and eyes. Another face in the Sun-spot far left, facing the left side view. I imagine others out there would see other things?
Odd slippers? This was thanks to the valve on the catheter pouch going into self-determining mode – and pouring out the urine into my slipper yet again. Mor cleaning up and freshening are required. Humph!
The carer told me I was running out of medications again. Carer Josef said he’d inform the office. Weekend, of course, so nowt to be down now.
I forgot to remind him to take the waste bags and laundry bag with him. I’ll try to remember on the next call.
Bootiful clouds were coming out when I made my next cup of Glengettie. Going a smidge dark, though?
I forgot about asking the next Carer to take the laundry & waste bags with him. I am a prisoner of Dementia Doreen!
The new day catheter, with the ‘Dodgy’ loose valve trigger, at least had some better-coloured urine contents this time.
gave me one of his famously-hated routines just as I was opening a jar of soya pieces for later. Naturally, this didn’t irk or bother me in the slightest. No swearing, spitting, gnashing of what few teeth I have left, or questioning the Lord over my bad luck, oh, no. I took it all in my stride. even when I got a stubbed toe on the Hoover, cleaning the mess up. Grrr!
I either fell asleep for two hours at the computer… or I had a Mind-Blank (Most likely, ’cause work had been done on the Health Check listing that I can’t remember doing?) It was obvious that there would be sunset photos to take tonight. So I did a few close-ups of the nearby dwelling.
And the car park on Chestnut Way outside. Tow spaces are free! Blimey!
Obviously, I had not recovered from the Mind-Blank. I copied the latest Health Check results onto the whiteboard to use them later in the graphic… Then realised I’d erased the new figures from the board and not the old ones. This can happen to anyone; I understand that. But why is it always me? Hahaha! It may be Doreen’s Dementia? Another Mind-Blank? Or the agony I’m currently getting from Little Inchies , thanks to the chaffing from tube inserted in Little Inchy? What am I waffling about? Why?
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Last call from the Carer, and again I forgot to remind him about the laundry bag again!
There should have been a photograph here; of a marvellous vegan meal that I had. It was delicious! Ready-made potatoes and onion with sauce side. To which I added a can of the mixed vegetables and oven cooked potatoes lumps, done nice and crispy! I was so keen to get my teeth (although I have far left to use nowadays) into it that I forgot about snapping it.
Doing the washing up after dining, and the night view caught my attention…
. There are people out there; what are they doing? Mayhap a little painting & decorating? Naturally, there will be some burgling… Or a family having a housewarming? Is someone opening the latest Gas payment warning? No doubt a few couples physically fluctuating? The police, investigating and exhumating? Gangs of yobboes, selling drugs & mugging? Bloggers on Facebook, evulgating? I’m just sitting here, recalling when I was dating… Grizelda – she’s gone now; very frustrating!
Not that I could anything if she was here with the damned, rotten catheter tube stuck in me. Funny old world! Well, not funny!
Be interesting seeing how they change the catheter. Take my Warfarin Blood Sample, Drain the nest sticky DVT vein, and inject me with Enoxaparin. I’m looking forward to having the next stroke. Hehe!
As I bounded back into imitation life, I remembered I have no Lumix Camera to use. I tried to last night on the meal and sunset.So, today it gets ignored. Boy, I’m glad Carer Richard gave me his old Fuji camera. I’ll get some batteries in it. I’ll give it a go later. I removed and . During which, I observed, felt and swore about that agony the sole (Just under the toes) of my right foot was in! Another new ailment had arrived! No name was given to it, cause I pray it is only going to be a temporary one. The toes were pale and white, and the boot and ankle looked almost light brown. When I wriggled the toes, only three of them moved? When I stood up, my balance was all over the place, and the pain, just from the one foot, I classed as a 3-rating. Later in the day, it did ease off – until the evening, around 19:00hrs, then it returned? I was hobbling somewhat.
Came to sort the medications. He told me today was the replacement day for the . I hadn’t any idea… the damned is not easing off. I’ve got the second assessment tomorrow afternoon at the . Oh, that reminds me, I looked up the FND thought.
Functional neurological disorder – Findings
Functional neurological disorder (FND) describes a problem with how the brain receives and sends information to the rest of the body. It’s often helpful to think of your brain as a computer. In someone who has FND, there’s no damage to the hardware or structure of the brain. It’s the software or programme running on the computer that isn’t working properly. The problems in FND are going on in a level of the brain that you cannot control. It includes symptoms like arm and leg weakness (Yes) and seizures (No). Other symptoms like fatigue or pain (Yes) – are not directly caused by FND but are often found alongside it. It can cause a range of symptoms, including Problems walking (Yes) – heaviness down one side (Yes) – dropping things (Yes) – feeling like a limb isn’t part of you (Yes). I’ve got all of them. If you have FND, any scans you have will show no damage to the brain to explain the weakness.
Well, I can’t read these above on here, but the spy-glass helped me to. Caused a spell of depression as well afterwards. I’ll not learn anything about it tomorrow, it’s just another assessment, but in a week or fortnight, I have the first Brain Scan.
Doing the , I had an . I managed to fit in an . No real harm was done.
and I think it was called. The notes on the pad when I got around to doing this bit were of no help at all. A Scrawl!
I must have had for ages; cause hours of the day had been lost. I put this on the list to tell the nurse tomorrow.
I got the batteries in the Fuji camera, and it worked a treat.
I did an order for Ocado for next Wednesday. Then the Asda order that I’d forgotten all about arrived.
The kind driver took them into the kitchen and got them where he could manage to; there was not a lot of room in there. Damned decent of him.
Anywhere was alright with me.
The guilt… the Guilt! Haha!
