Carried out the balance routine, rose gingerly, and into the kitchen with in tow. Got the waste bags collated and taken to the front door, ready for collection by the kind Carers.
The stomach rumbled and squelched inside. Off to the wet room I hastened. I was very nervous, thinking that I would not make it in time. However, things did not go to plan. Nothing unusual there, then! Getting the motion started was a long and painful exercise. To mask the pain of forcing things along, I had a go at the crossword book. Then, I counted the cracks in the ceiling and spots of dirt on the floor and mat. Eventually, a grindingly hurtfully slow evacuation began. It took ages and stopped part-way for a moment. I thought something would give inside my rear end, to maybe even split open! The exiting torpedo eventually freed itself with a clunk and splash! Immediately followed by perhaps a gallon or two of stinking, almost liquid follow-up! It was such a pleasure when it finally cleared! I’ll not waffle on too much about these events, just to tell you that three more evacuations during the day and night were all similar. (And the innards are still rumbling) Oh, dearie me!
I thought a mug of Glengettie might settle the tummy, and I made a strong brew and drank it… That did me no good! Back to the for visit number two. I’m getting all behind with things already, having to spend so much time cleaning up the Porcelain and myself regularly. Getting miffed off with these strange evacuations.
The tea went cold again. I went into the kitchen to wash the mug and took pictures of the morning view. Not too bad an effort for me. In the second photo, at last, I captured a shot of Venus in which you can actually almost see the planet! .
I’d apparently done the updating of the Monday blog. It took a good four hours to achieve this. I say apparently because I cannot recall anything for that period, even who the Carer was called. I had to look at the singing-in register to find out.
Arrived later. I was not entirely with it, and I will have to ask her if anything was decided that I need to do next time she calls. I’m sure she rang someone for me… I think.
I vaguely remember taking these two photographs of the view from the kitchenette. And thinking about how unique nature is, producing such views of beauty. While tellurians continue eating, bullying, murdering, killing and hating each other. Just a thought.
I used to take the picture on the right. My being I got the idea to make this photo with the sun out, a little more interesting, and CorelDrawed in an additional graphic on an arm and finger. At the time, I think I had an amusing quip in mind to add to it… but with the attention of , the idea escaped the clutches of my inattentive memory. Most annoying. So, if anyone can think of a funny or suitable quote, please let me know… it might be the one I had and lost? Hahaha!
Challenge No. 2 I took this snap of the TV screen in the evening. A sad, blurry effort. But I thought it might be an idea to see if anyone in the know of British TV shows can identify the character… with the following clues, please. 1) A show recorded in Yorkshire. 2) Character names include Oscar, Greengrass, and Nick (the one in the photo). 3). The photoed character usually wears a uniform 4) A Buddy Holly song, the name of which is the series name, played at the start and finish of the programme. WHAT WAS IT CALLED?
The Nosh! Shortcrust pie, tomatoes, a bread roll, Followed by a pot of children’s jelly. Hehe! The innards burst into like within half an hour! Back with great haste to the again. It was the same performance, be it took even longer to escape this time!
arrived. Got the ankle & leg straps on first, as it was a bit nippy. Medications sorted. Extra pain killer, as suddenly burst forth with pain. Throughout the day, I was coughing and sneezing a fair bit. And was causing me to take deep breaths, and that also brought me pain from the back.
On the computer…
I thought moving about a bit might ease the back pains. So I sorted the waste bags into one and took it to the front door.This was not a good idea; kicked off something rotten! Humph!
The rain soon started.
I went on the balcony to take a shot of the end car park. A mudslide building up already.
Got some spuds in the crock-pot to have later. The plan is to cut them and put them in some vegetable soup.
As I was in the kitchen, the rain increased.
I just don’t know what happened here… nothing unusual there, though, is there? I’d clicked on Control I to open the import window, which I’ve done thousands of times. The small selection window came up and, out of the blue, expanded itself to the full-screen size! Now showing dozens of photos. The resize function not working There are no expand minimise buttons on this option, and now CorelDraw is not responding to the corner where one can usually resize it with the mouse! I checked every option I could find and tried a few things, not knowing what they were or meant, just in the hope that I could get the view back to standard size. Because I couldn’t see the work screen to know which graphic was needed while the import screen was so big! Eventually, I gave up. I may have cried as well. I indeed cursed and swore proliferously!
