Inchie: Thurs 5th Mar 26 – Busy, Confusing Day

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Sorry, but today’s busy planned and unplanned schedule was stored in my reminder notepad, but much of it is unreadable because so many things happened straight after one another. Things may be of of sync chronologically; some may be missing; some I hazarded a smidgen of guesswork to identify. It did not help with the activities of the day ending so late. Meaning I didn’t get around to doing this blog until Friday morning, after the Carers had been, and a one-hour failed visit to the Porcelain Throne. I’ll have to shorten a few of the event details, partly due to my inability to decipher certain words, and the cataracted eye deciding to give me foggy-bother so early in the morning. Plus, if I tried Roget it in its usual humour-traitedness, I would not have time to get it done by Friday or Saturday…
I’m waffling again, sorry about that.
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0650hrs: Got the night pouch off, and visited the Porcelain Throne. No torpedoes this morning. Jaut one long, unpainful, ‘thought it would never end’ flow of wet mud.
Got the kettle on, then the computer and Carer Dilan arrived. As he sorted the medications, he asked me if we had any more Bosoprolol to hand. I went into the kitchenette to check on the Carer’s Medicine Drawer. Spotted a packet of Beta-Blockers, noticing that it had been opened. As I took it to Dilan, I saw there were only three tablets in the box. I asked if we have any on order or coming that will get here before I run out of the second most important of my medications. He did not know. He rang someone but did not say who, and said, “Well, you’ve got three days yet.” I went on my NHS App, but each time it was not used, three minutes the first one, I had to go throughthe bother of logging on again, getting a code via Email, inputting it into the app, and three minutes of searching to try and find details of my prescriptions, I was blocked again and had to go through the procedure for a third time. I tried a fourth time. Found the prescriptions and checked on the Bisoprolol name to order it. Then had to fill in why I was making the request. As I was typing in, only three tablets left, I was blocked yet again. I gave up, not knowing whether my request had gone through.
I was trying to stop Dilan from worrying about the shortage, not that he seemed in the slightest bit bothered. He gave me the morning medications… now, in the past, I have been known not to take them. Ejaz & Mirzra always make sure I have, and have seen me do it.
After Dilan had gone, I saw them in the pot, tipped them out onto the memory pad, and took them. I know I get confused, but something told me there were not as many tablets as usual. That would be toying with me. I do get confused at times, usually after one of my rare, ‘With-it-Moments’. Which I had when noticing the tablet shortage.

I got WordPress opened, ready to start the blog, and Matron (I think) came in, always glad to see her. A few general questions, then she carried out a Memory Test. Read out a name & address. Matron asked me what time it was, and I looked at the computer clock without thinking and told her. A broad smile, followed by a mild ticking of later, she continued. Hahaha!
I can’t remember everything, but counting the months backwards, no, the alphabet, was beyond me. I feel a little ashamed. Or was it numbers backwards? I forget now. And my handwriting in the notes was abysmal; I think I was writing too fast to keep up with the prompts.
Another one I failed on was what month it is, without any doubt, and with complete confidence, I said February. To find out later, when Matron pointed out that I was wrong and had scored highly on the memory test. Which I thought was a good thing, and a grin spread across my face, a smug look about to erupt. But it was the opposite, and not a very good score. I’ll be referred elsewhere for further tests.
Carer Dilan arrived on his second call, and this reminded me about the missing medications, Beta-Blockers. Matron spoke with Dilan about sorting and finding out if they are coming and when. I’ve heard nothing yet.
Several lines of indecipherable rubbish on the page here. Eight of them. Not the foggiest idea, but they were in the Matron’s visiting timeline.
Matron mentioned that I had a little brain injury. I think she said it was a TBI.

But I’m not certain now. I’m sure it was a TBI. I thought the surgeon said they had found water on my brain, NPI, was it CSF? Then again, come to think of it now, CSF, TBI? I could be wrong. I have been known to get things confused lately.
Hard to believe, I know. Haha!

Jenny 🌸💜 appeared with her ingenious collapsible chair and handed me some Hills Shortie biscuits she had bought for me. She was aware that this brand of shortcake bickies was soft enough not to bother . A  sweetheart she is. She’s helped get me noticed by calling Age UK and getting the ball rolling on assessing and determining whether I’m eligible for extra help. She advises me with logical, coherent tips and dos and don’ts. 🎀 Understands exactly how my disabilities affect me. And is the only person to do so, about the seizures. She also offered help when the Carers cannot find time to do the laundry. Bless her Cotton Socks! X
Mind you, Jenny used to work in a hospital.

Then, Jake from the Nottingham City Council,  erm.. er… I’ll look it up on the mobile… Got it!
The Nottingham City Council Housing Sustainability Services. He went through both of my large boxes of files and saved paperwork. It took him ages; all were out of date, of course. It’s not up to date cause the Carer’s stopped storing them for me, not enough time to do them, but I hadn’t realised. He spent ages with me, trying to find proof of various pensions and banking details. He had to call Royal Insurance, which gave him a number for Cooperative Insurance, which the Royal had taken over. So, he rang them, all long-winded and proof of everything needed before progressing. Somehow, he eventually managed to get the details from the Cooperative Insurance. Then rang Royal Insurance back with any details he’d gathered from the Cooperative Insurance. Then needed further proof from my bank, and had to ring them again. Apparently, they are going to send me a written statement by post, and I’m to call Jake at the Nottingham City Council Housing Sustainability Services, send him a photo or copy, and then he can progress with assessing my validation to get help. Haven’t I already told you all this? I hope not.

