Inchy: Sunday 3rd December 2023

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The snow had fallen overnight. It was so cold in the kitchen, and my having developed a cough & cold was bad enough. But the heater in the kitchen was still not working! When I put the computer on later, it said it was -2°c (28°f) in Nottingham. So it must have been lower than that when I got up.  
It’s these visits, as much as things that constantly go wrong, which are doing my head in. Shaking them off is getting harder than ever, and they stay for longer and have been more frequent over the last two days. I must force myself to ask for help with these things. It’s stifling my sense of humour, confidence and hope. Someone who might read this can help me. But then again…

Makes things seem worse. I’m sure that I’ve got arithmaphobia and am not getting help with the banking problems that I can’t cope with. Also, I know one shouldn’t, but I listed my significant mental and physical difficulties on the web, and now I think that I just may have Huntington’s disease. *The first symptoms of Huntington’s disease often include difficulty concentrating. Memory lapses. depression – including low mood, a lack of interest in things, and feelings of hopelessness. Stumbling and clumsiness. Well, that’s me to a tee! And relatives suffered with it in years gone by.
Still, what do I know? Now, I just want to free myself mentally, and then the physical side can be looked at. As if I’m going live long enough for that, Huh! The catheter has been in for about a year, the urine stinks to hell, and nothing is being done other than three tests where they removed the entire; let me try to wee manually overnight. They returned and did a scan to find the bladder was still over ⅓-full. Put the damned painful tube back in and carried on… what a Carry-On! Haha! Arthur Itis, the Cartilages, Peripheral Neuropathy Pete, Hard of hearing Harold, Dizzy Dennis, Duodenal Donald, Reflux Roger, Lymphorrhea Leslies Leaking legs, Shuddering Shoulder Shirley, the problem with my vision… I’m sick of these things going through my mind & brain whenever kicks-off, and the cursed ever-increasing spells fall on me.

I’m not sure if I feel any better for getting that off my chest or not, which, incidentally, along with my chest, face and legs, have Acne and Eczema. It’s ruining my handsome, spotless features, you know. Just noticed this, I’ve got rid of the red-eye, and now I’m getting a red chin? Haha!

Moving on…

I woke around 05:00hrs> I checked on the colour of the Catheter nocturnal pouch and was pleased to see it was much lighter this morning. Escaped from the £300 second-hand shop bought, c1966, moth-eaten, bedraggled, cringingly-beige-coloured, itch-inspiring, grotty, dilapidated, crumb-containing from my nocturnal nibblings, bug-ridden, not working recliner, and hobbled to the Porcelain Throne, with a degree of anxiety that I may not get there in time! I barely made it. But did make a right mess to clean up after the evacuation finished.
Phwor! Worra mess!
I went into the kitchen, put the light on, and two remarkable things hit me! The most critical and confusing thing was that the kitchen heater was working! The other was the snow-covered views of Sherwood available to me for photographicalisationing. I fetched and made a start. Sadly, the first one and the few that followed were not too good due to the darkness and my inability to take a better picture, as much as I repeatedly tried.
But you can see the settled snow in amongst some of them.

Caught the lights on Mansfield Road in this one on the right and left.

 

I leant out the window, to take this one of the Winwood Court’s front car park.
There’ll be some car owners waking up with their cars in need of snow removal and maybe de-icing as well, and besides. Poor things.
I tried to capture a decent picture of Cavendish Drive with all the street lights on.
That’s the one I suspect has two drug-growing houses on it. The snow always melts first on their roofs. Hehe! I’ll check later, light, Peripheral Pete, weather permitting… and if I remember to.
Back to the wet room. Same procedure as the first visit. Smelly! Messy!
By the time I returned to the kitchen, the light had increased, and I had another go at getting just one reasonable photo taken. I gave up.

I made a brew of Thomson’s Punjana tea and got on the computer. Initially, it worked and connected the first time. I foolishly thought that maybe, perhaps  had improved their utterly abysmal record of failure to get a signal situation.
Within the hour, Oligarchs from Sad had struck six times. Everyone ruined what I’d done! Gits!
A blue hue, to the view now for you. Drops of rain were falling now and then.

The carer arrived at 0945hrs.
I found a Sister Jane email had been sent this morning. She had received a call from Meridian, telling her to let me know that the carer would be late or not come this morning. It’s unsurprising, with the weather out there and us living up a steep hill.
I assume that the Iceland delivery will not get here as well. The roads are atrocious. Carers must have been unable to get to work. No problem with my Iceland order not arriving; I’ve plenty of canned food and frozen.
I’ll not starve… or freeze now that the kitchen heater has miraculously unexpectedly started working again.

I took two photos of the weather view through the balcony doors from the computer chair.
I felt sure I’d caught a seagull in the second effort.
But I’ll be blown if I can see it now? Humph!

