Life is getting harder… WordPress has stolen from my editor… The swatch that permitted text colour! Liberty-Global, the new owner… Of the previously good Virgin Media, Goes down regularly, more oftener. I’ve contracted insanity & Arithmaphobia! I’m becoming ever more toeier, I’m likely a champion procrastinator. And developing a worrying paranoia!
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Too dark in the night pouch!
Thought I’d do a photo tour of the massive flat. The one and only front room, balcony showing Kitchenette Mini Hallway. Which I shot through in. urgent response to the need of the ! Where… The carer fitted a
new day bag for me.
After the ablutions were done, I took a closer photograph of the state of the injuries accrued in the last fall.
Titivated the Nurse, Carers, and delivery folk’s drinkies display.
Car park on Chestnut Walk.
Domestic Denise arrived and mopped the kitchenette for me. Then with the same water, cleaned the wet room floor for me. We managed a mini-natter as she filled in the paperwork. Nice gal Denise is.
Another of the mysteries of Woodthorpe Court, with the hobgoblins, spectres, gnomai, phantasms, grotesque succubae, Whoopsiedangleplops, ailments, extraterrestrials, ectoplasm, spirits, Accifauxpas, rent increases, food price hikes, and the Fata Morganas, that have been sent to taunt, irritate and terminate my already limited saneness of mind… The left foot seemed to be developing a picture on top of it. It looked so different to the one I took 6 hours ago?
Sun-Setting . Can you see the ghostly white clouds above? Do you see the face? A wider shot, and it looks like a ghost’s skeleton to me? Mayhap with w weapon in his left arm? I do love the clouds.
Later on, before settling into the £300, second-hand, most uncomfortable, decrepit, Haemorrhoid Harold-testing, creaking, sleep-deterring, nauseatingly beige-coloured, not-working, recliner, I nipped out with Kodak to take sky pics again. The white area was still there, face with mouth open this time. The strip of the last sunlight on the horizon. I clearly recall seeing something in this one, worth mentioning -wise. (I think?) But cannot see it now, Humph!
I foolishly forgot to ask the last Carer who called, to attach the night bag for me and within a short time of sleeping, was full and backing up in the bladder. I painfully got up and put the night pouch on, without too much hassle, and slowly the pain from within the bladder eased, and I got back to sleep.
I vaguely recall dreaming something about me punting a punt, with a very attractive young lady with a sun hat on and an umbrella up… she would not answer my Good Mornings, just chose to ignore me.
That’s all I remember – Oh, the internet blackouts were better!
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Night pouch emptied
My right leg is not any better. A reversal in evacuation mode back to…
Health Check Returns
The mudslide begins.
The Agony!
Third attempt on the Throne with the unneeded time killer.
Midday view
Under the cabinet?
ASDA ORDER ARRIVED As Carer Kara was sorting me out, the driver kindly dumped the delivery loose onto the kitchen floor for me. This is going to be fun, all that bending.
Kara sorted me out and departed.
I struggled on, with the ever going down
This makes it the third blackout
Farcically frustrating! Can’t get any help in ringing up Virgin, to help sort it out. Not good for me to do it, with auto messages and operators I cannot understand, and who cannot understand me.
Involved in the black-out from. for so long, it must have been four hours later when I realised that I’d not moved the food from the kitchen floor! Aargh! So I made a start, a painful; start every time I had to bend.
The frozen chips had started to melt. The ready-prepped spuds.
Cheapo batteries, Curls and baking soda.
The fridge & freezer were well-filled.Freezer mostly with bread products.
I checked on the day’s outages reported. Then…
🎵And the heavens poured🎵
But only for ten minutes then it came back on… For one minute…
The rain stopped
The Internet returned but was very slow. I went to make a brew Glengettie. . Against the corner of the cabinet… . And clouted the right leg’s wound and ulcer! Naturally, I was blithe & cool over the incident.
I went onto the balcony waiting for the Liberty-Global Virgin Media Internet to return. Took a picture of the returning rain-covered scene, of some flats balcony and the car park.
Back online again. Made a WP ~Prompt reply.Once again took a soggy, spluttery visit to the Porcelain Throne.
Made a meal. (Realised in the morning that I had forgotten to put the SD card back in the Kodak) Took a photo of it.
The rain returned.
Back on three minutes later. Started to post the Prompt blog… Back on eight minutes later… Shame! Had to do a complete restart on the computer and Virgin box, but got it back on within 40 minutes. I posted the blog and was sending an email… I waited for half an hour, but it wasn’t keen on coming back online again… I turned everything off, losing the email, CorelDraw work and this blog updates.
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I went off to have my morning mug of tea early and thought that the view from the kitchenette window was worth viewing. Gawd the leg was hurting! The beauty would soon be forgotten…
The same as yesterday happened, only worse, it caught me out and caused embarrassment at it happening, Grumph! . As well as an, or two, followed! The rear-end evacuation started, unstoppably, before I’d got to the wet room door on my way to the . What a mess! embarrassment is not a strong enough word! Agony is not a strong enough word for when I had to clean things up again. I might have been worse I suppose. Getting the fresh Protection pants on was dodgy, nearly had another Whoopsie!
