– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – The memories recalled, but only just, I think it may have been 1972, in August… I met and was mauled by an anaesthesiologist, Stabbed by an acupuncturist. This year, I was robbed by an oligarchist, Who goes by the name of Starmer! Known as the proletariat’s financial amputator, His first job as PM put pensioners asunder, Raised taxes for every farmer, Who accepted far too many a backhander… He is still the Labour leader, Money from anywhere he can acquire, To his many wrongs, he’s not a conceder, Because he is such an arrogant bleeder… A perfect match to be a Tory Prime Minister, He’s although blunt, he’s a clever circumventor… Lies directly, by omission, a fibbing blatherer, I bet he’s never been a TV renter, Cause self-wealth is at his centre… Working persons new tax inventor, Bet he gets a free haircut from his barber! His taxes put an end to improving agriculture, He’s just like a greedy vulture! His ruthlessness gives me acroparesthesia, It’s like he got into power with tabula nasa, Apart from filling his bank account whenever, To morals & sympathy, he is a denyer, I wonder if his stockings are 15 denier? I doubt his calculations, cogitation, & dedication… I wonder at times if he is just an apparition… Sent by Putin, to do our economy in? Or maybe a Right-Wing Martian? He’s certainly caused political confusion, Are, to Keir, old labour values an illusion? Voters want action with anti-depression, Not an HMG leader like an automaton! It could all end with a revolution! Maybe it can be stopped by a coalition, But he doesn’t need my permission… But he can have my commiseration, HMG UK is leading to deterioration, Sooner the better, for the voting disillusioned That Starmer is toppled & decommissioned!
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Ah, a bit better colour!
Terrible photo!
Waste bags condensed.
Evening mug of Glengettie tea.
Blue evening views
Four big cob sarnies. But they were too big for me to manage. Waste not, want not; I bagged them, put them in the fridge, and ate them on Saturday. They were pork loin with robust cheddar cheese, no-butter butter, sliced tomatoes, and chestnuts. No finger cuts were sustained.
Got more photos saved to go on tonight! Smug-Mode-Adopted!
Note the deliberate spelling mistake? Ahem!
Gawd, I hate Starmer!
I don’t think I’m on my own.
A large rise in cases percentage-wise!
I did a bit of research later for the odd below above!
All was normal here.
Slightly darker this morning.
My morning shots are getting atrocious!
Yesterday, I, Sherlock Holmesianly, searched for the signs of which houses are growing Cannabis in their lofts. Today, it became apparent. Hehehe!
I’m unsure how I did it, but I got the battery-powered can opener to work!
Snowgoinger! Haha!
No TV. No landline phone. No Panic Alarm Working. NO INTERNET! For 5+ hours. Still, as long as the owners of Virgin, Liberty-Global, keep paying their CEO a phenomenal salary. Indeed, they will remain the supreme, cunning, lying Oligarchs they are. Trying to cancel their service, with their clause making us pay £100s to do so, requires someone with the following skills and can afford a barrister, a mathematician, & Einsteinian genius. If one does escape their financial and incapable service, one may try EE, 3, Vodafone, BT, UPC Broadband, 02, ITV plc, or Sirius—all of which Liberty-Global either owns or has investments in! We can’t win!. But Liberty-Global Always Do! (Spit!)
There were six visits today. All were Trotsky Terence mode. Messy!
Another mystery!
Morning views.
Food Delivery.
Noon view.
More visits…
Carer Chris.
Evening view.
Lots of computer problems again. I decided to give up and turned everything off, intending to get some food.
My plans were interrupted. As I turned on the light, the lightbulb gave a momentary flash and then died. It was getting dark, too. I got the step ladder. With my history of using this, I should have known better!.
Everything went quiet as I fell backwards off the steps and got entangled with the stepladder on the floor. Whether it was a mini-seizure or I knocked myself out, I’m not sure. Half an hour later (estimated), I became aware of where I was and the pain involved. I pressed my alarm wristlet button and had to move off my knees and onto my bottom. The pain from Cartilage Chloe & Caroles was, to say the least, excruciating. Of course, then I had the pleasure of Haemorrhoid Harold stinging and bleeding. The Nottingham City Homes lady acknowledged me. I told her my situation, and she called for an ambulance. I mentioned that the caregivers could be called, as I needed to get back up. She called them and said they had no one to respond but would get someone when the night shift started. She added that the ambulance would arrive once they had one free. Checked on me over the next hour or so, and I kept trying to get up, but without any luck. The lady said just stay where you are until the ambulance arrives. Which it did shortly. I was impressed with the two paramedics who attended. One took control, asking relevant questions, and then they used a quilt over my back and under my arms to haul me back up on my feet. They did a grand job. They even put the new lightbulb in for me after they arrived and confirmed I was okay. They also took my temperature and BP.
