– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – 01:25hrs: Porcelain Throne, a wash, a second Throne visit, got the waste bags sorted out. A couple of wee-wees while I was making a brew of Glengettie. Got the Monday blog tackled and did it all the way through (although I anticipate a number of errors and mistakes). Back to the Porcelain Throne again. They were all of a sloppy Trotsky Terence variety and not a lot of it. As I was getting the Health Checks done and making the graph… and I am sure that this would amaze and stun you… But the internet went down!
Difficult to apprehend, I know. A man earning now, $26.8 million a year, plus bonus and shares, who buys Virgin Media from Mr Branson for so many billion. 24 billion, I think it was And can’t even get a service to Nottingham that is even slightly like a reliable service? You have to admire the number-crunching Smoke and Mirrors money manipulator.
Of course, it’ll be mainly jealousy at how much he is earning. And can’t do the job right… innit? Also, he must be a cunningly lucky man. He’ll know the few bosses of Liberty-Global above him, and no doubt fear of his spilling the beans on them ensures that Fries keeps his job? That and the back-handers they must be giving to the financial regulators. Just thought I’d mention it.
I thought the wee-weeing was bad now, but little did I know what was waiting for me overnight!
I got my head down and tried to relax and recuperate. But five hours later, Mr Fries, Liberty-Global, Virgin Media had not returned Internet was not on again.
Slept and woke for an hour, with no interest, and a totally confused brain caused me much misery. At 08:00hrs, Carer Shekiel came. Nice lad, we had a natter, treats in thanks, and he took the waste bags with him.
Noisy neighbour Herbert kicked off with his concerts of noise. At least they were different this time. The usual tap tappings, intermingled with the odd cappella serenade from his drilling tones.
I reluctantly started to fo the Health Checks again Not so good today, back up in the Hypertension-3 Red Zone. The SIA bringing a rather high figure. A shame about that.
Although I did this okayish, my tiredness and weariness returned. And my concentration was all over the place. I turned off the computer and sat down in the £300, second-hand, c1968, charity shop-bought, eyesorely-horrendously grungy coloured, Harold Haemorrhoid-testing, easily-falloutable from, unfit-for-use, not working, recliner. All a part of the mysterious nature of Woodthorpe Court, with the ghosts, wraiths, spectres, cacodemons, apparitions, and other grotesqueries that haunt the hallways and lobbies, searching for Inchcock; to curse with bad luck, create ambiguities, abstrucities, perplexities, misfortunes and botherations, to scare. worry and confuse me!.
My mind was all over the place. I was hoping that ILC (Independent Living Coordinator), Oberstgrüppenfuhreress, Warden and Primo Ballerina, Warden Deana, Or ILC (Independent Living Coordinator) Generaloberstess, Ice skating champion florist and Warden Julie would find the time to get me some help on the ultra confusing instruction from the Mental Status Hospital. Even the address is confusing me. Hazelwood House, ‘The Coppice’, Highbury Hospital, Bulwell, Nottingham.
I spent the rest of the day in the recliner; in fact, I spent 12 hours in the chair. The wee-wees slowly increased in frequency and got more and more painful, with less flowing each time! As I said, no sleep again whatsoever. I felt cold all night, a feeling that someone kept walking over my grave. I made an ode in the morning for the Wednesday blog about this.
At 01:25hrs, I must have had 80 wee-wees! The total passed, would not have finked a tea mug! I started using the WC after this, hoping that it may encourage the rate of flow. It didn’t
Then I suddenly felt the cold more. I took off the jammies and put the dressing gown in the laundry bag. Then bot a thick bobble hat on my head, got a jumper on my torso, and a jacket on top of them. and a thicker pair of trousers on, and some socks… Boy, was that painful!
The rest, indeed even some of this, indeed repeated, I think, on Wednesday’s blog.
Been up all night again! Now I’ve got the computer going again, Josie’s meals need prepping, and I feel I can sleep – ! I was feeling so slow-witted and tired suddenly. Everything is normal then! At least I knew it was the morning this morning. humph!
Light-headed. heavy eye-lidded, and with a new (to me) style of viewpoint, I shall call it ‘Soddumall Sunday’, I pressed on with getting the Health Checks sorted… No wee-wee! No call to the Porcelain Throne, no Dizzy Dennis when I stood up from the computer; I’d been on for about six hours, none-stop… and; I genuinely felt I just wasn’t going to get all hot and bothered about anything! And this was surprising, as I was in some discomfort from the trapping of the already burnt finger. It now has a bruise as well… well, two! I waffled a little there, and I lost the plot; sorry about that. The figures had come down.
I poddled out into the balcony and was greeted by the wind and rain. So, I took these photographicalisations through the window. “I’m no fool!”. Well, I am really…
A few spaces in the Chestnut walk and end car parks this morning, I thought. Slowly it dawned on me that it is still only 01:30hrs.
