What bits I can remember, Are we still in December? I’m feeling slow and dumber… Indeed, the body is getting plumper…
I’m out of my comfort zone… Yet, to joyfulness, I’m prone? Nowt’s changed, still home alone? Gone deaf, can’t hear the phone! Eyesight bad, moan, moan, moan! Can it be due to my testosterone? The computer is like a battle zone! And I can’t find my mobile phone!
I still feel unbothered, most macabre? Constantly talking to myself, jibber-jabber! Had no drink, I should be sober! Memory Maureen failing… whencever, Is it the Hemp, Simvastatin, whatever?
I spent 8+ hours on the snippet blog new, Endless mistakes, all needing a review… The night Carer arrived, she had the blues… I’d not planned food… sausage or a stew? Still upbeat… I asked her for a pas de deux! She replied: ‘You know what you can do!”
I finished the new blog; it was mostly crime… Then again, Nottingham’s news is all the time! Got a meal late, morning time, but that’s fine! Got around to doing this blog’s design… The notepad… I just couldn’t find!
Saturday I can only blame Dementia Doreen… Cocking things up, behind the scene… The computers got a wobbly screen! Cartilage Cathies pain… I want to scream… Yet things are going like a dream? Well, no! So many cock-ups, unforeseen, Dropped and broke, my little green tureen! New pains arrive around the spleen… Laundry returned, more creased than it’s ever been! Yet I’m singing to myself? It’s almost obscene! Cataracts! I can hardly see the flatscreen! I’m losing it… is life just a smokescreen? I was unbothered, almost contented, serene? I’m as lackadaisical as a circumforanean… I’m clinging onto semi-sanity, it would seem? I blame Dementia Doreen, I deem!
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Friday
What Bits I Can Recall
Well, I’ve found page one of the reminder notes. I’m so unbothered at the moment, still don’t know why I feel this way or how long it will be before the Dracula Depression returns. What’s going on here? Have I been given a ‘Happy Pill’ or something? It seems yesterdays ‘Couldn’t-care-less’ scenario is still with me?
The ghosts, wraiths, spectres, apparitions, and other grotesqueries haunt the hallways and lobbies. Worry and confuse me! Searching for Inchcock, to create ambiguities, abstrucities, perplexities, misfortunes and botherations, to scare… No, it’ll be down to Doreen’s Dementia! I can only put it down to the mysteries of Winwood Heights.
Luckily, I’d been taking many photographs, and even luckier, I managed after a frustrating battle with the computer’s SD card reader and got them loaded to use here. Although some of them I can’t remember taking.
That’s another thing, why am I not bothered about this! Surely I should be?
This is not, or is it, from Friday cause I seem to recall that the red van-man was parked back in his favourite illegal position on the chevrons? A good start, that is! Hey-Ho! I vaguely remember going onto the balcony to take this photograph, obviously using the Fuji camera, because of its shape, of the end car park… but no, on second thoughts, another cock-up I’ve made.
Not sure as to why I took this shot of the computer desk in the dark. I know I was having troubles uploading the photos, and the icons had all changed size of their own accord? Harrumphs!
Annoyingly and frustratingly, I’d mentioned much in the notes I found to trigger any memories. Tsk! Total blank, but I’m sure it was Helen! I think it was Carer Helen who called in the morning.
I think I got the icons back up, but not to what size they were; they are mentioned in the notes. As if the farce with trying to get the photos loaded from the card, and my giving up on the job. (I tried again in the morning and got the on! Yee-Haa! There was a lot of scribble concerning me making tea and dropping the mug, but catching it before it hit the floor and getting my fingers scolded a little. Hehe! I wondered why they hurt a smidgeon this morning; now I know.
I took a shot of the morning skyline, and, according to the notes, I thought it was beautiful despite the gag colouring?
The more exciting thing was as I was closing the window’s door, I inadvertently caught the button on the Fuji camera and took a shot through the bottom glass. Hahaha! It came out better than any photo taken.
A mention of kicking off early with the clattering and tap-tapping was read. How I could have heard it with the state of my era-holes is surprising. It must have been loud?
SYS 158, DIA 69, Pulse 95 and the body temperature was 34.5°c.
Made an order for J Sainsbury’s for next weekend. And ordered some t-shirts and something else… I’ll have a look to see what it was… Ah, pyjama bottoms.
Out of memory notes now. Good job too. I took some photos. I definitely can remember making up the Local News Snippets block; a scribble on the bottom of the one-sheet left indicated 8 hours, but carried onto the missing sheets; I think that is how long I was doing them!
I found another mystery photo I cannot recall taking, let alone why? However, the computer is not on. (See that? How quick I was to notice that? Hahaha!) It looks like it’s teatime ish, cause the lights going. It might have been when I gave up on blogging. Or not, maybe, perhaps, possibly…
I can recall a little later taking some pictures of the early sunsetting. Boy, did these take some sorting in the morning to get on here. However, just about worth the effort, although not brilliant at all. I think I took them over ten minutes while cooking the belated nosh.
Then eventually, I got the meal served up. It doesn’t look much appearance-wise, but I did enjoy this vegetarian effort for a change. Baked potatoes with butter, a leek onion and something else, I forget what it was now… ah, potato pie. Tomatoes and fresh garden peas. I can remember them cause I left them in the pan when I was about to start eating the meal. So went back and salvaged them. Put them on the plate and took this snap. Flavour Rating: 7.2/10, methinks.
As I went into the kitchenette to wash up, I was greeted by the now really beautiful sunsetting!
I hastened to get the Canon camera, and I returned to take these pictures of it.
Glad I caught this.
I washed the pots and stove and settled into the £300, second-hand, c1968, second-hand, c1968, Charity shop-bought, eyesorely-horrendously grungy coloured, haemorrhoid-testing, unfit-for-use, not working, recliner.
The Thought-Storm thundered into action as soon as I got my feet up. Yet whatever it was that was making so content and unannoyable today were still at it. And I just put the TV on to watch a murder documentary, and at first, no, the second set of averts… Zzz!
Saturday
Ode To The Saturday Blues
Enough of this mad scriptitation…
Nobody reads it much in the entire nation…
It’s turning me to zombification…
Though, I feel it is my vocation…
My mind’s losing its location…
Sometimes, it’s a mental violation,
Turning my brains into vegetation!
I’m going bonkers… I need no verification…
My sanity needs another health evaluation,
Mayhaps, a cannabis vaccination?
Or, a trip to the seaside, on vacation?
I really need a cataracts diagnostician…
Psychiatrist, urologist and an acoustician,
I’m in desperate need of a mortician,
Or someone to explain; mankind’s declension? Oh! I need the Porcelain Thrones’ attention…
I woke with a double whammy of ailments; I think that’s what woke me up. Still, it made a nice change from being woken up by Arthur Itis, Cathy Cartilage, Anne Gyna or Duodenal Donald. And plus as well, they both claimed down within a few minutes! Oh, I forgot to tell what they were, Tsk!
I’d got the camera nearby, so I took a one-handed snap of it – Clever stuff! Well, alright, it wasn’t clever then! Hehehe! I’d got Colin Cramps distorting my right-hand something wicked.
Oh, Dearie me! The Blood Pressure was well up this morning. The body temperature was still low. SYS 169, Dia 73 and Pulse at 90. But was I bovvered? Nope! This feeling that lingering… it must be what it feels like when on dope? Har-Har!
I had three goes at stringing the ear-holes again today. But still used the olive oil in between. I fear it’s not helped an iota with the hearing, Tsk! Still, in the odd uncaring mood I’ve been in lately, it didn’t get to me?
He was on form today. Considering that there will have been many noises I didn’t hear, there were dozens of times I did hear him due to my wax build-up. He’s consistent; I’ll give him that. He’s also an
Carer Helen Did the morning call. Ah! I remember she’d brought the washed laundry back for me. I found it all screwed up again, crammed into the bag! I think I might as well ask cleaner Esther to do the washing; she folds the clothes for me, saves ironing, and uses the freshener and softener supplied. I’m not blaming Helen at all, whoever it was that took the washing out of the dryer, should be spoken to nicely, and asked if she could fold the clothes for me, in future, please. This still irritated me even in the odd uncaring mood I’ve been in lately.
I worked on this blog between wee-wees (Hahaha!) I checked on the Amazon tracker to see if the hats and jammie-bottoms would be coming tomorrow, as it said on the site when I ordered them.
Bobble hats coming tomorrow, T-Shirts on the 9th or 20th, and the much-needed jammie-bottoms on Monday (the 7th, I think). Still, in the odd uncaring mood I’ve been in lately, it didn’t irk me?
Got some photos to upload, but many of them were not recognised by the card reader? Still, in the odd uncaring mood I’ve been in lately, it didn’t irk me?
Off to the Porcelain Throne. The past three days of rock-hard torpedoes have changed overnight to rock-hard peanuts in a melange of running liquid and mucus based discharge. Unbelievable! And it still hurt to pass that? Still, in the odd uncaring mood I’ve been in lately, it didn’t bother me.
My tea-belly had returned! Got the ‘Snippets’ blog finished off and posted it. Then worked on this double-diary blog for many hours; I just pressed on with it, continuing to make errors, mistakes and forever making a brew of Glengettie, Thompsons Punjana and Sainsbury’s Extra-Strong tea in that order throughout the rest of the day.
As it got nearer to 18:00hrs, I kept the curtains open so that in case the sunset was pretty again, I would get some photographs of it, again. Which I did! Hehe! And boy, was it gorgeous tonight!
I took these pictures over about 15 minutes from the kitchenette window. Gorgeous!
I nipped into the wet room to get some more bleach for when I’d made a mess cooking the meal later…
Boy, did I clout Cathy Cartilages’ knee on the doorframe, coming out… Yes, I did! It hurt! A suitable synonym would be ‘ARGH! I thought I’d seek some sympathy from the ladies out there, so I took a photo of the offending knee cap, intending to inspire compassion from the ladies, but it came out wrong. I expected the picture to show how painful, swollen and bruised the knee looked… But, No! Despite the agony, I can’t see any damage to it at all? Another plan foiled… Haha! Still, in the odd uncaring mood I’ve been in lately, it didn’t agitate me?
I’d forgotten about the evening Carers’ visit. Whatta-plonka! Time to get the fodder sorted, I thought.
♫ The Oh, Susan ♫ tune chimed out, and in walked my evening Carer. It was Chloe. I knew what her name was, the very moment she answered me when I asked her what it was. Ahem! I meant to ask her if I could take her picture to use on the blog, but puddle-brain here forgot to! She was a pleasant gal, not pushy, and after sorting the medications out, she gave me a minute or two natterings. Treats were chosen, and off Chloe went, taking the waste bag with her to the chute; I thank you! A Sociable Carer like Chloe is always welcomed. Bless her.
Worked on the blog, then got the nosh sorted out. Cut up a selection of orange, yellow and black Natoora tomatoes and got some of the Squid (anchovy) vinegar on them; I wasn’t sparing!
End up with this meal served up. Potato cakes (Seasoned), fresh garden peas, tomatoes and a beef pastie. I got tucked into it but did not enjoy it as I should have. I may have been a little too tired?
Gone midnight again before I got my head down, and the jumping awakes were back with me. Grumph!
The body woke, and immediately appreciated that I can only remember waking up four times! Much better sleep!
