Fri 4th June 2021: Inchies Graphics & Photographicalisations... & the odd Ode

 

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Thursday 3rd June 2020: Inchies Graphics & Photographicalisations & the odd Ode

 Thursday 3rd June 2020

Inchies Graphics & Photographicalisations

& the odd Ode

♥ TFZers, in a Love Bug? ♥

Thoughts in Ode

Wee-wee first...

This one took a longer than a usual wee-wee,

Went to make a brew of Glengettie tea,

Dropping the milk didn't bother me,

It didn't break, you see!

Thus, avoiding a calamity!

Wednesday 2nd June 2020: Inchies Graphics & Photographicalisations & the odd Ode

♥ TFZers... No Stage Fright Here! ♥

😄 Amazing Amazon! 😄

Tuesday 01 June 2021; Inchies Graphics & Photographicalisations & the odd Ode

♥ TFZer - Aussie Marie ♥ Lovely!

Inchies Graphics, Photographicalisations & the odd Ode

Monday 31st May 2020

TFZers having fun? Hehehe!

Good heavens, up at 01:00hrs. Because sweet Morpheus was not too keen on revisiting me. Tsk! Almost automatically, yet unthinkingly, I started doing the hand-washing the clothes. Got them done, wrung and hung above the kitchenette sink on hangars.

I noticed the tops of both feet were itching profusely. Apart from some DVT veins showing here and there, I could find no reason for this? Ah, well!

Whoopsiedangleplop!

Off to the Porcelain Throne. Which went well, no mess, no bleeding and...

No Pain! Yee-Haa! 

But, while I was squirting the toilet cleaner into the bowl, it shot off. Good job, I've got more in stock. Hehe!

Health Checks Carried out

The results were much better than yesterday morning.

Spuds in Crock-pot - Accifauxpas!

I mention this as I had a few cock-ups in carrying out this 'simple' task. I picked up the ceramic bowl and dropped it... luckily, it fell into the bowl of water in the sink! Then after getting the spuds in, I dropped the lid... Argh! Followed by a naughty word were automatically uttered. However, another stroke of good luck, well, not if you count it landing on my foot - from whence it bounced up and landed in the part-full wastebasket, so no breakages! Smug-Mode-Engaged!

I got the Ablutionisationing done.

Again, this went well. The usual dropsies, not nothing else untoward, dangerous or stupid! Smug-Mode Upgraded to Class B! Hehe!

The legs were a little more pot-marked with the Clopidogrel marks and a few new blotches.

Medications Carer Called

He could not get in, the intercom still not working, most annoying. A new to me chap, I had to go down to let him in gain. Cathy Cartilage bothering me a bit more this morning. A decent sort of bloke.

I spent five hours on CorelDraw

I kept nipping to the fodder preparing: The wee-weeing was as damned nuisance today as well, little and often. Tsk!

Josie returned the tray and pots

She didn't say anything, so I assumed she enjoyed the meal. She did think that I was looking unwell and pale - she was right!

Whoopsiedangleplop!

Decided to make Surami sticks, tomatoes, the spuds and some buttered wholemeal crustless bread... but I had to rush off for a leak again, a bit painful this time. And I got back on the computer and CorelDrawing... and forgot all about the cooking! Argh!

Afternoon Thoughts in Ode

A bit messy, mangled and mixed...

Little things were bothering me, getting to me,

My thoughts puzzling, confused and wonky,

From worry, I strove to be free,

I couldn't escape them, you see!

Concentration, fretting, unquantifiability,

Peace of mind? an unattainability,

Vulgarity, veracity, and mental verbosity,

The grey cells tormented, 

I stopped for too many a wee-wee, 

The bladder emptied with instability,

The hassle, and the very temerity,

Today, there's many an abnormality,

Likely old age, in actuality,

Gone is my awareness, and celerity,

I'll have to cope with my unreliability,

And dementia's vascularity,

Bit of a pity! 

