Balance all over the place – Browser issues – Constipation Conrad returns Cataract Cathleen is worse than ever – rampant causing much bleeding and hassle Three efforts. W.C. Water tank still not repaired – Carrying water from the kitchen every time I visit the – Painfully I took photographicalisations to remind me what happened! MAYHEM!
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Good, Morning!
Food Delivery. I’d just finished refilling the W.C. water tank for the second time this morning and was already giving me enough gip – but by the time I’d got these into the kitchen, agony reined. Seemed to stay with me all day long? Morrison’s had some fresh veg in stock! Porridge, beetroot, milk, Shloer and treats for the callers and nurses. Oh, and some extra painkillers in an effort to tame or at least calm down , and . They didn’t work!
Got two of the Desiree red potatoes in the crock pot. When cooked, I’ll slice them up to go in the veg soup I’m hoping to make, using the ready-cut vegetables & seasoning’. I can usually manage to cut the potatoes without any injuries… well, the odd cut or burnt finger or droppings of the product. Tsk!
Took these shots of the sky and clouds, and I did a spot of jolt decent ‘Peaceful-Pareidoliaing’ for a while. Plenty in these two for any pareidoliain to enjoy.
Hours of blog work later, I sliced the boiled potatoes and got them into the oven to crisp and toughen up to go in the soup. Got the ready-cut vegetable in the saucepan. Added some more seasoning to taste. Got the baked potatoes added, served up and feasted! I’d left some in the pan to warm up tomorrow… it seemed a good idea…
. Guess who ate his nosh, totally unaware that the idiot had left the heat on under the saucepan? Here’s a clue… What a mess! I did my bestest to salvage the saucepan… It is now laid to rest in multiple black coffin bags and laying at rest at the bottom of the waste chute tunnel. R.I.P. It was an expensive one too! I now have four saucepan lids that don’t necessarily fit any of the others. And the waste tip was the destination of all four of them. Ah, there’s an idea, an Ode to Saucepan Owning Dementia Doreen Sufferers? Still, I have to say I really did enjoy the flavour of this effort; Not the cremation of the fodder left in the doomed saucepan; I meant the food I ate. Thought I’d mention that just for clarificationalistacalisationing.
After digging out what I could of the burnt offerings to go on the plate, this concrete had to get dished with the saucepan.
Worra Wild Sunset View! Another Pareidoliaing session with this one. Can you see the flying bird? Dolphins in the sky? The running tap? Or is it just me? Who can see?
Hehehe!
Oh, the nosh’s flavour rating, I missed that. Sorry. Taste Rating: 7.5/10. Nice!
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Talk about relaxed and out-of-it!
Nothing hassled me, and there was plenty of
reasons to get upset.
I’ll use the few photos I took. Cheers from him, who’s lost it!
First photo after the calamity of carrying the water from the kitchenette to refill the still unmended, non-working W.C. tank.
Lost balance and dropped the bucket.
Got the shave and washing done and really worked hard to get the P.P.s on. A minor Accifauxpas hit my back on the door when I toppled precariously but did not go down. Naturally, this kicked off BPB Back-Pain-Brenda. Been nibbling painkillers throughout the day, yet it didn’t phase me, and I kept calm?
Cleaned up the mess from the bucket fiasco… well, the water, W.C. and checked the taps were off!
Took another shot from the same place.
I got deep into concentrating on the blog work. The Carer arrived, & did the medicationalisticalisationing.
♥ Heavenly Delight! ♥ Then, I do like this title; The QMC Haematology, Anticoagulation, Deep Vein Thrombosis, Warfarin nurse called to take my blood sample to check the INR level. Sweet Hristina ♥
My Pareidoliaing came to the fore when I looked at yesterday’s photo above. Danged if I can see it now, but I saw a pig’s face and snout in the photo. This encouraged me to make this graphic. Blown if I can see it now… but it’s well late in the day before I got to doing this blog, and my eyes are always worserer when I get tired.
Afternoon shot, taken when I went to the kitchen to make my first mug of Glengettie tea. (I said I was feeling odd, didn’t I?). I left it on the side near the kettle, and I heard the phone going off. Hobbled to get it answered before whoever it was, rang off.
It was the lady from the QMC Haematology, Anticoagulation, Deep Vein Thrombosis, and Warfarin Clinic. She reminded me that I have missed the last four appointments with my Doctors to give my blood sample. I calmly stated: I’ve had all your letters telling me, and the Carer rang the Doctors for me, who said there were no appointments made at all. She asked about my eating and, what the Carers do for me, how do they give the medications. In my hand in a tub. Do they always give you the correct medications? No idea; I usually just take them and swallow them. I trust them. Adding: That’s because when I took them myself, I was getting them wrong. That’s why the carers started coming. When I mentioned to her that the haematology nurse came this morning, she was not aware of this. I can’t remember the other questions, but there were plenty of them.
I had to visit the Porcelain Throne for the third time, which of course, entailed the struggle with the buckets of water to refill the not-working W.C. tank. BPB was already bad but got worse!
