– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – SMUG MODE– – – – – – – – – – – – Inchy’s Carers Health Checks Returns – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – The four-hour leg-ups and then-down again routine, is a little tiring and disconnected, thanks to Who is back to her customary, well-practised habit of installing unwanted, , frequently activating deep-routed moments of .
The day, time, and activities that were being performed; were being lost into the ether, repeatedly, and frustratingly.
A mild dose of blitheness crept in at times.
Traces of the flu vaccine lingering?
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Photographic Prompters…
Morning kitchen window view.
Made a start on blogging catch-up… Within the first half-hour!
Carer Sam, then the Iceland delivery… Bags were taken through to the kitchen. The first bag was emptied, and food was put away. Freezer full! Fridge loaded. None foods & treats. Refilled the Carer, Nurses, & delivery treats. All the bending has set off .
I selected two large potatoes, to be turned
into Baked Cheesy Treats, later on.
Four-Hours-Leg-Up-Time
Four-Hours-Leg-Down-Time Back on the computer, taking a hobble to the wet room…
Got the blog for Friday finished off.
Four-Hours-Leg-Up-Time Four-Hours-Leg-Down-Time
I got the potatoes in the oven baking. Got it back on, and made a start on this blog for a couple of hours’ worth of mistakes & errors to be made.
Had a wash of sorts, no shave!
Got the meal served up. I was pleased with how the potatoes came out! A no-fish fish stick, a bit of the tomato cob, and a mouthful of the tasty, soft, potato… with sea salt & no butter, butter! A Worthy 9.4/10 for flavour!
What a Start This Morning! The Go-Wrongables went wrong again!
It all started the moment I woke up, with agony from the gonads area. Due to the movement of the long night pouch tube that was attached to much unwanted, I must have chaffed away at the gonads as ‘things’ moved for the first time in months! I’ll not go into too much detail, but the dreaming involved things of an amorous nature, with a bit of physical passion thrown in!As I began to launch myself from the depths of 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 believed a glance at the wall clock, that fell off of the wall and now resides next to the squeaky Margaret Thatcher toy, on top of the electric fire, that I can’t afford to use with the cost of electricity; and panicked a little when I saw (Wrongly as it happens) that the clock showed it to be about ten past seven. And the food delivery is coming twixt 07:00 > and 08:00! In my haste to get up, the tube caught on the new air cushion that was delivered for me yesterday. No messing about with jokes at this stage… It was horrendously painful, and I felt sure the blood flowed much more than usual this morning! I fumblingly got the night pouch off ASAP and grabbed for my , and off to the wet room to check on the state of my inguen department in the lower regions. – en route against the door frame. But did not stop, went in and peeled off the bloodied protection pants, and went into an investigative mode to assess the damage. Not much Germolene left; I used most of it on Little Inchies. Then realised I had even less left of the Germoloid ointment! But remembered my taking brave choice, to order a tube of each on today’s Morrison order, and dang, the cost! Taking the wristwatch off, I spotted the real-time! 03:30hrs. All that rushing and pain for nothing. Got the computer on to update yesterday’s blog. The time flew, but I took a break for a brew of Glengettie and the two last biscuits from the jar. No, I didn’t cry! But it was a close call. Hehe! I’d ordered some on the Morrison order, which cheered me up.
Little did I know what wasn’t being delivered and substituted, or I may have cried then! MORRISON MUCK-UP!
The driver was kind enough to put the products into carriers I had saved and took them into the hallway for me. Kind of him; many tip the food out of their trays onto the kitchen floor or in the doorway. Thanks, mate, I appreciated that. I set about emptying the carriers and photographing the various foods, thinking of little witty things to say on the blog. I must have taken about eight decent photographs, starting with the line of carriers in the hallway. Freezer, fridge, and cupboard goods.
Then, as I was putting the things away… I realised how many had been substituted or were not available. Tsk!
No Germolene or Germoloid! ‘Sudcrem’ had been substituted. The two vegetable risotto meals had been swapped for, of all things, Vegetable Lasagne, Horrible stuff! But I didn’t notice it soon enough to send it back. Or I would have. Urrgh! Kara is a vegan; I’ll see if she will have them on her next call. The two Morrisons Acute Diarrhoea Relief Caps (Cost £1.20 each) were substituted with one Morrisons Diarrhoea Relief Instant Tablets. £6! Then, Pukka Cheese Leek & Potato Slices, £1.20, were replaced with Ginsters Cheddar & Onion Slices @ £1.48! Suddenly I remembered why I’d stopped using Morrisons delivery service – too late now. Gits! Can all these things keep happening to me every day? Well, yes!
When Carer Kara arrived, the bleeding from the private quarters had stopped, but not the pains. Tsk! Still no Ramipril Tablets, hence the high Blood Pressure readings for today. Kara checked the day pouch, due to be replaced on Wednesday. She kindly said she’d ring the Doctors or chemist about the tablet situation for me. Fingers crossed! It seems that all medications are in short supply at the moment.
I got around to putting the pictures taken onto the computer, my lovingly, carefully, time-consumingly taken shots throughout the late morning. But not one was on the SD card!
The SD card I’d left in the computer reader slot – AGAIN! , I swore, cursed and lambasted myself as I ground my teeth and wanted to hit myself in the face! What else is going to go wrong? Don’t answer that, please!
Carer Kara arrived. I forced her to take the unwanted Vegetable Lasagne ready meals. It’s that white sauce on the that I don’t like. And I adore the Vegetable Risotto, but the last two times, they have substituted lasagne. Grrr!
Well, there’s no time to make a meal now. I’ve got to get the ablutions tended to… I’ve not started the photos yet; I better get them done first. Then, as instructed, I had to use the chair in the shower, fair enough.
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – Please let my luck get betterer? – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – The night bag colour is looking good. Plenty of it for once, 500 ml!
A rainy morning close to the glass shot. A wider view… But neither was very good. Tsk!
Rubbish bags sorted out.
Popped into the spare room; I did a bit of sorting, but not much. More waste bags to go.
