Inchcock: Wednesday 26th October 2022

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I had slept for seven hours! Yes! Mind you, my body and feeble brain needed it! No question about that. I woke around 03:30hrs, disgruntedly requiring a wee-wee. Which was just as well cause it woke me up properly, and I knew I had a lot of catching up to do on the blog.

The wee-wee was of the rare for me nowadays, SP (Short-Powerfull) type. I cannot say the same about the annoying, time-consuming CM (Cessational Micturitional) after-dribbling. A good job I took the three-pronged Metal Mickey walking stick with me to the NWWB (Nocturnal-Wee-Wee-Bucket).  
By the time I got around to taking off the night attire, I’d forgotten all the things I had laid there thinking needed doing!
A good start to disrobing as well. The moment I realised I had double-knotted the waist cord, the innards summoned me to the . So, I went to the Throne.
The solidity of the evacuating product has never been so resistant to move before as it was this morning! Well, no, that’s a fib; I’m sorry! There was one as bad; as the last time, I ate some sweetcorn, as I recall. Some years ago now, when I discovered that sweetcorn blocked me up. It was put on the ‘do not eat’ list by Dr Vindla.
The only thing I can think of, as there may have been ground sweetcorn in the meatless chilli I had for tea last night? A shame cause I enjoyed it. Better not risk having it again.
Continued: I spent ages on the crossword book. Did rather better today, I got five more answers filled in. Giving off the odd verbal ‘ueek’, ‘argh’, and ‘oh-oh-oh’ as I braved trying to push things along. But it didn’t help anyway. Only 36 cracks were found in the ceiling today; I thought there were 43 last week? I topped up the olive-oil dropper from the bottle. Had it not been for the pain, I may have dropped off back to sleep on the Throne.
Took a battering. Could have been worse, though. At least it wasn’t a torpedo that emerged. A few golfball-sized concrete-like escapees, instead, this time. A great relief!

I went back to get dressed and noticed the reminder for next week I’d stuck on the high bookcase. I’m on form today. Fancy me noticing something. Hehehe!
If I can keep going like this, maybe I could scare of Dementia Doreen? Fat chance, but a wonderful idea!

As I started to get Richard’s treats collated, a noticed something else. And I weakened when I saw the rather delightful-tasting Toffifees box… and I nicked one of them from the packet. Guilty! No defence! Hang him! I seem to be feeling a little perkier now?
Off to the kitchen to get them in a bag and make another mug of tea! Thompson’s Punjana this time. And jolly nice it was too!

I noticed a third thing as well… Oh, Yes!
The view outside looked almost like a water painting to me.
I love it like this.
So, I got the Lumix, set it on the Landscape option.
And took these photos of it.
The top one was to the right of the window, the second one straight ahead, and the third to the left.

Chimed out, and in walked .
It was so nice to see him. He’s been talking with his Meridian Management about my problems. Nice that the lad cares.
He soon got the medications sorted, and we had a jolly good nattering session. But all good things have to come to an end. Hehe! Picked his bags up, selected some plonk, and off he went. Not before time, I think, ’cause he was yawning a bit… well, a lot, poor lad.

Walked him to the door and waved him off, and returned to the computer.
Got stuck into updating and posting off of the Tuesday blog. Dedicated, I was on a mission! Gorrit done, as well.

Then the world changed. The lights dimmed as Anne Gyna, who, let’s be fair, has been good to me for several days – returned with a vengeance. Virtually crippling my concentration, and the blogging just had to stop.
I’ll turn off the computer and try to get something to eat, have a sit-down and see how I go on with that. This is not good… But I’ve had worse. Back in a bit.

It’s morning now, and I am playing catch-up again. Memory is not with me, used memory notes alone. So not detailed overly details from here on.

Woken by . Did meds and picked drinkies from the fridge. Took waste bags with him.
Got the nosh made; however, it was a new worst-ever effort!.
I was still half-asleep, I think. Gawd knows what I did with the mashed potatoes; they were stone cold?
The small potatoes were just about eatable. The sausages, gravy and onions were tepid, the vegan burger warm but dried… I just don’t know what I got up to in preparing this meal.  Even the tomatoes were bitter? I ate the small potatoes and tried each of the other ingredients, but none were edible. 
What a farce! Taste Rating; -2/10! Horrible!

