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Is more than very nice…
He’s brilliant, camera-wise,
I’ll further extemporise…
He doesn’t need to attitudinise,
To be as good is one of my desires, His photography does dynamise!
Jealous? Me? I could diphthongise!
Just thought this photo should be diarised!
Grrreat Shot, Tim!
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In the kitchen, all dark and black, and saw some moving lights in the bottom field. I tried to get a decent shot, but it was not to be. Here they are, though. Can you guess what the lights were? The green lights were mand torch. The red light was attached to his little dog’s collar. What a brilliant idea!
Sorted out the waste bags.
Arrived, and he took off the diabetic socks and put on the leg and ankle straps. He’s getting good at doing this! He listened as I moaned on about all the things not getting done. He kindly rang the chemists for me, to arrange for the Covid jab to be done again.
Tomorrow morning at 09:55hrs. So no sleep again for me tonight. I daren’t, cause this means I have to get up in time to allow myself two hours to get the ablutions and dressed done in time for me to catch the bus into Sherwood. He then rang the Age Concern about the room being cleared. Nothing was arranged, but he said they would get back to me in a week or so and let me know if they can do it and what it is likely to cost me.
Great help, thanks, Benjamin! 👍
Literally!
Surprised that the end car park mudslide was sizeable.
Computing.
arrived. She was doing the domestic as well, now that Denise has departed the job. Nice gal.
The Asda order arrived. Baking powder, bottles of water, tonic, soda, and some canned soups were unloaded, & put away.Aha, my favourite bikkies, they were on Special Offer! Some more eye pads for Blepharitis and dry eye conditions. Cleans glasses well, too. I did notice that the seasoned French Fries were on offer; so much off if you bought two packets. I decided not to, cause I didn’t know if I was even going to like them, so ordered just one packet… Or so my tormented ruled brain thought! I’d bought four packs! There was no way these were going to fit into my freezer! I went through the food and got rid of some short and the out-of-date food, to make room to get things in. I ended up dishing two of the four bags of chips! It took me ages, and was just about to take the bags to the chute when the District Nurse arrived. Had a job finding the plasters for covering the wounds, but she did in the end. Refitted the coverings, and we had a little natter, and, if I recall correctly, a laugh! Lovely!
After about three more hours of computing, the Oligarch’s failures stood at…
called for the evening visit. At the time, I was having a few twitchings and losses of balance. I just hope they clear up before I have to go for the Covid jab in the morning… Plllease! Had a little natter.
Thank heavens, a few scrawled notes and some photographs were available to try and create this diary in hopes that not too much will have been lost to my infected memory. Because this Sunday was one of the worst ever for two things… One: The vagueness, impreciseness, befuddlement, constant mental confusion, empty-headedness. TWO: The flaky face and legs may be due to Atopic Dermatitis Eczema, Eczema craquelé (generally only affects people over 70 years of age.) Neuro-Acne, Neurodermatitis, Dyshidrosis Dermitisis, Acne, Seborrheic Dermatitis, Nummular-Dermatitis, Xerotic Eczema, Stasis Dermatitis, Xerotic Eczema, and Papular Eczema, Which seems a likely suspect for my facial problems, and Stasis Dermatitis, for my legs? Yes, I’ve been Googling again. Hehe! I looked up the Craquelure (Eczema Craquelé): It can result from drying, shock, ageing, or a combination. (More Googling)
After rising nervously from the grip of the £300 second-hand shop bought, c1966, moth-eaten, bedraggled, cringingly-beige-coloured, grotty, dilapidated, crumb-containing from my nocturnal nibblings, bug-ridden, itch-inspiring, not working recliner, it was off to the wet room .
An awfully long time was spent in there this morning, too! With the cleaning up from the evacuation aftermath, with the concomitant pains accrued, from the bending to clean it all up, the splashes, spraying, and rebounds. The worst affected were , both knees & , & .
Where started. Perhaps a better word, and it was one too! 1) I’d struggled and somehow got both leg and ankle straps removed; that took me about 20 minutes to achieve. And will never be attempted again by yours indeed! Talk about pain; that’s not a strong enough word! 2) The teggie-cleaning took just two minutes. Stopping the gums from bleeding needed much longer. 3) Shaving. (I’ve used an old photo here, but the cuts were surprisingly similar.) The neck, cheek and chin were nicked with the four-blade-razor but were easily stopped with a splash of Brut stinging but effective Brut aftershave. (Can you see the eczema coming on? This photo was taken about 2 weeks ago). 4) were washed and medicated.
Germoloid Ointment was gently applied, with instant relief being the outcome. Phew! 5: Washing, then medicating poor little . I must get some more Germolene ordered! 6: Sounds like a simple job this next one – but Oh, No! Not with my regiment of ailments, it isn’t. Especially when trying to get a pair of the Morrisons PPs (Protection Pants) on. You see, my right leg has the , as well as the dodgy . The right leg (Well, they both are) is also gifted with a visa . Each foot had an . Socially-minded occupies each knee along with Cartilage girls Chloe & Carole. Naturally, there’s always, often more than once diurnally, , which can turn and off at will, confusing the brain completely – which tries to respond but does it with best guesses. I’m not kidding; there are times I’ve burnt a finger in the oven, and I felt nothing but could smell something burning (that would usually be a finger) until I looked at it, and the brain gets the message and passes it on to me about the pain, then it hurts like hell! Hahaha! I’d love to have a discussion with others who have PN. I read their letters on the HealthUnlocked site on the web. But have never read about anyone else getting this particular trait. I assume the diagnosis was right… but could it be something else I’ve got?