The brain failed to fully engage! For I somehow found myself in the spare room sorting out the bag for Independent Living Coordinator, Warden, and desk-top dancer, Obersturmbannfuhreress Deana. Wondering why I’d done this before having a wee-wee or even putting the kettle on to make a brew of tea confused me. (Doreen?)
I had a wee-wee and checked on Little Inches fungal lesion (itching a bit). But it was not bleeding, I just cleaned things up and applied some teeth-grindingly painful ointment to the affected area. Argh!
Thought I was going to make a brew of tea… found myself topping up the Treats-Shelf instead? It was obvious to me, plainly, that Vascular Dementia Doreen was going to be in charge of things today! I could do nothing about choices until things calmed down from her. Which, thank heavens, they did shortly after I’d made a brew of JS Red Label Extra Strong tea. But Doreen’s attentions were mentally crippling at times today. So annoyingly so, as well.
Went to make a brew and took this photo of the dark, dank morning view.
The SYS was not too bad. Pulse at 90, up a bit.
Humph! I did drop the darned BP machine as I was putting it away! Tried it out again, nervous of it being buggered, but it worked okay. Used the Chinese (Hong Kong) made by Shenzhen Relee Electronic & Technology Co. Ltd™, contactless thermometer. The surface temperature read as 34.5°c. A bit higher this time. Good!
I got settled on the computer for a slow, challenging, frustrating session on the Local Snippets blog. Not much went right the first time, and much correctionalisationing was needed. But then again, this is the usual scenario nowadays.
05:45hrs: As I got up to go for a wee-wee, right-loud clunking noises came from the flat above! I think Herbert must have had an Accifauxpa of his own. Didn’t bother me, mind; I was up anyway. I don’t think it was loud enough to be heard by anyone else who might have been trying to sleep. Not that the sanctified, consecrated, uncommunicative, ascetic, aloof, sniffy Herbert would be bothered.
Around 06:00hrs, I spotted the moon through the balcony doors, peeping through the thick clouds. So I searched and found the Canon camera, which I’d left on top of the microwave, and spent some time taking many snaps of the moon. Determined to try and get some decent ones this time.
I think I took about ten photographs of the planet in total, but these four were the only ones that came out fairy acceptablyish. At least, I hope so.
Back to the computer and blogging. However, things WordPress-wise came to an end for a while; why?
Fries salary has since been increased to $23 million!
The landline flashed and rang. It was from Natalie of the Health 7 Social Care team, called Meridian. To explain to me that they (Meridian) had had another no show, and my Carer should arrive by 09:00hrs. Nay fuss! Fair enough, at least they let me know.
When $23m salaried Liberty-Global, number-crunching, mist and mirrors boss Mike Fries, Virgin Media got the connection back, I pressed on making errors after mistakes on the blog. After a couple of hours, the card reader failed to identify the SD card reader… Grumph!
Eventually, my trial and error, or the computer did it on its own, the reader was loaded. I stopped doing the blog, and I caught up with other things. Email reading and replying. WordPress reader, then comments. Then on Facebooking.
Carer Elena arrived and looked after me in a caring and attentive way. (I loved that! Hehehe!) She had been called out to cover for the absentee. Elena Took the waste bags to the shute on her way out for me.
I got the blog done and posted and began the Local Snippets one. However…
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Gnash! Groggleturds! Gorblimey Crap!
To done-in mentally to do any more blogging now. I got the ablutions tackled. Aye… Worra good session it wor! One little cut shaving, a very minor toe-stubbing, and no falls, walking into anything either! Medicated, refreshed, into the new PPs, night attire donned, and off to get summat to eat.
Deana called on me, and we had a mini-chinwag.
The thud, thudding started from above, so at least I know Herbert hasn’t snuffed it. Shame!
My only success of the day… Cheesy baked potatoes and sausages. Sound like nothing special? But I altered the recipe I usually use to make these treats this time.
Take the grated cheese out of the fridge an hour before needed. Best do it after starting the oven going.
Clean whole potatoes in a not too hot oven (180°), Part of the secret here, cooked at this lower temperature, but for longer. Top and bottom of oven selected.
The cheese, preferably Red Leicester, or any strong cheddar into a large basin. Put the cheese in this, then sprinkle some anchovy or distilled vinegar into the dish.
Add a good-sized knob of best butter.
After at least an hour and a half (according to the size of the spuds), check to make sure the potatoes are really soft with a semi crispy husk. (If unsure, you can sprinkle water on the spuds as you put them in the oven to cook).
Remove the pots when nice and soft inside, and cut them each in half on your chopping board.
Remember, once the oven is empty, turn the temperature up to 220°.
At this stage, expect burnt fingers, and be prepared to make a mess…
Save the skins to one side.
Spoon out the flesh into the pre-prepared basin and cheese. (You may need to apply Germolene to your fingers afterwards).
Mix well with a fork to start with. Then changes to a spoon. When you are content that you’ve ironed out any lumpy bits…
Spray the inner of the half-husks with a bit of vinegar or oil of your choice.
Load up the husks with the bashed-up potato-cheese mixture, in fact, overfill them a smidgeon, and press down with a spoon.
Then run a fork over the top of spuds so that they will brown off crisply and easily.
Get them back into the oven, and expect them, if medium-sized, to take 20 minutes to half an hour. But keep checking cause different varieties take different times to cook and brown off.
Traditionally, you can now treat any burns gather the many clumps and splashes of potatoes bits and cheese from the floor, cupboards and your clothing.
Once you are happy with the colouring to your taste of burntness of the half-potatoes, all you have to do is remove them and resist eating any before they get onto the plate!
Wunderbar!
Serving Suggestion wot I dun last week
I got settled in the recliner, and blissfully I fell asleep. Ah, nice!
“♫ Oh, Susana… ♫ rang out, and Carer Valerie came in. Couldn’t really have a natter as such cause she was on her mobile most of the time. But she granted me some time eventually. Hehe! Thanked her with some treats, and off she trundled. ♥
No messy tonight. I got the head down after Valerie had departed and remembered to take the Hemp capsule. It was lovely drifting off. I only woke up about for times, marvellous!
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Thursday 17th February 2022
Only a few wakings up during the night. I’m well pleased with that, but, on the fifth…
I more or less sort of bolted into wakefulness. Full of misapprehension, a muddled state of mind, and in desperate need of a wee-wee! Don’t know why I mentioned it now. Although it’s been this way for over a week now…
I worked out who and where I was as I tumbled out of the £300, second-hand, c1968, charity shop-bought, eyesorely-horrendously grungy coloured, haemorrhoid-testing, unfit-for-use, not working, recliner, and had wobbled like Charlie Chaplin to the wet room. I’m not sure why I did not use the NWWB (Nocturnal-Wee-Wee-Bucket); it would have been so much quicker?
Despite Bladder-Barry insisting that I needed a wee-wee so badly, things did not flow very easily. I waited patiently and could almost feel the flow coming from the innards… girded my loins as felt it invade Little Inchy… and a pathetic trickle evacuated, that was so painful! Aha, another infection! I wondered if I had any of the tablets left from the last one… but lost my train of thought when an instant need of the Porcelain Throne arrived; at the perfect moment while I stood above it… I thought.
Oh, dear, similar trouble as the wee-weeing? I got sat down, thinking things were going to erupt from the rear-end. I was still there ten minutes later, having a go at the crossword puzzle. Nothing much was moving much at all…
Then, an explosion of gas had burst free! Obviously, I didn’t see it, but I got the feeling that it had caused ripples on the water in the bowl. Instant relief of the pains! Within seconds a mammoth, rock-solid torpedo slowly, very slowly forced its way out, hitting the water before it was entirely out of the bum?
There was no discomfort with it at all? AS I stood up, the stool moved, and splash and clunk were heard… well, I think they did. No mess whatsoever. Mind you, there wouldn’t have room alongside that missile!
Got a good wash and beclothed my body. I went to make a brew of tea. I’m not sure what I did with the camera, but the photo I took of the morning view came out really vivid. I mean, it was around three o’clock in the morning; how did the Canon camera create light when it wasn’t there? Then I remembered dropping the camera last time I used it… argh… I wonder if it’s damaged? I’ll take shots of the Health Checks in a bit, see if the camera is okay this time. Or, did I change some setting when I retrieved the thing from the floor? I’m talking to myself again!
I went to get a duster to clean the computer screen and saw that the moon was appearing through the smallest hole in the dark clouds.
So I skedaddled and got the Canon camera post-haste and back to the kitchenette.
I had to photograph them quickly, cause I could see the clouds enveloping them all the time I was focussing.
One of the pictures came out in a different size to the others? I now have to assume that I broke something in the Canon when I dropped it on my foot yesterday?
Or is it me?
My progress on blogging has never been harder work than it is today. I am so frustrated.
I suppose with getting up early and the kerfuffle with the wee and Throne, added to the semi-confused state of my mind… this must have affected me in some way? Or am I just waffling again?
The care arrived after 07:0ohrs. The new gal, who is so confident. Kiya, I think, or maybe not. She spent a while chatting with me, trying to settle me, I guess. She also recognised I was not like my usual self. Damned good that, after just three visits. ♥
I spent a lot of time doing the header and top graphic. Got them done in CorelDraw and put them onto this blog… Then, realised I’d put the wrong dates on both of them… Gragnangles! It cost me another hour or more to get them amended and reposted!
Aha, I’ve not done the Health Checks yet! So I did them. Started with blood pressure taking. The figures looked okay to me.
Then on the temperature taking. Which was getting higher at last. Apparently, 35°c is my minimum target, they tell me. It’s the closest it’s been for a long time now. Jolly good show, eh?
I found on the SD card a photo I took earlier from the kitchenette window. Forgetting things and getting confused is the mark of the devil; Vascular Dementia Doreen!
Did I mention she’s moved in?.
I just had a visit from Dizzy Dennis. One of the instant jobs. I’m going to get off of blogging now, and get a sit-down, and try to do nowt for a while, Thought Storms permitting.
I made a meal of sorts, potatoes, a small microwave BBQ burger, and a lemon cheesecake. Nowt fancy, but I needed rest and sleep so much by then. Still, I did enjoy it, such as it was. Taste-Rating: 7.5/10.
Washed the fodder things and got down in the £300, c1968 recliner. Mind confused and so tired, and within minutes I was off visiting Sweet Morpheus… and dreaming with it.
Half-an-hour later, ♫ Oh Susana ♫ rang out as the Carer entered the flat. Carer Fria Freestone, at least I think it was. Fria soon got the medications sorted in a matter of fact way; she chose her treat; drink (Tequila) and nibble (Easter egg), and was soon off, bless her.
I checked the flat for anything not safe. Taps etc., and got back down in the recliner. At first, I struggled to get back to sleep, but thoughts of Jillie arose, and I was soon off once more into the land of Nod! Hoping to stay that way for once… I’ll see!
Did you see that? I even got the year wrong! Dementia Doreen at work?
I woke up this morning (Sunday) not feeling giddy… Because I’d had a better sleep? Definitely! I’d woke up over the night, just six times, you see, Many of my ailments were not bothering me! Hard to believe it’s my unlucky Sunday!
But, things felt wrong, different, most notably… The dreaded Hum, so much louder than ever, unfamiliar… My nerve-ends continued with their uncontrollability, But with other pains not here, that’s almost a triviality, Although the eyes were terrible, cataractically!
