I got my head down around 04:00hrs. The customary wee-wee was far less painful this morning. Just before 08:00hrs, rang out and came in. The poor thing looked done in. I felt so sorry for him and not a little guilty for taking up his time. But he won’t be anything but reliable & conscientious. I think I babbled on a bit and confused him at first, so schtummed the nattering a tad. He soon got the medications sorted. I appreciate having him call; I love his double-yawns! (Hehe!) Soon got the medications sorted for me. Checked the flat for anything left on or dangerous and gave me the all-clear.
Richard gave me a belated Calls for the week of listings.
I think he may be calling again; according to the list, I have a total of five from Meridian Care today.
One of them is for ‘Shadowing’ – for 45 minutes. I’m sure that Meridian’s Tina explained what this meant to me, but even at the time, I seem to remember thinking to myself, ‘I’m not going to remember that!” I was right. Oh, it’s for 75 minutes, innit?
Three-quarters of an hour ‘Shadowing’… the mind boggles.
A call came in. It was from the Coppice Hospital. It was a reminder of tomorrow’s mental assessment. I mentioned that my carer would be coming with me, and the problems we have had in finding the location of the area we need to go in.
She said: straight in by the bollards and go right; it’s a dead end. Put a note on Richard’s pad about it.
Next: arrived. All done in ten minutes. He went on his mobile as I was talking to him, so I shut up. Usual plonk chosen in thanks.
Next; . They went well; wait for this… There was not a single cut shaving! (Fair enough, I did bang my head when I dropped a tube of Germolene later on when I cleared the floor cabinet top! All the others fell this side of the WC, but the Germolene bounced behind it. Hence I have a pretty red mark on my head)
The feet and legs were looking rather pale again. And the ankle ulcer had transmogrified yet again.
Next, The Meridian domestic lady, Denise, arrived. She soon had the Hoover out on the job. I asked her if she could check to see if my laundry was ready downstairs for me, so I could get the heavy dressing gown on, as I was feeling a little cold now without it on. Denise went down and returned with my bag of laundry. The clothes had not been folded.
They were all squashed together. She took them out and hung them for me on the clothing racks and hangers. Bless her. Nice gal.
CorelDrawing next to see if I could find a cartoon to amend and use.
(I believe I’ve missed things off of for an hour or two. I did take a break and .
Made an order for Asda for next Monday… or Tuesday.
A deep, body-insisting kip.
Arrived. We had a mini-natter. She chose one of the Kaparrberg Cyder with strawberry & Lime cans as part of her treats. I mention this so I just may remember to ask her what it was like when she came again.
Arrived. H & D Check done. I was deep in sleep at the time, and fear much of what took place is a bit hazy now. We spoke of the trip to the hospitably that he has kindly agreed to go with me (Costly, Richard knackering, but worth every penny to save have him with me) for the Mental Assessment to try to find out exactly which form of Doreen’s Dementia I have.
It seems that there are many different types that can be identified and treated differently in hopes of slowing down the varmint Doreen.
I recall walking to the door with Richard and then asking him something. But question and answer seemed to have departed company with my brain?
An odd night’s sleep. A different style of waking ups. Not so many, and I woke more gently. But struggled to get back to sleep, so lost a bit of the benefit of getting some sleep in. Somehow being banged or moved was not what kept waking me up. No idea what did.
I was deep in sleep when woke me up. This unchallenged diamond had me feeling so much better within seconds. Got the medications sorted out and listened to my tales of Woe over the problems with farcical trip to the Doctors and the way things have developed since. Had he not left the note on the whiteboard reminding me about booking in at the Doctor, I may well not have done.
I made three visits to the in about an hour. Apart from bashing poor old each time (He is so much bigger this morning), the other similarity in all three sessions was large rabbit pellets. I’ve not been eating much; with the infection, do you think that might be the reason?
Got the computer on and commenced making mistake after error and getting mind blanks into the bargain in my updating of the Sunday blog. I stopped and made a start on the
Another bad set of results, Humph!
Chimed, and on came the highly desirable, sweet, kind patient Warfarin DVT Nurse Hristina.
I was feeling a smidge low with all the cock-ups I’d been making on the Saturday blog; her kindness cheered me up a smidge. (Doing well today in this. first Richard and now Hristina) She listened to my tale of the infection, getting on the wrong bus etc., before and while taking the blood. Bless her.
Fire hours later, I got the mistake-ridden blog posted off.
Then Liberty-Global Virgin Media went down Again!
LIBERTY-GLOBAL Who bought, & destroyed Virgin Media.
