September 2024 – Inchie Today

Scrumdiddlyumptious Inchy: Sunday 29th September 2024

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It was another night of waking up with a jerk and jump. Each time I spurted awake, I could hear the noise from Goose Fair, which is over a mile away from the flats. It wasn’t until I woke again at 02:00hrs that the cacophony began to die down. But the jumping awake kept on for a while longer.
04:30hrs I stirred for the umpteenth time, and I decided to give up and get up. Humph! So I got up.
I removed the nocturnal catheter pouch and took this terrible photo of it. It’s not one of the better ones, but the need for the Porcelain Throat developed as I took it. So I took the pouch to empty into the wet room with me and got seated on the plastic, just in time! The flow started and came. And came, then came a little bit more! This morning, there was a definite increase in the acidity of the smell. Phew! What a mess again to clean up. I had to use a full toilet roll in one go to clean things up satisfactorily. Then, I felt the need to put some bleach and disinfectant into the pan, and I sprayed some air fresheners around the room and hallway. I then emptied the pouch and wrapped it up for the health bin.

I went into the kitchenette and checked the faucets, fridge, and cooker; all were okay.

What a fantastic colour the sky was. Blue sky at night, Shepherd’s delight, Blue sky in the morning, Shepherd’s warning, as Dad quoted so often in my whipper-snapper days. This got me thinking back to the hellishness of life back then. The police would be calling regularly to find Mother. They never did. She ran away somewhere until she had a good con sorted out and took herself to the police station. Dad always took her back… or at least she always returned eventually. Then fights and arguing would start again between them. ‘Things would go missing again’. Taking sides was not a good idea; I tried to please them out of fear. Yet there were some excellent moments.
Precious few, in later life.

Carer Shaquille arrived. He sorted out his medications and put on diabetic socks. He received calls throughout his short visit, so I assume the Caregivers are busy.
Shaq’s a nice bloke.

Carer Joanne later. She has medical troubles; bless her. She is a lovely lady. She looks after me, and we can have a laugh together. She is my sort of gal.

Then, it started again with the computer. CorelDraw first. I lost hours when it froze and had to reboot. But when it began, it froze again! A window came up asking what I was doing when it crashed. But it didn’t let me write anything before it disappeared! So, with my fingers crossed, I had to shut everything down and reboot afresh. A fat lot of good that did. It loaded up so far, but without one of the toolbars showing, it froze again! Now, I was as near to angry as I’d been for ages.
It loaded all the way this time, but it took ages to get there! The toolbar was showing, but with some options blanked out. They came back later.
By then, I’d made a couple of quiz graphics and went to save them but couldn’t! ‘Memory shortage again.’
So I ran Ccleaner, which offered me more options this time and soon clarified what it could do.
However, I had to resign in on CorelDraw, WordPress, and Grammarly. I imagine it will be the same for Word and Excel when I use them, but I do not have passwords.
Hours lost again, frustration, depression with a sick feeling in my head, fed-up!

I seem to have more than my share of bad luck.
Can’t get any help, wherever I look,
Life really is beginning to suck!
Now I’ve to resign in on Word Hippo, me duck,
I am indeed an unlucky pillock!
I’m not a violent man, not a crook…
I went to Throne, gave my bottom a shrug,
And found a new boil on my buttock!
I wish I owned a Glock…
To end my decade-long run of bad luck…
I may try to read the Good Book?
If Glaucoma will allow me to look…
I feel a rather senile schmuck,
Life was once peaceful and snug,
I’ve frustrations & and I shake,
My problems; I expect a visit from a vrock,
Failures I can no longer stomach,
I could get out if I bought a tuk-tuk?
Still, I can give my new boil a tug,
Toothache spray, fill up a mug?
I think I’ve lost the plot, going berserk?
I am a berk, I just gave a little smirk!
My life is in complete havoc…
I can’t cope ’cause I’m a wazzock.
Will there be peace when I die?
Or will I get an aftershock?
If I can get to the surgery, I’d ask the doc’,
Why? Why? Why?
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Well, that came out a bit glum.
I could do with a change of luck.
Still, it was only in fun.
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On the bright side, the slippers the catheter peed into came out all right after being washed in the laundry room. The new diabetic socks are comfy, which can’t be said about the Catheter contraption.

And the antique battery clock thingy is still working. I haven’t dropped it yet. I’m looking for signs of things improving, you see? Let’s not push things out of the realms of possibility; I should look for things that are not going as badly as usual. That’d be nice!

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I took this sky view earlier in the day, but somehow, I missed posting it on the blog.
Nothing unusual there. It’s when I get something right that the celebrations start.