If I get a Carer call, with they show uncongeniality? I shall try today to be calm and avoid perversity… Contain my nit-picking, self-loathing, and animosity… I’m too nervous about claiming I can have unflappability, Dementia Doreen gives the brain ungovernability, She changes my mood so quickly… The audacity!
Saturday
Saturday was a daymare! The eyes delayed all I tried to do. Not that I tried to do much, other than blogging, for over eleven hours in total. I was up from 02:40hrs in the morning until 21:00hrs at night! Computerisationing the majority of the time. Cataracts Kathleen, Peripheral Neuropathy Pete, occasionally bothered further by Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley and Dizzy Dennis.
I created a Local News Snippets blog (now finally finished off and posted this morning, Sunday). You would not believe the mistakes, errors and messes I got myself into! Nothing else much was done at all. I did find some photographs on the SD card that prompted memories of Saturday if I can recall. Here they are with notes I’m part guessing at about them. Not many. And they may be our order chronologically, on Saturdays, sorry.
These sunset shots were, I believe, from Friday night. The first two in sequence, I have caught some Crows that had just broken up from a murder in the treetops to the right of the picture.
They were fully grown adults, judging by their sizes of them. In the second picture, I caught two of them. They were flying away from the flats at the time. I remember being surprised that I could recognise them.
The following two nights, the sunsets were hardly noticeable. But these ones, I thought, were so beautiful, even with muted colours (Is that the right word? I mean, not as vivid as it is sometimes).
I took just the higher part of the sky in the last photo, and I zoomed in an iota. The seemingly pink cloud amidst the blue-grey ones was so pretty to me. Mother Nature at her finest! ♥
I first utilised the A&D Medical Supplies, made in China Blood Pressure Monitor. Cor Blimey! Yet another near-perfect result. I believe I assumed a Smug-Mode!
The rest of the day was a bit of horror. Really frustrating and depressing for this non-compos-mentis, mentally & physically deranged, ailing old Inchcock. I fear the time is rapidly approaching when I’ll no longer be capable of blogging. Although Vascular Dementia Doreen sees to be affecting me more nowadays. If cataracts, glaucoma and saccades are ever repaired, that could be a life-saver…
Many hours later, I got the nosh prepared. Which also seemed to take an inordinately long time to do. I think it was through my depression and frustration, but I couldn’t eat much of the meal, despite it being tasty enough. A decent 7.5/10 for flavour content.
Washed the pots, had a wash and put the TV on to watch my favourite ‘Heartbeat’ two back-to-back episodes. Naturally, I fell asleep at the first set of advertisements that came on. Humph!
The ♫ Oh, Susana ♫ tune of the door chime rang out and woke me up. Carer Valerie arrived.
It was only about ten minutes into the second episode of ‘Heartbeat’, so I thought I’d watch that one. I was wrong! Nodded-off again. Woke to want a wee-wee, and ‘Hetty Wainthrop’ was starting on the box – Oh, good! I thought, had my painful slow trickling wee-wee, washed my hands and settled to watch Hetty… Zzz!
Amazingly, I slept through for about four hours, lovely! Then the waking up with a jolt started again! Can’t win them all!
SUNDAY
With six sudden awakenings since around midnight, on this seventh one, I stayed up. I had to get up for Porcelain Throne duties anyway. Off to the wet room…
Rushing to get to the Throne, I misjudged the gap again. I walloped my right shoulder against the doorframe. There were some bits of bleeding from Harold’s Haemorrhoids. Nothing too serious, though.
Expecting a messy evacuation again, I had a go at the crossword after getting seated. But didn’t have time to do many clues. The evacuation was a slow job, that needed a fair bit of pushing input from me. Not awfully painful, just uncomfortable. This I put down to Harold’s Haemorrhoids. This is a strange day!
It seemed I’d got out of the right side of the bed this morning? Despite the painful Whoopsiedangleplops and Accifauxpas, I was singing away to myself as I washed and oiled the earholes? In fact, I was rather upbeat in my thoughts, too! Well, well! This is a strange day!
Josie last week
Cleaned up and got changed into the day clothes. I remembered that I’d not put the laundry away from yesterday yet. So, I did.
I went to sort the prepping for Josies’ Sunday lunch. All foods to hand, and I got the chilli with some extra beans in the pan. Added the mushrooms, crispy bacon pieces, chestnuts, and diced in some tomatoes. Mild chill and BBQ seasoning, a splash of anchovies sauce, and tomatoes puree. All ready to tackle later on for the gal.
The Chinese (Hong Kong) made by Shenzhen Relee Electronic & Technology Co. Ltd™, contactless thermometer, had a better reading than yesterday too! A good bit higher.
The ♫ Oh, Susana ♫ tune burst forth, I thought at first, with no one coming in, it was the Iceland Delivery, and someone had let him in, but no! It was the new Carer, Kiya. She has a bouncy, outgoing nature; it seems like she’s done the job before to me. Quick-witted, sharp, communicative, and very pretty! Kiya got the job done, we had a laugh or two, she’s sleeping very well at the moment, she said. Treated her to the nibble-treats, and off she went with a cheery farewell. I didn’t realise until later that she had not taken the three bags of waste with her. Humph!
The intercom flashed and rang… and I heard in the other room. This is a strange day!
The deliver chappie arrived at the door; he looked a smidge down in the mouth.
So after he’s put the bags into the hallway for me, I treated him to a can of his choice (Cider), thanked him, and got them into the kitchenette for sorting out.
There were two substitutes and four missing items. At least the substitutes sent were alright for me for once. The big bag of potatoes looked fresh, I thought…
I utilised the picker-upperer. And this one is one of the better, stronger ones. But it only just managed to lift the weight of the extremely heavy cheese-topped cobs! As I knocked the cheesy cobs off the trolley, they made a thudding sound as they hit the floor! Blimey, they were weighty!
Got the fresh strawberries delivered as well. One each for Josie, Flora and Richard. Not sure if the ladies name is Flora, it might be Flo Francis? Anyway, she lives in flat 8. I’ll take it down for her later on. (What the heck is her name?)
The Walls microwave sausages are for me; I’ve three packets in x6. Four sausages and baked beans flavoured with chilli, BBQ and Worcester sauce is the plan for tonight. Of course, then there is the challenge of breaking the cheesy rolls to dunk in the juice. I could well injure myself judging by how hard they are. Thanks, Iceland! I might use the drill on them?
Took a break and replied to emails and comments. Lovely one from HRH Lisa and comments from Billum.
Then I got Josie’s meal ready. I gave her some extras for Easter. A little egg, a chocolate bar, and her favourite can of plonk. I also handed over half of my strawberries in a separate bag.
Then I took the waste bags out to the chute room. And, I’d like to add (Smug Mode Assumed!); totally without any Accifauxpas or Whoopsiedangleplops! No trapped fingers, no walking into anything, no visits from either Dizzy Dennis or Shaking Shaun!
I’ve just come to the following line in the blog reminder pad. I’m curious to know what the heck this is on the left here; it is supposed to indicate for me to remember? Looks like 3 40ging? It’s beyond me! Mind you, I’m not surprised. I can’t even see what I’m writing, let alone read or see the subtitles on the TV.
Then I found this picture I’d missed from the SD card. It is sad, innit?
Vascular Dementia Doreen is active again, I see! I think I took this one earlier today when I got out of the wet room. On the other hand, it could be from yesterday… any day, any month…
Spent more hours doing the blog, then took the strawberries down to… ah, I think her name might be Doris? Anyway, she seemed to like them, bless her.
My next plan… get the bangers and beans done for my nosh. I found out what I thought I’d bought, Cheese topped rolls, turned out to be Tiger rolls. That’s why they were so heavy. Humph!
The beans and sausages were a bit of a disappointment, I fear. The baked beans tasted so different to what I anticipated? The little pots I made pots of mandarins in orange juice and some black grapes for dessert were excellent! Overall, a Taste Rating of 6.5/10.
Did the washing up and sat to watch an old film on the goggle-box. Fell asleep at the first commercial break. Woken well over an hour later, by the new Carer gal, Kiya looming over me asking if it’s alright if she puts the light on. Hehehe! She’d not pressed the door chime. I wish she would have, I mean… I could have been in physical rapture with a young lady on the carpet… Well, okay, not that then! Hahaha!
Kiya was in a good mood tonight. We had a little natter and laughed after doing the medications given. She stayed close by while I took them to check that none had come out through a big gap that used to be filled by teeth.
Off she trotted with a treat in thanks, and I had a wee-wee, washed, got into the night attire and back to the second-hand, £300, c1968, overwhelmingly-sickeningly beige coloured, tatty, uncomfortable, wobbly-recliner.
I spotted a blue tablet on the floor. Only Warfarin tablets are blue. So, it seems I had dropped or regurgitated a tablet after all? That was with two of us watching? Bit of a mystery here?
Around 03:10hrs, I woke for the umpteenth time – I urgently needed to utilise the Porcelain Throne. Again, as I got up quickly, Dizzy Dennis visited me, but I didn’t fall back into the rickety recliner this morning. That must have pleased Harold’s Haemorrhoids; it did me, that Germoloid Cream is not cheap, you know!) However, I stubbed my right big toe on the doorframe going into the wet room… Which is better than clouting my shoulder on the doorframe!
Unfortunately, the evacuation was another loose, splotchy, messy affair. But not as bad as yesterday morning. I withheld going into a Smug-Mode, all the same.
Back to the main room. And as I got some clothes on, I chatted with my family, of fun furries. (Sweetly supplied my HRH Lisa, in the USA♥). They and even I seemed in a decent mood for once.
I got the kettle on and went to do the sphygmomanometerisationing, etc. The temperature first came out at 34.4°c. 93.92°f. I checked on Mr Google, who told me: “Hypothermia is a dangerous drop in body temperature below 35C (average body temperature is around 37°c). It’s a medical emergency that needs to be treated in the hospital! I really can’t understand this? I’ve been in the 34°c areas for over a week now, but no Health personnel have said anything? I wonder if I’ve got it wrong somehow? Hey-Ho! Confusion Conrad with me again. Did the Blood Pressure next. SYS 151, Dia 73 and Pulse 68. I’ll check these on the NHS site. Back in a bit…
Message back: A blood pressure reading of 151/73 indicates Stage 1 Hypertension (high blood pressure). Well, the Doctor knows about this, whether she’s bothered or not, I don’t know. I’m on tablets for high BP… I’ll check again… I found it; the Ramipril is for BP; should I take an extra one… or not? Oh, dearie me! One day last week, my BP was 171/65, but I didn’t feel poorly. The last thing I need is another stroke. Mind you, I’m not all the tickled pink with losing my eyesight and teeth. The hearing is virtually gone, anyway. Innit a life! I olive-oiled the ear-holes. Phorpain gelled the knees.
But I refused to wash or medicate Little Inchies fungal lesion with the darned, Oh sp painful Daktacort. This obviously is because it’s as disheartening as owt I’ve had! And my being a namby-pamby sissy, left it until later. Tsk!
I nearly made a cock-up, and took one of the capsules from Amazon that Esther said help you sleep better. They work for her brother, I think she told me. I got two bottles, one for Carer Richard, who mentioned when I told him of my waking up at night lately that he is suffering the same thing. But we must not take any in the morning, just at night to help us stay nodded-off! Har-har! Nice to be able to help out with him being a good lad.
I made a start on finishing yesterdays blog and got it done eventually. Then tried to make an order for J. Sainsbury’s. But the system was down again. Humph! Had to use Iceland. Ultra limited choice and crazy substitutions are their forte.
