Woke up and removed the pouch. The feet looked even better this morning.
Morning view. .
Off to the . The usual struggle is to get the water to refill the non-working W.C. tank. The latest date for an ETA for a plumber is now in July. Goes without saying, but was agonistic.
Blood Pressure etc., was taken. Far too high! Cara Kara or Jodie? Assessed the urine as a grade 4. And put some Phorpain Gel on my back for me.
Visit Two. Sorted the waste bags. Cartoons were done for the blogs.
Front car park.
During which, thee Cares Called. (In the log book) I’d finished and posted the Tuesday blog. (It had been posted) I’d acquired a burn mark on my right knuckle. (No idea?) The balcony door had been opened? (No idea?) I must have started the meal prepping. I’d opened a can of beans and added some of the Latvian garden peas, and a bottle of Borscht was also been used, added to the saucepan with the last of the fresh vegetables. All together with, I assumed, some BBQ sauce added. Found this photo on the SD card. Unfortunately, along with five frames that could not be read by the computer or CorelDraw in the morning. Format Not Recognised? I think the blanks covered about four hours or more.
Got the potatoes in the oven, nice and crisp and warmed up the beetroot soup with extra peas, vegetables, beans and seasoning. Cracking Good Taste!
A new called twice tonight. Rubbed some Phorpain gel into my back for me.
After he’d gone, I either fell into a deep sleep or
Mind Blank came on.
Woke up at 04:40hrs.
Evening Gloom. But with some fantastic Pareidoliaising opportunities within. See anything?
The Meal Beetroot hand-grenade hard beetroots. Despite this, I give this effort a. 8.8/10 Taste-Rating!
Vegan ice cream with Raspberry Juice Lovely!
A Quick Run Down
Up 06:30hrs. The night pouch was removed. One – Messy, So Messy! kicked off due to the carrying of water from the kitchen to W.C. She kept me tended to for the rest of the day. Painfully! (Just two more visits. Computer started. Carer Richard called.
MIND BLANK Not the foggiest of what took place over the next six hours! Carers had signed in on their register… I’d acquired a decent bruise on my arm and was giving me a good shaking. I was sat at the computer at the time, but could not see anything I didn’t know about on the screen? Had I nodded off? No, the Carer would have woken me? Was it the Mysteries of Woodthorpe Court, with the hobgoblins, spectres, gnomai, phantasms, ghosts, the grotesque succubae, extraterrestrials, ectoplasms, spirits, or the Fata Morganas, that have been sent to taunt, irritate and terminate my already limited saneness of mind?. Or, ? I recall new Carer Candie waking me up.
And later, Carer Josef when I was well into a session. .
I woke around 05:00hrs. The toes were tingling for some reason. Took this snap of them, and promptly delved back into the land of nod.And very nice it was too. I dreamt of things that I can no longer do! I emerged back into consciousness, it was around 06:00hrs. Oddly I could… well, smell a sweet sickly scent sort of aroma. I soon found out what the cause was. Humph! A melted block of milk chocolate had dissolved into the dressing gown on my chest, and it had run down onto and over my rather generous-belly and set rock hard on the skin and left nipple! I got the gown off and tried to clean off the chocolate, to no avail. Then decided to get the ablutions done and do the same to the chocolate stuck-rigid on my chest. I did get it off; but lost many of the few chest hairs left along with removing it. Unfortunately, the needed rear-end activity. had a ball with the session. Which left me with the job of cleaning everything up. Then, having to refill the water tank from the bin and bowls, I’d readied and refilled them from the kitchenette sink tap. In the first hour of being up and about, I needed three visits. All wet, spluttery affairs, and needing my water carrying while using a walking-stick skill. Which I can assure you, annoyed for than she’s ever been. I just had to take some extra painkillers, although they say I shouldn’t.
They, being the many medical personages. If you knew the agony she giving me, you’d understand me taking them.
The urine was colour 4 on the NHS scale, the same as it was yesterday. On the bright side, the feet were not swelling up so much, Although they were sore with all the walking and carrying the water so many times to and from the kitchen to the wet room. I did the Health Checks and got a bit of a shock. SYS 162/DIA 66! Come think of it, though, all the refilling of the water tank, most likely had a hand in it. Did another one later; it was down a lot then.