The Red Van Man just will not give up that illegal parking space he seems to be making his own? Not that it matters, but there were a lot of white vehicles out there today.
I made a brew of Glengettie, and I got on the computer, and a text message came in at about 02:20hrs. By 03:00hrs, I finally found my superlative new mobile phone. Well, my 1970 bought one. I heard the beeping noise when the text came in, but I just could not locate where it was. It had to be close for me to have heard it. I checked all my pockets and got down with the torch to look underneath the Hopewells 1966 broken, with doors hanging off dangerously cabinet, but it had not fallen underneath that. I believe it was and that was the cause of this. As the day progressed, I saw more and more areas of the carpet mainly, that looked like they had water running along them. Looked in the wet room, junk room and kitchen without any success. So I gave up.
Into the kitchen to make another brew of tea, Thompson’s Punjana, this time. Checked the potatoes on the oven to go in Josie’s nosh and took a look out of the window now the rain had stopped. I looked at the balcony and saw the mobile phone lying on the duckboards!.
Got the spuds sliced and put them into the oven
Back to the computer. leaving it every few minutes to make sure the meal is going on alright. I’m going to have to get my head down when … Hello… Cutting this short now. Just got to get some sleep; not feeling well at all. Carer Jozeph arrived.
Split the chillie into two bowls and added potatoes to one of them, and a bit of basil. Can’t see well at all now; what’s going on? The potatoes looked and tasted okay.
Missing stuff off, sorry.
Caught the burnt and bruised finger on the saucepan lid ring. May have swore. Then cleaning the first saucepan, I tore the scab off of the finger. put a plaster on.
Saved some spuds and ate a few
Wee-weeing is back in fashion… not half!
Made up Josie’s meals tray, though it looked okay. Been a grind getting it done today, but felt a smidge smug about my struggles and efforts. Had to be careful taking it out and to Josie’s front door cause I was having a visit from Shaking Shaun and feared dropping the whole caboodle on the floor. Haha! Proudly rang the bell… Five minutes later, I rang it again. No reply. Now I was in a pickle. Worried about if she was poorly.Stayed ringing the bell a few more times in case she was in the shower. Half an hour later, I gave up.
Now how can I sleep now? Fretting over the gal. Has she gone out with her Sister again and not told me?
Now WordPress, Windows CorelDraw or something keeps telling me messages about my being out of space on the computer??? I was pissed off and ridden!
At last, sleep, peace, escape from the fretting and mental nitpicking and panicking… Great!
Kiya, I think, woke me up… it was a foggy memory in the morning; nothing scribbled on the notepad, and no recollectionings either?
I must have drifted off again when Kiya left… So did get some much-needed sleep… I assume!
Yet another sleepless night for the old man! Men’s Day UK as well! If any non-man is interested, I’ll be in all day, should you want to pop over. Oh, never mind then! Hehe!
Just after midnight, I was finishing off the Friday blog, and I decided to make a mug of Glengettie tea and dunk some of the Biscoff caramelised biscuits. Take a break, you know? It didn’t quite work out like that. Nothing unusual in that for me… but this time, the mess I made of it is worthy of mentioning. Mayhap they could make a comedy series out of it. Humph! I may as laugh about it now… Although I didn’t at the time, though! Here goes, “Inchie decides to make some tea…” ⓿ Took the cold mug of tea to the kitchen, put the kettle on, washed the mug, warmed it and got the Glengettie tea bag ready to use. All without any hassle… ❶ Kettle boiled, made the mashing, stirred it well left it to brew. As I turned around to check that I’d not left the tap running, my sleeve caught the cup as Pete shook the right arm. ❷ The mug travelled via my dressing gown and jammies and hit the most painful area available, smack onto my Bouncing against the bottom of the cupboard, and broke into several pieces. ❸ The hot water began to seep through my thick jammies, and I had to remove them sharpish! However… ❹ I rushed at it, well, I had to… and lost my balance as I lifted the second leg out of the jammie bottoms… ending up with a thud and on my backside on the wet floor! ❺ I had to crawl on all fours into the computer room to use the recliner to haul myself back up on my feet. During which… ❻ I knocked a bottle of Spring water off of the ottoman. It didn’t break or spray or even leak… but it did land on my other damned !!! ❼ When I got painfully up onto the plates again, my balance was all over the place, but I managed to limp, hobble and carefully get back to the kitchen to clean up the broken crockery and mop the floor. ❽ Trying to clean a floor and manipulate the mop and bucket, as well as using Metal Micky to keep your balance, is no mean feat! And I managed to stub a toe, Twice cleaning up the mess! In fact, a . ❾ I coped somehow, got the bucket & mop back in the wet room, and I made my way to the medications on the Carer’s table. I struggled to get the Germolene onto my toes and took two Codeine 50g tablets to ease the pain. ❿ I decided it was time to sit quietly for a while. I knew that sleep would not be an option. And for a couple of minutes, I sat there with my eyes closed, and the started! ❶❶ Then, just when I was getting over the scares, fears and worries, the kicked in. I just had to get up and check that I’d not left any taps running or puddles of tea to slip over… After checking in the wet room and kitchen, I seemed to be getting unbothered by how things had gone. It was, I imagine, what taking drugs is like, I became light-headed and unnaturally almost carefree? This lasted for about half an hour or so. I was back on the computer, and I was doing so well with the typing. I knew where the icons and hidden assist were without having to check in the book I made of them for CorelDraw… I was starting the graphics to use in the Health Checks. Then it was as if some git turned off the light in my head; everything returned to confusion and memory blanks. I think the outside graphic box specification, which I’d used ten minutes earlier, and found I had no idea how to get at it again?