The day had now gone, and night was falling. My eyes were fading, and my frustrations were raging.

Ejaz and the training Carer arrived, and I can’t recall if anything worth mentioning happened. I was baffled by all that was going on; I think my brain gave up on me. I did take a photo of the view through the kitchenette window. Seeing it now, not too bad a one.

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As I fell asleep at the computer, I dreamt of the skies turning to stone. Ice was forming all over the planet, and as the globe began to crack, I woke with a start and hurt my back. The Inner-Voice Spoke to me, in a smarmy, crude manner, saying: “You think yesterday and today were crap? – Hehe,  just you wait until tomorrow!”
I didn’t cry. But I thought about it!
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Fair Thee All Well!
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Inchie Today: Wednesday 4th March 2026

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Best wishes and welcome to the new day, to you all!
Unless, of course, you are reading this rubbish in the afternoon, evening or at night. Or did not get around to it yet for a few days.
Any road, Welcome!

I bounded out of the bed, jumped over the exercise machine, got down and did 150 press-ups and 100 toe-touches, as the maiden begged me to get back into the bed for more carnal desires satisfactionings…
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Oh, all right then. 1620hrs: I woke up groggily and fumbled to take off the night Catheter bag. Then fell asleep again. A distinctly weird dream manifested itself to me. I was flying Superman style in outer space, trying to find a planet to land on. They had all gone! As I approached where Earth used to be, a cloud neared me, and I slowed down as it passed me to talk to it. I asked, “Where did you come from?” and the cloud turned into an imitation of Arthur Scargil. That’s all I can recall. I heard no reply or answer. 
Just thought I’d throw this into the mix, in hopes of getting a humorous comment from someone with their thoughts about it. If I could have thought of a humorous follow-on, I would have, but I couldn’t.

I woke, thinking of the dream, passed wind, and it’s a good job I’d taken off the night bag, because as fast as I could, I hastened, knocking over the Hoover en route, to the wet room and the Porcelain Throne. Before I’d settled on the pue, the flow began. Lucky yet again. Was this going to be a better day?
I mouthed a little prayer.

Had a clean up, and headed into the kitchenette to put the kettle on.
Cor blimey, it was foggy?
I hobbled into the front room to go on the balcony to take a shot. But changed my mind, (I’m very good at changing my mind).
Then into the junk room to take the third photographicalisation.
All it showed was fog.
Well, it would, as it was foggy out there this morning. Cold with it.

Ejaz arrived and set to caring for me again. Socks off, gel and ointment on my toes and ankles, and fresh socks put on. Body check, shoulders, and my back were Phorpain-gelled. Medications issued.

Jenny called and will not be able to come today to call Jake about the pension instructions. She will call later if her visitors arrive.

Warmer now, so I went onto the balcony to take some pictures as the fog started to fade, and the odd glimpse of sunshine was breaking through occasionally. The mudslide seemed large, with no rain having fallen. Not so busy today, I regretted saying that later on.
I went to answer the phone, well, the mobile, I knew it would not be Jenny, but I just missed the call, they stopped as I opened the mobile.
‘Failed Connection’ came on the screen. I’ve had at least a dozen of these so far this week. Took another shot of the end of the far car park when I got back to the balcony, with the sun bursting through the clouds.

Finally, at long last, I got the computer going, oh, Dearie me! It got stuck when booting up. My heart sank.
My language stank!

Turned it off, gave it a minute and tried again,

No tears, I expected it after the recent unknown problems with it. I’ll ring Jenny later and ask for Asif’s number. At this moment, I was down in the depths of frustration and anger, as
From a high to the lowest in an instant.

Ejaz came again. Set up the other shaver for me and showed me how to use it, as he left to take the laundry down, I tried the computer again. And…
It came on! So too did…

We started sorting out the first cupboard. Two large carrier bags were filled with fodder that was out of date, or that I could no longer eat, now that the attentions of that little beauty are back bothering me. Ejaz went down to move the washing into the dryer.
Jenny called; she will be up later.

Ejaz cleaned the Hoover and asked me to get some filters for it, to try on Amazon. So, I did.

Jenny came up and phoned NCC’s Jake. Told me he would call in yesterday… whoops, tomorrow, to see me. She is so kind to me. 🤎

Wow, the sun came out for a last blast. The fog had cleared, and mist came down later.
Wonder if the sunset woi;; get through tonight? A
hit me. It could only have been for a minute, if that, but it took ages to recover. I had a few more short ones later and was in bed. I recovered each time more quickly than this one.

Another go at the blog, it was a slog. I’d been that busy. Ejaz returned with another new colleague.

I went to get a bottle of spring water and saw the laundry bag had not been emptied. Sleeves inside out. socks twisted together, they took a lot of sorting out, and with it being late, and my cataracted eyes as usual got worse the more tired I got. I left it because I couldn’t see which socks were which to pair them up. I’ll ask the Carer on the last call to sort them. They used to do that, but have stopped recently with all the other jobs they have on, not their fault.
Hanging them up in the hallway brought on Dizzy Dennis. I was close to a tumble a couple of times. (Sympathy seeking? Hehe!)

I went to see what fodder was available for my evening feast. I also feasted on the lovely view of the sun fighting its way through as it went from view.

Made my vegetarian meal with care and attention. Boy, I was looking forward to eating this one with baconless bacon, garden peas, seaweed, mushrooms and a vegan lemon dessert.
All, apart from the imitation bacon, tasted great. How can I describe the taste of this one?
Maybe skunk leathery soaked newspaper, hardened to a tooth-destroying level of flavourless concrete.
Yes, that sounds about right.


