2025 DECLUTTERING CAMPAIGN MrsSD - The Joy of Decluttering

WickedLady4

@BlueJ94 DH bought the Malty Biscuit Brew one. Is that the one that tastes like Stroopwafel? I haven't tried it yet.

BlueJ94

WickedLady4 said:

@BlueJ94 DH bought the Malty Biscuit Brew one. Is that the one that tastes like Stroopwafel? I haven't tried it yet.

No, but im yet to try that one! 

WickedLady4

I'll let you know when I've tried it then!

suzeesu2000

Sold an item on eBay and put huge box in recycling. Not much but every little bit helps. Did another 15 minutes of photographing and description writing for tomorrows listing. Have Foodbank coming tomorrow for the reverse advent donation - have six bags waiting. Be glad to get rid as Frankie, my mischievous kitty likes licking the orange bags…not the cream ones, just the orange ones the little weirdo! 

Blue_Doggy

@Muddy_Walker I’m so glad to read your mum’s good news
@QueenJess I hope you feel much better soon
@Florenceem I’m very impressed that 111 got help to you and Mr F so quickly, and hope the backup is put in place as quickly.
 

@Liverpool_Anne I love dried fruit, too. The dried fruit I made into compôte is left over from the Christmas Crumble (deconstructed Christmas Pudding, tweaked), and making it into a compôte is to stop me mindlessly munching my way through it, which just deposits it on my hips and other places that don’t need expansion.😀 . I usually add berries to my porridge; this morning I had a bowl of my fruit mix, and my word it was sweet! I added no extra sugar, but dried fruit is terribly sugary all on its own! Porridge and nicely tart blueberries tomorrow! 🫐
 

I’m not a happy bunny🐇 today - another day of nothing done, as well as the usual house chores, I just read the first ten of what seems like zillions of pages of the house insurance renewal documents. 

I also did my supermarket order for delivery on Friday, and sorted the laundry to take to the launderette tomorrow. I had been going to do the launderette run today, and combine it with a shopping run for bits I can’t get from the supermarket, but it’s been a very dark, rainy, horrid day so I decided not to go out. I had to have the light on in the living room from lunch time onward.
 

The laundry situation in the Blue Doggy kennel is dire: my washing machine died four years ago, but half the kitchen is such a tip I can’t replace it yet (food storage and prep areas are fine, utility area is cluttered to say the least). I did buy a little twin tub machine aimed at the caravan market, but it’s not plumbed in and is heavy work. I get by with as much hand washing as I can, and washing things in the bath, but with nowhere to dry them in the winter I need the dryer at the launderette. So if I’m going to use the dryer there, I might as well use the washer there too, and get shopping bits while it’s all doing. One of these days when it’s all decluttered I’ll be able to get a new machine of my very own! 🧚‍♀️ 

BudgetingBelinda

An absolute mountain of recycling went out today. A bit of dead bird found by window and some random things all round the place decluttered as well as my work bag, which had two toothbrushes in. (Still does actually as sorted that at work?!) and a host of the most random things. I will relocate toothbrushes asap! Feeling lighter all round. 

daisy_1571

So many sindy fans   😀   we should meet and play with them - maybe a gymkhana if you find your horses machasraven 😆 🤣 😂  🐎 

Dx  

Florenceem

@Muddy_Walker - wonderful news.
I waited 2 hours and hadn't heard from the frailty team so I phoned the surgery to be told the message was passed on and I would get a call tomorrow. Then I was told a Dr would ring me - I asked which Dr - it was a very nice one but she hasn't treated Mr F,so I thought - what is the point.
Receptionist said getting into a care home takes time - patient has to be assessed etc.
So I went back to 111 - this time I got a Patrick who sounded more like a Mohammed and he kept going to get advice when I was wanting an ambulance to take Mr F to hospital which was what should have been decided by the paramedics in the morning. Eventually he said that a clinician would call me.
My SA friend told me to ring 999 as Mr F's confusion was getting worse. I was very reluctant to do this but was getting desperate.
I said that Mr F was unresponsive to me and they put him down as a cardiac arrest and sent 2 ambulances! I was so embarrassed - I hadn't mentioned chest pain or his heart on the phone.
One crew left and 2 Paramedics checked Mr F. I told them the day's events. One of the paramedics managed to speak to the nurse who had visited - she told him to phone another number - no joy there. So the paramedic phoned my Dr's surgery. Dr phoned him back - and admitted on the phone that she didn't know the patient. 
Dr said the surgery could start the ball rolling for respite care but it takes time and if I was struggling advised taking Mr F to A & E.
Off we went to the hospital - ambulances were backed up due to delay in handing over patients. Finally Mr F was put in a wheelchair and plonked in the heaving waiting room. Someone told me that people in the corridors had been there since Sunday.
Last night the hospital closed the doors to not admit anyone as there were so many people there.
We sat for 2 hours and then a nurse came to do triage. I asked how long the wait was to see the Dr - 36 before Mr F so it would be 6 hours. Mr F was not comfy in the wheelchair - didn't understand what was happening and I couldn't put him through days of sitting in a wheelchair in a corridor. 
Mr F had come to the hospital in just vest and boxers as they had got him out of bed - I thought that I would bring his clothes up when he needed them as stuff goes missing. I asked for some socks and phoned a taxi after signing a discharge form.
It was pouring of rain - the taxi pulled up and I asked the driver to help me - I said that I would pay him extra. We managed to get Mr F in the taxi and talking to the driver found that he was a nephew of someone from the next town who became a SA officer.The driver helped me to get Mr F into the house and I rewarded him for his help. I couldn't have done it on my own - out of all the taxi drivers at the company - we got this Slovakian chap - truly God sent.
I didn't know how I was going to get Mr F upstairs as he came down them in the ambulance chair. I went behind him - he nearly fell but we managed.
After I got Mr F in bed - I gave him a kiss and told him that I loved him and asked who am I? He said - nurse. My heart sank so I asked him again and he said my name.
So I have Mr F home in his own bed - given him food and a cup of tea.
I will phone the surgery and social services tomorrow if necessary.