I must get someone to phone one of the Help Line numbers given to me by the Nuthall Hospital; Just to talk to someone who might know and understand the problems that bring with her. To know that others struggle too… Oh, I don’t know…
I’ll stop now and give the blogging a break. It’s getting more stressful every day, but much worse this morning, of course knocking the mug of Glengettie over, burning your own belly and legs, making and having to sort out a mess, twice stubbing one’s ingrowing toenails after dropping the mug on one of them… and having to face Esther on Monday, having no warm dressing gown to put on now… may have contributed to my current . Did you see that? The Thought Storms are coming from my fingers now as I type!
What was I going to do? Ah, I’ll get the done. A stand-up job, of course. /it’s far too early to use the noisy shower and disturb my neighbours. Ah, well, I’m sick of hearing myself complain Hi-Ho, it’s off to the wet room I go, then… I faffled about getting some clothing to get into after the ablutionalisationings were all done and dusted with. Took me a while to get the socks I required, I knew in the cubby-hole I had a few pairs of the long black bamboo diabetic socks. But the other day, Esther put some socks in there after doing the laundry and mixed up my organised layout, and all the footwear was mixed up.
Of course, I got all the short socks together to move back to the front left and showed her skills, and I dropped all eleven pairs! Having to keep bending started off… it was too late by then, but I went and got a picker upperer to use. Which separated the paired socks, and then I had to sort them back into sets and get them back in the cubby hole. Took the shirt, trousers and the nearly dried but partially damp tea-covered dressing gown to the airer in the hall and got the others into the wet room. It was when I was brushing my teeth that I realised I’d still not got the diabetic bamboo sock from the cubby hole. That was the first of the three bleeding incidents during the ablution session; I rushed to get the teeth finished, and the blood flowed from the last broken tooth. Out of the lovely warm heater-on-full wet room, into the cold rubbish room, and got the bamboo socks. No sleep, nothing much gone right… I was getting het-up again! And it was so cold out there in the other room. Got the saving started; I used the four-bladed razors, thinking it would be quicker.Then, I changed to a two-blader to shave the back of the neck
As I looked in the shaving mirror, there appeared to be a blood flow from somewhere at the back? I got the camera out to try and see what it was by photographing as best I could to look at the viewer. But I could not locate the source of the blood. Cunningly (and stupidly), I dabbed some Brut aftershave on toilet paper as far as I could reach around my neck. That solved the issue! Boy, did I jump! But it did the job and stopped the flow. Then, seconds after checking on the annoyingly bothersome scab from last Wednesday’s burnt finger, got knocked off against the seat raiser corner… I believe I may have used some naughty language at this stage, as the blood ran down my leg and foot onto the wet room floor. Luckily I still had loads of toilet paper to hand from using it on the tiny-teeny-weeny little nick on the back of my neck shaving.
The leg’s DVT spider and saphenous vein look rather artistic this morning. They were bulging or swollen with it today, though so little snippets of good news are welcome here in the Woodthorpe Court mental institute.
After medicating various delicate areas and using the talc’ and the roll-on deodorant, it was time for the big challenge. Getting the knee-high bamboo socks on without using sock glide, Glenda! I feared for my newly opened-up scab on the finger… There is no way I could risk Glenda nipping, trapping or squashing it. I was dubious of my ability to get these extra-long socks on without Glenda, but I was determined to – if I could! It was a mixed-result session. I banged my head and then my arm against the door as I got my bulbous-shaped body into the corner of the room. Not sure how I managed to do it, but I stayed on my feet? Naturally, a . I’d still have to get the PP’s and trousers on; getting them on is not exactly a walk in the park nowadays. Well, the long socks and PPs were on; I then tackled the jumper and trousers. Huh! Easy-peasy!
I’ve not done the Health checks yet. So, I will!
Well, the body temperature result was most pleasing.
The Blood Pressure was surprising to me anyway, up back in the Hypertension – 2 Red areas? What? Why? How?
The Sys was only 138. in the green as well. Ah, the DIA was well up on yesterday’s 82 at 92, wasn’t it? Mmm! Fair enough, then.