Titivated the nurses, carers, and helpers nibbles.
. Computer issues bamboozled me.
Water Chestnuts Pickled! After getting them into the jar, Kara told me they needed 4 days in the fridge. As instructed, I shook the seasoning in the tub. Sorry, I did now. The lid wasn’t waterproof; vinegar went all over me and the floor to clean up. Fancy that!
The Morrison Farce Arrived. All those lost photos, I took a few more, too late, of course. Fridge close up. Leicester cheese to go in the potatoes later… well, that’s the plan, anyway. Fridge full view. Terribly bad freezer shot… But the bananas came out alright. I’ve eaten two during the day.
Balcony photo of the end car park.
Low puffer clouds, Bootiful!. A Higher in the Sky view.
What were these two supposed to beat me? Although this one could be my finger? Better get on with the ablutions… Oh no… It’s too late… no, I’ll get them done. Back later. He says, full of hope!
I’m back, but much later than planned. Tuesday morning. I’d . Woke and went to check on the cooking and spotted the part moon high in the sky. I took these poor efforts for photographicalisations Got the wobbles, methinks?
Turned on the TV & . The clouds had taken over the view. I took these from the kitchenette window. I forgot to check on the cooking. Tsk!
Gorgeous! What a remarkable change to the scene! Bootiful!
Got the meal served up. Instant mash with Leicester cheese and sea salt added! Vegan sausages, chestnuts, red & yellow tomatoes, salted, and mushrooms were over-seasoned and overcooked! And a banana. Shame! Carer Benjamin arrived as I was serving up the meal. He kindly put it into the microwave to keep it warm for me. But I ate most of it; I just had to leave some of the mushrooms. Flavour-Rating: 8.1/10! Got the pots washed and…
Slept for a couple of hours before the usual jumping awake with a jolt. Which, unfortunately, tugged at the tube from deep within Little Inchie, causing to bleed a bit. (It also made me wince and curse a little, but no matter.) Off to the wet room, carrying & the , to clean and medicate things in the lower regions.Washed and got new PPs on. I forgot about the instructions to sit down to get dressed. I used Protection Pants for the first time to see how with them. They are much thinner than the others, and the actual pads seem smaller in ratio. But we were comfortable enough after the gruelling battle to get them on! Hehehe!
All medicated and cleaned up, I hobbled into the kitchenette to ensure no taps (faucets) or stove had been left on, and the fridge & freezer doors were shut! Which was when I spotted the orange moon high in the dark sky. I decided to take a photograph of it… But it came out like this below… Artistic, methinks, even if it was not planned. How the heck I managed to get three copies of The Moon in there is beyond me. I bet WordPress photographer, singer, songwriter, animal lover, novelist and jolly-good-fellow Tim Price in New Mexico would know!
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She said she would try getting some eye pads for me. I told her of the optician coming.
Then I went to clean up the wet room and found a can of lemon cleaner foam to use. It had a price tag on it… 49p. I think I must have bought it in 1980! Hope it doesn’t explode if I use it. Hehehe!
Then a couple of hours searching for the costs of Protection Pants from Asda then Morrisons. As the current stock is getting low now. I got myself confused about the prices and spent ages going back and forth from site to site. But I found some own-label that were cheaper than the others, not men’s, but suitable for both sexes. Morrisons had some of the vegetable risotto on sale, so they got the order. I’m hoping I got it right this time! No more double orders for Inchy! He says with little confidence and a nervous twitch!
PHOTOGRAPHICALISATIONS
Excellent colour in the night pouch!
Waste Bags Gathered.
Taken during the ablutions. The legs are so much better, visually!
Carer Chris this morning. Looking broody? Hehehe!
The age-old Bathroom Foam spray!
Puffer clouds getting thicker now.
The glasses from which the optician chose a frame that should be capable of new lens fitted.The gentleman also said he’d return this afternoon with the done glasses shortly.
Clouds getting thicker still.
A bit of a mini-mudslide, I don’t recall it raining?
Ah, thicker than ever now, but beautiful!
The optician man returned with the new varifocals. They were in a very frame that he had chosen earlier. They may take me some getting used to.But that is not surprising after nearly three years since the last pair was issued. Naturally, with the Blepharitis in both eyes and the left eye due to being cataracted on the 31st of August, might not get done unless the infection has cleared up!
WORRIED The text message I got Friday evening about something medical being delivered on Monday, has got me worried. The Social Service lady who called on me said she would see Meridian about me getting a hospital bed and also ordered a special cushion for the recliner, that avoids bedsores. But the email gave me no time to contact Meridian to ask for help or find out what the plan was. Weekend arrangements yet again! So, come Monday, I’ll not know if the cushion or bed is arriving until they do, on Monday. Three days’ notice, proved to be one day’s notice; cause Meridian will not know about it until the day it arrives and will not have time to sort out any help withmoving the things around in the room to make space for the bedto go in. I’m gonna get the blame methinks for not informing them in time. But had no choice in the matter. Maybe they contacted them to let them know? But again, no management would be in the office at the weekends… I’m getting anxious now.
I made some baked potatoes for Nosh. Well buttered with the tasty none-butter butter, and sea salt, with some mini-tomatoes, and a strawberry dessert. Tasty, even with just spuds! Rating: 7.8/10.
Later Photos Taken First one. An hour or so later… The last one.