I added some more Paracetamol to my order for tomorrow, with a packet of Nuro… whatever they are called, to the order.
Took a photo of the early evening view. Noticing that a local house was having an extension built.
I am a nosy devil! Hehehe!
Care Jodie arrived. Got the evening medications sorted for me. We had a mini-gossip and a laugh.
The leg was itching underneath the day pouch. The weeing got more frequent suddenly.
Evening shot. Pareidoliaing opportunity here?
Carer arrived. I got on the computer after the gal went off on her rounds, I fetched another bottle of
spring water, and took this shot above.
Well, I must get something to eat. Back in the morning… well…
Tuesday Morning 0650hrs Catch-up…
So, tired, and the return of a was coming on. After two days of hairy-fairyness and feeling out of it, this came almost as a shock to me. The depths of misery flooded my every essence, and I genuinely feared for my sanity – I wasn’t coping well at all with this bout of sudden despondency. Yet as I had two, almost at the same time, this seemed to bring me back to normalcy… well, as close as I’ll ever get to it, anyway, with my mind withering with being eaten and tormented by accompanied by the day-long pains from . (Nearly lost the plot there with waffling).
An erupted as I was washing the pots. I made a grab for Metal-Mickey, knocked my knee against the cabinet, and toppled a dish from the draining board; that hit the , catching and knocking the release valve on its way down to smash, seemingly at the time, into a million pieces, as I wee’d down my leg onto the kitchenette floor, and into my slipper! I cursed and swore proliferously as my first reaction to the . Initially, my language and responses were getting increasingly more volatile.
❶ I closed the catheter pouch valve first actioning.
❷ Got my slipper off and binned it.
❸ Then, trod on some of the broken crockery pieces.
❹ Swept up the pottery slivers. Sealed and binned them.
❺ Got the Speed-Mop out and cleaned the floor.
❻ Stood in a bucket with Dettol in the water and cleaned and sanitised my foot.
❼ Refilled the bucket with water so it was ready for my next need of the , to refill the still-not-working W.C. tank.
❽ These actions had given , a new impetus to inflict even more pain on me!
❾ I took a Codeine and Paracetamol.
Then at long last, got around to making a scratch meal. Close to midnight now! Made some cheesy potato mash and found some, hopefully, in-date soy mini-sausages in the fridge, with a good splashing of BBQ sauce. Two bread rolls and a pot of strawberry dessert. Very nice simple nosh; I was too tired to bother with anything fancy. Flavour-Rating: 7.10.
It was while ingesting this surprisingly edible meal… that I realised that I had calmed down so much since the last round of cruel , apart from the pain they left me in, they seem to have had no lasting detrimental implications now at all?
The gave me a break last night. ! However, the combined forces of and rejuvenated assured me of another bad night for waking up far too often. Humph!
Waking up, I was tremendously resistant to the thought of trying the computer. As I took off night bag, I was not concerned about anything other than ‘Will the computer work?’ After yesterday’s performance with the mystery ‘Process thingummybob’ for eleven hours, I felt it might be the end for the Bang & Olufsen. My heart was not in what I was doing, and I feared the worst. I was resisting any activity apart from removing the night bag. However, the need for the was getting urgent, and the bubbling and grumbling from ruled innards forced me into action… reluctantly.
Deserved a ‘Medal-of-Muckiness’. Splattery, phooey, sloppy, and the last lb of it did not want to evacuate. So 15-20 minutes passing and cleaning up was followed by ten minutes fetching and carrying water from the kitsch to the bathroom, three trips needed.
Got the waste bags sorted out, the computer was about to be put on, and the Carer arrived. Got me medicated, and as she left, it was back to the for me! Not so messy, but three trips, well six come think of it, were needed. This time, BPB kicked off Summat rotten and has been a bother ever since up to now. Then, believe it or not, the started on me! Then I found that poor Little Inchies . And I had to find out if the computer worked yet – that bothered me more than anything else.
The computer started, looking good, then the risk of going onto Firefox. Dang gang, dwang,,, Dwang! I got the browser on, and nothing was opening… was it Firefox or the Internet. A quick look at the Liberty-Global Virgin box revealed that it was indeed due to the $26 million a year plus guaranteed bonus’s boss of Liberty-Global, Mr Fries, inability to send a signal to Nottingham that had caused my current dilemma. Well, fancy that, Liberty-Global Internet going down. It’s not done it since yesterday as well! Utter (overcharging) Rubbish! Still, the oligarch is good-looking. Jealous? Me? Yes!
I made the first brew of Glengettie of the day while awaiting Liberty-Global to reinstate the overcharged-for-crap service to the flats. I was surprised at how dark it still was when I took this snap of the view through the kitchenette window. $26 million a year plus guaranteed bonus Mr Fries, Liberty-Global service had not yet returned. Not that I was too bothered, I had to visit the for the third time. 6 more trips with the water and BPB is even more painful!