I can’t recall taking any of these shots of the evening view at all. But the pots had been washed when I got up in the morning. And judging by the squelchy heavy feel of the waste bags. It looks like I’d once again put the uneaten meal, drained it into several bags and then a big one to prevent any leakages.

I think what little, which really wasn’t much at all that I had eaten, was soon coming back as stomach ache within minutes of getting back down in the £300, used, second-hand shop bought nine years ago, c1966, discomfiting, alarmingly Karki-beige coloured, crumb containing, TV remote hiding, not working recliner, and the guts started grinding away.
So, once again, getting to sleep was not easy.
I got up to take some Peptac, and it was then I noticed how clean I’d left the kitchen sink area. Pots all washed, surfaces wiped, pots away… Can anyone tell me when I did this, cause I’m confounded about when I did it?

ODE TO LIVING A LIFE THAT’s DUFF

Life without Dementia Doreen, can be hard enough,
But with her, you’ve got to be tough!
Living is full of confusion, fear and bluff…
At low times, I can think I’ve had enough…
Especially now, when things are rough,
This morning I was feeling very gruff…
Bald as a coot, I now find I’ve got dandruff!

Cheers, each!

By Inchie

78 years of age, pretty ugly, short, bald, pot-bellied, in ill health. Decaying physically and morally. Mechanical ticker valve, Duodenal Donald, Saccades-Sandra, Arthur Itis, Hernia Henry, Hard of Hearing Hank, Bad eyesight Boris, Reflux Roger, Peripheral Neuropathy, Nerve Neurotransmitters Not-working Wendy, Bladder Cancer Chris, Stuttering Stephany, Haemorrhoid Harold, Shaking Shaun, Dizzy Dennis, FND, ... there are others, but I've tired myself out, now! Hehehe! Oh, then I had a stroke! Now awaiting Cataract & Glaucoma operations. Diabetes 2, Leg-Ulcer-Ulrich, Cartilage Chloe & Carole and am flat-bound. Tsk! Failures, Accifauxpas and Whoopsiedangleplops are my Forte... Hehehe! I love making folk smile when I can. TTFNski!

12 comments

  1. Timothy Price – I specialize in daily art, documentary and promotional photography. If you have a special event such as a musical production, play, concert, etc. or have a product or fashion that you need photographed, or you are a performer, musician and artist in need of promotional photos please email me or call.
    Timothy Price says:

    Whoa! A -2 taste rating. Too bad. Excellent photos.

    Reply
    1. Inchy – Nottingham. UK. – 78 years of age, pretty ugly, short, bald, pot-bellied, in ill health. Decaying physically and morally. Mechanical ticker valve, Duodenal Donald, Saccades-Sandra, Arthur Itis, Hernia Henry, Hard of Hearing Hank, Bad eyesight Boris, Reflux Roger, Peripheral Neuropathy, Nerve Neurotransmitters Not-working Wendy, Bladder Cancer Chris, Stuttering Stephany, Haemorrhoid Harold, Shaking Shaun, Dizzy Dennis, FND, ... there are others, but I've tired myself out, now! Hehehe! Oh, then I had a stroke! Now awaiting Cataract & Glaucoma operations. Diabetes 2, Leg-Ulcer-Ulrich, Cartilage Chloe & Carole and am flat-bound. Tsk! Failures, Accifauxpas and Whoopsiedangleplops are my Forte... Hehehe! I love making folk smile when I can. TTFNski!
      Inchcock says:

      I’m getting skills in producing crap meals lately. Did a chilli yesterday, but made it so hot, I couldn’t eat it! Smelt lovely as well.
      Must have been the bell-peppers I added, do you think? Tsk! So made fries beans and potatoes BBQ, and couldn’t get through that, I made too much. Humph! Hehe!
      I could see Venus this morning when I took the sky photo, but the clouds kept covering her. A lot higher in the sky this time.
      I’ll keep trying.
      Cheers mate, thanks.