Hence, it is now gone 19:00hrs, and I have just returned the screen to normal. I’m only just starting this blog! There was an option on the page to ‘Hide Files’? But for hours, I was too nervous to use it. Desperation made me try… and the screen returned to standard size? I do feel like a fool!
arrived, and this was before I found the solution, so moaned away about my bad luck. Hehe! We had a quick natter and laugh.
The strappings that Carer Sam put on were holding up well. Thanks to Sam.
Got dark quickly tonight; it’s still raining with it. Again, I tried to get some decent shots for once, of the evening lights. Why do I bother to? Still, the night and lights were lovely.
Arrived. Got the medications sorted, and we nattered while he did so. I also, told him about the Corel Draw cock-up. (Not yet sorted out)
This is when I got the gumph to try the ‘Hide Files’ button. I was over the moon about this, but I am still worried that whatever I did to cause it in the first place might happen again. I turned off Corel Draw and loaded it again; boy, was I happy when it opened the right size! This got me thinking about the belated meal sorting out and prepping to be done. So, I did! Got the potatoes out of the crock-pot. Drained them and left them in the strainer sieve. Washed the crock pot and got the vegetable cutting board out. Some top go in the soup, others I nibbled as I prepared the nosh. Well! It seemed like a good idea. Washed and back to the kitchen. Got the chopped spuds into the soup.
Back in the front room to the computer. So far behind now after another catastrophe. I have to do at least some blogging, or I’ll never catch up after many lost hours. The state of the room hit me as I hobbled into it. A twinge of guilt, mayhap?
The landline flashed. It was someone, a bloke, from Meridian Care, telling me that the late Carer, who is so far behind, had a medical emergency to deal with. Fair enough, I replied, it can’t be helped.
Bet you got it? I didn’t, Tsk!
Nosh Time A Reet-feast! Added the cut potatoes cooked in the crock-pot to the can of soup. Added some liquid smoke. (I put some in when cooking the potatoes as well). Tomato Pasatta with basil and some distilled vinegar to the mix. Came out pretty good tasting for a guessed at flavourings soup. I could taste the liquid smoke! Nice! Flavour-Rating: 803/10. Note the tiny designer cut on the finger? Available via slicing potatoes with the steak knife. helped create it.
Arrived. I inquired if the resident, taken poorly, was doing okay. He thought so. He gave a good rubbing in of the. The back has been painful yesterday all day and worse this morning. The pain is higher than usual? Took some of the ineffective Paracetamols, and after Israel had gone, I took another Codeine. Which eased the agony after ten minutes… naturally it was still bad, but not worse. Hehe! Then I got the TV on and settled into the second-hand shop bought nine years ago for £300, c1966, discomfiting, alarmingly beige-coloured, crumb-containing, TV remote hiding, not working recliner.
Three things ruined any chance of a decent sleep! in the lower legs. And . Especially each time I coughed (which I was doing often) or when I moved position in the slightest. Which I did for a good but painful reason . I’d forgotten about reminding to please take off both of the . Hence, was having a ball, giving me anguish overnight!
The balance will be all to pot in the morning, I reckon. (Of course, it was!)
Not one of the best of days… again! However, after losing many hours, having no WordPress help, and Firefox going all apeshit on me, then the interruptions when I got back on blogging, the good old reliable failings from Kept failing to get a signal again! To date, as I write
03:35hrs: I stirred back to ersatz life in the c1966, 300 pound, second-hand charity-shop bought, crumb-containing, odour-retaining, Harold’s Haemorrhoid-testing, nauseatingly beige coloured, non-working, virus-breeding recliner, with and giving me sharp pains whether I was moving or not! The tummy pains were rumbling, and the unwanted pleasure was rampant! All apart, I assume, from the cold that’s coming on.
Taking off the , has never been more painful. And being on the receiving end of the pain.
Got the waste bags into one, along with the unremembered-eating six empty Cheesy Curl packets in the bin at the side of the ottoman.
Tried again to get a decent early morning shot… Obviously, this failed again.
Made a brew of Gleangettie.
Off to the Porcelain Throne. Ten minutes later, back again!
Tried again for a shot of the later view. Ah, that’s a bit betterer!