The $126m salaried Mt Fries makes the decisions!
But can we, the suffering customers, really complain?
Let’s face the facts, Fries, the number-crunching, smoke & Mirrors, man.
The financial wizard who plays with numbers and gets them to show what he wants them to show. What will impress his boss?
While we, the poor stupid customers, can’t even leave the company due to Fries, ingenious leaving fees and convoluted process needed.
But I bear the man no ill will. (Well, maybe just Knob-Rot, Black Death or Palsy, nothing serious.)
A call came in. They do that sometimes) it esd from the Sherrington Park Medical Practise.
The receptionist was calling with my new Warfarin dosage. That was quick! I wrote them down and made a list, and stuck it on the cover of the Meridian Social Carers folder.
Spur of the moment job here. I went to the fridge to see what was available for a nibble, but the answer was very little. So I made an Iceland order, which to my amazement, would be delivered in the morning twixt 06>08:00hrs. Ordering: Potatoes (bag for Richard & for me), baking spuds (bag for Richard & for me), Part-baked cobs (bag for Richard & for me),
For Richard: BBW burgers, Starbucks coffee.
For me: Veg & Gravy pie, kitchen towels, sliced cobs, & spring water.
Now we’ll see if I can wake up in time for the delivery. Hehehe!
Arrived. We got the meds sorted out and had a mini-natter, Jodie, confirmed that Richard would be going with me to the hospital on Thursday. (That’s good news; I’ll ask him to order a taxi for us.) Selected a treat in thanks, and she took the waste bag to the chute on her way out.
I continued with the blog for a few more hours. Then thought I’d better close down and get my head down.
Chimed out. Who is this at 22:00hrs, I thought? I stood up painfully (It’s always painful to get up since the urine infection started) and cautiously went to the door. I was flabbergasted! It was , I truly thought I’d had a mind-blank or time-lapse, and it must be morning already!
Richard was doing a late-night safety check. To ensure nothing had been left on that shouldn’t have been, Taps, lights etc.
He confirmed that he would be going with me to the hospital on Thursday. I asked him to order a taxi, and he said he would. We had a natter, and off on his rounds, he went. I could not give him an alcoholic drinkie as he was working, but he chose a Lychee juice from the fridge. Left, saying he would collect the bag later in the morning on his usual medicationing call; fair enough.
After a time spent making mistakes on the blog, I decided to have something to eat. But the Vegan Mince Pie was out of date. ! So, I had a Vegan Pastry Slice, made up some gravy and had this with some part-baked mini-cobs. Didn’t taste too bad at all. Flavour: 702/10. Zzzz!
All night long, wee-weeing, most often with less than a minute in between! Every one painful, but barely a trickle came out: Compared to yesterday evening and this morning, were poles apart, directly opposed to each other! At least I did have a good morning on Monday, and I got some sleep in. It was the rest of the day’s events that went all pear-shaped on me.
I gave up the early hours of trying to get to sleep. There were a few occasions when, by the time that I got back in the second-hand, £300, charity shop bought, crumb-retaining, microorganism-microbe producing, grungy, pukin gungy, moth-eaten, beige-coloured, non-working, bacillus encouraging, incommodious, grungy, Haemorrhoid Harold testing, c1968 moth-eaten, pukingly-beige-coloured, non-working, bacillus encouraging, incommodious, Haemorrhoid Harold testing, recliner, I had to get up again for another 2 fluid ounces worth of weeing! If that much! It was driving me crazy. The computer stood there, tempting me to get on it. But the way I felt, there was no way I could concentrate.
Then the feeling of cold and shivering-like sensations came over me. I don’t think I was sweating; it felt more like some Herbert walking over my grave? Then as I was typing this in the morning, well, late afternoon, I realised I must have gone on about this dilemma when doing the updating of the Tuesday blog. So decided that repetition is not a good idea. It may result in a reduced the huge, vast number of followers and readers of my blog. And they are both such nice people.
Again, the only things I can recall are what was written in the memory notepad. So it’s unlikely to be one of my more detailed dairies, sorry. Although some bits are clearish in the grey cells. Esther’s visit to do the laundry and overcharge me again. The Evening Carer, Carolynne, my, leaving two taps running! And my burning the meal. But at least up to now, the wee-weeings were a lot less than yesterday and this morning. Still, next to nothing coming out, mind you.
One thing that didn’t change, was my feeling so cold all day. Brrr!
I took the extra clothing off and replaced it with other heavy-duty gear. Started composing the ode to last night’s farce. I took me hours & hours. Most of it was spent correcting errors.