Off I went to the small room again.
Not a lot was passed, but by Jimminee,  it was so foul smelling that I used the fresh air spray in the wet room before leaving in a hurry. Hahaha!

I am still coughing regularly today, and a sore throat seems to be developing.

Back into the kitchenette, the warmed kitchen, thanks to the heater now working, took two pictures. The blue hue had gone, and a fog was beginning to come down now. The cars on Chestnut Way were now losing some of the snow from the side of the vehicles, so it may be warming up a smidgeon?

The mist and possible fog seem to be getting thicker, and the temperature is lowering, according to the MS computer, for Nottingham, than it was at 06:00hrs this morning.

Good Heavens! 
is filling up more quickly again. 
The day pouch slipped right down the leg with the weight.
Considering how tight I had the leg straps attached, this surprised me.
Then again, maybe not. I’m definitely in a lighter mood than I was earlier. Naturally, this can change at any time… at the first cock-up I make, signs of bad news bring back memories of my ailments and/or the list of jobs undone yet. Oh, and if should take a tumble. But I’m enjoying it while I can.

Well, the food is not coming. As anticipated. I just got a message from Iceland. I’ve got to book another delivery. But the weather is not good, so it may happen again. It’s not their fault; I’ll try to cancel it. 

Getting on now, better get the can of beans opened and the leftover, just out-of-date bacon in the oven.
I seasoned the beans with my favourite Stubb brand Hickory liquid smoke, & it was Grrreat!
Tate-Rating: 805/10. Really enjoyed it, too. Washed the pots and got settled in the itch-creating, bruise-giving, catheter-tube-tugging, crumb-decorated from my nocturnal nibblings, God-awfully uncomfortable, cringingly-grotty, no longer working, dirty beige recliner, anti-sleep designed, c1966, second-hand bought for £300, ten years ago from the charity shop, put the TV on, and swiftly fell asleep for half-an-hour. Care Richard woke me up on his last call. Fitted the nocturnal night pouch to the catheter and issued the painkillers to me… that’s all I can recall. 
Apart from not being able to get back to sleep again, thanks to persistent  raving away at my past demeanours and mocking my being in my current pathetic mental state. Making everything sound my fault, I believed him, and guilt crept into things.

TTFN, each!

Inchy: Sat 2 Dec 2023 Cold, foggy, and depression ridden day

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Short again. Depressed, and not feeling well.

A little dark, but less than of late.

Fantastically detailed shot of the morning fog.

Tried again later.

So cold when I opened the window to take the photos. The heater is still not working… weekend again! Made a brew of Glengettie to warm up.

Ah, black turning to blue?

Later on, grey fog.

Only three trips today. All the same in nature.

Daily total for internet failures Much better…

The fog was still thick four hours later.

Second and last allowed mug of tea. Sob!

Aha, I can see shapes!

The day bag often filled up quick today.

Late afternoon, I see houses. Hehe!

Medicationings done.

, the sunshine got through the clouds and fog for the first time today…
Then sank out of view within minutes.

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Did you get them all? I did…

Still feeling a smidgen dizzy and out of balance for some reason or other. And the periods of Dark, and dank  s, were horrible.

TTFNski

Inchy: Friday 1st December 2023 EENT Hospital

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Well behind after the hospital visit. This’ll have to be cut short. I took a few piccies. memory & confusion difficulties.

The urine is still too dark.

The moving moon. Or was it me moving?

Mug of Glengettie. My having to go out with trousers on, I did not drink anything else, in case the bladder did the dirty on me like on the last visit, and suddenly filled up, and the pouch dropped down my leg and I had a messy job of getting to the WC while holding onto the pouch, and walker, struggled to get into a cubicle, to empty the little monkey of a bladder bag!

Through the balcony window. It was -3c.

Carer, then a second visit to the

In an hour! Gave-Up!

Got it done in time, then sorted out the needs for the visit to the QMC. Got down to the foyer in plenty of time, and utilised the crossword book, while waiting for the Easy Link lift to arrive. Which came a little late. But with the state of the icy roads, I expected it.
Set off, with the nice driverless avoiding the speed bump route, after I mentioned the bleeding haemorrhoids from last week’s lift. Bless her!
Winchester Street icy- Hill.

Don’t remember taking this one at all? I was also confused as to how I’d got a different shape of photos from ?

EENT arriving, area freed of ice, Security Guards.