THEN THE COMPUTER COCK-UPS! 1) Firefox went into processing mode. Nothing I could do, so I left it to do its own thing. Took a photo of the end of the car park. Had a rinse, then back to see how things were progressing with the Firefox… Still working away… do whatever it was doing. Made another brew for the one that went cold. Firefox still working away… I checked on what to have for nosh later. Firefox still working away… 2) Then went on CorelDraw. However… When using import to export, the swatch comes up full screen, and I can’t reduce it back to the original size to see the template simultaneously! Anger-Making!
came. I was at a low point when she arrived. Unsure if I’d lost my internet or not. And as I was telling her my woes… guess what happened? Followed by and a relatively long, violent period of flailing about from a . & strappings put on for me. I was so fed up and frustrated I declined any painkillers.
I took two shots of the clouds now the rain had stopped, and they were a little better this time. Beautiful!
After Sam departed, taking the laundry with her for me, I faffled about trying to cure the problem with the browser. Not the foggiest about what I was doing, and I got nowhere with the task at hand. Eventually, I had no idea how or why… the internet browser started working after many Windows opened that were too technical for me to understand and comprehend!
If I opened Firefox using the icon on the home page, I got a different setup showing. Using the the one in the bottom tray, and I got a usual one up? But… I’d lost the connection to Grammarly! I asked about this and explained things on the help page, but all I could get was a set of pre-answers to dozens of problems other than the one I needed help with. Three hours later… I had to reinstall Grammarly. I ticked the icon to use it in Firefox, but this did not initially work. A message came up half an hour later, telling me that Grammarly is now installed for Firefox. Praying, I closed everything down and rebooted. Went into Firefox, my sites visited, and favourites came up; then I opened WordPress, the one I do need Grammarly to work on more than any other. SUCCESS! By now, the evening Carer had arrived, and I was mentally drained and weary from the constant ailments and pains of the day. Asked if I wanted any painkillers, I replied, just two boxes, please! Haha! We did his Blood Pressure, and off he trotted home… with some treats in thanks, of course.
Now for the nosh-preparingTaste-Rating: 8.2/10.
Tried again to get some decent night shots of the view from the kitchenette as I washed the pots. Not too bad? It’s not too good either!
Well, if a cupboard handle dropped off one of mine, it wouldn’t matter to me. In fact, I have four of them missing… I just counted them! So I didn’t get the answer. Until I looked at this!
Acne and Eczema-faced Inchy, Now scowls more, involuntarily, Living life, unconventionality, Errors, mistakes, made unintentionally, Getting things right occasionally, No… more like ultra rarely! Decision-making, absurdly, For an old man, he’s excellent immaturity, Coping with his immobility, Living with Peripheral Neuropathy, Questioning his own sanity… Recognises his vulnerability, Accepting his lack of winnability, Misses his previous imbecility, Every day, Accifauxpas or a malady, Addicted to his tabatière, His life getting even more eerie, His total lack of any theopathy! His brain is crumbling, admittedly.
He thinks this is a terrible pity…
His life’s getting more demanding, more shitty!
Still, he likes to watch a documentary,
History, or maybe whodunnitry?
It gets harder for him to watch TV, He still can’t manually pee!
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – I’m undergoing a lot more daily medical procedures now. After today, I shall have to cut down on the blog content. As much as I like doing them, there is no time to get caught up with them. It’s going to get even more time-consuming shortly. In December, it’s back to the EENT for more Cataract and glaucoma procedures. The leg and ankle strap changes twice a day, relying on the Carers & nurses-being able to attend. To have a shower and shave has to be planned nowadays cause it really does take me two hours per session to get done. So, I have to plan it, if I can, for when the leg and ankle straps are off. Or, it’s a stand-up wash and shave, which can be trickier than sitting on the shower chair, but I mustn’t get strapping wet. The worry over being unable to get the room ready for the coming of the orthopaedic bed gets to me. The Audio Clinic seem to have gone underground. Haha! No one can get through to them to find out about the three appointments that are supposedly being made for me. My worry there is that they have been made, and on a bad day, I may not have understood what it was in the letter? (Memory Blanks?) Relying on Carer Kara to make sure the arrangements are made for a lift to the QMC for the eyes, and when we find out whether the appointments have been made yet or not, to the Audio Centre on the Ropewalk. No Warfarin INR blood tests were done by the haematology nurse for three weeks, but I have had a message telling me so and to go to the Doctor for a blood test. I’m not sure how they expect me to get there… cause if I could get an appointment, you can guarantee it will clash with one of the other medical appointments! Those that are already made, but no lifts are arranged for them. Plus, for those whom I am waiting to arrive… but cannot get through on the phone to ask the Audio Centre, three Carers have tried for me as well. But without any luck.
