It was not as dark as last night, and it was even less dark three hours later. Third emptying: Around three more hours later, I Cracked it!
Looking far healthier now.
Mind you, I think I must have drunk about eight litres of spring water every hour. Does anyone remember the Doctor Who episode? I think it was a film, maybe The Waters of Mars? You’ll understand what I mean if you do recall the storyline. Hehehe!
By 04:00 hrs, I was up and about, almost alive, really. I went to the wet room, where I unwillingly spent about fifteen minutes waiting and forcing, encouraging the motion to move. Eventually, a long, broad, massive torpedo slowly emerged. I remained seated for a short while, half in relief of the riddance finishing and half to catch my breath. It was agony and hard work this morning. There was no mess, no bleeding. Great! Mind you, Harold’s Haemorrhoids suffered a fair bit, and they bled. The Germoloids were utilised.
I did feel a fool when I realised that as I kept wiping away the blood, but it just kept coming; this was unusual. Eventually, the penny dropped – The blood was coming from my cut thumb end on the toilet paper, not the piles! I think I managed a wry smile before verbally castigating and criticising myself.
The Iceland order arrived.
Chicken thighs, Milk Roll Loaf, salt, turkey meat, spring waters, crisps, Marmite, bleach, etc. delivered.
The fridge looked terribly bare and sparse after I’d put things away. The Christmas seasonal coffee I bought for the carers & nurses had a short use-by date on them. On the other hand, the freezer looked well cram-packed, but this was deceiving.
There were so many foods in there that I could not cook now that the cooker had died. Can’t afford another one yet.
But I’ll not starve, well, I don’t think so.
I cleared the stuff away and made an order from Ocado for delivery next Wednesday, the 20th, 06:30 > 07:30 hrs.
Carer Chloe arrived at 08:30 hrs. I asked her to fit my diabetic socks on my legs first thing. It’s damn cold today.
Chloe did the domestic call later.
I blogged for a few hours. Getting the computer to save photos was and still is hard and frustrating.
I got the Ocado order dispatched, and computer work had to stop for hours. I was in and out of it so often, never for long, but it was annoying.
I managed to get on Word Press Reader. There is some beautiful poetry and magnificent photography. I’m going to take a picture from Tim Prices’ site to use as the Cat of the Week photo. Tim Price’s Silver! Had his quota of cheese,
And boy, he looks at ease!
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – He speaks with a forked tongue, indeterminately,
He steals from pensioners, a gerontophobee!
He shows mordacity, & leads minaciously,
Accepts back-handers, anything, credulously,
Clothes, glasses, Arsenal tickets for free,
He comes across as being rather sleazy…
Lies by omission, with great nugacity,
He looks like a land-based manatee,
Lacking in sympathy and humanity,
He’ll cause more voters lachrymosity,
He brings out my hatred and lubricity!
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TTFN
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – It seems I have got poikilothermia… I can’t regulate my body temperature? No problems with my haemadynamometer, SYS 139, Dia 69, Pulse 74, all lower, Temp; 33.4c, 34.9c, 35.4c getting higher, Ointmented my fungal lesion, Aargh! Eye drops sprayed in, I olive-oiled each ear, Have to book an appointment with the Doctor,
To be attached to the haemacytometer, I’ll not complain, don’t want to be a bother, Sadly, I’ve got a reputation as a yawper, My right ankle ulcer is getting more mauver, Yet something this morning went better… My Porcelain Throne visit; no mess on the floor, Constipation Conrad fought back more, Unfortunately, this left me with my bottom sore, So I Germoloided my sacraria, And the surrounding area, Did my teeth, shaved & had a shower, And, no bother from Shirley’s Shaking Shoulder!
Got onto the computer,
Along came Sham, the Carer,
She gave a word that suited Starmer…
That word she’d found for him was pleonexia,
An excellent, most suitable nomenclature,
‘Excessive or inordinate desire to be richer’ Tonight, I was going to have some Golonkowa,
They were out of stock at Asda, though, I’ll have lamb, carrots & colcannon mashed potato, It may taste just like when served at a bistro? I’ll be having spring water with it, not Cointreau, I might add a drop of vinegar and oregano, I’d fed up of eating food that’s cheap, To be honest, I’m sick of life’s fiasco, Still, it’ll soon be time for me to go, I don’t mind… I wanted you to know, I’ve had enough of human’s mumbo-jumbo, I hope in heaven I can at last get some Rumpo, It depends on the catheter, though!
State Pensioners may be hit by tax hikes totalling over £14,000 from Wednesday when the new budget is unveiled. Labour has pledged not to raise Income Tax, VAT, or employees’ National Insurance contributions. Prime Minister Keir ‘Killer’ Starmer has cautioned that the nation’s “£22bn black hole” must be addressed, suggesting other taxes are likely to increase.