The driver dropped me off; she had to dash off for her next customer, so as I was walking in through the front doors of the EENT…
“There was movement in my trousers!” 
Yes, the filled and fell down my leg. Once again, I had a messy job of getting to the WC, while holding onto the pouch, and walker, struggling to get into a cubicle, to empty the little monkey of a bladder bag! A chap helped me to get into the cubicle. Thanking him!
Got lost finding the treatment room, but someone was at hand to tell me it was at the end of the pointed out corridor, left through the double doors, and that’s it. I thanked them. They sent me to another corridor, but I found that one easily enough.
Took a seat after showing the lady the paper work.
A young lady collected me and we went into the sized for eye-testing room. A bath on several different machines, and although I did have trouble holding my head steady enough, and she had to do some of the procedures from scratch again when I apologised and mentioned Peripheral Neuropathy Pete being to blame, she was very understanding. Her Sister-in-Law suffers the same, so she was in the know of my problems. ♥
I’ve to arrange another eye test ASAP, as after the chart test, she said my vision urgently needs correcting.
Thanked her and departed…
Funny innit, how easy it is to get lost in a maze of corridors going in the opposite direction, that you went through two hours earlier? Hehehe!

I stayed in the snug NHS lift area, as the gal would not be back for a while, and I anticipate she will be late again with the weather she’s coping with. It was a lot warmer in that place to wait.

Took this snap as I fought off falling asleep.
I had to move to the front of the building to await the bus as the time was approaching. I sat in the outer lobby, where some chairs were available… But could not stand it for long. So cold, and the two sets of automatic doors forever opening and closing made it worse.
So I went inside and I leaned against a corner, leaning near a wall panel heater on the wall.

Half an hour later, the mini-bus arrived. The gal rushed toward me and said; “Sorry, got to go the loo!” 
She disappeared from view…
Returning ten minutes later, saying Phew!

I took this snap as I settled in the minibus.
We were soon back at the flats. I insisted she have a choice of nibbles and drinks form the trolley, as she’d done a grand appreciated job for me today. ♥

Going into the foyer, I met three tenants that I’d not seen for ages. Gaynor keeps looking younger each time I see her. Lovely lady. Enjoyed a chin-wag with them.
Up to the flat.
Despite my not having drunk anything for several hours, the day pouch was already half-full after the emergency emptying at the hospital? 
Not a good colour either, not for the daytime.

Made a start on this blog layout. I spent about three hours on this, CorelDraw was playing up again, and during the struggle…
went down six times

Gave up. I’ll have to get it done in the morrow.

The day pouch was soon filling up after I’d started to drink the water again. But still, a reddish colour that flowed into the pouch!

The Carer arrived, a helpful lad, Didn’t catch his name. Victor, I think. He tightened up the pouch strappings for me. Medications were given.
I think it was Victor, but could have been anyone with my lack of short-term memory, who sent me this photo of Sherwood. Yesterday or today’s scene? 

I was well weary after the day’s gadabouts. Again, I didn’t feel up to bother with making a proper meal.
So, a burger cob and chips it was.
BBQ sauce and bread, and a pot of jelly.
Taste-Rating: 7.2/10. (I was hungry!)

The Lace holes.
Did you get it?
Well, done!

Fare thee all Well!

Inchy: Thursday 30th November 2023

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Oh, dearie, me, night bag?

affected.
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The first-day pouch emptying.
What the heck is that in the bowl?

It’s still icy out there…

The bottom field is, too!

Far end protected by the poor trees?

The pigeons were only on one rooftop?
It must be a feeder living there.

Took a tumble. Nae bother.

Nightfall.

I only got one of them. Tsk!

Bad day for the internet…

To Date!

Late Carer, from another sight. Fear, or Fuhrer, I think his name was. Lovely lad, Sorted me, no strapping needed. I tried some new hearing aid batteries. Not much of an improvement, though.

I got some chips in the oven and garden peas in the saucepan. I will do a burger of sorts to go with them a little later on.

Back later, I hope.

I’m Back!

Super-Meal! Taste: 9.3/10!

Not looking forward to the struggle to get to the hospital this Friday morning. Cheers!

Inchy: Wed 29 Nov 23: My life has been like a whodunitry!

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REPEATEDLY!
Up to now…

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So, a quickie while it;s working…

Terrible dark night bag!

Only four visits today.

The main bother today was.
The urine was still dark.

Took this shot of the 03:30hrs morning view.
Back to the Throne.

Day pouch filled up quickly without me having anything to eat yet? Darker than ever now?

A wobbly shot of the moon taken.

Medical items are listed for the nurse.

Tray washed, waste bags amalgamated.

Then found some out-of-date food, so another bag to go.

No idea why I took this one.

Carer Shaquille arrived. Put on the fresh day bag.
Medications issued. Treats and off he went, taking the bags with him. Thank you.

Carer Chris arrived doing domestic. Mopped the kitchen with the speedmop, and wet room for me.

Wash and mess made and cleaned up after using the Trotsky-controlled Porcelain Throne.

Mug of tea at long last.

Carer Sam arrived PM.
I made an order for Asda for next week.
 
played up doing it, summat rotten!

I missed this shot off, of the third try this morning.

Spent hours getting CorelDraw to perform for me.
Managed it, but don’t know how?.

Mistakes Disclosures

Going to sort some food out now.
See ya later!
I hope!