The sheer weight of the retaining fluids makes both limbs heavy to lift. PPs… Oh, I lost the plot there; I got carried away; sorry, I’m back to blogging. If I’d got a microphone in the wet room, you’d have heard a bit of cursing, arghing, and swearing as I struggled to get the pants on! But I did it!. 7: Then, just the slippers and dressing gown to get on. “Just,” he says! I moved into the front room to get the slippers on to be safer. Which proved to be an excellent idea! Until… : Using the long shoe horn, I manoeuvred the end into the slipper, and standing on the extra-dodgy right leg, moved the left foot towards the slipper… At the optimum time to get me over, I gave way, and down I went… but at this stage, I’d like to blow my own trumpet – which is not easy, cause I don’t have one, Haha! I was impressed with my taking the precaution of entering the front room now! I fell backwards into the c1966, £300, second-hand charity-shop bought, crumb-containing, odour-retaining, Harold’s Haemorrhoid-testing, nauseatingly beige coloured, non-working, virus-breeding recliner. That was better than going onto the floor! Mind you, started bleeding and had to be cleaned and medicated again.
That took me that long; the afternoon Carer arrived as I put on my dressing gown. I can’t tell how long it took me chronologically cause the battery in the wet room clock had died. I reckon it was close to three hours! I can’t go on like this without some further costly help.
Waste bags.
It’s a wickedly lousy shot of the end car park.
The front view is not good either. Tsk!
The last banana and the best of the bunch, bought from Iceland. Only 25% of it was bruised.
. Are these bits floating in the wee-wee extracted from the catheter day bag, parts of my Prostate?
Evening shot from the kitchen window.
Later, the sun disappears…
Oh, dear, the legs didn’t look too good this morning. (I just found the lost SD card). Right leg on the left and visa-versa. But betterer than yesterday!
One of Inchy’s famous mystery photos?
The end car park mudslide has nearly all gone.
Got a late meal. Of sorts, I just wasn’t interested much. I wanted much more to get some sleep in. Didn’t enjoy this one at all. The bin got most of it. My fault! Flavour-Rating: 2¼/10!
Washing the pots, and had to go for an early morning visit to the … . What a change from this morning?
Down into the £300 second-hand shop bought nine years ago, c1966, discomfiting, alarmingly beige-coloured, crumb-containing, TV remote hiding, not working recliner. In search of Sweet Morpheous!
But, No! A totally unexpected series of gurgles from the inners, and I groped my way out of the £300, second-hand, musty, Haemorrhoid Harold Testing, cringingly beige, crumb-covered, not-working, rickety recliner. Off to the wet room. En route, , right against the door corner and right into my There was no time for pain; the rear end was struggling to prevent a premature evacuation from occurring. Just as well, I didn’t stop. Even more amazingly… . Another reversal of evacuation modes? It beats me: what is going on?
Cleaned up and got my head down again… Soon drifted off, but not for long. The return of commencing his harassment, tugging at my guilt and errors… The Git!
Stayed up trying to catch up with the blogging, until around 05:00hrs this morning, 3 hours kip, including two failed trips to the Porcelain Throne. It was the same on the third visit later – but this time I was back in the wet room within ten minutes, and; Gooey, sticky messy! I also forgot all about putting the night pouch onto my . It looked like the infection was coming back, judging by the dark brownish colour in the day bag.
arrived, not seen him for a while. Good job that he was a little behind this morning, and I asked him to call the Age UK please, about organising and finding out how much it will cost, and of course, if they could help me, in clearing the bedroom out, so I could let Sarah at the Falls & Rehabilitation, to tell her when it is done (if), and she could order the bed for me.
He sorted out and put the leg straps & socks on for me. Not on himself, on me. Hehe! Then dished out the medications. He told me we only have two-night bags left for my pesky. I hope they send some more soon. Especially with the urine being so dark.
The right leg scabs, before the Compression socks & strapping were put on, looked to be improving a little. As is my mode of luck, failure and frustrationalisationings, the lad tried ringing them and could not get through to them; they were too busy. He tried again later, and I think they told him he was 11th in the queue waiting! He said he’d try again later and would let me know. I’ve heard nothing.