Aha, Mr Fries, $26 million a year plus a guaranteed bonus paid, the boss of Liberty-Global – Virgin Media had got the signal working again. Well done to that number-crunching oligarch! Hehehe! I’d just taken these blue photos. The mist is not clearing yet.
FINGERS CROSSED – I OPENED FIREFOX! Yee Gawd, it seems to be working again?. .
Sister Jane rang me. The line was breaking up badly, and I was struggling to catch most of what she said. Then the next Carer rang the bell. I pressed on and got the Friday bl… no, Saturday blog finished, not much in it, but there you are. I can thank the oligarchical Liberty-Global’s Mr Fries for that.
Cor, Blimey! A fourth trip to the flipping . And naturally, 6 trips to and from the kitchen to fetch water for the W.C. tank. Worst of all, BPB was so persistent with her agony giving twinges! I wonder if last night’s vegetable soup with added seasonings might be the reason for my messy, sickly, repetitive marathons? I didn’t take any photos of it cause I thought I’d be without a computer this morning.
Got the Health Checks sorted and a graph made in the new Enforced upon me CorelDraw. I’m still and will be until , and have been repaired… as I mentioned yesterday… if I live long enough.
The Wee-wee Mystery
Hello, the wee-wee has started to rapidly flow… And yet all day yesterday, it was so slow! And I’d drank Spring water, 3L or so… Today my guzzling rate was far below? I reckon I’ve already passed a kilo… Coming more often suddenly… Will I ever again get to see… Me taking a manual wee-wee? Hehehe!
I went to the kitchen to see if I could plan a salvage operation on what was left of last night’s nosh in the saucepan. After a bit of ponderisationing, I made my mind up. I added a tin of cheapo tomatoes to the stick mess, tasted it cold, and added some liquid sea salt to it. Then popped the last of the vegan min-sausages in… then gave them a good stir. I can heat them up later, with the last of the terribly bland; I’ll never repurchase them from Asda, mortgage-needing priced sourdough rolls.
I had a blast on the computerisationing. But I didn’t get very far with my blogging. Why? I’ll tell yers… Yet another call from the innards to the !
came in support of BPB , they mutually got at me, without mercy, after fetching the water in agony from the kitchen to refill the not working W.C. tank, yet again! I know I shouldn’t, but I took two Impofrufen Extras. But did not take any Paracetamol when the Carer arrived. I went back on with blogging but realised the semi-final twixt Manchester United and Brighton was on the box; thus, I made more and more mistakes, and my eyes worsened as I got tired… Poor old thing!
Ah, Extra-Time to be played. That’s put the kybosh on me getting some blogging done!
It’s no good, I sat here doing nothing physical, and the pains from the two ailments are still so bad. I risked taking another Codeine; I hope it helps with the gals, BPB and … Please!
Watching the extra time of the match… and I smelt burning! Arrgh! I hobbled rapidlyish to the kitchenette to find I’d left the heat on under the saucepan. An awful lot of the sausages had split open. Not that it matters, I suppose. Back at the end of the match and trying to concentrate on this blog. Not a cat in hell’s chance, of course.
I gave up on the blog and watched what little was left of the match. Then went to see if any decent shots were available of the sun going down. Too early yet. So I got the heat under the pan, slowly warmed up the food, and served it. Two rolls of bread and a mini-pot of dessert. Not too bad at all. Gave this one a Taste Rating of 7/10. The Carer called when I was eating it.
Added the night pouch too , and slipped me a couple of Paracetamols.
Washed the pots and took these shots of the amazing sky over the next half-hour or so.
Bootiful! High, but on her way down… The last fullish blest of her heat… All but hidden now. Gorgeous! A last quick peek
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I’d got the top section graphics done ready: Cartoon, Ode, Spikes Quote, and the Health Statistics graphic completed, and on the blog… THEN DISASTER STRUCK! As I was putting the (only) photographicalisation of the day on CorelDraw, had the WordPress tag open and the Internet home page open, and a Firefox page opened. Took three photos of them; in the morning, I made the graphic below, so you can see my confusion.
I could not get this tag to close, open any others, or close the programme. Baffled, now? The top said ‘Firefox Process. The number on the right of the list varied between ‘Idle’, 0.2% to 4.1%… but they kept changing all the time and jumping from one line to another? What could I do? So I left it on the screen in hopes that it may come to a conclusion or decision; let me know and tell me what to do? 11- hours later, in the early hrs of the morning, it was only showing at what I thought must be the overall % done rate, 0.3%? I boldly turned it off at the plug. In the morning, I shall cross my fingers and pray and then try to get it going again. Mission impossible? The Computer’s Imminent Death? Sod it if it is!
As you can work out by this, it survived another day. Not sure if I will – Will anything ever go right for me? Silly Question!