The District Nurse has done her best for me today. She suggested it might be easier to move something into the spare (bed) room and put the bed in the main room. Which I thought was a brilliant idea. Then I stand much more chance of hearing the fire alarm and door chimes than in the spare room! The nurse will call Sarah, who refused to order the bed until I got it sorted and cleared out first, which I tried to do. Took a tumble in doing so and got told no bending or lifting is allowed now! To see if any help is available. I cannot get through to the Age UK number ever. Three carers tried for me, bless them, but they all got cut off. Shaq is not sure if a message he left got through to them for me or not. Then again, it could be my Cognisant Impairment Iris playing a part in all this confusion? I’m struggling with things now.
Courtesy of the Conservative Party – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – It was one of those horrible fixated-on-word-finding days. I spent far too long on this. The worst thing is the crunch… After eight hours or more metaphorically sweating away at the process, I found out that I’d made a terrible cock-up. The entire file was mixed with the wrong selection, and the new template I’d grafted on at the expense of massing up the yet-to-do list of jobs was useless to me! Self-anger, frustration and demoralisation were my state when it came to getting to sleep.
Naturally, I woke up with a foul metallic taste in my throat and bleary eyes to realise that the wet, warm sensation in the protection pants was blood from my poor . He’s been leaking a long time, I think and continued on and off all day.
Luckily, the agony of peeling away the dried blood beneath the fresh, from the pants padding, the blood spraying onto my clean dressing gown and down my legs… the pain of bending down and getting a visit from when cleaning things up, dropping the Germolene tube and treading on it, any suffering as my left , as I lost my balance, was of no consequence to a pain-bearing hero like me.
At least the urine colour was of a good light shade in the . I’m so glad that the nocturnal pouches have arrived. Less chance of further infection. The morning view (07:00hrs) was, as I expected, after the clocks changing, a lot lighter. Even if I did forget to adjust all the clocks! Carer Marie did them for me.
I made the first of the two-a-day-only permitted mugs of tea. A good, strong one this time, made with my favourite of all, Glengettie tea. I put the last of the small potatoes in the crock-pot and added sea salt and a drop of liquid smoke. Then I limped (the toenail was still hurting from the attack on the Germolene tube). On the matter of health, another ailment all but had me over. as I was stepping over the door runner to get into the balcony to take some photographicalisations. Taking these scattered-about shots. The mudslide at the end of the car park is the first one. Then, a picture of the gravel footpath I used to walk up daily and beautiful trees. How I miss that daily walk. I can’t even get to it nowadays, let alone walk up it!
Got the computer booted up. arrived. Got the medications sorted and checked the taps and cooker for me. Had a mini-natter.
Then, made a start on the word-finding…. It never really stopped for hours and hours… until I realised the cock-up I’d made and the whole kit & caboodle were useless! I think I only stopped for a few visits. All of the exact nature. Not much got on the notepad memory-wise for me to refer to. Tsk!
I took a picture or two of the rain descending through the glass in the balcony windows. I decided not to open the window, of course, that sort of shower I did not need to take. Hehehe! I’m sure there was a pattern to the raindrops in the second photograph? All, no doubt, due to my addiction to pareidoliaising.
arrived with a new gal training. We managed a little nattering and a laugh. I mentioned my problem with my inability to get through to the Audio clinic and the Electricity Meter reading.
At some time or other, I took this shop of Gawd knows what? After a Sherlock Holmesian Mode was adopted, I decided it must be my fingers, knuckle? Arrived. I’d just nodded off 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. Benjamin issued the medications. I tempted him to some Carer Treats from the Quality Street box.
Being deep into creating what turned out to be the most enormous, most prolonged waste of time at the word selections, I’d not noticed how the rain had continued. See the mudslide photo compared to the morning one higher up, this morning’s view!
Here’s the hidden cat revealed. Well, it was supposed to be. Not only could I not find it in the top photo, but I can’t even see it in this telltale photo! Mmm!
Got the meal finished off and served up. Back down in the £300, second-hand, c1968, not-working, incommodious, grotty recliner. Taste-Rating: Erm… err… 4/10.
Summary
The actions, mistakes and confusions of this day have got to me, no doubt about it! The confidence has been shattered, no that it mattered!