Lots of work done. Shame about the laundry return.
But, I did learn not to buy imitation bacon again… although at a cost of great pain from
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TTFNski Each
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Inchie: Tuesday 3rd March 2026

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I first stirred at around 0300hrs and swiftly nodded off again when I saw the time. 0740hrs, I woke up with a bit of a jerky neck and could feel the pain from . So, felt I’d had a nocturnal seizure, and seconds later the upflux of an acidic flavour confirmed my suspicions. So I gave it a few minutes before attempting to scrabble out of the bed, to recover sufficiently. When I did get myself out of the warm, comfy bed and stood up with the stick nearby, I did the gentle balance exercises with no bother at all.
I felt uncomfortable, with achy knees, but none of the other ailments seemed interested in giving me the usual painful morning greetings.
Give them time, Hehehe!

As I was collecting the bins to sort into one bag, boy, did I get annoyed with myself. I hastened to get the toothache spray from the computer desk, to find it empty. No worries, I knew I had two more sprays in the medical drawer. I got them out and opened the first one, to find that it was empty as well! I’d only just opened the box as well. A little miffed, especially at the price they cost me. The second one, and now only one left, worked okay. But now, I do not have the money in mt account to buy anything until my pension goes into the account. So I did a silent prayer  asking her to be kind until next Monday, so this spray should last me until then. I used a fair bit of it as several teeth were playing up at the same time, which is unusual. Of course, with so few scattered about, it takes time to find the offenders, given the many gaps in my mouth where the molars used to be.
I got the bin bags into one large one,  then nipped to the wet room Porcelain Throne. Aha, Constipation Konrad was losing his dominance at last. No bleeding either. I considered using the new razor, but in the end, didn’t have a shave. I’ll wait until Ejaz can find time and make sure I don’t break the razor of cut myself. He knows the quirks of this model and ordered it for me last week.
I got the kettle on around 0730hrs and took three photographs of the morning view on offer from the kitchenette window. 
of to the computer to get it started t osee of ot wpuld work today, taking the mug of Co-op 99 tea with me. But, no pictures were on the SD card again? I checked whether they had gone to the camera’s internal memory. Nope! So, back into the kitchen to try again. Half expecting that the camera had joined the mobile phone, computer and the wind-up torch, all of which had given up the ghost in the last 48-hours. But, no, I took three more snaps of the amazing-looking mini-clouds and made sure they were on the viewer screen after each take. Back to the computer to load them into CorelDraw.
The last picture was taken higher up. I don’t know the name of these types of cloud formations, but the sky looked great.
I uploaded them, and the next thing I remembered was the acidic taste rising from the innards into the nose and throat. I think this seizure could only have lasted for a minute or so, because the computer had not blanked out like it does when unused for a few minutes. Recovery was practically not needed at all, but I still remained in the chair for a few minutes more in case my balance had been affected. Then I got up for a hobble about, without much bother at all. Back in the seat, and got a belated dizzy spell. I really had the feeling that I was going to fall out of the chair. What’s going on here?
Then noticed the untouched mug of tea near the clock-calender was stone cold, and showing 08:00hrs.
This arithmophobia is getting to me.

The intercom rang, and a JS delivery arrived. And I was dead certain that I’d ordered this for next Tuesday, positive, sure, confident I had. It seems I hadn’t. Still, I got some daffodils for Jenny.
And the refrigerator was crammed with things I’d already got it, and next week’s, which turned out to be today’s repetitive items. (I think). I still can’t believe I’d done it again…
What a plonka! They told me in the hospital that I would be getting help with my stupid ordering and remembering problems. That was last November. I anticipate help will arrive any moment now.
Shelled Kenyan garden peas, & shredded Leicester
cheese, along with yoghourts, grapefruit juice and a Sweet & sour chicken ready meal.
I think I’ll have that tonight.

Jenny rang me. She can’t get down in time to do the NCC text queries to ring them. Good as gold, she came in while Ejaz was here and I was in the wetroom trying the new shaver, which will need more concentrated intructionalisastioning from Ejaz.
Jenny & Ejaz were in a deep discussion when I got into the room. I put the hearing aids on, but still could not hear what they were saying. Hehe!
Here is what I think took place. After problems trying access things on my SweetLink mobile. Then, when I get texts, I can click the link? Jenny is going to give me her old iPhone to replace the current old-folks mobile that has never worked right, since I was recommended to purchase one. Jenny is coming to help tomorrow, with the issues and arranged to come while Ejaz is here. Bless her Cotton Socks. A few other things were discussed and arranged, but I can’t reclaim the details at all now, the next morning.

I was recovering from a seizure, sat at the computer, and musing over how bad the NHS is getting. With a smidgeon of self-pity in attendance, about all the failed promises of help with finances, memory, arithmophobia, seizures, cataract, and neurology assessment… Etc. I mused over what my only Political Hero, Nye Bevan, had done and said in creating the NHS in 1948.   
Then, what Herr Starmer said about his destruction of the NHS, England in 2026…
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The meal smelled wonderful; I spent a long time prepping and cooking this one. Confident of creating a feast of sweet & sour chicken, Oh, yes…
BUT, NO!

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TTFN – All the Best
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Inchie, Mon 2nd Mar 26: Mr Fooey.

