The day started better than usual, as well. The usual back-breaking three treks to the , with the heaving three bowls of water from the kitchen to flush things. Only three visits today, mind you. All within the first three hours, a good start
No bother from the .
The carer arrived, and all went well.
Ablutions went fine. Zero, I say Zero cuts shaving!
Looking a little threatening?
No complaints about the ulcers or ankles.
I foolishly allowed myself to cheer up. I should have known better!
Got on the computer and was doing alright.. until…
I was in the middle of a good run of concentration. With CorelDraw at the limit of its memory, I was doing so well… and got an earlier start… life was for once perking up – Gragknangles! The CorelDraw scene shook about a bit and closed itself, never to be seen again! I could have cried! Went on the web asking for advice but failed to grasp what I was reading in reply. So, I loaded up a newer but unused version of CorelDraw 2017; just look below at what I had lost on screen! I mused for what must have been an hour or more before actioning a rescue attempt.
I proceeded over the next nine hours, with breaks to empty a few times, Carer, and domestic calling.It would take me days to get things back sorted and working! Utter despair and frustration. But I pressed on for another hour or so. then got an idea (I do that every year or so; get an idea – not that they usually work) Mayhap this version will load the last saved before it did a runner and vanished. on CorelDraw x7? I tried it, and it loaded it, but boy, did it cause me some problems then. The dockers had all gone, the Colour pallets too. And there was a conflict with the different icons, and I had to try every one of them in order and remove those not working. Sheer determination carried me onwards, and now, 16 hours after it first cocked up, I’ve got it looking like this.
At least the pallet colours were got back again. But not the cockers; they had to be rebuilt form scratch. I’m tired out, hungry, and would you believe that is kicking off again, and I need the damned rotten again! So, after I’ve carried the water to the tank and refilled it, I’m going to be in a right state pain-wise again.
I’ll bung the photos taken in here, I must be quick to get it done before the evacuation is ready, and I die in agony abed starvation. Hehehe!
Afternoon shots.
Teatime piccies.
After the second-last caller came.
Sunset.
Carer’s desk, after the last day Call.
Got to go, then I’ll get summat to eat and hopefully fall asleep. Not that I’m feeling up to making nowt fancy; soup will do. Get back in the morning… Well, all being well, like.
MORNING, LATE: I’M BACK. I fell asleep, woken up when the late Evening carer , who gave me a painkiller.
Then I got the vegetable soup sorted out with a few bread rolls, extra oven cooked potatoes, and a black tomato. Taste rating: 803/10.
I soon nodded off, but were rampant, thus the jouncing and jolting awake seemed be doing it to me every five minutes! Tsk!
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
I was up, took the night pouch off, and started several different jobs simultaneously. But I was, at that time, in a better condition than the day before. For a few hours, anyway. I can remember some of the things I began doing. Made a brew, which went cold, as I decided it would be a good idea to get the ablutions done. Then found myself making up the laundry bag ready for collection, and I struggled to open the box of soap pouches. I had to rush to the , that evacuation was over about five seconds after I’d sat down. But the sense of another one was on the way, made me stay where I was and had a go at the crossword book. While doing this, and rather successful for once, blood from Little Inchie was felt running down my leg. So I abandoned the crossword and cleaned it up; there was only a spot or two left to come, then back to the puzzling. The follow-through, backup, or second coming did not arrive. While I refilled the bowls from the kitchen to refill the non-working water tank on the WC… yes, you guessed it! I had to rush back to the . So, with the first dollop of mush not being cleared yet, I then had to get four bowls of water to encourage the mess to go down the toilet. I was well worn out by the time I’d done it all! But did that stop me farting about doing other things at the same time? No! I went into a short Memory Blank, I think at this time… well, I know I did; when I came round, I wrote it on the pad, and there is nothing else on it at all, apart from my weakling up time. I found another mug of tea with the bag still in it gone cold. I moved some spring water bottles around in the kitchen, left the cold water tap running, and although there was nothing in there, I’d left the oven door open! I did start to realise I needed to concentrate. I did feel a little better later. A Carer called, and I’m sure we laughed about something or other.