Labour’s manifesto already included a VAT rise on private school fees, but Chancellor Rachel Reeves could target other areas. This could leave households with state pension recipients facing up to £14,925 in additional annual charges. Capital Gains Tax on profits from selling second homes, business assets, shares, and valuable personal belongings is also under scrutiny.
Individuals are currently exempt from tax on the first £3,000 in profits, possibly vehicles, reports the Express. Currently, the tax stands at 18% on earnings from second homes or 10% on other chargeable assets like shares if you’re in the basic income tax band, i.e., earn less than £50,270 per. That’s Cheery News!
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – I woke up for maybe the 60th time of the night, remembering that the Asda order was being delivered this morning. I was totally unaware that it was only 04:00 hrs. But any chance of getting more sleep seemed a distant dream and beyond reality, so I started fumbling with the attached nocturnal catheter bag to free it for emptying. Once I realised how early it was, I noticed the time as I hobbled into the kitchen. I do that sometimes, you know; noticed things. Fair enough, not often enough, but still. By the time I’d emptied and disposed of the night bag, I also realised I would have time to complete my ablutionalisationing before the Carer or delivery arrived. And without rushing things, too. I liked that! I amassed the medical treatments and appendages, catheter straps, and blood-stoppers. I replaced the Enoxaparin hypodermic, as it had leaked and was empty. And almost casually hobbled unrushingly to the wet room. Not that I was sure I would need it; it’s very rare that I do. But I’ve been told to keep a loaded needle in the wet room, just in case the blood oozes out when I utilise the Porcelain Throne (it didn’t);I was tickled pink at remembering the Enoxaparin needle, and very nearly adopted a Smug-Mode attitude. Doing that can be near fatal with my luck. Haha! I’d already stripped and removed the catheter support bag and strappings and was standing at the sink about to get my teeth cleaned when the inner gurgling told me to get on the WC sharply. What a Change this morning! The evacuating contents had gone from almost liquid last night, with Constipation Conrad back in charge. There were no signs of Trotsky Terence after three weeks! I’d almost forgotten how painful Conrad could be, and he was! When I used the toilet roll, I found a few specks of blood. But this was to be expected after getting rid of the three rock-solid torpedoes. Haha! As soon as I did the teeth, I knew that the Enoxaprin could be put back on the shelf. No bleeding at all. Although, I did manage to break off a bit more of one of the troublesome double teeth. Then, I moved on to the shaving duties. I got three nicks, but none were of any bother; a quick splash of the Brut soon stopped them. I had a stand-up body scrub, not the delicate areas. It was far too early to wake my neighbours with the noise from the shower and drain. Next, I got into close-quarter cleaning, ready for medicating. I started with Harold’s Haemorrhoids and the region of my bottom where things hang down a bit. Naturally, after the Constipation Conrad battle, things were terribly sore. The Germoloid soon started calming things down as it was washed and applied. I used a kitchen roll to dry that zone, and then I could check to see if there were any specks of blood, which, surprisingly, were on the towel. But not each time I wiped the area. Challenging to check cause if I twisted and bent with the mirror to try and see, the dangers were apparent, and the blood was only a few tiny specks. So, I got on with the most painful and sometimes frighteningly painful task of getting the ointment inside Little Inchie… Arrgh After applying the Acne and eczema creams, I cover them with a layer of Germolne. I think it helps with the pain that the tube causes in the belly and lower regions with its tugging and pulling when the pouch fills up. As I wiped away the overspill, the blood reappeared on the towel—only flecks of it. The blood originated from the bottom of my onions? What next? I’m going to ask the financial Carer to call the Doctor for me to get an appointment about this, and if she can get an appointment, to ring to see if I can get a lift to the Doctor’s appointment. It’s hard work, innit?
I continued with the other daily medicals I needed to do: ears, eyes, ankle ulcer, Cartilages, Carole and Chloe, Arthur Itis, etc. Then, I refitted the new Catheter pouch, bag and strappings. Getting the Protection Pants on went extremely smoothly this morning, I have to say. yet another So, you can see why my ablutions sometimes take me over two hours. Tsk!
I started updating yesterday’s blog. Again, getting the graphics I’d made and photographs I’d taken was a hit-and-miss affair. It’s a good job. I’ve got some in the WordPress gallery to find and use again. It let me put the first four on at the top without any problem. Grumph!
Carer Sham called late today; they are busy. She checked the taps and cooler and put on my socks. Bless her.
It was slow going on WordPress, but I eventually finished it and posted it to the ether.
Carer Chloe did the midday call, combined with the domestic call. She did her best to clean up the mess I’d made by burning the food on the cooker; she found some more food out of date in another cupboard. Chloe said to call Jenny and tell her so she could hand them out, so I did. And Jenny’s Frank came up and collected them.
Ruled for hours, out of the blue. Some bits of memory during the three hours are clear, I think. Others… well, there aren’t any, really. To such an extent that I just looked at the diary and found I’ve made an Iceland order for next week? I’d worry about these spells, but I only forget to.