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Sister Jane & hubby Pete, many, many years ago.
With my favourite one of their clowder of cats.
But I’d like to start with Tabitha.
Seen here checking over my retirement pension details in the kitchen. Hehe! The runt of the litter, very small, delicate, beautiful, friendly, and curious, so curious.
The first to pass away in the new home they had moved into. I always remember Tabitha. 💟
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Here is Inchie, with Mr Foooey, Foooey to his fans. The poor thing was nearly blind, deaf and arthritic.
But I never saw him get nasty, no matter what was going on around him. I recall on one of my visits, to show off my new Diahatsu 4-track car… as I left, as I  opened the car door, there was Mr Fooey on the passanger seat purring away. How he got in was initially a mystery. On the way home, I realised the roof window was open. He was younger then.
Such a gentle animal in every way. I still miss him as much as my Cyril and Lady.
It was great visiting Jane. They had Big Albert, Dainty Tabitha, Poorly Mr Fooey, Arthur, and Cryrille.
But it’s Mr Fooey’s memory day today.
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MR FOOEY

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Sister Jane, seen here, clipping Fooeys ever-growing tufts. He rather enjoyed this.
End of my visit, handing Mr Fooey back to Jane.
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So long ago, but I reckon it must have been a
day!

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Inchie: Sunday 1st March 2026

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Whoopsiedangleplops, Accifauxpas, Errors, Dark, Dank Depression Darius, Tumbles,  Frustrationes, Mistakes, Embarrassments, Humiliations, Explosion, etc.
Each of the daily emotionally challenging visitors above seems to be an embedded, permanent aspect of Inchie’s daily life. (Well, I say life, life, that may be an extended pretence for his existence & struggles as he continues to survive, wondering what for & why.) Inchie can’t recollect the word he was going to use at this precise moment. Today’s main offenders were:
Whoopsiedangleplops, Accifauxpas, and 
Depression Darius. Much of the day’s events will be missing or brief due to the inordinately long time it took to implement countermeasures after the explosion. I used the word explosion here to catch your attention. Hehe! 
Not to mention the pain caused to Bad-Back-Brenda, Fractured Knee Frank, and a new head injury incurred when sorting out the after-effects of the calamity.
Hope that got you wanting to know more with bated breath? The clean-up operation took me over three hours! With another hour & a half worth of help from the Carer on three of his calls. The entire flat has a sweet, pungent whiff floating about this morning, seventeen hours after the incident was cleaned up.
The volatile liquid covered the whole kitchen floor… more later, in between the usual boring stuff I pen.
Have I whetted your appetite for the story?
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A lousy night’s sleep, broken waking, worrying, nodding off, waking, worrying, farting, nodding off, waking, belching, Shaking Shoulder Shirley belting away, nodded off, woken up this time by Twitching Neck Ted, fell asleep…. Enough of that.

Ejaz arrived, medications given, a full-body check, Phorpain gelled, toes and ankles creamed and medicated. Fresh socks put back on. 

Care Mizra called. Pouch checked & emptied. Painkillers and Peptac given. I mentioned the NCC email needing clarification at a council link. He got it up and led me through filling it in. Which was great. Had he not been helping, there were times, if I’d tried to do it on my own, I’d have made errors. Saved the day, got it done. Thanks, Mizra!

Although I didn’t realise it at the time, had I done so, hours and hours of painful, Accifauxpa-inducing cleaning up the mess could have been avoided.
Which verifies my rotten luck, I’m always getting up to investigate noises; was it the tao overflowing, the water alarm, had something fallen over, etc. and always (but not this time, Oh, no! I could spit) check!

NOW, THE HAPPENINGS BEGIN!
As Mizra departed, I thought I heard a noise, similar to when someone doesn’t fully shut the door, and as they opened the foyer door to the lift area, the flat door slammed shut in the draft. It was just like that sound, so I didn’t even give it much thought. I was getting back into doing the Ode for the blog. 
A mistake that cost me so much angst, pain, and took me hours to clean up… As I stood up, about an hour later, to make a brew, I could smell something but not identify it. To the kitchenette door and stopped so suddenly, I dropped the walking stick. All I could see in the kitchen was what I thought was water covering 80% of the floor! A panic came… I started shuddering and shaking, but knew that I needed to turn off the tap, which meant walking into the deep water. So I did. Walking stickless in my haste. One step into the kitchen, I saw that the tap was not running. I looked up at the ceiling for signs of incoming water, but there were none. Then the smell hit me, and I felt giddy. I realised then that it was bleach. I looked at where I’d left the 5-litre container of thick bleach, seeing it on the floor, burst open. I thought casually as I recalled then, ‘Well, that’s me in the shit – Again!’
Damned good job that I had so many rolls of kitchen towels at hand. I threw them into the water as best I could to help soak up the bleach. Then foolishly stepped forward to get the paper to go all the way into the kitchen, and all but slipped over on the thick bleach. I used about five kitchen rolls’ worth of paper and intended to give it a few minutes, then see if it was safe to add more paper. Then realised that my Kagoule and dressing gown had made contact with the bleach! They were rotting away as I looked at them. I strangely thought this could make a horror movie that people would believe, Hehe!
BUT IT GOT WORSE!
I withdrew from the battleground into the wet room, tore off my dressing gown and Khagoule, and placed them in plastic bags for the rubbish chute.
Had a rinse, and got another dressing gown on, as I did, there must have been some bleach dripped onto the floor, which my foot found and Whoopsiedangleplop, down I went, oddly enough, catching and activating my alarm wristlet as I crumpled onto the shower chair. Struggling up onto my feet again, I heard the NCC monitor controller speaking. Went to the room and said I just had a tumble setting the alarm off at the same time. But, no. I explained about the bleach, and she asked ARE YOU INJURED – No! “We can do nothing about your water. Wait until a Carer comes. When is one due?” About 2-hours. If it is a leak, call our maintenance or repairs.
Thank you, kindly, [Tut], I rang off.
Back to the kitchen and spread some more paper towels to help soak up some of the bleach, left it for a few minutes, then went back to gather what I could into waste bags.
Have another go with fresh towelling, and then I began the slow, painful job of mopping and rinsing out the mop often. This involved rinsing the mop in the sink with cold water, then using the wetroom tap to part-fill the bucket for another pass over the floor. Naturally, the bucket needed to be rinsed after each use. Using a small jug to get the water from the sink to the bucket. The smell got to me again, and I kept feeling a bit giddy. I did this six times in all. I had opened the windows. This snap on the right was how it looked on the fifth attempt. I was in a lot of pain by then. Back, shoulder and a new bruise on my head. As I collected the last of what I could, I had to leave the areas between the cupboards, the stove, and the fridge; it was just too painful to get down that far. I filled three more big bags with the bleached, covered towels, bringing the current total of eight bags taken to the refuse chute. I pressed on with mopping the kitchen, but that bleach wouldn’t come out at all, without a fight.