What I’m writing may be out of chronological order, I fear. I think maybe I got the ablutions done before the Carer called. Anyway, I had to return to… yes; the yet again. Swift, messy, and how I didn’t drop a bowl of water or take a tumble was… well, a miracle! Ah, I did have a few cuts shaving. But little Inchie was no longer leaking, yes, the odd spot here and there that the PPs coped with admirably; this is several times a day occurrence from tube inserted. Now the vagueness returned for a while. Eventually, very late on, I got the computer started, and the second carer arrived. AHA! She had some medications for me. At last, some Codeine! I asked for one straight away. This cheered me greatly. I really believe, swear, that the pain reduced the in half an hour! The vagueness was coming and going for the next hours. I know Sister Jane called me, be nothing about what we spoke of… other than we were both sad to see Nottingham Forest struggling (I think?) Around 16:00hrs, I finished and posted yesterday’s blog, then as I went to make a brew and empty the , I found I’d put the oven on a low light? Wish someone had told me. Hehehe! There must have been raining outside, but I’d spent so long doing the blog that it is now almost time for the early evening carer. I can’t even remember the afternoon safety check caller. I’d been in a mental cocoon, I think. So, I thought looking at the photographs I’d taken should help me recall things. As I got the camera to take out the SD card… ~~I saw in the computer’s external disk thingy reader. I fear things are getting worse. Just doing this blog is taking me so many error-filled hours. Causing frustrations. I think I can hear an alarm now, but it’s just stopped?
I left all three receptacles filled with water in the wet room in case there were any more needs to utilise the . There were a few, and after heaving water from the kitchenette to the Wet room, , has been ever-present since. The painkillers were week used today! A morning view of the sky so blue. I even managed a little spot for two of pareidoliaing.
Computerisationing had an enormous amount of errors and miss-reading. As the day dragged on and I got more tired, so wrong options were taken; thanks to and . The afternoon brought storm-threatening darkness. Not that it mattered much to me. I’ve not been outside now for about... oh, ages. It must be close to a month now since I’ve seen and breathed fresh air? The last time I went out for a pleasure hobble around the flats, ~I had to return sharpish half was along Citrus Walk in front of the flats. Blood from Little Inchies , then the valve sprung open and filled my shoe! I can remember that well enough!
Then after taking the photo above, gave me something that he hasn’t shared with me for months on end, probably close on a year; an involuntary Right arm Hitler salute! I could have done without that! I rattled my knuckles against the window handle and, at the same time, I managed to knock off the window shelf, the knife box, the kitchen roll holder, the box of bags, and a jar of mint sauce! . Then bending down to pick up the knives and check for damage to the floor, I hit my head against the freezer door edge! It took me an hour or more to get everything back where it should be. I’d been lucky, I think, all the same. All five of the scattered-about knives missed any part of my body! The only bad bit of the cleaning up and sorting was retrieving the bamboo stick that had rolled between the base cupboard and cooker. The burn in my hand that caught against the oven was nothing to a man like me. I laughed it off and at it! I’m inured to pain and a brave heroic sort of chap. I made an error… (What am I saying? I’m always making errors)… with the daily meal. But it didn’t matter as it happens. I overcooked the vegan burgers, uneatable! But, me having the Natorra black tomatoes on the plate; They taste like meat to me? Lovely! The ready-sliced potatoes (I thought after yesterday’s [photo on the left] Accifauxpas while slicing fresh potatoes were a good idea) Were very nice and crispy. Even the pickled beetroots were nice and well cooked, soft and kind to what few teggies I have left. I shan’t get any more of those burgers. Flavour Rating: 9.3/10. Got settled down. The feet and legs were looking better tonight. The ankle ulcers had all but disappeared again. The skin looked a little darkly cadaverous. But I knew I’d not snuffed it yet, cause as I was nodding off, the leg slipped off of the chair, and that woke me up, so I knew I was still here when the pain and shock woke me out of my wallowing. But, putting getting back into the land of nod into a no-go area! Humph!
I rose earlier than of late. Got the night bag detached. The moment I tried to move from the c1966 charity shop bought, second-hand, whincingly grotty, beige coloured, not working, crumb-covered from the nocturnal nibblings, itch-making, uncomfortable, virus breeding, easy-to-fall-out-of, recliner, I was greeted in the usual “Take-that-you-git” style as is a favourite felicitation lately of . Christ! She was even worse than yesterday… so vicious, whatever position of pose I adopted. I made for the painkillers and imbibed a couple post haste.