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According to the sparsity of scribbled notes on the pad, I got up at 06:00hrs. Removed the night pouch and took it to be emptied and sanitised. En route, and I can really remember this; partly due to its the first time I’d done it for many days and secondly for the agony that followed it. I had a , and cringed, whinged and moaned a little to myself. I did notice that my blood was keeping away from my feet and toes?. Took this snap to show you. The wee-wee in the night bag was a very good colour, although there was not an awful lot of it? Not peeing, toe-stubbing, and now a blood-clot-threatening lack of movement from the cardiovascular system had gone on strike. Haha! The betterer day was short-lived!
A sudden, urgent and unstoppable evacuation began of its own accord – no warning this time. I barely made it in time, had I not been in the kitchen, I would a phoo’d myself; that’s how close it was. Huh! was back in charge of the evacuations. More time was lost cleaning and freshening up and fetching water from the kitchen to refill the non-working WC water tank. Had a quick wash, and I got the kitchenette floor mopped. I did take a snap of it, but for some reason, it was not on the SD card?
Got the computer on, and the first Carer called. A little natter after she’d serviced me. Back to the blogging for yesterday that had not been done yet. It’s gonna be a long day again!
They just can’t get it right. Can they at Liberty-Global? His bosses at the oligarch’s money-manipulating business bought out Virgin Media and have got involved financially with ‘3’, Vodafone and EE, as well. As they lyingly say on their web page:
We’re building Tomorrow’s Connections Today, bringing people together through the power of our technology. Liberty Global is a world leader in converged broadband, video and mobile communications and an active investor in cutting-edge infrastructure, content and technology ventures. With our investments in fibre-based and 5G networks, we play a vital role in society, currently providing over 86 million fixed and mobile connections and rolling out the next generation of products and services while readying our networks for 10 Gbps and beyond. We’re creating national champions, combining the best broadband and mobile networks under brands such as Virgin Media-02 in the UK, Vodafone-Ziggo in The Netherlands, Telenet in Belgium, Sunrise in Switzerland, Belgium, Virgin Media in Ireland and UPC in Slovakia. Liberty Global Ventures, our global investment arm, has a portfolio of more than 75 companies and funds across content, technology and infrastructure, including strategic stakes in ITV, Univision, Plume, Lionsgate and the Formula E racing series.
Our scale enables us to transfer knowledge and expertise (other than how to get an Internet service to Nottingham that isn’t going down all the time)across our operations and investments, creating a dynamic family of brands united in the pursuit of innovation and excellence. (Giggle!) And we’re prioritising diversity, equity and inclusion in our workplace and communities while reducing our impact on the environment. We are using technology as a force for good; for our people, our partners and the planet.
Hahaha! A World Leader? Armholes!
They can’t even get an unbroken, working signal to Nottingham. And they have a mast up the hill from the flats. Of course, it may be an old one from when Virgin was reliable, trustworthy and economical to use?
Second Carer called. Medicated and had a chin-wag for a couple of minutes; she checked the taps and stove for me, took the rubbish bag,
I got a call from the Haematology nurse, Kristina. She is going to call on me Monday, twixt 9-10am. Lovely to hear from her. First time in about nine weeks now. ♥
Turned everything off to give the computer a rest and went to get the done. With EQ warning me to take care! So I will, I must; he’s never wrong, you know, about upcoming mishaps, Accifauxpas, whatever, back in 2 hours or so. (Sorry, I mean in the morning.)
Good morning – updating now…
Got the nosh sorted. A better taste this time. (It’s about time too!) Not been very successful with vegetable soup (canned); I made extra gravy and cooked some mushrooms with a splash of liquid smoke. Taste-Rating: 802/10. Just got settled to eat it and the TV on, and the evening carer arrived. was patient and sorted the medications out. I told him that the INR DVT Warfarin nurse had called and is coming to take a blood sample on Monday. He seemed pleased for me, knowing as he did that no one had been for eight-weeks now. He shot off so that I could eat the meal, bless him. When I went to wash the empty dish and things, I found I’d left the hot water tap running, and the hob on the cooker too! A bout of self-cursing and disgust followed!
Delved into the c1966 charity shop bought, second-hand, wincingly grotty, beige coloured, not working, crumb-covered from the nocturnal nibblings, itch-making, uncomfortable, virus breeding, easy-to-fall-out-of, recliner, got the TV back on; and promptly fell into a deep comforting sleep.Waking bouncingly,. as the door chime woke me, and the late Carer Joanne called. She added the night bag to after giving me a painkiller. We had a little nonsense natter, and off she went on her rounds.
That was it for sleeping; tired as I felt, the kicked-off! After a while, I gave up, got up and was glad I did, for the night view was grand and photographable in the extreme.
I got back into the flea-bitten recliner, and no sooner had I settled than the fan-dangled visited. They seemed to be having a discussion and not including me this time? The oddest thing, feeling, sensation that I’ve had in a long time.
This went on for ages, and then suddenly, it snapped back into the usual assault of guilt, stupidity and shame directed straight at me. (Which is the usual thing, so, somehow, it comforted me?) But was still resistant.