On the bright side, it cleaned up my fingernails nicely. Even if it did ruin my new dressing gown, slippers and Khagoule, all waste-shutting with a few words RIP style proffered as I sent them 12 stories down in the chute, to the big bins below.
I only bought you both a month ago,
It’s so sad to see you have to go,
Hope it doesn’t hurt you, though,
When you land twelve floors below!

Carer Ejaz finally arrived, and I told him of how my blog-writing time had been further deprived. Showed him these photos and told him of what I’d been through, the time lost, the pain, and the frustration. Yet, amazingly, nae astoundingly, nae, mind-bogglingly, a miracle… had not dawned or visited me, yet! Yes, I was angry, a smidgeon sorry for myself, maybe. There was certainly an inkling of self-sympathy lurking in my mind.
But when the air had cleared, the blood had bled, the pains subsided, and Ejaz stuck into helping, and the kitchen was beginning to look clearer and safer, I had a short, curt visit from,

When I sat down after Ejaz had departed, I anticipated falling into the wonderfully welcoming arms of Sweet Morpheus. But, No! Fractured Knee Frank, Back-Ache Brenda, & Shuddering -Shoulder Shirley, kicked off at the same time. It was like someone turning a pain switch on, instant agony. I thought it was bad enough while doing the bending, but now it is worse than ever, as Victor Meldrew’s catch phrase went. I Do Not Believe It! When Ejaz returned for his last call, he had planned to tidy the kitchen, but didn’t. Why?
He recognised the state I was in purely pain-wise.
Ejaz took a snap of the little bruise on my head for his records at ICC. Then he made some instant mash, cheese with ketchup and sausage for my meal. Not wanting me to get up from the c1966, £300 Oxfam charity shop-bought, wincingly grotty, beige-coloured, crumb-covered from my nocturnal nibblings, itch-making, uncomfortable, positively unhealthy, and dangerous, no longer operational, virus-breeding, easy-to-fall-out-of, Catheter-tube-trapping recliner. He even suggested I don’t move into the bed, rather stay where I am, the effort of climbing into bed he feared would set off the other ailments.
Also snapped shots of the view from the kitchen window for me, since he knows I like to take them for the blog. The Carers have been a treasure for me today. And how, why, did Deep Dark Depression Darius stay away? He did get one fleeting visit in, but was it worth his efforts? I think not. But I pray tomorrow that he keeps away.
Perhaps I was so busy, and in so much pain, he didn’t feel the need to get at me as much? Nae!

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Inchie: Saturday 28th February 2026

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Today was poddling along without too much bother or hassle. Until I suddenly became tireded and weary to such a degree, I closed the computer and got down to have a kip on the c1966, £300 Oxfam charity shop-bought, wincingly grotty, beige-coloured, crumb-covered from my nocturnal nibblings, itch-making, uncomfortable, positively unhealthy, and dangerous, no longer operational, virus-breeding, easy-to-fall-out-of, Catheter-tube-trapping recliner. And stayed there for the rest of the afternoon into the night. Then the morning. But… not nice, but could I get and stay asleep? No! Apart from the Carers, bless them, waking me up, I must have stirred dozens of times. But couldn’t get up. What a state!
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I was woken up by Carer arriving. Surely he could see the state I was in? But insisted on asking me about the medications. When he handed them to me, the pot seemed a little bare.
But that is ementia for you, or me, or both of us. Hehe! No doubt it was correct & right, but due to my previously called Cognitive impairment, Diabetic Dementia, Vascular dementia, and now newly named Pre-Morbid Icogniscence Impairment, I tend to get things mixed up and wrong, misread, misunderstood, or confused. Especially in the state I was in this morning, well, most mornings.
I spent what seemed like frequent bouts of problem viewing in my mind. British Gas, Carers’ hours, the computer, Virgin Media, EE mobile bills, food ordering, Arithmaphobia & seizure recovery problems, and unsolved queries. An out-of-it-day.

Morning photos
The end car park mudslide!

Rainy day.

Much-loved by WordPress readers and bloggers is getting-on-a-bit (Doug’s) Andy. Full of character. He’s had a lot of medical treatments, some that scared us, but the lad came through again. Bless Him!

Morning brew.

One cloud in this photo looks almost ghostly to me. Is it an alien cloud containing the next universe’s seek & destroy vessels? Hehehe!

Ayup, the sunshines out!