A simple meal for a simple imitation man.
Everything, not much variety, went down and tasted lovely. But I got a stomach ache later in the morning when I was in bed. I knew the potatoes were undercooked, but I still enjoyed eating them. I’m paying the price for the undercooking now. Tsk!
I got up and tried to take photos of the distant lights on Goose Fair. I’ll put them on tomorrow’s blog because they were the worst shots of the week, and I’m not proud of them. I thought it better not to put them on at first, but I take good, not-so-good, bad, and pathetic photos, so I will.
I got a bit mixed up there.
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FAIR & FAYRE THEE WELL!

Aeipathic Inchy: Saturday 28th September 2024

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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!

I hope to be back early in the morning.
The silly things I say… Tsk!

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A delectable double-dinner!

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Hasta La Vista!
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Anthrophobic Inchy: Friday 27th September 2024

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I’d been jumping awake repeatedly for seven hours. It was nearly eight o’clock before I forced my weary body and stupefied brain into semi-action. This time, the depression greeted me the moment I nursed the legs off onto the floor and very nearly toppled, thanks to a visit as ‘Lost-Balance-Brenda’ visited me. I remember this well! How I didn’t go down was a mystery. The body and brain were all over the place. I sat on the bed again, removed the nocturnal catheter pouch, and took a photo. Once more, it is a 7-grade on the chart. At this point, Carer Jennifer came in. She said I didn’t look too good. She also classed urine with the NHS card for me and then issued the medications. I was not having a seizure, but I was not gleaning all that was happening for a short time. Yet, minutes later, things seemed to clarify. There was a marked shortage of the ankle’s ‘Electrifying Sherida Shocks’; as of now, 15:20 hrs, I’ve only had two! We both took the BP test and temperature. My BP was on the Hyper again at 158/80.
The temperature was down somewhat. I thanked her and bade Jennifer a good trip home.

Then, the mind blanks started. What happened between 09:00 > 11:30hrs (approx) had been etherised!
I’d been on the computer but had made a mess of the CorelDrawing tasks when Carer Sam arrived.

I belatedly tackled the ablutions next; it was not one of my better sessions by any imagination. I twice had an, and one . The toothbrush snapped in my mouth. Next, I clouted as my bum slipped off of the supporting sink. Oh, and a few cuts shaving. I left the best till last!
I almost shoulder-charged into x%(the door frame, going out of the wet room, and started stinging, and although the shuddering stopped, the pain didn’t. 😫 I tried to put some Phorpain Gel on the shoulder but only succeeded in covering the area I could reach, but it was close. Hehe! I’ll ask the next Carer. I forgot to.

I set about cleaning the oven! Yes! I’m sorry I did now. The bending and stretching set of Dizzy Dennis and Shaking Shoulder Shirley got shirty. The landline chirruped into life. It was Oberstgrüppenfuhreress Warden and Primo Ballerina, Warden Deana. To tell me the foot lady was coming up to cut my toenails, and the £25 fee is now £30! Huh! I hastened to finish the oven, which resulted in a finger being trapped between the racking, which caused a bit of swearing and cursing! I put some Germolene on it. I must get some more if I can remember to.
I had not cleared the mess away when she arrived. Ten minutes later, she was leaving. £30! Still, if Starmer can get away with stealing from the elderly, it’s only fair that others can, too! I tried to warn people about Labour getting in power. Mind you, if the Tories were not so useless, Starmer would not have got in! That’s my take.

I finished clearing away the mess from the oven cleaning, and the need for the arose. What a change! Constipation Conrad had counter-attacked Trotsky Terence and gained an advantage. Five dirty-great torpedoes were finally released. They took a lot of effort to encourage and pain when they did! I made a good start on the fresh crossword, though.

It helped ease the pain and took my mind off of the evacuation.

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I fell asleep in the itch-creating, bruise-giving, catheter-tube-tugging, crumb-decorated from my nocturnal nibbling, God-awfully uncomfortable, cringingly grotty, no longer working, dirty beige, anti-sleep designed, c1966, second-hand bought for £300 ten years ago from the charity shop, recliner.
I woke up approximately three hours later, reluctantly and still feeling tired, and I surveyed a few facts and details of what I’d been up to in an obvious few bouts of what I assumed to be my somnambulism.
A: There were several empty nibble packets in the waste bin; well, far too many for my health. I daren’t say how many.
B: I’d been uo and taken my blood pressure and recorded the results on the notepad.
C: No memory of actually doing it, but I found a new bruise at the base of my left thumb.
D: I checked if I’d left the lights, taps or cooker on. I was pleased to see that nothing had been left on, but I found the ready meal I thought I’d eaten still in the box near the microwave… the oven was stone cold. Inside were the chips I would have had with the meal, unfrozen and somewhat melted and limp-looking. Hahaha!