Morning, I’m backeth with you…

. Tried again…
Ah, that was better.
Taken to the right.

Too tired to cook owt, so I had a Pork Farms Pork pie, pickled beetroot, and Milk Roll bread…
with slices of Flora not-butter, butter.
The new recipe Pork Farms pork pies,
were pale, fatty, and tasteless. But 
the beetroots was nice, and the Milk
Roll bread with the gorgeous Flora
no-butter butter… Great!
Taste-Rating: 6.5/10.
I  still ate it all. Then a brainwave appeared!
I’ll put the jelly in a dish and cover it with
some of the cream spray.
So, I did. Here is the photo taken…
I hadn’t noticed it last night, but when I came to uploading it this morning, my Pareidoliaising could see something in the bowl. Can you see it, before reading further?




Purely by accident, I’d created the face of a curly white-haired dog as I sprayed the cream on? Haha!
I wonder if the Tate Gallery would be interested?

I tried a final photo after washing the dishes.
again!
A bit better, I suppose.

I find it so easy to falter,
Often getting into a fluster,
Get conned by a fraudster…
I’ve already paid the undertaker,
Hope he wasn’t another trickster!
All my life, I’ve been a bystander,
I should have been boulder…
Been more of a grandstander? 
To avoid the many a cold shoulder, 
I could meet Putin, the genocider?
Both dead, we couldn’t kill each other!
My real wish is to again meet Grizelda!

TTFN

Inchy: Tuesday 28 November 2023 Community Nurse Day, Hurrah!

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03:10hrs: And springing awake every few minutes again last night. But, it was reluctantly that I had to rise from the 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; and hasten to the Porcelain Throne with some degree of worry about not getting there in time. 
The almost liquid evacuation seemed to go on and on, for ages. 
Cleaning up, I finished the half toilet roll and moved on to the next one to finish the job properly. Messy!
To the kitchenette with, of course, the wooden walking stick in tow. Checked the taps, fridge & freezer doors and stove had not been left dangerously.

And started taking morning photographs of the view. Then up in the sky, I could see the clouds in the murkiness from the glow of the moon coming through a gap. And took this one.
I made a 3:35-hour brew of my Glengettie tea. Took it with me to the computer, and imbibed a few of the Vegan Maryland cookies, and very nice they are too!
Went to wash the mug, washed it, then got the waste bags into one, and put it near the front door.
I managed to shoulder charge the wet room door, as I had to respond to another call to the Porcelain Throne! This time though, it did not get any sort of reaction from . That was a first-timer!.
The first two hours on the computer went something like this: 
within a minute of using the internet. 
Got it back on in about ten minutes. Opened CorelDraw to do some graphics to use. back to the computer…
Off again for 5 minutes.
And back on, I’d lost a bit of work done. (I mention this just in case CEO Mr Fries was worried about his failures, and his salary going down to a mere $62 million a year.
It took me a long time to get it back on, all just as yet again within a minute of coming back on. This time there were no Internet Services whatsoever available,  according to the listing on the computer. Total blackouts standing at eight.

arrived. Got the medications sorted, and we had a little natter as she did so. Then she checked the taps and cooker, and took the waste bag with her on the way out, for me.

Back to the computer… 
Humph! Turned everything off again. Turned off the power to the router, and removed the plug. Waited for the regulation for 15 seconds, and plugged it back in, and waited for the return of the elusive, smoke & mirrors, oppugnant, plutocratic, multi-crore, plutocratic, fallacious  
engineer instructed me to. And waited… and waited… By the time it came back on, I needed another shave! Then off it off again, for a few minutes.
Frustrated is not the word. I still haven’t had the landline telephone repaired yet… bet you they’re still charging me, though… Scumballs!

I pressed on and got the Monday blog sent off at long last, and just the one let-down during the hour and a bit. It came back on of its own accord. Do you like my graphic of Mr Oligarch… no, Fires, showing his respect for customers?
I think I may have got an idea of why the paid billions of dollars to buy Virgin Media, only to destroy it. His possible master-plan, for his wheeling and dealings, buying up and into nearly every internet provider in Europe, and South America!
Virgin was by far the biggest and best when he bought it. So, by destroying its reputation with the worst internet service in the world, now; The poor sodding customers can only go to his other financially invested-in and bought-out companies, cause he’s into just about all of them! EE, BT, ‘3’, Vodaphone, O2, Cable and Wireless Communications, Gig-Gaf, SunRise in Switzerland, Telenet in Belgium, UPC in Slovalia, Virgin Media in Ireland & Britain, UPC in Slovalia, Virgin Media in Ireland & Britain, ITV, Lionsgate and Televisa Univision, joint ventures including Formula E and All3Media and investments in funds such as Powerhouse Capital, Redbird Capital Partners and Raine, with 49 others, not mentioned on the site.
Their manipulative grubstakers, speculators, and plutocrats, all, I suggest being, from within the realms of the Oligarch stables. Greedy to share the coming profit bonanza from a monolithic single-owned internet provider in the near future?
Does that sound about right to you? Much as I hate Mr Fries and am jealous of hell of what he earns… well, gets paid; I have to admit he is a financial wizard… dodgy with it, and a scheming-foxy chap. A good-looking beast, too! Mafia-material, I’d say.
Herr Fries paid $6.2 million for a 3,542-square-foot house in Palm Beach.
What a pokey-hole. Haha!
Jealous? Me?
If he gets away with, as he does, leaving pensioners, disabled, and handicapped people without an internet service, emergency lifeline, or landline phone, he deserves his pay. Spit!
I bet he’d love to come live in my telephoneless, three-roomed flat? Maybe not!