The rain was stopping now. The mudslide was an indication that there must have been plenty of rain overnight. While taking a zoomed-in shot of the mudslide at the end car park, leaning out of the balcony window a smidgeon, poor, battered about by the tubing sticking in him for what must be over a year now, was giving me some aggro and started bleeding fairly badly. Argh! That’ll teach me to bend and stretch! I was in & out of control of things for at least five hours. Was just beginning to feel that I was regaining what was going on around me, and evening a little when arrived. My memory was vague still, and thought distant, slightly confused somewhat. Got the medications handed out and he brought into the flat with him two letters that’d been delivered. Being half out of it mentally, I somehow assumed it was from the Audi Clinic. I am still waiting to hear from them about the three appointments I have coming up. I believed this to be the case, then the damned brought a semi-panic about how I can arrange a lift to get there, I’ve no to help me for two weeks; she’s off on holiday. I felt a right twollop when it dawned on me that the four-page appointment & instructions letter, was from the EENT. It was something about post-cataract operation procedures. No idea what it involves. For the 1st December, 10:45hrs. So, need to arrange to book a lift with NHS City Transport, or Easy-Link there and back. Plenty of time, but I mustn’t forget to do it.
So after Ben left, I rewrote the whiteboard reminder. I didn’t realise I had so many things that needed doing, Covid jab, lift to arrange. Audio Clinic three appointments outstanding, I need someone to ring them to find out if they have forgotten about me, or mayhap changed their minds, or it will take a lot longer to wait? Virgin going full-fibre. A list as long as your arm of things to do in preparation and installation. Kara said plenty of time. But that is just longer for me to worry about, I still don’t know if the wrist and room intercom alarm will work on the new system or not? Then the nurse will call hopefully tomorrow – I need to mention that having only two-night pouches left she may bring some with her? Then the mess with trying to get help with clearing the room out so Sarah can order the second-hand bed for me. And, British Gas keep asking for a metre reading as being urgent, now critical in their last email. No one seems to know what needs reading on the meter? The mood, then brought forth all the other worries! The bladder, how come they have left it in for over a year now? They have removed it to let me try to wee manually on only three occasions in all that time? The next day checked on the bladder contents using the scanner, and decided it was still a third full on each time! But still do not give the go-ahead for a permanent catheter to be fitted. Then there is that agony is causing. Tiny bits of raw flesh coming off of now! , , , , the new , , and now which apparently is a parasitic disease caused by blood flukes (trematode worms). Not to mention on the left foot, and the on the right foot! Or the , or both legs having , , or , , and his unwelcome , along with other ailments, disabling my physical capabilities. Then of course there is , taking care of the destruction and incapacitating of the mental side. At least the comforting words of the nurse encouraged me a smidgeon; “Things can only get worse, so make the best of what you haven’t got today!” Spoken, with the biggest of grins on her face.I laughed out loud! Which sadly, is such a rarity nowadays.Hahaha!
Going to make something to eat now, and back to finish off in the morning. Well, that’s the plan! Not too bad at all! Yummy!
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REPEATEDLY IT IS NOW $26m! Plus, a guaranteed bonus & expense account
The proliferative lifestyle of this money-manipulating, smoke & mirrors man, appropriating financial growth, number-crunching for Liberty-Global oligarch, shows how cunning and clever he is. I believe there is some hocus-pocus in his getting in bed with not only buying out Virgin Media and destroying its previously good reputation; He is now involving Liberty-Global, on paper, deceptively, deftly, deliberately, maybe disingenuously, financial links with other internet companies in Europe and the UK.. ① Acquiring 1,335 million shares in Vodafone Group PLC. ② BT’s, EE will provide wholesale mobile network services to Virgin Mobile for an undisclosed price. Ironically, parent company Virgin Media, owned by Liberty Global, is the biggest competitor to BT in the provision of broadband in the UK. ③ Switzerlands Sunrise Internet. ④ SUNRISE TV & Internet & Phone Services. ⑤ Liberty Global & Telefonica have agreed to merge their British businesses in a $38 billion deal that will create a powerhouse. ⑥ All3Media: Liberty-Global a 50% ownership. ⑦ Platforma Canal+ (Poland) (17% ownership).
⑧ Telenet (Belgium) (58% ownership).
⑨ UPC Broadband. ⑩ Liberty acquired Germanys Unitymedia in November 2009 for $5.2 billion. ⑪ Global announced its acquisition of Cable & Wireless Communications. The $5.3 billion deal expanded Liberty Global’s presence into the Caribbean & greater Latin America. ⑫ They also owned a 49% stake in the majority state-owned Trinidadian telco, TSTT. ⑬ In May 2018, Liberty Global announced the sale of its operations in Germany, Hungary, Romania and the Czech Republic to Vodafone for €19 billion ($22.7 billion). The sale closed for $21.3 billion in July 2019. All of these operations, formerly named UPC (Unitymedia in Germany), were since rebranded to Vodafone. ⑭ In June 2015, Vodafone confirmed talks with Liberty Global focused on potential partnerships, but denied that a full merger was in the works. ⑮ Liberty Global invested in Guavus, a data analytics company, in September 2015. ⑯ Liberty Global announced a partnership with Amazon Prime Video. ⑰ VodafoneZiggo (50% ownership), ⑱ Vodafone Netherlands.
Oligarchs paradise!