However, looking on the bright side, I did seem to be in better control of what I was doing – then, the had to be responded to, so I did. The usual Sit, Splurt all done routine again. Then the bit that was really unpopular with … fetching the water in bowls from the kitchenette. I needed three bowls-full today to refill the waterless, unfilling tank on the WC. Every shuffling step I took care so as not to spill the water or drop the bowel, I was tormented by . On the second trip, the ailments ganged up on me. Brenda was joined most handicapping, and for the first time in weeks, by in the right knee. Had anyone come in, they would have seen a limping, water-spilling old man concentrating so hard not to drop the bowl; I had had my tongue out! Gordon Bennett, that took me some time to get done!
Got the waste bins sorted out and found a pot to use for emptying out the pouch into. Not that I have used it much as of now (15:00hrs).I’ve been guzzling water enough, but it doesn’t want to come out? A bit worrying that cause it’s been so good these last few days.
Then I got the Health Checks done. The first one shook me a bit. The readings were SYS 194 over DIA 64, and the pulse & temperature were up too! I left it a few minutes and tried again. This time, it was much better, but still not good. SYS 154 DIA 65. Pulse and temperature were still too high.
My Sherlock Holmesian mind tweaked into action… (It does that sometimes, you know) Not often, I admit! I deduced, using my superior investigative, but affected brain cells. I may have had some help with coming to my decision, from the agony that was giving me, of course. But I thought the carrying of the bowls of water may have affected the ticker rate on the first test?
After that, the HAIRY-FAIRY why-am-I-doing-this hit me. It stayed for a few hours; nothing got finished that I started, and ruled the roost.
The Carer arrived. Medications sorted. Can’t recall what about now, but we had a little chin-wag.
I gathered some of the accoutrement I used and put them on the £300, bought eight years ago from the second-hand shop, Harold Haemorrhoid testing, repugnantly beige-coloured, crumb-containing recliner. Then spent a few fruitless minutes trying to work out why I’d collected them onto the £300, second-hand, decrepit, Haemorrhoid Harold-testing, sleep-deterring, nauseatingly beige-coloured, not-working recliner. Aha! I think I remember a bit of the chin-wag I had/
The left hand’s little digit was in its usual position, trying to tangle itself up with the next finger. Which is its usual position. See why I struggle to type correctly and make so many mistakes? Then, for about five minutes, the fingers were trying to get away from each other? I’ve never had that before.
The Iceland delivery arrived. Unfortunately, the driver chap left the bags in the doorway. So that meant by the time I’d got them into the kitchen was giving me some stick again. Still, there was nothing unavailable from them this time, and I feel I might not run out of kitchen towels for a good while yet. Hehehe!
The ice-cream flavour drinks are rather nice. The noodles were on offer. The brown and white bread rolls ha gone up by 30p a packet though. The Strawberry jelly pot is on offer!
The lemon curd mini jam rolls are Very nice looking) were three times the price of the Asda raspberry ones; however, they did have some sort of thickish flavouring on the outside of each roll. I’ll try one later on. Custard creams, vegan mini sausages and some Spanish strawberries, When I’d recovered from getting them into the kitchen and put them away, I took a punnet of strawberries and a can of gin for Josie to have.
Then got my nosh started. Ate it; taste: 6/10. And nodded off, leaving the tray on the ottoman. Into a deep dream-filled sleep. Aha, off in the land of nod. Dreaming for once, a decent dream; I was in an underground cave, and I was popular with the crowd of people with me. One of them identifies himself as a Doctor of medicine. Who recommended that it would be wisest for me not to bother waking up. And gave me an email address for St Peter. This was also real to me! So much more happened, but all vague now, the email address for St Peter, made me laugh as I was scribbling notes about what I could recall later. Hahaha! Hoping to rejoin the clan in the cave, I drifted off in hopes of finding the dream again. Of course I didn’t!
I was woken again by the late Carer. I know it was a she, and bless her didn’t put the light on. Kind touch that! No idea what was said or done. and was instantly back in the land of nod when she left; I didn’t even get up to lock the door. Idle monkey me! But, no more dreaming!