They even made me some sandwiches as they left ♥
Carer Chris arrived. He’d met the ambulance crew on his way up and their way down. He sorted out some medications and painkillers for me. Cleared some mess left from the ambulance visit.
I wasn’t in so much pain after the Codeines had done their job. My balance was a bit dodgy, and I had a series of mini-seizures when I tried to get to sleep. All was good otherwise!
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Very little got done other than spending at least 14 hours on the computer trying to sort out the CorelDraw problems and thinking I had several times. However, CorelDraw would not save the default settings no matter which way I wanted to save them, so this one will be a real short-on-detail effort. Not many photos were taken either. I’m a bit down now, and the seizures that came on about 16:30 hrs were annoying in the least. A stormy night’s sleep, yet again, did not help.
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Yet still hurty!
I went to make a brew of Glengettie. I spotted the second pod pea packet as I got the milk out of the fridge. I could not resist them. I shelled the whole packet, throwing away a good few that had gone mouldy. Another mystery was left unsolved. I dropped about ten peas but found only two to retrieve. Where the hell do they hide?
Morning view.
Yet, another mystery. Why did I put the meat pastie in the cupboard, not the fridge? I found one in the other cupboard yesterday but missed this one. I’d had a seizure but carried on doing things. The Doctor didn’t sound concerned or interested; she just pointed out my age and ailments to me.
It brings an unwanted smile to my face.
An afternoon sky shot.
Then I got on the computer, all gee’d up to get things done. Sadly, CorelDraw stole many hours of my time. I was determined to sort out the problems accrued after being told to upload an update to sort issues out! I was okay with it before, anyway. I was excited when I thought I’d cracked it after four hours. But no, I rebooted it, and all the alarming traits with the texting were back. Shit, Shit and SHIT to CorelDraw!
I still kept on trying, though. When a carer called, I tried to look and sound upbeat. They must be sick of hearing me moan. I know I am!
I’d just taken this shot when Carer Ayu arrived. He could see nothing in my back, but whatever it was hurts more now than earlier. He rubbed some Germolene on it for me, gave out the medications, and was offered a nibble, which he took up three times. Hahaha! I managed to catch the sun in between the clouds this time. Not too bad an effort, Smug-Mode-Adopted!
It’s now 21:50hrs, late? Definitely,
I am depressed, in pain, and angry
Also, I’m pretty hungry,
Can’t cook it until he’s seen to me,
Have to cook with my catheter bag in hand, not on my knee,
And the tube in hand, which is not handy…
Doing things, baking, cooking, culinary.
I’m moaning again, silly old ‘B’.
22:30hrs: No Carer has arrived yet.
No one arrived by 23:55 hrs, so obviously, no one would come. I guessed at the late-night medication; I think it was only Peptac and painkillers. I olive-oiled my ears and toothache-sprayed the teeth. I could not get the nocturnal pouch to fit on, so I had to leave the already five-day-overdue-to-be-changed-day catheter bag on. The urine is getting deeper and redder in colour, and poor little Inchie-Willy is in constant pain. I can’t recall when the District Nurse last came to change the catheter for me; I think it must have been about seven weeks now. The uncomfortableness is now turning to pain. Toothache, earache, the CorelDraw nightmare, Carer not arriving, Humph!
Back in the morning, I do hope.
Getting the spuds out of the oven… yet again! Three times in a week now. Still, it didn’t bother me in the least. I laughed, called myself a nasty name or two, & forgot everything about it. Ahem! I think I caught my hand on the rack part of the oven rack as last time two days ago, the wounds merged. Hahaha!.
The meal was coped with well by the teeth.
The early morning I wrote about this morning on yesterday’s blog. Morning view. Later than usual, of course. I was still in bed when Carer Chris arrived.
I know where it went. Hehe!
Got the computer on, and went into a Mind-Blank stroke . I was already miles behind on the blog as it was, and now I had lost over an hour. But I do recall struggling with the couple vision and being nervous about hitting any wrong combinations on the keyboards and not knowing which I’d hit wrongly to correct any errors. I did, of course. This cost me another half-hour!
Carer Joanne came. I thought of asking her how she felt about one of her dogs, which she had to put down yesterday. But I thought better of it.
The day bag had filled quickly again.
I went to the kitchen to get some potatoes in the slow cooker and took these two shots of the view.