I made a brew of Glengettie tea. Seemed a good idea to me. Hehehe! Took this shadowy shot from the kitchenette window. Not very good, is it?.
I got the computer on, and Carer Samantha arrived. I mentioned the pain coming from , and asked if she could rub in some of the Phorpain Gel for me. Which she did, bless her. Told her I’d already taken a painkiller, so I took no Paracetamols. I must remember to ask whoever comes tonight to do the same for me again. I’ll be eight weeks – two months, after notifying them before the plumber arrives.
Back to blogging, and…
So, I went to make a brew of Thompson Punjana tea, and make a pot of Porridge to have while waiting for Smoke & Mirrors man, Mr Fries, the Liberty-Global – Virgin Media mogul & head-honcho, to get his Internet working again. Of course, it will not bother him in the slightest with the money he’s earning – well, getting!
Over the next hours, I had time to get some suitable for any pareidolia freak like myself to enjoy, was taken.
Wheels within wheels?
Clouds chasing clouds?
Then the rain came!
Thw high Son… or Sun got through the clouds. Ocean waves?
The darkness develops?
From the balcony!
Hello, it’s drizzling again.
End car park from the balcony. Through the window.
To the kitchen to see the. progress on the local house workings.
Decisions, decisions! The early evening Carer called. It was Józef. I remembered to ask him to Phorpain gel . Which he gladly did. Bless him.
Started to prep the evening meal. Boczek, peas and out-of-date chips. But we’ll see. Back in the A.M. to finish off. TTFN.
Well, What a busy day today. Mostly through my cock-ups over food shopping. I’ll put it in today’s (Thursday) blog – if I ever get it started, that is. Hello! The rain started!
15:20hrs, and have only just got around to finishing this one. This is not how envisaged my growing old, you know. Hehehe!
Got the meal sorted and served it up nice & early. Taste-Rating 7.6/10. Then I commenced to get the pots washed and the sink area cleaned up….
So many things went wrong at the same time, I’m not sure I can remember them all, let alone what order they befell me!. ❶ I think the first . was taking the bowl out of the sink and losing my grip on it. ❷ I tried to grab it, and the flipping plastic tore, making me drop it again properly if you know what I mean. ❸ The contents of the bowl were citric acid, bleach and washing-up liquid. (I’d been soaking the saucepan that I burnt yesterday) ❹ Which covered my dressing gown, torso, legs and feet. ❺ I was faffing about trying to get the floor dried and realised that the PPs, were thoroughly soaked and started to disintegrate before my very eyes! Falling down at my feet! ❻ The leg straps began to squeeze the top and bottom. I abandoned the kitchen and went into the wet room to make sure that Little Inchie and his inserted tube were affected, and hosed down the body sharpish. ❼ Cause things were beginning to sting a bit. ❽ As I turned to replace the shower head, started giving me what-for when I twisted the back. I got fresh pants on, and a clean dressing gown, and went back to the kitchen. ❾ Arrgh!I’d left the tap running! Painfully got the floor and sink tided, and went to fill the kettle. ❿ After dropping it, and cleaning up that mess, I found it would not work! My language even made me cringe!
I was woken by the arrival Carer, and I tested my body for signs of my current favourite ailment attacks. I’d barely moved in 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; the moment I tried to lift a foot off of the chair…
Heavens above! The feet and toes were swollen with liquid. Under the toes, it was agony to stand, let alone hobble anywhere. My balance was all over the shop, too. So I took the medications from the Carer and enjoyed a little natter.
An amazing coloured sky this morning. Not a good light for taking photographs, though.
I did my bestest and tried a couple of times; this is the better of the two.