The Pulse was high as well.
Ah! You win them all, can you? Well, I can’t, anyway. Hehehe!
I’d better get back on the computer and make a start on finalising the Friday blog. Not too much to do with it, being as I didn’t get to sleep, and I seemed to be in a virtually virulent mood in my work last night. Virulent? I’ll check to see if that’s the right word. Apparently, it was the wrong word. I’d love to remember which word I was thinking of using in the first place. Methinks the concentration is already crumbling. I must try to get caught up with some sleep.
08:30hrs: Burst forth in tune. And Carer Chirpy Charley bounced into the room. In a rush, she was late.
Got the medications sorted out. We had a mini-natter, treats were given in thanks, and off Charley flew.
For some reason, possibly induced and prompted by , I thought it was evening, and followed Charley to the door and locked it, as I should at night. Although, the key-safe; is still unopenable to the carers and me? Which could prove fatal if I have another strike and no one can get in to rescue my muscular-ripped, tall, athletic body after a tumble or stroke?
I must mention this to ILC, Tightrope-walker, and Warden this Monday. Oh! Also, I must ask her to read the multi-paged leaflets and instructions from the Coppice Hospital I have to digest. But the important bit is the things I have to take with me, the time etc. Not to mention I have to arrive ‘Not Late – but no earlier than 5-minutes? And to book an Easy-Link lift.
There is a list of about five organisations, that I may use to ask for help over the long waiting period for the hospital appointment. I need help on which one to use cause I feel I do need support over this. The print on the paperwork is just too small for me to read. It’s no wonder that Deana is ducking & diving from me, and I can’t get to talk to her. Hahaha!
I realised I should not have locked the door when Carer Charley left, and I went to put things right.
Found two bags of rubbish that had not been taken to the chute for me. I told you she was in a rush tonight… I mean, this morning.
Well, would you believe it? Liberty-Global’s $23.7 million salaried boss, Mr Fries, has failed to get a connection to Nottingham yet once again! I wonder if he still gets his annual bonuses and expense account? I mean, good luck to him. How many incompetent smoke and mirror men and number-crunchers like him get can earn so much for failing miserably? No wonder he told the UK Virgin people to never mention Liberty-Global to any customers when they ring in to complain… is it? No good; I’m going to try blogging again later, Mr Fries.
I’ll get some nosh and try to get some precious sleep caught up with. Fingers crossed! Oh, food first!
Warmed two part-baked bread rolls in the oven, and I cooked a microwave oven- ready-meal in the microwave. No problems with the timing, and they were both ready at the same time (9-minutes). One of the mini-pots of lemon-flavoured yoghourts. Atr it slowly, enjoying every forkful and spoonful! 9.15/10, Flavour! Of course, I added some vegan BBQ sauce to the vegetables and gravy. Washed the pots, and I got down in the recliner.
Into a deep sleep that was, I believe, unbroken. It felt like I had been resting peacefully for many hours when roused me back into ersatz life. The tune rang out; it was Carer Ty. He was in a rush too. He said he’s had his mobile for three years; and had just dropped it and cracked the perspex, which annoyed the lad so, as is to be expected. I asked him to take the waste bags with him, “No problem!” Thanked him.
I got confused again and thought it was morning, but it was still night! I’m getting fed up with this scenario!
Got the medications and asked him if he could check the taps in the wet room and in the kitchen, along with anything left cooking in the oven. “No problem!” Thanked him. After he departed, I noticed that the bags were still there near the door. No taps were checked.Well, I said he was in a rush. Hehe!
As it was only about 20:00hrs, I took the bags to the waste chute. No finger trapping, toe-stubbing or walking into anything. Although when I bent down to retrieve the dropped Metal Micky, it was : As I was reaching down to grab the stick, a mini came on. It only lasted for literally a few seconds, but it could have been almost fatal had I gone over and hit my head on the heavy iron chute drawer. Still, I didn’t take a tumble as I thought I was going to. That was because of my cunning avoidance tactics! I leant into the nearest part of the wall, and as I did so, the involuntary leg dance stopped dead in its tracks. As I had to get back to the flat yet. Hahaha!
I mused over the two incidents where I became confused as to what time of day it was. This regularly seems to happen to me when I am woken up by either the doors , or when above starts his banging and clanging. My musing moved on to the Hospital appointments and the genuine fear of the Cataract operation, and the first Memory and Mentally-Affected assessments at the Nuthall Hospital will arrive on the same day. what are the odds of that? Not as high as you would think, knowing my luck. I tried to stop the mind-wandering and depressing moments of self-doubt and insecurity.
As I started to get deep into the quagmire of self-pity and self-hating, the started off in both lower legs. That really didn’t help at all. I massaged, and Phorpain gelled the legs, giving it plenty of energy and a good massaging. Of course, it didn’t help! So I took yet another extra Codeine, 30g. Else it may be the third night of no sleep if gets as nasty with me again. !