Aha, got some washing-up liquid this week.
And to aid my following the nurse’s repeated commands and instructions. I’d got many bottles of spring water in.
Did the evening medicationings. I waffled on a bit, sorry mate.
Rang to confirm their lift for the afternoon tomorrow. Nice!
Got some sausages and made sarnies with sauce. Too tired out and stressed to bother making a meal. Wanted to get it done and eaten before the last Carer calls to put the on and medicate me. Hehe! The meal was okayish. Say, a 6/10.
arrived. Did the tasks needed. Had a mini-natter… well, moan from me. Haha! Richard checked the taps and stove, then took the waste bag with him as he departed.
I woke to the chirpy tones of from the door chime. Immediately engaged. I thought I’d overslept, and the Carer was trying to get in… The moment I pressed my right arm on the £300, bought eight years ago from the second-hand shop, Harold Haemorrhoid testing, repugnantly beige-coloured, crumb containing, virus-breeding, acne-giving, nibbles-hiding, rickety, itch-producing, none-working recliner’s arm… The shooting pains started from the mystery ailment again after a day of me thinking it was ebbing… These shooting or stabbing pains come when I use the right hand (Peripheral Neuropathy?) They said it would only get worse? I could not use the walking stick with the right hand; cause pressing down on it, raising the arm or bending. This much-delayed me getting my balance and to the door. Where I unlocked it and opened it to see no signs of anyone? Baffled & bemused, I went back to the recliner room, and by Jimminee, it was only 05:00hrs!
Walking without a stick, and carrying the night catheter pouch, decided to drain and remove the night bag. The bending to unfasten and drain it was another period of sharp pains in the chest… well, around the back they were now.
It’s going to be another pain-ridden day! Concentration going to go to pot, well, it had started. And with the balance being so bad; and the start of kicking off, my spirits sank.
I took the bucket and emptied it, rinsed and anticepticated it. and put the removed bag in three waste bags. All this I did in an automated fashion? Returned the bucket for use to empty the day catheter later.
I thought, being as I am up and aboutish, I’d better get the tended to. From getting into the wet room, I noted the time on the clock. By the time I’d got the stand-up wash with feet soaking in the bowl on the floor, shaved, washed, including the area that contained poor catheterised Little Inchie, hate rear end and associated danglers and crevices; then applied both Germoloids & Germolene. Olive oiled the ear holes. Got a tiny amount of the eye drops into the right eye… but possibly 80% of it on the nose, moustache, chin and stomach. I’m not mastering putting the eye drops in, am I? The catheter had made the Fungal Lesion bleed every morning and night, so after giving Arthur Itis’s knee, I say knee, not knees, cause I couldn’t get to the right one due to the paraphernalia attached… I then tackled the lob of trying to readjust the tape holding things in place that had gotten twisted… It’s still twisted. This daily morning performance took me two hours plus to get done. Any wonder I can’t get the blog done?
I split a pair of Depend pants on the plastic closure thingamabob, and I tried another pair. But had an as I pulled them wide to get over the tubing, and it sprang back… and started the Fungal lesion bleeding again… which I’d just spent agony and time stopping it bleeding, so had to start doing the Dakacorting again!
And as for getting dressed, that was extremely painful. As the falls team showed me a year or so ago, I opened the trousers, dripped them, stood in with one leg, and used the picker-upper to raise the trews. Then on to the right leg… Hehehe!
Talk about struggle and suffering! !
Arrived as I was starting the computer. Great to see him. The lads got a dry tickly cough that’s playing him up something rotten. Later I added a bottle of cough linctus to the Asda order for tomorrow)
Richard wrote things down for me to say to the Doctor on Friday.
After this, the pain got to me, I’m ashamed to say. And I started mind-wandering. Didn’t do anything on this blog; working on yesterday’s for ages, and started on this in the late afternoon.
I kept wandering off to do other things. Emptied the cataract… no, that’s not right… Catheter day-pouch four times up to now.
Around 16:00hrs, made a concerted effort to find some cartoons to use.
Got a few and doctored them in CorelDraw to use over the next three issues of this world-famous Inchie Today blog. Followed by a massive number of people from all over the world. And they are both good people.
A photo here that I forgot to put on earlier.
Hard to believe, I know; Me forgetting something. A man of my perceptiveness, classical education, brilliant mind and… Well, never mind. .
This insult shirt was a Christmas Pressie from Sister Jane 2 years ago. Lovely and snuggly-warm it is.
Also got this picturesque under-the-circumstances shot of the morning view that I also, as well as again, forgot to put on the blog earlier. Amazingly, I’d forgotten to do the Health Checks again. So, I did them.
I then set about making a meal. Ben’s BBQ rice, a can of nearly out-of-date mechanically removed chicken 15%, beef 4%, and soya 54% hot dogs to go with the rice with added BBQ sauce. A pot of instant mash with added cheese. Flavour Rating for this one,
of 8.2/10.
Went to get the pots washed and took these three shots over a period of about ten minutes of the just-gone sunsetting view from the kitchenette window.
Meridian’s last call of the day, a Health & Safety Check, Catheter changing, and Pentac medicine giving session, was performed by my friendly caring .
Pentac was given, and then the night bag was added to the day bag for me.
I’m still bothered by the hospital’s instructions for the Cystoscopy Procedure on Friday. I’ve to contact my Doctor, physician or nurse to find out when or if to stop the Warfarin prior to the operation. (As there will be a lot of bleeding).
I’ll ask Hristina n the morning if she can help me. Not hearing on the telephone or mishearing can be a problem for me.
I REGRET I’M NOT VERY WELL TODAY. THE ANNE GYNA TABLETS, ALONG WITH THE MONTHS PRESCRIPTIONS, HAVE NOT BEEN RECEIVED OR FETCHED (As you can read in the Ode above, my love).