The right leg’s red areas continue to creep up the leg.
I put the computer on, went for another controlled visit to the , I got back to the computer after another mammoth cleaning up job; but…
Made a brew of Glengettie while waiting for the of to get back online. Which lasted for about twenty minutes or so, and then…
I think it must have been the fourth visit to the . The computer came back online.
Got a crack on while I could. At least two hours uninterrupted! But then… . This time the oligarchical owned failed for a much longer time. I kept checking frequently, and when the imitation service, (I use the word loosely) returned, I went to the UT to watch a documentary about the Bhopal disaster. Another result, similar to the poor sods who died, got injured, and had their lives ruined by the Royal Borough of Kensington & Chelsea, there were no prosecutions of the guilty gits in charge of running both disasters! I got very emotional, and could not resist looking at a Grenfell Tower documentary, to remind myself of the crookedness, and protection from prosecution of worldwide! I don’t mind admitting, both clips brought tears to my eyes.
No sooner had I changed to blogging…
So, I made the second brew of tea, Thompsons Punjana. With the regular four cookies being dunked! Still no sign of owned …
Went to wash the mug out, and the breeze coming into through the part-open kitchenette window, felt lovely on my right leg, cooling.I’m not sure why… But I took two shots of the legs. Of, course there would have been a reason… but…
As the customer service failed for the umpteenth time, my spirits sank. I’d spent hours redoing lost work thanks to the $26 million salaried Mike Fries, or Steve Fries, Mike I think… Where was I? It may have been more. (And was later on!)
I took a snap of the rather beautiful late afternoon view.
The forehead, eyes, lips of the face. Do you see them?
I’m fed up with moaning!
Another go at getting this blog started…
I surrendered to the
Nosh was prepared… then burnt… I spat a bit, self-condemned and stuck my bottom lip out!
The night Carer arrived and did me
Then as I put some more potatoes in the air-fryer this time, which has a timer on it to avoid burning food. I wish I’d realised that an hour ago! I got Kodak Keith and took these shots of the sunset.
High in the sky
A little lower…
Down a smidgenNightie-Night Sunshine!
Back to keep an eye on the fodder cooking.
The second effort. Veg soup with Borscht. Unburnt potatoes with the last of the Tear & share bread. A pot of the high-class custard & Jelly. By gum, I live well! Taste-Rating: 7.5/10!
The right leg infection or whatever you call it, kept me from nodding off for a while. But I got there… Zzz!
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REPEATEDLY GOING OFFLINE! – Going done so often caused me many problems and ultra-frustration. I have used more swear, curses, and words of hatred today than ever. That is saying something I can tell yers! (Spit, spit, spit!)
According to the scribble on the notepad, I was woken up at 06:45hrs by the Carer calling. Eye drops were in, the overspill was wiped off, and medications were given. Per instructions, the eye drops were inserted five minutes later, and the overspill was wiped off. The regulation 3 minutes of holding the index finger in the nose side started as the Carer departed. I guessed at the timing. I took off the night bag. Got it emptied and safe-wrapped for disposal.
None of the were leaking this morning. But it looked like the right leg infection was creeping up the chin area.
I sorted out the waste bags and then went into the kitchen again to check on the food situation and if anything needed ordering today for next week. (Forgetting at that time, I’d already done an order from Asda) Took a photographicalisation of the morning’s view... And a close-up nosey at the house being done up.
Made a mug of Glengettie tea to dunk the morning’s breakfast of four Maryland cookies into it. Started the notes of the day. Then got the computer on… Within five minutes, the above. So, I visited the … And boy, I was forced to by the oligarchs of . Because I avoided a right . As I opened the wet room door, I felt the flow from the rear end coming of its own accord! It was also lucky that I only had the thin dressing gown on; I yanked it off, downed the pants in a rush, and plopped my elephantine body down on the seat. The flow began before I’d made contact with the plastic raised seat! Splish, splash, slosh & all done! What a stink! Had a mess to clean up. Then got the gown back on. Tried the computer, and the internet was back on. I got the photo transfer session done with crossed fingers.
Doing so, I realised that the tea had gone cold, and I hadn’t had my breakfast of four cookies yet. Tsk! So, made another brew, Thompson Punjana, this time.
Started to get the blog updating tackled… Fancy that! This time it lasted for half an hour offline. But returned… Only for about 5 minutes offline this time. I actually got some CorelDraw work started. SHIT!
While waiting for the internet to return… I started to write down the order for the food I didn’t need, but at that time I didn’t realise I didn’t need it, cause I’d forgotten about ordering the Asda order that I’d done a day or so ago for the next week… I think!
The OLIGARCHS The monetary-gain pecuniary, merchants, sham, bogus, false interest in offering a workable internet, money-mongers, without a care in the world about any of their internet customers; Continue at their usual rate of failure. Mind you, had I been getting a $26 million a year salary with guaranteed bonuses and an open expense account – fair enough, I would not need to give a shit about myself either… I may have got a smidgen carried away there? My hatred for the man & company is tempered only by the fact that Fries is so damned good-looking! Hehehe!
I felt the right leg stinging in its usual waves, seemingly coming from within the leg. Took this snap of the agony-giving legs. Rather colourful now?