I started the routine again. Got down 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.
07:15hrs: The semi-reactivation of the brain began. reigned. I lay there uncomfortably in the aged, grotty-looking c1966 made, charity-shop-bought, horribly beige-coloured, £300, Harold’s Haemorrhoid-testing, non-operational, acne-giving, virus-breeding, rickety, easy-to-fall-out-of recliner… The raging, interfering with my trying to work out if it was night or day, the watch told me only the time, which could have been night or day, of course. And what day was it? I assumed it was evening, and I’d nodded off; because the TV was on. As I fought off the to get some clarity…
sounded, and in walked , a smile on her face… Why I’m not sure, but I was now convinced it was night. She got the medications given to me, and we had a little chat. She asked me if I’d met the new Carer. When I said, “Yes, Ty… he came this morning…” Jodie pointed out that this was the morning, and he had come last night! My bamboozlement only got worse.I should have realised by the different medications she’d given me, but I honestly can’t remember taking them now. As we chatted, I worked out that it was well into the morning when I got to sleep, and that’s the reason I was still in a head-down mode when Jodie arrived. I told her of the new flavour available in the thank-you-treats. The red cans I put in yesterday’s blog. Selected a cold nibble from the fridge – I’m struggling nowto recall everything spoken of. I think I asked Jodie to check the taps for me when she calls, to make suite I’d not left them running, and turn them off if I had? I did apologise for there being two big bags of waste to go to the chute, explaining that I forgot to ask Carer Ty to take them. I think we parted laughingly. Oh, and I’d unlocked the door for her to get in, either… well, I was asleep still. Haha!
Making a brew of Glengettie, I realised that I had not had, and did not feel the need, for a wee-wee. Very rare, that!
As I got the computer on, the nyaff, noisy nasty nitwit in the flat above started his tapping and banging – for hours on end! Swine! Not that it bothered me. of course.
After a couple of hours of updating the Thursday blog, Got it now; it’s definitely a Friday today [Jodie told me]). I noted the beautiful hue of the morning, and also, it was not raining! I took this picture from the kitchenette window. A dramatic shade, don’t you think? Then it came to me that in my morning confusion, I had not checked the calendar. So, I did! Just a note to remind me to make an Asda order for next Monday. So, I did! ETA 16:00 > 17:00hrs. So, Carer Richard’s treats in thanks he can have Tuesday this week.
I eventually got the updating done hours later and posted it to WordPress. Then did some Pinteresting. Then I started this template an hour.Herbert was giving it some hammer again but stopped after an hour or so… I’m anticipating that he will be kicking off again soon. (He did later!)
I don’t like this lack of sleep when it makes me get up late; it throws everything in the mind into disorder. Heavens above, it’s 13:30hrs already!
Plodded on with the blogging (And still no wee-wee taken???) for an hour or so. but got weary again and turned off everything, and got a meal done
I couldn’t eat half of this plateful. I’d made too much. I was soon fighting to stay awake.
I put the tray down, and .
Broke my moments of bliss… I awoke in utter confusion. I was certain that it was morning, and my first thought was, did I lock the door last night? I rose and caught my balance. I did hear Bang-about Herbert start his knocking and tap-tapping again as began to walk to the door to check if the Carer was locked out or not. From somewhere in my head, something told me this just can’t be… a doubt, nagging at me…
appeared just as I was doubting my earlier assessment of the day and time. He clarified it was Friday evening. Not Saturday morning for me. et doubts still lingered.This was, and is, a worrying concern for me!
Jozeph was understanding of my haziness. Sorted the medications and listened to them while I explained what the effects that can and are doing to my sanity. Not moaning; I was just explaining. But not fully understanding my present plight myself. I insisted on his selecting a can of his choice and some nibbles for my keeping him from his own bed. As I said, he was patient & understanding toward me. This in itself cheered me a little, knowing that someone cared enough to listen. And the lad must have been tired out himself at the end of his shift. He’s in the mould of Carer Richard.
As I hobbled with him to the door to lock it after him, I spotted the bag of rat food I’d bought from Wilko, in mistake for bird food, and mentioned this whoopsiedangleplop to Jozeph. Turns out that he has a pet rat at home. I gave him the bag of food to use, I felt better after doing so, and it cheered up one tired Carer. Me, and hopefully, it will satisfy the taste buds of one pet rat. Haha! Should I remember, I’ll ask him the name of his rat on his next call.
After writing this, I had to check that I did lock the door… thus the kicked in. I checked the taps in the wet room and kitchen. Stove, fridge & freezer doors, and even checked the door another time!
What a nitwit!
I espied the last of the sunset when I checked the kitchenette out for any disasters. I got the Lumix camera and, on the SCN setting, chose the Night View option. Not too bad, I suppose. Trouble is nowadays with the three optical ailments, , the dreaded and also , I can never be certain if photos, graphics and things are right or not, good or bad, pathetic, or a shambles!
