Inchy: Fri 8th Dec 23

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At last, a slower day for Inchy. Of course, that does not mean a lot, considering the previous two hectic days suffered. There were a few moments, well, incidents that nearly got me in a semi-panic, though.
The new used ex-hospital bed unexpectedly arrived so soon via Red Cross UK this afternoon.  gave way again. She’s getting cunning nowadays… gone are the sharp pre-warning pains that used to give me a chance to get some support held on to. Now, she just collapses. Little Madam!
The cough is developing into a bit of a rasper.
However, I decided to have a go at making some baked cheesy potatoes. They are in the oven now as I type this blog… hello, I can hear an alarm going off. I’d better check on it… Nope, I can’t hear anything now. I’ve checked the flood alarm, and it’s not my flat fire alarm; that would be very loud, and I can’t even fail to hear that one when it activates.
Anuvver quickie.

It’s a decent colour this morning.

Off to get the done.
The legs looked much improved.
A bloodless shave! That was done with the feet in a bowl with Dettol and baking soda in it. It was a stand-up wash, but the feet were out of my range to get at. Messy!
I had a seat on the Porcelain’s plastic lid.
Personal Medications carried out. (Ouch!)
Creamed the Excema and acne.
Is that a bit of red eye, I see, now?

Snap from the kitchenette window.

Waste bags sorted.

The new second-hand used bed. I was taking this photo when it rang out from the front door. A chap walked in from the Red Cross, the people who kindly delivered the bed for me with a no-fall bar to be fitted to the bed. They have sent one for a different bed to this one. It would not work. He said he’d tell them to see if he could get a bar fitted later for me. It can’t be helped.

Getting lighter now, much later than usual.
I have no idea why, but then again, having no idea, being confused, or not knowing what I was doing or going to do minutes earlier after getting a visitor or a topic subject changes is perfectly normal for me. 

At long last, I got the computer on…
Within an hour of no blogging done…
arrived. I eventually got a signal that stayed on for more than three minutes. Two hours and a lot of lost work later, the Liberty-Global total had risen to
I was infuriated and pissed off, and the signal suddenly stayed on. Well, for a while. At least. But my confidence was lacking.

I got the largest of the baking potatoes from the pack. 
It was a whopper! I heated the oven, and my taste buds tingled at the thought of having some cheesy baked spuds! Of course, I returned to the computer and forgot all about the potato that was slowly being incinerated in the oven.

Now, this confused me greatly.
I’ve been in full command of all evacuations for at least two weeks and have been taking the above capsules daily. The bubbling and agitations within the bowels continued, but not the faintest sign of any movement? 
I gave it plenty of time. I even counted the cracks in the ceiling and had a go at the crossword puzzle, but nothing came out, not even any wind! Yet I still have the sensation from within, all the usual signs, rumbling, grumblings and pressure from the innards, forewarning me of a rear-end tsunami being imminent.

Came, and I gave up on computing altogether.

I got the well-baked potato out of the oven, the veg chopping board out, a sharp knife, fork and strong spoon, and the spud halved. No cuts!
Then, I sliced the flesh into two halves, husks, left putting the Germolene on the burnt fingers cause I knew there was more to burn. 
Then, I added some Squid sea salt. Spirit vinegar and a smidgeon of.
Black pepper.
A hefty load of Leicester Red shredded cheese and bashed it all together as best That I could, for about twenty minutes, it felt like. Probably nearer five, though. Served up the nosh!It’s not the best cheesy baked potatoes I’ve ever done, but that may have been due to the blood from the finger when I sliced the tomatoes. Hehehe!.
Flavour-Rating: 8.5/10.

Arrived. I asked him to take the laundry with him, specifically asking him to make sure that it was well-dried, as the quilts would be needed for the new bed. He had a nibble and some Lucozade, and off he went, with the laundry in the bag.

Had a go at taking some night shots of the view. I wanted to take a close-up of a decorated house.
Wobbled?
Wobbled!
And, again, Wobbled!
It’s an even closer effort. Wobbles!
I gave up and took a wide shot.
A half-decent one at last! Haha!

I fell asleep and returned, leaving the freshly done (but I discovered in the morning, still wet & crushed into the bag) laundry.
He took off the ankle, leg straps and diabetic socks for me. Selected a drink, had a nibble and went off leaving the light on in the hallway. I was half asleep, of course.

Easy one this time, wasn’t it?

Getting back to sleep was impossible for several hours. Not due this time, too, but the   of that felt much worse than ever now. Poor little thing.

TTFN