From waking up, until writing this rubbish, there were no ins & outs of mental stability, awareness, keenness, determination or wayward involvement where I found I had to spend time gathering myself together to continue with whatever I was doing. This was because I was constantly ‘out of it’, all data long! Anything and almost everything that was go-wrongable – went so! Not that I was particularly aware of it at the time. Undoubtedly, Mind-Blanks limit any chance of a total recall. As far as of now; I can recall; I know (I think) up to now, the Porcelain Throne visits numbered five. With only two evacuations managed. Constipation Conrad! I know I had some wonderful help when the food order arrived in getting it put away. Thank you, Carer! I took a tumble getting the bowl of water to refill the non-filling WC tank on the last failed-to-pass visit. No injuries. Then when getting the meal prepped, after getting the potatoes from the crock-pot, cut them up and put them in the saucepan. I was washing the mint-covered pot and thought I heard someone in the other room, so I went to take a look… It was the NCH Homes control room alarm response, asking if all was okay; they had got a signal alarm from my water detector. Checked again that there was no water on the floor and told the lady. Then went back to have a Sherlock Holmesian investigation. ADOPTED I FOUND NOTHING WET ON THE FLOOR? Presuming that as I tipped the water out of the pot, some may have splashed offer the edge of the sink. Then, tumble number two: A smidgen more serious, this one, clouted the back of my head as I went down onto the wet room wall. A bit of a job getting to the recliner to get back up. A massive blank about what happened or didn’t, or shouldn’t have gone on for about three hours. I did mention these to the Mental Health Nurse, but she seemed unconcerned. It’s so late now, and I~’ve only just started on this blog, so it’ll be a few photos and owt I can remember about each one.
Food Delivery. Fridge not too full? Fancy tomatoes.
After the second tumble.
A little tip here… Take care when cutting up potatoes to go in your soup.
Good colour.
Early evening rain spots starting. The sun’s last view.
19:00hrs – Dour! 1910hrs The car park, below the kitchen.
Going to get the nosh sorted now. Back in the morning to catch up. Well, I hope so!
Not one of bestest photographs. Tsk! But it tasted grand! Flavour 6.9/10.
The late call Carer called (Tongue twister there?) and put the night bag on for me. No Codeines, but I had two Paracetamol. Tempted to have an Ibuprofen due to pains from Anne Gyna, but I resisted it.
I had to get up for the sixth visit to the . Which proved as all the others to be a fleeting visit on the Throne; Splurt! All done. The cleaning up afterwards and having to haul bowls of water from the kitchen to refill the tank was the risky bit. Still, it was a bit of exercise for me.
When I eventually got the job done, I went in to check the taps and oven were not left on. All okay!
I looked out at the night sky – I was gobsmacked! What an amazing, incredibly splendorous, captivating night view; that looked like it had been painted in oils onto the sky. Well, I liked it!
FELICITATIONS
May your luck bring beneficence, Your actions include crapulence, That you avoid any indigence, You avoid hackers & their fraudulence, Most of all, enjoy your flatulence!
Pathetic Parole Board Pansies! Overpaid, money-grabbing, HMG Pleasing Official Murderers! My hatred of these HMG-controlled, scum moneyites has no limit! Prejudiced, biased, inequity, greed! A complete & utter disregard for the victims and families of those raped, robbed, or murdered by the shits they have pathetically freed from prison. No shame or guilt! They are worse than criminals! – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
I slept a bit better last night once I got off. Rose removed the night bag and required the services of the Porcelain Throne. I could tell this was going to be an evacuation of a differing style from the last few day’s events. The rumbling innards could actually be felt, and I suspect, had I good hearing, would have been heard, as well! The repeated refilling of the WC tank is taking it out of me. Can you believe it? Constipation Konrad has been crushed by the return of Trotsky Terence! Three visits in an hour – no doubt more to come. – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
The sessions started very early. Each one was a slurpy, messy spitting-it-out job. Pebble-dashing the porcelain, my bum, and somehow it even sprayed the legs this time. On the rebound, mayhap? Hehehe! On the third one, the floor copped for a few sprinkles as well. It may have been in the morning, but it was a nightmare cleaning up and refilling the tank with buckets of water from the kitchen. I was about buggered by the third session! Now, I’d like to take the time to give some advice on ablutionalisationing in the shower. I genuine tip or two to help prevent what happened to me.