Its respective legal names are Liberty Global Plc, Liberty Global B.V. and Liberty Global, Inc., with the first of these being publicly traded. It was formed in 2005 by the merger of the international arm of Liberty Media (in turn, a spin-off of American cable television group TCI) and UnitedGlobalCom (UGC). Liberty Global had an annual revenue of $11.5 billion in 2019, with operations in six countries and 20,600 employees. It has 10.8 million cable service subscribers, or 25.3 million revenue generation units (RGU), combining video, and internet. All this, and they still can’t get a signal that’s anything like sustainable, to me in Nottingham? And the face & cheek to put advertisements like this on the TV? I had to write these detail – Pure Jealously, you see! Hehehe!
I didn’t get to bed until 06:00hrs. 23.5 hours after getting up, yesterday. Carer Chris woketh me around 08:30 hours. I didn’t move 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 during the visit, and until about 11:00hrs on the second Carer call from Christopher.
Nodded off again until around about 11:00hrs.
Carer Kara called in for a minute, to check on how things went yesterday at the bank. She had to rush off, but it was a wonderful gesture to pop in to check on things. Restore one’s faith! Thank s to you, Carer Kara. ♥ Cheered me up that did.
For some reason, the flat seemed very lonely as I responded to the need for the . No doubt about it, that was still in charge of the innards.
But things did move quicker this morning. Seems I’ve acquired a habit of painfully passing to medium torpedos daily? Not so much bleeding today, either.
After the ‘passing’, I started suffering with and in unison.
Grossly unfortunate with the timing. I was ‘cleaning the rear end’. So lots of ‘bits’ of toilet paper scattered about all over the place. I waited until things started to die down jerks and shakes-wise, and stretched won to get at some that had gone behind the WC – and gave myself yet another damned on the seat leg. Same bleeding toe as I did yesterday as well. Naturally, I just laughed it off and cheerfully carried on collecting the bits of cheap toilet paper from the floor. A really lucky water hauling session from the kitchen to the wet room to refill the W.C. tank; I reported to Nottingham City Homes maintenance 3 months ago. Apart from the toe, I could not understand why was so kind to me. Then it dawned on me, I think. I was fetching the water a good six hours later in the day than usual.
Were belatedly carried out.
I got on the computer to update yesterday’s blog, and… It had to happen, of course. or else whatever would I do with no Mr Fires and Liberty-Global oligarchs to hate? Then it got maddening! It was off for about ten minutes, then back on… This time it was down for ages.
I took this photo while cursing, swearing and waiting for the reset box to work again. Twenty minutes or so later, it came back on. I started to do some comment answers. Two minutes, if that, the bloody thing died another death!.
SWINE!
The Carer arrived, Chris again, and he got the cataract drops in the eye, and medications given.
Aha, the Oligarchs allowed me an internet service again. This time for fifteen minutes. But I sickeningly lost the work I was in the middle off when it... ARGH!
I’d just about caught up with redoing the CorelDraw work lost, I’m not sure, 20 minutes or so…
Now I was getting pissed off and depressed, and sorry for myself. I was not coming back of its own accord this time. So everything turned off without a chance to save it AGAIN! Turned off the box, unplugged it gave it ten minutes and tried again… booted up the computer, but no go!
I can’t find the expletives I need to describe how I felt!
I gave up and got the meal started. Nowt special, a can of veg soup, the last of the Borscht, added some liquid smoke and the last of the leeks… well, leek. Got some spuds cubes in the oven to roast, and returned to find the internet signal back on. Oh, joy! Naturally tempered.
Car parking for Billum at The Manor Laboratories.
I missed this one, sorry. Took it earlier in the morning.
These were taken over a period of time of the wonderful moon out there.
Changing colours over the 15 minutes or so.
Made the meal, tons of it and took a photo of the tray. The photo was not on the SD card on Saturday. Huh! Just one of the many mysteries of Woodthorpe Court, with the ghosts, wraiths, spectres, cacodaemons, apparitions, and other grotesqueries that haunt the hallways and lobbies, searching for Inchie to curse with bad luck, create ambiguities, abstrucities, perplexities, misfortunes and botherations, to scare. worry and confuse me! Cataract Kathie, Neuropathy Pete and Doreen Dementia are the main culprits. There are others, of course!
The laundry, containing three nightgowns, I have another that I’m wearing at the moment that is getting a smidgeon whiffy, appears to have been lost or returned to the wrong client. I’m scared to send any more stuff to the laundry. The value of these dressing gowns is infinitesimal… no, sorry, I meant inestimable; Purely for the pain relief they give me from wearing trousers with the tube inserted into Little Inchie, thus causing agony, and . So, when indoors, I do not wear trousers at all, just one of the now sadly gone missing at the laundry dressing gowns. Tomorrow, I must get the trews on again to go to the QMC for the first brain scan. Lift arriving at 12:30hrs – lift home at 15:30hrs. Easy-Link confirmed this on a telephone call today. Bless them. The thought of having no dressing gown to wear when I return is galling. I dare not go around with just a gown on when someone other than Carers is due. I can almost feel the pain from trouser-wearing already. Argh!
There may not be a blog tomorrow – I’ll see how things go, time-wise.
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With no larger night bags available – I came close to having an explosion of urine showering this morning. Talk about overfull!