HAD CARER RICHARD NOT GONE OFF SICK, I’M CERTAIN THAT HE WOULD HAVE SPOTTED THE PROBLEM AND SORTED THIS OUT.
I’m not up to coping with computing. The constant noise from the imbecile dwelling above me and the Cataract, Glaucoma eyes worsening. The big thing is the Angina pain from the lack of tablets; this is also constant. The months’ prescriptions were, I was informed by a Carer, coming Friday – then Saturday; it’s now Sunday, no chance of getting any today. Today, they are coming tomorrow, on Monday. Tuesday, I’ve got an appointment with two different nurses, one DVT and another, can’t remember what department she is from… possibly the Mental Health hospital, but I’m guessing here.
PLEASE FORGIVE THE LACK OF CONTENT. TUESDAY WILL BE THE SAME, WITH THE APPOINTMENTS I’VE GOT TO GO TO. I can zoom in on CorelDraw and Word, so will try to put the Ode, HC Log and Nottingham News Snippets in. For any photos, I’ll just not have the time to doctor or comment much on any. Cheers.
Early morning shots. Health Check Log
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Egyptian Cotton shirt.
Alright then, made in China cotton. Hehehe!.
No concentration.
Carer Ty told me I’d been given the wrong tablets this morning; I was given the evening doses! No wonder I feel so bad. What with no Omeprazole, now I’ve taken too much Warfarin, and the level is already too high!
The only thing that’s keeping me going at this moment, is that France are losing to Argentina – not that I like it, anyway. France made a comeback in the second half and ended at 3-3 in extra time. Then on to penalties to decide. Argentina won 4-2. I should have felt sorry for France’s Mbappé, with three goals in a world cup final and ended up on the losing side. But I didn’t.
I’ll get something to eat; I’ve got a potato in the crockpot. I’ll see what’s left in the fridge and freezer to have with it, not that I’m hungry with the Angina perpetually performing its pain-giving. If it’s cooked (the potato, not the pain). I might try to bake the slices in the oven. Oh, Ann Gyna ain’t half giving me some grief! Things are not good!
A well-seasoned spud in the pan. I would have had this if I didn’t forget to turn the slow cooker on. .
Last bag of cheese curls instead. Humph!
. Bit of a mist coming on.
. The odd-looking bag of BBQ flavouring filled three of the food containers. I put a lot of the seasoning into the beans. But couldn’t really taste anything BBQish?. SHAME! Taste: 7/10. – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
The Late safety call carer did no arrive.
Stayed awake as well so as not miss them!
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They have my support, at least!How come he avoided prison?
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05:20hrs: I woke; well, I wasn’t asleep really, just the odd fitful half-dose, with my rear end hanging off the cushion out of the c1966. charity shop bought, second-hand, wincingly grotty, beige coloured, not working, crumb-covered from the nocturnal nibblings, itch-making, uncomfortable, virus-breeding, easy-to-fall-out-of, recliner. .
A bad night again for sleeping.
I was so tied last night I felt sure that my bosky would force me to get some respite and rest in the dorm of sleep. But, No!.
My friendly, compassionate neighbour above had seen to that. Two gays now, of constant banging, ta[[ing, drilling, clunking, with very elite respite; I hoped to get to sleep early, but that was a no chancer, as he started giving the hammer a bashing. Fair enough, he gave his last mechanical concerto just after ten o’clock, but I was on edge after so many days and hours of putting up with it, and I feared he may start again at any time.
He is making some things to give to the children he likes to support and visit, for Christmas, I believe.
I usually get his banging away every day of the year from Herbert (Nickname). But the last two days have been horrendously noisy for him. Doing my health no good. Even the Carers and Nurse Hristina heard him tap-tapping away relentlessly.
More so now that I’ve no Omeprazole medications to counter the pains from Anne Gyna. It seems that when the Doctor told me to double the dosages of the caps;e, she somehow forgot to tell the chemist! It got slowly worse, and no chance of getting any. Might call 111 later.
Had poor not gone sick, this would not have happened, I’m sure. It’s Richard that controls the Prescriptions. Still, excellent news on that situation; they tell me that Richard will be returning to work on Monday. I hope he’s not coming back too soon; as much as I am pleased about it, I hope he is not returning too early and gets himself poorly again. Crossed fingers!
Let’s assess the problems I’ve had to endure these last few days: or should I?
Maybe best not to…
Go on, then; I’ll make a list on CorelDraw and see how it reads. (Perusing engaged) Perusing ended)
Not nice, is it? But self-pity is not the answer! Mind you, I don’t know what the answer is? I’ve got a little muddled up here. Things may be out-of-chronological timing from here onwards.
Sorry. The stress and pain from Anne Gyna are getting to me.
This photo is, I think, the first one I took this morning.
When I was brewing my first mug of Glengettie tea. I put the milk in and got blotches of manky milk floaters in the mug. Humph!
Threw the milk away and tried the semi-skimmed – same again? Threw that carton away. rinded the bottle and box and got them in the waste bag. Tried the last box of milk, and it seems okay. 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 limited saneness of mind?
I got the health Checks tended to. (Ann Gyna is going to be a bother here; She’s getting more and more painful!
The results, as decreed by the NHS analyser, put me in the Hypertension – Red One Zone. But, so close to being in the High-Normal pink. So that’ll do me.
I see I’ve put the photo above in with the second lot of pictures I’d taken as well. Rather sad, but Anne Gyna has got my mind all over the place now.
When I get this done, I’m going to ring 111 and ask for advice.
He said, forgetting all about doing it afterwards.
