Wednesday 30th June 2021: Diary, graphics, photographicalisations, and the odd ode.

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Wednesday 30th June 2021

Mysterious Awakening!

I must have been relatively 'with-it' when I first woke up. For I later found some, which had been neatly written on the pad on the ottoman for me. I used these to help me find what I'd been up to! However, what took place in the first hour or so of wakefulness remains in part and vague mystery to me.

It seems I woke at 05:00 hours, feeling hazy. Got the computer on, made a brew, and made up some waste bags; before utilising the Porcelain Throne, the only description of the session was 'bad'?

Then, I recall finding these two pictures I'd taken on the SD card. A view from last night and a photo of the meal that I cannot remember making or eating? 

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Memory Blanks!

It shouldn't be a laughing matter, but somehow I can see the humour in this situation. I should feel sombre or morbid about it, I suppose?

I anticipate that things will worsen with my vascular dementia and expect not to recognise these things eventually. That, I admit, I'm am a little scared of.

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a new carer, Carol, called

I was feeling a lot better now, but not entirely with it still. I thought the lady had called before, and I made a fool of myself.

As Cathy sorted the medications, stuttering Stephanie was a nuisance, and she was thorough and asked if I'd had anything to eat yet. I wish I'd said yes in reply now, instead of " I can't remember!" A lovely natured gal, she listened to whatever I was saying, whatever that was.

 

I assume I mentioned the new can opener because I found us both in the kitchen, and she got it set up, working for me. ♥

Opened a tin of peas and put them in a saucepan. Bless her.

 A shame, but within seconds of the gal leaving, having been thanked graciously, what had taken place had not been too fully logged into the brain box. Worried me a tad! I'm sure we spoke of some other topic, but I have no certainty about that. I do know that I felt uplifted after Carol's visit. I think I started to sing to myself? ♥ 

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Facebooking, Emailed Blog Link

Unequivocally, I was suffering again from a lack of concentration. The mind sort of meandering along without much in the way of concern for any consequences?

But, I believe things are less bothersome than they were earlier on? Of course, this can be a form of blind hopefulness.

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Searched The Local News

I opened the Your Area Emagazine to see if owt interesting was going on locally.

Not all good news, is it!

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Skullclogglebonks!

Virgin Media Down Again!

Grunglebogknickers!

Pickleglobknobs!

Granglesbognessbuggerit

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Got the Nosh Prepped

I was angry, fuming, pissed-off, had enough, and in a Liberty-Global, Virgin Media Internet hating mood, like never before!

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Fell Asleep After Eating

Woke up after an hour or so and realised that I had not needed or taken a wee-wee for hours! Funny what you worry about, innit?

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The Carer Is Due Soon

I had a drink of orange juice and got on with updating this blog. Added the labels and made a start on a new template.

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Late Hazy Sunshine

So, I took two photos from the balcony. Oh, and I threw in a rare shot of me, almost laughing! The end of Chestnut Walk and the new car parking spaces being built.

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Evening Ode

So, good luck remains vastly overdue,

Many happenings today, that I rue,

Memory loss, and Colin Cramps, Ooh!

Made a meal, a nice chilli stew...

Sadly that was dropped on the floor too!

Took hours to make it - Whoopsiedangleplop!

Thankfully, it wasn't cordon bleu,

A new carer, one of the kind few,

I walked into a door; the bruise turned blue,

Phorpain gel and tablets, what a todo!

As a character on TV said, 'Yabbadabbadoo!'

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Carer

Care Pamela (I think) arrived at 18:40hrs. She was looking tired, bless her.

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Whoopsiedangleplop!

I'm not sure why or how, but I had missed putting in the results of the Health Checks I made early this morning?

Probably, possibly, mayhaps, conceivably, perhaps, feasibly or debatably, due to the funny turn I had on waking up, I suppose.

I'll try my best to avoid having such a spasm again in the morning.

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Updated & Posted This Blog To Blogger

It was a bogger for this blogger. I had Shaking Shaun visit me! The bugger!

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I woke up several times during the night and nodded off again. Eventually getting up around 0445 hrs.

To the WC and boy did the haemorrhoids bleed, passing was painful.Made a cuppa and took my medications. Then checked the calendar diary to make sure I knew what I was to do today. Not that I'll remember later mind, so I wrote the jobs down.

