First things: Escaped the £300, second-hand, c1968, cringingly-beige-coloured, not-working, rickety recliner. Balance exercises, then…
This sad photo was taken from the kitchenette window. Supposedly, a close-up of Cavendish Avenue. Then, I tried to get a decent view of the horizon
Consistent!
Had a mug of J.S. red label Ex-Strong tea
arrived. No socks or strappings were needed, as I intended to get a shower later. But this didn’t happen. Humph! I asked the lad if he could help me with assembling of the table. Negative response. But I still gave him his treats, as usual. Bless him!
Bit of a change here…
Catching up with the blog for Friday. For about three hours of error-ridden writing.
Visit four: Another variation on an old theme.
Another attempt at a decent photo as it got lighter.
I nearly got caught out when the day punch suddenly filled up again. A little dark, still, too.
Hours later, I nipped out on the balcony to view the end car par mudslide. Shrinking back again. It might be gone soon if we do not get any more rain, perhaps?
Called. We had a little natter and treat sharing. No painkillers are needed.
Then, I decided to make an early meal. Surimi sticks, tomatoes, beetroot, chips, cobs, with a side of Chop sauce. Not bad at all.
Slurped! Ice cream followed.
I was drained, and I put the computer in ‘sleep mode’ and fell blissfully asleep… for five minutes or so. Tormenting, teasing dreams that even I could barely understand flowed for a couple of hours or more. Constantly bursting awake… Yet seemed to go back to sleep immediately? It was as if I wanted, needed, I had to, involuntarily, get back to the nightmares. Oddest few hours mentally than I’ve had for weeks! I’m certain that I was talking to myself all the way through! The need for yet another visit to the Throne was welcomed. Bad as it was, it broke my determination to try to get back to the mental turmoil of sleep. How messy… but welcome?
Late sunset photos were taken. Lovely shade on view. Tried a little closer. Then, to the left slightly.
Carer arrived; I was out of reality; I could not even remember who called. I found a set of Health Check figures in the morning, so I must have taken his B.P. I think it may have been Victor or Israel? I’ll publish the latest in the morning.
Hunger Again – I’m eating far too much lately! Frustration? – Depression? – FND? Naughty!
Then, five minutes afterwards… Didn’t want to flush away?
Through balcony from in flat. Same shot without flash on.
Checked WC, and I forced the evacuated product to disappear this time.
. called, sorted the meds, and got the leg and ankle strappings fitted.
Two shots from the kitchen. Not very good ones… again!
Ocado arrived. Thompson’s Teas, favourite biscuits, mushroom risotto, and a pot of bicarinate of soda. Microwave cooking pot, chips, potato cakes, surinami sticks. And some M&S ready-prepared Scallops! Beetroot, sauces, soda water, and crab! Somehow I got them in the fridge.
End car park mudslide shrivelling!
From inside the balcony. Not much rain today.
I think they must have lasted on and off for three hours or maybe more. I sort of returned to reality in actuality, and was taking the cooked scallops out of the oven, with Carer Chris, in the other room on his mobile. I sat down to eat the scallops on their own. I’d eaten all bar four of them and remembered to take a photograph for the blog. My limited conversation with Chris is a little vague. They tasted alright.
Washed the pots and put the TV on, The Vicar of Dibley was showing. When I remembered that Carer Sam had called earlier. I’m sure I mentioned my problem with the finances and direct debits, maybe told her about the text messages and emails from the bank, concerned about my financial status. Asking me to contact them. I need to arrange for to go with me as she is the appointed go-between with the bank. For her to call them to make an appointment and arrange lifts for me, for when she will be available to help me. I assume this was spoken about, but… maybe not?
The last Carer Call was by Carer Chris. I was with it when he arrived this time. I took this snap of him, giving me the ‘Glare’ expression with a lingering smile in there somewhere. Haha!
Late-night shots.
I think I may have used this one before? Being a clog-head has its advantages. It’s just that I’ve not found them yet!
My body decided I needed a meal, so I made one.
Not all that good, but I’ve made worse ones over the many Antagonistic, Fearful, Depressed, Angsty, Anxious, Accifauxpas-ridden, Failure-infested, Lonely, Mentally Festering, and Medically Monsooned last few years. Don’t I sound cheerful? Hehehe!