The ankles were a smidge swollen, and the ankle ulcers were more prominent than they usually are. No pains, though.
After a pot of porridge, onto the computer.
Two photos of rare morning glimpses of the sun. Not good ones, mind.
An absolute pleasure doing some pareidoliaing Especially with these cloud-creatures in view.
In the afternoon, the sky became almost of an oh, so pretty Sepia colouring.
Bootiful!
At last, the urine had cleared on the third emptying. But, on the seventh one… Oh, dearie me!
Silly me got these out of order. These ones are from the waking half-hour when. I wandered around the rooms in the dark taking pictures. Why? No idea! But here they are…
Tatters in the slow cooker.
Suddenly not feeling very well. I’ll pack up now, don’t want to be unprepared for the Brain scan tomorrow.
AMAZING (To me) SUNSET SHOTS Early in the evening, ghost-clouds, Awesome. Back to the brown beauties!. Gone from view sun, the sky goes back to blue? Nightie-night! What a series of changes in colour. Never seen this before.
came again. No signs of the laundry being found. This could be costly; three dressing gowns, a bath towel, woolly hats, the Carers’ chair throw, and likely more stuff that went into the bag and will have to be replaced. That is if I don’t mysteriously find the bag hidden somewhere… and if they cannot be located, of course. There is always a chance they may come across them. I kept thinking maybe there were not taken and searching the room… repeatedly; but I never found the bag. I’ve had to order some more dressing gowns, but can’t get them delivered before next week, cost me well over £100 quid. Not much goes right for me… You might have noticed? Huh!
No meal tonight as such. Had a pot noodle, made and added some gravy, and dunked a bread roll in it. Nice!
Got my head down. Nodded off pretty quickly, and it felt as if I had a dream that went on all night. I didn’t wake up once! But the dream, that was of my journeying on a bus somewhere, and it kept getting lost… things seem to be in the 1950s, a conductress in the Bristol Lodekka bus.
Not much gen today. It’s been another in-and-out-of-it day, up and down, and I fell asleep on the computer chair. Carer Carolynne, or Sam, or… came in and woke me, saying I? was slowly slipping floorwards… Hehe!
A smidge of bloody urine in the well-filled bag this morning.
Emptied the bag and bucket, washed and disinfected. Got the waste bags sorted. And called to the Porcelain Throne. Messy! Got the ablutions done, many cuts shaving, but nothing serious. Then… back on the Throne for the second session. Cleaned the floor.
Checked on the lack of food in the fridge. Hope the new bank card arrives soon… then I’ve got to get the details changed on all the sites… Oh, dear. Off to get the ablutions done. No showering; it is too early to disturb folks with the noise of the drain and pump. Had a stand-up job. But it still took me over two hours to finish everything, including Throne visits three and four. (Yes!) Snf that was without doing the teeth (I forgot, Humph!) And didn’t medicate Little Inchies Fungal Lesion, Harold’s Haemorrhoids or even put the eye drops in! I did the olive oil in both ear holes.
Had a mock clean-up in the kitchen. Then, much to my surprise, the Ocado delivery arrived. This was because Ocado takes your money as you ordered (before the card was cancelled) and then compensates you for any shortages within the next five working days, as I understand it.
The good news was that they had sent some Apache potatoes, and bread, lots of bread. I had a job to get it all in the freezer. I pondered on having a can of the minted pea soup with some potatoes this evening. Then realised it was afternoon already. Had I had another Mind-Blank?
Late afternoon, the first snow of the year descended. I tried to get some shots in, despite it being so dark already, with the hopes of catching some snow in them.
Got a few flakes in this one… And this one… And again… Not sure about this wider snap… The snow had stopped by the time I took this one. Carer Kara was here, and as she left, she handed me two letters that had been posted. One was the… The British Gas electricity bill… for £453!
Got some tomatoes seasoned to have some sausages with later. The peas & potatoes had lost favour!
No more snow, but looking glum.
Computer blogging and mistake making.
Oh, not so clear again.
Nosh-Time! (00:45hrs)
Vegan Sausages… And they were Grrreat! Added the links to the tomatoes. Which were seasoned with sea salt, vinegar, basil, and some imitation soy bacon bits too! Sourdough bread to dunk in the tomatoes and dribbled all down the dressing gown. Finding its way between my legs vis the chest and mould of the stomach and onto poor Little Inchies Fungal Lesion. Not only that, but it got onto the tubing and other bits of So sleep was further delayed due to the need to clean up
myself, the chair and change clothes. During this, I managed to misplace my hearing aids. With , and all getting worse, there is no chance of reading the subtitles! So, no watching football on the telly. It took me until about 03:30 hours, but I eventually found the hearing aids. They had fallen and ended up underneath the 1963 Hopewells E-plan cabinet with the doors falling off.
I got the picker-upperer but had to get down on my knees. Why? Because right at the back against the wall, I spotted my missing wind-up torch… three various tablets… the missing ultra-black-ink pen, a letter from British Gas telling me I must update my cash card details,
Getting back up… Hah!
I got settled, took some painkillers, swore a bit and off in a search of around 04:40hrs!