The owners of returned once more, ten minutes or so later. I pressed on with the updating, and actually got the blog finalised! Final checks and began to post it off... SHIT!
During this , I lost a lot of work done and foolishly not saves on CorelDraw. Grrr!
Oligarchical, capricious, undependable.
During a Carers call, the internet returned! For three minutes, then…
The day had flashed by already, and little was done. When, a few minutes later, the internet came back, I posted the Saturday blog off! But… About 15 minutes later, yet again…
So, I stretched my legs and went to get another bottle of soda water. Boy, the skies were magnificent! A Pareidolia’s Delight! I spotted a giant creature apparently coming into this snap from the right-hand side, with a head, nose, mouth, and fins. Can anyone else see it, or is it just me? Far left; the jaws of a creature.Another creature’s head and also the shape of an airliner cabin? The cloud formations were beautiful as the darkness began to arrive.
Back again… for one minute! As Victor Meldrew would say…
More Pareidolia’s Delights! A long mouse lower centre? Fantastic! A Michelin Man – Bigfoot in the clouds, with a Dolphin jumping out of the clouds to the right! See it? The left creature swimming in the clouds?
ENOUGH! Fries and his money-number-fact-crunching Mafia Mob have beaten me! Computer off, and messages sent out through the ether to any and everyone; spewing my hatred for the Oligarchical Smoke & Mirrors money men! A smidgeon of jealousy included.
I went to check on the meal cooking…
The pan with the vegetable soup with Borchst added was now a blob of nothingness! I threw away the pan contents, triple-wrapped them into the bin, and washed the saucepan. But, It’s led a charmed life, this saucepan has. The number of times I’ve burnt food in it) Hehehe! Tsk!
I got another can of thick-cut vegetable soup in the saucepan and added a smidgeon of Borchst to it. Got half of the tear & share bread, and put it in the oven with the potato cubes, hoping both will be cooked simultaneously. Then I got sidetracked, as per usual. I and my against the server trolley wheel and leg.
The soup was okay when I’d recovered and ointmentated the now stinging lesion, but the tear & share bread was a little overcooked. The potatoes too, but I like them that way. A great nosh despite all the hassle. Taste Rating: 8.2/10.
It went down a treat, as I ate it while watching an episode of ‘Heartbeat’; as per usual, I nodded off and missed the last few minutes of the programme. I hate it when I do that… but it happens so often nowadays, Humph! I tended to getting the pots and pans washed up! At this point, I can inform you all that the steak knife has lost none of its sharpness.
Late Carer arrived, Richard. He was not feeling very well, methinks. He got the night pouch on and carried out the medicationing and two eye drops, as required. Said my farewells and thanked the lad. After that, I repeatedly sat down to watch the goggle box, waking up and taking a photo of the night.
Here they are:
Bootiful! I could see a stretched face in there?
A close-up, taken by accident. Well, she is to blame, really. Haha! A wide shot… A close-up of the orange rift; Is that the word?
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Liberty Global is a world leader in converged broadband, video and mobile communications and an active investor in cutting-edge infrastructure, content and technology ventures. We play a vital role in society with our fibre-based and 5G network investments. Providing over 86 million fixed and mobile connections and rolling out the next generation of products and services while readying our networks for 10 Gbps and beyond.
I’ve corrected the grammar mistakes on this statement on Liberty-Globals E-Mail and statement of perfection – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – I’ve felt lucky this Thursday if LIBERTY-GLOBAL let me get half an hour of continuous blogging done! I’ve no idea if some of these photos were from Thursday for certain, but I think they were. It was all a mess, that had me in an angry, frustrated state of mind! Doing my health no good at all this unreliability & lack of help from the LIBERTY-GLOBAL Oligarchs. Still, I wouldn’t want LIBERTY-GLOBALs $26 million salaried Mike Fries to worry about me, or his pathetic imitation Internet Providing Service farce. He must have enough on his plate with number-crunching, figure-shuffling, smoke and mirrors, and financial manipulations on his mind. Bless him! All the same, he’s a good-looking brute, is he not?
Definitely Thursdays this one above. Hehe!
No, this might be last Thursday…
I give up, Must have lost this Thursday’s photos in the battle against Liberty-Globals blackouts?
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The colour of the urine in the night bag was a disappointment. The Carer Chris and Training Chap) confirmed it was a number 7 on the NHS Grade Card. The highest! Oh, Heckithump!
Stroke of luck when I switched on the computer. I found some photos that I had missed on the SD card. Tsk! Here they are;
All of a sudden, I remembered taking these after I looked at them. The bottom field was the one above I took mid-morning through the balcony doors and windows. The grass does not look very green; we could do with more rain.
The afternoon’s clouds This one was a delight for me. I could see tentacles, an animal’s head & shoulders, a ghost and a tea mug.
I could almost taste this again when I looked at it. Last night’s late nosh. It was a can of chunky vegetable soup, some concentrated Borscht added. Vegan sausages, and some of the crispy potato chunks; I did those in the air-fryer. Flavour Rating: 8.2/10!
Back to what few I’ve taken this morning, not a lot. Why, you ask, I’ll tell yers…
REPEATEDLY! The Swine!