Amalgamated the waste bins. Amalgamated, I like that word. Hehe!
And.
Legs creamed. Whoever mopped the floor last had put the mop away without washing it. So, (No cleaner this week, holidays?) I washed it and then tried to mop the floor a bit… Part-way through. Stung, then gave way. I pulled my back as I grabbed for the handrail, and that was the end of my mopping-up session. Then, I made sure of that. Got the new PPs on. After a struggle and a little foul language
Put some thick-skinned red potatoes in the crock-pot. Plan to have these later, with the smoked haddock and some garden peas. We’ll see how it goes. My EQ is telling me it will be messy for some reason? He’s rarely wrong.
Got the diabetic socks and leg straps on. He did a decent job of it. I asked him to take the laundry down for me, please.
I got the computer on, hoping to update yesterday’s blog without too many complications.
The JS order that was meant for next week arrived. I am worried about my constant cock-ups! Treats galore! The smoked haddock was the star of the delivery. I hope to follow Sister Jane and Neighbour Jenny’s instructions and make a decent meal with it. Why did I get Pickling vinegar? What did I think I was ordering? Has , along with finally taken over my brain? I just wondered. The fridge was near bursting point. (Wait until tomorrow?) Topped up the Nurses & Carers Treats shelves.
The smoked Haddock pack. The bottom of the smoked Haddock pack. Made this above to see the instructions clearly.
Pressed on with the blogging.
Trip number two.
Taken through the balcony windows.
Pressed on with the blogging. Well... I say blogging is more like correcting grammatical mistakes and fixing my corrections later. If you see what I mean?
I was surprised later to see how the mudslide was so big. I’m sure that we had less rain today.
I got the oven heating up and consulted my notes on cooking the haddock meal before starting on it… and a problem of sorts arose! I thought I’d got a roll of Asda Kitchen Foil out, and when I opened it up to judge the size needed for the haddock bits to go into… I observed it was, indeed, called not foil, but ‘baking parchment’? One side seemed to be foil, and the other was like brown paper? Which way around am I supposed to use it to wrap the fish? It was getting late now, but I tried ringing neighbour & friend Jenny and Sister Jane for advice on this cooking issue. But could not get through to either. So, decided to wrap it with the foil on the inside. I prepared everything and spotted a chimney fire through the window… Out came . They were not very good attempts, were they? Tsk!
I reconcentrated on cooking the meal. The fish needed 15 minutes in the oven, the potatoes needed to be taken out of the slow cooker and sliced, and the peas in the saucepan could go onto the plate. I’d been hoping but looking forward to this nosh since the delivery arrived. I put the dishes in the sink to soak as I went along. And Wallah! Got it served!
The fish might have been a smidge undercooked, but it was good enough for me. The lemon juice and butter came through in the taste. Two minutes into the eating… The landline burst forth. It was neighbour Jenny ringing back, cause she missed my earlier call. I wanted to get back to the meal but quickly asked her about the Baking, not aluminium foil. She’d never heard of it before. Bless her for ringing back. Back to the meal. Another two minutes later… The landline burst forth. It was Sister Jane ringing back, cause she missed my earlier call. I wanted to get back to the meal but quickly asked her about the Baking, not aluminium foil. She’s never heard of it. Then gave me instructions on how to cook the haddock. A little late, mind. Hahaha! Bless her for ringing back, too. The meal was as good as cold when I got back to it. Oddly, I still enjoyed it, even if not hot. Hehe!
Was the main hassle today. he spent most of the time off in the ether, far away. But, what do I know? A close second was persistent , a frequent visitor, who ruined so many of my plans and hopes of any chance of improvement in mental health. He didn’t linger for long, but he did so often. Repeatedly, with a dogged determination to depress me more. I was mentally up and down like a yo-yo all day and night. I think that must have gone into coalition, and made a cunning deal, or agreement, with nightly , to have a go at me nocturnally too. I certainly woke up in an unaccountably niggly, self-hating mood. Still, not much detail, but I’ll press on…
A smidge dark.
Late morning sky, 04:30hrs. Late morning sky, 04:32hrs.