I think I spent more time today out of it – than in? Problems with the bank (unsorted), WordPress (ongoing), CorelDraw (a night & daymare), Catheter Kathleen’s Accoutrements (Sorted by Carer Carole-Anne), the start of Trotsky Terence and the lurgy; a combined, concerted attack that was still in full flow this morning. (Wednesday). Multitudinous Memory Blanks and many periods for which I have not yet made a name to use for it. It’s hard to explain as well. But I’ll try;
❶: Over perhaps a four-hour period, during which two carers called, and several times I forgot what they had just said and what I was saying and going to say in reply. ❷: My mood went from euphoria to depression within seconds and kept alternating for a few minutes? (This has happened a couple of times over this last week, and this is the second session of it this week? ❸: The mind blanks and freezes can last for seconds or hours?. ❹: Sometimes I am so positive about something – certain, sure… Until five minutes, or hours, days later, and the doubts, dithering and then the oscillating begins. ❺: Questioning my own decisions. Loathing my actions sometimes… Momentarily engulfing bigger problems I have… ❻: Then, any stage or condition of mind may take over(worryingly). This can vary from a ‘Sod-Em-all’, ‘Why bother?’, ‘No one is bothered’, to a newish standard for me. ‘What can I say?’ ‘What can I do?… ❼: Which always turns into a self-loathing mode, frustration, or a hated, pathetic, dreaded Dracula-Depression.
If the end is really, nigh… Why should I wonder why? My depression I’d like to transmogrify… My brain & logic, to reunify, Or would it be best to just die? My moustache, with indigo dye? Either way, would there be an outcry? Or, take some CBD or eat some nautili? I asked for help, do I get a reply? I’m losing it quicker as time goes by… No good luck, fortune or stimuli! Sleep: I’m not getting much shuteye, Failures, bad luck; no shortage have I! Should I eat Spinach, like Popeye? But no, in vitamin K it’s too high! Banned for me, like sprouts & broccoli… Cabbage, grapefruit, at least I know why, What can I do: Whatever I try… But I’ll not let myself sink, mope or cry… What to have to eat? (I give a sigh!) Worrying, my weight’s getting so high! Apache potatoes, & a lemon cream pie? My gluttony, I cannot rectify, The Catheter hangs down painfully from my thigh, Although, what the heck does that signify? We’ll never know… bye-bye.
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – Photos of the day with the odd bit of comment.
Crisp-coloured day pouch.
Not the foggiest idea now; why I took this one?
Nor this one, but there may have been a witty idea drifting about that I could use... but it escaped!
Aha! The Ocado order arrived. Marmite! Fullish cupboard? Been after trying this for ages. Spring Water stockpile? Apache potatoes. Good looking and tasting, too!
A smidge bloodier?
Afternoon clouds. Very nice… Absolutely gorgeous close-up! Do you see a duck’s or snake’s head?
Later… Could be from another planet. These three had another sun showing up on the photo? Or did they?
Sunset starting…
Reflection… or whatever you call it…
Dang it, I had to visit the Porcelain Throne Thus the flow started… nine more visits before midnight!. ARGH!
The last views of the Sundown…
Fare Thee Well!
I think Carers Choe, Anne=Mrie, Sam and erm... er… Charly did for me today. So many blanks in the memory.
Can life really be so confusing? Baffling, grinding and bemusing? Painful at times, but what the hell… It’d Doreen Dementia I’ve got to quell… The brain is ever battered and bruising, But how to extinguish her? Nobody can tell? – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
Blood in the night pouch.
I tried so hard to make these photos clear. But, no!
Straight down on the bottom field.
To the right, a smidgeon…
To the left, a little smidgeon.
Then into the maze of houses opposite.
Oh, good colour this time on emptying.
I got an email telling me that the Amazon order had been delivered!
My two boxes & other deliveries for 3 other flats in the block, Consisting of six packages, were left in the ground floor lobby. I got my dressing gown on, emptied the part full day bag, grabbed the 3-wheeler walker trolley, and set off down to the lobby. When I saw the stack of parcels on the table, my heart sank. This is the second time this week that items have been left to be stolen from the lobby area. Last time, I was not in good health, and two ladies helped me up to the flat with the items. This time, I was in better Physical Health. Not necessarily mental health. If I recall, the flats’ destinations were the 4th, 9th and 11th floors.
I got up to the first flat, and no one was in. So I left the parcel near the front door of the apartment. Then up in the elevator to the 4th floor and handed the man his parcels. Up to the 11th, and gave the lady her parcel, then I made my way back to my flat, got inside and hate kettle on…
But… –
As you can see above, I started to open my parcels and took out the contents of the split one… Ladies thingies! I got the spy-glass and realised it was for the lady on the 11th floor – I’d misread the label.
I grabbed Wally the 3-Wheeled Walker, exited the flat, and got back down to the 11th floor and apologised for opening it, and handed it to the lady. Who was alright about it.
Back to the flat, and opened what was my delivery. Tsk!
Food seasonings! Which were used later in the making of, well, potato & veg soup, I suppose. Then, I tried to catch the end of a film #I was watching when Amazon emailed me to lie about the delivery being done.