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Fed Myself the Fodder

New buttered potatoes, Surami sticks and tomatoes. A blob of Marmite cheese and some crustless wholemeal bread. 6/10 rating.

Two-minute kips ensued

Waiting for the carer to arrive was a battle to stay awake. I must have nodded off many times, waking in a semi-panic, to check the time and hope I've not missed the chap.

Carer Arrived but...

ACCIFAUXPAS!

I'll explain: The chap didn't seem too happy when he arrived, and hearing what he was saying and getting him to understand what I said was problematical, to say the least. Facemask and a deep, unclear, muffled voice made it difficult. The man was having a hard time making out what I was saying when Stuttering Stephanie kicked off!

He read through the paperwork and eventually got the medications handed to me. Here was the unfortunate problem now...

The memory was baffled with my being so tired; I felt sure that there were too few tablets in the box. I mentioned this to the gentleman. Who assured me they were correct. So, I took them. 

Then the memory box suddenly clicked into gear. There were no Warfarin Tablets! I mentioned this to the chap, who assured me that the anticoagulants were taken in the mornings, not evenings... At first, I accepted this as being correct. After all, I do get so many things wrong or and forgotten about.

The man did check on the DVT (Deep Vein Thrombosis) paperwork, though, bless him. No apologies or acknowledgement of an error made. A shame! He then gave me the Warfarin tablets after rechecking the dosages.

As he left, he said something, and I apologised and asked twice what it was he said. An irritable third time spoken was still undecipherable; So I gave up. Hoping it was nothing significant that he was saying earlier. Thanked him, and off he went.

When I got back in the main room...

I found he's left the prescriptions detail sheet out. Fortunately, I didn't throw it away and thought to put it back in the folder for other carers, who might understand it. I hope he doesn't come again, made me a little nervous with not being able to understand what he said, and the cock-up with the Warfarin tablets just could well have been fatal for me.

No concern was shown on his behalf. An apology is not an admission of guilt. It would have assuaged my fears, at least.

The whole incident kicked off the Thought Storms when I got settled down.

I did get some sleep in (five hours), though. But had to wait for a few hours for the anxiety to de-escalate. Which meant I rose in the morning much later than usual, and everything was out-of-sync again. Humph!

Sunday 30th May 2021: Inchies Graphics & Photographicalisations & the odd Ode

 

♥ TFZer Angels in Red - Temptation looming? Hahaha! ♥

Sunday 30th May 2021

اتوار 30 مئی  2021 Urdu

Lousy nights sleep. Humph!

A foggy start to Sunday - it soon cleared

Hand washing tended to...

Started Josie's nosh with the spuds...

Porcelain Throne entertainment

Saturday 29th May 2021: Inchies Graphics & Photographicalisations & the odd Ode

HRH Lisa - I'd love to make her a brew!

Saturday 29th May 2021

Esperanto: Sabaton 29an de Majo 2021

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Woke, made tea, not a cappuccino,

The mind was all over, too & thro,

Stubbed my toe, I swore fortissimo,

Then I remembered something, though,

The Carer calls today; panic to plough!

Tried to concentrate, but I didn't know how!

Today looks like being a cow,

But I must get through it somehow!

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Mind control I lost long ago,

There is little smoothness in my mental flow,

Strom Thoughts seem to always echo,

But with helpers, I'm not going solo,

I hope, nae... pray, I can cope,

But it won't be for long, no hope...

After the visit, I may mellow,

I am a dope, a silly old fellow!

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Enough of this rambling blarney,

I'll make a mug of Gengettie tea,

See how I feel, then I'll see...

How vascular dementia is affecting me,

Will the day torment me, to a lesser degree?

Or will it be all confusion and panicky?

I expect clarity and logicality,

Both to an abscondee!

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Updated and posted the blog off

Took me about two hours to do,

But I wasn't feeling particularly blue,

I made and missed mistakes aplenty, too,

I wonder if it would help using Voodoo!

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Woke Up with Colin Cramp in the Toes

Look at the estate of the toes you see on me,

Yet after a few minutes, no worry,

Colin departed in a hurry!