I espied in these house shot photos that the frost and bits of snow were spread around liberally.
But you’ll notice the richest house on the block (Last house photo).
That will either be the richest family in Sherwood; who can afford to heat the attic room?
Or an efficient drug dealer den.
Specifically, a cannabis growing factory, with e plants being hidden in the loft and the heating on 23/7.
I wonder if they have rerouted the electricity from next door? Well, you never know! I can’t remember taking the sky one. But that’s not unusual.
My concentration is well-shot now. No notes on the memory pad from here on. Anne Gyna was stirring again.
The beloved neighbour of mine was nowhere near as noisy as the last two days. I don’t think it was my responding to every single noise he made over about three hours by banging back on the tall bookcase cabinet; every time it started tap-tapping, banging or knocking with copied noises with Metal Mickey.
But after around 02:30 hours, things went strangely quiet on the Western Front. Hehehe! He’s probably gone to deliver some of his creations to his children and friends.
, came. Kara took the washing and returned it, putting them away for me ♥.
I went to get something to eat. After a look at what food options I had, I decided on Cottage pie, rosti potatoes, cobs and BBQ sauce. I got settled, the TV on, and took the first bite of the evening meal… Carer Cheeky Charlie arrived to give me the medications. No Omeprazole, of course, and this was the reason for the pains in my chest that had been lingering all day long and getting worse the longer I went without any pain relief from Ailment 19 – Anne Gyna! Charly gave me two extra Paracetamol tablets and Took the waste bag with her as she left for the chute.
I ate the by-now nearly cold meal and still enjoyed it. Flavour-Rating 7/10.
While watching TV. Woke an hour or so later, took a wee-wee, getting bad again. Washed the pots and returned to watch the end of the film; it had about 5 minutes to run Woke up as the screen credits for the end of the film were showing. Tsk!
And Carer Cheeky Charlie returned to give me the Peptac and check on the taps and stove. I sent to make a brew of Glengettie. Decided to take some evening shots from the kitchenette window.
The first effort was taken hanging out of the window straight down on Chestnut Way, the road and the car park. What looked like a fire engine, or stretched limousine, was, in fact, it was a normal car speeding out of the complex. I hope it wasn’t one being stolen!
A wide view of the horison and lights was taken next.
Not one of my better efforts.
The last photo was taken as I returned to the front room...
Completely forgot about the mug of Glengettie I’d just made.
The TV had been left on, and taking the photo purposely in the dark to ass a bit of mystery to it, I managed to get a .
Settled down and . Moments later, this caught me out somewhat: By what must have been the longest-lasting ever . I had to retrieve the leg from over the arm of the £300, second-hand shop bought nine years ago, c1966, discomfiting, alarmingly beige-coloured, crumb-containing, TV remote hiding, not working recliner.
By when I got up in the morning, I’d sprung awake at least a dozen times and had taken five wee-wees. Advice for Whippersnappers: Sleep is not easy when one wants it, but becomes rife when one doesn’t want it.
Oh, and be prepared to be accompanied in your slumber… or rather, to be awoken from your slumber by ailment 13: each and every night!
05:00hrs: So, another waking up all the time, night. I’m fed up with these now! Still, it could be worse! Rose for a wee-wee, with both PMD (Pre-Micturition-Dribbling) and PMAD (Post-Micturition-After Dribbling). A bit of a job to sort me and things out afterwards! Sorted the waste bags. Had another wee-wee. Put the kettle on to make a brew of Glengettie. I was going to get the ablutions done to freshen things up but thought being as I keep forgetting to do the Health Checks regularly, I do them first while it was in my memory-challenged mind. So, I did! The pulse was fine again, for five days on the trot now.
Although the NHC analyser had put me in the red area again, it was so close to the amber; I was content with the result this morning. But it would have been nice to see it in amber on the graph.
I’ve had some results in the greens over the past week, which is nice.
Got the ECG to go for tomorrow. I still can’t work out why I’ve had to have a blood test and now the ECG, as apparently demanded by the Mind Hospital; the appointment with them is not until January? Still, I’m glad I got one. Off to the wet room, I trotted with the clothing needed. I had to utilise the first. I could have made a marathon tale of what took place, but haven’t the time now. Suffice it to say nuggets, pain and pong. Somehow, I realise it now when typing this, but I forgot to clean my teeth again. (Fear of bleeding gums?) Then, having the shave did not go so well this morning. It was due mainly to , she’s been good lately to me as well, but her cunning timing today ensured that I gleaned many cuts of varying degrees from the razors. Now’t really serious, though. During the stand-up body wash, I needed two more wee-wees? No blasters; they were all of the SSAO (Sprinkly-Spraying-All-Over) variety. Got dressed (No socks, why risk injury using when your not going out?) And made a mug of Glengettie, and went onto the computer, to update the Monday blog. The Norton Virus started a check, and for once, I watched the progress. Confused me more than helped. I just can’t get my head around anything that is new or has changed. to blame? I’d let the tea go cold, so ventured into the kitchenette to get the kettle on again… Guess what? I’d left the hot tap running yet again. idiot, dumbo, twit… take your choice!
Still, I managed to take a couple of photographs that didn’t come out too bad. Not that that dissolved any feeling of guilt. Self-hatred, or simply feeling shame, at leaving the tap running.
l went back to the grind of blogging and making little progress other than to amend mistakes that I had made earlier on.
The tea went cold again! Back to make another, and the haze had cleared a little. Back with the brew to the front room.
I got the Lumix and took these to slightly clearer pictures through the glass on the balcony. Almost reluctantly, I got on with blogging. Because I was making such a mess of things, and I just carried in in the same way again, I’m not feeling too good here, as you may have noticed. Hehe!