I’d been working away with CorelDraw and the blog for two hours. No internet failures Of course, it had to happen again.

Working away on this blog for a few hours… and I realised that the internet had not gone down! Maybe he is reading my blog after all?

Back to the wet room. An almost identical splashing squirting, liquid evacuation had to be coped with.
Cleaning it up, unfortunately, set off the eshe devil, .

I realised I’d missed some pictures I took back in the morning. On the right, is the end of my beloved flat, in Woodthorpe Court. Showing the rooftop CCTV. The regular shot of the end car park on the left. Shadowy, eh? Well, would you believe it, fancy that, the internet is down, yet again!
I then took a snap of the sun getting through. An hour of two later, During the 17th failing of the abysmal, crap, internet,

I ventured into the kitchen, to investigate what I had available to have for the evening meal. One meal a day for me. 
I took this shot of amazing mini-clouds on view from the kitchenette window. I’m not sure what the two blue spots high above the clouds are; the lens on was clean?

Then… one more visit to the wet room. Not such a wet one this time, but sticky!

Back on the computer… I might have known it would let me down yet again, well I did! Thank you, CEO of , Mr Fries, the Virgin Media Destroyer Supreme. He’s destroying me as well!
Arrived, and I  pointed out to her the medications the optician told me to buy, with the associated costs. Sickening! We both agreed on that!
Marie had brought back my laundry, all neat and folded up, Marvellous! Thank you, gal. She even hung up my dressing gowns for me, bless her cotton socks. ♥

Well, I struggled with this blog. Hard work it was too. With my shaking right hand (and leg), mistakes due to lack of feeling in the finger-ends, which are all
Took the first one of the fantastic sundown.
Ten minutes later, I took one after all was dark.
What a mess I made of this one, did I not. to blame for this one.
My second effort had a much betterer outcome.
Not as dramatic, mind you, Hehehe!
I then gave up and started to get a meal sorted. Only a can of chunky veg soup, with basil tomato passata added, and some bread to soak it up with. A pot of raspberry jelly for afters.
By gum, I live well!

Back in the morning to catch up with things. TTFN. 04:25hrs: I’m back to catch up. Hehe!

Differences Clarificationalisationing

TTFN

Inchy: Monday 27th November 2023

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0515hrs: After a terrible night of supposedly sleeping all the time, my mind pondered over what I could do to get CorelDraw working again. No rest, no peace; it was an awfully disturbing nocturnal period.

I got up, gingerly, and , along with giving way, all but had me over. I grabbed the left at the side of the c1966, £300 Oxfam charity shop bought, second-hand, wincingly grotty, beige coloured, crumb-covered from my nocturnal nibblings, itch-making, uncomfortable, positively unhealthy & dangerous, no longer operational, virus-breeding, easy-to-fall-out-of, Catheter-tube-trapping, recliner, and lunged for the saviour of the morning; , and kept him with me from then on, hoping not to forget to take him.

Then as I was starting the computer, rang out from the door chime. It was coming in. He looked well-tired out, bless him. He got the medications dealt out to me. Then went to check on the medication stock in the drawer in the kitchenette to sort out what needed ordering. 
Despite it drizzling outside, the temperature was -3°f, he told me, he was sweating a bit. I think his Diabetes level must be well out again. I wished him a good kip, and off he went at the end of his shift.

I returned to the computer and tried to sort out the problem with CorelDraw if I could. Still, it opened the 2017 version…but without my doing anything, when I tried to save the graphics again… it did! This time, the option to use selected only was on view! So I got all of them done ASAP in case CorelDraw or they started again. Fingers crossed and a prayer offered to any God listening that I didn’t lose this capability later, or the next time I open CorelDraw… Pleeease! 
I kept on with this blog, even though I knew that the nurse was coming today and that I must phone the Doctor to ask to cancel the earlier appointment. And desperately needed a good wash, shave and personal medicationings done. I stink!
They thought of the risk of closing down and restarting the computer to go to the wet room for two hours, meaning that I would not be concentrating on the task at hand and be worrying if CorelDraw would go back to the old status and cock-up my current joy when I get back to it… But here goes…


All went well in the wet room. Very decent job all around today!
Of course, with the current condition of the legs, there was no showering, and only one foot was washable. No cuts shaving, not a single one, I thought. Until it came to rinsing off the traces of shaving foam from the neck, only three shaving cuts today.
Back to the computer. The web was down… I needn’t have said that; I take it for granted nowadays with the Oligarchs Service!