Took these views from the kitchenette window. One, the bottom was of the car park on Chestnut Way, in the block of flats.
Where I’m feeling so sorry for missen. No help
with sorting out things I cannot read from the Coppice Hospital. Now this new bug or whatever it is.
I did eventually get the Ode done. But now I don’t think it is any good.
Depressed again… but nothing like on Tuesday.
It must be Sods Law: Just when I needed the calmingness and help of my friend and, ; He gets put onto another site. He helps by going the extra mile, which is comforting, and much-appreciated help. Especially now that Doreen Dementia is getting at me more and more. I feel a bit cheated in a way. All self-pity I think. You could not believe the things I could no longer do for myself. not to mention , , I’d better not forget, , and the potentially lethal killer; . they can have me over in a flash if I bang them in a . Even the can cause problems when I start to panic, rushing back inside to check if the lights, taps or the stove has been left on. Ah, that reminds me! This very day, I left two hot water taps running. Burnt the shoulder and left the potato in the crockpot for eight hours. I’m not diving up[ on this, its that late in the morning again, I’ll do a rescue job on them -microwave, for breakfast.
The morning carer failed to issue the Omeprazoles. (Anne Gyna) Not hod fault, it was mine. I was nattering away giving him my sob story from yesterday. While he was prepping of the medications. I’d usually hold back on the nattering until the meds are sorted. But not this morning. I was so uptight with bladder trouble and no sleep for two nights.
Why am I up now? It’s nearly 02:00hrs already
I’ll stop now and try to rescue the food. Thankfully, I lost two hours of whatever I did.
The evening Carer arrived. Checked the taps for me; not many of them do that.
Then, the ankle ulcer started to smart a bit. But it didn’t look inflamed? Then everything stopped again.
EVERY TWO MINUTES, WEE-WEES RETURNED AND STAYED ALL NIGHT UNTIL AROUND 09:00HRS IN THE MORNING. THEY THEN GOT WORSE!!! HERE ARE SOME PHOTOS FOUND ON THE FILE. Mud Slide in Car Park. Long story, but I’m. struggling to type. Three days without sleep now.. Not feeling good. the wee-weeing continues. I pass one; they are all so painful… And two minutes later need another. Took an extra Furosemide, hoping it. may help me to pass.
No Help for Cataract or Mental Hospital Appointments Came
THAT’S MY LOT! – SO TIRED! ONE POORLY IN-PAIN PEASANT HERE
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.
0450hrs: I stirred back into fabricated life. And it was Thought-Stormless! This has not been known for months now. All seemed calm in the bonce, too! Was she on holiday? And where was worry guts, ? Even was not the slightest bit interested in me! was the only ailment that was giving me trouble. As for even , she was noticeable by her absence! I was almost in a laid-back mode… I think. Not been like this for many years. What was going on? Had I been drugged or something?
I almost casually escaped the clutches of the c1968, £300 pound, second-hand charity-shop bought, crumb-containing, odour-retaining, Harold’s Haemorrhoid-testing, nauseatingly beige coloured, non-working, virus-breeding recliner, and moved over to the NWWB (Nocturnal-Wee-Wee-Bucket), suffering slightly as rushed to avoid any accidents with of PMAD (Post-Micturition-After Dribbling) trying to start of its own accord. Then had t wait for ages for the PMAD (Post-Micturition-After Dribbling) to stop! Yet I seemed to take this all in my stride. Off to the kitchen to make a brew… Still no Glengettie available, but some should be coming today from Amazon.
I leant out of the kitchen window to take these two pictures. The sky, and then the Chestnut Way car park below.
While I was mashing the mug of Thompson’s Signature tea, the oddest thing happened: I felt the micro-shuddering in the right leg, and I was convinced that there was about to be a Right-Leg-Dance routine kick-off. But no! Instead, burst into life, which ensured that the freshly made mug of tea was knocked over. I had the right mess to clean up! As I was getting down to do so, an burst forth, which had me down on one knee! During this, I banged the top of my head on edge of the kitchen top and knocked the papule! How it didn’t come off I don’t know, but I was glad it didn’t…
Then noticed I’d left the hot tap running in the sink again, and the water was stone-cold! Yet, still, I remained cool and calm. So, no hot water to use for the ablutions for a long time yet. So, I got some water in the large saucepan and put it on a low light. Putting the freshly-filled saucepan back on the stove, and had another, albeit only for a few seconds this time, of the routines. During this, I split some water on the stove, me and the floor!I was beginning to get a smidgeon uptight now! Well, can you blame me? I made another brew of Thompson.s Punjana tea. While it was brewing, I got an itch around the papule on my head. Removed the hat and went to scratch it…
ADVICE: In the event you get an itch on a papule – do not scratch or pick at it. Especially if you have an old dilapidated wristwatch on that has a split buckle with sharp bits sticking out. Just thought I’d mention it, like.