Arrived, he was not looking too good at all. His ticker was racing, and he looked drained. This worried me, I asked if I should call an ambulance, but he said no. The poor lad was not food at all. The session was lost to my concerns, can’t be sure, but I think he helped me with the paperwork… I’m just not sure. I walked with him to the door and wished him well. If he turns up tomorrow, I’ll be surprised; I’m concerned for him.
That put the mockers on everything after that. Couldn’t concentrate on anything at all. I believe I had a turn myself then. Cause at around 14:30hrs, it was as if I woke up, wondering what I’d been doing. I vaguely remember Josie returning the plates and things. Not much else. The oven was on, with nothing in it. Which I put to rights and got some potato Rostis in it.
I burnt my right index finger on the oven! Doesn’t look much, but it hurts like hell! Can’t type now; the finger is so tender to touch for typing. Odd, that?
Going to have to try again later.
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Wednesday updating of this post, from the scribble pad: Dementia Doreen is withholding the actual memories. So, not much detail, I’m afraid. Found this graphic in the diary file. Can’t recall making it? Dated for today, mind you?
I do recall this rather sad-looking meal that I made. Two sourdough baps, six potato-Rostis. A liberal portion of BBQ sauce for sipping into. And a pot of the soya lemon yoghourt. But I did enjoy it, and I spotted a scribbled 8.4/10 on the notepad. Which I assumed to be the taste rating given?
Must have some rain then.
Naturally, I was trying to watch a ‘Heartbeat’ episode again. I was soon woken up, though. Appeared, and we soon had the medications done. I was waffling again, Tsk! Went with her to the door (I know this because it was locked this morning). Carolynne took the waste bag with her, and I locked the door.
Tried to watch the second episode of ‘Heartbeat’. Zzz!
This Sunday morning, there was no yawning, The Sabbath had already gone past its dawning… It was the coming of a wee-wee he was anticipating… Not his bladder, but his bowels started moving… The movement started, and Inchie farted… He flew to the Porcelain throne, almost running… For the torpedo’s escape had started…
It almost flew out, hitting the water and splashing… With the bleeding, he rapidly medicated… He’s better now… he’s convalescing! – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
As I was now located in the wet room, I decided to get the ablutions done. I nipped out and got the socks, shirt, and trousers to wear after the shave and showering. Commenced. For some reason, Toothache Terence? I can’t understand why I didn’t clean the teggies? The increased this morning. Only four, though, no bad ones. I did notice the hairs on the neck, up the nose, and in both ears were growing at a rapid rate? As if someone had put Grow-More on them? I used the magnifying glass to check the ears; blimey, no wonder I’m having trouble hearing things. Just thought I’d mention it. The showering went delightfully and free! I can’t claim the same in the . Although not bleeding then, had been during the night and had scabbed.
So, it had to be removed and cleaned before the Daktacort could be applied. Of course, this didn’t bother me in the slightest. I think I might well have been singing to myself while rubbing in the ointment. Yodelling a Frank Ifield number, Wayward Wind it was. if I remember rightly… Ahem! I got dressed, the computer on and tended to the .
The Body temperature was done first and gave me a minor shock.It’s been around 33°f or higher for a few days now. But it had plummeted down to 32.4°f now. According to the QMC-NHS, that is far too low for my needs. I’ll do it again later. It’s dead easy with My Chinese (Hong Kong) made by Shenzhen Relee Electronic & Technology Co. Ltd™, a contactless, hand-held thermometer.
The Sys had upped itself to 158, the DIA to 89 from 77. My Pulse was okay at 81. As noted, the temperature was, as Elvis sang it, “Way Down!”
Back to the homeland area for Inchie, then; into the Hypertension-1 bracket. You can’t win, can yer?
I took this snap of the morning view.
Then went into Sunday’s Operation, ‘Get Josie’s Meal & Treats sorted mode.
Hope the gal is not on the phone to her Sister again when I deliver it.
Got a large spud in the big saucepan, boiling. I must keep an eye on this cause I don’t want to let it get too soft. Otherwise, when I cube it later to oil and butter them and get them in the oven, they break up, which spoils them.
Got some ingredients out ready for the flavourings. Then cubed the potatoes and sprayed them in the oven tray with butter and olive oil.
They kept their flesh integrity… is that the right word? Anyway, they didn’t crumble. Hehe!
I checked on them every few minutes as I got the chilli and veg sorted in the saucepan.
It took about 20 minutes, and they looked and tasted good to me. Nice and crisp on the outside.
I got them in the pan of chilli, then turned off the heat, after adding a bit more chillie, the tomatoes, mushrooms and onions. Washed the oven tray and chopping board with the utensils and made a brew of tea for myself. Thompson’s Punjana this time. Then back to the computer to start updating the Saturday blog. Burst forth from the door alarm and came in. It was so late I’d forgotten about him not having come yet.
The first thing the lad said was how sorry he was for being late. I told him it couldn’t be helped, and being the weekend, I’d not have any medical appointments to rush to. He got the medications sorted for me, and I asked him to check the date on the milk bottle in the fridge, please. Which he did. I took a photo of it, but still can’t read it when blown up! The combination of; , , Chloramphenicol Eye Drops, and see to that. Jozeph was given a choice of drinkies from the fridge while he was in it checking on the use-by dates for me. He took the waste bags with him as he departed.
Kicked off doing some drilling in the flat above. I coped with the noise this time. But when he started the bang-banging and constant tap-tapping a little later on, I returned the favour by hitting the top of the tall bookshelf with Metal-Mickey. Grrr!