Arrived and we had a bit of a small natterisational moment. Only painkillers are required. She tested the alarm disc for me, and it is working.

Back on the computer, now smelling nice for when Nurse Nichole arrives to do the Severe Frailty Test.
I found this photo from last night of the meal. 8.2/10.
I took a photo of the windy, wet morning from the kitchen window. Then, ventured bravely out onto the balcony (it was darned cold out there, Hehe!) Then, the end window was opened to take a shot of the car park. It was looking bleak. The mudslide from the Woodthorpe Grange park was getting bigger.
Off to the wet room, and belatedly, I started the task of ing.

Well, that was the plan anyway. I actually thought Porc failedthat I was in danger of not getting there in time. But no! I whipped off the clothes I’d not long ago put on, and settled down on the, started doing my best to force something to happen.

But the evacuation did not even feel like it wanted to. No wind escaped, and I got out the crossword book and had a go at the puzzle for about 15 minutes. I got some of the answers filled in as well. Then, I counted the cracks in the ceiling. Sang a song and yodelled. Finally, realising whatever was in there must be rock solid, I gave up.

I made a mug of Laxative Laxido. It said I think the eyes are not too good, as you know. Mix with 125ml water and drink. Well, I wasn’t going to wash my feet with it, Hehehe! I hope it encouraged the mass of food that is festering in my stomach to get a move on and summon me back to the ! I fear I may burst open at any time. Fancy that, though… four weeks of being in total control, suddenly it’s all reversed? Then there’s the eye operations on the cataracts; I cannot see any better whatsoever? The Audio man hoovered out my ear holes, and I’m just as deaf now? Then, of course, the Catheter bag has been in for a year, and I’m further away from peeing of my own volition now. I can’t! Even worse from, the intrusive tubing into the bladder is doing him and me no good at all. Also, & bandaging for over four weeks now, so no showering allowed, and daily BO to contend with. Also, both legs  are still spouting bloody fluid! I’ll not mention or , or , ,   , or , , , or even or Red-Eye. The newly discovered , or , But, I’ll not go on about these things, Haha!

I snapped this view of the bottom field just as the rain began coming down again.
I’m beginning to think I may have made a mistake about Surgery Nurse Nicol coming today to see me. It’s getting dark now, and there’s no sign of her yet. I hope I’ve not got it wrong again.
The end car park from the balcony again. The mud may have increased a tiny bit, but not much.
So, the rains must have eased off today.
The bananas are getting black bruises coming through again. So, I ate some of them out of support for the BAA (Banana Anti-Cruelty Association).

Carer Marie checked on some food dates for me today.
Ahem! And that was on just one shelf of one cupboard!

Differences

I missed a few, but then again, I usually do. When I checked the results, you may not believe this, do you know, it only went down again.
Today’s total of malfunctions from the money-crunching and number manipulating Oligarchs of the world’s worst, most incapable,

We’ve been promised some snow and rain this coming week.
Evenings, to be between -3 to -5 overnight. Brrr!

A simple meal for a sanity-challenged simpleton. The Walls pork pies that were supposed to have pickles in them but were pickleless and tasteless. The potatoes were undercooked, and the beetroot was lovely. Most of it ended up in the bin. Flavour Rating: 1¼/10. 
Constantly nodding off and jumping awake every few minutes, a Carer arrived. I was in such a state of weariness and tiredness, I think it was …ah, yes, it was. On the chart in the morning, I saw that I’d taken his BP.

May your day be blessed with contentment!
Not for Oligarchs or Parole Boarders, though!

Inchy: Sunday 26th November 2023

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05:20hrs: I awoke, battled my way out of the £300, bought eight years ago from the second-hand shop, Harold Haemorrhoid testing, repugnantly beige-coloured, crumb containing, virus-breeding, acne-giving, rickety, none-working recliner, and detached the from and was up on my feet, and doing the balance exercises, within a few minutes. .
The wee-wee in the punch was less than expected, and of a darker shade. However, in the past, I have had it a lot darker on some mornings. So, not too bad.
The right leg bandaging still looked the same colour as the left leg’s skin. Note the long green throw I’d wrapped around my belly and put on under the dressing gown? That’s due to it being so flipping cold without the ankle and leg straps on. The nurse, Sarah, I hope, is coming on Tuesday, to see how the pins are going, so might have to start using the cumbersome, but warm again. Not that I’ll remember with all the medical appointments coming up. Hopefully, my red eye appointment with the doctor, can be cancelled somehow for Monday morning, as long as it continues to improve? It does look a little better this morning more of the white bit is showing. So, fingers crossed it continues to heal itself.
Another messy evacuation was tackled. The passing, I would think, took about five seconds, Eugrh! Hehe!
The cleaning up, took me about fifteen minutes or so. And all the bending down started to activate, but he didn’t have me over. Another   Tidied up a little in the front room. Not much. Don’t want to overdo things, you know. Hehehe! Found the spillage from last night’s exploding bottle of Schweppes tonic water, had stained the carpet something awful! What’s it doing to my stomach lining? You never know; it may even help me with & ‘s hassle?
Off to the kitchen. To get some potatoes in the crock-pot to have later on. I made a mess of taking a photo of last night’s nosh; it didn’t make it to the SD card for some reason. But I did take a photo of one mini-potatoes that I didn’t have the heart to eat. A tiny little thing.