Hello… I sense a warm wetness in the front of my diapers… I mean protection pants! Hehehe! I went to the wet room to investigate. At first, I thought it was going to be poor Little Inchies , and fear of applying the stinging, painful Daktacort ointment sank my spirits. This is one medication that is always an agony to use!
But No! for it being just the lasered bladder that had passed a little … but without informing me that I needed a wee-wee! It does that sometimes, since the cancer-lasering. It got more frequent after the stroke. I only get embarrassed, not angry, about this ailment; after all, Bladder Belinda has lost ⅓rd of her storage capacity. At least it wasn’t blooded this time. (As it would have been if the Fungal-lesion had burst again!) Had a clean-up, got a new pair of Depend protection pants on, jammies back on, and back to the computer; feeling pretty good, really. I wish now that I’d had a shave while in there.
Those American PPs contained most of the escaping wee-wee. There are so reliable! Oh, dear, should I have risked saying that? Haha!
I got carried away with creating the Ode. Made a mess of it, and my concentration shot again. Errors after mistakes and Mind-Blanks!
0450hrs: I stirred back into fabricated life. And it was Thought-Stormless! This has not been known for months now. All seemed calm in the bonce, too! Was she on holiday? And where was worry guts, ? Even was not the slightest bit interested in me! was the only ailment that was giving me trouble. As for even , she was noticeable by her absence! I was almost in a laid-back mode… I think. Not been like this for many years. What was going on? Had I been drugged or something?
I almost casually escaped the clutches of the c1968, £300 pound, second-hand charity-shop bought, crumb-containing, odour-retaining, Harold’s Haemorrhoid-testing, nauseatingly beige coloured, non-working, virus-breeding recliner, and moved over to the NWWB (Nocturnal-Wee-Wee-Bucket), suffering slightly as rushed to avoid any accidents with of PMAD (Post-Micturition-After Dribbling) trying to start of its own accord. Then had t wait for ages for the PMAD (Post-Micturition-After Dribbling) to stop! Yet I seemed to take this all in my stride. Off to the kitchen to make a brew… Still no Glengettie available, but some should be coming today from Amazon.
I leant out of the kitchen window to take these two pictures. The sky, and then the Chestnut Way car park below.
While I was mashing the mug of Thompson’s Signature tea, the oddest thing happened: I felt the micro-shuddering in the right leg, and I was convinced that there was about to be a Right-Leg-Dance routine kick-off. But no! Instead, burst into life, which ensured that the freshly made mug of tea was knocked over. I had the right mess to clean up! As I was getting down to do so, an burst forth, which had me down on one knee! During this, I banged the top of my head on edge of the kitchen top and knocked the papule! How it didn’t come off I don’t know, but I was glad it didn’t…
Then noticed I’d left the hot tap running in the sink again, and the water was stone-cold! Yet, still, I remained cool and calm. So, no hot water to use for the ablutions for a long time yet. So, I got some water in the large saucepan and put it on a low light. Putting the freshly-filled saucepan back on the stove, and had another, albeit only for a few seconds this time, of the routines. During this, I split some water on the stove, me and the floor!I was beginning to get a smidgeon uptight now! Well, can you blame me? I made another brew of Thompson.s Punjana tea. While it was brewing, I got an itch around the papule on my head. Removed the hat and went to scratch it…
ADVICE: In the event you get an itch on a papule – do not scratch or pick at it. Especially if you have an old dilapidated wristwatch on that has a split buckle with sharp bits sticking out. Just thought I’d mention it, like.
I made up some waste bags, put them near the door, and got the computer on. Checked the Emails, and I’d got this come in from Amazon.Confirmation that the Glengettie teabags are arriving today. Oh, good! I was not too keen on the ‘Arriving today by 10 PM’ bit. But still, they are worth the wait. It’s just the thought of my managing to stay up that long that worries me. Still, they may come earlier than that! Optimism now, what next? Hahaha!
I got on with updating the Wednesday blog. I started reasonably well, but as time went by, I worked my way back into making errors, mistakes, and wrong corrections. Plus, a few didn’t help me much.
I was working my back to things being normal (Farcical, with a hint of brain-deadisms), I think?
After about three hours, I’d got the blog finalised and posted to WordPress. Things seem to be changing from my waking up in almost high spirits and sinking back to the usual quotidian ways.
As I was Pinteresting some photographs… and…
Thanks to Smoke & mirrors: (someone who draws attention away from often embarrassing or unpleasant figures or issues) man Mr Fries’s inability, even when getting paid a $23.7M salary, to get an internet service to work, I went to take some photographs. Even more determined this time to get some zoomed-in photos of the moon that showed something of the moon’s surface. Another failure! As anticipated and expected.
Can I blame the hazy morning sky? Hehehe! No? Fair enough!
Played from the door chime. Of course, when it went off, I suddenly realised I had not unlocked the door yet.