. Just when I was going to the wet room to get the ablutions done! I was in such low spirits, that I pressed on and got the shaving done first, fetching, having to struggle carrying hot water from the kitchen in the kettle and saucepan, and back again several times. Humph! It didn’t bother me in the slightest. . . A couple of cuts shaving. One bled badly. Had to clean up the haemoglobin on the sink & floor!
Carer Chris arrived and got the diabetic socks, and leg straps, on for me, and meds were given.
I recall calling later on, and she helped me sort something out I think, but I have no idea what it was. It might come back. (So might World Peace!) The missing laundry has not been returned.
Chimed out, and off to the door I hobbled. No one there? Another of the Mysteries of Woodthorpe Court, with the hobgoblins, spectres, gnomai, phantasms, ghosts, the grotesque succubae, extraterrestrials, ectoplasms, spirits, or the Fata Morganas, that have been sent to taunt, irritate and terminate my already delicate state of mind?
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – The FND symptoms were worse today, Reflux Roger with the airway,
Hassle from Catheter Cathy,
Glaucoma Gladys, hard to see!
Again, no one telephoned me,
Puerility, self-hostility, and humility,
More Whoopsiedangleploppery,
Inchys Fungal Lesion bloody…
The lapsing muddy memory,
Help from Joanne & Marie…
They were searching for my lost laundry,
The laundry location? Another mystery…
My mind & body mode? Inadequacy!
I had moments of feeling lonely!
A Thought Storming Steve, argie-bargie,
Life’s inadequacy, inarticulacy, indeterminacy,
Talking of me having a Zimmer yesterday?
I wonder if I could manage a Segway? – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – Up late this morning, and still only got 5 hours kip.
Great healthy colouring!
A blurry first photo.
Later and lighter. With the moon lingering?
Brew and computering.
For the next three hours, yet bits I recall very well. Carer Marie arrived and helped me search the flat for the missing laundry bag that I felt had not yet been returned. No luck. And Marie and Joanne returned, on their tea breaks, to give the flat a good rummage looking for the bag. Bless them! No signs.
Fatigued and confused, I stopped blogging and made a meal. Recall taking a photo of it, but it didn’t make it to the SD card. 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?
Washed the pots. And took three snaps of the stainless, yes, I said rainless view on offer from the kitchen window. Hehehe! To the left. The suspected cannabis growers dwellings. Straight ahead. Showing the house that had been having improvements done now for about eight months on their roof extensions. A rare sight to see any workers working, but one saw one today.
To the right, behind the beautiful tree copse.
Carer Victor did the last two calls. I took his Health Checks on the next to last call.
A confusing day. Mind Blanks, drifting off into sleep, even when on the computer. I’d had the longest unbroken sleep for ages, yet this did nothing to curb the drooping eyes, lack of concentration and endless run of depression bouts, varying between a few minutes, and hours. I have been nibbling all day long, never eaten so much in a day for many a month. Generally feeling fatigued without cause or reason.
0400hrs; Woke up, and just laid there, almost unthinkingly, in the itch-creating, bruise-giving, catheter-tube-tugging, crumb-decorated from my nocturnal nibblings, God-awfully uncomfortable, cringingly-grotty, no longer working, dirty beige recliner, anti-sleep designed, c1966, second-hand bought for £300, ten years ago from the charity shop. Four what must have been an hour or so. Joined by , which I don’t think bothered me too much at the time. It felt like having a video playing repetitively in my head, over several mistakes and bad options I’d taken many years ago. I surrendered any resistance, considering myself worthy of the self-lambasting verbal flow.
A good shade this morning.
Three early morning views. The high moon in the amazingly light sky.
When I got back to the kitchen, the sky seemed to have gotten a lot, very grown much darker? Or, did I set wrongly? Closer up. Even closer.
Not sure why I took this one.
I mosied along to the computer and got myself in a pickle, as I made so many errors, unfelt key depressions, and ended up having to close each open programme, and restart, in the hopes of getting the keyboard that I’d some-buggered up. Miraculously, when I rebooted it was working again.
This temporarily cheered me up.
I went out on the balcony to try and take a shot of the end car park, now seemingly permanent mudslide.
A pad patch here. Two hours at least. I’d just become aware of things, and a new Carer Called. I hope she does again, too. , a lovely gal. She introduced herself, and got the leg strappings on, and sorted the medications for me.