I was getting n with the updating of the Saturday post again and was enjoying doing it. I didn’t enjoy the mistakes and omissions I was making, of course! Has it not been for me actually hearing the rain fall, and getting up to see if it would be photographable, I may have carried on blogging and not noticed the time and would have been late for the first time ever delivering Josie’s nosh. I’d only got 12-minutes, but it only needed dishing out, basically.
It was a close call, but I managed it just in time! Back I went to the flat and got the rest of the mess cleaned up in the kitchen.
Spent the next few hours getting this blog started. The fatigue came over me, and I had to stop. Uh, I’ve not had anything to eat yet! I’ll have something simple; let’s see what I do quickly. Ah, a mock Cottage pie in the fridge that can be microwaved. That’ll do me. I can have a cob with it and dip it in some BBQ sauce. And, I hope, then fall asleep before the evening carer wakes me up.
I poddled into the kitchenette, and I took a photo of the view from the window. The first one I took came out rather vivid, so I checked what setting it was taken in, but couldn’t find it, so I reset it to auto-mode and took the second effort. Which was a lot more like it actually looked. Then got the meal prepared. The Asda Cottage pie, I can do in the microwave in 9-minutes later on. I got the potato cakes in the oven to cook for twenty minutes, hoping to remember to add the meal to the microwave ten minutes later; I think I got that right?
But, I got involved in doing up a word-rhyme list, and it went on for far too long; two hours later, I remembered the potato scones in the oven! I abandoned the word listing (I hope I saved it first... Oh, dearie me!).
The poor scones were hard, dry, and well-withered.Yet they were so tasty! I had to eat them carefully to avoid causing any toothache bother. I added some BBQ sauce to the meal and mixed it in. Two wholemeal cobs were dipped and eaten too. Then a pot of the delightfully tasty Soya Lemon yoghourt. A Flavour-Rating of 7.8/10 was given. Nice!
Washed the pots up, turned the computer off (Forgetting to check that I’d saved the word list – Bet I didn’t) and got down the recliner.
Woke me up. She had not used the door chime. I gently explained my Instantly-needed wee-weeing and possible bleeding attributes with it and being caught with not being aware of a Carer coming into the room unless I could hear the chime. Bless her; she said she thought the chime may disturb me. And she will try to remember in the future. Sweetheart! All very low-key. I certainly was not telling her off; just explaining things. A lovely gal. Who got the medications sorted, and we had a minute or too nattering, which I always appreciate. Treated in thanks, hobbled to the door with her, and she took the waste bags, farewells swapped, and I remembered to lock the door.
The evening view was rather worth trying to photograph, so I tried. , Cataracted right eye, and , the scone on the viewer looked so different to the ones coming out on the camera. The photographs looked disappointingly smudged in comparison to how my eyes viewed them? Flibblegonknackles!
I got resettled in the £300, bought eight years ago from the second-hand shop, Harold Haemorrhoid-testing, c1966, repugnantly beige-coloured, crumb-containing, virus-breeding, acne-giving, rickety, itch-producing, none-working recliner. Had a look at the TV listings and was overjoyed to see several episodes of some early Red Dwarf that were currently being shown. But could I stay awake each time the multitude of commercial breaks came on? No!Not a chance. I may have seen about ten minutes of Red Dwarf, the averts came on, and usually, I woke up during the next episode. Grrr! Yet, I love the program so much that I suffered this for several hours. Knowing I should just turn it off to avoid the frustration… but somehow hoped that I’d stay awake… It must have been gone at midnight before I came to the last episode. Of course, I nodded off again at the first commercial break in it… Most annoyingly! !
03:00hrs: I woke, but without the usual jump and or jerk? Not complaining, mind you. As I was manipulating the challenging struggle to get up on my feet, I got a little help to make me move faster… The rapidly getting urgent need of a wee-wee!As I approached the grey overnight bucket, it became apparent that I would also require using the Porcelain Throne. So, I went to the Porcelain Throne. Well, it seemed sensible! Boy, what a session! I’d got myself ready for the usual struggle to pass, got the crossword book out… Things started moving straight away! Smoothly, painlessly and bloodlessly! Yee-Ha!
Rinses and cleaned, and went out into the kitchen to get the kettle on.
Number One: I took these photos of the morning view as the water boiled, and I made a right mess of the first one. I didn’t think I’d even had any shakes, , and were not giving me any bother? But I still made a hash of it. Tsk! The second try came out a lot better, even if not like modern art, as the first one was. Hehe!
Then, as I was making the tea, there seemed to be water all over the countertop. At first, I thought the kettle was leaking. But after a quick inspection, I found nothing untoward there. The water seemed to be getting worse, so I got some paper towels and wiped it up. Then had, a look up to see if anything was coming down through the ceiling. Nope! number two: Eventually, it clicked. The slow cooker had been leaking, and I think must have made me miss a load of it from last night. Phew!
I got on the computer to update yesterday’s blog. Five hours later, had blanked out a lot of concentration, and blogging was a morning nightmare. If anything was forgettable, do-wrongable or losable, I did it. I had to take a break, so I did.
I pottered about in the kitchen; even in doing that, I started things and moved on to sorting something else with the first thing being finished. At one stage, I started to pour all the part bottles of disinfectants into an empties spray bottle. Then found I was placing a baking potato on the counter to cook later? What? Got back to the disinfectants and saw I had no bleach under the sink. I wandered around trying to remember where I put the bleach that was delivered on… erm… last week. Talk about confused! I got back to the disinfectants and mixed in the different types and scents with each other… at least judging by the smell of them later on. And I was happy doing them?
The light was coming early. Then again, I didn’t realise how late it was in the morning then – Confusion Conrad was in charge this morning.
These three photographs were taken, its a miracle they came out so well. Because my mind seemed to want to get back to sorting the cleaning bottles? Well, I thought they did.