POLITICAL CARTOON – Naughty! – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – The spelling mistake was on purpose – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – Well, the visit to the produced some action this morning. Fair enough, it was phooey, sticky, falling apart on hitting the water, khaki-coloured mini-torpedoes that evacuated with ease and no pain. Yet somehow produced a little blood to decorate the WC and my bum and legs. Unfortunately I my toe on the floor cabinet corner when I bent down to clean the blood from the WC. No bother, of course, not for the hero of my sturdy, manly-pain-bearing capabilities. No arghs, cursing or swearing, spitting, growling or self-pity. Well, just maybe the odd cringe and wince. Hehe! Carer Jo-Anne called the opticians for me to clarify what they rang me about last weekend. It seems my spectacles are ready to collect, and I have to fetch them to see how I go with them, and then they can do a reading pair. From what I recall, the left lens will be apparent, ready to be swapped when, or if, the left Cataract ever gets done. I’ve no idea if this first pair will be distance or a reading lens fitted. If the Blepharitis is not cleared when I get to the hospital for the left eye cataracts to be done, I’ll be refused and go back to the start of the waiting list again. As it took me over two years to get the right eye done, you can understand how apprehensive I am. Then surprise, surprise, and a Great one too! Nurse Hristina turned up to take my blood today, not Wednesday! The INR level is still worrying them. Far too high!I got the new dosage sheet Yesterday. Far too high. – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
Night Pouch removed
The legs and ankles were much better this morning!
Trotsky was in charge again!
Taken through the balcony doors and window. Drizzling.
Washed the plates, great!
GOT CARRIED AWAYDoing the day’s blog, I came across a notepad page that was only partly completed; let me spend, wait for it… over 6 hours doing the ode page words! And it’s not finished yet! I simply plodded on uncaringly until the Carer arrived… Tsk!
Got on to CorelDraw. The flipping day’s nearly done. Still, I did stop to take some sky photos occasionally.
Photos were taken while Carer Benjamin was here. Caught Benjamin taking a selfie on the balcony. Hehe!
As of 15@45hrs…
Here are the sky photos in the order they were taken. The first one. Above and below from the balcony. Getting darker earlier now. Looking almost scary now… Still Bootiful, though!
Time to get the nosh sorted out… well, it’s well gone the usual time. If I get a crack one, just knuckle and potatoes, methinks, saving some time. That’s a rarity. No, a sudden change of mind hit me.I had battered balls, bread and peas; that’ll do me. Wonder if I’ve got any crispy onions left in the cupboard? I’ll Soon find out! Nope! So I added some to my Asda order for the morning. The nosh was cooked and served. Nothing special, but So-Tasty! Flavour Rating: 8.8/10.
Washed the pots; I took care cause carrying the night pouch and can be a bit hazardous. In fact, using Metal-Mickey, helped me avoid a when I against the radiator as I went to take these two early morning photographs of the view from the kitchenette window. High in the sky… and down to the houses.
Settled into the £300 second-hand shop bought, c1966. Moth-eaten, cringingly-beige-coloured, grotty, bedraggled, dilapidated, crumb-containing for my nocturnal nibblings, bug-ridden, itch-inspiring, not working recliner. In search of . But he was in a stubborn mood, and it took me a couple of hours to nod off. I noted the time, 03:00hrs, when I knocked a bottle of soda water off the ottoman tray. Used the torch to check it had not burst open and saw the big battery clock. It seemed that seconds later, I was in the land of bliss. Ahh!
Testing. Lighter than it was, I used the flash in error
A smidgeon of rain again last night. Judging by the mudslide?
Front car park – made a mess of this one. Blame .
Kitchen window shot to the right. The kitchen window shot to the left.
A later through-the-balcony shot. Mudslide drying up quickly.
CorelDrawing, Odeing, then blogging for four or five hours. Carers called. Nor phone calls, No Texts, no other callers. And… this is true! Guess what went down only three times in well over six hours?
Mug of Thompson Punjana tea… and a pot noodle!
After the midday Carer, Rhamat called; she bought my laundry bag, bless her, as I was about to post the finished blog for yesterday to WP.
Now, time for the dreaded full-service Shave, shower, nasal spraying, teggies, Germolene, Germoloid, Corticoid creaming of , Eye drops, and . Pain Gelling of , , and medicating the tube that is stuck in Little Inchy’s protuberance. (I cringed when I wrote that, you know!) Then when dried off with the towel, that came back from the laundry still damp earlier, Sprinkle some aftershave to stop the inevitable cuts and nicks I’ll get shaving. A splash-over with the Brut, eye-drops… Oh, I may use the as well… it’s overdue! I May Be a While...Hahaha!
I’m back – it didn’t go very well! Certainly not as planned or hoped for. ① I thought I was in need, at long last, of the . I was wrong. I realised this after about 5 minutes of astronomically induced amounts of spurting (the pot noodle?) winds finally ended. I gave up!
② Got the teeth done; results can be seen above after I’d got dressed, 2 hours later, abluted! Haha!
③ Shaving: I dropped the canister of shaving foam, and it (as dropped things usually do for me) bounced off the side of the sink and fell right on the worst toe possible; My!!!
④ Getting into the bowl of water to do my feet medicationalisationing – I got a !
⑤ Into the shower, got the heat right, and dropped the shower gel bottle. I needn’t tell you what it landed on. OUCH!
⑥ My final occurred; I head-butted the shower power box. Getting a tiny little scar for the cut that I accrued. Tsk! I did the medicationalisationing without any further injuries being suffered!
⑥ However, there was a late . Getting the Depend Protection pants on, I had a wobble getting the left leg into them. And against the floor cabinet corner… but remained on my feet!
I had to put the still-damp returned dressing gown on, as it was the only one thick enough to wear, as the weather had suddenly changed. The wind was howling now. It suddenly went dark when Carer Benjamin had been here for five minutes. As he left, I took this snap from the kitchen window. As I opened those mentioned above, I thought I would get blown over, so strong was the wind. Murky?
Later one… As I began preparing the late nosh…
Nosh Sorted! Prettily presented plate of provender…
Simply battered balls and potatoes. No-Butter butter and BBQ sauce, put on each half a potato with a bit of salt and vinegar on the battered No-Fish fish balls. Bootiful! Taste Rating 808/10! Ate it all up, put the empty food tray on the carers table, and fell into a deep sleep! Not for long, though…
Carer Richard arrived to sort me out. Although, at the time, I recall only wanting to get back to my precious, in short-supply sleep. Hehe! A STROKE OF LUCK!(At Last!). Tonight, finally, after a week and two days, of farting about trying to get the Blepharitis Gel tube to work properly… It dawned on my impaired brain what I was doing wrong! How the heck? I didn’t realise it before; it beats me! I’d tried to apply it to the eye pad like you would with a standard toothpaste tube. Then understood I had to press the thingamabob at the top to release the gel. ! Ah, well!