I tried to get the Asda (Walmart) bag and label in the shot. They were called Asda Extra Special. Likely Special because some of them were in an especially terrible condition. See above! But, they did give me a moment of pareidoliaing, and I spotted features of a face and bald head on the skin of the spud. Can you see the lips, eyes and an ear in the picture?
The vagueness in my head and eyesight problems were confounded by the fact that each time I had to stand and walk, both of the Cartilages seemed to be taking turns giving way.
Still, it comes!
The Iceland Deliver Arrived. Got the nibble box topped up. This one contained porridge, salt and vinegar nibbles, disposable razors, and bleach, as far as I can tell. Pork pies, beef pasties, Mediterranean vegetables, Eurgh-flavourless Moroccan tomatoes,& baguettes.
Turning a little lighter at last as the afternoon went on. Wonderful clouds.
Got the dressing gown to change into later.
This great shot was taken to the left of the kitchenette window. This one is to the right.
Carer Victor arrived. Medications sorted.
I was not entirely with it but pressed on with a mistake-making blast at the blog.
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And didn’t visit me once! But, as usual, when I moved, this time it was both & giving me grief, and it must have taken me five minutes to get to the wet room. More on that later.
The absolute worst thing to affect me was in the late afternoon, & launched an attack that I ended up surrendering to and gave up trying to do this blog. Defeated!
With the coughing and downfall of skin when the forehead. , I’m surprised I have any skin left on my head; it was falling off all day. Later I rang Sister Jane, and she and hubby Pete were not in good health at all. Jane’s cough sounded terrible. I’m worried about her now. As I moved to get the B17 tablets that Jane had told me had arsenic in them and told me not to use them, to read the label – I went down on one knee. Suddenly, I dropped the landline telephone. , I took a tumble when gave way. I grappled my way back up on my feet to get to the landline; poor Jane was coughing away something wicked. So many people seem to have this ‘Lurgie’ thing this week. Several Carers, the nurse, the electrician… oh, and me. I hope it’s not another form of Covid, and HMG wants to keep it quiet, with the election coming up?
Much later, I tried again to get some blogging done. Well, I did a bit, but it was error-ridden and amazingly hard work, trying to keep a clear head on the task.
Passed well, not a bad colour.
Concrete, mush, torpedo, gooey, nothing moved, wet and watery, squirty… Never the same twice in a row! You watch it now I’ve said that. Hehe!
Kitchen view.
Back to the wet room. Not for the again, but to clean up Little Inchies bleeding, I caught the catheter tube closing the window. Talk about hurt! Cleaned it up and medicated things
On leaving the wet room, I saw the moon high in the sky. I thought this is worth photographicalisationing. But could I get a decent shot? No! This is getting bad now. This time, as I was trying to get a decent shot, a , not only that but joined in as well. Then, after taking the sad pictures and closing the window… , I knocked the knife block off of the window ledge. The tip end of the cheese knife broke off when it hit the floor.
Naturally, these incidents didn’t phase or bother me in the slightest. I just laughed them off.
I made a brew of Glengettie and got the computer on to work on this blog. A new Caregiver arrived and Medicated me, put the diabetic soaks on for me, and had a little natter. What about escapes me now. Tsk!
I computed for it appears, for five hours, according to the clock, but not according to the work and progress not done on the blog. I may have suffered a or maybe , but I recall nothing of this time whatsoever. The rot had set in.
called, and I bluffed my way through. I think, in fact, I did not stop talking to the poor gal. It would help if I could remember what she was talking about. I think I may have, possibly, conceivably mentioned the Lurgy because Joanne sounded like she had a sore throat… or did she?
I did continue on the blog, but it was a bit farcical. I’ll have to get u[ early in the morning so I can get a shave and shower before the Carer arrives, then get back on this Inchy blog. I’d taken some photos… I know this cause I found them on the SD card. What amazing views. Gorgeous. Oh, how I’d love to recall the pleasure of taking them.
These two below, I took later. I do recall taking these.
I won’t make a meal yet cause it’s close to the last Carer calling time. I’m a different being compared to the one I was hours ago. Struggling a bit here!
But I’m so glad I got the graphics and ode done early on.
Best nosh in a long time.
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This Friday, the brain had its usual periods of hazy craziness, with intervals of it being floury. You know, messy, unable to sort out. Perhaps it might have been mini-seizures, I don’t know. Others are more aware of my actions when one is visiting than I am. A Carer had the heart to speak with me after being present when I departed spiritually from reality. Assuring me all that happened differently, I could or didn’t speak, but my mouth moved as if I was doing so? I kept doing things silently, some actions not being relevant to the situation, and I had no idea this was happening. I wouldn’t worry about it, at least. So glad to hear someone explain the unknown to me. Hehehe!