Sun on its way now…
A closer shot…

Out a bit…

A final twinkle, as she does fade

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Looking suspiciously young and thin in this snap of his head? Wonder when it was taken? Ah, 2002!

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Inchie Today: Friday 27th February 2026

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Rainy Morning…
Later, a rainy morning…
Food Delivery
More sauces?
Did I say it was a rainy morning?
Rainy evening.
Not a good day, but I’m sick of moaning.
Realised I had not got help with filling in the NCC form online. Ejaz, I think he’s not coming this Saturday. I can’t ask Dilon, the lad can’t cope with many things, and this from would be as baffling to him as it is to me. I’ll ask him to wash the feet in the morning, and cream the toes. He’s doing the weekend, I think. 
Constipation Conrad again, massive torpedo style.
Cock-up, an order arrived. The trays of black bean & beef meals: two had split open, covering the other items in the bag with the sticky black bean sauce. That I just do not need and cannot afford, which, or remember ordering, added to the depth of .
I was pathetic at coping with things today. Self-loathing, frustrated and having silly thoughts.
A greenish raiony shot of the end car park late on.

Ah, a better shot later on.
I’ve just told a Carer about my struggle with ordering food. No reply, but he did tell me he could see a marker pen under the bed. Off he went, as I was saying how low I was feeling, no answer or comments as he disappeared through the doorway. I locked the door and felt worthless.
This black bean meal, yes, I ate the third of the meals; the others went in the bin. Messy, mess.
I thought it tasted nice, but couldn’t get the satisfaction it should have. Moaning again!

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Inchie Today: Thursday 26th February 2026

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Late, late getting to bed. about 6 hours, so it wasn’t too bad, it was just the waking up early got to me. Even worse was trying to force myself out of bed!
I seemed be having a mental battle with myself and my Alto Inchy. I knew I needed to get up early, despite the reason having drifted off into the ether. It may not have been Alto Inchy I was battling verbally with. It may have been Morbid Cogniscence Impairment Iris.
I kept telling her or him to sod-off and let me get up. Or, as we say it in Nottingham slang, gerrup.
I won in the end, but it was hard work. As I fumbled my way out of the hospital bed, a long-lasting escapade of wind from the rear end, which I, for once, diagnosed correctly, forewarned me that
 would be in control of the upcoming evacuation process. And expected it to be a hard job again. It was. I was still sitting there on the Porcelain Throne twenty minutes later when Carer Ejaz arrived. As he passed the wetroom door, I shouted through the partly opened door that I was sorry, but I’m trying to get rid of a rear-end torpedo, and the damned thing is stuck part of the way out. I didn’t get a reply. This made me think it might have been a Nurse coming in, not Ejaz. There was no rushing things along at all. Just too painful. So, I broke off the lump sticking out, cleaned myself and went into the front room. It was Ejaz.
I felt there was no risk of any unexpected restarting of any movement while I was being tended to.
Ejaz issued the medications. Then he took off the socks and creamed the toes and ankles. 
IK am now out of notes on the memory pad. So, have nothing to refer to, no memory prompt. I’d love to know why. I’m certain that last night I started a second page; I’d made so many notes. I searched through the pad, but found no more for Thursday.
Bafflement blends in so easily with me lately.
I’ll have to rely on my memory, oh, dearie me.
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MedPhorpainI think Ejaz also Phorpain-gelled the right shoulder   and the lower back . And colour-coded the urine pouch.

Morning rainy views.

The intercom rang, but it cut out quickly before I could press the open-door button. I went down and found that it was the Amazon man with the Asian biscuits.
I went down in the lift to let him in. He was getting in the lift as I was getting out, so I stayed in and went back up to my floor. I took the parcel off of him and went to get out of the lift…
Not sure how I managed it, butk the door closed to and I trapped my arm in it. Hey-Ho!

Sorry, not much on here, but my short-term memory is getting worse. Disappearing notes do not help.

Teatime, I went out to get the kettle and to marinate the food. 
The first effort turned out artistically. Tsk!
Made a better job on the second.

While it was cooking, I was back on the computer.

It all came to a halt. Gawd knows how long, or even if I can get it going again. I resigned from computing and got the meal served up.
Beef curry with Teryaki sauce and water chestnuts added. The curry was from a can, but it was okay. I thought that the Teriyaki sauce went well with it.
Dunking the bread in the liquid and eating ot with the Sourdough soft bread was so enjoyable.
Slurp!

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Today was so different. Oh, did I mention the nurse coming to see me? Nice gal. All clear on the head and elbow wounds.
I still haven’t remembered to ask a Carer to help me with filling in the NCC questionnaire! Not that they would have time, mind you.
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This is the 3rd day my memory notes have gone AWOL!
I’m thinking I may be getting… I’ve forgotten the word now… Erm? I had it the second I was going to type it… But it ran away. They do that a lot nowadays. I’m waffling on in hope it comes back to me… Oh… when you think someone is trying to make things worse, get at you, tease you? I hope that when I get this posted, it comes back to me. I think I thought, I’ll add that to my word list as well.
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This is unbelievable in the extreme…
I got an email telling me my Asda order is coming on Friday between 2030 & 2130hrs. When the heck did I make that one? And for so late? But the contents are all stuff I buy regularly… I can’t prevent myself from feeling so low. Guilty, embarrassed, self-harrassed, and annoyed at myself. The help with this issue never arrived. The neurologist said they would get me help… or was it Age UK… maybe Social Services.
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This week has seen me feeling more and more depressed. I checked on the Asda site, and there was a massive order for the day & time as in the email.
At first, I considered doing an Ode about this, but soon realised it would do me no good. So, I won’t.
Or will I? No. No… I can’t forget these things despite my warped memory. Even the blog is taking far too long, and lack of a sleep pattern is not good. My Angel pointed this out to me. I don’t think I could cope without Jenny’s good nature and understanding.
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Inchie Today: Wednesday 25th February 2026

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I really don’t believe it!
Impossible, but true!
“I’m Not Complaining – just telling”
Today was busier than yesterday!
More cock-ups. More Confusion!
More Stress! More Pain!
Physically and Mentally!
So busy, and frustrating!