As usual, being woken up again was no longer interested in letting me get back to my much-needed sleep. Humph! I nearly reached a state of stupefaction a few times, but on every occasion this happened, I’d burst awake with jolting, jarring, buffeting, twitch, tremor, juddering, judder! So, I cursed a little and gave up any idea of getting any sleep. And turned on the TV. To find that replay football matches were on the channel. This comforted me; the first of the new seasons’ Premiership League game highlights were showing. The first match was Chelsea v Liverpool. I nodded off into the land of nod in the game’s first minute. Waking up with the regulation shuddering, flapping, and threshing about. Waking as the programme was finishing to realise I’d missed three other matches as they displayed the results as the programme closed Spent what was left of the morning failing to get to sleep. At least the darned left me alone.
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Night pouch emptied
My right leg is not any better. A reversal in evacuation mode back to…
Health Check Returns
The mudslide begins.
The Agony!
Third attempt on the Throne with the unneeded time killer.
Midday view
Under the cabinet?
ASDA ORDER ARRIVED As Carer Kara was sorting me out, the driver kindly dumped the delivery loose onto the kitchen floor for me. This is going to be fun, all that bending.
Kara sorted me out and departed.
I struggled on, with the ever going down
This makes it the third blackout
Farcically frustrating! Can’t get any help in ringing up Virgin, to help sort it out. Not good for me to do it, with auto messages and operators I cannot understand, and who cannot understand me.
Involved in the black-out from. for so long, it must have been four hours later when I realised that I’d not moved the food from the kitchen floor! Aargh! So I made a start, a painful; start every time I had to bend.
The frozen chips had started to melt. The ready-prepped spuds.
Cheapo batteries, Curls and baking soda.
The fridge & freezer were well-filled.Freezer mostly with bread products.
I checked on the day’s outages reported. Then…
🎵And the heavens poured🎵
But only for ten minutes then it came back on… For one minute…
The rain stopped
The Internet returned but was very slow. I went to make a brew Glengettie. . Against the corner of the cabinet… . And clouted the right leg’s wound and ulcer! Naturally, I was blithe & cool over the incident.
I went onto the balcony waiting for the Liberty-Global Virgin Media Internet to return. Took a picture of the returning rain-covered scene, of some flats balcony and the car park.
Back online again. Made a WP ~Prompt reply.Once again took a soggy, spluttery visit to the Porcelain Throne.
Made a meal. (Realised in the morning that I had forgotten to put the SD card back in the Kodak) Took a photo of it.
The rain returned.
Back on three minutes later. Started to post the Prompt blog… Back on eight minutes later… Shame! Had to do a complete restart on the computer and Virgin box, but got it back on within 40 minutes. I posted the blog and was sending an email… I waited for half an hour, but it wasn’t keen on coming back online again… I turned everything off, losing the email, CorelDraw work and this blog updates.
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£958 has gone from my bank account. Despite Kara, and Carolynne, trying to get me back onto the online account and arrange paper statements, things remain the same. Chris went with me bank meeting and did most of the talking for me, but still no progress.
Then the eye drop medications arrived, but I don’t know if they should both go in on the same day for 8 weeks or one of 4, then the other for 4 weeks? I tried to contact the Surgery, but it was multiple choice options, and I never got through to a human. This morning’s carer said she’d try to help, but it will take time. I am a little nervous about what to do about this. If anyone has the time, I’ll ask if they can call the EENT for me, so I can relax the tension I’m feeling about it, Puddled seems a suitable word to use.
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I got a good three hours sleep in. Waking without any jumps or jerks around 07:00hrs. Took off the night pouch, and needed the Porcelain Throne almost straight away. So, off to the wet room. Not so messy this morning; also, Back-Pain Brenda didn’t play up so much as I hauled the water to the waited 3-months-for NCH maintenance crew to get the water tank filling and the cold water tap to run again, for me. I thought I take snaps of the ankle and feet. Although the first one on the right here was interfered with because they were in a bit of a mess again this morning. Shaking Shaun and Shuddering Shoulder Shirley were competing for the title of worst current ailment. Hehehe! Took another one. They didn’t look too bad in the photograph; it could be my eyes were playing me up. They are definitely worse than last week. Tried to get a close-up when I got back in the main room. They still looked calmer on the picture and screen than direct from my eyes. I also noticed how cold the bottom of the feet was… they’ll be a reason for this, mark my words. No idea what!
Got the waste bags sorted, and a new one started in the kitchenette. I got onto the computer to get the snaps uploaded and doctored if needed. Then made a start on finishing the Wednesday blog off. As I began, chimed out, and Carer Richard came in. Had a bit of a mind-blank here. I remember greeting him, vaguely talking about the new eye drops, and saying cheerio to the lad, but in between was and is a mystery. Getting a lot of these lately. Why, I ask? No answer, of course, nobody else here. Well, fancy that, and pickled walnuts for supper… WHAT A SURPRISE! ? The right eye was beginning to itch a lot, as it did yesterday, but there were the odd few minutes when it stopped, but it always started again. The wee-weeing from the catheter was not very strong, so I upped drinking the soda water to encourage it a bit.
I went for the daily mug of tea while waiting for the oligarchical $26 million a year salaried Mike Fries company of number-crunchers to try to get the signal back on their pathetically run company they spent billions of $’s buying, only to destroy its reputation… there has to be some ulterior motive in this, which I don’t know. But rest assured, it will be financially advantageous, if dubious.
Carer Kara arrived. She was in a hurry but gave me a minute to explain about the worry over the eye drops, bless her. Said she’d try to get something sorted, but it takes a long time; thank you, Kara. ♥
, I got a text message from the bank. There has been over £900 taken to pay for something. This worries me a lot. Was it the electricity bill?