      Reply
      1. Timothy Price – I specialize in daily art, documentary and promotional photography. If you have a special event such as a musical production, play, concert, etc. or have a product or fashion that you need photographed, or you are a performer, musician and artist in need of promotional photos please email me or call.
        Timothy Price says:

        Bell peppers are not hot. It sounds like someone did a switcheroo on you with something like poblano peppers that look like bell peppers but they are hot.

      2. Inchy – Nottingham. UK. – 78 years of age, pretty ugly, short, bald, pot-bellied, in ill health. Decaying physically and morally. Mechanical ticker valve, Duodenal Donald, Saccades-Sandra, Arthur Itis, Hernia Henry, Hard of Hearing Hank, Bad eyesight Boris, Reflux Roger, Peripheral Neuropathy, Nerve Neurotransmitters Not-working Wendy, Bladder Cancer Chris, Stuttering Stephany, Haemorrhoid Harold, Shaking Shaun, Dizzy Dennis, FND, ... there are others, but I've tired myself out, now! Hehehe! Oh, then I had a stroke! Now awaiting Cataract & Glaucoma operations. Diabetes 2, Leg-Ulcer-Ulrich, Cartilage Chloe & Carole and am flat-bound. Tsk! Failures, Accifauxpas and Whoopsiedangleplops are my Forte... Hehehe! I love making folk smile when I can. TTFNski!
        Inchcock says:

        I’ll do my best to remember those names, Tim, thanks; to avoid them!
        I think the yellow ones would suit me better?
        Cheers, Sir.

      3. Timothy Price – I specialize in daily art, documentary and promotional photography. If you have a special event such as a musical production, play, concert, etc. or have a product or fashion that you need photographed, or you are a performer, musician and artist in need of promotional photos please email me or call.
        Timothy Price says:

        As long as they are real bell peppers. Habanero peppers are yellow and orange. There are some Thai hot peppers that are yellow. Habaneros and Thai peppers are way hotter than poblanos.

      4. Inchy – Nottingham. UK. – 78 years of age, pretty ugly, short, bald, pot-bellied, in ill health. Decaying physically and morally. Mechanical ticker valve, Duodenal Donald, Saccades-Sandra, Arthur Itis, Hernia Henry, Hard of Hearing Hank, Bad eyesight Boris, Reflux Roger, Peripheral Neuropathy, Nerve Neurotransmitters Not-working Wendy, Bladder Cancer Chris, Stuttering Stephany, Haemorrhoid Harold, Shaking Shaun, Dizzy Dennis, FND, ... there are others, but I've tired myself out, now! Hehehe! Oh, then I had a stroke! Now awaiting Cataract & Glaucoma operations. Diabetes 2, Leg-Ulcer-Ulrich, Cartilage Chloe & Carole and am flat-bound. Tsk! Failures, Accifauxpas and Whoopsiedangleplops are my Forte... Hehehe! I love making folk smile when I can. TTFNski!
        Inchcock says:

        Blimey, I’ll havr to write these down before I go shopping today, Tim. Thanks for the warning.
        I don’t want to risk going through all that cooking effort and time to throw it away again. Might go back to BBQ rice again? But I do love a mildish chilli.
        Hey-ho! Cheers.

      5. Timothy Price – I specialize in daily art, documentary and promotional photography. If you have a special event such as a musical production, play, concert, etc. or have a product or fashion that you need photographed, or you are a performer, musician and artist in need of promotional photos please email me or call.
        Timothy Price says:

        Look for sweet bell peppers.