I just cleaned the computer, and it let me save some photos. They are out of order, of course, and belated. Grrr!
I think this was the first shot of the day. Machine washed wee-wee’d in slippers. Why are they all blue?
Waste bags I took to the chute.
Asda order.
Made a cock-up here!
Aha, fresh foods!
Chips, lamb burgers & ready meals.
Does the fridge still have room in it?
Afternoon shot? I took many more but no save.
Evening.
A bit later… I think.
Even later, as Carer Chrisa arrived. Aren’t these grand?
I’m going to get a summat to eat; I might not bother photographing it. No, yes, I will! Will I?
Back in the morning.
Good Morning. Updated this blog. Just the meal photo.
Minced lamb & onions, potatoes, carrots, bread, yoghourt. Then some Marmite rice cakes. Memory-wise, after about 20:00hrs, were blank or foggy.
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – The old showerhead is breaking, and the new one is not working. I left the hot water tap running cold again. My eyes fade far too early in the day, and I have double vision, with shadows on the letters and words on the computer as and after typing. and giving me some stick and occasionally failing. And pains. bleeding. Even a …
All took second place in the agony stakes today, to and the new ailments on the block! My concentration was almost nonexistent at times. Both came in waves, eased off a little, and then returned, not at the same time, of course. They cunningly made sure that extra discomfort of some kind from one or the other was omnipresent. Even stinging away at me was almost acceptable! Naturally this happens when there is no one to call for help at the weekend.
I’d forgotten how many painkillers I’ve taken – and am about to take even more. Excuse me…
I’ve just taken the last of the liquid Codeine. When that wears off, I think what I’ll do is in the hands of the Gods. I’ve sprayed water in the left earhole three times today, but it is not getting any worse at the moment, at least. I keep putting in the olive oils regularly, too. I’m looking on the bright side!
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04:10hrs: I disconnected the side-saddle nocturnal catheter pouch. (Later on, Carer Kim said it was a 6 on the NHS colour card)
Within minutes of rising from my much-needed but short slumber, both & kicked off.
I hobbled to the wet room to see if the shower had started working. Huh! Beep-beep-beep! Water supply, “Turn off & reset” Another bother: I’ll have to ask the Caregiver in the morning to phone or get Warden Deana to phone about the shower, then phone the dentist, then phone the Audio Clinic and Doctor about the earache. I have a distinct feeling this week is going to be… well, not a good one, possibly a swine! I went to the kitchenette to put the kettle on to have warm water available for self-ear watering and took a photo of the view. Later, I found this one on the right, on the SD card. I can’t understand why I took it.
Then I did left and right Kodaking of the wonderful light sky and beautiful clouds on offer.
I decided to take some solvable over-the-counter painkillers, spray the tooth pain-killer in the mouth and did the first ear flushing of the day. Over the day, I did five flushing of the left ear, which seemed to help a little. I also used the toothache spray six times and took painkillers.
I took the first macro photo, and I was pleased with taking this pain spray picture on the left later in the day. I got on the computer to update yesterday’s blog. It was farcical, as the pain from the toothache kept on and on. Concentrating was impossible, but I pressed on. The mind-blanks were not helping things in the slightest. Carer Kim arrived and saw straight away the state I was in. I just waffled on, not sure what to say. I was in the middle of suffering a mind blank at the time she arrived. I think she looked at the showerhead. She was certainly caring and concerned about me. I offered nibbles and a drink in thanks. I got the photos mixed up earlier; this is the one taken in the morning. I fear there may be other errors in this blog. Also I refilled the Carers & Nurses nibble box earlier and missed it off or got it mixed up in my muddles, pain-filled head.
Sorry. I think I took this one later, with the first cloud shots way above.
The kids and family play area in Woodthorpe Grange Park. There was no mudslide today, and there has been no rain for ages! I have been working on the blog for hours but am not really aware of doing it at the time. Pain distorts one’s brain. How I got the photos out of sync and order, I don’t know. I do, really, but I am trying to avoid feeling sorry for myself. Hehehe! These cloud shots I think I took from the balcony, but I most likely didn’t. I should have said I don’t know where I took these shots. The pain is getting bad now. The toothache is much worse than the earache. I kept dosing myself; I’m not sure I had any choice in the matter, really. Arrgh! Twice!
Carer Ali came. He wanted to call for an ambulance or at least 111. Bless him. At least the ankle and legs were much better. Or is it because the toothache is worse? Tsk!
It’s mid-afternoon now, and I’ve got some potatoes in the oven. If one cooks them slowly and for longer, the potato flesh is much softer and edible. Hopefully, it’s less painful to eat, too. I said mid-afternoon, but I just looked at the clock, 19:00 hrs gone!
I better get the potatoes and find something soft to have with them. I’ll dollop a load of no-butter butter in them; that might help—or not, knowing my luck!