I got the computer on, and guess what?
No signal was available.
After ten minutes or so, one came on.
An hour later, the 6th failure showed up. This time it needed the full treatment to get it back on. Lost the work I’d done by turning everything off. Reset the whatsit box… router, left it a minute, then pressed the rest button and waited in hope. 20 minutes later, it came back on. I cracked on with the Saturday blog updating. Got it done and was about to email the links and it went again. I lost all I’d done on the Email, of course. But, it did come back on of its own accord about an hour later, while I was doing a graphic on CorelDraw for Sunday’s blog.
I hastily for the Email done again and posted it.

Just in time for the dubious financial Oligarchs of again!

arrived. He got the various medicationings sorted out and offered a bit of advice on the computer problems that I was having recently with the maddening problems of Firefox crashing, Norton changing things without telling me, and CorelDraw freezing on me regularly. ‘Always back up your work’.
Finally, after Victor had departed, I got and drank a mug of Glengettie. Hurray! No biscuits were eaten with it, which I felt a little proud about!
After this failure from the famously inept , and another full reset to get it back, the thing went so slowly; it was hard work.
I went back onto CorelDraw, praying that it would not freeze on me again. IT DID! HAD TO TURN EVERYTHING OFF.

Turned itself off. Now when I try to open it, it comes up in a version from 5 years ago. Will not save anything! I could cry. The Internet is down again; just come back on; this may be the last from me… if I can get to post it that is.
All that work I did lost too!

No new graphics, no new photos, no imported things, written word only in future.

Farewell!

Inchy: Saturday 25th November 2023

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Well, it beat me; why was it so dark?

Emptied the . I ventured into the kitchen to get the kettle on for a brew of Glengettie tea… but I didn’t make one as I got carried away when I saw the moon was clearly visible and fetched , I tried to take some decent shots on it…
Oh, dearie, not only did catch me out, but as I tried again, burst into a lively few minutes worth of shaking!
It may not resemble the planet, but I think this turned out to be an unintended masterpiece? Haha!
I gave it one last chance, a distance shot.At least I got an identifiable one. But I was disappointed in not getting a close-up of it again.

Computer on. Within five minutes…
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Went on CorelDraw graphic making.
Aha, the internet came back on its own accord!
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Two minutes later.
So, I had a go at turning everything off and restarting.
Sure enough, within two minutes, it was back!

Five minutes later…
I gave up and tried to clean the oven up a bit.
It’s surprising how my bad eyes can easily miss bits of dried-on gumph when scrubbing away in the oven.

Oiled the ear-holes.

Tried the computer again. Signal back on. I was so pleased that for the next 15 minutes, there were none of the Oligarchal failures. Then, as the Carer arrived…
The wonderfully reliable, cheap, friendly people of s, did so again. Currently, failures stand at
I’ve not recorded many because I had no internet to record them on. Hello…

I sorted out the waste bags.
How bad this is!

Got some small potatoes on the crock-pot. I added a good splash of sea salt and a sprinkling of the gorgeous-tastingseasoning. Not unlike Worcestershire sauce, a little less intense, but the flavour lingers on the tongue more.

Gotten Himmel…
Mostly liquid!.

Back on the computer…
With the smoke & mirrors, number-crunching, fact-fiddling, giving me so much time to curse, spit and throw oaths and curses on them, it also gave me a chance to try to see why they are getting into, by investment or buying them out, so many, most if not all of the European internet suppliers. And yet, they are proving incapable of maintaining a service connection? And are they ruining the reputation of all suppliers? You see, I consider they are doing this on purpose. Their ulterior motive is still a puzzle to me. Not why they are doing this, that is plainly obvious; To Make Profit! Oddly, one of their other purchased companies, EE, along with BT (Liberty-Global now the biggest shareholder in them), Vodafone and ‘3’, had connections available at the top of the list this morning. (On the computer wifi-rota) after Virgin went for the fourth time? I clicked on the EE connection to see what’s available hourly, daily, or weekly for the appropriate rates. Further proof of the double-dealing, money-manipulating, by the esteemed Mike Fries, Chief Executive Officer and Vice Chairman of Liberty Global. Who took home a $64m salary plus bonuses in FY2, is behind the cunning plot to become financially focussed through blurring facts, figures, fallaciousness, fiendishness, foxy, and furtive by any means available to him! If they may read this blog for a laugh, note I have refrained from using fabricated, falsified, fictitious, flagitious, fibbed or flectional. Better let him know my dwindling bank balance is about what he earns in two minutes! Well, that’s for their lawyers if they decide to sue me, really) 