Well, blanks, really. Several over about an hour
I can recall taking this shot. I was in a depression at the time; the keyboard was playing up again… or maybe was, or both of us?
A Carer called, who and when I’m not certain. But after she or he had been, I deflated spiritually and physically. The computer turned off, and I got an early meal made. I swear I thought I’d taken two photos of that meal, recalling that the first one was so bad, that I took another one. But much, much later, hours later, after my failed attempts at sleeping or watching TV, when I got around to putting the photographs on the blog, it was on the card. Yet, the photo of the ice cream I had for desserts, was there on the SD card? !
The attempt to get to sleep failed. So, I tried watching TV. That failed and became so annoying, I got all agitated with myself. I get have few nodding-offs of a minute or so. No phone calls came in all day. Which is not unusual, but this brought on another depression and bouts of self-pity. I am having a bad day. Cheered when I had an Email from HRH Lisa. ♥
I literally sat there afterwards, with the TV pointlessly on, not being controllable, as, indeed, my mind was in a similar position, hazy.
I decided to get back on the computer again and I might as well stay up to get some New Year fireworks shots taken. But my confidence in getting any is minimal, to say the least. But I’ll try, but will I cope with falling asleep and missing them… or the shots coming out badly? Which is likely, as I type this, my old friend is kicking off, and not showing any signs of stopping yet.
Pressed on with this blog, to get as much done as I can before the planned fireworks photographicalisationing begins. If I don’t fall asleep! I didn’t. I think I was doing graphics for the blogs for a couple of hours, but it was going excruciatingly slow. The late Carer removed the ankle and leg strappings and ointmentated the lower legs. They were not painful at all during the day but started itching away on removal. Resisting scratching was a hard job. Hehe! However, they were a lot better than they had been lately, so a positive at last. The only pain was from the ingrowing toenail toe, that I proceeded to make worse by stubbing it on the £300 second-hand shop bought, c1966. moth-eaten, bedraggled, grotty, cringingly-beige-coloured, much-dilapidated, crumb-containing from my nocturnal nibblings, bug-ridden, itch-inspiring, not working recliner leg. It seems to be going a darker colour and bent more now?
Around 23:00hrs, I tried to take a decent shot of the end car park mudslide; you can just make it out.
The time (midnight) came for me to attempt to take the New Year fireworks photos from the kitchen window. Unbelievably bad shots they were too!
For a New Year, suitably so, Artistic, but not a Gainsborough, Showing a hint of fe-fi-fo?
As into the New Year, we flow… As a sage, these things I know,
Sunak Rishi will have to go… A defeated Tory will whistle-blow! The little boats will exceedingly grow… For Starmer, a coming body blow! He will become a confused Pinocchio, World War instigated via Moscow,
President Xi Jinping, China, also!
Arms Oligarchs’ wealth, will overflow,
The West will lose its limited Mojo,
Europe will ban alcohol & tobacco…
Legalise Cocaine, & Heroin, taxed though,
Then replace football with Subutteo, Europe will become the last Alamo, The smaller free word, ran by the Mafioso! Of course, this is all rubbish – Cheerio!
Another bite to eat. Two slices of plain bread, with one… Gorgeous early morning supper!
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – A bad day i Zn just one way. Memory Blanks. What the heck I’d been doing for nearly four hours, remains a mystery. Other than taking photographs which were all taken without the SD card in the camera, I remember the internet going down… well, the Google Browser, I think. Good job I got the extra intro items done before the blackouts. So any blank spaces are because the memory is blank. Sorry, but I can recall some of the earlier stuff… I hope.
Better colour this morning.
Carer Christopher arrived. Leggings and medications
I washed the food containers. Then myself.
Early kitchen view.
Later kitchen view. The rain was back again.
End car park mudslide.
Two hours later, as I was cooking the meal, I realised I’d lost endless photos by not seeing the warning on Kodak Tim. Huh! New batteries were put in, and finished making the meal, then photographed it. Tomatoes with extra passata with basil. Misshaped bits of bacon and soy mini sausages.
Google went to pot, windows with moving and flashing numbers next to each line that I couldn’t understand anyway. I thought I’d photograph it in case someone can tell me. Froze eventually.
I gave up, turned everything off and put the TV on.