After yesterday’s mayhem and staying up for over 19hrs, I beat that today, with 22hrs.
It all started as I forced myself to wake up at 07:00hrs. Got the nocturnal Catheter bag off in haste, and stumbled my way to the wet room. This was not a good thing. I should have given myself time to catch my balance, but I didn’t. I can only blame myself.
I got a wobble in the hallway, grabbed the clothes airer to steady myself, and pulled at the Catheter as I caught it between the pipes. At the time, there was barely if any real pain, and I belatedly stopped to get my balance, and entered the room, and got my pants down, ready to sit down on thePorcelain Throne. The ecrement, in the form of a gigantic fat torpedo, started its escape straight away, but froze with a few inches of it outside. 
I applied as much pressure as I could. Possibly the biggest and hardest torpedo release of the year. Well, at least there’s no gooey mess to clean up for a change, I thought to myself. Then, putting the Germoloid cream on, I spotted a lot of blood on the tissue. Ah, that will be Haemorrhoid Harold suffering. Wiped it of, got the cream on and pulled up my protection pants.
Wahed got up and returned to the bed to get the pouch for emptying. Drained it into the Throne, as I turned to leave, I saw spots of blood on the floor where I’d been standing. Checked the rear end, only a tiny streak of blood… where had it come from? It baffled me.
I carried on into the kitchen and thought about putting the kettle on.
Carer Ejaz arrived. He Phorpain gelled the shoulder and back for me. Medications issued. We managed a mini-chinwag. I told him of the earlier bleeding.

As he left, I got the computer on. A little pain from Little Inchy started. I lifted my Kagoule to tighten the straps on the Catheter. The protection pants were more red than white. Back to the wet room to check things out. I thought it was, or must be, from the fungal lesion. A good clean-up, some Savlon on Little Inchy, changed the pants, and went back to the computer. Determined to get at least some of Tuesday’s blog started. The intercom flashed and sounded.
It was my Ocado order being delivered.
Blimey, I’d ordered a lot!
I took the many bags through to the kitchen. As I was about to start sorting out the food, I spotted droplets of blood on the floor! Back to the wetroom, and cleaned it up again. This time, as I cleaned things up, the pain from Little Inchy was more bothersome. I had a feel but the bleeding had almost stopped now. So, a wash and back to the kitchen. Got some good stuff in today.Cooking sauces, sourdough bread, coffees for the nurses, etc. No-butter, butter, Kenyan garden peas, Jaffa cakes, one for me, one for Jenny. and some daffodils. For Jenny🤎 of course, not for me. I’ll see if I can get them down to her later on. Just finished putting the stuff away, I got back on the computer…
The window cleaner arrived. He did a good, thorough job of cleaning the balcony windows for me. Paid him. Back to the computer.
Started working on CorelDraw, and the screen went dark. I grabbed the camera to record it – see photo on the left. ,
The door chime chimed. And in walked Matron. She asked some questions, but I really can’t remember what they were about. As she was getting ready to leave, she asked if anything was worrying me, and I mentioned the bleeding from Little Inchy. Embarrassment Time!
She investigated and said something I didn’t catch as we bade each other farewell. 

Back to the computer. Not for long, and the dark screen still showed. The mobile burst into life. It was someone from the Riverside Diabetic Clinic. Wondering why I had not gone to my appointment on Monday. No way could I remember making or getting an appointment with them. He’ll make a new one. I asked if I could be informed via email, please cause I have Premorbid Cogniscence Impairment. He said, “No problem. I thought that if he sent a letter, it might still be in the pile of unopened letters that I have.

Back again to the computer.
I wondered if I’d ever get rid of it, and what caused the dark screen to come on. As I was musing over this, and will I get it off and ever get the blog-catching-up started, let alone finished. And I don’t think I touched any keys, but the screen with CorelDraw on it reappeared. I was overjoyed, something good had happened… Then in walked two nurses! Attractive young things. They had come to check out my bleeding Little Inchy! Embarrassment time once more! I did what I did yesterday, since they were different nurses, and quipped that you might need these as I handed my glasses to the younger trainee nurse. Adding, you may need these to find it. Hahaha! It got a smile, if not a laugh. After inspecting the area, they cleaned it up. One said I also had a tiny cut on the penis. Probably caused by a tug on the tube and or during insertion. Well, she got that spot on. I must have happened when I had the Accifauxpas in the hallway. Then they moved the pouch from my left to my right leg. They took a look under the head wound plaster, all good.
They bade farewell, saying they would call again on Friday to check things. 

Back to the Computer… Tsk!
The man from the NCC, I think, arrived. So many things, questions I could not answer. These concerned my pensions and banking. He went through the files lying around, then had a quick look in the cases to find the details he needed. I know, well, I think I know they are in there somewhere. He rang the bank. They will send details, and I am to ring him when I get them. No idea what his number is. He rang someone else, the original pension company, I think, but not sure what the result was. Must have been a failure. He did his best. He said he would call next Friday.