I recall using the wind-up torch to make sure that the wee was getting through to the , and seeing that it was 02:00hrs. I reckon I drifted off thereabouts and didn’t stir until 06:00hrs.
DOREEN DEMENTIA; WAS SO HEGEMONIC... She had my mind all over the place; it was most horrific, Repeating my actions, & dropping things, I had another hat trick! Peripheral Neuropathy Pete is to blame, too; he’s malefic! On & off all day, Doreen & Pete were nudnik! No idea what I was doing at times… I feel sick… Most ailments are incurable or idiopathic, But I still do my odeing, though most of it is iambic. f it as rubbish and pathetic, This Inchie Today will be mostly photographic… Memory Blanks, lack of willpower & somnific… And as of now, I’m mentally borasic!
Bit of blood in the night bag again.
Got some spuds in the crock pot and forgot all about them.
.Shot of the dreary morning later on.
One of many brews of tea that I made. I split a few and forgot all about the others. Some left with the tea bag brewing and went cold. Some near the computer went cold.
Asda delivery. The kind driver to them into the kitchen for me. And put them anywhere he could find room. I appreciated his help. The Vegan shortbread biscuits were soon demolished! Hehe!.
Items I’d missed.
Waste bags sorted out. INR DVT Warfarin nurse arrived. Blood taken. Little natter enjoyed. By me, anyway… The next few hours were lost in the ether. A carer came… she signed the book, so I am right. Computerisationing, with accompanying problems with the mouse, my bad eyesight, mistakes galore, and I was not a happy laddie, methinks. Frustrated! Noise from the list engineers, but can’t be helped.
was working okay, but a bit of discomfort when the flow kept stopping occasionally But the colouration was fine later on.
Afternoon shot, then I lost another couple of hours. During which, Carer Carole-Anne (I think) arrived to return the laundry for me.
A couple of hours or so later, I took these shots the evening view. No sunsetting to shoot – Humph! As the darkness fell, I took more snaps. Pleased with the two above and below. Shot above here… Ans below of the Citrus Way car park.
Carer Richard arrived later. But I think one came earlier but the memory blanks obscured things again.
Found this photo of last night’s meal. I don’t think I put in on yesterdays?
All confused, I may have got Tuesdays and Wednesdays mixed up together?
Foreboding: What does that really mean? I’ll look it up; just a moment, please… Ah, yes, hats the word. Today has been a get nothing done, but, been a busy all-day scenario. A new medical appointment at the Woodthorpe Hospital arrived via a long complicated difficult-to-hear telephone call from the Doctors surgery.
For an Initial Prostate investigation. I think it was called a TURP procedure, so I looked it up to know what’s what to expect. “Transurethral resection of the prostate (TURP)” Further investigationings came up with: In transurethral resection of the prostate (TURP), a combined visual and surgical instrument (resectoscope) is inserted through the urethra, where it’s surrounded by prostate tissue. An electrical loop cuts away excess prostate tissue to improve urine flow. Oh, good! I made nine phone calls today: Easy-Link to try and book a lift to and from the Woodthorpe Hospital for the procedure – No chance, told to ring back on Monday morning. I’m hoping that I remember to!
The last five procedures I’ve had all came on a Friday afternoon or evening. Easy (Easy? Haha!) link finish early Fridays, do not have anyone on Saturdays and Sundays. But I’m not complaining about them, they are a charity with wonderful kind volunteers.
I had eight phone calls come in today, and every single one came when I was either in the wet room or kitchen. Thus did not hear them or heard late and missed them… well, five of them. I also made nine calls out. Five being to get through to Easy-Link, which didn’t work out, did it?
A most frustrating day. Thinking about it; nothing went right at all that I can remember. I just got more and more frustrated as the day wore on, grinding me into a Dracula depression.
It all started when I woke up! I could at least stand up a little easier this morning. But hobbling, more than walking nowadays, was dodgy as the swelling of the ankles and toes was throwing what bit of balance I’d got out of sync.
I took the above abysmally bad photo of the right foot… Dropped the Fuji camera, and the batteries fell out. Could I find them all? No! I found them all, bar one. Where it went is still a mystery as I type this. So, no photos for the blog. Although, many hours (18:00hrs) later, I trod on the escaped battery that had rolled under an overlapping chair cover and found it as I ended up on the floor – luckily right next to the Inchy-Elephant-Lifting-Aid, the recliner, os I got back up actually thinking… Aha, I can use the camera now. No idea why, but it let me take one shot of the sky clouds and refused to be turned on after that at all. I shall have a look for the spare batteries again later. Maybe if I can find them, they will save the day? Prevent me from topping myself with frustration? Only joking!
Carer Kara came, I do like her. But she looked a little tense today, hope she’s alright. Managed to get a laugh from her before she departed.
The one and only Porcelain Throne Session went okay. Yes!
Liberty-Global -Virgin Internet went done for a short while. Well, would you believe that? Amazing, it hadn’t gone down since yesterday!
Carer Sam arrived. Had a mini-natter, and she looked well.