I made up some waste bags, put them near the door, and got the computer on. Checked the Emails, and I’d got this come in from Amazon.Confirmation that the Glengettie teabags are arriving today. Oh, good! I was not too keen on the ‘Arriving today by 10 PM’ bit. But still, they are worth the wait. It’s just the thought of my managing to stay up that long that worries me. Still, they may come earlier than that! Optimism now, what next? Hahaha!
I got on with updating the Wednesday blog. I started reasonably well, but as time went by, I worked my way back into making errors, mistakes, and wrong corrections. Plus, a few didn’t help me much.
I was working my back to things being normal (Farcical, with a hint of brain-deadisms), I think?
After about three hours, I’d got the blog finalised and posted to WordPress. Things seem to be changing from my waking up in almost high spirits and sinking back to the usual quotidian ways.
As I was Pinteresting some photographs… and…
Thanks to Smoke & mirrors: (someone who draws attention away from often embarrassing or unpleasant figures or issues) man Mr Fries’s inability, even when getting paid a $23.7M salary, to get an internet service to work, I went to take some photographs. Even more determined this time to get some zoomed-in photos of the moon that showed something of the moon’s surface. Another failure! As anticipated and expected.
Can I blame the hazy morning sky? Hehehe! No? Fair enough!
Played from the door chime. Of course, when it went off, I suddenly realised I had not unlocked the door yet.
I hastened to the door and unlocked it. The picture on ‘s face said it all. “There’s no hope for him!” Hehehe! Richard got the medications sorted out. He’d heard about my farce at the hospital yesterday. We had a laugh about it, actually. Then he went through the paperwork they had sent me home with and identified the things he thought I ought to remember, and wrote them down on the whiteboard for me. He took the waste bags with him on the way out. And made for his bed, I hope he can get some R&R along with it. A grand lad.
I got a landline call; I think she was saying that I needed to make an appointment for an ECG before they could refer me to someone for help with dealing with getting me help with . I couldn’t understand why, but apparently, they are not too happy with the blood test results from last week? Oh!
Then we made an appointment for Wednesday 16th November at 14:30hrs.
Thanks to Fries, the internet was still not back on. So, I used the time to try and call Deana to arrange lifts for Wednesday the 16th to the doctor, and Thursday at 10:00hrs to Bulwell, returning at 12:00hrs. I couldn’t get her, though. I put these in the calendar and on the Whiteboard.
I got on the now working again internet, and then made a start on this blog. It was slow-going, no doubt about that.
Tried to get through to Deana once more, but no luck.
I was deep into pressing on with this blog, and sounded, and in came Esther. That was the end of any concentrating. Hehe! But Esther, despite talking to me from the other rooms, got the laundry down into the machine and returned. She rang for me to arrange the two lifts I needed. Thank heavens she came! That gave me some ease of mind, not having to worry about them. And they could do both, thankfully for me. Phew!
I managed to do some more work on this blog for an hour or two. Rang, and in walked Carer Charly. She was in a rush and a half. Got the medications sorted, but we could not find the Peptac bottle. I found one in the prescriptions drawer. Maybe we used the last of the other bottle, but I can’t remember. still, we have enough. I’m just annoyed that I can’t remember about it.
I checked on the potatoes in the oven, finding I had not increased the heat sufficiently earlier on. Tsk!. I took this picture from the kitchen window while checking on the nosh. It came out a lot lighter than what it was but shows the varying colour of the skies. Greys and blues, ah, Mother Nature!
Amber and the High-Norm rating again! No idea how they work these things out, but I’ve only got one (SYS) in the green, same as yesterday (Temp) – but the results were so much lower and betterer! Beats me, but I like it!
I got the food served up, got down in the£300, used, second-hand shop bought nine years ago, c1966 built, discomfiting, alarmingly Kharki-beige coloured, crumb containing, TV remote hiding, not working recliner. Meal on my knee and turned on the TV. That was a waste of time. All those channels and nothing worth watching were on.
So I thought I’d get the radio on and started searching for the headphones. After several minutes of failure (I get used to these, you know), my memory kicked in, and I remember breaking the headphones when I sat on them last month! Hey-Ho!
