16/05/2023 – Inchie Today

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THE WAKING-UP ALTERCATION
03:55hrs: A conversation started immediately. Presumably, it was with Alto-Ego & me… or maybe the Ka? Or talking to myself?
It went something like this: “What the %+£# are to waking up for?” – “I didn’t mean to; I could do with some more sleep…” – “You ‘Twat-Wrangling Pillock!”… Still, being as you’re awake, you’d better check the Catheter night bag… after yesterday’s farce” – “Worra mean?” – “Can’t yer remember? You got the bag tube twisted around yer leg, and saw the pathetic few fluid ounces of urine in the bag, and panicked – it took the carer to look at it and tell yer… “Oh, yea…” – “I’m not sure if you’re more like a dumbo or a dildo!” “How did you know?” – “What about you being a Dildo?” – “No, about me panicking?” – “Gawd, your thick” – “Who are you anyway?”… that was all there was unless I missed something. Which is a possibility, of course.
It’s not verbatim-like but summat-like it.
I even wrote about it on my memory notepad – not that I could decipher a lot of it. I think I wrote it down before getting up from the £300, second-hand bought, c1968, nauseously beige not-working, rusty, rickety, crumb-holder of a tatty recliner.
I cogitated over if I was dreaming about this incident or did it really happen? Anyway, I fell asleep again.
According to the notepad, I woke again at 04:55hrs and got up.

I belched as I carefully bent down to check out the . Half expecting the bag to be nearly empty again. But as I got down, I could see that the long attachment tube had urine in it. And for a change, it was really light-coloured! The Carer gave it a two on the NHS scale chart.

As was to be expected, getting off the grip nozzle took a while, enough to set off hurting. As I got up, I had giving way; it could be a painful day!
(It was, I kid you not!) Went into the kitchen and took customary shots of the morning view.
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A blue-green hue this morning?

Aha, a summons from the innards arrived; I was in need of the . So, I went off to the wet room. It seemed a good idea, as that is where the Porcelain Throne is. Hehe!
After three days of ruling the evacuations, had counter-attacked and done much better than Putin. He is now in complete control
What a mess! More bending to clean things up.
, was getting furious with me. And then, started giving way, but now with sharp pains when she did. A new trait, this was. Grumph!
(Did I say it was going to be a painful day?)
Then the dreaded task of fetching water from the kitchen to refill the W.C. water tank that is still not working.
Hobbling with the walking stick and and now giving me stick, almost made me not bother and leave it to stink and see if I can get some help then. But, being a moral, thoughtful and aware of others sort of chap, the thought only lasted for a fleeting moment.
(Did I mention that it was going to be a painful day?)
Before I started the ablutions, I took an extra Codeine.

I decided to risk annoying anyone for once; and started the

The teeth were bleeding, or gums, or both again. I recall being at the dentist last time and begging them to take what teeth I have left out. But no, “They’ll last until next time!” she said! I also recall she did a three-minute check on the teeth (I had a watch that worked, and I could see back then! I was counting the cobwebs on the ceiling, & cracks in the faux-pa leather seat I was in.

At least the legs and feet looked much better!
But and were not easing up yet. Then… a Yeow!
(Did I tell you it was going to be a painful day?)

Hours later, I got on the computer.
It was DHL with My FoodDen order that I thought had not been taken, cause they did not recognise my email, so I ordered an Asda one for next week. Ah, well, when I broke it won’t matter!
I put the box near the door. I must make a start on the blog, or it will be another gone-midnight job…

Carer Kara called. I meant to ask her if she could rub some Phorpain gel on my back, but, I forgot too; taking medications.

The Iceland delivery arrived…
Only three carrier bags were taken through by the deliveryman, to the kitchen. Thanking him.
Then I set about sorting the things brought for me.

Not this photo above, of the fridge? The bottom drawer was now full of Squashies, of varying flavours. The girls like these, and as long as they stay on offer, I’ll try to get some in each week. My way of thanking them with a little treat. Ah, just noticed they are called Slushies, not Squashies.