      6. Inchy – Nottingham. UK. – 78 years of age, pretty ugly, short, bald, pot-bellied, in ill health. Decaying physically and morally. Mechanical ticker valve, Duodenal Donald, Saccades-Sandra, Arthur Itis, Hernia Henry, Hard of Hearing Hank, Bad eyesight Boris, Reflux Roger, Peripheral Neuropathy, Nerve Neurotransmitters Not-working Wendy, Bladder Cancer Chris, Stuttering Stephany, Haemorrhoid Harold, Shaking Shaun, Dizzy Dennis, FND, ... there are others, but I've tired myself out, now! Hehehe! Oh, then I had a stroke! Now awaiting Cataract & Glaucoma operations. Diabetes 2, Leg-Ulcer-Ulrich, Cartilage Chloe & Carole and am flat-bound. Tsk! Failures, Accifauxpas and Whoopsiedangleplops are my Forte... Hehehe! I love making folk smile when I can. TTFNski!
        Inchcock says:

        I’ll do that, cheers, Tim.

  2. Doug Thomas – Alliance, NE – I retired from nearly 36 years in a factory that produces hydraulic and industrial hoses. That is the short of it. The most interesting thing I've done is serve in the US Army as a motion picture photographer. I was stationed in then-West Germany in Kaiserslautern, Kleber Kaserne, in the 69th Signal Company (Photo). I was sent all over western Europe filming military exercises and other less interesting things. This enabled me to become a "bier kenner", someone knowledgeable about beer. Haw! I was much younger then, and could handle the wear and tear. The most interesting thing that happened to me happened in 1980, the first day of the new year: I spotted a rara avis in my backyard. A phainopepla, a member of the silky flycatcher family! It stayed around for two months, long enough for me to photograph it through a garage window not more than 2m from a birdbath to which it came each day. The photos, sent to the state ornithological organization and their rare bird report committee, established me as the first and only person to have seen this particular bird in my state. Records for my state go back to Lewis and Clarke's western expedition, so that gives you the context and perspective through which other birders view my record. You should too! It was a once-in-a-lifetime occurrence. It lead to a decade of uninterrupted bliss, tracking down birds in the field with other people of a feather. The worst thing that happened to me is called Wegener's granulomatosis. Oh dear! This is where it becomes difficult! WG is a form of vasculitis that you have for life once it develops. It has no known cause, though scientists work as I write to try to determine why it occurs. My story is long and I am tired: More details later! It is a fatal disease without proper care. With proper care, people still can die! One last detail: a weggie (pronounced "wegg-ee"), is a person with Wegener's granulomatosis. It is an Australian construction, to the best of my knowledge, and suits me better than being known in perpetuity as a "WG patient". In 2016, a Wegener's flare mostly wiped out what kidney function I still had, and I went through a two month process of hospitalization and rehabilitation before I could return home to my two cats, Andy and Dougy. My neighbors across the lane took care of them while i was gone, with a childhood friend who substituted for my neighbors when they had to be out of town. The major change brought about by the flare: I now am on dialysis three times a week. Fortunately for me, my local general hospital has a very modern, well staffed dialysis unit. With a nurse-to-patient ratio of nearly one-one, it is the best of five dialysis sites I've been in. The recliners are even heated! Since these units are typically kept ice berg cold, you can see I feel like I am in heaven! (Well, not yet, but you get the idea!)
    Doug Thomas says:

    Nothing brilliant to add here other than to note I, as usual, stopped by! Howdy, as we say where I live!

    Reply
    1. Inchy – Nottingham. UK. – 78 years of age, pretty ugly, short, bald, pot-bellied, in ill health. Decaying physically and morally. Mechanical ticker valve, Duodenal Donald, Saccades-Sandra, Arthur Itis, Hernia Henry, Hard of Hearing Hank, Bad eyesight Boris, Reflux Roger, Peripheral Neuropathy, Nerve Neurotransmitters Not-working Wendy, Bladder Cancer Chris, Stuttering Stephany, Haemorrhoid Harold, Shaking Shaun, Dizzy Dennis, FND, ... there are others, but I've tired myself out, now! Hehehe! Oh, then I had a stroke! Now awaiting Cataract & Glaucoma operations. Diabetes 2, Leg-Ulcer-Ulrich, Cartilage Chloe & Carole and am flat-bound. Tsk! Failures, Accifauxpas and Whoopsiedangleplops are my Forte... Hehehe! I love making folk smile when I can. TTFNski!
      Inchcock says:

      Surprisingly, Doug, my Dad used that phrase, but in flat, gutteral countryside English – ‘Owdy’. I can see and hear him saying it now. Hahaha!
      I’ve missed another meeting as I mentioned with the Doctor, but can remember things from 70 years ago?
      Funny old world, innit?
      Hope you and Andy are doing well, mates.