Made the first of the two mugs of proper tea permitted to me. Of course, I am allowed as many mugs of the spit-producing, tasteless crappy decaffeinated tea as I like; but I don’t like it at all. It tastes like medicines did many years ago… but blander, yet leaves a bitter taste. Urgh!
Photo from the kitchen window. Complete with a reflective flash-flash!
Later on, a view of the massed car park.
Arrived. There is no need to do the leg & ankle straps; the nurse is calling today. I hope. We had a natter and laugh while she did my medications.
Titivated the kitchenette a smidgen and sorted the waste bags out. Then, a quick sweep up.
A new gal to me. Soon, I got the diabetic socks off and medicated the one still leaking papule for me. Then, I got the fresh socks and leg and ankle straps fitted. All done & dusted!
Made the second call of the day. He recognised my angst about the texts and emails being sent to me asking for the meter reading. I’ve no idea which numbers they need. After looking at the meter, Victor decided they did not need a meter reading, as it was automatic? Thanks, Victor.
Busy day today. As I was on the computer doing my blog, the door chime rang out . I thought it was the next Carer coming early and waiting for them to show themselves in the room. Then a second was heard. I couldn’t get to the door in time for whoever it was, and then… noticed inside the door on the waste bin box, the ‘s! Great news! Now, hopefully, the urine colouring will improve. Four nights without any, have made the bladder evacuations very dark and stinky! Hurrah! These were of the old type, not bother much, but fiddlier if I have the shakes or cramps when I have to fit or release them.
The Tomato-Slicing Tarradiddle:.
I decided to get some tomatoes sliced and put them in the fridge to use later. I’ve a little tip here for fellow PN sufferers about slicing tomatoes. It is best not to leave your fingers in the way of the knife! Especially take care of stabbing yourself down the nail of the digit mentioned above. It hurts. To add insult to injury, to put it, the tomatoes were foul and bitter-tasting! Examining the pack, I espied they were Spanish. Had I noticed this when I bought them from the Co-op store on Mansfield Road when on my way to the Covid jab, I would not have touched them. Humph! They got dished after all that hassle! Tsk!
Did the midday call. He was concerned about me not getting the bedroom cleared. Pointing out that the bladder will never improve until I do so. He asked if he could ask if he could have a go at it for me. I pointed out that his company are not insured to do this, so he can’t oblige. He did an excellent job of getting the straps on the legs & ankles fitted. He has a knack for doing these complicated strappings.
The night was falling earlier now. But still a certain beauty to the view. A pareidolian picture indeed.
I made the meal of the day… Mushrooms, savoury French Fries and no-meat meat slices in gravy. A pot of children’s jelly to follow. Well!
This meal did not stop me from waking up in the morning with more than a few empty Cheesy Curl packs in the bin! GUILTY!
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – This Moon shot, was taken by Tim Price,
Is more than very nice…
He’s brilliant, camera-wise,
I’ll further extemporise…
He doesn’t need to attitudinise,
To be as good is one of my desires, His photography does dynamise!
Jealous? Me? I could diphthongise!
Just thought this photo should be diarised!
Grrreat Shot, Tim!
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – I’ll just write about the highlights, and mention about any photos I took. A worry-my-guts-out day!
In the kitchen, all dark and black, and saw some moving lights in the bottom field. I tried to get a decent shot, but it was not to be. Here they are, though. Can you guess what the lights were? The green lights were mand torch. The red light was attached to his little dog’s collar. What a brilliant idea!
Sorted out the waste bags.
Arrived, and he took off the diabetic socks and put on the leg and ankle straps. He’s getting good at doing this! He listened as I moaned on about all the things not getting done. He kindly rang the chemists for me, to arrange for the Covid jab to be done again.
Tomorrow morning at 09:55hrs. So no sleep again for me tonight. I daren’t, cause this means I have to get up in time to allow myself two hours to get the ablutions and dressed done in time for me to catch the bus into Sherwood. He then rang the Age Concern about the room being cleared. Nothing was arranged, but he said they would get back to me in a week or so and let me know if they can do it and what it is likely to cost me.
Great help, thanks, Benjamin! 👍
Literally!
Surprised that the end car park mudslide was sizeable.
Computing.
arrived. She was doing the domestic as well, now that Denise has departed the job. Nice gal.