Started the template graphics for today’s post, and “Oh, Susana” chimed away as Carer Richard came in! The poor lad had his leg collapse on him last night, get strain and bruising. But, I cheered him up a smidgeon by giving him his CBD Hemp tablets I’d bought for us both to try. A tube of pain gel for his leg. A bottle of spring water, an Easter egg, and a can of plonk. He definitely left happier than he arrived; bless him. Don’t think I’ll see him until the following Monday now.
Richard departed sooner than Herbert kicked off with his tapping and banging. On and off all morning, but not too bad.
I got the kettle on and went back into the balcony to see the end car park parking. As near as I could tell, it looked just like yesterdays snap did? Have I made another cock-up. Whoopsiedangleplop or error? Yes, there is a difference twixt these maladies. Haha!
Back to the kitchen, I made a brew of Glengettie tea and had four chocolate biscuits with it at the computer as I pressed on, slowly getting the blog prepared. I made the top graphic for Bill and Lisa. I hope they like it. Oh, and took this photo above of the dank morning view.
I hope it doesn’t rain and make walking difficult for Richard with his leg – mind you, it would be more difficult perambulating without it. Hehehe! I am a fool!
Good heavens! Where’s the time gone to? It’s 14:00hrs already!
Better make a start on the Local news section then…!
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Animals! Back in a bit, but not happy with the first Snippet at all. Better have a perusal of the YourArea newsletter and get a few graphicalisations to use…
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I am really pissed off with myself now!
I got a rattling shake from Peripheral Pete as I was typing… the keyboard was knocked to the floor via the waste bin. I retrieved it after a while, and the shaking stopped…
Norton had taken over the Google Home page… I’d lost the favourites bar from the screen, and somehow, Gawd knows what I did in those few uncontrollable seconds, but I lost access to WordPress altogether! To make things worse, I had to go for the Porcelain Throne session again… with bleeding as well that had to be sorted – all the time worrying about the computer mess I’d made. Then I hit of all things, my chin on the grab bar rushing to get out of the wet room…To find the History folder had opened up…
When I got back to the computer, I could have cried… in fact I think I did a bit. Anger, self-recriminations, frustrations and a feeling of utter worthlessness enfolded every part of me, mental and physical!
How I avoided becoming a gibbering wreck needs looking into. Well, I didn’t avoid it altogether. Then, I struggled to work out what I had done to get into such a pickle.
It took me a good three hours to get the favourites and font listing back – all trial and error. I found the courage to try things I would usually avoid for fear of destroying something, not the foggiest what I was doing, but my managing getting those two things back was a miracle! Now, I have no Google, but I can access Firefox, and the most fantastic thing, is I now have hundreds of unwanted fonts appearing from somewhere? And they have slowed down the whole computer!
I got a green window come up, and again, I had no idea what it meant; it seemed in part code? Then after a good five minutes, it disappeared from the screen?
The greatest farce, I use the word farce, because I was panicking a lot and had no idea what it was I might have done right, but I now have WordPress back… hang on, I might not have… I’ll have to find out by closing and rebooting I think… It allowed me to save and close everything… Oh please, please, PLEASE, let it open; here goes…
I may be fretting over nothing, but it did let me reboot.
I’ve had the same opening screen saver for weeks now… a new one came up, with the genuine but different photo of me?
The VPN had to be reset or restarted. (Norton).
But I’ve calmed down tremendously now I’ve got back on WordPress. Phew! The tons of fonts are still on. They won’t let me delete them. I’ve got a… Shit my potatoes in the oven… They are relatively well done now.
The Carer will be due soon, I’ve had nowt to eat yet, and I am suddenly so hungry.
Packing in on the computer now. I’ll try to catch up in the morning, feeling a bit nervy now, better get the nosh sorted.
I took this sky view photo while getting the nosh sorted out. Unique cloud formations that look like ridges in the fabric of the sky? Could it be the exhaust from alien invaders spaceships? Hehe!
Again, not a fancy meal, but more than adequate for an old Nottinghamian with vascular dementia, a high heart rate, and losing the plot. Sea salt and butter on the potatoes, the gorgeous podded garden peas from Kenya. Brown, yellow and red mini-tomatoes (All tastier than I thought they may be). A small BBQ burger, a pot of yoghourt. Deserved Taste Rating: 8.6/10! Nothing like being precise? Har-har!
A bit of luxury, then. I put the TV on to watch a football match while eating the meal on the tray, balancing on my bulbous, adipose, abdominous, wobbly, far-too-large stomach.
I fell asleep for the last ten minutes of the game. Then started the search to recover the lost bits of the meal, primarily peas, from the areas they had managed to hide themselves in. Some, in open view (Using the torch anyway).
I hobbled to put the light on so I could see things, unknowingly crunching several peas that had rolled on the carpet en route. Two of which squelched in between my toes and were a painful devil to get at to remove.
Two or three had found their way into the dressing gown pocket. Several in the fleshy folds of the tummy rolls. Some underneath the cushions on the recliner. A few on the side chair used by the Carers… I’m not sure how they got that far or high? Mayhaps, the most surprising escapee pea was found stuck on my left hearing aid! This was not spotted until I had a wash later?
You know that sometimes, Vascular Dementia Doreen can bring forth an amusing little Whoopsiedangleplop or Accifauxpas. That does little harm, and even to me afterwards, as in this instance, can bring forth mirth and the odd self-chuckle! Although stubbing my right big toe while bending to search under the cabinet for skedaddled garden peas was a little painful.
Got the washing up done and off for a wash. (Finding the squashed garden pea on the hearing-aid? Hehehe!)
Belated Carers arrived; due to training new gal, Kiya. Cheeky little monkey, I like her. Offered treat nibbles, said my farewells, but neither gal took the waste bags to the chute for me… so I took them.
Then, I remembered to take one of the new CBD Pure Hemp capsules. I’m hoping they will help with the recent lousy nights of sleep. I’ve been waking up, anything up to twelve times a night, and occasionally more often. Almost jumping or jerking awake. Fingers crossed! But the nurse said that it will take a few days to have any effect.
The capsules are transparent, and the contents look a little like tobacco, or maybe cannabis? Either way, the capsule slipped down easily enough. They are very light, which made me think they may be difficult to swallow, but, no problem. On this first one anyway! Hopefully, in a few days, I can find some proper undisturbed nights of rest? 🙏
The Thought Storms began as soon I got seated in the £300, second-hand, decrepit, c1968, rickety, none-working recliner. But the brain was defending me, I think. The memories of the cock-ups with the computer seemed to be masked? A mystery again as to why. But for some reason, the self-recrimination and hatred were very mild and only fleeting. Only the positive side of the days’ events was mused over??? Those are the only words I can use in describing m thoughts at that time.
In the early hours of the morning, the noise that woke me was atrocious. The loudest ever humming noise I’ve heard? Where from? I’m not sure. It may have been the dreaded not understood ‘Hum’. Or the machinery on the roof of the building? Or even a combination of both. Overnight, my sudden awakenings added up to about only six or so. Please let the Hemp capsules work!
Fings ain’t too good. But I’m absolutely fed up with hearing myself moan and waffle on about things. So, I won’t!
Photos from yesterday and today…
Carer… erm… Sorry, I’ve forgotten her name.
Intercom screen (Yes, it worked!)
Today
Got up late today. Then, remembered that the Iceland delivery came yesterday! Thought the Iceland delivery was due, so took this snap of the bitterly cold mornings view and shot (Hehe!), well hobbled into the wet room to ready the things for the ablutioning.
Back into the kitchen to make a brew of Glengettie. Took another snap of the moon I spotted. I sometimes notice these things!
Ten minutes or so later, I spotted that I had not turned on the kettle at the power socket. Various words of self-derision were spouted.
Waiting for the kettle again, I took this snap of the City Hospital in the morning mist. I made the brew and took it with me into the wet room to save time. As the Carer is due shortly. So I still had to rush the session a bit. But it didn’t help; in fact, it took me longer than it usually does. The task of stopping the bleeding from one particular shaving cut took yonks. Then, I needed the Porcelain Throne.
Harold’s Haemorrhoids had been bleeding so much I cracked the dried blood as I took off the Protection Pants! But they did a great job of holding things in. Good job. I hadn’t put the Morrison ones on; I think they would not have coped with this flood. Of course, another half-hour lost sorting, medicating and cleaning up! Hey-Ho
Waiting for the somewhat late Carer to arrive, I went on CorelDraw to make some graphics up. Gawd, I spent hours on it. Everything took even longer than usual, and I made a couple of cock-ups by shaking in my right hand. And they were sorted out with pure luck. I’d frozen CorelDraw altogether! Not the foggiest idea how I did so; just blessedly relieved that I managed to.
A landline call came in. I thought it might be Sister Jane. But no! It was Meridian Care’s top office. The Carer would be late coming. Nay bothers, I pressed on with the graphicationalisationing and Accifauxpas making. But did manage to do a couple of graphics done in advance. Before two, I say two carers arrived. Never been done so quickly. Treated the gals, and off they shot off, taking my waste bags to the chute with them. I thank you!
Already late in the day now, I pressed on with another graphic. I don’t want to show them directly, or it just might spoil the enjoyment of my multitudinous host of followers. Sometimes they both visit my site on the same day.
WHOOPSIEDANGLEPLOP – ACCIFAUXPAS!
As I proceeded in a Westerly direction, to my dismay… Towards the front room with the food on the tray… Do I really need to say? Shaking Shaun arrived, and my grip on the tray gave way… I dropped the lot, ruining hopes for this horrible Saturday! I don’t think I reacted ballistically… But, my self-annoyance rose dramatically! Fetched the cleaning stuff from the wet room quickly… Where I saw my undrunk cold mug of Glengettie! I got the cleaning up done, very carefully, The job was painful, annoying, and most stressfully… I didn’t get Humpty, only with myself, quite rightly… But things changed to almost getting tearfully…
I stubbed my toe getting back up off of the floor! Hit my elbow in doing so; now that was also sore! The Dark Depression took over, to my discomfiture! I was testing my own mental infrastructure… Am I mad, I thought… everything I do, withers, for sure! Silly thoughts reigned… about my constant failure… The rest of the day, the depression was wearing and dour! Huh! I suddenly realised I’d not taken a shower!
Moments ago, went in to make another brew, indeed… So, now I’ve got to sort myself out with another feed… My energy, concentration limits I exceed… First, there is another job to do, a regular need… Even if my logicality and thought power do recede… Got to finish and post this Ode, I must heed, I hope that shortly, sanity will intercede? Whoops, it’s time that I wee’d!
00:10hrs: I woke up, belched, and thought about getting up and fell peacefully asleep again.
01:05hrs: I woke up, passed wind, thought about getting up, fell asleep again.
01:45hrs: I woke up, sneezed, shivered, thought about getting up, but didn’t fall to sleep again. But not through any determination to get up and actually do anything – I needed a wee-ee!
The first thing that permeated into my foggy brain was that the blasted ‘Hum’, was the loudest it has ever been! Like steam or water belting out of the pipe, or a wind constantly blasting away! How anyone with decent hearing can put up with this amazes me!
I disentangled my boing-boinging, wobbly-stomached torso from the c1968 recliner, and caught my balance, and with the new underfoot papule stinging like hell, hobbled off to the bucket. A wee-wee of the PMD (Pre-Micturition-Dribble), AMD (After-Micturition-Dribble) free, SWSI (Sprinkly-Weak-Short-Itchy) mode was taken.