Window cleaner Joe arrived next. Done in no time, gave him my last tenner.
And then, as I was hobbling to get another bottle of water…! As ! I crawled back into the other room to use the c1966. charity shop bought, second-hand, wincingly grotty, beige coloured, not working, crumb-covered from the nocturnal nibblings, itch-making, uncomfortable, virus breeding, easy-to-fall-out-of, recliner as leverage to get back up on my feet again… , I had a good against the swivel chair’s legs. After a few mild curses were uttered… well, not mild really; I misjudged the distance the bottle of water was away from me, down it went. watering my beet and the carpet! Expletives ensued, many of them. The feet had taken a battering with the stubbing and struggling back up. Now unintentionally doused with soda water. One hell of a job to get them cleaned and dried off.I checked on the water papules on both legs; all were dry this time, with not a leak in sight. The intercom rang; it was the new medication drops arriving. The NHS man handed them to me, and as I was closing the door – I have a sense, feeling, that I don’t need to tell you this, and you have guessed? Yes… another ! I took an extra painkiller later. Now I am really confused! Got the medications out of the bag, and was puzzled and flummoxed to see two more droppers of the one I’d been using. I thought They said I was getting two new types. This brought into question; Did Did I mishear when they said two weeks of one, then two weeks of the other? Should I be putting them both in one eye for just two weeks, or a month? I mentioned my problems to the evening Carer, with hopes of getting some advice or help with the problems, that are important to me, futilely. I’m stone baffled.
The instructions, Kara saw that the dosages were now 4 times a day for the Maxitrol, and 3 times a day for a month for the Optha drops. (2×80 doses). I can’t see to read them, though; problem upon problem adding up all the time now. I fear my spirits are getting dampened. All of the difficulties not being tackled are adding up.
I have not got the resources, skills, or capabilities to solve anything nowadays. Depression is gathering momentum, and no one cares or can help. It’s enough to make one think of giving in. Not that anyone is interested any more… I’m getting less interested and frustrated too. And, there is always a problem, new problems every day. Not to mention I want to know why it is hot and humid today, but the soles, toes, and ends of my feet are so flipping cold! Hehehe! Got to try and see the funny side, or have you?
I made a graph to use for the drops, that is, if they are for the same eye and both need to be used. I’ll try to ring them again in the morning; if I can find the number.If I can hear what they say, and do not get it wrong or forget what they tell me. It would be unquestionably best if I could get someone to do it for me. I bet that Kara may have already rang them for me by tomorrow. Bless her cotton socks. Then I need help with bank issues, that have to be sorted. They have Kara as my legalised communicator, so no one else will be listened to. I mentioned this to Chris, who went with me to the bank the other Thursday, tonight, and he confirmed that is what the bank man had said.
Yes, them obliarchalistical money manipulators don’t help me find any peace, either, do they? They seem to me, to be a number-crunching, hoodwinking Artful-Dodger type, flimflam and hokum, legerdemain, prestidigitation, experts. Possibly world leaders in chicanery and doublespeak. Jealousy, of course!
Back in the morning… hopefully!
Took these shots while in the kitchen. To the left, and to the right.
These mystery snaps, I’ve no idea about. Can you help me?
The bottom of my feet are still really cold to the touch. But the inflammation is going down on the ankles.
Turning off now, going to make a meal. I fancy some spuds, garden peas and the last of the mini-vegan sausages. So, that’s what I’ll have. But I didn’t. I had a tin of Chunky Winter Vegetables, added the soy sausages, a dollop of beetroot Borscht, some garden peas, and some small potatoes. Oh, and a drop of liquid smoke. Got it prepped and cooked, served up, and as I was taking it into the other room…
Carer got the night pouch on, and, after a little Inchie moaning about the bank and eyedrops confusion, left me to the meal.
It was fantastic! Flavour Rating 802/10!
Sweet Morpheus was reluctant again. I couldn’t get to… oh, what’s the word? SLEEP, that’s it. Such a rarity nowadays!
A Day with a Difference Well, several! The usual confusion and misunderstandings were rife – as expected. But today, there was an almost carefree attitude… a feeling of whatever I do, it ain’t gonna go right, so why bother? So, for an hour or so, I didn’t have that cloud of clumsiness and depression lingering over me. Naturally, as is almost guaranteed, (it is, of course), Mr Fries’s mob at Liberty-Global Virgin Media, assured me of spitting blood, and hatred-urging, loathing and cursing at their incapabilities to get internet service to me. When I got home from the bank, I rushed and got back onto the blog catching up. Four hours later (now), I have just got it back on again, after SIX sickening service severances, that cost me time, as with no Liberty-Global Virgin signal, I could not save any of the work I’d done and had to do it all again.
Malignance, dislike, execration, and revulsion flowed from my brain, and loins, for the Liberty-Global, and its smoke & mirrors, money-manipulating, camouflaged-dealings, mere façade, ulterior-motivated $24m salaried Mr Fries. And a spot or two of jealousy, of course. I wish him no harm, heart attack, being assassinated, poisoned, ran over with a steam roller, or electrocuted (preferably in an electric chair), nor any undeserving ill-will. He’s got the Liberty-Global oligarchs financially contaminated with Vodafone, Three, BT & EE as well. Plus, Dutch, German and French internet companies. Hence my mentioning an ulterior motive that must be in his plans? The only benefit for me is when the end of the world comes, forecast for November 3rd this year, he will be sick to death at the thought of his billions being unable to go with him to heaven. (Or possibly Hell) Where I, will not be sorry at all after the misery, pain and money Liberty-Global have cost me. I hope to see him at St Peters’s gate – I will larf! Just a few random thoughts on the subject!