Went to make a brew of Glengettie, and the mobile rang, which of course, I can’t hear when in the kitchen. I caught the last few rings as I got to the phone too late. The receptionist rang me back minutes later, but it was impossible to hear what she was saying as things kept breaking up. She tried again on the landline. Not perfect, but easier to hear more of what she was saying about the appointment at the hospital. Then ~I tried ringing Easy-Link. After several failed attempts over the next hour or so, I got through. But there was no one in; they had just closed down for the week. The lady said to ring back on Monday.
Bit of a Panic: Doreen’s fault!
I’d got it mixed up a little, and I thought for a moment that the appointment was for next Monday, so can they supply a lift with such short notice, I thought. Minutes later, it clicked into place, and I realised the Prostate was being inspected on the 27th, not the 20th. Panic-Over!
Care Jozeph, or is it Josef, arrived, and I asked him to see if he could let someone know to remind me on Monday to call Easy-Link. I’m not sure he’ll be in, though, on Monday. I’ll ask the others too.
Hello, Hello, Hello! I went to wash my tea mug and spilt some water with citric acid in it, and some went into the drawer – I hastily grabbed some kitchen towel and pulled open the drawer… It was at this precise moment that I remembered where I’d put the Amazon double-A batteries. The moment I saw them lying there in the drawer! Yeehaa!
I got them into the Fuji and, with a certain disappointment, realised that there was no sunset to see tonight! But took this shot. I had some wonderful shots these last three nights as well.
Then to make sure things were working Fuji-wise, I took this shot of the main room. Getting on now.
I pressed on with the blogging duties. Sad that there were not many photographs. And I thought I’ll make it up to my many followers and fans and put some of my favourite sunset pictures of the week on. I hope they both like them. Here they are:
And the week before:
That’s yer lot.
I’ll get something to eat now… Oh, no, I won’t.
Carer Sarah arrived to put the night pouch on to No time for a chat; the gal was busy.
Now I’ll get some sarnies made. Vegan ham, on oven-baked rolls with BBQ sauce. Sounds okay to me; better just make sure I’ve got some plasters before I start to slice the pretend meat or burn my fingers in the oven. Hehehe!
Vegan ham, fresh Kenyan peas, two rolls with Marmite and cheese, dunked with the ham into some BBQsauce (Of course). A pot of cheap strawberry jamcheesecake, and eaten along with a bag (Or two) of the delicious, irresistible Marmite crisps!
It was well gone midnight again before I got settled into the aged, grotty-looking c1966 made, charity-shop-bought, horribly beige-coloured, £300, Harold’s Haemorrhoid-testing, non-operational, acne-giving, virus-breeding, rickety, easy-to-fall-out-of recliner.
Up at 06:20hrs. The night pouch was removed. Which started off very annoyed with me, Back-Pain-Brenda, for the rest of the day. Huh!
However, the urine was a healthy colour. Got the pouch emptied. Wrapped it was per the instructions in a blue bag. Then thought I’d better get a shave at long last. I stripped (Not the catheter, of course) and had a good stand-up body scrubbing session. As I was about to get the shaving done, the door chime chimed. No, I didn’t mean that… the intercom chimed; luckily, I’d left the wet room door open, or else I’d never have heard it. It was the Ocado delivery I ordered last week and forgot all about, and ordered an Asda delivery for today as well. I know, four weeks on the trot now that I’ve done this. Is there no hope for me?
Not a lot of things, though, but some expensive stuff in there, And some favourites that no other store stocks now?
Like Marmite crisps, well loaded up now!.
The costly Flash mop thingamajigs, wet and dry pads. They were on sale at half-price!!!
Then the Lynt Easter eggs the carers like, and fresh (Kenyan) podded peas: neither of which are available elsewhere!
Some reet treats here, Alcohol-Free fizzy pretend champagne. Blood orange tonic weather as well. I shared a bottle of the ersatz plonk with someone later on.
Then after getting things put away and taking a painkiller to appease the bone-shaking Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley, the door chime did go off, and in came Carer Richard as I was putting the kettle on.
The lad got down to sorting out the medications for me, and we had a few minutes of the nattering session, during which he gave me some advice. He was feeling a smidge better, he said this morning. Great news; if he meant it, bless him. Off he trotted, with me telling him to get to bed. Hehe!
Moments later, the Asda order arrived. A big one this was; it filled eight carrier bags and two boxes.
Accifauxpa getting one of the carriers inside. I was carrying it with both hands and tripped over the stick as it fell from my arm… This caused the inserted into Little Inchie Catheter Cathleen tubing to be yanked a little. Christ, it hurt!Still does, actually, nine hours later!
However, being the trooper, hero, and brave bold man I am, after stopping the bleeding, I just got on with the mammoth job of sorting out the delivery.Naturally, it didn’t bother a man of my calibre in the least.