• Walk into Sherwood and catch a bus to the City Hospital and the GUM clinic for a check-up on 'Little Inchy'.

• Chemists to collect the trunkload of prescriptions. Hehe!

• Back to the flat for 1400 hrs. Joel from Occupational Therapy is calling to see me some time after 1400hrs; I have to sign some paperwork?

• If time; Get some potato cakes.

Going to be hard sorting out the timing to get everything in order thinks. Then I got Blogger going and a Big - I say Big... Whoopsiedangleplop occurred!

I opened the Sunday diary to finish it off and managed to lose the whole post! Not sure how I did it, but I couldn't get it back!

Realising I had lost all that work, and couldn't remember what it was I'd written or had happened annoyed me somewhat!

So I set about doing this diary and decided to recall what I could of the dream I wrote about yesterday. 

Luckily the graphicalisation of the dream I'd done was still available on my hard drive and reminded me of some bits of it.

Duncan Robertson, my cyber friend, had called to see me. He came in and threw me over the flat's balcony, came down and picked me up and took me back to the apartment, then threw me out again!

His lobbing me out of the flat he repeated for hours and hours.

I wish I could remember more of this dream. In the dairy for Sunday that I lost, I'm sure I did eight paragraphs or more about it.

Something humourous happened as he left me in his car, but can I remember what now? No! 

Tsk!

It took me many hours getting that diary for Sunday how I wanted it too; Very vexatious.

I still had the photograph on my drive, of the weather viewed from the kitchen window. I recall being pleased watching the dogs with their wagging tails walking their owners out in the snow, and hoping when I had to go out this morning that the snow will have cleared a bit.

I set about doing this diary but found many things awkward to get right.

Now I remember why I went on to using Wordpress. But that will not let me use the old editor, and I can't get used to using their new one. Tsk!

Last night's nosh was superlative. Potato cakes, Anya potatoes, crisp chips, beetroot with orange peel, carrots, garden peas and Smoked kippers in vegetable sauce with Irish Sour bread.

Followed by a mini pot of ice-cream.

Had to give this one another high score rating, 9.55/10.

Nearly 0600 hrs now. I must get a good wash and treat 'Little Inchy' in readiness for my visit to the GUM clinic at the City Hospital.

Made sure I'd got my camera, bus-pass, crossword book, pen, cash and mobile phone in my pockets.

I got the three bins emptied and bagged up ready to take to the chute on my way out later.

I feel confident I will not forget this task. (Ahem).

Toyed with trying to get into the old editor on Wordpress, and attempted to get back the lost Blogger Diary - had no luck with either!

Got a wash and brushed up, tended to the haemorrhoids that were bleeding rather a lot this time.

Little Inchy? No blood whatsoever! Hurrah!

Then got me looking presentable, and checked on the internet for the times of the 40 bus. 1005hrs and 1035hrs it said.

So I got a move on (of sorts) and down and walked to the bus stop in plenty of time for the 1005hrs bus. Arrived at the stop by 0950hrs.

Stood there for 35 minutes before a bus came. 

Had I read it wrong?

Had the timetable changed?

Tsk!

Eventually, it arrived, and I was at the hospital shortly and in plenty of time for my appointment.

Booked in, and got on with doing the crossword book.

They called me in for my eleven o'clock appointment at 1135hrs!

The lady and the student who took me into a room said, after looking up my paperwork ad computer read-out; "We'd better get a doctor to see you, hang on here and we'll get one for you"?

After a while, a doctor came in and asked me all about my problem again.

He then took me into a treatment room and had a ponder at 'Little Inchy'. He was kind enough not to laugh.

After a few minutes, he advised me to carry on with the same treatment.

So, out to catch the bus into Carrington to get me the large bag of medications.

The coat zip got stuck as I went out into the cold.

Double Tsk!

I called into the launderette next door to the chemist and had a chinwag with Grizelda.

She took a hammer to the coat zip and got it freed for me. Bless her. I gave her some nibbles and my thanks.

Out to the Lidl store and bought some cheese cobs and pots of porridge.

Then out to the bus stop and waited.

And waited.

Got on into Sherwood and walked up and over the hill and into Woodthorpe Grange Park, as I'd just missed the L9 up to the flats.

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