The right foot toes and ankle are definitely not so bothering me today. They still catch me out occasionally I believe the Doctor at the Got it spot on, when he told me that any pain relief would take a day or two. He was right, too!
The ankle ulcer and swelling are taking their time to die down. The toes were much improved. Oddly, around the ankle, top of the foot it is swelling up there still. But overall, I’m pleased with how it’s going, (I Hope I don’t regret saying that later, Hehe!
High sunshine out now I can see the puffer clouds have faces in a couple of them.
Time to get some nosh before the internet goes down again. Oh, no, I’ve got the food order to do for next week yet, I’ll do it now before I forget to… If that is, the Liberty-Global Oligarchs let me… No, it’s down yet again!
I made a mess of this photo? But no mess with the fodder. Taste Rating: 8.3/10!
Washed the pots, and turned on the TV to watch ‘Heartbeat’. But I didn’t; the evening carers arrived. Chris and the new lad. I missed the Heartbeat programme in this sneak shot of Carer Chris. Hehehe! As he was putting on the night pouch to for me. drops, medications, and then after the regulation of five minutes, the drops were administered. I’d like to point out that the NHS have stopped issuing Peptac medicine, now.
They are using. Gaviscon Advanced. Apparently, it’s cheaper to buy than the Peptac. But… the aniseed flavouring they use in this one, is overpowering the tastebuds! Urgh!
Another day of being ruled by a pathetic internet connection. REPEATEDLY!
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The night catheter pouch colour was better today! Nice morning, a little windy.
Telly on to watch the news. Of course, I didn’t; I began to get the things ready for the trip out to the medical thingamabob.
Glad to see the treats on the carer’s table had been nibbled at…
Last check of the painful right foot and leg ulcer. I have a range feeling that this visit will come out well. It’s probably EQ talking to me with one of his forecasts? At least, I hope it is, cause he’s usually right.
I thought I’d got all I needed for the visit, (checked the status of the windows, balcony, taps (faucets), & stove. Looked again in the three-wheeled walker bag to see I had everything needed, and set off to catch the bus to the Centre. Out, in the lift (elevator) and down to the ground floor. Going through into the link passage to inform Meridian about my imminent departure; got through the swipe door into the tunnel, and realised I’d forgotten something. Turned back through the door… and realised that either or maybe both of them had removed the memory of what it was I was going back up to the flat to fetch! As I stood there musing and failing to recall what it was, the Domestic lady Denise came through on her way to do the flat for me. A good time to tell her I would not be there, Hehe! No signs of any recollection, so I had to ensure to catch the bus on time. I called at the Meridian office to tell them I will not be back for the 12:00hrs medications, and if they keep me in, I’ll let them know, or, when I return. Caught the bus alright. I planned it all out – I should know better that I am capable of making arrangements that work. Still, I did think at the time how clever I was to work out where to get off the bus, to make it far less distance for me to walk to the UCC building. However… I misjudged the distance by about five bus stops, half a mile. I got off the bus, with the help of passengers at the bus stop’s help, and then I realised my . I did feel like a fool!
Hell of a trek to get to the traffic island. To make things worse, as I approached the bend in the road, there were pavements blocked off, road and pavement works and men spraying words of instruction for the location of telephone wires, gas, etc. Having to go on the roadway to get by was sometimes a little hairy. Little did I know what lay further ahead for me!
Bath Street was blocked off for traffic and pedestrians. So I had to rely on my memory, to work out another route to get to the Canal Street roundabout. From there, I could see the NHS building (I thought I would). Relying on my memory is not a good scenario nowadays! However, my attention to road safety deteriorated, as I came across some wildflowers at the end of another block of student flats being erected building site. The advertising hoarding said; Now being built – available in 2024, 1210 new student flats. Singles doubles and multiple occupation apartments. One to six students per residence or per flat?
Anyway, these flowers were beautiful. During my hobble, I stopped many times to look at nature’s plants forcing their way out through wasteland, cement, concrete and paving slabs, but these were special to me. Why? I’ll tell yers… None of the other plants or flowers had bees or wasps near them; these red beauties were snided with them. The same happened with those near the bus depot, which had been demolished and even more student flats were being built there, and the waste area near the island site. I wonder why?
I accidentally took a snap of the shadow of my bulging torso and the trolley. I was about to try and take a photo of some beetle or other that lay there on the pavement, with people walking by, and seemed unconcerned? I took its picture. On Thursday, I got more information about these, and why it was alive but not moving. .Carer Richard, always a font of knowledge, told me they were ‘May Beetles’. The males are born, (May to July) and set about breeding, but only once, then they settle down and die. And I complain about things. The poor little beggars!
Lower Parliament Street I had to corrs over to the right of this photo, as they are building more student flats. (Yes, I know!) Then when I got to the Nottingham Ice Centre. They were building more flats again, a massive block with no details available, and the old bus station has also been earmarked for new student flats. I got to the point where I was sure I’d be able to see the NHS building – But No! The land was now a wasteland, and I could not see through to the building further in the plot. I stopped a chap and explained that with all the roadworks near the London Road island, I could see barriers and limited asses, and wondered if there is another way in for pedestrians. The chap told me, “I’m not from here myself” However, he whipped out his mobile and did a search on something and found out that if I went to the left, first right and right again, I should come to the building I needed, casual mentioning to help me follow the route, that it was next to some student flats being built. I thanked him profusely and hobbled off with my 3-wheeled walker on the agreed route. I was longer than I thought it would be, by the time I got there, the feet and toes were well aching.