The was needed as the chap departed. So, I decided to get them done after the battle against the not-working/refilling W.C. water tanks, and hits mornings struggle was one of the worse in the two weeks that the plumbing mechanism was reported to Nottingham City Homes. For sure had returned! Talk about resistance! I had to keep painfully urging things along repeatedly; the worst was when the concrete torpedo was half evacuated, and things stopped moving for a while. Arrgh! I feared something was going to rip open! It must have taken half an hour to get it out, with a thud and splashing water – followed by complete and utter relief! Thank Gawed that the evacuation was out without any injuries; they were the odd specks of blood, but that’s to be expected. The most thing was that were not too painful at all. The first mystery of many today! Having achieved this first mission, the Dangerous one remained, collecting the water to refill the non-working water W.C. tank.
Not easy, especially with carrying the walking stick and the state of the feet and toes. OF course, my E.Q. knew what was… likely to happen, and it did. On the last trip, , along with a flash of ‘s attention at the same time; just as I was going into the wet room. I lost my grip on the bucket but managed to throw it inside the wet room and avoided a mess in the hallway. I decided to get washed and shaved in the wet on the floor, in case I had any more , and save having to clean and dry things twice. An unexpected touch of logic there from the old chap?.
A Work of Art No, that’s not what I mean… FARCICAL-MAYHEM That’s better!
Approx. 08:00hrs; I was going to do the teeth first. But another mystery arose; I just could not find the toothbrush? Had I thrown it in the bin yesterday? Or put it in my dressing gown pocket?
So, now teggie cleaning today! I totally forgot about using the shower and set about, with the aid of Dettol, Carbolic soap, nail brushes, flannels and the picker upperer, to have a stand-up scrubbing down… which was not easy at all. What with the extra-long tube on , trying desperately not to catch and pull the tube, then remembering to dry the pouch again without pulling at it and having a blood flow from poor little Little Inchies, vulnerable . Naturally (almost), I tugged the tube drying behind the pouch, and the blood flowed onto the wet floor. I just carried on. It was a watery mess in there anyway, and I will get it sorted later.
Then, the SHAVING… I bet you expected me to tell you of all the cuts and haemoglobin flowing down, taking a circular route down my bloated belly, and joining the blood flow coming from poor Little Inchies ever most bothersome Fungal Lesion? You’d be right! A dollop of liberally applied Brut aftershave soon stopped the leaks. (Not on Little Inchie, I hasten to mention, I’m not a sadist. Hehe!) Just on the chin, lip and ear lobes – I’m not sure how I cut the ear lobe in the first place. It could have been a micro-shake from , or .
I took some anti- capsules. Then, got the alert wristbands on, not forgetting the wristlet Alert Alarm. Then treated Little Inchies Fungal Lesion with plain cream as best I could. Just plonked it on and then gently winced, and that was that. Did my best to pain gel the awkward to get to try medicating. Rubbed some into the knees. Some of the ointment went on the floor, but plenty of cold water was down there to do no harm. Dried the bum well and applied copious amounts of the dearer than gold weight for weight, Germoloid Ointment. Dearer than the Germoloid Cream but much more soothing. The ear and eye drops were put in; there was a drop or two that actually got into the eyes this time! Hehehe! I got the slightly less painful to wear but very costly new Tena for Men and P.P.s. Rebanded the wristlets. Then, started Cleaning Up The Wet Room. I left at 10:00hrs. That took a long time! Longer than usual… is the cause of this farcicalness!
Ah! , on the server trolley in the wet room, naturally, obviously on one of the toes that had !
The & activities took me, I believe, a good 2hrs-10min, including the and . Oh, and the cleaning up!
The being enlarged, scaffolded house caught my immediate attention. Seeing this work reminded me of the old ‘Auf Wiedersehen’ T.V. series. Especially when the lads are working n it.
The next snap taken was to the right of the kitchen window. Displaying the flats’ balconies and the gravel footpath by the tree copse into Woodthorpe Park.
Sad, really; I used to hobble up there so often in my pre-handicapped days.
I had a moment or two of self-pity to cope with.
But I soon pulled myself out of it, sternly talking to myself. Self-disgust at me self-pitying moments. I was rather proud of that!
Then learnt out of the window as far as I dare, with a good grip on the camera loop, to take a shot of the Winwood Heights car park below Woodthorpe Court, where I dwell in hell. Hehehe! Only joking!