This was the first time I’d had a seizure when someone was here to see one. At least, I think it was.
The mail was delivered. I usually put it on the old DVD so Carer Kara can go through it when she comes the following week, but I can’t find it anywhere now.
The Diabetic socks arrived, all three packages, within an hour, each delivered by a different carrier. Photos are further down. Two were extra-long diabetic bamboo socks that looked fine. The bigger one was cotton socks that I ordered by mistake. Mistake making? Me? Hard to believe! Hahaha! I left the oven and hob on as well. The hot water faucet (tap) I let run cold… again.
Three electricians arrived to install the new fire alarms and reset the power box. That was mayhem with a capital M. At one point, they had to turn off the power, which caused me to semi-panic. I was scared that the panic alarm box, the internet, and the TV might not come back on again. The very patient electrician checked everything came back on alright; damned kind of him, too! Thank you! All working! The Fire Alarm was somehow triggered in the flat. I sounded very soft and quiet to my hearing. To the others, the klaxon was driving mad. So, one good point in my being so deaf. Har-har! The brigade arrived and checked out the flat. One spoke to me and walked away. I’ve no idea what he said to me; he’d got his BA kit on. He was soon off after talking to the electricians; at least, I think he did.
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Was the Catheter’s nocturnal pouch was not very full? Then again, I’d not been sleeping for long. The NHS colour grading looked like a number four or five.
I rose from the c1968, tatty, scruffy, unkempt, uncomfortable, virus, microorganism, bug, bacterium, bacillus, germ, parasite-producing, and disease-fermenting, bought second-hand, eyesorely horrible, grungy beige-coloured, £300, charity shop bought, crumb-retaining, moth-eaten, non-working, nocturnal-crumb-ridden, itch-encouraging, incommodious, Haemorrhoid Harold testing, catheter tube yanking, recliner. With insisting on giving way several times, I hobbled almost comically to the wet room. The attempted evacuation was a wasted effort. I was thinking that at least for once, a rarity, were not bleeding, and I was nearly caught out by collapsing, giving way, enough for a tumble. It should have been one, really, but I fell in the right direction and caught hold of the shower chair in time to stop myself from hitting the rather hard-floored deck. Infected ankles and legs looked so much calmer this morning. I washed Little Inchy, Harold’s Hemorrhoids, dried them, and medicated them. Then, I creamed the on my forehead and arms. I sprayed the eye treatment on the lids and olive-oiled the earholes. I just remembered at the last minute that I’d not put the barrier cream on the tummy infection yet. So, I did! It’s hard work getting old, Haha!
I took the wet-room waste bag and amalgamated it with rubbish from the other two bins. Making two bags of waste, and took them to the front door. The amazing blue-hued sky in this poor-quality photo I took from the kitchenette window is so pretty. Although that’s not the word I wanted to use; it’ll do until I remember what it was. Mind-Blank here!
I got the laundry bag sorted. I must remember to ask someone to take it down for me later. Then, I double-checked that I had put in the wash capsule and softener. They were all present.
Blimus! The catheter day pouch had filled up quickly again. The colour looked very much healthier, too. Bent down to empty the day pouch into the urine jug. As I was getting back upright… ! twinged into action. I was so surprised, with her being so kind to me lately. She hit me hard, and I took an extra Codeine 30g. She’s never hurt this bad before. But an hour or so later, the Codeine had done its job and had eased off. I’m so glad to report.
I scurried hobblingly back to the wet room . There was no doubt I made the right decision in rushing to get there. Whatever blockage stopped me from passing minutes ago, this time, was back in full charge of the procedure. Wet but sticky, smelly and splashy! Cleaning things up took me a while.
I made a grand strong brew of Glengettie tea. Then, at long last, I got the computer on. No biscuits dunked. Was I getting more dedicated to the new diet? No, I let the drink go cold, getting into the blogging. Humph! A few hours later, I took a break. I needed it because I was fed up with making so many errors on the blog (grammatical and chronological).
I decided to open the socks that were delivered yesterday. The cotton socks I wrongly ordered were a pack of 12 different-coloured socks. I must ask my brother-in-law Pete if he’d like to have them. They are long and warm. I’ll try to remember to ring and find out if he fancies them. Good quality they are. The next pack contained 4 pairs of proper diabetic long socks. dark grey, I think. The Carer later put a pair of these on for me. Excellent fit, comfortable and warm. The last pack included two pairs of knee-high bamboo socks. These looked far thinner and stretchier than those above, and they cost an awful lot more. I stored the socks, well, I say stored...
