29 | March | 2024 | Inchy Today

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The ‘Out-of-its’ almost equalled the ‘Nearly-with-its’ today. There was total confusion. Sadly! Most details, such as they are, were taken from the few scribbled notes on the remember pad, with the odd photo triggering a vagueness-like recollection.
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02:45hrs; I woke, greeting life with appreciation, determination and an inclination to use the Porcelain Throne. I emptied the nocturnal catheter pouch at the same time. Washed, no shave or teeth cleaning, the mind wandered again. I medicated my usual areas in need, Olive oiled the earholes, sprayed the eyes and, as delicately as possible, got fresh Protection Pants on.
Urgh!
I’d left some facecloths to soak in the sink.
Can’t recall what I put in the water; it’s usually a spot of bleach & disinfectant. Whatever it was, it left the drain full of black stains. I tried to get it off for ages, but this above is the best I could do?

Made the bin bags into one.

Early morning view of the sky.

Then the end car park.

Complete Blank…
I have been working on CorelDraw, Blogging, and MS Word for about five hours. As I got a rare double , I realised what had happened with my having a blank. Regrettably, after checking the work done while not with it, I found that so many mistakes were made. I had to virtually rewrite the Ode I’d done and make another graphic for it. Then, I lost more hours double-checking the errors, and Grammarly was working overtime and constantly changing the error notifications. During this time, the (necessary) interruptions were multiple.
This caused me to lose track so often of where and what I was amending that I thought about not doing a blog at all today – then the little-used still-there-in-the-background grittiness merged into reality. I used to love doing the blog so much. I still do, but it’s tempered by all the problems I’ve developed, making it a monumental daily task for me—but one I will continue with. I feel calmer and less confused today, writing this, so I’m pressing on with it before the expected interruptions from the Caregivers and the Doctor (who is phoning me again today) Begin happening. Any little distraction of whatever I’m doing, and it all goes to pot, and I lose the plot. Hence, so many taps I’ve left running. I purposely do not go on the WP reader or comments unless I’m in a frame of mind, such as I am now, nearly normal mentally, not depressed. I find thinking and creating things easier when the fog of confusion is not with me. Then, I can read, appreciate, and understand blogs and comments easily and try to make entertaining comments if I’m up to it. I find it (and photography) the only things that I’m still interested in. But, of course, using , with the neurotransmitters dying off is not going to get any easier. But, as my cyber-friend Tim says, it produces photos worthy of the Tate Gallery? Hahaha!

Carer Chris came. Medications, I forgot to ask him to put my diabetic socks on, nibble and drinkie. And he took the laundry down for me, bless him. After the needed visit stroke interruption, I was a little lost with where and what to blog about.

Then, window cleaner Joe arrived.
I rudely nattered away to him without stopping. Sorry, Joe! I must get out to get some cash. I think I’ve only got a £5 note left after paying my dues for the window cleaning services. I must remember to sort something out. I was going to ask Kara for advice, but I forgot!

Blogged for a while, most of the time spent finding out where I was to start and what I had already done.

Then, the landline sounded. I knew it had to be someone business-wise or a cold call. I’d given the new landline number to the doctors, the hospital, and the clinic, asking them to use it because I could hear a little better on it. The Nokia makes it hard to decipher what folks are saying to me. It was the Doctor’s Surgery. A new doctor, who had been seen by the social lady, told me about my problems with Arthur Itis and what we think are the cartilages and walking without losing balance.
She asked me some questions about what affected me. She is going to get a receptionist to call me in view of having an examination of the patellas.

Lost again with what I was doing. The thread had bared. Haha! I took this shot from the kitchen window as I made a brew of tea.
I’m back to blogging again. Carer Chris returned with the Laundry bag and left it in its usual place. I threw away the now-gone-cold brew of Glengettie tea. Humph!

Back to CorelDraw graphic making. Not realising that I had not yet finished the Ode! Grrr!

I gave up on doing any more blogging, and I was so distant and confused.

Wonderful clouds tonight!

I burnt the sausages well and truly!
I added them to the can of tomatoes with a dollop of tomato sauce and chunky Mediterranean vegetables in the saucepan. The sausages looked really tasty, but they looked tough. Maybe too harsh for the broken and missing teggies I have available for use in my gob? The treat was Great! Yum-yummy!