On the right is the object I head-butted when the carbolic soap shot from my fingers, and I bent down, holding onto the grab rail to retrieve it. You may be partially sighted as I am, but here’s a little tip. (I just washed mine as well; Little Inchie, Hahahah!) In the event that you followed my tip last year, here’s the thing to remember if you can: I mentioned keeping your good arm on the bar at full length – what I missed off last time was: Do not let the arm slip off of the grab bar – especially when you on the way down to retrieve your carbolic bar of soap. Just a tip, as contacting your forehead with the corner of the power box is likely to damage it; doesn’t do your forehead much good either.
I decided not to use the grey bucket for emptying the pouch in. From here on, until the toilet has been mended, I’ll keep it full of water in the bathroom to make it easier when I use the WC to start the refilling trudge from the kitchen to the wet room. Blown if it doesn’t look like rain coming on through the kitchenette window? A little glum view. Did the Vitals, and I made up the graph. Not a thought in my head about my having done both recordings in the morning, missing off the PM one. Sad! As I was putting the kettle on and dropping the tub of Glengettie teabags on the floor, as I gingerly rose up, the wind could be heard, even by me, and rain poured down. who called earlier after the second visit to the . It was he who fetched the medications and night bags for me; bless him. came later on. She said she was busy and didn’t stay long. As she was leaving chimed out, called, “Someone to see you”, and departed.
It was our local councillor, Dr Nayab Patel. Asking if I had any problems. She said in a manner and tone that told me immediately that she’s already asked many others and regretted it! Poor gal! I told her how I appreciated what the council provide. This pleased her. her fellow Councillor, who’d been in to see Josie at the same time, was ringing my door buzzer to rejoin her. Well, that went well, I thought.
The rain had stopped, and the blue sky with clouds appeared. An absolute total pareidolia’s delight! Do you see the open hand and fingers to the left of this cloud? Bootiful!
From the left window, I can see seashells in this cloud, whelk shells maybe? And some of the fingers that are overlapping from the right window picture? Also, there’s an animal head in there somewhere?
Oche bejesus, I forgot to put these on the right in. From the 20 minutes only of wind and rain falling! Top through the right window kitchen, second through the left one. The second from the left window. Then the bottom one through the bottom narrow window, really close-up to it. The rain spots came out looking decent?
Carer Carol-Ann, then Sam called… or, it may have been the other way around? The pouch emptying was done in a disposable pot so as to keep the water in the wee-wee bucket available for the non-working WC duties and refilling the water tank. Only been two more visits up to now. But I had to remember to keep an eye on the level. 200 max fit into the bowl.
Well, I do declare! – It looks like the leg geyser papules are trying to come back? Amusingly, again with or in a face shape? Not as funny as the first time. I might end up with a map of the moon? Or perhaps just one giant geyser papule? Hehehe!
Got some tomatoes and imitation bacon bits in the saucepan. Then I ferreted around in the freezer and found some vegan sausages, can’t read the date on the packet… , but I’m sure I will be okay. You can put that on my funeral plaque. “But he was sure he’d be okay” Hehe!
Get the nosh done next. There’s no doubt about it; this was not one of my best efforts at making a meal. I thought I’d added my usual extras and flavourings to the dish as well. The best I can grant for the Flavour Rating is 4.2/10. Shame! Maybe the sausages were out of date after all? The bread was nice, though.
Washed the dots… erm… pots and then actioned the activities. Which were messy; almost liquid again. But at least it was all over with one splattering of the porcelain. Then the task of fetching water from the kitchen to refill the water tank on the W.C. No problems with it this time. Cleaned up the wet room, then into the kitchenette to make sure things were alright, and boy, what a night view! Lovely it was!
I hobbled to get the camera and took these shots over the next ten minutes or so.
The bottom one reminded me of a sci-fi film with a visit from aliens meeting. Can’t recall the name, but it was good, and the dark cloud seems to rise from the ground made me think of the film. The one where the Americans were talking to the invaders with lights and sounds? I’ll have to look it up.Nope, can’t find it… Tsk! Minutes later, it looked like this on the right. This a perfect photograph and scene for any of the pareidolia lovers who might be reading this blog.