I took this snap of the late afternoon view with the sun and clouds. I am back on the blogging and have started creating the ode.
had once again filled up at a good rate of knots. Still a healthy colour, mind you.
I checked on the Asda order made for next week. To see if I needed anything taking off or adding to it. I took off three items and put a few on it. The original total was for £52.24. After toying with things, it now stands at £66.84! When will I ever learn?
Another snap of the view of the sky. I went into one of my spells. Can you see the bird, plane, or face as I did? Bearing in mind that is making me see double, a shadow of everything attached. So maybe you can’t see them. Hehe!
An early meal tonight. Potato rostis, Dutch tomatoes, Anya potatoes, and caramelised pork sausages. With a sliced baguette. The Heinz tomato ketchup with pickle was well used. It went down well. I’m glad I remembered to eat early, thus avoiding the Carer calling just when I was starting to eat.
What’s wrong with the lower circle? Fair enough, I can’t make out what it is.
In the early hours of this morning, I had a virtual epiphany… so natural, pleasant and unbelievable. I stood up from the itch-creating, bruise-giving, catheter-tube-tugging, crumb-decorated from my nocturnal nibblings, God-awfully uncomfortable, cringingly-grotty, no longer working, dirty beige, anti-sleep designed, c1966, second-hand bought for £300, recliner. I had no pains, aches, bleeding… even the catheter had gone. I chose to float and did so. Landed back on the carpet and could hear Acker Bilk singing ‘Buona Sera, Señorita, Buona Sera’. Angels descended all around me, miniature-sized; my beloved lost cat Cyril was lying on the recliner, purring heavily; I could hear him clearly. I made my way to fuss him… And then I woke up! Blimey, that felt so genuine as well! Tsk!
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Seeing the colour of the overnight wee-wee in the night pouch pulled me back to reality quickly! This is not good. Thankfully, the colour lightened later on as the day progressed. I hope it continues; it’s just a smidge of worrying this dark. The end car park on Citrus Way looked different for some reason… Ah, the mudslide had reduced vastly.
Off to the wet room. No luck again. Still, I did get to have a go at the crossword book and counted eleven cracks on the front wall.
Chimed, and into the room entered Carer . Who got the diabetic socks put on my legs and sorted the medications. As I went to put the kettle on, the Intercom rang out. Unbelievable! I’d got yet another food delivery arriving, Ocado this time. I can’t even remember making one with them. I need help with this problem. I got the bags in and tried again to get some activity going. Although definitely was in charge, I felt was fighting back. A little messier than of late. Back to sort the food. Surimi sticks, fruit in pots, brown sauce, lemon desserts, lavender Dettol, lemon mousse, black bean sauce and a can of ratatouille. I’ll try that tonight and see how it goes. Well, that’s the plan anyway. Chunky vegetable soup, Lloyd tomato-type sauce with Mediterranean vegetables. The two brown Italian tomatoes. came as three for a ridiculous price. But Ocado decided to send the pack with one of the ready-crushed semi-mashed and all runny. These brown tomatoes taste almost like meat; those I’ve had in the past have, anyway.
Carer Sam called. And Chris returned the laundry bag – Yee-Haa! It may have taken me a few days to get someone to take it, but it came back this week. That’s a positive improvement. I got a landline call from the QMC Deep Vein Thrombosis & Anticoagulation teams Angel Nurse, Hristina. She will be calling on Monday for the next blood-taking test. ♥
Then, I got another landline call from Sister Jane. She was in her new posh flat, getting things sorted and ready to move in properly. She said they had a fish & chip shop a few minutes’ walk from the apartment block. Jealous? Me? Ha! Yes! Hehehe! She gave me some advice on cooking the pasta. I think we mentioned something about football referees but didn’t use any cus words. I got the ratatouille in the saucepan and added some canned garden peas. I could not resist trying some as I put them in the pan. With the Lloyds sauce, Tomato with Mediterranean vegetables. I think I’m going to enjoy this one!