I wearily got inside, and up to the receptionist. Who, along with all the doctors, had student training with them. Logged in and sat down in one of the few unoccupied seats as instructed. Within minutes, I was called to an assessment office, DR and student within. The chap in charge was pleasant. Took my details and told me to go back to a seat and someone from the surgeries would call me; it may be a two to three hours wait. No matter what I thought, I’ll do my crossword book… then I remembered what I’d forgotten to take with me! Tsk!
I was fighting not to fall asleep, because all the people called in while I was waiting, I hadn’t heard s single name they called out. A female came after about an hour and a half, and when she I did my usual of tipping my head to point the better of ears at them. She smiled and took me through to a room with a doctor and a student inside. The chap was also pleasant and went into detail about my ailments. falls, and the causes, which he assumed was the big fall I had last Friday. They gave me a prescription for some antibiotics, warning me that they will start working, but not on the pain for a day or two, as they are extra strong, and assured me they would start to ease things for me.
He got a wheelchair, and the student pushed me to the X-ray room for a check to see if any of the three brown toes had been broken. None had. I was student-pushed back in the wheelchair (catching my wound on the edge of a doorway) to the first room, and we had a few words, which for some reason I cannot recall or even guess at, now I’m typing this.
A contented Inchie makes his way to the chemist to have his prescription filled. Unaware of what will happen, en route!
At the end of the access road, it was blocked off to pedestrians where the new Student Flats are being built. So this meant a marathon diversion for him and Willie, his Three-Wheeled-Walker. Up London Road…Where the uneven-broken pavement nearly had Willie and Inchie over a couple of times.
To the traffic lights, over the road and down Station Street, which was ever taking him further away from his targeted Boot’s Chemist! The old shopping centre was now demolished in Auf Weidersehen style. A walk through gay to the left of the picture led me through to where Woolworths once was, on Chapel Bar. Every closed-down shop, and there are dozens of them, had several rough sleepers, asking for cash. I felt uncomfortable about this, as I know of some people who make a living doing this, then go home in the morning – one of them is sadly in my family! He makes a lot of dosh, even more now; he’d moved to London to do it and lives in a hotel or youth hostel when not scrounging. His baby face helps him, I think.
Maid Marion Way. More flats were being started for 500 being built! Next to one with 240 already built. Down to the Slab Square, a once restful, peaceful, pleasant pacifistic, phlegmatic place, of contentment.. It’s not so busy nowadays, with all the murders, muggings, gang fights, Escooters, yobboes and closed shops. Although the mortgage needed to use coffee shops still do a roaring trade. The unemployed use them a lot. King Street, or is it Queen Street? With the regulation, food delivery cyclist is driving up the one-way (Down) street. Traffic on Upper Parliament Street is busy. I got up on Upper Parliament Street, feeling a tad drained. Made my way to the nearly bankrupt Victoria Centre, and the Boots Chemist shop appears when I got inside to be getting ready for closing when I got in. Big gaps on the shelves. Getting the prescription made up,. (It will save a carer having to fetch it, and as I was in town anyway.)
As I left the store, I thought I’d nip in the Poundland Store to see if they had some of the Worcester sauce chip thingies in stock. They did, but only two packets left, so I got them. Over the road and to the number 40 bus stop. To my delight, Carer Chris tapped my shoulder. He was on his way into work, and helped me on and off the bus, so that was nice and welcome. He also kept steadying me each time I was thrown around as the bus braked, went over speed humps or around corners. I told him about how well the visit to the NHS centre had gone. Tired, early, in pain, yes! But feeling much better all around. For getting out again, and meeting someone I could talk to on the home trip. Nice!
Chris shot off to get to work. I poddled in and up to the flat. I think the first thing I did was empty the catheter bag again, put the kettle on, and took one of the 4-a-day Antiseptic tablets. No, that’s not right, erm… antibiotic tablet.
Penicillin, it said on the box. Then decided that sleep would be a grand idea, so after the Carer calls, I’ll try to nod off until the 22:00hrs Carer calls to medicate and put the night pouch on for me… then enjoy some proper sleep. That’s the plan, anyway!
Then I took a close look at the inflammation on the ankle and toes, I was pleased, not with the pain, but the swelling going down already? Can’t be that quick? After one capsule? I may not be seeing so well, but I can check this photo in the morning. Mind you, the good Doctor did tell me they would have no effect on the pain for 48 hours. So, no complaints, I have, after all, been doing some walking this week.
I bet it’ll be easier in the morning, or, tomorrow night.
Now, I’d better get a meal made up. What a feast! Of course, with the hobbling most of the day, I suppose I’m going to be hungrier than normal? Flavour Rating: 8.8/10.