The Asda order arrived. Baking powder, bottles of water, tonic, soda, and some canned soups were unloaded, & put away.Aha, my favourite bikkies, they were on Special Offer! Some more eye pads for Blepharitis and dry eye conditions. Cleans glasses well, too. I did notice that the seasoned French Fries were on offer; so much off if you bought two packets. I decided not to, cause I didn’t know if I was even going to like them, so ordered just one packet… Or so my tormented ruled brain thought! I’d bought four packs! There was no way these were going to fit into my freezer! I went through the food and got rid of some short and the out-of-date food, to make room to get things in. I ended up dishing two of the four bags of chips! It took me ages, and was just about to take the bags to the chute when the District Nurse arrived. Had a job finding the plasters for covering the wounds, but she did in the end. Refitted the coverings, and we had a little natter, and, if I recall correctly, a laugh! Lovely!
After about three more hours of computing, the Oligarch’s failures stood at…
called for the evening visit. At the time, I was having a few twitchings and losses of balance. I just hope they clear up before I have to go for the Covid jab in the morning… Plllease! Had a little natter.
Thank heavens, a few scrawled notes and some photographs were available to try and create this diary in hopes that not too much will have been lost to my infected memory. Because this Sunday was one of the worst ever for two things… One: The vagueness, impreciseness, befuddlement, constant mental confusion, empty-headedness. TWO: The flaky face and legs may be due to Atopic Dermatitis Eczema, Eczema craquelé (generally only affects people over 70 years of age.) Neuro-Acne, Neurodermatitis, Dyshidrosis Dermitisis, Acne, Seborrheic Dermatitis, Nummular-Dermatitis, Xerotic Eczema, Stasis Dermatitis, Xerotic Eczema, and Papular Eczema, Which seems a likely suspect for my facial problems, and Stasis Dermatitis, for my legs? Yes, I’ve been Googling again. Hehe! I looked up the Craquelure (Eczema Craquelé): It can result from drying, shock, ageing, or a combination. (More Googling)
After rising nervously from the grip of the £300 second-hand shop bought, c1966, moth-eaten, bedraggled, cringingly-beige-coloured, grotty, dilapidated, crumb-containing from my nocturnal nibblings, bug-ridden, itch-inspiring, not working recliner, it was off to the wet room .
An awfully long time was spent in there this morning, too! With the cleaning up from the evacuation aftermath, with the concomitant pains accrued, from the bending to clean it all up, the splashes, spraying, and rebounds. The worst affected were , both knees & , & .
Where started. Perhaps a better word, and it was one too! 1) I’d struggled and somehow got both leg and ankle straps removed; that took me about 20 minutes to achieve. And will never be attempted again by yours indeed! Talk about pain; that’s not a strong enough word! 2) The teggie-cleaning took just two minutes. Stopping the gums from bleeding needed much longer. 3) Shaving. (I’ve used an old photo here, but the cuts were surprisingly similar.) The neck, cheek and chin were nicked with the four-blade-razor but were easily stopped with a splash of Brut stinging but effective Brut aftershave. (Can you see the eczema coming on? This photo was taken about 2 weeks ago). 4) were washed and medicated.
Germoloid Ointment was gently applied, with instant relief being the outcome. Phew! 5: Washing, then medicating poor little . I must get some more Germolene ordered! 6: Sounds like a simple job this next one – but Oh, No! Not with my regiment of ailments, it isn’t. Especially when trying to get a pair of the Morrisons PPs (Protection Pants) on. You see, my right leg has the , as well as the dodgy . The right leg (Well, they both are) is also gifted with a visa . Each foot had an . Socially-minded occupies each knee along with Cartilage girls Chloe & Carole. Naturally, there’s always, often more than once diurnally, , which can turn and off at will, confusing the brain completely – which tries to respond but does it with best guesses. I’m not kidding; there are times I’ve burnt a finger in the oven, and I felt nothing but could smell something burning (that would usually be a finger) until I looked at it, and the brain gets the message and passes it on to me about the pain, then it hurts like hell! Hahaha! I’d love to have a discussion with others who have PN. I read their letters on the HealthUnlocked site on the web. But have never read about anyone else getting this particular trait. I assume the diagnosis was right… but could it be something else I’ve got?