Back in the morning… He says!
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Carer Richard called. In a rush. My earache was a little better. The Toothache was not!
I couldn’t eat the pastry; it was too hard. But the soya and gravy were alright if I ate carefully. The lemon non-dairy pot of whatever it was called was okay. This is a poor evening shot. No, not so. By now, it was a morning shot taken after washing the pots, pans, plate, and tray and putting some more tooth spray in my mouth.
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – THE PRISONER The captive looks out at the world beyond his cell, erm, flat, and also beyond his capabilities to get out into. He can recall the past from his still semi-active long-term memory. Marathon running, playing squash, boxing, and both of his sexual contact experiences, in great detail, actions, emotions and failures. What is his short-term memory? He’s wondering why he went out onto the balcony. He can clearly see His Majesties Prison Nottingham from his balcony, where the criminals are fed for free. There are no worries over doing the laundry, paying rent, or paying for the electricity. They are fed three times a day at no cost to them. Free computer access! A medical nurse is in attendance 24/7. There is a dentist, too. There are no caregivers’ bills for them. If they get tooth and earache at the same time, they will be tended to. Inchy won’t, he has to wait until Monday, then hope a friendly carer calls who will phone the dentist and doctor for him. If their showerhead stops working, they can use the one next to it and get the other repaired in less than the eight days Inchy has waited. (Up until now). and will not have to pay either; Inchy does! Inchy doubts if they would have to wait the three years he has to to get his Glaucoma lasering done. (Up to now). Inchy had been referred to a specialist to investigate both of his cartilages, it’s been nearly a year ago now. Would the prisoners, murderers, child molesters, drug gang members, etc., have to wait so long? Inchy doubts it. Then again, he doubts his very sanity, logicality, longevity, and practicality. He gets more dithery, edgy, jittery, uptight, jumpy, nervy, wobbly, unstable, vacillating, doubtful, and tentative, which brings us back to his dithering. His hazey-maze of hesitation, indecisiveness, humming and hawing, equivocation. Not that it matters; he’s incapable of remembering. Only this morning, he once again left the hot water tap running! And his ankle feels like there are worms inside, burrowing! He’s forever worrying over everything and nothing. I don’t know why he does this chronicling.
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– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – A bloody day today at times. Shaving and later on in the catheter bag. I immediately started gulping water for an hour or so non-stop, and the urine was back on an NHS scale of 4. Which took away the hassle of calling an ambulance. For example, I had to call one after a tumble last time. I lay there on the floor for over four hours and eventually, agonisingly, got back up. Just as well, cause no ambulance arrived. But my back, which I’d fallen on, pained me for over two weeks afterwards. Thank heavens, I’d got a few doses of morphine vials in the medical drawer to use. But the other parts of the day went well… again! Well, no, that’s a fib. I had computer trouble again, caused by my inability to find files yet again! Still, I’m not moaning. Yes, I am. Aren’t I?
Of course, it’s early enough, 14:20hrs, for anything to kick off for yet a while. Hehehe!
I got the new camera going. With assistance from Carer Chris. I took some shots and will display them on this blog is having a good time belting lightning up my right leg all day up to now, but not frequently, just now and then. That is enough. Thank you very much. The Cartilage gals Chloe and Carole have done a fair share of giving way. But my cunningly being sat down at the computer for so long limited their opportunities. Har-Har!
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – I woke around 04:00hrs, forced myself out of bed, and sat in the itch-creating, bruise-giving, catheter-tube-tugging, crumb-decorated from my nocturnal nibbling, God-awfully uncomfortable, cringingly grotty, no longer working, dirty beige, anti-sleep designed, c1966, second-hand bought for £300 ten years ago from the charity shop, recliner, to take off the nocturnal catheter pouch, and nodded off back into the land of nod. I woke 2-hours later and took off the catheter bag. The urine was a 6 on the NHS scale colour card checklist. So I had a good swig of soda water. Well, it’s been the usual extended sit on the Porcelain Throne, waiting for, urging the evacuation to continue from its peaking out point, which was stretching things painfully. 21 cracks on the ceiling, one crossword clue solved, and ten minutes later, the evacuating product began to move.
It had crawled slowly out and plonked into the water for two or three more minutes. The relief was tempered somewhat by the flow of blood all over from the bleeding of Harold’s Haemorrhoids. This caught me out cause for three days now, I’ve had concrete torpedo-type evacuations without losing the red stuff. On a quick look before the three chain pulls to clear the porcelain, I realised the torpedo had broken into grenade-like clumps. I was hobbling a little differently, awkwardly, for a while after that.
The shaving caused another slight loss of blood. People say things happen in threes, so I wonder what the next vampire experience might be.