Back to the now not-so-hot meal. believe it or not, than what yesterday’s nosh did! A simple meal for a simple-minded, dithering old bald, confused senior citizen. Just baked potatoes with vegan butter and sea salt. The bread thins had gone really dry, so they were not eaten. The BBQ sauce was dipped into by both the sausages and potatoes. The tiny pot of Soya Lemon Yoghourt rounded off the meal. A Flavour-Rating of 8/10 granted, even if it was a little cold.
I washed the pots, and I resettled into the £300, second-hand, c1968, charity shop-bought, eyesorely-horrendously grungy coloured, Harold Haemorrhoid-testing, easily-falloutable from, unfit-for-use, not working, recliner, in search of Sweet Morpheus. And I was soon of into a dream filled (can’t remember what about) sleep for about an hour…
I woke up in so much pain it took my breath away at first. was rampant in both calves. I repeatedly got up and tried to hobble about, to try to free the tightness. I failed, of course! Every time, it eased a little, back in the recliner, feet up, and within minutes it started again. Several times I tried the Phorpain gel massaging. I even took some Paracetamol; that didn’t help either. Then a Codeine… I woke in agony that often it was getting to me. I was at my wit’s end with it.
I was taking what must have been for the tenth time, a hobble and stretching exercise, massaging, more pain gel, another Codeine 30g… I know I was taking too many, but the unbearably of the this morning forced me to try anything at the time.
I gave myself a as I utilised the NWWB (Nocturnal-Wee-Wee-Bucket). That meant the positive end of any further aspirations, ideas or hopes of sleeping again! Not that I had more than an hour at most!
Letters, emails, comments and text messages, with any help that can be offered, on any ways to prevent this from happening again, or ease the pain at least, would be much appreciated. Thank you!
04:30hrs: I can’t tell you I woke up cause I never got to sleep! Because I had For all night long! I was forever getting up to stretch the calves, massage them and dollop on and rub in the Phorpain Gel. And take painkillers. I meandered into the kitchen to get the kettle on for a mug of Glengettie tea. I took these photos from the window; in two different settings, and the second came out much better than the first one did. But can I remember which settings? Made a brew of the Glengettie, left the bag to marinate well, and I sorted out the waste bin bags. Had a wee-wee and cleaned and disinfected the NWWB (Nocturnal-Wee-Wee-Bucket) To the computer with the tasty strong mug of black tea and photographed the calves; they were coming down, the carves were easing off now. As long as I do not spend too much time inactive, I hope they will stop twisting my legs. I can’t understand why they played up so much last night and just didn’t stop for about nine hours? However, they seem to have had a calming effect on the able ulcer; I could hardly see it this morning. Hey-Ho! Finished the tea… ah, now that might be a possible reason for the bad Cramps. I’d run out of Glengettie teabags and not had any for a day or two until they were delivered yesterday. And had drunk a number of mugs last night? But I’ve never heard of that before? I’ll look it up later.
I’ll get the Health Checks done. hopefully, the results will again be in the Amber Zone? We shall soon find out…
Back up again!
Still, it’s better than Wednesdays!
I set to getting the Thursday post done, and after half an hour, I could feel the cramps building up in the calves again. So, I had a walk around and did some stretching exercises, which seemed to work for me. Which reminded me to have a look on the web for tea and cramps. Back in a while…
What not to drink when you have cramps?
Carbonated drinks, caffeine, and aerated drinks should also be avoided during menstrual days because they have high levels of sugar in them, which can cause inflammation and make the cramps more severe.
No mention of tea there, then? I started reading another page, and it said: 13 more ways to stop period cramps. I moved on… I altered my queries to “What to drink when legs are cramping?” Black tea is safe to drink. When he switched to plain black tea, the symptoms disappeared within a week. The scientist who reported this case pointed out that the flavouring in Earl Grey tea is bergamot oil, which can block the movement of potassium in muscles. This can lead to muscle cramps and twitches. Well, Glengettie is black tea. So that should be safe, then.
Came in. She looked very tired, but I bored her with tales of my past Whoopsiedangleplops, which brought some smiles. She got the medications handed out. A can of the new Carer’s treat I got from Asda. Rum & Cola, with strawberry. And a choccy bar in thanks. Took the waste bag with her as she departed! I thank you!
I was making another brew of Glengettie, and Esther came in. she called int ogive me the change from the overpayment.
I’m going to get the ablutions done now… then get something to eat, and try to get caught up with some sleep… Pleeease! Sweet Morpheus!