I nodded of while trying to watch ‘Heartbeat’ yet again! Woken by Carer Chris calling, around 22:00hrs. He seemed as pleased as I was at the meeting up earlier. He soon got the eye drops in. Then the medicationing. Followed by the eye drops were done. As Chris was filling in the paperwork, he moved the curtain, and I saw the sunset. I mentioned that I would have liked to have photographed the lovely-looking sun on its way down, but was just too tired to. He grabbed the camera and took these shots from the balcony for me. A nice wide shot. Then a glorious close-up for me. He then attached the night bag to , and said his farewells. Bless him!.
I later found this sign of Nottingham traffic chaos, up the road from the flat, on Mapperley Plains Woodborough Road. . Just thought you might like to know it’s not only where you live. Hahaha!
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By the time I got the pouch off, it looked much redder?
The ankle looked much better…But it wasn’t! Humph!
Off to the . It took a while, but I did the crossword. Had a closer look at the situation with the toes.
Morning kitchen view. The house being done up showed no signs of progress externally.
J Sainsbury’s delivery arrived. See the eyes in these two bags? Pareidoliaing again!
Collected the bags from the hallway. (Terrible pains from the left hip). Strawberries for the carers, bread and rolls to go on the fridge. Well, not the two sourdough ones; I’ll have them today sometime, with tons of vegan butter in them. Mmm!. Maybe the Bartlett tatties with garlic, too. Franks for Carer Chris, fresh pod peas and shelled peas; I didn’t mean to order both… but at least I can tell the community nurse that I am peeing better? Hahaha! Cupboard fodder. Vegan Cookies for Carer Kara, Porridge for Carer Sam, and almond chocolate for me.
I got some 247 kitchen towels, but I’ve been unable to get them lately. I hope they have not changed the size of them.
NOT WELL AT ALL: The next hours, and many of them, I was in such pain with the left hip, the mystery ankle ulcer and my toes, I just took extra painkillers, and fell asleep. Waking up only when the carers called.
Eventually, I just had to rise, the hip and ankle blazing away painfully – to make a meal. It should have tasted great… it had all the ingredients that I usually enjoy, nothing I’d not had and linked in the past… Horrible! 2.2/10 Taste rating! And that was for the well-buttered sourdough bread rolls! I didn’t even enjoy my first pod peas of the season, in the slightest; foul, they were? You don’t think that have got financially involved in farming, do you? Damned scary thought that!
After doing the tests, I put them in the Excel graph thingummy; Then, I got this unnecessary brainwave to alter the layout to include the day. I really should have known I was going to make a right mess of it! It’s so long since I did any serious work on Excel; remembering how to do this and that, was like starting afresh again! It took me over two hours to get the thing done, and then I still need to titivate it some more to get it how I wanted it. Note to self: If it works, leave it alone!
Inchie Wakes up. Singing out loud, 🎼”Oh, What a Beautiful Morning…”🎼. Then leaping up to do a few hundred toe-touches and press-ups. He spent a minute or two shadowboxing, and then he drank a glass of carrot juice & balsamic vinegar. He rang the Prime Minister on his red phone, offering some suggestions and advice. Wrote a 44-verse concerto for the violin, and took his Energy Pills… Back to reality…
05:20hrs: As I woke, reluctantly, the pleasure of no pains coming from, , , or . : Of course, within seconds, it changed. My foot slipped off of the chair it was lying on, and the following clunk on the floor started the wound bleeding and gave me a spot of pain. Naturally, I just laughed it off…
By the time I’d struggled up to catch my balance and had grabbed my , I’d knocked the bottles off of the ottoman, and . The day continued in a similar fashion, I fear.
The cruel & deliberately intentionally incompetent owned & destroyed for ulterior reasons, which are all in the name of number-crunching by designs in increasing their ranking in the World List at the top of the ; Continued in their regular, sod-the-customers fashion and went down many times during the day again. Master-Frustrationalists are .
: I managed to take the photo of the night bag upside down. Of course, it could happen to anyone. Like forgetting to put the SD card back in the camera, and getting ready to take a shot and finding out then! I think this may be why all my photographs disappeared into the ether? The leg wound on the ulcer was still stinging, but that was because the leg had dropped off of the chair. It could happen to anyone, though! Mmm! I took a look at the left leg’s multitude of sort of . They were losing some water, but at least it was not gunging this time. Just water looking fluid. On one of Liberty-Global, Virgin Media blackouts that lasted longer than usual – never thought I’d have to say that… . I sorted some bins out, and doing the carers desk one (above) affected the right hand & arm. Resulting in a mess that needed cleaning up in the picture. During this, I gave myself another pained. And, this time. just to make it even more harrowing; right on the
Early morning view from the kitchenette window. As you look at this snap of hidden-drug-growing attics in the houses, the sun breaks through from the rear left. In the afternoon, as a few drops of rain fell, and the clouds took command of the view – darkness came over Sherwood. Minutes late the sunshine was back and the clouds all cleared! I did take a snap of this… but as part of the mysteries of Woodthorpe Court, with the hobgoblins, spectres, gnomai, phantasms, grotesque succubae, Whoopsiedangleplops, ailments, extraterrestrials, ectoplasms, spirits, Accifauxpas, rent increases, food price hikes, and the Fata Morganas, that have been sent to taunt, irritate and terminate my already limited saneness of mind? Just thought I’d mention it!. Between the failures of $26 million salaried Mr Fries’s inability to run an internet service that works, he still buys up all, or invests in so many other internet companies, Worldwide? Proving to me, that obviously, they’re intent on becoming the leading financial leaders, the richest, the superior oligarchy company ever. With ulterior motives naturally; confused me at first why they are destroying previously reliable companies after buying them up for billions of dollars? Their answers to your problems are usually to try to sell you another package, but never explain how to get your old one working with a modicum of success, let alone properly. For some poor sod like me, all I get is email addresses and telephone numbers to call to get advice on your problems. They have been informers of my ailment preventing my carrying out these puzzling confusing loads of tosh; &. Again, while I have the time; while waiting for the internet to come back on, I just thought I’d mention it!