I went to fetch the Health Check gear, and the view was of darkness, a mist concealing nearly all the lights from view. I got the Nokia camera out and took this photograph, although there is not much to be seen. Ah, I’ve done it again, I meant Nikon of course.
Just testing to see if you were paying attention. Har-har!
I used the contactless thermometer this morning, to take the temperature with.
A fair reading showed up, of 36.5°c. A little higher than yesterdays low reading of 36.1°c.
While setting up the sphygmomanometer, I had a visit from SSS Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley and dropped the machine. I swore silently, but proliferously, and retrieved the hemadynamometer, to find it still worked. Phew!
At first try, it failed to work, as has been happening the last few days. The second attempt went okay, but the SYS was smidge up on what yesterdays were, at 168, the pulse was 92, a little high? Mmm?
I got the medications sorted next. Remembering to take the Dioctyl® capsule.
Off for another wee-wee, of the same model as the first one. that turned into a Porcelain Throne visit as well. An interesting one this was. A draw 1-1 between Trotsky Terence and Constipation Konrad. Terribly messy, but with little pain, no concrete torpedos, and relatively swift. Cleaning up afterwards was not so much hassle as yesterday’s evacuation.
Washed and wiped around, made a brew of Thompsons Punjana, took a photo of the foggy but getting less so view from the kitchen window, and pressed on with the updating of yesterdays diary.
Which was all done and dusted within a few hours. The post sent to WordPress, and the email link sent off. The Facebooking was done. I visited the WordPress Reader section, and got the kettle on again, for a mug of Glengettie.
There had been a mass of comments come for my followers and fans again. I replied to both of them.
I began creating this diary and had a slight going-off the plan moment, and stopped to get the handwashing tackled. Just a long-sleeved tee-shirt was washed, rung and hung above the sink to drain-off for a few days. Hehehe!
Then I thought, I’d get the ablutions done, the full-monty today. The teggies cleaned. A nice slow, careful, shaving session, a gloriously lazy slow and long shower, using the new lemon-scented shower-gel. A steady drying off, the medicationalisationings, deodorising, and maybe then make a brew of Glengettie.
Then I stripped off to get in the wet room and commenced with cleaning the teeth, first. It was a mixed bag of a session, but I think more pluses than minuses.
Ablutionalisation Report:
The teggies were cleaned well, without any bleeding! One dropsy
The shaving was done leisurely. Three dropsies, only two nicks, nowt to fret over.
Getting in the shower, I caught the underfoot papule against shower chair moving it. Argh!
As planned for once, I deliberately took my time and wallowed in the showering process! No knocks, bangs or Dizzy Dennis visits! But the dropsies were about ten. Nicodemus, the swine!
The drying off was Accifauxpa-Free! One dropping of the towel and nothing knocked off of the floor cabinet (First time for a long time this!)
The medicationalisationing seemed to take aeons. But this was expected. Getting the antiseptic cream on the papule nearly had me over, saved by the wall, Hehehe!
Harolds Haemorrhoids attentions were not so bad this morning.
Arthur Itis’s knees and Cartilage Kathy were okay!
I’m afraid that applying the Phorpain Gel to BPB (Back-Pain-Brenda), seemed to annoy her, and she started off. Humph!
I spotted some spots on the right hand and tried to wipe them off. But, they were under the skin? Not the foggiest idea what they were, but no pain with them? Later on, they moved around the palm, then practically disappeared altogether?
Time to try on the new PPs (Protection pants). I saw another of the mystery growths on the right leg as I checked this photo out? But at least they fitted, but too tightly! Well, they would with Sainsbury’s substituting medium for large size ones I suppose!I’ve had no leaks form front or back today (yet), si I don’t know how they will cope in the event of any matter or blood loss. But at least they can be used, but just not with much confidence.
I got dressed and got some late brekkers sorted out. A BBQ flavour Super-Noodle, with added Balsamic vinegar and an oxo cube crushed in it, with a few slices of Milk Roll bread to soak up the gravy. Bit of a delight this was, tasty!
I rang Deana to ask her about the progress with the Chemist call, no reply, I’ll call again later on. Got on the computer to start this blog off. (Deja Vu?) The door chimes rang out. (It was Josie returning yesterdays plate, tray and cutlery from her Sunday lunch) She said she enjoyed it, especially the cheesy buttered potatoes. Which pleased me.
Back to the computer and kicked off doing this blog, at long last. I was well into it, and I an email from Amazon, telling me the order for the jammie-bottoms had been delivered as; ‘Handed to the client’ – You’ll like this upcoming little ‘Tale of Woe’ (I hope).
I was worried that they might have been delivered to the wrong block of flats again. So I went to have a look outside of the door just in case they had been left there – Nope!
I closed the door and turned round to come back to the main room, and tripped over whatever it was, and ended up, after a bit of wall-bouncing off of, spreadeagled in a lump on the floor – I could feel the blood flowing into the left slipper. The pain told me it was the papule. (That might have been torn from the skin in the Accifauxpa)
Now, not only was I a pain in the neck, but I had one as well! Haha!.
I somehow got myself back up on my feet and turned the light on, To find that what I’d tumbled over, was the small packet that contained the jammie-bottoms! It had been posted through the letter-box and had flown to the other side of the hall.
I believe I quietly muttered some to the tune of, “Well, I never!”, or “Flippin’ ‘eck”!
I got myself in the wet room and investigated the left foot problem. The slippers inside were well bloodied, but the flow seems to have stopped now. I put some Germolene and plaster on the half-hanging-off papule.
I seemed very calm over these calamities and ensuing. No fretting, panicking, swearing… Well, after the initial few mild oaths).
I swapped slippers, threw the old ones away in the bin, and back to the hallway, to replace the bottles of spring water, the readied Christmas presents and clothes and hats I’d knocked off of the coat hooks in my tumble, and tidied things up. Not a lot, mind!
Now, I had the papule and BPB making any physical activity, painful. And was growing a smidge of self-pity. I mean, how many other people have incidents like this? They must do, but don’t advertise them on the web? Hahaha!
As I got back to the computer, my Nokia 8000 4G, Qualcomm MSM8909 Snapdragon 210 (28 nm), WLAN Hotspot, GPS & S-GPS, FM Radio, LED Flash, MicroUSB, Bluetooth, mobile. rang. (Sniggerski!) It was Warden and Pole-Dancer Deana. She’d rung the Pharmacy for me, and they are delivering the prescriptions for me this afternoon, sometime after 15:00hrs!
That cheered me up a ton and-a-half! So much so, that after thanking her kindly for her help, I stood up without thinking, to go and make a brew of Glengettie in celebration of the good news, and almost found myself back on the floor, as the papule gave me such stinging! Flunglegagit!
I made the mug of Glengettie, and I returned to the computer. Contentedly at first, then I realised I’d have to stay up and awake, and await the arrival of the medications. Humph!
I got some drinkies in a carrier bag and placed them near to the door. In case the chemist’s beautiful daughter brought the prescription for me, as a thank you come Christmas treat!
Then I felt up to checking out the jammie-bottoms that had been delivered.
Gawd blimey, they were so thin! Mind you, they had to be for the delivery man to have posted them through the letter-box, I suppose. Tsk!
As I was trying to make another start at updating this blog, the landline burst forth with tone and flashing! It was Sister Jane. She was ringing from the QMC hospital, where she had had treatment for her right eye, she still can’t see out of it. Glaucoma treatment, Laser treatments, more to come, got to go back Wednesday for more attention. She took a movie on her camera of the procedure, that tickled the nurse. Pete was not allowed to go in with her. And Pete has his own problems with his cancer! Losing his hair with the radiation treatments is annoying him. She is having YAD treatment at the moment. I’ll look that up later.
We had a good chinwag, she was waiting for her number to come up, for her to go for the YAD treatment at the time. Jane could hear the tap-tapping from Herbert above, and she knew where it was coming from. Yet it wasn’t bothering me. (Not surprisingly, the new slipper I could feel filling up with blood again, BPB was so cruel to me, and the bang on the head I took, was giving me a headache like never before, it was well gone my head downtime, I had to stay awake for the prescriptions, I was aching all over, and had missed taking the tablets.) Still, yer doesn’t like to complain does yer? Hahahaha!
Jane had to ring off when her number in the queue flashed up. I hope things go well for her, and hubby Pete. ♥ I am so terribly proud of the pair of them. They are not used to all this hospitalisationing, and various treatments are new to them, yet they are coping so well with it. They now understand I think, what I’ve been going through. But it is far, far worse for them, and once again, I am so impressed with how they are managing.
I made up some more waste bags, got them on the box on the trolley, and took them to the waste chute. The papule (or whatever it is) seemed to be less bothersome now? I’m not complaining! I got the bags down the chute and hobbled back to the flat.
A brew of Glengettie tea was made, to the computer, and I took the belated medications, with an extra Codeine 60mg. BPB was getting worse, I might have twisted the back as I toppled over, I suppose.
I stopped and nipped to the wet room to check on the plaster and papule. The bleeding had stopped altogether. Why I thought I felt it bleeding again is a mystery?
I still couldn’t concentrate on blogging properly. Thinking of Jane took my mind back to so many years ago.
I dug this photo out, and photo’s it from the scrapbook. Jane on the left, me with hair and no belly in the middle, and Christine on the right, and all three of us having medical attention’s. Jane, with her right eye, Chrissie, who has got the Coronavirus (Living on the South Coast now, I think), and me. The picture prompted the Thought-Storms then, but they were good ones! Although twinged with sadness, of course.
It was so late now, I was fighting not to fall asleep and miss the medications arriving. I investigated the thoughts of what to have to eat, and opted for a can of Chilli-Con-Carne, and the meatballs in chilli! I got them in the saucepan and added some balsamic vinegar and a drop of made up Oxo.
Thank heavens, the intercom flashed and buzzed shortly afterwards. It was the lovely girl from the chemist delivering the prescriptions for me. I thanked her and handed over the carrier of Christmas treats.
Then, stupidly tried to do some updating on this blog. I wasn’t up to it, concentration is gone, and in desperate need of sleep, I hope I can stay awake long enough to eat the Tim Price Impressing, Chilli-Con-Carni and meatballs (I just stirred them, and they are hotter than I expected). Haha!
I hope to wake up sometime later and update this blog. Huh! I’ve got to get to sleep first. Fingers crossed, I’ll get the fodder done and eaten first!
Well, that went well. The Chill meatballs and Con-Carne together with a stop of balsamic vinegar, went down a treat. Absolutely on my limit for hotness, yet I loved it, no chance of nodding off while eating this concoction!
I got the plate etc. in the sink soaking with the saucepans and cutlery.
Regrettably, despite my assured feeling that sweet Morpheus would soon enfold in a blissfully deep, rejuvenating sleep, proved so wrong!
The Thought-Storms stampeded into my already befuddled brain, it was like being forced to listen to a Dessert Island Discs programme on Radio Four! I was not interested in my fears, worries, or guilt, but there was no stopping them all-permeating into my psyche. I felt like just one person, watching a harrowing mystery play that I could not understand, and the doors were locked, I had to suffer…
And I did! It took hours before I nodded off! At least I managed about four hours before I woke up, in one of those rare, unaccountable ‘Up and at them’ awakenings, Dammit!
