Idyllist Inchy: Friday 19th April 2024

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It was another rush to get things sorted out before the earlier lift arrived to take me to the Riverside Diabetes Course. Carer Maryham helped me; she came as I was washing myself. She put on the socks and shoes and made sure I was leaving the flat in a safe condition. She even helped me into the overcoat. How kind. Bless her.
Actually, this morning in Bulwell, I went to two shops. The meeting went quicker than usual, so I plodded down the road to the Heron Food Store and then to the B&M shop. I’ll write about the events in those chronologically later. (Good stuff, not bad!)
Here we go…

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Up, in a rush, catheter pouch off took this snap of the blue morning.

Waste bags sorted.

Off to the wet room.
Porcelain Throne duties took me a long time to force out. Four chunky pale green torpedoes eventually clonked and splashed into the water closet.
Then I started to get the ablutions done.

The tune indicated the arrival of the morning carer. It was Carer Maryham. And she really looked after me this call. She assisted me with the ablutions, put the diabetic socks on my legs, and helped me put on the trousers and shoes. Then, I checked the flat thoroughly to make sure everything was honky-dory. Taps, doors, and cooker. She even reminded me to take the keys with me. Bless her cotton socks.
Minutes later, I was out of the flat, locked the door, and entered the 13th-floor lift foyer. I went in and out of the lift and took this snap to the left, the way I was to go. Then, I took the second picture to the right, in the opposite direction. That leads to the connecting swipecard door passageway into Winwood Heights, the centre block of flats. I timed it well, the eta for the lift being 10 minutes later. I got seated in the main lobby opposite the clock and had a go at the crossword. The bus came spot-on at 08:15hrs.
I planned to take some photographs as we pulled away, but I only managed this one. Why? I’ll tell you.
The agony I was going through from the Catheter tube tugging at Little Inchie! I imagine that with going out yesterday as well, the Fungal Lesion had had enough of being tugged and pushed. Hehehe! 
I was in such pain that I spent the whole journey trying to get into a more comfortable position.
The chap dropped me of at the front door of the Riverside premises. I thanked him, gave him a treat, and attended the session. I may not bother going again. I could not see the graphs or hear what the chap was saying. Humph!
I left early, meandered into Bulwell Market, and called in the Heron Store. Where I was looked after again! I like this... a lot. First, when I went to get some cash out of the machine thingy, ATM, I think it’s called, I could not recall how to put the card in, just like a few weeks ago. I did feel a clot, so I asked one of the assistants to help me. Yet she was very calm and sorted me out. The really fantastic thing is I remembered the 4-digits! Smug-Mode Engaged, temporarily, at least.
I spotted some great-value instant potato pots. I could just about reach them, and I did… But I dropped all three, which fell at an assistant’s feet on the floor! Kindly, she said, if you struggle to get anything, just ask, and we’ll get it for you. All this strange being nice to Inchy was worrying me now. Haha!
When paying for the goods, I bought a bag, and the lady packed it with the purchases for me!

I thanked them and hobbled down to the B&M Store.
They had some pork ball franks, as opposed to the usual sausage shape, and at a fantastic price. 75p each, two jars for a quid! Having them tonight with beans, potatoes and sauce. I struggled to get them off the high gondola end, and a lady came and got them for me. More Joy! I thanked her profusely. Got some bird food to feed the dickies on the River Lean on the way back to get the lift. I turned to look back and took this snap of the pigeons still nibbling away.
As I returned to the centre, the Easy-Lift bus had just arrived. This was another thing that went right for me; it’s nerve-wracking, you know! No, really, I’m just not used to it.
I got the Kodak Tim camera out ready as I got in the seat and took shots all the way home, depicting the Nottingham area. Here they are
Leaving the car park.
Leaving Bulwell.
Highbury Vale.
Bilborough.
Redhill.
Behind the City Hospital.
Mansfield Road Sherwood one.
Mansfield Road Sherwood two.
Turning up Winchester Street Hill.
Winchester Street Hill.
The flats, partly in view.
Turning onto Chestnut Walk.
And the flats.
The driver had a treat in thanks, and I felt Little Inchies fungal lesion was bleeding again.

I got inside, took the lift to my floor, and entered the flat without seeing a soul. I already began to feel jaded and tired.
Got the bags off of three-wheeled Theresa. Emptied the catheter bag. Washed and Treated Little Inchie, then back to the bags
The pork ball jars, potato pots, batteries, pork pie, carer and nurse treats, as well as cans of pop and two more Passion Fruit Martinis, sound good; I hope they like them.
Nibble treats, disinfectant and cooked beef slices.
Nice and cheap, too!
A good example is when I emptied the day catheter into the urine depository jug. Did you notice the change in colour in the bag now, compared to this morning’s, which I forgot to empty out? It’s a better colour now.

As time passed, I was getting increasingly tired. Carer Helen came and took a few old and new treats.

Then, on with this blog. There was a lot to do and a meal to prepare in between. The time flew, and Carer Chris arrived. We had some nibbles and a drinkie.
I took photos of the sky throughout the evening.

No idea of the timing.
Plenty of faces and animals in the clouds.
Semolina pudding? Haha!
Got some beans in the saucepan.
Illusionable snap?
A Pareidolianist Delight!

Carer Christopher returned the laundry for me.

I prepped and ate the football-shaped sausages with a can of BBQ beans and added Mediterranean vegetable sauce. A Lemon Curd yoghourt to follow.
Not bad at all.

Came. Took off the socks, and asked how the appointments went. Painkillers given & Peptac. 
She checked the pouch, and I told her about the pains from Little Inchie, probably brought on by the exercise I’d been doing going out and about. I enjoyed it; Little Inchie didn’t. Haha! Kara left a night pouch handy for me to put on.

I checked before getting my head down, and I got this, very late, it seemed to me, a shot of the day’s final appearance of the sun.

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Cheers!