29 | September | 2024 | Inchie Today

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I’m having even more trouble with the computer again. Today, I had to use one of the old Inchy Good Morning photos because the 800 photos I lost a week ago are gone, and now, most of the new ones have joined them in the ether. I can’t begin to describe my utter frustration!
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Really, the only ailments that ruled the day were in the first place:
, she was well in the lead. She must have given way at least ten times up to now. Second came:
. But the rather expensive pain spray did keep her partially under control. But, it may have broken the heart of the Bank Manager. I’m expecting more emails and texts from him. And thirdly:
She enjoyed a rare day and night-long ball with some of her best efforts to date. Not all of them were really bothersome. She would cunningly, repeatedly give me between 3 to 6 mini strikes up to the knee from the ankle, then drop a cracker that would reach up as far as my groin!
Just once, Sherida struck as I was hobbling into the wet room to empty the filled catheter pouch, and Cartilage Chloe gave way almost simultaneously. It was the shock, not the pain, the agony of crawling back to the £300 second-hand shop bought, c1966. It was moth-eaten, bedraggled, grotty, cringingly beige-coloured, much-dilapidated, crumb-containing from my nocturnal nibblings, bug-ridden, itch-inspiring, and not working recliner, to slowly, excruciatingly drag and haul my midriff-dominated body up onto the feet again, that was far worse than the tumble. The carer mentioned I had a nosebleed, which I’d not noticed.
What a grand afternoon it was!

Going to be short on detail in this blog. All the time lost with the computer cock-ups and Sherida’s concentration-crippling blast of bodily electricity. Humph!
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I woke up around 04:00 hrs. I recall thinking, “Great, I can get the ablutions done and onto the computer to make a good start for once!” I fell asleep again. I woke up again with a jerk. I don’t know when. Determined to get out of bed, I sank back into the land of nod. The next time I stirred into imitation life, it was gone at 07:00 hrs! Now, instead of a determination, I panicked for some reason and fumbled out of bed, balance exercises missed. As I emptied the catheter nocturnal pouch, the need for the arrived. So, off to the wet room.
The evacuation took about ten seconds as the almost liquid contents splashed into the WC. Cleaning up afterwards took about 15 minutes.
I’ll have to cut down on detail, sorry. But it is almost time for bed now, and I’ve a meal to sort out yet.
The new to me, ancient clock was adjusted,

Late morning shot.
An hour or so later, I took another.

The £599.00 /100 ml Toothache pain relief spray was well used throughout the day… and night!

The computer started playing up, then the keyboard. For once, I’d sooner not go into detail, partly because I can’t recall everything and in what sequence they took place.
The depression came.

The clouds began to clear.

Carer Joanne (or was it Carer Shaq or Perfect?) put on my socks for me after I’d done the ablutions, at long last. I was still down, and the computer was not working correctly again, and my heart sank.

After she or he went, I saved what it would allow me to and turned everything off. One last desperate try, with an added prayer, my last hope… I let the computer rest.

The mixed clouds were pretty. It was nice.
But my soul was not ready to show interest
as I would typically have.

I was checking the two ready-made meals I hoped to have later on in the same dish. I snapped them. My hunger will not return until I find out if the computer works.

A bit of brightness getting through.

Then I tried the computer again.
Thank Heavens! It seems to be working.
A lot slower, but working!
YAHOO!
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I pressed on with this blog, hoping it would continue to relate to me and my work. It has been going on for about 19:30 hours. I will now attempt to get a meal made and eaten.
I’ll try to get up early, which is a big ask for me this week. Working into the morning hours has done me physically and mentally, but I’ve never had any problem waking up or getting up—well, until this week.
I hope Sherida and Chloe are kind to me and the computer. If the computer goes down again, I’ll not be responsible for my actions – lousy luck will be!