I realised that I’d bought several packets of pickled onion crisps. Cause I’d forgotten that I’d ordered the Marmite crisps. I may have to live on them for a few weeks… along with the Cheesy Curls… But no, to my amazement, they had delivered so many of the items that they had not had in for ages, I ordered two of them or another variety… they fooled me and only had one item not available.
I restocked the Carers and Nurses shelf.
Hohoho! Just look at the new biscuits they had in stock!.
Galaxy Chocolate digestives – Bootiful! Maryland Cookies – Caramelised! Great!
A sliced Farmhouse loaf!!!
Very Nice!
Well, a nicely stocked fridge & Freezer now!
I am a glutton!
To say how busy I was all day…
Thus not concentrating on drinking, I was pleased with the urine flow. Although in the evening, it did get a bit bloody.
Just after midday, a shot of the Sherwood housing.
Then things got busy and went pear-shaped after Carer Kara, Sarah or Samantha visited to see me… Sister Jane rang, and we had a nice gossip. Nurse Christina called to say she would be coming tomorrow to take the INR blood test for me. Esther called to see how I was. Bit unfortunate in the timing cause just as I caught the damned catheter tube again, Argh! And the blood flowed as she rang, so I could not concentrate properly on what she was saying. Then a belated Amazon delivery arrived, washing soda. Then…
It was getting late, and my eyes were as usual, getting increasingly blurred; I think I must have hit the wrong combination of keys, and CorelDraw froze on me! I lost all the work I’d just done as I was about to save them to file. Grrr! I had to force close things and restart the computer. With fingers crossed that all the photos of the sunset and the day’s happenings would still be on CorelDraw – HA! No chance! I booted and opened CorelDraw, and ALL THE WORK I’d done over the last three hours HAD BEEN LOST! Not only did I have to do it all again, but the file had to be name changed, and I lost over an hour trying to find the original to do so!
Not going too well at the moment!
Carer Charley arrived, and we laughed and nattered for a short while, which cheered me up a smidgeon.
I took the above picture while waiting for the kettle to boil.
This below is the last day photo I’d taken and forgot to put on earlier.
You can see the sunset getting ready to appear at the bottom. And Bootiful it was when it came.
I had another bash at this blog, then got myself something to eat. A reet treat, too!
Well, apart from the soggy tomatoes and not nice Kenyan peas and slightly tasteless potatoes, The imitation pork & strawberry cheesecake were fine. Taste-Rating: 6.2/10.
Arrived. Got the and the medications are given. We put the world to right during our three-minute chinwag. (We brought back hanging, 20-year minimum sentences for anyone who kills anyone with a vehicle, Escooters, or bike) Made a life term to be a life term for murderers, and got rid of all the Parole Boards, and sentenced everyone involved in freeing a convicted killer to murder again to life imprisonment on bread & water, with no visitors and no medical treatment. Made cannabis legal, unless when driving. Brought down the cost of Vodka for Richard, and Marmite Crisps for me. Well, that was a fine start. Now we have to form a political Party. Hehehe!
I got carried away today… No, not the undertakers or men in white coats to blame. Har-har! It was a moment of freedom granted to my mind by VDD; Vascular Dementia Doreen. A cunning trick on her behalf to give me more grief, and it fooled and lured me into spending half an hour or so of heavenly pareidoliaing as the sunset faded for the day. And I took many photos of its progress, Bootiful! (Further down never the bottom of the blog.
But and however, she made me pay dearly for my moments of contentment. While viewing, photographing and admiring the beauty of Mother Nature through the kitchen window… I’d left the hot tap running. And dangerously accifauxpa-temptingly held in the evacuation that was brewing; So as not to miss the last photos as the darkness fell – But I had to rush off to the Porcelain Throne as things in the rear-end were starting of their own accord! Naturally, I failed to make it in time. Another mess to clean up! Which I did as quickly as I could to get back to the photographicalisationing. Which is when I noticed the hot tap (faucet) running. The water was cold by then. But the real pisser of them all? I missed the dawning of the darkness to picture. I do believe I swore vociferously! Ah, well, on with the diary…
Up at about 06:40hrs. I think the shock of a certain organ being extended, thus giving me great discomfort with the catheter, helped get me up and into wakefulness of sorts. I got the night pouch disconnected.
Went to wash the tube end, and the moon was still in view, so I snapped it wide and closer.
Not very well, mind.
Unbelievably, the day bag had reloaded with clear wee-wee.
I soon got it emptied.
Carer Richard arrived. Medications were given, and he reminded me of Thursday’s visit to the Mental Health Coppice Hospital. Now I must remember to ring Easy-Lift to make sure I have booked a lift. Before it is too late to do so. (Of course, I forgot to do it). Richard checked the taps and stove for me.
Ah, a bit of blood in the urine now. But it cleared up later. I caught the tube earlier, and it may have ripped the fungal lesion a bit. It hurt like hell. (I did this three more times in the afternoon and evening)
I received an email from Lisa at the Rehabilitation and Falls Service (South Locality). She is a caring lady. Asking many questions, which I probably went into too much detail in answering, now I think of it. But I answered them all. Bless her. Carer Sam arrived. Meds and safety checks were done. I was working on making mistakes, errors, misspellings and forgetting things on the blog.