I took these photographs from the kitchen window. At least it was clear enough for me to take a decent couple of sky-cloud shots as the sun began to dip. As I looked at the camera screen on Kodak Tim, I was chuffed with these, and after washing some utensils, I took a few more, which were a little darker than a few minutes earlier. I did spot some figures in the clouds. An animal’s head, eyes, angel and fish. Bet there were more to find. I pressed on with finalising Thursday’s blog. Then…
Well, a treble one, really. Getting really tired and concentration ebbing away, I went into the kitchen to check on my meal cooking progress… but didn’t get there first try. I tripped over the jacket that had fallen off of the chair onto the floor, which I’d not noticed. I caught a hold of the door when sent me all a-wobbling as I tried to keep upright. Of course, that didn’t help, as the door was open. I hit the deck first, followed by few choice self-blaming naughty words flowed. Both knees, and for the first time, I noticed the backs of the knees were painful too? Mission Impossible (Painwise) was tackled. Crawling on all fours to get to the recliner to haul my body mass up into it to stand upright again. It was only a few feet from the door, but it seemed like a couple of hours to get to the chair. Inching painfully along, moving the knees a few inches at a time. After I finally made it into the chair, I had to sit for a moment or two for the pain to die down. Which I now realise was not such a good idea because both knees and whatever is at the back of the knees seemed to have stiffened up. I rose up gingerly and carefully, using the recliner arms, and got hold of, first, , leant against the chair then . I was thinking how much this hurt, and at, of all times… it chose this moment to go into action… Who was it? A !!! This had me lunging backwards into the recliner, landing with such a thud – burst and bled instantly! Cleaning up, changing the Depends, and the medicationalsationings took me hours! Extra painkillers had to be taken. I Phorpain gelled the Cartilages. I was not in a perfect mood at this time.
The sunset view cheered me up a smidge, though, all the same. I took a wide shot first, then a zoomed-in shot. Bootiful!
The old memory blanks blanks kicked in. No idea what happened next for a couple of hours; There were no photos or notes to refer to until I found this evening shot. Not a good one, by the way. The meal was ready to serve, and I had a spoonful to try it. Well, excellent came to mind at first. Undoubtedly, it looked good, so I saw how it tasted. For once, no phone went, no carer called, and I ate nearly all of it with great relish and satisfaction! The lumps of Aubergines in it were so tasty! I’ll try this again, no doubt! Did you find the spectacles? I went straight to them the second I looked at the quiz picture. .
Sleep was a non-starter tonight. But after the attempted Har-Kari, the causes were varied. Pains, Shaking Shoulder Shirley, PN electric shocks from the right ankle, and Thought Storming Steven cocked up my hopes of a decent rest.
It seems to me that every week, some animal is freed from a life sentence for murder and commits another killing! This scumball Bierton has now achieved three murders of elderly women, two while released from prison with the blessings of the overpaid, incompetent members of our HMG Parole Board, killers! Enough is enough!!!
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Well, what happened when I woke up at 04:30 was terrific. I thought as I looked through the open, curtained balcony window, a ghost or even person waving at me! Well, when I got around to uploading the photo I took of it: Of course, it could have been splattered nocturnal bird poo? It did look like that. Can you see it? Or is it just me and having a mental disagreement over the issue? Obviously, it is just a reflection from somewhere. I hope! Hahaha!
I escaped from the second-hand shop bought nine years ago for £300, c1966 built, discomfiting, alarmingly beige-coloured, crumb-containing, TV remote hiding, not working recliner, and released the Catheters nocturnal pouch, and took a snap of it with. The contents were much lighter this morning.
After ponderisationing for a while, I made a decision… Yes! These things still happen occasionally. I recall making up my mind in 1961, August 27th it was. But Grizelda had other ideas on that occasion, so we didn’t go to the pictures but stayed at home, making mad, passionate love. I recall it, cause I’m still hoping to be in that position again before I croak out… Oh no, I can’t, can I, not now, with the bloody Catheter on and the damned Finasteride tablets tearing my prostate to shreds, thus I have no way of producing the goods anymore. Gragknangles! Not that I’m likely to find myself in such a position again. I’m waffling, aren’t I? Sorry. I grabbed hold of, it and limped into the kitchen to get the kettle on to make a brew of my favourite drinkie, Glengettie tea. But the site through the windows, was showing the moon through the clouds. So I fetched , and had a go at taking a decent shot for once. I was pretty pleased with my first close-up effort. I tried again, a little more zoomed in. By Jimminee, this was a decent effort. I nearly got excited; it’s been that long since a shot-in-the-dark photo came out like this for me, after so many failures or intentional modern art efforts. That a erupted. Haha!
But the kettle did not get put on. My memory magically and momentarily engaged and reminded me that I had to shower and shave before a Carer arrived. A change of plans again; my hesitancy, indecisiveness. uncertainty and dithering returned.