13th September 1959: The first man-made Object (Luna 2) reaches the Moon!
About an hour after getting down to sleep, I woke to see the colourfulness and the brightness of the night coming through the thin, tatty, old, raggedy, multi-holed curtains. I could not resist fighting my way out of the recliner to take a photo of it. Lovely!
Around 00:50hrs, I woke again, in need of a wee-wee, and struggled to the OGPEB (Overnight-Grey-Plastic-Emergency-Bucket), and struggled to pass what was maybe 2 or 3 fluid-ounces, over the next five minutes or so! Yes, another RSHH (Reluctant, Sprinkling-Half-Hearted) wee-wee! Hobbled to wash my hands, and then I got back down in the £300, second-hand, c1968, cringingly beige-coloured, unkempt, fluctuant, ramshackle, non-operational, uncomfortable, dusty, rusty, decaying, tatterdemalion, heavy yet tottery and unbalanced, positively-dangerous to use, rickety recliner, I soon nodded off again, which was pleasant and a change.
02:10hrs: I stirred into mock-life again, wanting another wee-wee. This time, catching my balance as I grabbed the stick, was a little more difficult, I’ve no idea why, but I got the bucket in time. It was an RSHH mode again, but with far less pain. The Post-Micturition After Dribble lasted much longer than the main event did. Drip-drip, dribble, wait, sprinkle, drip… Tsk!
I could sense that things in the wee-weeing department were going to continue in the little-and-often style, so I emptied and sanitised the OGPEB, disinfected it and returned it to the computer room for later use. (And believe me, it saw plenty of action!). I’ll try to resist mentioning too many of them, it may sound too dull, but to me they were annoying. Each one was of deep luteous shade.
I remembered (Miracles do happen, then? Hahaha!) that the Falls-Team arranged delivery of a new walking frame was due to arrive today. So I got with doing the Health Checks sharpishly. The flipping SYS is still high!
The temperature, using the stick thermometer was the highest its been in many a month!
But that’s a good thing, I think anyway? I don’t think its too high at all.
I took a photo of the tablet trays, to show you how it is so easy to make a mistake in taking them. Although these pods were designed, to make it easier for we slightly more mature dodderers, and cut back on such errors. As you can see, the pills are all over the placed, many stuck under the covers, and others had moved into another compartment altogether! Many were stuck on the glue, others by the static electricity in the packaging. When they were first introduced, they told me they’d be fool-proof as well! Hah!
Obviously, they had forgotten about the well known locally ‘Special Skills’ of Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Carrington, Nottingham NG5 2DA, Telephone number: 0115 960 5453, just up Mansfield Road, from the Lidl store.
I’d no idea what time of day the frame might come, so I got on with updating the Saturday post. Got it completed and Pinterested some snaps from it. Went on Facebook updating, then the same with the WordPress Reader. Emailed the link, and made a brew of Glengettie Gold.
I closed down Computer Cameron and got some hand-washing done, before doing the ablutions. The old oven grabbers were washed with the other stuff. I’ve still got the new gloves, but these although hard to clean, easy to dirty, and very old and tatty (a bit my me really, Hahaha!), they’re more effective and easier to hold onto when Shaking Shaun or Nicodemus’s neurotransmitters play up.
I had a bit of spontaneous breakfast after the washing was done, wrung and hung—cheese biscuits and a pot noodle, and off to the wet room for a scrubbing-up.
I needed a Porcelain Throne visit first. One of the easiest for a long time. Yee-Ha! Still painful, of course, but so much quicker than even yesterday’s was! A bit of blood, a smidge messy. Needed cleaning up before I took a shower, Haha!
But would the cistern clear things? No! I needed to hand-fill the tank a couple of times, and still, some bits were floating even then? Aggravannoying!
The ablutions were miraculously incident-free again! Not much bother from Toothache Terence, only one dropsy of the toothpaste tube! The shaving produced only two little nicks that did not bleed much at all. Doing the showering and only one mini-dizzy-spell, and three dropsies! Drying off went well, too!
Ah, well, the medicationalisation didn’t go as smoothly, I’m afraid. I thought that the rear-end furuncle was clearing up yesterday, I was wrong, and applied the ointment a little too roughly, and the blood flowed! So had to apply some Dakacort cream to get it to stop! I cunningly did this in the shower area and then sprayed-away the resulting blood flow mess using the shower-head. (Smart, eh? Smug-Mode-Adopted!) Harold’s Haemorrhoid’s done with the Germoloid cream, and Arthur Itis’s knees and hands with the Phorpain Gel. I felt rather good about how I coped these problems!
The leg ulcer, or Clopidogrel allergy markings, had spread-out but got fainter, and some new ones appeared on top of the right foot, below the base of the toes. The fresh ones looked like freckles. Ah, well, it stops me getting bored, Hehehe!
I got the new PPs on, a pair of trousers, and the maroon zip-up shirt. The Sock-glide was given a sneer of contempt, as I left the wet-room.
Because I was not wearing any socks, and the vicious, finger bruising and crushing monstrosity, was again, not going to be used, and my digits and legs put at risk of injury once more! Not that it scares me, of course! Oh, no!
Then, I set-too making up some black waste bags, and put the Floor-Voting paper on them, so as not to forget to take them with me on the way out with the bags, to the Rubbish chute, and take the voting paper down to the lobby.
I got a face-mask on, and the items were carried by hand, using only the wooden walking -stick. For some unknown reason, at that time, I felt in a rather panurgic, ready-for-anything mood? Yes, it confused and baffled me as, why as well!
By the time I’d got out, and to the chute-room, unfortunately, things had changed quickly. I was all over the place with the walking stick, and must have appeared drunk to anyone who might have seen me? The old balance had gone to pot again. I got the bags in the chute alright though.
Then clouted my right elbow against the door frame, on the way out of the room! A spot of turbidity in the brain as I waited for the lift down to the ground-floor lobby. By the time I’d got down to the ground floor, and into the main hall, my balance was a lot better, and the foggy-brain seemed to be clearing. What’s going on here?
I posted the floor colouring preferences sheet into the ballot box.
And again, with a renewed physical and mentally settled state, I got the lift back up to the flat.
Where, perversely, the semiobscurity returned to the brain and vagueness, a lack of concentration came over me. My memories of getting Josie’s meal prepared is a bit sketchy. I discovered later on that I’d forgotten to photograph it, yet everything from when I wheeled it to Josie’s door, is crystal-clear? We chatted a short while, and I returned to the flat’s kitchen to get the cleaning up done.
I was doing well again, and then almost flaked out. My body and mind told me to get down in the chair, and stay there; I checked that I had on Medical Alert Alarm wristlet, which I did. And I immediately nodded of fitfully. I kept on waking up with the sunshine coming through the thin, decrepit, holed, curtains. But, nodded back off almost straight away each time. I suddenly jumped awake, and felt a different person, back to my old self? I’ll put this on the questionnaire when it comes from the hospital.
But I was feeling fine, and got up to check on the potatoes in the slow-cooker, made a brew of Glengettie Gold tea, and got the computer back on to update this blog. And Nicodemus’s neurotransmitters, and SSS (Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley), were both being good to me! I couldn’t understand what had happened, but I was so happy that things had returned to semi-normal. Obviously, now a scepticism and uncertainty remained, a sort of fear that it might happen all over again. Whatever the heck it was?
The door chimes rang out. It was an NHS chappie, delivering the new narrower walker for me. He was in a rush, my EQ picked up on that. I remembered what Nurse Caroline had told me about not doing anything with it when it is delivered until she calls again on Wednesday. So I put it with the spare three-wheeler on the balcony. I never thought I’d use one of these! It was wider than I expected, and I didn’t cope very well with it, putting it on the veranda, at all.
Updated this blog again, and it is now hours beyond my usual head-down time.
But the need for some Diary TFZer top graphics is urgent, so I moved onto CorelDraw.
Decided to make another brew first, straight Glengettie this time.
Then took a snap of the sunshine, and returned to CorelDrawing at last.
I only got one graphic done, (Tsk!), and made the template for tomorrows, and the got the fodder sorted out. Better late than never!
Battered fish strips, slow-cooked potatoes halved, and a bit of butter and onion-salt sprinkled on them. Garden peas, and some of the delightful baby Piccalo tomatoes. A pot of raspberry ripple mousse from the freezer, thawed out as I as the meal, nicely!
Tired-out now, but I stayed alert enough to enjoy this feast. Deserving of a Flavour-Rating of 8/10.
Went to get the meal things soaking in washing up bowl, and took this photograph of the evening’s view.
Having been up for over 20 hours or so, and in a state of weariness that was high, even for me, I felt so sure that I’d nod-off within minutes of getting my head down in the £300, second-hand, c1968, puke-making beige coloured recliner. It was not to be!
Sweet Morpheous did eventually arrive, but it was gone midnight by then! At least I got around four hours of deep-sleep in, before waking up in urgent need of a wee-wee and the Porcelain Throne. Ah, well, TTFN!
Aha? TFZer gal, starts a business at the Cool-It-Cabin? ♥
Thursday 10th September 2020
Latin: September10thIovisMMXX
02:30hrs: I felt absolutely disconsolate at another almost totally sleepless night, and decided to give up trying, and get up! I need a pick-me-up, some luck, a roborant, or even some good luck, or even sleep will do nicely. The things I ask for! Mission Impossible comes to mind. Knacklewrangles!
Feeling a little brassed-off with the unrepairable reasons for my getting little sleep, I was aware that I was falling into the darkness. This I could not allow. So a mental search for options, that would improve my attitude was carried out before I’d even moved my body in the recliner. After a few minutes, the realisation that self-pity was developing, it does that sometimes.
I forced myself to perk-up, by thinking of all those much worse off than I am. I whistled to myself as I fought my way out the £300, c1968, non-operational recliner, caught my balance, grabbed the stick, and made my way to the EOGPB (Emergency-Overnight-Grey-Plastic-Bucket) to relieve myself. The wee-wee was for a change, a decent one, nearly normal apart from the colour, how the heck can I be passing light-green urine? Still, it was easy, painless, and no pre or after Micturition-Dribbling. Immediately, my spirits started sneaking up a smidge, a smile developed, the need for a mug of tea arose, and never kept to plans for the day were developing! I sang 1960 songs to myself as I hobbled with the bucket to get it emptied and sanitised…
As I entered the wet room, I stopped the singing of Ricky Nelson’s version of ‘Well my bucket a hole in it!’, as I gave myself one hell of a brutal, cruel toe-stubbing on the chair which supported the danged-nabbed sock-glide! Arrrgh! This seemed to bring on the pains on the souls of the right foot and ankle areas, just as they were yesterday.
Fancy that, I said!
Cleaned the EOGP bucket, freshened and antisepticated it, and went to the kitchen, taking extra care to avoid the bad-luck and painful, injurious to use, sock-glide, and avoiding walking into any doors or walls en route. Oddly I began singing to myself again! Cliff Richard’s Young Ones. Don’t laugh! Hehehe!
More old favourite songs and tunes came to voice as I was taking this photo of the morning view, Adam Faith, ‘The time has come’, Ricky’s ‘It’s up to you’ and whichever group it was that made a cover of ‘A little bit of soap’, amongst overs, flowed unmelodically from throat.
Another stroke of good luck when I did the sphygmomanometerisationing. Amazingly the SYS had gone down to 140! Wunderbar!