Florenceem

Big thanks for all the support on this thread.

Mrs_Money_Penny

Florenceem said:

@Muddy_Walker - wonderful news.
I waited 2 hours and hadn't heard from the frailty team so I phoned the surgery to be told the message was passed on and I would get a call tomorrow. Then I was told a Dr would ring me - I asked which Dr - it was a very nice one but she hasn't treated Douglas,so I thought - what is the point.
Receptionist said getting into a care home takes time - patient has to be assessed etc.
So I went back to 111 - this time I got a Patrick who sounded more like a Mohammed and he kept going to get advice when I was wanting an ambulance to take Mr F to hospital which was what should have been decided by the paramedics in the morning. Eventually he said that a clinician would call me.
My SA friend told me to ring 999 as Mr F's confusion was getting worse. I was very reluctant to do this but was getting desperate.
I said that Mr F was unresponsive to me and they put him down as a cardiac arrest and sent 2 ambulances! I was so embarrassed - I hadn't mentioned chest pain or his heart on the phone.
One crew left and 2 Paramedics checked Mr F. I told them the day's events. One of the paramedics managed to speak to the nurse who had visited - she told him to phone another number - no joy there. So the paramedic phoned my Dr's surgery. Dr phoned him back - and admitted on the phone that she didn't know the patient. 
Dr said the surgery could start the ball rolling for respite care but it takes time and if I was struggling advised taking Mr F to A & E.
Off we went to the hospital - ambulances were backed up due to delay in handing over patients. Finally Mr F was put in a wheelchair and plonked in the heaving waiting room. Someone told me that people in the corridors had been there since Sunday.
Last night the hospital closed the doors to not admit anyone as there were so many people there.
We sat for 2 hours and then a nurse came to do triage. I asked how long the wait was to see the Dr - 36 before Mr F so it would be 6 hours. Mr F was not comfy in the wheelchair - didn't understand what was happening and I couldn't put him through days of sitting in a wheelchair in a corridor. 
Mr F had come to the hospital in just vest and boxers as they had got him out of bed - I thought that I would bring his clothes up when he needed them as stuff goes missing. I asked for some socks and phoned a taxi after signing a discharge form.
It was pouring of rain - the taxi pulled up and I asked the driver to help me - I said that I would pay him extra. We managed to get Mr F in the taxi and talking to the driver found that he was a nephew of someone from the next town who became a SA officer.The driver helped me to get Mr F into the house and I rewarded him for his help. I couldn't have done it on my own - out of all the taxi drivers at the company - we got this Slovakian chap - truly God sent.
I didn't know how I was going to get Mr F upstairs as he came down them in the ambulance chair. I went behind him - he nearly fell but we managed.
After I got Mr F in bed - I gave him a kiss and told him that I loved him and asked who am I? He said - nurse. My heart sank so I asked him again and he said my name.
So I have Mr F home in his own bed - given him food and a cup of tea.
I will phone the surgery and social services tomorrow if necessary.

Oh Florenceem So sorry you both had to go through all that stress at home and then at the hospital. So glad the lovely taxi driver helped you. Mr F is better safe at home in his own bed than in awaiting room at the hospital. I remember when my Dad was I’ll and I asked him who I was. He thought I was the carer. Heartbreaking 💔 Sending you a big hug andhopeyou get help tomorrow and some rest. Xx