A proper good enjoyable oldie it was too. Peter (overacting) Cushion, Doug McClure – pure take-yourself-out-of-yourself stuff! At The Earths Core 1978: Terrible acting, scenery, and special effects… I Love IT! Shame that the DVD does not have any subtitles. Else I’d have bought a copy. Brilliant entertainment. Go with it to enjoy it! Anyway, thanks to Amazon, I missed it!
I also missed the sunsetting. Humph! Still, I took these later on… of the dank dark night…
I got the veg soup seasoned, simmered and served up.
Flavour rating: 9.2/10.
Emptied the day pouch in readiness for the night pouch to be fitted. But it wasn’t… I forgot all about it.
I woke and had to force myself not to nod off again. The ablutionisationing just had to be done early today. So as to try and get the Sunday blog finished and get through the marathon shower[shaving and shi…, erm Porcelain Throne Sessioning done. get dressed and all the paperwork etc., ready for the trip to the hospital done in time. A challenge? Yes! But for a man of my calibre, brave, sophisticated, on the point of being heroic. Such a challenge is welcome. Yes, a two-hour-plus struggle, yet I relish such things. Indeed, I crave them! Please bear in mind I have not yet taken my medications.
On fumbling my way free of the clutches and crumb-containing 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…
Signs of much nocturnal nibbling having taken place were found on and around the waste bin at the side of the chair. Ahem!
I tackled the night bag detached.
A smidge dark, traces of some blood in there?
The bag was filling up quickly, but it looked a slightly better colour. I was planning to shower, so I thought I’d get rid of some urine in case it came on again while I was in the shower.
The teggies were done, and I got my feet in the bowl on the floor soaking in Dettol and was about to start shaving… the was suddenly needed. So it was to be – But what a messy affair! Of course, by the time I’d cleaned things up, the water in the bowl had gone cold. No problem, I’ll empty it down the WC and refill it… Did I say No Problem? I dropped the bowl. Had to clean things up again, but I was undaunted. Little did I know what dropsies lay in wait for me later in the day, as well! I got the shaving done with only three little cuts, I reached up to close the shower curtain…
I felt a little discomfort in the armpit… I got the camera to try and get a photo of it… A right red mark in there, and all the hairs had disappeared???
Was dried off with paper towels.
All looked well with the contraption.
I got things medicated, dropping the ear-holes olive oil and spilling much of it on the floor. Got dressed and off to the kitchen to get the kettle on. I knocked the saucepan off of the stove top when I dropped the milk bottle… I have to report that; There’s more to come later… Tsk!
I took a reasonably decent photo of the blue morning view.
arrived. Got the medications done, but he did not look very well. I felt guilty asking him to help in putting my socks on. Poor lad looked proper poor;y to me. Fingers crossed for him. He a grand chap.
I got the paperwork checked, including the times of the lift. Got myself downstairs to wait for the Easy-Lift minibus. Jenny was down there sorting some of her charity work to be collected, bless her cotton socks. Lovely to see her. The van arrived, and the lady got me to the hospital with no bother. Thank you. I’d not taken the camera with me, cause it’s bigger than the new ones and would be awkward to use and keep safe. I got these two photos from the web when I got home.
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I got inside and joined the queue for the receptionist. A nice lady greeted me, and I gave her the paperwork, which she checked, and told me someone e would be down to see me shortly. I thanked her and moved into a seat as instructed. Remembered that I’d not got my mask on (Covid), so got it on post-haste. After a minute or two, Mr Mann came to me, checked m name and commanded (I’m not joking), to follow him, which was not easy as he’d got a good rate of speed on him. Into his office, sat down, and I was out and going back to the reception in… I’d estimate five minutes max. He got annoyed when I could not hear what he was saying. But he only asked me three questions anyway. I think they were; how long have you had the catheter on? 8-9 weeks! Have you had a bladder scan? Yes! He asked a third question that I had to guess. Then he said; That’s it then; we’ll see how you go when they take it off. You’ll not see me again! Very nice! Back to the reception area to await the lift home. It was due in about an hour or so. I got the pen and crossword book out and gave it a go for gouty minutes or so. It was hard work reading the clues, but I enjoyed it. Even if I didn’t get many answers, it kept my brain going.
I got the pains in Little Inchie, and I knew that the catheter bag must be full and filling the tube with nowhere to go. I couldn’t check it, because it would mean taking off my trousers. I thought I’d join the queue again to ask if it was possible for me to use the WC to empty the bag. But the kind lady who greeted me came over to me and asked if I was waiting for a lift or do I want her to call anyone. Kind! I explained my unfortunate condition, and she got two… I say two nurses who took me to the closet and emptied the pouch ♥! Not only that, but as I was about to go with them, the Easy Link minibus arrived. The kind lady said you get your bag seen to; I’ll tell the diver what’s happening. She made me feel important. Unlike the Doctor, who knew I was an NHS imposter and had no qualms about looking and talking down to me. The two nurses, by the way, I think, were in the photo from the web. Fourth and sixth from the left. ♥♥♥
The driver, chappie, was patient with me and soon had me back at the flats. I gave him drinkies from the three-wheeled-walker trolley basket.