Whatever happened after that happened. I can’t even recall getting into the bed. Or maybe ?

Still, I woke up in the morning.
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See You Later, Alligator!

Uxorious Inchy: Thursday 26th September 2024

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Another morning of waking up with a hint… not a big one… maybe just an inkling of a suggestion of nearly a mock contentment! And this after being wickedly broken up overnight by Thought Storming Steve, Electric Shocking Sherida, and a vicious attack of phenomenal power and length by Shuddering Shoulder Shirley! I can’t explain why, but I suspect she enjoyed it!
I should have been feeling shattered, done-in, miserable, and deeply depressed. But no, I wasn’t. I sang as I detached the nocturnal catheter bag, and the deep colour of the contents hardly sank in. It was a Billy Fury song, ‘Cross My Heart,’ released in 1959 on the Decca label. I think.
At least this visit wasn’t as bad a mess as yesterday’s morning farce. Hello, a hint of semi-optimism there? I felt sceptical.
I went into the kitchen to check the taps, fridge doors, and oven, which were not left on, and all was shipshape. Then I went onto the balcony to take a snap of the overnight rain and mud that had slid down into the end car park. Then took a picture of nearby houses and part of the tree copse. I could smell the petricore through the cracks in the windows in the wind. Carer Maryham arrived just as I was in the wet room, about to have a wash and struggling with a nasty, mind-blowing seizure. She was very understanding and helpful. Bless her. I know she was relaxing me. But details of the next 20 minutes were minimal. Yet I returned to as near normal as I ever will do, and the memory from then on was much better. She helped me with a computer problem that arose earlier, I think. Thanks, Gal! ♥
Within minutes of her departure, I was back on the Porcelain Throne again.
My stomach was still rumbling after the evacuation was completed.

I got onto the computer again and got a decent move on for once. I soon realised why I thought I was doing well when I restarted Grammarly, which had stopped working, and it found 76 errors on its list!
It took me years to get them corrected, and a few times, Grammarly had changed the right things, altering “realised” to “realized” and “sceptical” to “skeptical.” Now what I’ve just written is changing back! I spent hours correcting it, and later, I had to do it again. Grrr!

The next two hours might not have happened because I have no idea what happened. When Carer Seun arrived, I felt cheery but vague. I recall her putting on the diabetic socks for me. She didn’t like the growth on the ankle, but there were no extra pains from that area, apart from Electric Shocking. Sherida started stinging again, but not badly. She got a call on her mobile and rushed off. I bet someone had taken a tumble or something like that. Nice gal, I’ve not seen her before.

I started the daily ode. Then I took a break and took some more photos

These two horizon and sky shots are indicative. Is that the right word for the whole day? Overcast, but there had not been any more rain yet.

The door chime chimed…
When I hobbled to the door, a box was on the floor in the outer hall. It was from the Low-Cost Food Shop. Some tasty nibbles were delivered, including Twiglets, Jacobs cheese and pickle biscuits.

I snapped two more shots, this time to show how the high-up-in-the-sky pictures showed blue coming through while the lower area was dark.
They had a beauty to them in contrast to the lower clouds.

Another seizure gripped me. I can’t understand how or why, if anyone comes in, the gripping, fact-destroying seizure dissipates straight away?

Carer Promise called. One Codeine, one Paracetamol. No Peptac. He was soon off, a busy lad.

I concentrated on doing the blog for an hour or two, then went on the WP Reader.

Oh, I forgot! I took this photo earlier. While the sun was getting partially through.
It looks all peaceful, beautiful, and relaxing out there. He says!

Carer Promise made the last call. He gave me my medications, checked the taps, cooker, etc., took my socks off, and shot off. On his way home, he looked a little tired and jaded. Bless him.

I’m going on the WP reader now, then get something to eat.
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A NEW WORST MEAL PHOTO
I’m not sure what I did wrong taking this shot.
But it tasted fine. (The meal, not the photo, Haha!) It consisted of Beetroot, tomatoes, potatoes, and a Cornish pastie, with a lemon mousse for afters.