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.
ANOTHER BAD NIGHT KIP That is only to be expected, mind you. The geyser-like papules had to keep being dried, Anne Gyner was bothersome again and with no catheter night bags available, the little day pouch had to be emptied a few times. I hope the prescriptions arrive tomorrow. (Mind, I’ve been saying this for the last two Sundays!) Will the Finasteride tablets come? Not a cat-in-hells chance of getting rid of until they do. Then I’ve to take the entire course of them, however long that will be. Then the plan is, as long as I can pass urine myself, if so, for the district nurses to take out the catheter. But if I can’t pass, the only other option is a permanent catheter to be fitted. That is not a pleasant thought. Then again, will I ever get the tablets? They were ordered three weeks ago! Hey-Ho! The water-spouting papules still had the face pattern to them this morning. I think a new one coming up has given my face lips now! Har-har!
Another mystery photo was taken?
Grand colour urine this second emptying!
Belated first mug of tea. Took this to show you the dank weather
Today had three visits. All messy! Carer Rahmat came for the first two visits. Got the ablutions done after her first visit. Did it in less than two hours. No cuts, shaving, no bleeding teeth, no Whoopsies or Accifauxpas.
Then (It had to happen with me feeling smug, of course), I went to make a brew, and I just had to take a photo of the new flowering tree over the way, which is coming on a treat.
The kettle boiled, and I got the brew made. Turned to take another photo and realised I’d left the window open. Ouch! I head-butted the edge of the frame.
An hour or so later, the sun was doing its best behind the thick clouds t
Amazingly, what seemed like minutes later…
The clouds broke. It was probably hours later cause I was busy losing the battle with the computer, which is doing the oddest of things of its own accord!.
Tea-time Carer Charly or Rihanna arrived at 20:40hrs. They’ve been struggling today; bless ’em. Gave me the medications and took a snap of my head-butting the window frame result.
What a Plonker!
Got the meal served up.
Last of the imitation meat, thank heavens. Taste: 7/10. Not good at all, this. But all the other the ingredients were okay.
Only one papule is still leaking tonight; all the others seem to be dwindling into the ether as fast as they came on.
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But don’t let fool you. It was horrendous!
When I say horrendous, it wasn’t all horrible; there were about ten minutes of near-contentment around 13:00hrs.
The promise of the medications about to arrive was soon demolished.
About a third of them came. But no Catheter night bags, and the new tablets for the Prostate reduction, failed to make it.
So, the night is going to be another one of agony.
Another promise of the rest of the things to arrive tomorrow; I’m not too hopeful of fruition after waiting for a fortnight. No Warfarin, but I do have a few left. No INR nurse arrived to take the blood for testing. No DVT nurse came for the vein draining. Heard nothing about the next brain scan. The after-stroke & falls team have not appeared for a few weeks. I’m out of the cream for Little Inches’ fungal lesion.
And I’ve had a tumble in the kitchen. Hands and knees job back to the front room, knocking the bottles of spring water off of the ottoman en route… with one of them landing right on my Onychovryotosis (ingrowing toenail). Slipped using the arm of the c1966. charity shop bought, second-hand, wincingly grotty, beige coloured, not working, crumb-covered from the nocturnal nobbling, itch-making, uncomfortable, virus breeding, easy-to-fall-out-of recliner, to get back up on my feet. Had to sit down for a while.
The Carer gals had done their best for me.
But there is always that feeling; ‘What next!’ There’s always something going wrong. Now it’s emails from Grammarly telling me my renewal has been refused, but not why. Is it another con job?
Depression is a constant in my life now!
Still, the Matron called to see me. She’s been asked to by the Doctor, who was worried about me? Now that’s new and nice! I mentioned the lack of medications, night bags for the catheter, and the odd sensations that overcome me at times. The problems with mail, email and the computer, not being able to get onto online banking to sort things out; and no help available with these issues. At least, I think I mentioned these difficulties to Matron. If not, I meant to.
Now 23:45hrs, and I’m up to here in the blog. Tired, smelly, worried, half-out-of-it, and so hungry. Nowt new here then… – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
A night of with the odd bother from tormenting ensuring that I seemed to spend longer awake than asleep. I gave up trying around 05:00hrs.