Pareidolian’s Delights!
I can find a chicken’s head, a snake’s head, and a frog or toad in these amazing afternoon shots – well the one above! . Two more heads in this one, or are they airliner cabins? .. Amazing formations! . A wider shot: It seems to change the more I look at this one. Mind you with the combination of Gladys Glaucoma, Saccades, Protanopia Paul and the aborted Cataract Katie operation, I may be seeing things that no one else can… or can’t see things that everyone else can?
It’s getting late now. The ailments witching hour has started. The leg ulcer is getting tender again and inflamed a smidge. The right foot is swelling up. And my poor little Inchies is bleeding a bit. The weariness is coming on, too. So, I went off the computer and made myself a meal.
Opened a can of five-bean soup with some added tomatoes, I added just a little borscht and vinegar. Roast potato cubes.. a lot of them. And three ready-sliced wholemeal cobs to go with it. No dessert this time, I forgot! Bootiful! It tasted grand. A taste rating of 7.9/10 was given. I fell asleep in the recliner as I was trying to watch a Heartbeat episode. Nothing new there then!
As for what took place afterwards… Your guess is as good as mine! Hehehe!
I had a dream, well, a nightmare. Just thought I’d mention it!
04:30hrs: I dragged my ailment-ridden, Neurotransmitter-Failing body from the comfort… well, okay, skip that bit… from the depths of my nocturnal-protector, the c1968, non-operational, tatty, scruffy, unkempt, uncomfortable, germ-breeding, Harold Haemorrhoid-Testing, sickenly beige-coloured recliner. Removed the night bag with some difficulty, from my . The colouring, using the NHS chart guide, was number five. I’ve had it a lot worse.
I didn’t enjoy my morning visit to the wet room, particularly the visit. had withdrawn from his battle for control of my evacuation’s constitution with … Who celebrated by offering torpedoes that disintegrated as they shot out of the rear end and splattered into the bowl and water, distributing a messy, sickeningly-clingy, foul-ponging, puke-producing aroma.And to think that I was in there two days ago for over an hour, desperately trying to encourage the cement-like, clunking against the porcelain, torpedoes that eventually, painfully escaped. Yet both modes produced some bleeding from ?
The morning Carer arrived, and I had a look at the leg wounds suggesting I get to the hospital with them. I explained, well, I can’t get to the hospital without the legs. Haha! Brought a smile and laugh that did!
Tea and bikkies time… and why is this so? Yes, the World Wide loose money manipulators, struck again! While their facade, overlay, giving an aimed at the money-markets, veneer of professionalism, respectability, integrity and probity. They have bought up or invested in hundreds of internet and mobile phone companies… But why? They have no idea how to run them? Or treat customers? As I have mentioned before, this oligarchal smoke & mirrors , has to have an ulterior motive for spending billions of dollars to buy out, or invest in just about every other national competitor there is? To such a point, that their crap service is of no bother to them at all. Anyone (customer) leaving Virgin Media will have to go with another company that is almost guaranteed to be owned or part owned by !Hello, it’s come back online! It went off I’d guess, I didn’t keep a record of it today, about eleven times minimum, as I know of. I did keep a record of each time they caused me to lose work and had to do it again, and that was eleven. Pure jealously you see: about Fires F’ing things up for me and getting paid a $26 million salary, a guaranteed bonus in shares, and an open-ended expense account. And here they are, cocking my life and love (blogging) up… with me in trouble with the bank account, that is a little short of Fries and the other oligarchs, without a doubt. But I don’t mind really… well, I do mind, but it’ll only add to the extreme pleasure they get for fiddling with honest people, overcharging for a shockingly inept internet connection, growing ever-more better off… I wish it was me doing it! Why? I’m not sure…
On the seventh failure of the profit-addicted oligarchs from . I then sorted out the laundry bag. It didn’t take me long. Then did some preparations for an early meal, later. came back online… it does that sometimes. I opened the email and was so appreciative to find that carer who took photos of the wounded legs for me, had sent them to me; bless her cotton socks, that was so kind of her. Think it was Saturday when she took them.
The top one was where the bottle of soda water I dropped had hit the leg ulcer on its way down, before hitting the ingrowing toenail on the left foot.
The second one down, was of the same area, from another angle.
She’s a natural when it comes to photographicalisationing, is she not? No messing she took them on her mobile phone within a minute I think, every one of them is a work of art… Which gives an idea, I wonder if the Tate Gallery might be interested in buying them? Hehehe!