As I was placing the sorted-out waste bag bins near the front door, carer Christopher arrived. He asked if the showerhead had been delivered, and after I showed him, he set to fitting it for me. I got the Friday blog finished and posted off, then turned my attention to the new Kodak camera, and using it for the first time. I used the other Kodak to take photos of the new one.
I tried using the Macro to take the bottle of Loyd sauce. But I’d damned if I can find how I for to turn it on again, now. Grrr! Talk about short-term memory loss! Then in the scene shot option, the sky from the kitchenette. Carer Chris returned a while later and attached the around-the-neck strap for me. He couldn’t find the Macro option either, and neither of us could read the instruction booklet. Tried again to get some decent photos with the new Kodak.
I snapped several roads, Closes etc. on view, from the kitchenette window. Left and right. It’s getting late now, and as usual the eyes are getting worse, mistier, foggier and the letters and words as I type are slowly developing shadows on them. It’s the same every day. At least, for some reason, it started a little later today. I hope they will be clearer to me in the morning. Otherwise, all that money spent on the new Kodak will grind with me.
I’m struggling to see even more now, but at least if this shot of the kitchen sky is not good, I won’t know if it is or isn’t… and what am I talking about here? Later, I tried another shot of the clouds, which still looked beautiful to me until I saw them in the taken photographicalisation. I’ll put the quiz answer on.
I did not do well on this one at all.
Carer Israel did the early evening call. I gave him a cold can of orange-flavoured Lucozade from the fridge and a bar of cold chocolate. He seemed happy with the gesture, which cheered me up a smidgeon. Gawd, the eyes are getting bad now.
I prepped, made, served up and ate the meal with a certain relish, not a sauce, I enjoyed this one. This is a soup of sorts, a chilli soup with boiled and cut-up potatoes added. Milk Roll bread soaks up the juices. It’s very nice. The cleaning up after eating was a bugger, though. Hehe! However, during this process, I took a Kodak Two shot of the night sky. A Pareidolianist delight! A giant beast or fish scooping up the black clouds? With sand from the seabed disturbed? Well, that’s what I saw. Hehe! Carer Israel arrived and gave me an extra permitted painkiller because despite enjoying the meal, I’ve now got angry with myself. In a word… Arrgh!
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – I woke, surprised at how light it was, and gave consideration to the vague idea of getting up, mused for a moment… decided I was still too tired and swiftly nodded off again, I have no idea when I first woke up, but this second one was distinctively individual. I was rudely awoken as my body was falling out of the bed! Then the ‘thud’ as my knees hit the floor and the pain from the nocturnal pouch tube pulled at Little Inchie. I hauled myself back up to find that Cartilage in Chloe’s left knee had swollen immediately. But I was concerned about knowing how the heck that happened. How? What was I doing, having a dream? Had Peripheral Neuropathy Pete had a leg dance? Or had Shaking Shaun been involved?
When I started to hobble about to take the nocturnal pouch to be emptied, Lost-Balance-Barbara nearly had me over and painfully gave way frequently. The urine colour was bloodied, but that was no surprise with the morning’s -tumble. I was still juggling things to get a less painful seating position on the WC when the almost liquidised evacuation started flowing. Even that hurt, but it was short-lived. I can’t say the same about cleaning things up after the torrent from . I decided to get the ablutions & medicationings done. I hadn’t realised how late it was that I’d risen from the pleasure of peaceful sleep. I was having problems shaving the back of my neck again, as sounded from the door chime, and in came Carer Christopher. Knocked on the wet room door, asking if I was alright. He came in and shaved just the back of my neck for me as I began relating the morning’s farcical beginning to him. He wasn’t pleased with my wobbling and imbalance, the swollen leg or the colour of the urine, but I explained I thought they were all probably due to the tumble. Because I was about to shave and shower, I could not have the new pouch bag or the diabetic socks on. Chris said he would not give me the medications yet and would give me an hour or so to get the showering done, then he would return to do the medicating, socks, and catheter pouch fitting. That was kind of him; off he went, and I returned to the wet room to finish off the shaving. A few tiny nicks, but only tiny ones. Then, the showering… Although the procedure was painful with the swelling and when I got around to the rear-end cleaning, Boy, was it painful? Yes, it was. Hehehe! But with my pain tolerance level being so high, I wasn’t bothered about the knees, haemorrhoids, catheter tube pulling on Little Inchie, or the toe I’d just stubbed in the slightest.
I was coughing and sneezing by the time I’d finished the medicating and ablutions. I made the waste bags into one and took them to the front door.
Christopher returned. He got my socks on for me because he realised it must have been nippy without any on. I issued the medications and then put a washed catheter pouch cover on it for me. On his way out, he took the laundry down for me, taking his choice of drinkies and Lamb Patti from the fridge.
I spent hours and hours on the blog update, all the time sensing the gurgling and rumblings from the innards. I took a diarrhoea capsule in hopes of avoiding another of the infamous evacuations again.