The urine looks darker than it really was when I emptied the pouch.
No change in the ankles.
No chance of any cloud pareidoliaing this morning. White cars rule in the car park.
Jimminee, the colour of the wee this time was almost perfect. And I was passing a lot, too!
The computer on! Made an order for Asda for next week. And signed up for the Delivery pass, which should save me a little. Went for the cheaper one, so I have to book orders for Tue-Wed-Thur each time to get it free.
The urine is getting a move-on today. Lovely colour too!
Wonderful clouds this afternoon!
During the day, I had Carers Kara, Domestic Denise, Carer Josef, and Carer Carer Sam, who brought the part-medications for me; bless her. And bless Carer Carolynne, who looked at the computer problem for me. No decision was made or action was taken; mind you, she didn’t have the time.
Went to check on the spuds in the slow cooker. Not sure how I took this photo?
Matron arrived. As I said earlier, whatever I could remember about the medicationalistical situation, I passed on to her. Got a student with her.
Hahaha! The wee kept on coming! A good thing, methinks?
Overcast as the rain stopped, I took this picture. Not very good, is it? Tsk!.
It’s gerrin’ a better colour as the night comes on! Great!
Nosh Served Up
The potatoes were slow-cooked with sea salt & vinegar. Can if garden peas, and a first for me, never tried them before, imitation fish goujons, with a cob or two. Followed by the cheapest of yoghourts, flavoured with some lemon curd mixed in. (Nice!) The vegan batter on the goujons was okay; the content of them was, well… tasteless! Disappointing, shan’t bother with them again. Overall, a flavour rating of 6.2/10.
Left the pots in the sink soaking and got my head down. Colin Cramps gave me a break, and even Anne Gyna onlywoke me up with her stabbing pains about six times. The tiny day catheter pouch Still none of the larger night bags delivered); let me know it needed emptying twice. As you can see by the top Ode, Dementia Doreen gave me an odd dream to use in the rhyme. Bless her!
May you find fun and festivities & have fantastic future feasts frequently!
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – Found this little gem above on the web… – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – Introduction – – – – – – – A day of great disappointments and frustrations The Throne visits again in control of Trotsky Terence, which meant hours spent filling the bowl with water from the kitchen to refill the WC tank that is not refilling on its own. I’ll not mention owt about the telling-off and final warning. The catheter bag’s valve opened on its own accord. Hours spent cleaning up the carpet and freshening things. Then the dreaded Blue Screen returned on the computer. No idea how I got it going again… but it’s not a happy computer at all. Told me to reinstall Windows! Not the foggiest idea of how to do it, and didn’t have the original password for when the computer was first activated, so couldn’t even try! I’m lost here, just waiting for the final death knell to come. EQ tells me it’s on the way. Then I slipped on the plastic sheet I’d put down on the wet-cleaned carpet and hit my chin on the cabinet on the way down. Getting up was not easy. Ten minutes ago, I dropped my pen at my feet. Could I find it? No! Got the torch and went down on one knee – HA! Great… ~I’d forgotten about the damned catheter bag, and I thought I’d been lucky it had not burst. Searched for the pen with the torch, but no sign of it, then again with my eyes? As I got up… I realised that the valve was open again, and wee-wee was trickling down the leg into the slipper again! So, no time for owt fancy, here’s all I had time for, bunging the photos on, and that took me until gone midnight! Grumph! – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
Sunday. Constantly refilling.
Carer Sam returned the laundry for me and put it away. Bless her.
Asda Delivery. No Galaxy chocolates for the gals, no daffodils, no hocks and the flipping kitchen towels have gone up for the third time this year! Huh!
Urine was back to a good shade!.
This is where I must have caught the catheter valve.
The seasonings look well stocked.
Late nosh. Carer arrived as I plated the nosh. She added the night bag, gave me medications and left me to eat the meal. Bless her! Not brilliantly baked spuds, but the vegan sausages tasted great. The peas and beetroot were fine. But the tomatoes were a letdown, really bitter. Taste-Rating: 6.6/10.
And to finish… 🎵 I thank the Lord, that I possess… more than my share of happiness! 🎵