The sheer weight of the retaining fluids makes both limbs heavy to lift. PPs… Oh, I lost the plot there; I got carried away; sorry, I’m back to blogging. If I’d got a microphone in the wet room, you’d have heard a bit of cursing, arghing, and swearing as I struggled to get the pants on! But I did it!. 7: Then, just the slippers and dressing gown to get on. “Just,” he says! I moved into the front room to get the slippers on to be safer. Which proved to be an excellent idea! Until… : Using the long shoe horn, I manoeuvred the end into the slipper, and standing on the extra-dodgy right leg, moved the left foot towards the slipper… At the optimum time to get me over, I gave way, and down I went… but at this stage, I’d like to blow my own trumpet – which is not easy, cause I don’t have one, Haha! I was impressed with my taking the precaution of entering the front room now! I fell backwards into the c1966, £300, second-hand charity-shop bought, crumb-containing, odour-retaining, Harold’s Haemorrhoid-testing, nauseatingly beige coloured, non-working, virus-breeding recliner. That was better than going onto the floor! Mind you, started bleeding and had to be cleaned and medicated again.
That took me that long; the afternoon Carer arrived as I put on my dressing gown. I can’t tell how long it took me chronologically cause the battery in the wet room clock had died. I reckon it was close to three hours! I can’t go on like this without some further costly help.
Waste bags.
It’s a wickedly lousy shot of the end car park.
The front view is not good either. Tsk!
The last banana and the best of the bunch, bought from Iceland. Only 25% of it was bruised.
. Are these bits floating in the wee-wee extracted from the catheter day bag, parts of my Prostate?
Evening shot from the kitchen window.
Later, the sun disappears…
Oh, dear, the legs didn’t look too good this morning. (I just found the lost SD card). Right leg on the left and visa-versa. But betterer than yesterday!
One of Inchy’s famous mystery photos?
The end car park mudslide has nearly all gone.
Got a late meal. Of sorts, I just wasn’t interested much. I wanted much more to get some sleep in. Didn’t enjoy this one at all. The bin got most of it. My fault! Flavour-Rating: 2¼/10!
Washing the pots, and had to go for an early morning visit to the … . What a change from this morning?
Down into the £300 second-hand shop bought nine years ago, c1966, discomfiting, alarmingly beige-coloured, crumb-containing, TV remote hiding, not working recliner. In search of Sweet Morpheous!
But, No! A totally unexpected series of gurgles from the inners, and I groped my way out of the £300, second-hand, musty, Haemorrhoid Harold Testing, cringingly beige, crumb-covered, not-working, rickety recliner. Off to the wet room. En route, , right against the door corner and right into my There was no time for pain; the rear end was struggling to prevent a premature evacuation from occurring. Just as well, I didn’t stop. Even more amazingly… . Another reversal of evacuation modes? It beats me: what is going on?
Cleaned up and got my head down again… Soon drifted off, but not for long. The return of commencing his harassment, tugging at my guilt and errors… The Git!
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – I did find it, but it took me 12 minutes. Tsk! – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – Carer Richard informed me that the latest straps for are to be removed late at night and replaced in the mornings by the Carers; he then took them off for me. The compression socks underneath the straps are to be washed every two days. And , pads or whatever they will be, should arrive shortly, likely on Tuesday, Wednesday, or Thursday. There is no news from the Audio Centre about either of the appointments they are making for me to get the ear wax vacuumed out, and ears retested so they can calibrate both hearing aids for me on a third visit.
A phone call (On a Sunday? Oh, no, it’s Monday, innit!) from the QMC Hospital DVT Haematology Anticoagulation Clinic. They said I had missed my appointment… not that I can remember making one? In two weeks, you need to book in with your Doctor for an INR Blood Test. The Doctor has not taken a blood test for me in the last 6 months or longer? A carer said I am nearly out of day bags for my . Someone came up and had a search for some, but no luck. I am somewhat confused now. My In & Out of it spells today were numerous and worried me a smidgeon.
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Although it was a good start to the day, albeit later than usual. Excellent coloured urine in the night bag to greet me. Much better!
The two great-unwashed feet. I’ve got a leg strap under the Carer’s table ready to go on the right leg tomorrow if the wounds have healed sufficiently. The Nurse will be coming, hopefully, tomorrow. I made a mess of the first-morning view photograph taking.
A sad effort. From a tragic, aged, hand & limb-shaking Nottingham lad. Then I took this one of the kitchenette windows with the ledge reminiscent of Steptoe & Son’s from the 1970s television comedy. The white bit on the window is not the moon; it is a reflection of my . arrived. He looked tired out, bless him. He got the medications done and then got the black straps back on the left leg for me. We managed a little natter and a mutual moaning session. Hehe! Afterwards, I actually got the slippers on both feet! This is a Testament to the excellent job done by the convoluted leg strap assembling. Comfortably too! Thanks, Richard! I got the Carers & Nurses Treat Shelve topped up. Looks good now. I like to offer a nibble and or drinkie for them in thanks. I put the waste into one bag and put it near the front door in the hallway… which was a good idea cause I don’t have a back door. Hahaha!