Carer Kara called. Always helpful, that gal.
Teatime, I went to make a brew, and the sunset photo farce began. Here are the photos in the order they were taken; some zoomed in and some not. There are a good few; sorry if they bore you.
But I love them, even if they did cause the Porcelain Throne and tap to be left on scenarios. Hehehe!
I took a couple, one of the car park, the other of the houses, to break up the monotony for you.
Then back to the sky…
Then I had to tend to the Porcelain Throne farce.
Air Fryer tried arrived; good timing on my behalf. The frier-timer had about ten minutes left to go. Richard let me make the meal before he gave me the medications and put the night pouch onto the day bag for me. He took the waste bags with him. The chip putties were consumed with some tomato ketchup. The letdown (I usually get one of these regularly) was that the Lumix would not work for me at all. Well, it gave me a blank screen. I’ll try it again in the morning… but my hope is not high.
Sleep, repose, siesta, catnap, cwsg, shut-eye, in the arms of sweet Morpheus, inertia, schlafen, state of stupefaction, or whatever you want to call it: Was a most welcome visitor last night! An estimated snoozing period of around 6 hours was enjoyed. Grrreat! Brilliant!
Mind you, the actual awakening frit and shook me, I have to say. 05:00hrs, one of, if not the most violent yet reinvigorating, returns to consciousness I’ve had since waking up in the hospital after the stroke.
I have got bruises to prove it!
Oh, and two bottles of spring water, the torch and the eye drops were knocked off of the ottoman. Hehe!
After using the Porcelain Throne: Which incidentally was one of the best sessions in months, No bleeding, not a sign of pain, no mess, no repugnant pongs, and zero effort or input was required from yours truly, either! Grrreat! Brilliant!
I began to question if I was not still with Sweet Morpheus and dreaming.
Made a mug of Thompson’s Punjana and onto the computer. Not the tea on the computer, me! Thought I’d just clarify that.
Went onto the WordPress comments and had two come in… yes, twice the usual. Both are amusing, one from Tim Price (see above Ode). Another one from Professor Billum. I hope to find the time to make an ode about that one too.
I got the Sunday blog updated and made myself another mug of tea, this time Glenghetti. Took a wee-wee and got the ablutions done. Yet another (I know, it’s worrying, innit?) By flipping Lords of , Not a single nick shaving! Only a couple of harmless dropsies and one heading of the control box. Got the medications done, not needing to treat , , or the or !!! Grrreat! Brilliant! Fantastic! Fair enough, I did make the teeth and gums bleed a bit, but the only thing really bothersome was missing the eye with the drops. Not that it tastes too bad when it dribbles down into my mouth, discolouring my white (Now brown & White) moustache en route, but are they good for me? Haha!
Emailed the blog link, and did some Pinteresting… And then I fear all the good luck I’d been having crumbled… Nothing on the notepad or in the brain until announced the arrival of . Everything is patchy from here on until about 18:20 hours. I feel Richard and I spoke after getting the medications sorted. Treats in thanks, and vaguely think I went to the waste chute room with Richard? We spoke near the lift (elevator) doors; I’m almost certain, and I may have given him a man-hug?
This is as far as the notes and memory of that bit go. Yep, I obviously got the sonw, cause the graph had been updated, so I got it copied from Excel.
I think that Asda sent a message about short items and substitutes; think I deleted it cause it didn’t matter or something.
I was going into and out of awareness.
Reckon I got through to ILC Deana, cause it says on the calendar that she is calling to see me tomorrow.
Things are so puzzling. Seems even worse after waking up so sharp-minded as well.
I cannot remember doing these graphics at all.No idea when things came back into sense again for sure. But the notepad next page was found with some notes on it? But mostly undecipherable. I took a photo of what it looked like. My typing skills were well bad when I tried to get back onto blogging. I found some photos on the SD card. But it’s a guess as to what and where some of them were from and of. Amazingly some memories returned when I saw the pictures.
Remembered (now) taking these. Doing the ablutions. I was fine then, but still can’t recall taking them?
Oh, yes. The cooking tongues arrived. Now I remember why I took these, despite forgetting later on. It was the size of the box compared to the contents!
A wet mystery.
Asda delivery. Treats table new lines for Christmas added.
Whoopsiedangleplop Got the food in the oven and veg in the saucepan. Forgot about these. Burnt the hell out of them!
About 18:20hrs, sounded, and in came . I was back to normal by then and feeling much more aware and alert. We got the medications sorted out and had a mini-chinwag (Well, I did… Hehehe!) Treat in thanks, and off Jodie went. I can’t remember now if I locked the door or not… I’ll go and check. Nope, not locked. But it is now.
Chiselled the food out of the saucepan and got some fodder. I had to do some resuscitation on the food to make it eatable. However, the partially crushed Asda rolls were kind on the teeth.