06:00hrs: Woke, Struggled, but took the night pouch off of tackle. The colour of the urine was very pleasing and light, within the NHS colour charts ‘Healthy Wee’ scale chart! The mind engaged early today. And I sat there pondering on the timing of the appointment at the bank, had I arranged a lift? Worked out the timing, passed some wind and acknowledged that the was needed… but not urgently, so considered the things I needed to take with me to the bank. Then realised I needed a good scrub-up and shave, freshening and certain delicate areas were in need of some medicationalisationing. So, I escaped the confines of the c1966. charity shop bought, second-hand, wincingly grotty, beige coloured, not working, crumb-covered from the nocturnal nibblings, grotty-looking, rickety, itch-making, uncomfortable, virus-breeding, acne-giving, Harold’s Haemorrhoid-testing, non-operational, easy-to-fall-out-of, recliner, and whistling merrily , waltzed off to get the tended to. Other than a few extra nicks shaving, and, I’m afraid, , things went very well, with the ablutioning! But not so, with the struggle on the . was in charge for the third day. Firmly, solidly and damned painfully! I spent an awfully long time trying to urge things along but ended up just sitting there awaiting things to start off… The two evenly sized bloodied torpedoes, when they did nudge their way out, double-plonked into the WC, and I felt the splashes hit my bottom. Huh! I’d just cleaned that as well! Hehehe! So I cleaned things up again and then feared the trek into the kitchen to get four buckets of water to use, as Nottingham City Homes maintenance does not consider it an emergency, and will not arrive to mend it until 7th July, 3 months after it was first reported. Yet, fetching and carrying the water to the W.C. tank didn’t seem to upset anywhere near as usual. Naturally, I expect to pay for this in some other way later. And I did! The IV bruise on the back of the right hand had faded a lot. Drying my back with the towel I hit that hand against the sink, I hardly felt it at all.
I got the PPs & trousers on without much hassle. Carer Kara came. And kindly spent a minute or two checking that I’d got things in hand for the bank visit. Bless her!
After she departed, I got the paperwork, and notes written for me in the bag in the 3-wheeled-walker. I was hoping that Carer Chris would arrive at the flat to help me with the shoes, but he didn’t show. I assume he’ll meet me in the lobby. Pleased to see I still had a good stock of soda water and spring water. I’m drinking a minimum of 3 bottles a day now. Gathered the things, ready in the trolley in the hallway, then checked on the stove and taps to make sure I’d turned them all off – which I had. Another .
Got down in the lobby to await Carer Chris and The EasyLink lift. The EasyLink lift was due at 14:00hrs. Chris arrived at 14:05hrs, and the lift at 14:15hrs. I could not close the velcro on the shoes, and they were uncomfortable, not to mention a little dangerous for tripping; so I asked Chris to do them up for me straight away. Which he did.
We mounted the EasyLink bus. Two other people on board to be dropped of en route, no problem, we had plenty of time. Although I got a smidge, I’ll say uncomfortable in the area. I enjoyed the trip, actually, despite the pain from a now angry . My how the City Centre has changed since my last outing there. Amazing how quickly new flats have been built for the students. I wonder if they get plumbers that take 12 weeks and are in agony? Hahaha!
We arrived at the bank, but it didn’t look like a bank. No cashiers at all? The few staff I saw all looked mega-depressed to me. The meeting was weird to me. I think that my having a mini while in the room, convinced the banker that I was a wanker, and all following communications were between Carer Chris and the man. Couldn’t hear a word of what was being said. As far as I know, or understand; they are going to send me paper statements. I have to ask Carer Kara to go to or phone the bank? I hope Carer Chris got it all down. ‘s Performance left me a little unsteady, but I’ve had a lot worse. When we left we had a good while to wait for the lift home. So we went into the M&S food store, I was convinced they would have some Borscht on sale. But, no!
Back to Davies Road to the pick-up point. A long wait. During this, I took a photo of Carer Chris. A good-looking, tall, young lad. Makes you sick! Har-har!
He took the camera to take a comparison photo of both hands. As you can see, the IV-bruised right hand is markedly different to the left. It’s healed now; no pain.
He then took a photo of yours truly. I said; I don’t look 98 years old, do I?. He replied… ‘Oh Yes!’ Hahaha!.
It seemed an age before the lift arrived. But, it was sunny and warm. When it did arrive, we were soon on the way… Picking up two chaps en route, and dropping them off en route. Not sure what time we got back. I really must get around to buying some watch batteries ASAP!
Chris scuttled off back to his local duties, and I got back in the flat and hastily emptied pouch. Just in time, Phew!
Got on the computer to start this blog. (12 hours ago now) within minutes; A-Bloody-Gain! This lasted for around about fifteen minutes
Ten minutes after it had restarted. It went off yet again! I lost some of the photos I’d taken from the SD card, so, when it did start, about ten minutes later, the work had been saved. Once again, I had to repeat tasks I’d already done, which cost even more time! This time it seemed to be working a little slower, though. I was pressing on… after another ten minutes… Down it went! Along with my enthusiasm. My hatred of Liberty-Global, Fries, and Virgin Media, did not go down; it grew!
I had to do another close-down without being able to save the work done. All turned off, then unplugged Liberty-Globals router box, or whatever it’s called, unplug it, give it a few minutes, then, I replugged it, press the box reset button, and waited and prayed… In between cursing Liberty-Global, Fries and Virgin Media, I emptied pouch again…
Carer Chris arrived, I asked him to confirm the decisions that were made at the meeting. I’m not sure what he said; what’s going on here? Am I going bonkers?
Aha, a mistake, an error surely… no, it’s right; Liberty-Global Virgin Media was back online! I try to rush to get things done before it went down again. Five minutes later… Came back on its own this time.I’m worried about Liberty-Global’s boss, Fries. Coming back on, on its own? He may have a heart attack. Though I suspect he had nothing to do with the running of the business, how it runs, how bad it is, etc.
Yes, 20 minutes later, it was back to the normal shitty Liberty-Global Virgin rubbish again!I’m running out of expletives for this company and boss. It was back on again 18 minutes later. And stayed on for over two hours! Honestly!