I had to try the new what I thought was Vegan Rice & Chicken.
But they are proper chicken, so they will be handed out to someone shortly. Put them in the freezer.
The mini-roll cakes are a lot dearer than anywhere else, but have some icing on them and do taste so lemony. ♥
The Jammie Joeys, I thought, were iced cobs… but no! They are coconut cobs with jam in the centre (I think). Hope the gals like them. I took one for my neighbour Josie

Seemed to like the look of them, bless her.

Got them stored away, and went back on the computer.
Not getting much done today…
Then I remembered the MyFooDen box needed opening.

Put some in the fridge. I was baffled as to why I’d ordered some of the items. Some I’d never heard of? Borsch?
Zacusa De Chuplego?. Another one, but can’t remember its name now. I’ll not be getting up if I can avoid it, cause, believe me, has never been so painful!
As for the canned stuff, I’d apparently ordered more Goulash, a vegetable pate with mushrooms, and more beans?.
This is now my stock of canned goods from MyFooDen?
Any more cock-ups, and I’ll be bankrupt!

Got down to the blogging again, and surprisingly finished yesterday’s Inchie Today and posted it off at about 14:40hrs.

Carer Jodie arrived. She loved the ‘Slushies’!
Issued the medications, and we had a little natter… well, it was me really doing the talking. I must have bored the poor gal so much; by telling her about and
. I must stop doing that!

I went to see if the sun was worth photoing, and saw that it was already gone 20:00hrs!. Crikey, I’ve been up for 16hrs, and I’ve not even gotten near finishing this blog yet!
I want to go on the WordPress Reader (If it’ll let me this time).
Do some graphics that are needed… No chance, is there?
Then getting back to the computer to do what I could… as seemed to be easing, would you believe it, started. There’s no winning for me!

I’ll get the sky photos taken since midday uploaded now..

No movement in the being done-up house?.Beautiful!

Awesome!
From the other window

Creatures with beaks,
Is it a bird? Hehe!.

Aha, the brown sky cometh?
Pareidolian’s Delight
The moon’s surface?
A bird?
A Spider?
A mousse?
Amazing!

Carer Jodie called the last one.
Painkillers, Peptac and natter.

Din-Dins Now…
The Morrison Fries may have been designer ones.
About every other chip had a green end on it.
There was no extra charge for this artwork!
The defrosted Asda Sourdough Special-Extra-Flavour bread rolls, may as well have been rolled up old newspaper – Tasteless!
The Lithuanian chopped beetroot was nice and tangy, not too hard. The Polish jar of green peas was good.
The Bulgarian sauce, is too hot for me.
I ate it all, though… well, not the newspaper…
I mean, Asda Sourdough cobs; that were
99p, now costing £1.39.
A candid Taste-Rating of 5.5/10.

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I went from the pits of depression to a totally uncaring sod-it mode.
With rare, but they were there, I must deserve this hell of a life, a type of acceptance; The state & mess I am in mentally and physically have to be considered just rewards! There was a certain peacefulness in this condition.
None of the false highs yet, though (13:58hrs).
Up and down like a jo-jo. But the extremes were all low. Something may occur to lift me.. but then, do I deserve it? As of now, I think not.
The balance is all over the place again; several walls and doorframes have been clipped – which, of course, along with fetching water to refill the W.C. every visit, is ensuring that and are able to be enjoyed. I remembered to ask Carer Richard to rub some Phorpain gel into my back this morning.

I’ll try to ask a later Carer to do the same… if I remember to. I must ask someone to call the Easy-Link for me soon to book me a lift to and back from the .
Sunnier today. Got a bit of in.
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05:30hrs: I stirred into life… very reluctantly! Unpresumptuously, yes! I realised that I’d not put on the night bag attachment as soon as I saw it wasn’t there! Normally something like that would had cursing me, but not this morning. I couldn’t muster up any interest and still wanted to go back to sleep again. I knew it was going to be a bad day.
The need for the , only bought fear of having to risk or , carrying the water from the kitchen to the wet room to refill the broken (but they are coming on the 17th to look at it) plumbing thingamabob.
ruled this session. No bleeding, though; it just cost me agony and ages to get the torpedo out.
Fetching the water brought me back to reality a little. With my balance so bad these last couple of days, I took great care and concentration in the three trips, not to wobble. Doing this with a walking stick and the other hand under the bucket is a work of art!
I felt better about myself when it was all over with.
The feet, legs and toes looked much better today. I even avoided any

Went to get the computer on, noticing my balance was still poor. But why?
I took this poor photo from the computer chair.
I was not yet light, with a little mist, and no signs of rain.