The stick thermometer was not in a mood for working, to start with. I had several attempts but just got low, no figures as to what the actual reading was.
Well, on about the fifth try, I got a figure of only 32.3°c, that’s really low methinks? Why? I’ve not got the foggiest.
Billy Fury, ♫I’m running around♫ was vocalised. Quietly of course, and well out of tune!
After I’d just put the machines away in the medical drawer, then SSS, aka, (Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley) kicked off. Even this was not going to bring me down again. I sillily mocked the ailment, because instead of the usual ‘Just-at-the-wrong-time’, she’d cocked-up her attack, and missed her chance of making me drop, and possibly break some expensive gear. ♫ La la la la la Lala! ♫ Hehehe! I am such a fool!
As SSS calmed down, the whatever is in in the ankle began to get real tender, I took a look at it. Looks like it feels in this picture, tender. It even makes me jump when the legs of the trousers catch against it. Tsk! Worrisit? Surely it can’t be the Clopidogrel allergy. Because that has never hurt, Mmm?
I started to update the Wednesday Inchcock, and SSS, NN (Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters), and Reflux Roger were a bit of a nuisance and cost me a lot of time checking and correcting. But I got it finished at long last.
I don’t think that the annoying ‘Hum’ has been so loud for such a long time, ever before! I keep wanting to have a look outside to see if there are any fire engines with their pumps in use, its sounds just like it.
I got the fresh peas podded and in the saucepan. Then scrubbed some potatoes and got them in the crock-pot, with soy sauce and the fish vinegar.
The ablutions were tended to next. A proper-farce it was, but not due to Accifauxpas, or too many dropsies, for once.
I had a really smooth, best ever in weeks, session; apart maybe a nasty hitting the shoulder on the grab support when I dropped the soap. I’d got to the medicationalising stage, and the front door chimes rang out. There I was, naked, and a positive threat to anyone who may have to look at my elephantine wobbly body, so I wrapped the towel around my midriff and went to investigate. Surely it can’t be Josie this early, the thought that she might need help, caused me to hasten my hobbling speed to get to the door. I partly opened the door ajar, and peeked-out, but no lights were on in the lobby? Puzzled, I returned to the wet room!
I’d almost got the medicationing finished, and the landline rang out. I made it in time, it was my heroine Jenny. She said she’s left some tomatoes for me, home-grown from a relative, for me. We laughed when I told her where I was, when she called on me, Hahaha! I thanked her for thinking of me. ♥
Back to the wet room again, just furuncular cream to apply now.
As I got the tube in my hand, unfortunately, the right hand, to transfer cream to the left hand to use it with, SSS gave me a blast… and the cream shot out and upwards, landing in one long piece back down onto my bulbous stomach, and dribbled down onto Little Inchy as it broke up. I got it all cleaned up, but it was not easy getting back up again from the floor after getting things sorted. Tsk! It seems so funny now, but wasn’t so at the time! Hahahaha!
Herbert was tap-tapping a bit, but not too bad. Bless him!
I then got myself freshened-up and partly clothed. (No socks on, not that this was because I didn’t want to risk, or was afraid of using the blood-letting, finger breaking, sock-glide, of course! As if a brave, bold, young man like wot I am, would be so scared of using a plastic-coated metal, Satan-made article. Hehe, oh no! Ahem!
I got the towel onto the airer and retrieved the tomatoes that Jenny had kindly brought for me, from outside the apartment’s door.
I took a closer look at at the spots, papules, and scabbing, that had suddenly got more painful. I don’t think it is the leg ulcer, that has never hurt like this. Whatever it is, ulcer or something else, it seems to be spreading out down to the foot now!
Got the fodder prepped and eaten. The tomatoes from Jenny were okay, the yellow ones were marvellous. I ate it all up but struggled to stay awake to do so.
Took the pots to be washed, and heard a noise as I was doing so.
It was a hand posted letter from Nottingham City Homes, reminded us of the creeding being done on Tuesday 15th September, and we have to either leave the flat before 08:00hrs and not return until the work has been completed, or remain in the apartment until we are advised the jobs done, and the concrete dried. Fair enough!
Med’s taken, and down in the £300, second-hand, c1968, broken-not-working recliner, in search of Seet Morpheous. Who came very late on, but stayed with me for five blessed hours! Yippee!
01:55hrs: I woke with stomach-ache and started sneezing. Then the need of a wee-wee arose, so I struggled up and out of the £300, second-hand, c1968, cringingly beige-coloured recliner, and utilised the OGPEB (Overnight-Grey-Plastic-Emergency-Bucket). For another RSS (Reluctant-Slow-Sprinkly) release.
The stomach was slowly getting a little more bothersome. This was a new type of tummy pain for me. Not sharp, but more like a persistent ache? I fear that last night’s disaster of a meal, and my eating some of it, might be the cause. Acid coming up now Reflux Roger has kicked off, too? Hey-ho!
To the kitchen, cleaned the bucket, and I took a snap of the morning’s view from the thick-framed, light and view-blocking window. The tummy-ache was joined by some rumblings, then the urgent need of the Porcelain Throne arrived, and I fumbled and bumbled my way ASAP to the wet room, and down on the Throne, and not a second too soon either!
The steady movement started on its own accord, no input from me, that was too painful a task. Everything seemed to go into a time-warp, as I waited through the pain, got the crossword book out. The oh, so slow progression… at the tail end of things, I tried pushing the action along… Argh! That was not a good idea!
Some bleeding, but not messy or too pungent. I cleaned up and got some Germoloid applied, and boy this helped ease things in the rear quarters.
Back to the kitchenette, and got the gear out of the medical drawer, and started the Health Checks with the stick thermometer. Blimus, the temperature has shot up this morning, to 36.7°c, the highest it’s been for many months.
The sphygmomanometerisationing results were much betterer, though. The SYS had tumbled down to 139, an unexpected improvement there then. Took the meds.
The stomach just kept on the same as before, a dull, grinding ache, now with the odd sharp stabbings. This does not bode well!
With the innards in this volatile condition, I did not risk having a brew of tea; and took some water with me to the computer instead. This is serious, me? Not having tea! Hehehe!
I made up a template for today, then got on with updating yesterdays post. The innards gave me so much bother and discomfort, but SSS (Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley) and NN (Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters) were both so kind to me, and typing was a little easier than usual. So things went well progress-wise on the blogging for once.
I started this post’s setting-up. Then went on Facebook catching-up. (Now the stomach was giving me some sharp stabs of sheer pain!)
That didn’t last long, I had to fly off (well, hobbled rapidly) to the Porcelain Throne again. A good job I didn’t delay going, only just got there in time. Far less painful this time, quicker and no bleeding. Phew!
Back to Facebooking, TFZers and Winwood Heights. Then on the WordPress Reader. Pinterested some snaps. Then, it was time for the ablutions to be done! The Vampire angel of a nurse is due this morning, but later on. Then this evening I must stay awake for the Morrison delivery that will be due.
Off to get the ablutions tended to. Had time to get the usual 08:00hrs full session in this morning.
Ablutionalisticalisationing Report
The teeth cleaning got me off to a bad start; Gums bleeding, Toothache Terence, and one dropsy of the toothpaste, and two of the brush.
Shaving: Oh, what a lot of dropsies! Foam Spray, Razors (5).
Shaving Cuts and nick: Only one cut and a nick, one bled a bit profusely, but the Brut stopped it and stung. Hehe!
Shaving: Dropped the Brut after-shave bottle, but, other than losing some lotion, no problems, toe or foot landing on, and the bottle did not break!
Showering: An Ace-job, not showerhead dropping, no walking or banging into anything, no Dizzy Dennis or SSS visits either! Great!
Medicationalisationing: Harold’s Haemorrhoids were not bleeding at all! But by gum, they were stinging! But I’ve had worse, and the precious Germoloid cream did its job in calming them down. So, a thumbs up.
Even the furuncle was not painful much, I reckon it’s on the decline now.
Rheumatoid Arthur Itis’s knees were worse than yesterday, but again, they’ve been worse, so another thumbs up. No need for any extra Phorpain.
I did knock some stuff off of the floor cabinet top, but only the earholes olive oil dropper, Germolene tube and body spray.
A decent session overall, with no walking into or banging against any door frames, cupboards or even the sock-glide. While I was coming out. Toe-Stubbings avoided! The ankle ulcer was clearing up, but spreading out a smidge?
Mind you, the right SSS shoulder joint was aching a lot more than usual, but this is to be expected, with Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley being hyper-active for the last two days, well, afternoons. So, no complaints. Definitely, a time to adopt a Smug-Mode!
I got the hand-washing seen to next. A total of one long-sleeved shirt, It’s hard work yer know! Hehehe! No socks, cause with me not going out, I’m not wearing any.
Absolutely nothing to do with the shameful, scandalous, rumour going about, that I’m scared to death of using the killer Sock-Glide, just because it takes bits out of my fingers, blisters or bruises them each time I use it, whatsoever! A man of my calibre and extraordinarily brave, heroic character has no such fears, oh, no! Ahem!
I sorted out the small black waste bags, and big white recycling one and was about to get them onto the three-wheeled walker, and a third mad rush to the Porcelain Throne was needed.
The evacuation was over in around three minutes, again the innards controlled the movement, but the intestines seemed to be in a rush, and the speed with which it travelled, once it started, flabbergasted me! A little, no, fair bit messer, and pongier, but once more, there was no more bleeding from the rear-end quarters. A good session, the best for ages!
I washed and medicated things in need, and got the bags loaded on the walker.
Getting to the waste chute room was a bit of a struggle with the bags, but once I got there, the small ones were deposited down the chute without any bother or hassle.
Caught the elevator down to the ground floor, a chap wanted to get on, at the 9th floor, and I beckoned him in, explaining that two people are allowed in together now, as part of the relaxing of the Coronavirus routine, as long as both are comfortable with this happening, and I was okay. The gentleman thanked me when we got down, that was polite of him.
I poddled to the caretakers’ bin. I placed the bag near the big green recycling bin, and I returned to the lift. Caught one back up, and realised I’d been all that way, and only saw one person.
I risked making a mug of Glengettie, as the tummy was more settled now. Then decided to have Glengettie Gold instead, as it is a milder flavour, just in case the innards kicked-off again. But they didn’t get any worse as and after I drank it.
Working on this computer for a while, and I heard a voice ring out from the hallway. I recognise it straight away, it was the beautiful, highly desirous, charming, kind, sweet, caring, empathetic, loin-moving, beneficent, appealing, heartwarming Nurse, Hristina, came to do my blood test.
Do you think I might have overdone that a bit? It’s how I feel about her, though. Had I been forty-five years or so younger, my loins would have been girded! However, things being how they are, the simple pleasure of having a natter with her, and absorbing the lustre and sparkle from her twinkling eyes, even just for a few minutes, while she drains my blood, do me so much good, and for a while, nothing else concerns me! I suppose I’m in love, too late, but still! I’ll have to put up with just being infatuated. Hehehe!
As soon as she’d departed, off to serve her next patient, the blues start to return, gradually, but still.
Limped onto the balcony, and saw the puffer clouds, I think that’s what they are called, with the terraces of the flats silhouetted, and returned to get the Nikon to take a shot of the beautiful view.
Did some updating on this blog, and decided to risk a tasty mug of tea, and then get some graphics made up for the diary tops, on CorelDraw, as I am now out of them, and will soon need more.