Fell asleep for two hours.
Tried the computer again, but no-go!
Carer Joanne arrived with another gal. We had a laugh, although I had to force it a little.
Getting dark now, I gave it a go on the computer, and by Jimminee, it was working? So I got on with this blog while I could. But just when I thought things were getting better, an unexpected drainage of willpower, contention and interest hit me. I just turned off and sat down in a weary mind full of haze and confusion. Not good this.
I had to take off my nocturnal pouch in the night. I’d forgotten to ask the Carer to empty the day bag before attaching the might pouch, and the bag was getting too full and rather painful in the bladder area. Ruined my sleep as well with having to get it taken off. 05:00hrs: Hence, the colour of the urine when I got up in the day bag, was far too deep. Humph!
Meandered into the kitchenette, got the kettle on, and tried for a change, to take a decent morning photograph. They were of my usual standard – rubbish!
Made up a waste bag from the others, and as I placed it near the front door, I had to hasten… well, hobble swiftly to the wet room for the morning session. Gorblimey, that was messy again!
I attempted to take a Kodak Tim shot worthy of presenting in this marvellous, entertaining, fascinating Daily Inchy Today blog. (Ahem!) The first one wasn’t… The second is even worse. But the sky came out alright.
Carer Christopher arrived. I mentioned my forgetting to ask him to empty the day bag last night before attaching the night pouch. He did a good job in getting the leg strappings on for me. Medicated too.
Got on the computer and confused myself as I lost concentration and somehow started doing different tasks at the same time – and lost track of what I was doing. I’m doing this more often lately.
Hence my disappointment at not speaking with the Doctor, the Cognitive Impairment Psychotherapist, on Thursday. I wanted to speak with someone who understood and may have been able to give some advice or guidance to me… But, No!
The needed emptying. Still looking too dark to me. I drank more
Carer Dochal (I think) arrived. Medications, check on the lifeline check was done.
Back on the computer trying to sort out where I was before. Sister Jane rang me. Said she’d given me her new address in with her Christmas Card. She’ll email it to me as well. I emailed it to Obergruppenfurheress Warden Deana later on, for the record.
Back on the Computer… and the door chime rang out. It was a delivery of the table I’d ordered. I’m hoping that it will fit under the chair so I can eat with less chance of spilling, knocking anything or dropping stuff on the floor; curtsey of Shaking Shoulder Shirley, Dizzy Dennis, an involuntary Peripheral Pete Leg Dance, Reflux Roger, Loss of Balance Belinda, or Colin Cramps. But I fear things are not going to work out. Why? I’ll tell yers! The well-sellotaped box it arrived in, was awfully light. I can imagine myself getting the shakes and knocking the table about with ease and spilling, dropping and swearing a little, maybe, when I use it?
An hour or so later, the pouch was near;y full again! But it did look a ‘lighter shade of pale!’ (Wasn’t that the title of a song back in the day?).
At last, it’s getting lighter outside, too. Well into the afternoon now as well.
Back on the computer. Creating the ode of the day now… But inspiration & concentration is still scarce. Getting dark earlier than ever.
did the next check. I took his Health Checks before he left. Another good one from the lad, a healthy specimen of a Carer. Hehe!
Caught some contrails in the oddly coloured evening sky, with the sunset… It was Bootiful!
Then I set about getting the roast potatoes out of the oven, and into a pan of Chilli Soup with added soy, liquid smoke flavour and Worcester sauce. Flavour Rating: 9.2/10. Gorgeous!
Went to wash the fodder things. How the view had changed from 30mins ago!
I bet you all got this one!
Closed the computer down and went to check that I’d not left the hot water tap (faucet) running. Another change of view.
All ready for Monday yet? Whatever you do, don’t forget… Although I am a simple poet, Take heed of this little odelet, Take care when doing a pirouette, Or backing a 5/1 favourite… Christmas, at home with your poppet, Keep your money in your pocket… Save cash; have a pigeon, no piglet, And send me some money… That will rescue me… Lost my bank card & number, see? I also lost it in 1953… I’ll accept donations, appreciatively, They’ve also turned of my electricity! I’m not seeking pity or sympathy! Just money, by the pound, not penny!