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The Health Checks - Be Amazed!

I was so amazed, I nearly had a heart attack! Hehehe! 

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Got the Part-Ablutioning Done

For the period of the carers coming to ensure I take the medicines correctly, for a week or two, I imagine; means 0700 and 1900hrs, they will be calling on me, starting this morning.

This is going to be a messy job, trying my concentration, faculties and memory! I've planned to try and get the Shaving done early, have a quick wash and do the teeth before they arrive. When done, I can have a shower then. Convoluted with me having to get dressed and undressed again, but it seemed logical reasoning to me at the time; we'll see how it goes. I foolishly and unthinkingly put the long bamboo diabetic socks on after shaving. What a clot! As if it wasn't tricky enough to get into them, now I'll have to get out of them and back into 'em again when I have the shower! 

At least the shaving went well, a few dropsies, but not a single cut or nick! 

There haven't been any summoning to the Porcelain Throne yet? That's a bit worrying!

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The 7o'clock Carer Arrived

He had to ring me on the landline because the flat's Intercom was still not working again. (Well, fancy that!) I grabbed Metal-Micky and went down to let the lad in. It was difficult to hear what he was saying, even when I put in the hearing aids. Tsk!  We found that carrier with the medication and paperwork in.

The chap wet through a Q&A routine, and it seemed to me that he wasn't too content with the way things were going. He'll be a Morning Carer for the medications, he told me.

Of course, now I have to stay up until 19:00hrs, for the evening helpers, arrival. Hey-Ho!

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Ablutioning Session - Mark Two

I got the socks and clothes off. Had a darned good shower session, without any stubbed toes, knock or tumbles. Smug-Mode-Engaged!

Although getting back into the long bamboo socks was not easy or painless. And the pain-gelling and Germoliding was a real effort?

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Grappling with getting rid of the boxes.

I got the microwave out of its delivery box, split some other boxes up, and filled a couple more. Got them on the three-wheeler.

It was a heck of a job to get them safely to the lift.

I say lift because once more, one had broken down and was out of action. 👎

Also, when I got down to the ground floor lift lobby, the lights seemed a bit dim?

No sign of Robert the caretaker yet. I assumed I might be too early. So I deposited the bags and boxes near the bottle bin.

Then started to walk up Chestnut Drive to the Wardens cells.

Whoopsiedangplop!

I realised far too late in the day that it was a Saturday, not a weekday. I felt such a fool!

I searched frantically for excuses... Well, having the carer arrive may have thrown out my inner clock? The medical team never come at the weekend... No denying it, my vascular dementia is my only attenuating circumstance... but I really did feel discountenanced and flustered, all the same!

I had nosey at the completed emergency panels on the wall in the lobby.

Then in the lift and back up to the flat.

At least I'd remembered not to leave the bag of donations in the boxes I had intended to take them to the office for distribution (Just some books and DVDs). But good old VD had sent me on the mission on the wrong day. Grumph!
It came back in a few minutes later... then...

Got on with the blogging...

I spent a couple of hours making error after mistake, and Blogger buggering me up by changing the formatting, then...

Another half-hour wasted, and back online again... for five minutes!

So, I went onto CorelDraw, doing what I could without needing the internet in advance.

Porcelain Throne - Failure!

I thought things were going to move in the rear-end department... But, no! Had a go at the crossword book, picked my nose, sang a song, passed plenty of wind... but nothing moved!

On the bright side, I got the socks off, and the feet were looking in fine form!

Mind you, saying it so casually, "I got the socks off..." It was absolute agony doing so. Tsk! 

Nosh Pepped, served and eaten!

Fell Asleep

Woke.

Fell Asleep

Woke.

Updated this blog, PM Carer due anytime now...

The chap arrived, soon got the mecications sorted, and he was off - But, I could not nod-off to sleep for hours. The change in the hours are doing me no good at all, but, can't be helped.

Fell Asleep

Woke.

Fell Asleep

Woke.

Fell Asleep

Woke... Humph!

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