Carer Chris did his last call, adding the night pouch to . I forgot to ask, and he forgot to put some of the Phorpain Gel on my rear end to counter the pain from ever-present I was getting so tired, weary and frustrated. But continued with this blog. I stopped to put some gel on my back; not easy; it probably causes as much pain as it relieves with my stretching to reach the affected area. I took this rather nice photograph of the evening scene. Amazing how it shows up with a brown hue. Cause to my eyes, it looked blue? But it’s still a lovely view. Well, fancy that! Still, I wouldn’t give up. . Uneducated. A smidge on the thick side physically as well as mentally. Ten minutes or so later, it returned… Note I do not say; Ten minutes or so later Liberty-Global Virgin Media and Fries got a signal to Nottingham… I said that wrong and lost the effect of my sarcasm there – I’m so tired. 04:30hrs now. Took this snap of the early morning view. Not a good one, but what can I do? I decided to get my head down, won’t be for long; the Carer will be shortly due! A superior effort this one was. Getting done to reach the wounded digit, wipe and cream, then gauze on it; was probably as painful as the initial toe stub was! Still, yer can’t win ’em all!
For sanity, another blow, How does Inchie do it, though? It’s a mystery, as you may know, Not bright; he’s a little slow! But, he’s such a nice fellow… And, he hit his hammertoe!
Then the bank sent this email. It confused the already confused Inchie, a bit.
05:30hrs: I’ve been up for one hell of a time. Got up at 06:00hrs… made the meal at 06:00 the next day… have I been up and angry with Liberty-Global’s failures for 2 hours then?
The meal was welcome. Taste Rating of 8.2/10, despite falling asleep eating it and making a mess all over the dressing gown, my chest and the chair…
What a long, lugubrious, almost hallucinatory day it’s been.
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – Yet another day, busier than ever. This will be a condensed version comment-wise, I’m sorry. So many extraneous, unexpected, confusing situations that needed attention. Good old Liberty Global-Virgin Media let me down so many times again, perfectly timed to lose the work I was doing on almost every occasion… Hours lost in the day, repeating actions that had already been done. Carer arrived to help with the banking and paperwork sorting, I hour, bless him. Lift arranging was farcical and time-consuming… but more irritatingly, still not sorted. Grrr! Domestic Carer Denise helped out, but of course, I can’t find stuff now. Hehehe! Nice lady. Easy-Link rang; they can do the Bank run after all – this got my confusion glowing, and I am not sure what’s what about this or the Hospital run next Tuesday. I changed the calendar date and times, but deleted the wrong one and have no idea what the timing was on the hospital run. Rand EasyLink to check, but they had closed for the day.
The first evacuation visit was reminiscent of the H-Bomb! The second one, a , a complete reversal.
As for the flourish of , I’ve never had so many in a day in my life! Still, no Falls or tumbles today – I didn’t have time really to fit any in. Haha! – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
Feet and urine were nearly the same colour this morning. This may not seem it to you, but I have protanopia.
Usual early activities.
Remembered the underarm cream.
Waste bags collated.
Now, one mug of tea is permitted. But I can have as many decaffeinated ones as I like. No chance – decaf tastes horrible!
View from the computer chair.
Got on the computer to check the comments and see if WordPress will allow me to reply to them today… and…
Carer arrived. Can’t recall much about it, I was livid with hatred for the $26.4 salaried, with guaranteed bonuses and an open expense account, Mr Fries of Liberty-Global; who still can’t get his overpriced, pathetic Virgin Media internet service working. Just Jealously, of course!
Domestic arrived, then another Carer. Back onto the computer…
Had to do the whole-hog procedure to get Smoke & Mirrors. money manipulator Mr Fries, utter-crap service back on. Save what the computer allowed me to – box off, plug out, waited the five minutes as instructed – computer off, then rebooted, and reset the router box, and waited… Waited some more… Emptied the catheter bag. Waited some more… Aha, it came back online; Well done to number-crunching, artful deception, flimflam, and hokum expert Fries!
Denise arrived as the Carer was about to tend to the eye drops for me. My mind of all over the place, and multiple mind meanderings started: Got to sort the time out for the hospital lifts… started swinging, joining in with … I must phone and cancel the taxi for tomorrow… the Carer didn’t say if he was escorting me or not… no problem if not, now that could do me. But, I am a little nervous when using cash machines. I must thank Kara for helping… was affecting my concentration… Eventually, the flat cleared, and the computerisationing was once again tackled.
But only for half an hour or so. Then… .
After two hours of blogging, mind you, many mistakes were made. Hard to believe I know, but… .
Not for so long this time.
. Had to get some more of the Soda water from the kitchen and stocked up the ottoman tray with some.
Packed-up trying to get any blogging done. Why? See below! . ARGH!
Got a meal made-up in a short time. Sweet & sour rice, done in the microwave. Added a can of garden peas to it in the saucepan, & added extra Sweet & Sour sauce. . Two bread rolls. Two mini-pots of desserts Taste Rating 6/10.
Took these snaps as I was washing up the pots.
About five minutes between taking them. Bootiful!
Got done in the £300, second-hand, most uncomfortable, decrepit, Haemorrhoid Harold-testing, creaking, sleep-deterring, nauseatingly beige-coloured, not-working, recliner, and the late Carer, Chris arrived. Then Carer Richard came to return the paperwork for the hospital trip, telling me no need for a carer to go with me. Fair enough! Glad I managed to get booked for it, cause from the tram or bus stop, it is a heck of a trek to get to the EENT, and they take me into the department as well. Looking good. I thanked Richard, and off he went. Chris got the eye drops in and attached the night pouch for me.
I went on a safety check of taps, stove, windows etc. And had a long period of . With this single snap taken from the kitchenette window…
has never been better! I saw so many things in this photo; A tear in the fabric of space. Lips, a nose, a mouth, lips and eyes. Another face in the Sun-spot far left, facing the left side view. I imagine others out there would see other things?