s, as of 15:00hrs, stand at:
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After has been, I’m going to tackle the biggest job of any day… Getting a wash and shave! There is no showering today, not with the bandaging on my right leg. Joanne took off the strapping and diabetic sock for me from the left leg. Bless her cotton socks! ♥ 

Here goes, ♬Hi-Ho, Hi-Ho, it’s off to the wet room I go♬

It should be a quicker and safer task today. No need for me to get dressed afterwards… well, slippers, a quilt, and a dressing gown are all I shall adorn.

Also, with the right leg bandaging from the foot to above the knee, there shall be no showering. 
It’s just a stand-up jobbie.
I was amazed when I found out it had taken me so long, but far less than when dressing and showering. The teeth and gums didn’t bleed… but that was likely because I forgot to clean them. Tsk! Shaving, just the one cut this time. It was only getting the PPs on that was any real bother. No falls or tumbles, mind you.

However, using the short picker-upperer, I caught the release valve on the Catheter bag, so I had to rewash the legs, carpet, and floor.

Got dressed & sorted. And got the computer on…

arrived. Issued the medications, and he was overjoyed at not having to do the task of  Hehe!

He took a photo of the red eye so I could email it to the Doctor to get out of Monday’s appointment. I just don’t like the idea of using four buses with the associated risks to get there & back. He took the laundry down for me and returned 6 minutes later with the bag. The laundry dryer was not working. Humph!

Am I lucky or what? The next occurrence will clarify that question for us all. I went to open another bottle of pink soda water to assist the bladder…
As I unscrewed the cap, a third of the contents sprayed out! Onto the computer keyboard, the leg bandaging, the recliner, the clean dressing down and my chest, face and hands, and the carpet, for many feet away!
I despair!

Now Firefox has gone down again!
I’ll try to get the pics on then to send it.

Crap Day Nowt, is unusual there!

Inchy Friday 24th November 2023

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06:30hrs (5½ hours sleep. Great!): I struggled to get my poorly legs down from the chair, and wriggled in the £300, second-hand, most uncomfortable, decrepit, Haemorrhoid Harold-testing, micro-organism-microbe-bugged, easily-falloutable from, unfit-for-use, not working, recliner, one leg fell from the chair and clouted the ankle against the raised leg. This made me jump a smidgeon, and I felt the blood from , the tube yanked inside the little fella, causing more blood loss, but this is nothing to a man of my stature. I could see blood coming through the pink bandaging that Nurse Sarah had put on the right leg, yesterday. And as I tried to raise myself from the depths of the crumb covered from the cheesy curls I’d nocturnally unknowingly eaten, I was shaken like never been before via . Along with so many of the failings from and , they ensured me day-long fears of having a fall, tumble or stumble. But, as of now, I have coped well with them. I am making sure I try to take the stick with me every time I move about.  
I assume it was my Cartilage gals… well, it must have been because does not give way just like that, and his pains stay a lot longer… yes, they are guilty! Hehe!

arrived..
Followed hours later by my precious caring .
arrived and did the medications. I think he was well pleased with not having to do the leg straps on both legs. Hehehe! Did his BP. Looking good again! . The Meridian team leader arrived. She asked for some catheter night bags, as a chap in the flats has just come out of hospital and is in need. She took a bag and said she would return it when his stocks arrived later next week. Glad to help.

Two-tone leg straps and bandaging.

Waste bags sorted.

The Iceland order arrived.
Exceptional no-meat meat slices today.
They had beef in them, and they had carefully ensured that the food was ready-crushed to save my few teeth when I ate them, I assume. How kind!The fridge was topped up again.
Substituted milk roll loaf with tasteless white.

Bit of Advice Here…
Do take care when unscrewing jars.
Sometimes the tin lid, on a jar of pickled beetroot has gone through the Iceland pre-crushing system and has sharp edges indented on the cap.

Got the Carers & Nurses nibbles box filled

Nice little clouds.

The papules can be felt bleeding under the bandaging.
The left leg will have the leg strap removed permanently to see how it goes tonight. If I remember to tell the carer

Found this new to me word.

Differences displayed.

Mopped the kitchen floor.
nearly had me over at one time. But I managed to stay perpendicular. Just!

Late Night Shots
Going, going…
Still going…
Close up…
Ah… Gone!

TTFN