An interesting one next down. It is the largest one of all the . Today, a sort of gel was creeping out, instead of the usual thin liquid? Looks like I’ve got hundreds of tiny tattoos?
It was on the inner ankle of the left foot.
The gal then took two quick snaps of the new underneath-the-skin blood patches that had developed overnight.
They are very pretty; shame about them being painful, though. Then the new growths around the toes. The centre three toes were still warped shape, and varied between blue and brown colouring?
I took some further pictures of how the leg ailments were looking now. They are not as good as Joannes, but still, they do show some changes; for the better, I think.
Naturally, they were still painful, especially if I catch them against anything, but I took extra care.
The puss that was coming out of the , had reduced greatly. And appeared to be less thick than yesterday, too. In the early evening, the skies offered me an amazing few minutes of joy, an absolute . Each one of the pictures I took! Can you see anything in this first one on the right? I’d love to know what I see is actually in there?
The second, on the left here, was more a sheer delight than anything, just to view it. Marvellous Nature!
Since moving into the high-rise flats, things have not all been good, but the views… can be magnificent. I got the nosh started. The sky changed completely within ten minutes, and the sun; which was on its way down – burst through as the clouds broke up. A bean meal, two minutes in the microwave or five on the hob. Which I chose, so I could stir in some Borscht. That’s why they appear so red. A dollop of BBQ sauce was added; three wholemeal rolls were made into chip sarnies and dunked into the sauce. Grrreat! Flavour-Rating: 8.8/10!
The sky and weather had changed by the time I went to get the pots washed!
I took this bad photograph
quickly, as rang out as the last Carer arrived. It was Richard; not seen him for a while. He said I should see the doctor about the legs and feet. I explained that Kara had rang the doctor, who said if it get worse, go to the Treatment Centre. We had a little natter, and off he went saying he’ll be back in the morning Toucn of the Clint Eastwoods there, Hahaha! Oh, no, that was Arnie, wasn’t it?
I shall now retire Not from work I that 28 years ago! But to my second-hand, £300, charity shop bought, crumb-retaining, microorganism-microbe producing, gungy, moth-eaten, beige-coloured, non-working, bacillus encouraging, incommodious, Haemorrhoid Harold testing, c1968 recliner. In search of sleep.
I burst into life with a jolt, inane muttering coming from my mouth; I must have been in the middle of a dream? I detached the night bag from . Decent-coloured urine this morning. The need to use the arose, and so did I from 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, caught my balance, grabbed , and off to the wet room. The evacuation session was completely different this time. in complete charge. Messy!
A stand-up job. Bleeding aplenty from various departments during the washing-up, of my magnificent, muscular, firm, women-attracting body. Where from? I’ll tell yers: Teeth and gums, nose, chin, neck, head and of course the regulars, , and poor old . Oh, naturally from the inserted tube. The took me half as long again as the flipping wash & brush-up did. Ten minutes on the computer, and… And, these oligarchs, heroic internet blockers who claim this: “Liberty Global is a world leader in converged broadband, video and mobile communications and an active investor in cutting-edge infrastructure, content and technology ventures” – Financially they may be, but the service is crap!
Within five hours it had been down nine times! (And more followed!) By the end of the day, the smoke & mirrors money fanatics had failed me no less than 22 times! I really must say, My hatred for them grows!
I tried for ages to get a hold of neighbour Josie, to give her some coffees and a pink G&T. I sensed she was in, but it took me six tries… which was something to do each time that $26 million salaried boss Herr Fries led and owned companies internet failed, again and again!
Domestic Denise called. Shocked at the state of my leg. I think she mentioned it to Carer Kara, who called in quickly to check on my leg wound. Creamed it for me. I’m worried about going in the taxi tomorrow to the Bank meeting, it is painful, and my wearing trousers are bound to hurt more. Poor thing, Hehe!
Laundry returned.
Something else to do while the Liberty-Global internet is down. I made a brew and had two cookies… oh, three!
While a carer was here, ILC (Independent Living Coordinator) Generaloberstess, Ice skating champion, florist and Warden Julie came in. I’m not certain what took place but think it was about ordering a lift with for 21 July for the EENT Hospital. Kara spoke but, I didn’t catch it all; bad timing with my old ear wax crackling again.
Back on the computer…
Ad an early meal, just a small one. Sarnies, tomatoes and beetroot. Nice!
Not sure why or when I took this one. From the computer desk through the balcony.
Carer Chris did the last two calls. Asked him not to put the night bag on, I’ll do it, cause going into the kitchen to make a meal with tube and bag to carry along with a walking stick, is too risky in my state. Mind you, there is always the chance of , , or maybe even a kicking off when I bend, so there is no winning either way. Hehe!
Well, fancy that, I’ve not had two meals in a day for a year or so. I good sign, mayhap; or not?
Then, washed the pots and… took a shot of the end car park as it was beginning to darken a little. We can’t have had much rain lately; the mudslide from Woodthorpe Grange Park was noticeable by its absence!
Waking up to the flashing light from the TV screen, which did the cataract no good. I went to check the kitchen and wet room for anything left on or off that shouldn’t be. The amazing blue hue of the night.