I snapped this view of the late afternoon sky. Bootiful! I wonder if the streaks were contrails-from planes? Or maybe it was from the much-anticipated and awaited aliens investigating life on Earth? Back on the computer. Arrived. During this, it came to light that the instructions on the packaging of some creams were written and read: To Be Used Cutaneous Only! So I looked this up on Mr Google. “Cutaneously” means of, or relating to on the skin” As opposed to under the skin. So, now we know! I’m miles behind with the blogging again. But I saw and had to photograph this evening shot from the kitchen window. Some eerie patterning from hours ago still showed high in the sky. I got a simple meal prepared, some a simple man, me. Bacon bits were done in the oven, and two cheesy topped cobs were put in. Putting the last two mini croissants to eat after the bacon cobs. With frequent drippings into the lemon curd at hand. Tasty, too! It deserved this worthy Taste Rating of 8.2/10!
From yesterday. When waiting for the internet to come back on, I turned in the TV, and this procedure was on… A gigantic lymph thingy was growing on a chap’s back. Bit by bit, they kept on tugging out the growths. Then stitched up the hole. The evacuated pile! The man expressed his relief at getting rid of it. Now he can swim again on holiday! Good for him! – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – My Legs transformed into close to, or as normal as they have been for ages. The ulcer is itching like mad on the right ankle, but no real pain. Apart from when I scratch at it. Haha!
I took this first outside shot, through the kitchenette window, in ‘Through Glass’ mode using the camera. To get the raindrops on the glass. The flash activated, and some reflection must have been caught. Of what, I know not.
. Went onto the balcony, to see if the mudslide had begun with it raining. This was a decent shot. But, when I took a wide shot… . I seemed to take two at the same time, which is not possible, surely? Still, it looked sort of artistic.
This shot, (they were taken through the windows), caught how it looked to the eye.
Waste bags were assembled. Taken to the Hallway door.
Sainsbury’s order arrived. The driver put the stuff in carriers for me. I thanked him, and unpacked the things. Great! Got some Anusol for , and Savlon for the ankles and chaffs. Even got some olive oil for the ears at last! Bikkies & Marmite cashew nuts (These’ll test the teeth!). A Milk Roll loaf too. Other goodies: Lemon mousse, dried roasted onions, and liquid sea salt. Oven cook chips, and canned veg soup. I set about getting the meal prepared! By gum, it was a good one. Taste Rating: 8.2/10. The teeth hurt after eating up. Tsk!
Nurse Nicole rang while was here. She asked if I’d like them to arrange for a ‘Social Prescription’ for me. (Said Kara who was on the phone for me). She said it was for Social Contacting and would be arranged for someone to ring me. Confused! I replied yes please, and Kara passed on the message.
Spent hours on blogging, but the lack of sleep… well, I’d not had any last night at all, forced me to stop, and just sit myself down again in the recliner, in anticipation of a good kip!
An hour later… Carer Benjamin arrived. Evening medications, eye drops administered, Peptac, and he checked the taps and oven for me, before checking . I soon nodded off again.But not for long; I sprang awake and could hear a clattering noise from the flat above. I believe that she/he may have dropped something. I pondered on getting dressed and calling at the flat to see if they were alright… But I heard other noises; one was plainly a walking stick falling and came from another area of the ceiling. I assume things were okay up there. They or he or she, is always making loud noises, late at night sometimes. But, with my tumbles and droppages bothering those in the flat below me, I take in my stride now. Getting back to sleep was not an option, as I tried to, and unfortunately started on at me. I was relieved, when blared from the door chime, and in came . Painkillers, eye drops and the night pouch attached, and off home he went. Haha!
I tried once again to get some sleep catch-up. It was not a successful effort. Constantly almost bursting awake so often, I gave up at 03:30hrs and started another day. Of which, I anticipate will be another one of frustration-ridden mishaps, and, as warned by my EQ: Whoopsiedangleplops, Accifauxpas, hurdles, harassments, hassles, hopelessness, hindrances, hitches, handicaps, headaches, and negative aspects to cope with.
It’s being so cheerful that keeps me going, you know!