Came in, the poor thing was yawning again. Hehe! Got the medications sorted, and as if something had clicked during this visit, my concentration began to return? We had a little natter about this and that. I insisted she takes a drink and nibble with thanks. She took the waste bags with her. ♥ Oh, I nearly forgot; I asked her to take a look at the dates on the Enoxaparin hypodermics. They are too small for me to read them. They were well out of date. Jodie said to tell Richard on Monday. So I will!
I got back to the computer, still not concentrating as I should, but better than earlier. It’s funny that; getting it back never happened so quickly before? I wished it had lasted for longer.
The noisy neighbour from above kicked off big time with his banging and clanging. The concentration was lost again. But I pressed on, not doubt missing many errors, and making more, I got the blog finished. Then made up an Ode for today and then one for tomorrow. I was feeling so tired suddenly. Then realised I’d not had much in the way of sleep again and had been up for over twelve hours already. I got the potato in the oven: it’ll be about an hour, I should think. Now I have to ensure I don’t fall asleep, and it burns.
I’ll try to get on the WP reader now. Ah! Not done the Health Checks – Next job then! Better late than never…
Not bad, down a little anyway!
The potatoes in the oven looked like a giant passion fruit when I took a look. Hehehe! I dished it and had the last two Sourdough cobs well-buttered. Cooked chestnuts, gherkin slices, red and orange tomatoes and all of the remaining mock bacon slices. Which were rather nice! Flavour: 8/10. I cleaned the pots, wee-wee’d washed, medicated the eyes, olive-oiled the ear-holes, and got down in the c1968, £300, second-hand charity-shop bought, crumb-containing, odour-retaining, Harold’s Haemorrhoid-testing, nauseatingly beige coloured, non-working, virus-breeding recliner. To watch the regular weekday ‘Heartbeat’ episode.
But: Can you believe what they did? The Swine at Channel ITV 10, on Freeview? They only took of the Heartbeat episodes! Gits! Scumballs! Have they no compassion or understanding of senile old fools who watch this programme? (Fair enough, I usually fall asleep when the averts come on). And what did unthinking twerps show in the place of the best TV series ever made? Horse Racing! My being lucky enough not to have any pathological gambling, compulsive gambling or other gambling disorders or interest, I looked up this race day: The Breeders’ Cup 2022 with Grade 1s each way you turn at the Kentucky venue. The year-end championship for North American Flat racing, it has attracted star horses from across the globe.
But at the cost of making many old farts in the UK sulk and even get annoyed at losing their ‘Heartbeat’ to watch.
I am aware that in our block of flats where will have several senior-aged ‘Born Gamblers’ who will welcome horse racing. Good for them! Gambling is classed as an impulse-control disorder. It is included in the American Psychiatric Association (APA’s) Diagnostic and Statistical Manual, fifth edition (DSM-5). Problem gambling is harmful to psychological and physical health. Ha!The gambling-addicted lads and lasses in our apartments look fitter and happier than I am! Mind you, they all have ticks, smoke and drink!
Good luck to them, I say. A man with my luck cannot dare risk gambling, so I’m safe from one addiction, at least. Hahaha!
I’ve forgotten what I was on about now… Oh, yes, ITV Channel 10 removing Heartbeat. The Swine!
chimed out and came in. He looked a lot less tired tonight. Nice lad. We had a decent chinwag after he’d done the medications. Selected a cold can of orange juice from the fridge by way of thanks and took the waste bags to the bin on his way out.
I resettled in the £300, bought eight years ago from the second-hand shop, Harold Haemorrhoid testing, repugnantly beige-coloured, crumb containing, virus-breeding, acne-giving, rickety, itch-producing, none-working recliner. Sleep did come easier this time, but t was dream-filled crap again.
Three hours later, I burst almost nervously wide awake to find myself needing the NWWB (Nocturnal-Wee-Wee-Bucket), with a lot of PMAD (Post-Micturition-After-Dribbling) following the main event.
That did it, of course. I tried but could not get back to sleep. Humph!
I actually got some sleep last night. I admit, not a lot, but the sleep lasted more than for the last three nights put together – 5-hours! I woke around 05:30hrs, and after pondering over what day it was and what needed to be tended to… out of the blue grew! I was sure that something favourite suspected, , was my most regularly committed one, of leaving a hot water tap running.
If anyone was taking a video or filming in the flat for the next ten minutes or so. They would have captured enough comedy material to sell a series of comedy sketches to a TV channel! Of course, it’s all just everyday life to me! Here’s how I remember it going:
❶ Flapped about to get free of the recliner, and instead of getting up on my feet, my bum hit the chair, then the carpet. Bump Bumped! But this only delayed me for a minute. Somehow I got up on my pins within seconds? (Or, did I) I soon regained a modicum of control in my mission to check every room. ❷ Even though I could feel and sense the blood coming from Harold’s Haemorrhoids, I had to do these checks; whatever happened! ❸ Into the kitchenette, all the usual checks, windows, oven, stove, microwave, slow cooker and the taps (faucets). All clear there… ❹ Checked the front door, which was locked as it should be. I did unlock it then, as with getting up late, there is a possibility of the Carer arriving early. ❺ Into the wet room – I gave the door frame a shoulder charge as I went in – Luckily though, and for the first time ever, I hit my left shoulder on the door – thus, I avoided waking up or disturbing or damaging the right Covid booster arm, by clouting the right shoulder. Having semi-satisfied , you can never guarantee this fully; I returned to the front room to get my clothes on and get the brain running. ❻ Brian Ricks, Charlie Chaplin and Del Boy to have performed what happened as I got the trousers on, any better than I did. Of course, for them to do it, needed a script, but my performance and facial expression needed no acting. Again though, to be fair, I couldn’t see my face; bewilderment, I imagine, is one word anyone seeing it might happen to use. Here’s the rundown as best as I can explain it:
❼ I got the trews on and knew I would get the ablutions done next and medicate the poor . I quickly pulled the belt to close the buckle – (bearing in mind these belts were only bought 3 or 4 weeks ago from Amazon). The buckle shot off, hitting the computer screen at the other end of the room, and the perfect trouser drop (Comedy-wise) was performed! I later found the buckle pin, three rivets and an unidentified metal ring on the floor.