I hastened to the door and unlocked it. The picture on ‘s face said it all. “There’s no hope for him!” Hehehe! Richard got the medications sorted out. He’d heard about my farce at the hospital yesterday. We had a laugh about it, actually. Then he went through the paperwork they had sent me home with and identified the things he thought I ought to remember, and wrote them down on the whiteboard for me. He took the waste bags with him on the way out. And made for his bed, I hope he can get some R&R along with it. A grand lad.
I got a landline call; I think she was saying that I needed to make an appointment for an ECG before they could refer me to someone for help with dealing with getting me help with . I couldn’t understand why, but apparently, they are not too happy with the blood test results from last week? Oh!
Then we made an appointment for Wednesday 16th November at 14:30hrs.
Thanks to Fries, the internet was still not back on. So, I used the time to try and call Deana to arrange lifts for Wednesday the 16th to the doctor, and Thursday at 10:00hrs to Bulwell, returning at 12:00hrs. I couldn’t get her, though. I put these in the calendar and on the Whiteboard.
I got on the now working again internet, and then made a start on this blog. It was slow-going, no doubt about that.
Tried to get through to Deana once more, but no luck.
I was deep into pressing on with this blog, and sounded, and in came Esther. That was the end of any concentrating. Hehe! But Esther, despite talking to me from the other rooms, got the laundry down into the machine and returned. She rang for me to arrange the two lifts I needed. Thank heavens she came! That gave me some ease of mind, not having to worry about them. And they could do both, thankfully for me. Phew!
I managed to do some more work on this blog for an hour or two. Rang, and in walked Carer Charly. She was in a rush and a half. Got the medications sorted, but we could not find the Peptac bottle. I found one in the prescriptions drawer. Maybe we used the last of the other bottle, but I can’t remember. still, we have enough. I’m just annoyed that I can’t remember about it.
I checked on the potatoes in the oven, finding I had not increased the heat sufficiently earlier on. Tsk!. I took this picture from the kitchen window while checking on the nosh. It came out a lot lighter than what it was but shows the varying colour of the skies. Greys and blues, ah, Mother Nature!
Amber and the High-Norm rating again! No idea how they work these things out, but I’ve only got one (SYS) in the green, same as yesterday (Temp) – but the results were so much lower and betterer! Beats me, but I like it!
I got the food served up, got down in the£300, used, second-hand shop bought nine years ago, c1966 built, discomfiting, alarmingly Kharki-beige coloured, crumb containing, TV remote hiding, not working recliner. Meal on my knee and turned on the TV. That was a waste of time. All those channels and nothing worth watching were on.
So I thought I’d get the radio on and started searching for the headphones. After several minutes of failure (I get used to these, you know), my memory kicked in, and I remember breaking the headphones when I sat on them last month! Hey-Ho!
Back to the now not-so-hot meal. believe it or not, than what yesterday’s nosh did! A simple meal for a simple-minded, dithering old bald, confused senior citizen. Just baked potatoes with vegan butter and sea salt. The bread thins had gone really dry, so they were not eaten. The BBQ sauce was dipped into by both the sausages and potatoes. The tiny pot of Soya Lemon Yoghourt rounded off the meal. A Flavour-Rating of 8/10 granted, even if it was a little cold.
I washed the pots, and I resettled into the £300, second-hand, c1968, charity shop-bought, eyesorely-horrendously grungy coloured, Harold Haemorrhoid-testing, easily-falloutable from, unfit-for-use, not working, recliner, in search of Sweet Morpheus. And I was soon of into a dream filled (can’t remember what about) sleep for about an hour…
I woke up in so much pain it took my breath away at first. was rampant in both calves. I repeatedly got up and tried to hobble about, to try to free the tightness. I failed, of course! Every time, it eased a little, back in the recliner, feet up, and within minutes it started again. Several times I tried the Phorpain gel massaging. I even took some Paracetamol; that didn’t help either. Then a Codeine… I woke in agony that often it was getting to me. I was at my wit’s end with it.
I was taking what must have been for the tenth time, a hobble and stretching exercise, massaging, more pain gel, another Codeine 30g… I know I was taking too many, but the unbearably of the this morning forced me to try anything at the time.
I gave myself a as I utilised the NWWB (Nocturnal-Wee-Wee-Bucket). That meant the positive end of any further aspirations, ideas or hopes of sleeping again! Not that I had more than an hour at most!
Letters, emails, comments and text messages, with any help that can be offered, on any ways to prevent this from happening again, or ease the pain at least, would be much appreciated. Thank you!