I got sidetracked when I saw the wonderful evening sky from the kitchen window and decided they would be worth photographicalisationing. The hue was so different. Bootiful!
I stripped and put the clobber in the laundry basket, well, bag.
I got into the bathroom, and the ablutioning went well, other than two things.
❶ I managed to get several nicks shaving, and they were a devil to stop bleeding. (Possible Warfarin INR level low?) ❷ After it all was washed and medicated and dried... I did feel like l a fool… I came out and put trousers and day-wear on to go to sleep in!. So I had to changed back into the jammies! Tsk!
🍽️ I got the meal sorted out. That veggie minced beef & onion pie was gorgeous tasting! Brilliant vegan pastry. Potatoes, tomatoes, and a pot of the soya lemon yoghourt. My regulation issue of BBQ sauce added, of course. A well-worthy 8.2/10 for Taste-Rating. As I got into the aged, grotty-looking c1966 made, charity-shop-bought, horribly beige-coloured, £300, Harold’s Haemorrhoid-testing, non-operational, acne-giving, virus-breeding, rickety, easy-to-fall-out-of recliner, I think I felt the start of a visit from ! I offered a prayer to anyone or thing interested, not to have another agony-ridden sleepless night. Then thought it wise, to massage the legs. Dolloped some Phorpain gel and rubbed it in well, and I took two paracetamol. Got back down again. I’ve no idea if it really helped, but by Jimminee – once I got to sleep, I had the longest unbroken kip I’ve managed for years! (This should not be surprising, I suppose, considering last night’s total absence of sleep?) Damned nearly 8 hours before I woke up! Sleep at last!Grrreat!.
05:00hrs: I have never woken up like this before. The bursting back into imitation life was so violent, my whole body, and there’s a lot of it, you know; jumped up and landed back on the second-hand, £300, c1968, overwhelmingly-sickeningly beige coloured, tatty, uncomfortable recliner, and the second I realised that poor were bleeding, another problem arose. The need most necessitous need for the , this became crucially obvious. No leg stretching or balance exercises were considered. In fumbling-bumbling fashion, I somehow got myself to the wet room in what must have been a record time for me. I’ve no idea how I held things back in rush to get there on time, but I did! and I believe warranted in this case. Although as I sat there as the evacuated produce squelched its own way out, I became aware of a pain in the left foot , and I assumed I must have stubbed it en route, but in my panicky haste to get to the Throne, hadn’t realised it. No extraordinary pong or bleeding either, and also, there was no input needed from me. Why I almost enjoyed it! This incident had taken my mind off of the disasters suffered yesterday. But as I washed and got changed into the day clobber, the memory of the hospital letter came to the fore, and I worried about how I was going to cope and not make mistakes with it. I got cleaned and ointmentated. I was definitely in a better frame of mind than I was yesterday, but naturally, I was still worried about coping with the Cataract instructions, arranging the Easy-Lift both ways, can I find out what time to pick me up afterwards, have I got to use one of those listed in the letter transporters? How can get someone to go with me that doesn’t cost a fortune? Now, I’m getting myself worked up for nothing. Because there is nothing that can be done until Monday… and that’s if I can get through to anyone. Humph!
is starting to give me what for now. If joins in, I don’t think I’ll be any good for anything then.
I got on with updating the Friday blog. With all the details of the farces that took place and the worrying letter etc., Believe it or not, it took me a further nine hours to get it done! And then, before I made a start on this one! I fell a little and my thoughts got me feeling again.
Arrived and was in a positive mood. I feel my telling her about yesterday’s farces, and the Cataract letter should not have been mentioned. I think I must have sounded like an ineffective whinging old man! Which, fair enough, I am! But no need for me to advertise the fact is there. Sam asked me if she wanted me to ask… I’ve forgotten her name now, but the new lady in charge at Meridian Health and Care; to call and see me on Monday. My EQ warned me of staggering upcoming charges at this point. But I’m stumped; how can get free help? Sam selected her bottle in thanks, and Sam took the two waste bags with her to the chute for me. ♥
Many hours later, still, I was still updating the Friday burlesque happenings when the landline rang. It was my neighbour and friend Jenny. She is on Virgin Media, and she told me that she’d received an email telling her that the internet would go down on Wednesday, 2nd November, for maintenance work. She knew I was on Virgin and let me know in case they hadn’t informed me. I found out later they had not let me know. This all adds to the frustrations. I mentioned the Cataracts are being done on the 1st of November, so I may not be able to use the internet for several days until the eye cover comes off. That was kind of her. Thanks, Jenny! ♥
In fact, I started to feel a little out of it after doing some more work and finally getting the blog sent off. Afterwards, I tried to get into the WP reader. Oh, I’m in… but will it let me post comments and likes? I’ll give it a go? Grrreat! I Got on! Better get the Health Checks done, then. It is getting late. The evening carer is due soon. Better get the sphygmomanometerisating done. Better late than never. You never know; the BP might be lower now? We shall see…
It was lower as well! Close to the Amber Zone, no less! Only just in the Hypertension Red-1!