I met Carer Carol-Anne in the lift. She sorted the meds for me..
Dropped a mug of tea!
All clean up.
SOD ME! AGAIN!
Peed off now!
Started A pan of vegetable stew. Knocked the knife box off of the ledge when taking photos.
AGAIN! Knocked the box off!!!
Great space-related shots? Hehe!
Later…
Carer Charly.
Time for Food!
Oh, no, it isn’t!
Arrived. Very tired and not looking well at all, poor lad. He got the night pouch attached to the , and he gave me some Peptac. I got him a cold drink of spring water to help cool him down. Richard was sweating and had a croaking voice. I fear he may have to rest and see his doctor soon. Fingers crossed! Hope he can get through the day; bless him.
Time for Food!
It started with a can of cheapo Asda vegetable soup and a can of tomatoes. I seasoned it with some BBQ marinade, sea salt & Oxo cubes. I added some peas and potatoes from the slow cooker. Then cooked some potato cubes in the oven until nice and crispy (the ones that Richard rescued as he arrived), crispy hard on the outside, and added them to the saucepan of vegetable delights. It was a struggle getting it prepared, what with the four-pronged walking stick and carrying the night pouch about with me. I did manage one more , spilt some soup on the kitchen floor while dishing it up.
Not that it bothered me or got me grinding my teeth, cursing venomously, encouraged self-loathing, nearly making me cry, or spitting blood…
Then, the feasting started! Somehow or other, I ate the entire bowlful, and it was a large bowlful. I enjoyed it and even went into the kitchen afterwards to wash the dishes and check if anything had been missed in my previous cleaning up. All went well… apart from I’d left the cold tap running, the hob heat on and dropped and broke the sauce pot washing up. ARGH! An irritated, self-annoyed Inchie could then not get off to sleep… well, not for ages, anyway. Grrr!
Lots of hassle today – what about I cannot say yet. combined with Doreen Dementia’s and Sweet Morpheus’s ploy to ensure my getting very little sleep, a dark depression brought on by the day’s events that I will reveal later on in the week; I am at the lowest point in the contentment stakes that I’m been since, well many a year. Another cut-short thought circumstances beyond my control (I’m getting a lot of these days lately) in detail diary I fear.
According to my notepad, I got up at 04:00hrs, failing to sleep again. After getting the kitchen mopped and making a brew and Carer Richard arrived. Still looking a little under the weather; bless him. I hope he’ll be alright later on. I tried to cheer him up a smidgeon.
Took this shot of the foggy morning…
Stayed misty all day long.
Went to refill the one-litre water bottles from the cheaper 2-litre ones… Whoopsiedangleplop! The cat shot off of the bottles, hit me in the middle of my forehead, and generally soaked me and the floor as ~I dropped it, and it spun around on the floor, liberally distributing two litres of water.
Mopped the floor and put the togs in the laundry bag.
Had a visitor and got all agitated afterwards. On the Computer. Carer Sam arrived to do the checks and medications.
Then four lines of scribbled notes happened, and it said it was 13:30hrs. No idea what I wrote, but @I must have been stressed to write that bad, even for me. Hump!
Seems I took a picture of the Chestnut Way car parking. And somehow missed it?
I went back to the computer to get Sunday’s blog completed. Took the above shot through the sliding windows and balcony ones.
Says here that ~I was feeling drained again. Not sure if that meant tired or I emptied Cathy Catheter’s Pouch.
Remembered that the Blood ~pressure has to be taken four times a day now. I created the graph near the top and put it on here later in the evening when I felt so tired.
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Had a nosey about what to eat, and I ended up with a Sweet & Sour Noodles pot. I’ll not try them again.
Carer Kara came to serve me. Medicines and safety checks. Nice to see her, she doesn’t come very often… well, as I’d like. Hehehe!
I was fighting off falling asleep – Marvellous, innit? Get yer head down, and you can’t sleep, give up, get up, and you try working on the blog, and you’ll fall asleep in the computer chair! Not only that, you knock a bottle of spring water off the shelf, and Back-Pain Brenda kicks off when you bend to retrieve it. Fed-up? Me?
Fed-up, I may have said that already, I went to put the kettle on, and what a moon was showing up in the early night sky – Grrreat
Just look at the two-tone colour of it!
The last two above were taken much laterer. Not so good, are they?
arrived as I was making a pan of stew… of sorts and dishing it out into a bowl. Richard kindly waited for me to finish this before , and gave the medications when the meal was readied. He left me with the tray balanced on my bulbous belly – checked the taps etc., and took the waste bag on his way out. I ate the rather sad as-it-turned-out meal. Got the pots washed, and with the four-pronged walking stick, Metal Mickey in my hands, I went to lock the front door… well, it’s the only external door. Hehe! ,
Back into the second-hand, £300, charity shop bought, crumb-retaining, microorganism-microbe producing, gungy, moth-eaten, beige-coloured, non-working, bacillus encouraging, incommodious, Haemorrhoid Harold testing, c1968 recliner.