It cost me, losing half a day. When I came back to semi-reality, I knew a Carer had been. A , and I checked on the Carers log. Joanne had been, and Christopher too. Someone came on the third call because the washing had been returned. I usually have a natter and laugh with Joanne, I can’t recall either of these episodes. Vague is the word.
I checked the camera’s SD card. I’d have expected to remember taking these two beautiful shots. But I’m afraid I can’t. I think I took them from the kitchenette window. Wonderful peace-emitting clouds out there. I felt the pangs of hunger, so I investigated what to eat. I emptied the day pouch from Cathy’s Catheter and was pleased to see it was a little lighter. I did not mean the pouch; I meant the urine that was emptying. Not a bit mixed here! Potato Rostis and a lamb cutlet were sprayed with oil and put into the oven. When they were out of the oven, I dabbed some Germolene on the hand I burned while doing so, and then the food was plated. I added some tomatoes and some sugar snap peas. A few rounds of Milk Roll bread and got stuck into it. This I do remember! The lamb was fatty—too much so for me—but the rest of the plate was fine and tasty!
I took this shot of the night sky from the kitchen window as the sun was setting.
And went to turn off the computer in the junk/bed/living room. Haha!
I found them, but not in 12 seconds. It was the wave one that had me fooled for so long. No surprise, a lot of things got and got me confused: Women, Pucking Putin, computers, Football Referees’ Decisions, Oligarchs, , , , , , , , and perhaps the most confusing is the decisions arrived at by theParole Boards to free convicted killers to murder again! They instil in me a hatred comparable to my loathing for Putin! I’m so glad I got that out of the way!
I have blogging duties. I needed some cartoons, and I spent three hours trimming them up and getting them ready to use on CorelDraw, which, dare I say this? CorelDraw did not crash all day long! There, now we’ll see if it continues… Dang. Dang, Sang, Dang!
A change in the meal stakes today. I put a can of vegetable soup in the pan and added fresh onions, peppers, mushrooms, and peas. A packet of basil passata, and some Turkish beef, chopped up by my fair hands and mixed into the mix. Later, I added a drop of tasty Polish Krakus beetroot Borscht and Winiary seasonings. I left it on a low light to marinate all the way through, then returned to the computer work. Made a start on the blog at last.
The sun was taking its time getting through.
What a change to an hour earlier that was!
I was struggling with my concentration for hours and hours of making errors on the flog making.
This was a great cloud formation not to miss. Can you see the faces in it?
I baked some potatoes and added them to the saucepan. What a feast. Lipsmackingly Gorgeous!
Carers, as I recall, or don’t. Christopher, Joanne and Victor.
I was pleased to see the plane’s contrails showed up so well in this Kodak Tim snap of the sun on its way down. I loved the E or Pound sign, Little Clouds. Can you see the chess rook just above the sun? The flying fish to the left of the £ sign? I am well pleased with this photo. Oh, I’ve just spotted a spider on it, too! I so love photos that are Pareidolianiable!
Well, something of a miracle happened overnight. Yes! Although it was broken into pieces, I reckon got at least seven hours of sleep! Not been known for many a month. Are things getting better for me? What a stupid question! – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
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– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – 05:10hrs: I woke up in the 966, £300 Oxfam charity shop bought, second-hand, wincingly grotty, beige coloured, crumb-covered from my nocturnal nibblings, itch-making, uncomfortable, positively unhealthy & dangerous, no longer operational, virus-breeding, easy-to-fall-out-of, Catheter-tube-trapping, recliner.
And released the catheter nocturnal bag from the day bag pouch. Again, a decent colour of urine had been passed overnight.
As the signs from the innards indicated a change in mode to a Trotsky Terence one, I decided to make my way to the wet room without delay. A good job I did, too. The motion started as I lowered my bottom onto the plastic Porcelain Throne cover! The spray was almost spitting-like, out all over the WC furniture and my bum and bottom. Took me ages to get it all cleaned up. My plump, short legs were holding up the catheter bag pouch well today. Then, the bag suddenly split open down one side. Being a cunning, if pathetic DIYer, I repaired it with some of the Elastoplast and Elephant tape I had to hand and refitted it.
I topped up the Nurse’s and Carer’s nibble boxes and went on the computer for a while. I can’t say precisely how long the computing went on as another darned Mind-Blank took me over. It might have been Carer Marie; she kept coming into my mind, and her suspicious smile was in there somewhere. I found this photo in the morning of where I’d left the diabetic socks in view to remind me to ask for them to be put on. They were on my legs alright, now. Back with it, I decided to make up some bottles of spring water, adding a little cordial to a few bottles. Off to the kitchenette, I poddled! &
After making the drinks, I decided that, as I had the funnels out, I’d make some spray with an antiseptic disinfectant that I used to sprinkle in the catheter urine jug and waste bins. I made the mix and poured it safely and freely into the sprayers. One: As I turned away to take the filled bottles, I knocked the topless disinfectant bottle off the draining board. I made a barb for it and sprayed the liquid out of the spout. It landed on my dressing gown, which got soaked. Then I dropped the bottle on the floor, which swizzled around, distributing the rest of its contents over the kitchen floor. I did not burst into tears! I just cursed vigorously. But I did consider crying an option! I decided to take some shots from the window, as not many had been taken with all the seizures. I genuinely wish that I hadn’t bothered now. TWO: Now, the photos themselves came out pretty decently. In fact, I was pleased with the results. !