I put some imitation slices in the oven on a lowish heat.
And in came Chloe. Told her, not moaningly though, of the problems I have with the Doctors visit and the Cataract 8-page letter of instructions that merely confuses me. Also, getting the cash to pay for the lifts and which service I am allowed to use, then booking them. I’ll only have one day come Monday, to sort it all. Then I’ve got to locate the two departments I’ve to go to? Pre-Assessment Clinic, then the East Day Cases Unit Outpatients Clinic! Chloe did the medications and said she would also remind their boss, Tina, that I needed help. I insisted she chose a drink in thanks. She took the waste bag with her when she left. Telling me not to worry. Not to worry? Me? Mission impossible nowadays, that is. Haha!
Then, yet another problem came to my attention. I found that I’d got an Asda-Walmart order due for Wednesday, the 2nd of November, the cataract repair day! WHAT NEXT? So, I changed the order day on the web. It took me a while to work out how to do it. But, within an hour or so, I’d got it moved to Thursday. Worra life!
Added these evening photos of the amazing sunset, all taken within half an hour. The rapidly changing scenes were brilliant.
Dearie me, Then I whiffed a smell of burning… the food in the oven!!!
I got the slices hacked free of the oven tray and got the pan in the sink in bleach, washing up liquid and soda. Got the burnt offering slices and some fries from a packet on two paper plates and took them through to the computer. Pulled out the drawer and ate the burnt offerings while working on this blog. Not a wise decision after losing a tooth eating the same thing last night! But I got away with it.
Then the job of cleaning the oven, kitchen and pan had to be done. Was again reluctant.
I didn’t get any sleep at all. Didn’t even try to. Various reasons, Thought-Storms, Anne Gyna and frustrations niggling at me from within my own brain. I use the term brain, loosely!Mostly over my concerns over the timing of, or did I order, the EasyLink transport for the visit to the Doctors to get the results of the Severe Frailty Test. This left me confused and frustrated, and things only worsened as the day of confusion and error-making moved on. On the computer for many hours. Not that much got done. The concentration was again lackadaisical.
I got the done around 02:00hrs.
When I put the results through the NHS calculator online, well… What the heck happened here?
The highest it has ever been since I began using the site!
I’ve never been as high as this. I was in the Hypertension 3+ zone!
All the same, I was not too worried. I put it down to worry over the weekend. As usual, no help was available. Even if any ILCs (Wardens) had been on site, there was no guarantee that I could have contacted them.Anyway, even if I could, they could not contact Easy-Link, who do not work over the weekend, to verify the arrival time of the lift. I felt the tension and an uptightness, and Anne Gyna has been at me again, although not as bad as last week before the medications had been doubled.
I made the first mug of tea I’d had for over eleven hours. Not me at all! Mind you, after this brew, the old tea addiction returned.
Took this snap of the morning view. But didn’t appreciate it at all; I was still fretting (and EQ told me things were going to go ape-shit) over the lift arrangements and appointment time. Nothing positive, you understand, just this sense that I had somehow put them down wrong in the calendar.
The computer turned off, and I went off to the wet room. Not that I can remember much about it, but I think it went well. Made a second mug of tea, Co-op 99 this time.
We had a chat, some of it dedicated to ways of making things easier for me to grasp. The usual laughs and natter were granted by Richard. Not sure if we put the world to rights or not today. Hehe!
My memory notes a sparse for some reason… and unreadable in parts as well. Rich took the bags to the bin with him on his way out. Usual Monday thank-you treats were given. Oh, yes, I remember now; Richard helped me get the in-the-ear hearing aids going to use today; bless him.
I got myself and the things needed for the Doctor’s visit ready, and I was struggling through the door with the three-wheeled walker when I heard the phone ringing. I battled my way back inside, bruising my knee on the trolley and on the wheel. All the time, a voice (EQ), telling me not to answer it, you’re doing wrong! But I thought it might be the surgery or EasyLink phoning, so I got back and had to answer it. It was Sister Jane. Telling me about the Sun & Mon merging today. Of course, with all the concern over the bus and appointment timing, I was in a mini-panic in case I missed the bus. I forgot all about it until the morning when it was too late. I felt bad about that. After Jane had taken the bother to let me know as well. Sorry, Jane! ♥
Unfortunately, although I didn’t realise it at the time, this was just enough delay for me to miss the bus! EQ was right again. Why don’t I listen to him?