A confirmation call from Deep Vein Thrombosis, Anti-Coagulation Therapy, Warfarin clinic, Haematology Angel Hristina ♥, that she will be calling on me next Tuesday to take a blood sample for analysis & INR Level. Super news!
I started the computer and opened CorelDraw to add the photographs of the day. And found that several snaps had not made it onto the S.D. card… yet again!
I think the right foot was getting thinner, with less fluid content? (But this did not last long. She was soon all bloated & painful.Tsk! The keep trying to come up, but they soon disappear, but never for long? It seems that after the washing etc., in the wet room hours & hours ago, I’d put all the wristlet bands into one wrist for some reason. As I often do, I could not remember the word Dementia; as usual, I glanced at the bands on the left arm… it was not there! You’d be gobsmacked at what I did then… (I was!) I went into the wet room and searched around… no luck; I Tried the kitchen, the same result, so back into the rubbish… I mean, the front room. Then, I glanced at my other wrist as I got on the computer, still not remembering the word. . What a . My brain is !
All of the poor-quality sunset photos and the one of the meal were lost into the ether, never to be seen again! It was only chips and bread with BBQ sauce, but I enjoyed it. Taste-Rating: 6.6/10.
Ah, hang on, though. Did I really take the shot of the nosh? My admittedly unreliable, unpredictable, somewhat retention-lacking memory may just perhaps, possible, could, might be wrong here. As I recall, the late Carer called as I was about to settle to eat the meal – Yes… I may not have taken the snap, but I meant to? Being confused, apart from being an accessible mode to live in, no effort is required. You see, will take care of all that for you!
Would I have all these problems if I was born into an oligarchy?
Took me a lot of effort and pain on the first ~Porcelain Throne visit. Rock solid again, followed by a second evacuation of almost liquid gooey content. My eyes were too bad to do the crossword while waiting.
As for the feeling ‘Out-Of-It’ scenario, things were better up to now.
But when the Computer Blue screen came up, the fretting and semi-panicking returned instantly.
This encouraged further worry over the non-arrival of the medications or catheter bags. And the mind wanderings were all about the current day problems with an expectancy of losing the computer at any time.
The better earlier concentration, although not good in itself, crumbled after the blue screen came on… Cragknangles! Not a lot on today.
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The overworked Catheter day bag’s urine colour was just fine.
Even the inserted into little Inchie tube didn’t seem so much bother?
However… The Vitals readings were probably the highest they have been for a while. The combined two, I mean. I Was surprised at the SYS and DIA being so high again. Ah, well!
Clouds cross this found as the sun rises from behind the Woodthorpe Cell Block… I meant Woodthorpe Court flats. Hahaha!
The battery in the camera needed changing. The battery in the wall clock (the one that fell off of the wall) was changed as well.
A mid morning pouch emptying was a shock. A lot of dark red in there this time.
Carer Josef, Carer Sam, and Carer Carol-Anne attended up to now. (17:00hrs)
Afternoon view while the sun had retreated for an hour or so.
She was back later on, though, and she persevered for a while. Hello, Little Inchie is bleeding. Back in a bit… All stopped and fine now. Thatyointments stings but is of no bother to me. Ahem! Great balls of fire! Well Feet!
The lumps and depressions! I’m glad to report that a little bit of pareidoliaing was done with this photo. Does it not look like a thumb growing on the heel of the one on the left to you? Hahaha!
Hello, the urine has gone back to a good colour again? There will be a reason for this.
If anyone knows, can you please let me know?
I’ve decided on thick vegetable soup[ for tonight’s meal. I’ll heat up one of the brown thingamabobs in the oven… I’ll get the name shortly, bread, long, thin-shaped… Oh! Baguette, that’s it! I aim to make it with plenty of gravy to soak up with the bread. I’ll add some seasonings, mayhap a little of the soya lumps too. Slurp!
Above is the dreaded blue screen that came up on the computer. Argh!
Decent nosh under the circumstances.
Those include being miffed and pissed off. Worried, in pain and suffering from lack of sleep.