      Reply
      1. Doug Thomas – Alliance, NE – I retired from nearly 36 years in a factory that produces hydraulic and industrial hoses. That is the short of it. The most interesting thing I've done is serve in the US Army as a motion picture photographer. I was stationed in then-West Germany in Kaiserslautern, Kleber Kaserne, in the 69th Signal Company (Photo). I was sent all over western Europe filming military exercises and other less interesting things. This enabled me to become a "bier kenner", someone knowledgeable about beer. Haw! I was much younger then, and could handle the wear and tear. The most interesting thing that happened to me happened in 1980, the first day of the new year: I spotted a rara avis in my backyard. A phainopepla, a member of the silky flycatcher family! It stayed around for two months, long enough for me to photograph it through a garage window not more than 2m from a birdbath to which it came each day. The photos, sent to the state ornithological organization and their rare bird report committee, established me as the first and only person to have seen this particular bird in my state. Records for my state go back to Lewis and Clarke's western expedition, so that gives you the context and perspective through which other birders view my record. You should too! It was a once-in-a-lifetime occurrence. It lead to a decade of uninterrupted bliss, tracking down birds in the field with other people of a feather. The worst thing that happened to me is called Wegener's granulomatosis. Oh dear! This is where it becomes difficult! WG is a form of vasculitis that you have for life once it develops. It has no known cause, though scientists work as I write to try to determine why it occurs. My story is long and I am tired: More details later! It is a fatal disease without proper care. With proper care, people still can die! One last detail: a weggie (pronounced "wegg-ee"), is a person with Wegener's granulomatosis. It is an Australian construction, to the best of my knowledge, and suits me better than being known in perpetuity as a "WG patient". In 2016, a Wegener's flare mostly wiped out what kidney function I still had, and I went through a two month process of hospitalization and rehabilitation before I could return home to my two cats, Andy and Dougy. My neighbors across the lane took care of them while i was gone, with a childhood friend who substituted for my neighbors when they had to be out of town. The major change brought about by the flare: I now am on dialysis three times a week. Fortunately for me, my local general hospital has a very modern, well staffed dialysis unit. With a nurse-to-patient ratio of nearly one-one, it is the best of five dialysis sites I've been in. The recliners are even heated! Since these units are typically kept ice berg cold, you can see I feel like I am in heaven! (Well, not yet, but you get the idea!)
        Doug Thomas says:

        Interesting! Well, I know that ancient details clearly remembered vs. what I had for lunch yesterday, I don’t recall business!

      2. Inchy – Nottingham. UK. – 78 years of age, pretty ugly, short, bald, pot-bellied, in ill health. Decaying physically and morally. Mechanical ticker valve, Duodenal Donald, Saccades-Sandra, Arthur Itis, Hernia Henry, Hard of Hearing Hank, Bad eyesight Boris, Reflux Roger, Peripheral Neuropathy, Nerve Neurotransmitters Not-working Wendy, Bladder Cancer Chris, Stuttering Stephany, Haemorrhoid Harold, Shaking Shaun, Dizzy Dennis, FND, ... there are others, but I've tired myself out, now! Hehehe! Oh, then I had a stroke! Now awaiting Cataract & Glaucoma operations. Diabetes 2, Leg-Ulcer-Ulrich, Cartilage Chloe & Carole and am flat-bound. Tsk! Failures, Accifauxpas and Whoopsiedangleplops are my Forte... Hehehe! I love making folk smile when I can. TTFNski!
        Inchcock says:

        Roger-Wilko. Understood. Doug… Over…
        Hehe!

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