I made another decision – Oh, Yes! I will not have a shower at this time in the morning and wake the neighbours with the noise it makes. I’ll have a strip wash and shave instead. I was pretty pleased with myself for doing that, and yet another mini was enjoyed…but not for long. I got the clothes ready to get into, put the dressing gown in the laundry bag, and tackled getting the diabetic socks off of the legs. This was when I realised I had not taken off the alert alarm or medical wristbands, so I did. Then, I had the wrong glasses on for shaving as I went in through the wet room door. As I turned to go back to swap the specs, I hit the door frame with the right shoulder, and this set-off, , which was not a good thing when shaving. My started to fall all over the place! The earlier enjoyed smug modes were a distant memory now. So, I changed plans after a little ambivalent faffling. I decided to remove the PPs… Gawd, had Little ever bled so much before overnight. NO! The blood had dried rock solid on my hair and skin! Naturally, the removal of the pants caused it to start bleeding afresh! More mess to clean up and another battle to stop it bleeding! I’ll not mention the pain, either. But it hurt.
Then, as I was struggling to to get the fresh PPs on… That was nice for a change.
So, the rear quarters were thoroughly washed and medicated… taking care not to disturb .
Then, a good all-over body scrub. Well, where could I reach to get it without bending and causing any further damage to the testicle quarters? Then, being as had died down, I tackled the shaving. Amazingly, I avoided any cuts on the neck or face whatsoever!
Oh, dearie, me… I was putting away the shaving tackle, I dropped a razor, & automatically grabbed it before it hit the deck. So, the medicationalisationing started again. I sliced a mini-slither of flesh from the end of my thumb on the razor blades. Luckily it was the right thumb, so there was no pain at all, as we were not getting through to my brain to tell it what had happened at the time. A heck of a lot of cleaning and medication had to be done. Tsk! Thanks to the Germolene and heavy-duty plasters.
I got the fresh togs on and off to the kitchen to prepare the potatoes and peas for later. I returned to the wet room to check I’d not left the water running; all was safe. The itching started again on the legs. I got on the computer, but the itching was very tempting to scratch, but I managed to avoid it.
Made a brew at last.
The lad looked drained when he came and was not in a good mood; he’d been doing extra calls. I asked him if he would put some of the cream for the Acne on my legs. He did so, and then he got the diabetic socks and legging straps. Hope he can get some rest today.
Afternoon Shot. Evening Shot. Night shot to the right. Night shot ahead. Night shot to the left. Not so good, this one.
Nibbler did the last two calls. removed. The papule lesions were creamed by Chris.
This may have been a top-scoring rating had it not been for the terrible Asda potatoes. The sausages, peas and, in particular, the green pickled tomato salad were all great and tasty! I’ve taken to these pickled tomatoes. The ingredients are Green Tomatoes 50%, Water, Red Pepper, Vinegar, Sugar, Carrot, Onion, and Salt. At only £1.69 a jar on a Special Offer at Asda, I got carried away and ordered another jar to be added to next week’s delivery. Nice, tangy!
I lay there in the £300, second-hand, c1968, charity shop-bought, eyesore-horrendously grotty-grungy coloured, Harold Haemorrhoid-testing, easily-fallout-able-of, unfit-for-use, not working, recliner, in as much pain as I have ever been from my first thought being the fear of having to carry the three buckets of water I’ll need to refill the not-refilling W.C. tank; which is not going to please is it?
I grumphed, cursed, and reached for the packet of Ipobrufen on the ottoman, and took one with a swig of spring water, which I misaimed putting it back on the tray. Clunk-thud, I got a part shower of spring water and the cabinets, chair and wall as the bottle spun around! In pain and annoyed, I thought, Sod-that! (Well, close to those words). And tried to get back to sleep. But it was no good; the guilt of leaving the mess and knowing it’ll have to be done anyway forced me to get up. This was, as I found out later, at 05:00hrs.
Were giving me some real stick now. I begrudgingly cleaned up the mess. Then… the rumbling began from the innards, and off to the I limped. were in total control. What a splattering mess! As if I didn’t have enough to do fetching the water to refill the damned tank again, as it was!
However, I kept calm… , . Bending to clean the splatters of evacuated product made even angrier, and I’d not fetched the water yet. Three trips to the kitchen and three back carefully, slowly balancing the bucket against my chest, back to the wet room. Agony is not a strong enough word. To make things worse, I’d had to do this three more times before 12:00hrs. Just the on the last trip of the previous session. That cost me another hour to clean it up. I was pleased when the carer arrived, and I got a Codeine down me with two paracetamols. I got the first mug of tea made; I put the vegan imitation meat in the oven and brushed Canadian Maple syrup on them.