Don’t know why I said that; it’s all everyday stuff for me.
After last night’s near disaster with the computer – that resigned me to the fate of the computer’s death. I was worried stiff, and convinced that it was Kaput! Dead, finished! Now how can I get through, with no computer to order food in, get in touch with the bank (not that I can now, will have to rely on Kara to help me out once again, bless her, in getting online with the bank. Without the computer, this is mission impossible; Thus another sleepless night. Ailments kept waking me up. Doreen’s Dementia made concentration out of the question, but did it get me panicking a little… alright then, a lot! Yet this morning, things seemed back to normal with the computer? Carer Kara arrived for the first call of the day. I do love seeing her. I was going to ask her again if she fancied adopting me as a grandad… but forgot too. Humph! She changed the catheter bag for me, gave me the medications and explained about the medication cock-up with the chemist. Then she called someone about the night bag shortages. Telling me the clinic will send me some to the flat. Super-Gal!
We had a natter, and off she trotted, taking the waste bag with her.
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I was amazed and overjoyed (Naturally, this did not last long). When then the computer came on, it seemed to be operating correctly-ish. Of course, I’d lost track of where I was up to, what I had done, and what needed doing next to the blog. Although there’s nothing new about this!
The first trip to the proved to be a slight improvement on the previous day’s evacuation efforts. But worryingly, there was deep red and thick textured blood for the first time in weeks. I’m a smidgen concerned about the lack of any haematology nurses arriving for three weeks now to take some blood to analyse the INR (Warfarin) level. Has someone told them I’ve snuffed it, so I don’t need to bother? Also, I only have a part pack of Warfarin left in the medical drawer? Only one tube of Fenbid Forte, No Codeines, Paracetamol, No Lanzoprazole, No Bisoprolol (Beta-blockers), No Furesomide (Water tablets), or any Prochlorperazine tablets. Not to mention ‘s, or rather the absence of! Carer Kara rang about these for me this morning to try and get some that the chemist says he cannot get a hold of at all! This is not good! The continence team will try an alternative bag to see if these are in stock. This drawer has never been emptier. NHS problems? Pharmacy problems? Supplier problems? I’m also on the last few dregs of the Chloramphenicol Eye Drops. Thank heavens for Carer Kara’s help.
She returned later the second call and tried to get through to the bank to ask for written statements and get me online. But it was an on-hold call that the gal could not wait for, other jobs to tend to, people to be cared for. She did her best for me, but there was no answer to the calls, and she had to go through a series of questions to get through to nobody! Thanks for trying, gal! ♥ Much appreciated!
Now I can get the ablutions tended to before returning to this blog. Put the dressing gown into the laundry bag, got a new one near the wet room door, and turned on the towel airer to use later. I’ll time it again, going on at 12:25 hours. All done and cleared up by 14:00 hours: Best time this month. Is my luck changing… , I do ask some silly questions at times! “Is my luck changing?” Tsk!
16:30hrs: Going to get the early meal started now, folks.
Changed into sunglasses. I was feeling drained, nearly blind and strained. I’ll finish this in the morning. I hope!
Good Morning! Oh, dearie me… the nosh was disappointing last night. The same ready-made meal as last night, but this one had a lot of large chunks of carrots, which would typically be welcomed, but these were undercooked! Shame! Wonder what the third one (the last in the fridge) might taste like? Still, the oven-baked potato chunks were well cooked by yours truly. And the cheap yoghourt with lemon curd put in went down nicely. The best I can give for Taste-Rating for this one is 4/10.
Tried to stay awake to watch ‘Heartbeat’, but no! Carer Josef arrived and woke me up. Is there no rest in this 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? Obviously, not a lot! Josef medicated me and got off ASAP to let me fall asleep again, Bless him. I was soon back in the land of nod. Zzz!