❽ The belt itself fell limply to the floor, hitting a !
This ended any of my enjoyment of or seeing the funny side of the occasion. And not a soul, other than me, to see the happening. It just doesn’t seem fair to me! I could have had a belated career as a comedy writer! Humph! Mind you, with my blog followers list being so high, I should be content. They both occasionally email me.
To the wet room next. , Teggies, teeth, and then shaving. Kept down to just two mini-ones. Then under the shower. After today’s start with the trousers, somehow, I enjoyed the unrushed showering session greatly. Oh, and the showering, I kid you not, was free!
I fear something of a mind-blank happened here!
When the memory returned, complete with the ‘brain-freeze’ results. I was in the right predicament because I did not know what I was doing on the computer in the slightest. I’d got the Blog open, CorelDraw, the Ode Writer on Word, the calendar and WordHippo all open! Something I never do; is open so many programmes, but there you are… as lost as I am, presumably. On the memory pad on the side of the computer, it said, “Took photos”
Which I show here on the left. Apart from the fact that they obviously made bad efforts at photography, I can tell you nothing.
Ah, the next line, which may or not be helpful, says, ‘ Inspired?
It also appears that Carer Sam had been, and we had a chat and a laugh. And the Pentac bottle dose-pot, I found wet on the kitchen draining board. So I knew she’s been, I looked up, on the Meridian record folder. I can’t remember washing it, so I assume Sam did it for me? A vague memory of walking her to the front door and wishing well as she took the waste bag with her? Aha, I vaguely remember doing this line. Took a photo of the flats in town, then zoomed in to take a close-up of the block. No reason why I did this on the pad.
I assume something witty, clever or interesting must have come into my mind? (They do that sometimes, you know – the last time was about 1966).
Found a note written on the wrong pad, and I realised it was for today, but only when I read it: Four visits to the Porcelain Throne in three hours! I bet I bored Carer Sam with that bit of news? Hahaha! Maybe not. Sorry the mind-blank to the memory away, now.
And after doing the checks again, I set about sorting out what it was I was up to with the computer. It must have taken me hours to get sorted… Well, partly understood. Then I got the Friday blog finished and posted off. By then, it was about 14:00hrs!
Pretty confused and not totally content with the mind-blanks increasing. Glad I’ve got the face-to-face with Dr Vindla coming up on Tuesday morning. I shall try to be a bit pushier when telling her the facts of what I’m going through. It will be interesting to see what she says, and I might learn if she is ignoring was worries, as it seems to be to me. But of course, as I am nowadays, I just don’t know.
The was Kylie who arrived, and she got the medications sorted. She was in a hurry, but she kindly read the first part of this blog about the trousers and said it read hilariously and that I should show it to the other Carers. Hehehe! That cheered me up magnificently! She took the bin bag with her as she left, and I clearly remember locking the door.
Oh, better do them, belatedly…
I finally got on with creating this blog – sounds so easy, doesn’t it? But, no! . What did I do? I’ll tell yers! I’d made a base template for Sunday, and I started this blog on that one! I even got confused when copying and pasting to the right post – and had to start afresh again! However annoying as this was, I handled it with more aplomb than the earlier cock-ups; because I’d cheered up since Chloe’s visit. I hope I’ve not got the Carers’ names mixed up? Worrying about this is all part of the attention from . The never existed until after Doreen started calling. The Memory-Blanks, either. If, and I’m not saying I expect, the Doctor ignores the signs again, I shall have to swap Doctors. Although, there is nothing to indicate a different quack will be any more interested in listening than Dr Vindla, either. Rambling on again there, sorry!
Well, with all the farcical events today, it is already four hours beyond my usual Shut-Eye time! And I’ve not had anything to eat yet. I shall have to get something quick and get my head down.
Oh, blimey, I’ve just remembered the mushrooms that I put in the slow cooker – around 15 hours ago!
I took the top photo just after putting them in the bowl. I’ll go to photograph what they look like now… back in a bit… I hope.
The bottom two I’ve just taken.
Shrunk a bit, haven’t they? Hehehe!
I had a job prising the mushrooms out of the porcelain bowl of the slow cooker. The scalded finger will heal. I had to manually pull most of them out, but it wasn’t worth the pain and effort. Still, if I need something leather-like to mend any holes in my shoes, I’m already set up? So, no mushrooms with the rice tonight, fair enough. I get the meal made mushroomless, of course, and catch up in the morning in the event that I wake up, of course. TTFN. Sunday AM, late, very late, updated this blog. Found this email from Amazon. Checked on the tracker, and it’s not yet dispatched. Made the most belated meal; BBQ rice (microwaveable), with 7-Mediterranian roasted vegetable sauce heated in the saucepan. A lemon yoghourt. and got settled. No mushrooms, of course!
I was going to have the last two microwave sausages; I even put them on top of the microwave to remind myself. As far as I know, they are still there.
Yet again, Sweet Morpheus was reluctant to permit to nod off. Even putting the TV on didn’t help. It must have been four hours before sleep came – then it was another load of weird dreams with it. Humph!