Waking up this morning, it was almost staggering, No cramps in the hands or legs, free of any hurting, I rose from the recliner; the sunshine was twinkling, Then, I felt my stomach suddenly itching… And found some new patches of bruising, What, where, why or how was just bemusing… No time to ponder on these, as I got an inkling… At the same time, my innards started rumbling… Get to the Porcelain Throne before there’s any leaking… From Inchies fungal lesion, the blood was trickling! I thought things were going so well; this it’s sickening! To the wet room, shaving and medicating…
Came out of the wet room to start prepping Josie’s beef & veg chilli. To add to the meat and beans later, I got two saucepans filled, one with the chill and seasoned it, the other with the fresh leeks and mushrooms cooking. Merged them later, tasted and added a bit of chilli to them.
The timing for the need for Porcelain Throne was a good one this time; I’d just finished the prepping. No pain, no bleeding and no liquids flowing out. No pain, no bleeding and no fluids flowing out. No pain, no bleeding and no juices flowing out. What a sensational (I don’t mean to get excited, but this was relatively rare for me).Almost a pleasure! Cleared the kitchen mess I’d made doing the prepping and took the waste bags to the doorway.
08:20hrs, a little later than usual… Oh, no, it’s the weekend, always odd hours at the weekend); the Carer, Chloe, I think, arrived. A nice gal. Did the medications, and I insisted she take some nibbles in thanks. ♥
I tested Josies’ fodder, and it tasted and looked good.
I lowered the heat to a keep-warm level and remembered to stir it regularly (mostly).
Got the computer on, and to my utter amazement, the card reader worked straight away. So I got the photo’s uploaded into CorelDraw before the connection was lost. I was not getting too hopeful that some miracle had happened and thought the SD reader had repaired itself and would work properly again. Because it hasn’t done so for many months now. But that’s a good start, having two things so greatly improved… the card reader (It failed again next time) and the Porcelain Throne Session being virtually pain and bleeding-free! Am I waffling?
Here are the photos rescued, with a bit of guessing as to when and why they were. (Dementia Doreen!)
A blood pressure reading that had gone up a bit.
Not sure what day these were taken, of course… possibly Friday or Saturday? Maybe?
Obviously, a morning check this one was. Dark without my using the flash, it seems.
See? Hehe! I can have these moments of inspiration… sometimes.
I wish I could remember which day this captured an infrequent miracle of our beloved bad parking expert, the Red-Van-Man, using a proper parking slot!
Mind you, someone had nicked his usual spot on the yellow keep-clear chevrons near the grey and white, whatever it is. Hehehe!
Don’t worry; he reclaimed it the next day!
A simple, quick meal for Inchcock here? Potatoes, tomatoes and a veggie burger, with dessert to follow. It must have been one of his staying up late nights; he’s had a lot of them recently with computer and internet problems suffering.
Aha, my Amazon delivery. Now which day was that, Friday, mayhaps?
This is of products thus delivered.
I tried one of the potato-mash pots last night, I think, and was very impressed with their taste.
Ah, the jolly Winwood Heights Red-Van-Man reclaiming his illegal, naughty parking spot.
Below: A view of the car park on Chestnut Way in front of the flats.
I’m assuming I took this photo due to the novelty of seeing a scooter parked up, all very neat and precisely done. Well done!
Ah, I’m almost sure this was Saturday night’s, nosh. Of course, my being certain is equal to an average person’s ‘I’m guessing. Hehehe! I do remember the taste of this one. Ding on mushroom pate is a treat for me, and a taste rating of 8.5/10 was granted. The only thing that was not up to scratch for me were the potatoes, which were not cooked enough! Me… getting baked potatoes wrong! I am ashamed!
I found an interesting bit on the remember notepad when I got here. As my Cataracted eyes read it… it said: “Worill conf/st bg hag” I did not have the foggiest of what it meant. Can anyone help me?
Beginning to get to me now. Pretty persistent with the clumping, banging and scratching-like noises. Any more, and I will have to retaliate with a good clouting of the overhead pipework with Metal-Micky… No, no, no, that’ll make me as ignorant and uncaring as the contemptuous, hoity-toity, sullen, toploftical Herbert is. I must not sink to his naughty-haughty ways.
I got Josies Sunday meal sorted and delivered to her door. I used one of the new porcelain bowls. A strawberry cheesecake for dessert, the usual treats for her to keep her going, and an extra dollop of chilli in another container so she can microwave it for later on whenever she fancies it.
I took her a different can of plonk today. A Woo-Woo, which is popular with the Carers. Hahaha! I don’t think she was impressed with it, so back to the G&T next week. The chilli tasted good to me as I tested it.
I went back to the flat and cleaned up the mess from the cooking. Then onto the computer and got the blog for Fri-Sat done and posted off. Facebooked, Pinterested, then WP Reader, then Comments tackled. I made a start on this blog’s layout.
This time it went down for ages. After half an hour, I gave up and got myself a quick nosh made up.
I cooked two veggie burgers and added a part-baked baguette later. Cut the bread into four pieces, halved the burgers and inserted each in a baguette slice. Took this snap of it.
Then, I added the last banana, the last strawberry cheesecake, and some pickled gherkins and took this photograph. Went into the main room, settled with the tray on my knee, put the goggle box on…
Realised I’d not put the tomatoes on the plate! I got up carefully, not wanting to drop the tray of food, which I avoided.
Went to the kitchenette fridge to get some tomatoes… Boy, what a toe-stubbing I gave myself on the wheel of the server trolley!
Then, the neurotransmitters failed, and I dropped the pack of tomatoes on the floor! Argh!
The Evening Carer arrived just after I’d done the washing up from the meal. I think it was the lovely Chloe again? But Doreen’s Dementia does play tricks with me constantly. Grumph!
But no! I’m amazed I can still do this blog. It takes a long time, though, a lot too long. With the Peripheral Neuropathy, Arthur Itis, Colin Cramps, Dizzy Dennis etc. I was well tired out by now, washed, changed, and got down in the c1968 recliner, intending to watch something or other on the telly…
But, a good thing: it was the much-needed, well overdue precious Sweet Morpheous who took quickly took control. Zzzz!