Two-Hours later, from the door chime. I burst awake with a jolting, jarring, buffeting, twitching, and finally fluttered back into a semi-imitation wakefulness. Most reluctantly! But suddenly, sleep was of no interest. For it was Carer Carolynne who’d arrived. She gave the medications and checked the taps (faucets), and the stove was not left on. A little mini natter and laugh were enjoyed, and off she trotted on her missions. Could I get back to sleep? NO! Despite my mind and body demanding that I get more shut-eye, the brain and/or Sweet Morpheus denied me! Hours later, I did drift off and swiftly (it felt to me) went into a dream where Grizelda and I were on a big fairground wheel – snuggling up! Great!
Then, damn it… the kicked in. AARGH! Was I ropeable, furious, fuming, piqued, irritated, narked, depressed, or fed-up? YES! Was I once again in pain? YES! Was I suicidal? NO!
I feel my future, limited as it is, could be Panglossian
In a detrimental, foolishly-optimistic, unpropitious way…
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.
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.
Sun got through.
Evening sunset of sorts.
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.
Computer Problems again today… It makes me want to run away, I am in utter bemusement and dismay… Baffling errors and inarticulacy… Is Doreen’s Dementia getting at me? Or is it my ignorance and fatuity? I’m drained; I’ve no willpower or tenacity... Oh, for some peace and simplicity!.
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On waking up. A positive bad ‘7’ level, methinks! And the outflowing wee-wee really stinks! Emptying it, I had a Dizzy, & pain in the knee joints, The voices in my head… all ginks!
The morning view… was rather blue
I’d decided, as the Urine colour was so high on the chart. I thought it would be a good idea to drink more fluid, other than tea. I tempted myself to try the no-alcohol Bud drink. I wish I’d got more in now, it was very nice!
Went to get the ablutions sorted out. It took a while! During this, I had three decent shaving cuts, dropped a razor three times, and utilised the Porcelain Throne three times! Damned messy evacuations they were, as well!
Got the dressing gown and a shirt top on and hobbled into the kitchenette. With no tablets got yet from the chemist, or delivered, were coming on again.
Made a brew of Glengettie. Took these snaps of the strange lighting this morning.
Carer Kara ♥ had a go at the computer problems for me. I kept finding new ones after the gal had gone. Spent far too many hours struggling with the issues. None solved as such, but somehow or other, I’ve got it going, although with difficulty and new problems. In a pickle with this!
Got some great photographs of the odd afternoon clouds with the Sun suddenly getting through. Pareidolia’s delight! What was the mouse? Has a map on it seconds later? Fantastic wider shot! A close-up of the sun.
Carer Sam then Kara called ♥
Another horrendously messy Porcelain Throne session. These Loperamides are not as good as the Pharma ones were at helping stop the liquid evacuations.
Mistakes computing, a long, long mind-blank, and seemed as if I had just woken up – but had not been sleeping? Erm...
Carer Joseph arrived. And after he’s departed, I~ sat down and did nod off this time. Woke to see these beauties in the sky…
More Pareidolia’s delight! Seem’s the sun is spewing out a monster… Can you see this? Or is it just me? A Genie, mayhap? Hehehe! An eagle above? The Eagle cloud close-up! It seems that the dark clouds are trying to extinguish the sun?
Gave up making errors and mistakes and getting all frustrated
doing this blog. Only got a little done anyway. Have to finish it
in the morning. And got the potatoes in the oven and seasoned the veg in the veg in a saucepan. Getting tired but hungry…
I burnt the same spot on the hand as I did last week, taking the tray of spuds out of the oven.
Nice meal! Made too much again. (I often do that?)
Odd slippers? This was thanks to the valve on the catheter pouch going into self-determining mode – and pouring out the urine into my slipper yet again. Mor cleaning up and freshening are required. Humph!
The carer told me I was running out of medications again. Carer Josef said he’d inform the office. Weekend, of course, so nowt to be down now.
I forgot to remind him to take the waste bags and laundry bag with him. I’ll try to remember on the next call.
Bootiful clouds were coming out when I made my next cup of Glengettie. Going a smidge dark, though?
I forgot about asking the next Carer to take the laundry & waste bags with him. I am a prisoner of Dementia Doreen!
The new day catheter, with the ‘Dodgy’ loose valve trigger, at least had some b