Back to the Computer… Tsk! Tsk!
Then it got complicated…
Carer Manpreet arrived; she was doing the domestic role. She started. This might be out of order or sequence. I think she cleaned the microwave and cooker first. Then she took the washing down for me. Complications: Manpreet returned, telling me there are no washers available. Then mopped the kitchen floor. Went down to move the things into the dryer, but no dryers were available. Asked for the key fob so she could use the Winwood laundry. But ran out of time to fetch the dried laundry back. Said to ask the teatime carer to fetch it up. Again, no laundry was done fully. For six weeks now, it hasn’t been completed. No blame on previous Carers, they have to escort me on medical visits. Wednesdays are the only days I get an extended visit. Not enough time to do things. Then Carere Ejaz arrived to do a medicine-only call. I was getting rather more than just confused.

Back to the Computer… Tsk! 
Another different Carer arrived to do the teatime call. When I asked her to fetch the washing up, she insisted she didn’t have time. Fair enough, it’s how it is.
I said I’d call Jenny. I hated doing it and bothering her, but she is a genius at getting me sorted out and giving good, honest advice. The Carer said she’s do it, but needed the key fob. It was good of her to change her mind. She returned with the bag of clothes, creased and crammed into the laundry bag, and left it in the hallway where most of them will be hung.
She had to shoot off, bless her. 

I unpacked the clothes, straightened them as best I could, and hung up the long shirts and dressing gowns, then sorted the socks into pairs, a difficult job as they are diabetic socks that, for some reason, have L’s left and R’s Right and need sorting. The eyes were doing their usual evening-time blurring. I was tired, so tired and depressed with going so long without the help that I needed. I’ve not had a shower for months.
Jenny emailed me with sound advice. We spoke on the phone, and she offered to fetch the laundry back for me if the Carer rings her before going down to the laundry room. I felt guilty again. Bless her🤎. 

Back to the Computer… Tsk! Tsk!

The intercom sounded; it was Amazon delivering yet another computer keyboard and a mouse. This one had the keys marked incorrectly, too! All a part of mystery from Woodthorpe Court, with the hobgoblins, spectres, gnomai, phantasms, ghosts, grotesque succubae, extraterrestrials, ectoplasms, & spirits. Receptive Aphasia Phyllis, Paroxysmal dyskinesia, Episodic ataxia, Ménière’s disease, Dark, Deep, Dank Depressing Darius, Peripheral Neuropathy Pete, Nicodemus Neurotransmitters Dying, Glaucoma Gladys, Stuttering Stephany, Cataract Katie, Lymphorrhoea Leslie, Shuddering Shoulder Shirley, Grim Reaper Pete, Diabetic Derek, & Memory Mangling Malcolm. Along with Whoopsiedangleplops, Fata Morgana, hobgoblins, spectres, gnomai, phantasms, grotesque succubae,   that have been sent to taunt, irritate and terminate my already limited saneness of mind, and supreme example of oligarchs, Amazon.

I made a start on this blog at 02:20hrs!

I made the nosh and left it to marinate. Sweet & sour chicken ready meal. With added water chestnuts, red chillis, and Tiryaki & Gung Po sauce. Hope to get to eat it by 05:00hrs. See how fast I can type.

I took these snaps of these dark, dank, oddly-coloured Kodak-Tim-2 photographs of the night sky.

Ended up getting my head down at 05:00hrs.
Woken about 0715hrs by the arrival of Carer Ejaz

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Fings ain’t wot they used to be,
When I was younger and pain-free,
I’ve lost logicality, gained inadquecy,
Working my way into docility…
Depression in abundancy,
So many are worse off than Inchie,
I’m deaf, bad-sighted, & pilarlicky,
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Inchie Today: Tuesday 24th February 2026

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Today was yet another mind-floating, uncertain, confusing day. In which my mind took more detours, made more mistakes, deviations, took repeated vacations, miscalculations, while finding time to worry about so many things that are all in abbeyanbce. 
The computer is being sorted by Asif. Full of uncertainties. And the Oligarchs: Virgin Media’s memorable name. British Gas, the promised engineer to get a meter reading, is not showing up – I’ve been trying to sort this one out for years since they last had a reading. The NCC man is coming today to check on all my financial situations, so he can pass or say nae to the Carer’s extra hours appeal. The nurse is coming to look at the top of my head cuts, only a few of them. She may also change or fit a new . It feels like it is about time for it to be done. But then again, what do I know? Very little with any certainty. A lot of self-doubt and ever-present suspicions that what I am doing might be wrong. Hehe! 

I’m going to use photos as a prompt. Why?
The reminders on the notepad seemed to have gone off into the ether… Again!
Got up late, took these

Later from the balcony

End car park.

Getting used to the warped keyboard now.

The sun is on its way down.

Almost gone, nightie-night!

Eerie-looking end of the car park.

The sky is now blue.
Beautiful distant shot.

Front car park.

There is a reason that today’s meal looks sort of radioactive tonight, well, a few.
: Refused to let me read the instructions on the ready meal packet. Spy-Glass-Gloria didn’t help either.
MY BEST GUESS at deciphering the cooking time was 8 minutes. Too late to help, but Carer Ejaz later checked, and it was 3 minutes, not 8. I put too much Leicester cheese on top of the pie.
I also used the wrong Tiryaki sauce. The one I used was for marinating.
The pie blew up in the microwave. But the mess did not get through the cheese; there was far too much of that on top. The burnt bits blended in with the gravy, potatoes, and cheese. It was not too hard on , as long as I moved each spoonful to the left of my mouth to chew, and it took some chewing, too!
However, I enjoyed it!

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