I made an order for Iceland. I promised the Nurses and Carers I’d try to get some more of the alcoholic ‘Slushies for their treats’ As I finished conforming the order… Liberty-Global’s Mr Fries shower struck again!
But, I’ll not insult them, swear about them, nor be jealous that they can pay Fries $26 million wages. Oh, No! It doesn’t bother me in the slightest!

While I was waiting, yet again, for Liberty-Global’s shit service to come back on, I investigated what I could have for my nosh later on. Well, that was the plan. But and however… on my way to the kitchenette… !!! I’m not sure if it was or who caused it – but it was that copped it, and passed it on to me, in no uncertain terms!
It was baddish one this time. I got some gel on where I could reach and took an extra painkiller.

An earlier snap of the view from the kitchenette window.

Made an order for next week with Asda – Walmart. There are still boosting prices!

Pressed on with blogging and got the Sunday one posted.

Then took two pictures of the amazing sky above!
This was undoubtedly the highlight of the day for me.
My few minutes of Pareidoliaing brought me almost joy. I do love finding things in the clouds.
A ghost’s head, a face, and so many more. Love it!

I spent an age figure searching. I think the bad eyesight helps you find them, cause the Carers could not see what I did. Hehehe!
photographicalisation. I had another Well, took two more, The first one I caught the end of the window frame.
Time to get the nosh started.
I’ll make some sliced potatoes and have some white sauce that JAne said is good with spuds.

I’ll be back later… or in the morning to catch up.

Morning Catch-Up Service:

I took this photo of the back of the Winwood Heights front car park, as I got the nosh prepared.
Easy meal, a frozen potato sauce aubergines thingamabob, that was microwaved.
With some sliced and oiled potatoes done in the oven… Oh, and a can of peas.
Got down in the c1966, £300 pound, second-hand charity-shop bought, crumb-containing, odour-retaining, Harold’s Haemorrhoid-testing, nauseatingly beige coloured, non-operative, electric virus-breeding recliner.
Flavour-Rating: 6/10. Got the goggle-box on to watch ‘Heartbeat’, and feasted!

Went to do the washing up, and the sky was again beautiful.

The top photo prompted my love of pareidoliaising. I could see a creature, with an open mouth, bulging eyeballs, nose and arms or fins, seemingly attacking the black cloud?
When I moved from the camera lens, I could not see it.
Then move in a bit, and zoomed, in to take a shot of the black cloud. With its eyes and nose?
Back to 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.
The Carer arrived and medicated me. Then back to the TV… Zzz!

Woke up, and had a temporary moment. I was sure I could smell something burning. I fumbled my way out of the recliner, grabbed the four-pronged Metal Mickey, and adopted a Sherlockian Status to investigate the cause of the smell of burning… But nothing was discovered? Checked all the rooms, but could not see or smell signs of any conflagration.

CAUGHT THE SUNSET!

I opened the kitchen window. There were a few spots of rain falling.
Took the first three pictures.

I turned to get a drink of water from the fridge, and.. gave way, and I tumbled forwards, clouting my chest on the edge of the cupboard.
As would be expected from a man of my calibre, I laughed it off. Got the spring water, stopped crying and got on with the last bit of my sunset photographicalisationing.

Saying farewell to the sun as it disappeared.

Another settling into the £300, second-hand, most uncomfortable, decrepit, Haemorrhoid Harold-testing, creaking, sleep-deterring, nauseatingly beige-coloured, not-working, recliner.

For once, I was in the land of nod straight away.
The thought storms were not so proliferating.
And the shooting awakes were far less frequent tonight.
I managed a good five hours of not-so-broken sleep. Nice!.

Fare Thee All Well!

Day: 16 May 2023

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