Faffed about in a hurry now, stubbing the same toe again. Down to the lift lobby.
I went through to the main lobby, and it was 5 past 10. I thought the bus was due at 10:15hrs, so had plenty of time after all. But no bus arrived.
I waited ten more minutes and then walked to the ILC (Independent Living Coordinators), Oberstgrüppenfuhrer, Warden and Primo Ballerina, Warden Deana & Generaloberstess, Ice skating champion florist and Warden Julie’s holding-cell office. Through the ether, an audible, almost physical voice screamed at me, “Argh, it’s him again!” Haha! Julie phoned Easy-Link to see about the bus. Now I knew I’d just missed it by five minutes! Damn-it! Will I ever get to this appointment? Julie called the Doctor and got a new appointment made for me, bless her cotton socks. This one is for Tuesday, 1st November 2022, at 10:20hrs. Then she rang EasyLink again to confirm a lift to get there, but none to come back, as I just did not know how long I would be at the appointment. Thanked her. Coming out of the holding-cell office.
I bumped into Carer Richard. I was a little tense and so tired and disappointed at things going wrong yet again that I can’t recall exactly what we said during our chinwag in the Winwood lobby.
I went back to the flat along the link passage, into the flat, and got the timings clearly on the Google Calendar for the next Doctor’s meeting.
Deana had written a note for me to keep as a reminder as well. I cello-taped that to the end of the high bookcase.
At least I get some kip in now; surely, this would not be a problem after being up for 28 hours on the to now?
I’m certain, sure that I took a photograph of the Chilli-Not-Carne meal. Four Cumberland sausages I cooked, well, nigh on incinerated, by giving them a good 12-extra minutes or more in the oven. Had to chisel them out of the tray to get them on top of the dish. But the photo was not on the Lumix SD card. I can’t understand why, but in the morning, when it came to updating this blog, blow me, there the photo was? Mind you, it was one of the worst photos I’ve ever taken. Still, it shows the burned sausages and disgusting-looking chilli. Yet I enjoyed it. A taste rating of 7.2/10 was given to it. The sausages? 9.2/10 even though they’d been cauterised! Hehehe! Put the tray on the Carer’s table, and .
Woke me up an hour or so later. And I really was deep in sleep. So much so that I think my first greetings came out as gibberish and waffle! It took me until getting the medications and seeing the Warfarins in the pot to realise it was not morning but nighttime and that I’d only been kipping for an hour. Hehe! I came around a bit and offered Carolynne a cold drink from the fridge. Had to go to the door with her as she collected the waste bags for me, said my farewells and locked the door.
I got back down in the £300, second-hand, c1968, charity shop-bought, eyesorely-horrendously grungy coloured, Harold Haemorrhoid-testing, easily-falloutable from, unfit-for-use, not working, recliner, and was back in the land of nod within a minute I reckon. I slept for another seven hours! Yes! Mind you, my body and feeble brain needed it! Hurrah!
Around about 07:30hrs, chiming out woke me up in a somewhat confused state… Nay, a perplexed state! Although this was obviously not as bad as that was! Not since the stroke day have I felt worse on waking up. It took me a while to work out just what was happening. Was I dreaming again? Had I lost the evening to whiles? I then realised it was morning and not evening. (I’m quick sometimes, you know!) I worked out that whoever the Carer was had not come in – so I had not unlocked the door. (After a minute or so of Sherlockian investigating) The rude awakening and the confused mind left me in a fantod state of mind. I struggled as fast as I could to get the door unlocked. Ad I hope hoped, it was who was there. Once I began to tell him of what I’m not sure: presumably of last night’s farce when I was sure it was morning. The why and how I believed it was in the was evening and not morning now… Everything I was saying was confusing, even to me. I think I was also forgetting what I was saying all the time. So, no reports on Richards’s visit to give you many details about it. Not that I felt in the slightest bit unwell or poorly, mind you. Just in a bemused, perplexed, mind-going-around-in-circles, sort of in a chaotic, jumbled world of its own, with me chasing after it! However, to whatever happened as I was walking Richard to the door. Life, understanding and acknowledgement of the things around me returned began to return to me. No recollection of taking the medications, but I just know that I was waffling on to poor Richard and losing what