05:25hrs: A modicum of live rewoven, and without delay kicked off. But, from somewhere deep inside, I mustered an attitude that broke his grip for once… I thought something along the lines of, “Why don’t you go away? You pissed up my sleep all night, and now you’re having a go at me during the day. I refuse to let you get at me you thing of questionable parentage!” I’ve rearranged the exact terminology used, but I think you’ll get the idea. And it worked! The colour of the urine in the nocturnal pouch was better this morning.
Bit of a long session today. I spent much more time cleaning up than pooing! I sorted out the mess, and to the main room to have a good drink of the spring water. The first twist of the new bottle of soda water, and the contents were sprayed out, some hitting the ceiling, most of it landing on the chair and quilt, not to mention soaking my dressing gown and legs!
it was the Asda order arriving. chimed from the door buzzer, and the driver put the things into carriers for me, bless him. No rushing, he patiently waited while I took a bag at a time to the kitchen and returned to the door for more. Cleaners in the first bag, were despatched to storage areas. Sounding organised? Basic fodder, potatoes and bread. I’d bought too much bread; there was no room in the freezer for it all. Tsk! But, I gave some away. The freezer was filled to capacity. Lots of nosh, bacon, veggies, chips, and of course, the Asda Lamb & Mutton Burgers that I’ve fallen in love with. No chance of running out of food in the next two food deliveryless weeks ahead. A bit of room left in the fridge, though. Not to fret, tons of canned soups, beans etcetera in the cupboards to have with some of the mass of bread in stock. Two jars of Polish Pork Knuckle in the fridge too. The tomatoes were, unfortunately, Spanish ones. They taste terrible, this time of year. I was hoping they’d send Dutch, but, no luck. A load of treats & nibbles are now available for the Christmas and New Year carers & nurses. Bless ’em all! Arrived as I was clearing up after putting the fodder away. I mentioned my not getting any calls in on the new phone, but I could ring out. Richard got his mobile and got the unknown number message. Then he rang his own phone on my landline, and my new but no one told me I had a new number, for the landline, number came up on his mobile. I think! Good old Richard!
I grafted away on yesterday’s blog. I was doing a decent job, too. Then, Jillie came into the room. Didn’t half make me jump. Hehehe! Lovely to see her again, mostly telling her about the internet, TV and landline problems. Chimed out again. In walked Obergruppenfürheress Warden Deana. Two females within – the excitement was growing. HaHa! But following both voices was difficult and I was getting a smidge confused, but happily. Jillie departed. After insisting, that she takes some treats with her. Handed Deana the flowers from yesterday with some treats. arrived ♥, I was so glad to see her. She really helped me out today, in many a way, I say! Sorted out paperwork that needed shredding and did it for me. Showed me how to record a programme on the new TV. I think I’ve got it now. She set up the TV to record ‘Heartbeat’ for me. ♥ After the gal had departed, I was always sad. Then, I sent an email to those who may want to phone me with the new number. Only Jenny rang me. But it was to tell me she’s tried three times to get through on the new number, and couldn’t! This was depressing news for me. She rang off and tried again, and got through? My first phone call on the new landline. Hurrah! But, no one else had got through. I rang Sister Jane, but she couldn’t. She’ll try again later in the day. I rang the Doctor’s with the new number. Kara rang the earlier and confirmed the lift for the morning to see and return from my visit to see the psychotherapist… Which still amazes me. I mentioned to the lady in the reception at the Audio Clinic, that I could no longer change the tubing on my hearing aids, due to my Peripheral Neuropathy. Explaining that this means my neurotransmitters are dying, and I cannot sense touching things or not; the brain is not getting the messages, or getting the wrong ones. And she booked me an appointment to see the Dementia Psychotherapist, tomorrow. This may prove to be of help to me, I hope, anyway.
After hours of blogging and mistake-making, I stood up to get to the kitchenette in search of a nibble… The day pouch almost fell to my ankles; it was that full. But, I rescued the situation in my usual calm, efficient manner. Well, it didn’t burst anyway!
Time to get a meal sorted out. Bacon bits, tomatoes, passata, liquid sea salt, Milk Roll bread and a banana. Very Nice! Flavour Rating: 8.3/10. After washing the things up, I destroyed three bags of cheesy curls. Hehe!