As I closed the window yet again, my sleeve caught the kitchen knife box, knocking it to the floor. A degree of spitting was used in conjunction with foul language, self-insulating, and loathing outbursts that lasted for a good while. What the hell Mary in the flat below must think of me?
Well, it doesn’t take much imagination. Sorry, Mary! ♥
I set about cleaning the kitchenette floor again.
I used the Speed Mop this time to save time and bending down to wring out the big mop. Things are looking better now in the kitchen.
But not with WordPress and or the computer I’m using.
I am having all sorts of failures. I’ll whip on what I’ve got and try to post it. Sorry about this. Google has given up on me. I’m Trying Firefox now.
Not a lot passed last night. But it’s a decent colour this morning.
Not ‘arf!
Mug of Glengettie tea, with four biscuits dunked.
Those makes that come and go on the lens are back. No matter what I try to clean it with, they suit themselves, whether of not to smudge my Kodak Camera photographs. Tsk!
I took another shot and zoomed in a bit. But the smudges are there in this one, too.
Carer Christopher arrived. Nibbles and drinkies were selected. I’d lost the receipt for the Heron Food Store. I’d been searching for ages, and Chris found it!
The smudge was still there in the end car park shot!
The catheter supplies box and the new straps that Kara had organised were delivered that day. She thinks they may ease the pressure on Little Inchy. I hope so!
Kara will not be back until Monday or Tuesday, I hope they help. Oh, I just said that!
Brightening up out there now as the sun intrudes on the rather pretty view. The smudge is still on.
I felt it coming, I thought?
Carer Sam arrived; I’ve not seen her for ages.
Painkillers, and she did the safety checks.
After she was gone, I discovered that the Alert Alarm Wristlet was not on my arm Ah! I must have left it in the wet room. But no, there were no signs of it in there. On, around, and under the bed were searched. Nope! In the cupboards, drawers, etc., Nope!
Hoping I didn’t need it, I got on with the blogging for a few hours.
Photo to the left. This one is to the right.
I do love these puffer clouds.
I went into the kitchen again to prep the meal.
As gave me a turn, I grabbed hold of the draining board to steady my elf. And there, lying on the kitchen towel, in the draining rack, was the wristlet alarm! Gorrit!
I made a vegetable stew today. All I needed to do was to bake some potato bits to add to the vegetables and sauce already in the saucepan. No smudge?
I woke up, although I wasn’t unaware I’d fallen asleep. I could see the mess I had made on the blog, presumably in a stupor of some sort. A was engaged, and I nervously checked the cooker, taps, etc., with surprising results.
① The taps were all off. ② The fridge door was shut… and ③ I realised that I had already eaten the vegetable stew, ④ and washed the pots!
When I returned to the front room, another surprise surprised me! The evening Caregiver had already been. I realised further that this was correct, as the diabetic socks had been removed. I had not the vaguest memory until I noticed his. I had to check the Caregiver’s log to see who had called! It was Christopher. The nibble box contents had been significantly reduced, so I knew it had to have been either Chris or Helen. Bits of foil from the medications were on the carpet. Haha!
I then proceeded to fall asleep properly this time. I didn’t have the energy or willpower to sort out the blog mistakes anyway.
The last call was from Carer Vi tor. Medicated me and attached the night bag for me. These Carers’ names cannot be guaranteed to be accurate. Not in the state I’m in.
I found them! Eventually… well, alright then, I found two of them, or maybe one? I can’t tell the difference in the lower left circle with the prawn. Is it a shrimp? I’m not optimistic about the chocolate, either.
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Terrible dark night bag!
Only four visits today.
The main bother today was. The urine was still dark.
Took this shot of the 03:30hrs morning view. Back to the Throne.
Day pouch filled up quickly without me having anything to eat yet? Darker than ever now?
A wobbly shot of the moon taken.
Medical items are listed for the nurse.
Tray washed, waste bags amalgamated.
Then found some out-of-date food, so another bag to go.
No idea why I took this one.
Carer Shaquille arrived. Put on the fresh day bag. Medications issued. Treats and off he went, taking the bags with him. Thank you.
Carer Chris arrived doing domestic. Mopped the kitchen with the speedmop, and wet room for me.
Wash and mess made and cleaned up after using the Trotsky-controlled Porcelain Throne.
Mug of tea at long last.