Then took these snaps of the morning view of the once again blue sky. But no, more Computer Problems arose! I got on Corel-Draw to make up the cartoon and get the Health-Checks done and the graphic made above…
Grammarly was not working on Firefox! I searched for a free-to-use spellchecker and installed it. But No, it went through okay, but I have no icons. For I.T.? Then I tried Google to see if it was on there – Nope. Grammarly not working there either. Getting miffed now. I went back to try Firefox again. The computer froze; I could do nothing with it as this screen came up! Apparently, Firefox needed reinstalling with the original password – They must be joking? Then I got a patch job offer and clicked on that. Which was seemingly getting on with the job when Norton came up asking me for the dreaded passwords. They are in a notebook, but some old ones as well – because the first ones I put in were not up to date, the frame with the little pictures you’ve got to identify which have whatever they ask for in the frame, cars, trees etc. Which sank my heart – I can’t even make them out using the magnifying glass! When started to get as bad as , I had some really silly thoughts. I’d had enough!
Back to Google to try that again… are… nothing on there Grammarly. I tried to put the free one on again. Norton started again, but this time I found the right password for the vault. Seems to be working sporadically.
I was totally lost now, getting confused between which one I should be on and what I’d changed or done. The free processor was on the main page now, but when I clicked it, a new browser came up without any of my programme icons on it, and when I opened the now-closed by itself browser, the I.T. browser closed itself? You know, with anguish, fears and pain, I think of death as a release. Bet there are lots of folks like that. We should start a self-help group. NO! Better not, though, because it’s bound to be on the web, innit? No, forget I said that!
I’d been farting around with the computer and Water=-Closet water problems for about seven hours, and I’d got nothing else done. I haven’t even had a wash and shave yet. And it’s near time for the third Carer call!
I made a much-belated effort to get this blog updated. Being the conscientious, young, fit, mentally-alert person that I am. I had a few LOBS in the last hour, but I think and were getting easier.
Big-gobbed ! When I mentioned something getting better, I smelt the vegan imitation meat in the oven burning! Thank heavens I forgot to turn the heat up when I put them in! I ate a couple of them straight away. A little hard on what few teeth I have left, but I gave them a good sucking. Nice! I’ll be picking bits of Maple Syrup soaked soy out of my teeth for days! Haha!
Back to the computer, a quick prayer, and I got on with this blogging. But my good fortune didn’t last long at all. Humph!
I got up to check if I’d left the taps on, and to my shame and disgust, I had left the hot tap on! I got to this tap and turned it off, but I dropped the walking stick turning around, and unfortunately; ! Twisted my back, and of course, the fall and getting back on all fours to the front room to use the recliner to clamber up and get back on my feet really got too. And I regret, somehow, it kicked off the . had never stopped all day anyway in differing degrees. I was now in as much pain as I was this morning! The doom and gloom returned, but I didn’t get . I just felt pissed off, basically!
Better get something to eat with the rhino-leathered soy slices from the oven, then. I decided to break the concrete into tiny pieces and put them in with a vegetable, with added mushrooms to the bowl. Baked a couple of rolls to dunk in the gravy/soup. It was horrendous! As I started to eat it the Carers called, not that this mattered in the slightest. Medicated me, and when they had departed, ~I forced myself to eat the entire bowl of teeth-breaking, tasteless gruel… although the veg, especially the mushrooms, were passable, the cobs were a delight. Flavour-Rating: 6.2/10. The teeth and gums bled, and bits of the burnt soy and whatever else was in it fell out of the holes and cavities for a while.
Blessedly, I put the pots into the kitchen sink bowl to soak and clambered 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... and
Pickled walnuts and Gragknangles. Another day of delays and frustrations! Anything go-wrongable did! A day & nightmare. No medications, catheter night pouches arrived!. Or help with the banking on the computer. Took a tumble mopping the kitchen floor! The computer is doing really-weird things on its own accord. No chance of getting the blog done. So it’ll be a quick blog. Had to ask Carer for help with the Wilko order after getting in a mess with it. I am honestly getting to the end of my tether. 20:45 hrs and this is as far as I’ve got with it.
And red hat went to the laundry and never got back!
Fair colour after the first pouch emptying..
Took the pad off of the geyser legs. Getting in a mess with it
Walked around taking photos after investigating why I’d been woken up. Eerie.
Red sky morning shot.
Housing view.
Carer Kara watched as I put a new pad on.
Asda Order arrived. Daffodils for the Carers
The fridge filled up;
Fair colour after the third pouch emptying.
Afternoon sunshine.
Sun got through.
Evening sunset of sorts.
Nosh
Base of the meal, ready-made.
A photo with the camera cover dropped down. Unintended, of course! Meal served up; With added oven bakes potato chunks. Plain yoghourt with lemon curd added. Smashing Meal!
Sleep was another grind! Getting to sleep was hard work… Staying asleep was harder work… Between then, , and … oh, was active throughout the ever-wakening night, as well.