As I should have expected, no sooner had I got on CorelPaint programme, and SSS started shuddering and shaking the shoulders! Humph! This made the task hard-work, frustrating and handicapped!
Hours later, I’d got just three done. But Herbert kept me company with this tap, knock drag concerto.
The Morrison delivery is due shortly. I got the meal ready and served, to eat cold after the shopping has arrived. A simple snack, for a simpleton to savour, Hehehe! At least it kept me awake doing this food prepping.
Aha, just took this picture of the nosh, and the intercom flashed. T’was the Morrison delivery, if there are no substitutes or errors I’ve made on it, it will be the first time in months. Tsk!
The young man conveniently left the bags in the doorway for me. Tsk! I slipped him a can of G&T and thanked him, he thanked me, and off he shot. Leaving me with the task of moving the bags into the kitchen. During which, for some odd reason, the right foot started to hurt. I’ll check it out, later.
I got the bags into the kitchenette, but I did walk into the door frame taking the last bag through the hallway. The right shoulder, as is normal, bore the brunt, and it made me grunt! Hehe! I sorted the bags out one by one. I put the treats for Jenny away. ♥
The first two carriers had an eclectic range of products to mix together. Cakes, bleach, biscuits, lactose-free milk (A substitute), G&T for Josie, Germolene, Potato farls for me, and two bottles of toilet cleaner! I’m no glad there were no leakages during transportation!
In the next bag, a rare mixture again, bananas, fresh pod peas, tarts, and two bottles of washing-up liquid.
Again, I was glad that the washing up liquids didn’t leak!
The fresh-food carriers had some delightful looking items in them. Three bags of potatoes (Three bags? I ask you, am I losing it altogether?), More tomatoes. (I ask you, am I losing it altogether?), Surami sticks, bacon, lemon mousse, raspberry ripple mini frozen mousse (These are nice!), imitation Surami prawn-tails, and a block of Morrison’s Best, Brittany butter, it really is gorgeous tasting. So no worries about running short of food any time soon!
The right foot was getting more painful as I hobbled around, I must have a check on it later, to find out what it is that’s causing this sudden discomfort. It feels bad underfoot and in the ankle area? Hey-ho!
I got settled to eat the meal, and the landline burst forth flashing and ringing. As I heaved my mountainous, blubbery frame from the chair to get to answer the call, I distributed some of the fodder on the carpet. But I got to the telephone in time. It was the kind Caroline from the falls team ♥, to update me on things with the walking-frame. I put the computer back on to record the details, I knew if I didn’t do it at the time, there was a chance of my forgetting. (Well, almost guaranteed, haha!)
The frame is being delivered to the flat on Sunday 13th. I am not to touch it; but store it away, until Wednesday 16th, when Caroline will come and show me the ropes, so as to say. I scribbled some notes as well, to remind me in the morning.
Cleaned up the mess I made dropping the fodder dish. Then I returned to the recliner and ate what was left of the simpleton’s meal. Got the utensils and things washed, and made for the recliner, in search of much overdue and needed sleep.
Ten-minutes later, I’d drifted off into the land of Sweet Morpheus. The landline flashed and sounded again, and a weary, out-of-it Inchcock battled up out of the heavenly sleep and c1968 recliner, and he got to answer the phone in time too.
It was the Doctor’s surgery, with the results and new Warfarin dosages from the Anticoagulation, Haemostasis, Deep Vein Arterial Thrombosis Clinic tests on my blood. New INR Level 4.2, Doses: Tue 2½, Wed 2, Thr 2½, Fri 2½, Sat 2, Sun 2½, Mon 2½, Tues2. Next test Wednesday 16th September. With my missing an evening dose, and the INR level rising, I expected the new amounts to lessen, but they went up? Or maybe, I’m too tired and confused to get things right at the moment. There’s no doubt about it, my moments of acrasia are getting more frequent. Sad, innit?
Head down again, but of course, sleep would not return. Every night this seems to happen. At least Josie didn’t wake me up as well. Josie and I are opposites in the hours we keep, she wakes me up regularly in the evenings. And if I forget as well, and try to contact her in a morning before about 10:00hrs, she has the heaven-sent ability to ignore the door chimes, and still get back to sleep, again. Jealous? Me? Yes! Hahaha!
Eventually, I did nod-off; when I don’t know. Then… Argh! I escaped the chair, and in a sort of not-with-it, zombi-fashion, I got to the phone… This caller had a voice and accent I found so hard to understand. It turned out he wanted me to open the door, for him to deliver my Chukki-chicken and taramasalata or something like that. I asked him where he was, ‘Outside your door!’, Where, I inquired, ‘Devon Avenue’ he replied… His tone changed now, he was getting ratty with me now. Eventually, his accent and excitement meant I could not make out what he was saying at all. I told him in a clear, louder voice, he had called the wrong number and rang-off. Praying he would not call back!
I waited a couple of minutes in case he did. He didn’t, thankfully.
This really had shot any chances of getting any much-needed Sweet Morpheous in. I am a lucky so-and-so. Granglesknackerbuggerit!
(South Africa, Botswana, Zambia, and Mozambique, & Zimbabwe)
04:00hrs: I woke up, to the well-established, wee-wee wanting, and wrestled my whale-like body from the not working, uncomfortable, second-hand, £300, c1968, rickety, rusting, sickenly beige-coloured, recliner. I caught my balance and made for the wet room. For some reason, I’d not got the OGPEB (Overnight-Grey-Plastic-Emergency-Bucket) in situ?
The pathetic wee-wee of sorts was back to an RSHH (Reluctant-Sprinkling-Half-Hearted) effort, with an extraordinarily long AMD (After-Micturition-Dribbling) that took far too long, to my thinking. No early call to the Porcelain Throne, though just like yesterday?
I wandered limpingly to the kitchen. As I was about to take this morning view, from the letting rain in, thick-framed, light & view-blocking new windows, which came out decent enough considering the gloomy weather, I involuntarily started to breaking almost musical, lengthy winds from the rear end! I even broke into a smile wit the length of time they kept coming! Hehehe! But no call to the Porcelain Throne, there were none of the usual tummy pains that I get just before any evacuation. So I felt confident enough to carry on with the Health Checks, but not overly so. With virtual crossed-fingers!
Using the stick thermometer, the temperature sowed up as 34.°7c. Which is a fair one, methinks? Not so the Health Checks on the BP sphygmomanometer, see the SYS? Crikey, that’s high! I wondered maybe the excitement of yesterdays escape from the lock-down to town had some effect on it? I was undoubtedly in a more comfortable frame of mind this morning. Mmm?
I washed and got some potatoes in the crock-pot, with a drop of the Squid brand fine fish sauce vinegar added. No need for salt, because the sauce has Anchovies in it. Bootiful!
I went to get the ablutions done. A standing up at the sink session today, the Iceland order was coming soon. Still, it went fairly well for once! A few dropsies, one tiny-weeny nick shaving, nowt knocked over, and even the medicationing went well! Superb!
I had another look out of the window, and down to Chestnut Walk. Aha, a red car parking naughtily! Or maybe not, he or she might just be turning around. Did you see that? I’m not jumping to conclusions! Temporary- Smug-Mode-Adopted!
I made brew of Glengettie, and took it with me to the computer, to make a start on this blog.
But before I began, the weather turned a little dark again, I pictured it with the Nikon and then dug into the updating.
Huh! The moment I started, guess what happened? SSS (Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley) kicked-off with some venom! This caused, curwhibbles, misspellings, Nicodemus’s occasional letdowns, constant correction making, frustrations, and a peed-offedness like never before! Gangleboggleisations! I gave up, well, had a break, and decided to get the washing done. A long job and SSS made me spill a fair drop of water as I wrang out the clothes after washing. Granglespithowlations! I eventually got the clothes, done, wrung and hung above the sink. No socks to do, cause I chickened of wearing any yesterday.
Not that this has anything at all whatsoever to do with my fear of using the harrowing, Accifauxpa guaranteed, blood-producing, metal, sock-glide of course! Ahem!
The Iceland chap arrived with the food order. Friendly bloke he was, dropped the stuff through the door for me. Thanked him and slipped him a can of G & T, and got the things through to the kitchenette. They had substituted mini apple pies with apple and blackberry ones. (Not for me, I don’t like blackberries). And had not got any muffins in stock.
But it doesn’t matter, cause I’d already got some bits for Jenny, and added the pies and a facemask, and took them down to Jenny’s flat, rang the bell and left the carrier on her doorstep. Back up, and got some more updating on this blog done. Nicodemus and SSS had both calmed down, so progress was reasonable now.
When I got back, I’d had a letter put through the door, so I investigated. It was Nottingham City Homes, Regarding the bad parking at the flats. Pointing out that the bus had to be cancelled last week, due to cars parking on the yellow lines around the turning island, and the bus had to be cancelled for the rest of the day.
One passage read: If you see an NCH vehicle parked on a double-yellow line, please make a note of the vehicle registration, and pass it on to your Independent Living Coordinator, so we can follow this up.
And: We will shortly be installing new bollards around the roundabout to prevent cars parking. They asked residents not to park in restricted areas.
‘Our aim is to keep these areas free from vehicles, to allow bus and emergency services access’.
We all know that there are problems for nurses and residents to park, but the Nottingham City Homes are aware of this, and they are planning to make more spaces available soon. So it’s nice to know they are active in sorting the problems out. Merit point to the NCH!
Jenny rang later, baryphonics from Stuttering Stephany, made me feel a right fool. Talk about having difficulty speaking, finding and spitting out the words didn’t come easily. Humph! I was so well pleased she appreciated the nibbles. Even happier when we got a little chinwag and laugh together in. She was patient with Stuttering Stephanie as well. Bless her! ♥
I got the oven warming, checked the potatoes in the slow-cooker, and got a tin of baked beans in the saucepan, back to the computer.
A landline call came in, it was my beloved Vampire nurse Hristina. ♫ She’ll be coming round the mountain… ♫ losing it here, sorry! Be calling in the morning to take the blood for the INR Warfarin test. ♥
Got the nosh prepared and served up. Horrible is the best word to describe this culinary catastrophe!
The potatoes were alright, that’s about it really. Eurgh! 3/10 for flavour & taste!
I left most of it, apart from the spuds, that is. A wise move, I think.
Took the things through to the kitchenette to soak in the washing up bowl, checked on the jacket still hanging to dry, and moved it on the coathanger to the window, when I took this decentish photo, the evening view looked impressive.
To the main room, and took another picture with the Nikon, through the balcony windows. Pretty natty cloud display!
So, there was no Porcelain Throne visit today. Hmm?
Evening medications were taken, and I got down in the c1968 recliner in search of Sweet Morpheus. Which was nothing short of brilliantly successful! I was in the land-of-nod within an hour. Sleeping and dreaming (I was back to 1950, and a youngster again in this nightmare)… which was rudely disturbed by repeated chiming on the front doors bells!
I had to struggle out of the recliner, fumble about getting some clothes on, hobbling and stubbing my damned toe en route to the door. To discover that it was Josie who’d woke me for the third time in seven days, bringing me a cake, bless her intentions. ♥ I thanked her, couldn’t hear anything she said, no hearing aids in.
I wish the gal would and could remember about my going to sleep early, but there you are, not her fault, we’re both the same memory-wise it seems. Hahaha!
But that was the end of any sleep; when I got back down again, I just could not nod back to sleep! Humph!