Carer Sam arrived PM. I made an order for Asda for next week. played up doing it, summat rotten!
I missed this shot off, of the third try this morning.
Spent hours getting CorelDraw to perform for me. Managed it, but don’t know how?.
Mistakes Disclosures
Going to sort some food out now. See ya later! I hope!
Morning, I’m backeth with you…
. Tried again… Ah, that was better. Taken to the right.
Too tired to cook owt, so I had a Pork Farms Pork pie, pickled beetroot, and Milk Roll bread… with slices of Flora not-butter, butter. The new recipe Pork Farms pork pies, were pale, fatty, and tasteless. But the beetroots was nice, and the Milk Roll bread with the gorgeous Flora no-butter butter… Great! Taste-Rating: 6.5/10. I still ate it all. Then a brainwave appeared! I’ll put the jelly in a dish and cover it with some of the cream spray. So, I did. Here is the photo taken… I hadn’t noticed it last night, but when I came to uploading it this morning, my Pareidoliaising could see something in the bowl. Can you see it, before reading further?
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↓ Purely by accident, I’d created the face of a curly white-haired dog as I sprayed the cream on? Haha! I wonder if the Tate Gallery would be interested?
I tried a final photo after washing the dishes. again! A bit better, I suppose.
I find it so easy to falter, Often getting into a fluster, Get conned by a fraudster… I’ve already paid the undertaker, Hope he wasn’t another trickster! All my life, I’ve been a bystander, I should have been boulder… Been more of a grandstander? To avoid the many a cold shoulder, I could meet Putin, the genocider? Both dead, we couldn’t kill each other! My real wish is to again meet Grizelda!
05:20hrs: I awoke, battled my way out of the £300, bought eight years ago from the second-hand shop, Harold Haemorrhoid testing, repugnantly beige-coloured, crumb containing, virus-breeding, acne-giving, rickety, none-working recliner, and detached the from and was up on my feet, and doing the balance exercises, within a few minutes. . The wee-wee in the punch was less than expected, and of a darker shade. However, in the past, I have had it a lot darker on some mornings. So, not too bad. The right leg bandaging still looked the same colour as the left leg’s skin. Note the long green throw I’d wrapped around my belly and put on under the dressing gown? That’s due to it being so flipping cold without the ankle and leg straps on. The nurse, Sarah, I hope, is coming on Tuesday, to see how the pins are going, so might have to start using the cumbersome, but warm again. Not that I’ll remember with all the medical appointments coming up. Hopefully, my red eye appointment with the doctor, can be cancelled somehow for Monday morning, as long as it continues to improve? It does look a little better this morning more of the white bit is showing. So, fingers crossed it continues to heal itself. Another messy evacuation was tackled. The passing, I would think, took about five seconds, Eugrh! Hehe! The cleaning up, took me about fifteen minutes or so. And all the bending down started to activate, but he didn’t have me over. Another Tidied up a little in the front room. Not much. Don’t want to overdo things, you know. Hehehe! Found the spillage from last night’s exploding bottle of Schweppes tonic water, had stained the carpet something awful! What’s it doing to my stomach lining? You never know; it may even help me with & ‘s hassle? Off to the kitchen. To get some potatoes in the crock-pot to have later on. I made a mess of taking a photo of last night’s nosh; it didn’t make it to the SD card for some reason. But I did take a photo of one mini-potatoes that I didn’t have the heart to eat. A tiny little thing.
I got the computer on, and guess what? No signal was available. After ten minutes or so, one came on. An hour later, the 6th failure showed up. This time it needed the full treatment to get it back on. Lost the work I’d done by turning everything off. Reset the whatsit box… router, left it a minute, then pressed the rest button and waited in hope. 20 minutes later, it came back on. I cracked on with the Saturday blog updating. Got it done and was about to email the links and it went again. I lost all I’d done on the Email, of course. But, it did come back on of its own accord about an hour later, while I was doing a graphic on CorelDraw for Sunday’s blog. I hastily for the Email done again and posted it.
Just in time for the dubious financial Oligarchs of again!
arrived. He got the various medicationings sorted out and offered a bit of advice on the computer problems that I was having recently with the maddening problems of Firefox crashing, Norton changing things without telling me, and CorelDraw freezing on me regularly. ‘Always back up your work’. Finally, after Victor had departed, I got and drank a mug of Glengettie. Hurray! No biscuits were eaten with it, which I felt a little proud about! After this failure from the famously inept , and another full reset to get it back, the thing went so slowly; it was hard work. I went back onto CorelDraw, praying that it would not freeze on me again. IT DID! HAD TO TURN EVERYTHING OFF.
Turned itself off. Now when I try to open it, it comes up in a version from 5 years ago. Will not save anything! I could cry. The Internet is down again; just come back on; this may be the last from me… if I can get to post it that is. All that work I did lost too!
No new graphics, no new photos, no imported things, written word only in future.