04:30hrs: I can’t tell you I woke up cause I never got to sleep! Because I had For all night long! I was forever getting up to stretch the calves, massage them and dollop on and rub in the Phorpain Gel. And take painkillers. I meandered into the kitchen to get the kettle on for a mug of Glengettie tea. I took these photos from the window; in two different settings, and the second came out much better than the first one did. But can I remember which settings? Made a brew of the Glengettie, left the bag to marinate well, and I sorted out the waste bin bags. Had a wee-wee and cleaned and disinfected the NWWB (Nocturnal-Wee-Wee-Bucket) To the computer with the tasty strong mug of black tea and photographed the calves; they were coming down, the carves were easing off now. As long as I do not spend too much time inactive, I hope they will stop twisting my legs. I can’t understand why they played up so much last night and just didn’t stop for about nine hours? However, they seem to have had a calming effect on the able ulcer; I could hardly see it this morning. Hey-Ho! Finished the tea… ah, now that might be a possible reason for the bad Cramps. I’d run out of Glengettie teabags and not had any for a day or two until they were delivered yesterday. And had drunk a number of mugs last night? But I’ve never heard of that before? I’ll look it up later.
I’ll get the Health Checks done. hopefully, the results will again be in the Amber Zone? We shall soon find out…
Back up again!
Still, it’s better than Wednesdays!
I set to getting the Thursday post done, and after half an hour, I could feel the cramps building up in the calves again. So, I had a walk around and did some stretching exercises, which seemed to work for me. Which reminded me to have a look on the web for tea and cramps. Back in a while…
What not to drink when you have cramps?
Carbonated drinks, caffeine, and aerated drinks should also be avoided during menstrual days because they have high levels of sugar in them, which can cause inflammation and make the cramps more severe.
No mention of tea there, then? I started reading another page, and it said: 13 more ways to stop period cramps. I moved on… I altered my queries to “What to drink when legs are cramping?” Black tea is safe to drink. When he switched to plain black tea, the symptoms disappeared within a week. The scientist who reported this case pointed out that the flavouring in Earl Grey tea is bergamot oil, which can block the movement of potassium in muscles. This can lead to muscle cramps and twitches. Well, Glengettie is black tea. So that should be safe, then.
Came in. She looked very tired, but I bored her with tales of my past Whoopsiedangleplops, which brought some smiles. She got the medications handed out. A can of the new Carer’s treat I got from Asda. Rum & Cola, with strawberry. And a choccy bar in thanks. Took the waste bag with her as she departed! I thank you!
I was making another brew of Glengettie, and Esther came in. she called int ogive me the change from the overpayment.
I’m going to get the ablutions done now… then get something to eat, and try to get caught up with some sleep… Pleeease! Sweet Morpheus!
I got sidetracked when I saw the wonderful evening sky from the kitchen window and decided they would be worth photographicalisationing. The hue was so different. Bootiful!
I stripped and put the clobber in the laundry basket, well, bag.
I got into the bathroom, and the ablutioning went well, other than two things.
❶ I managed to get several nicks shaving, and they were a devil to stop bleeding. (Possible Warfarin INR level low?) ❷ After it all was washed and medicated and dried... I did feel like l a fool… I came out and put trousers and day-wear on to go to sleep in!. So I had to changed back into the jammies! Tsk!
🍽️ I got the meal sorted out. That veggie minced beef & onion pie was gorgeous tasting! Brilliant vegan pastry. Potatoes, tomatoes, and a pot of the soya lemon yoghourt. My regulation issue of BBQ sauce added, of course. A well-worthy 8.2/10 for Taste-Rating. As I got into the aged, grotty-looking c1966 made, charity-shop-bought, horribly beige-coloured, £300, Harold’s Haemorrhoid-testing, non-operational, acne-giving, virus-breeding, rickety, easy-to-fall-out-of recliner, I think I felt the start of a visit from ! I offered a prayer to anyone or thing interested, not to have another agony-ridden sleepless night. Then thought it wise, to massage the legs. Dolloped some Phorpain gel and rubbed it in well, and I took two paracetamol. Got back down again. I’ve no idea if it really helped, but by Jimminee – once I got to sleep, I had the longest unbroken kip I’ve managed for years! (This should not be surprising, I suppose, considering last night’s total absence of sleep?) Damned nearly 8 hours before I woke up! Sleep at last!Grrreat!.
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 couldn’t get to sleep until around 01:30hrs. Then the horrible dream wake-up, and repeat sessions started. At 07:30hrs, I did the usual jolting awake wet again, this time realising what the time was, and had to get up, in case a Morning Carer arrived… Or had they already been and could not get in cause the door had not been unlocked? Not that it would have mattered for many of them, just the ones who refused to press the doorbell and walked in; would they have gone away saying they could not get in? This was my worry; with it being the weekend, I often get outside carers, who may not know about it? I rose wearily and reluctantly. It’s been bad nights for sleeping for a few days since the Covid-Booster jab. But, at least I got in some broken bits of kip this time. Another thing, how come I can so rarely remember my dreams nowadays? Maybe Doreen Dementia? Although a few days ago, I had terrible repeated dreams that had different outcomes but were based on the same problem scenario. I