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It looks like it was a seed label?
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Tralaticious Inchy: Wednesday 25th September 2024

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Today, I had a degree of ‘Soditability’ in me as I returned to pretend life after the pathetic three hours of kip I managed to get. Wonderfully unrested! My eyelids were drooping. My balance was all shot. Of the first ten minutes, I don’t recall a lot. However, I gained a modicum of awareness after emptying the nocturnal catheter pouch and taking the BP Readings. I was back in the Hyper range again. The temperature had fallen by six points! Cartilage Chloe started to play up, and has not stopped since, as I hastened to the Porcelain Throne.
Yet another mess for me to clean up, and unfortunately, another embarrassing . I had not emptied the night bag because I had to get on the Throne sharpishly. I won’t go into too much detail, but the liquid evacuation came quicker than anticipated. As I got the pouch to empty it, a rattling from later made me drop the pouch I’d just opened. You can imagine the state of play.
So, an hour to clean up the wet room is at least that long. Then I had to clean myself up! I got my ablutions done without any more bother. Then came the medicating, including extra massaging of the Phorpain Gel on the Cartilage Chloe and Arthur Itis’s knees. Getting the fresh PPs on was the hardest bit of the whole operation. Had I gone into detail about the mess, I might have lost readers; that’s how bad it was! I decided a mug of tea would go down well.
After cleaning the wet room properly, I took this snap from the kitchen window. I also made up the waste bags and left one big one near the front door. Finally, I put the kettle on.

Then Carer Shaquille arrived, and I was about to take the tea into the main room for a relaxing rest and sip of Glengettie tea.
We chatted while Shaquille issued the medications and got the diabetic socks on for me. After the lad had departed, I got on with the blogging duties… It was not good going! I kept getting messages that the computer was short of memory. So, I looked on Amazon to see if they had any hard drives and USB extension slot thingamabobs I could get. Well, I was lost! Some of the drives were 1 TB but had a variety of USB2 – 3 and one I’d never heard of. I did some that said they were plug-and-play – however, on the advert, it offered a professional installation for an extra £59.99!
If it was plug and play… WHY? I asked each Carer who came if they knew what it meant and if it would work on my old PC. Or do they have someone who can guide me in the right direction? I may as well have gone on the balcony, opened the windows and yodelled! I’m struggling here!
Losing the computer is my biggest fear!

I took another snap of the miserable view on offer.
The warned-about heavy rain has not arrived yet.
But it might.

I’d traipsed bits into the main room and hallway cleaning up earlier, so I got the vacuum out. From the look of it, I got it wrong with the camera again.
Two tomatoes for tonight’s meal… although it looks more like it will be the morning’s meal, judging by my lack of progress on the blog, Humph!
Still no rain, and it seems to be getting lighter? There’ll be a reason for this, but I have absolutely no know what it might be. Hehe!
Took two snaps of the lighter part of the day.
The clouds look beautiful as far as I’m concerned.

I, at last, got a brew of Glengettie made and planned to have four dunked biscuits with the tea.
And Carer Jennifer came in, giving me a little dance as she did. Hehe! She told me she was here for the cleaning session. I’d just cleaned the wet room and hoovered the hallway, front room, and kitchen, but the gal was happy to mop my kitchen when I asked her. She did a good job, too, with a pleasant manner.

kicked off, quickly followed by a persistent, harm-intending, wanting to dislocate me !
The toothache was eased by spraying the pain killer in the mouth, but took a lot longer to ease-off. Phorpain gelled where I could reach, and I took an extra Codeine, but she lingered a while.

The clouds had dwindled. Just a few lint ones that seemed to be moving quickly in the sky… well, they would, I suppose, as opposed to moving quickly in the canal? Hahaha!
I spent a few hours on the blog, but it was slow going. The ‘Your Computer is low on memory’ messages started coming on. So, I had to close down without saving CorelDraw because there was not enough memory to save it!
I could cry! I turned it all off to give it a break in the hope that when I reboot, things might be saved. I’ll have to do the graphic again that I was on. I could cry!

After a while, I thought I saw lightning through the curtains. So, I investigated.

Now the rain had come!

I took these photographs on the left from the balcony, through the windows, naturally.

I stayed there on the balcony, just looking at the falling rain.
Fed-Up, Depressed, Mentally Desolate and Depressed. Oh, I’ve said that already!
I then started feeling sorry for myself, got angry with myself for feeling sorry for myself, and made a mug of tea.
Drank it and dunked three biscuits. I lost heart with blogging; that’s never happened before.
So I visited the balcony with Kodak Tim again to take more pictures. I took the first two mudslides at the car park’s end. They came out atrociously, as you can see!
So, I went into the kitchen to take some more. As you can see, they also came out atrociously! Had I tried to make a mess of them, I couldn’t have done better. But there was a slight unintended artistic bent to them, I thought. Tsk!

I’ll have to catch up with the blog in the morning.
I turned the TV on and watched a ‘Heartbeat’ episode as I fell asleep.
Arrived.
Medicines were given.
He was soon off, telling me he’s be back for the late call. As Arnie said, ‘I’ll be back!’

I got back to blogging and redoing the graphic, hoping that after all that, the computer would let me save again.
It did… Phew!

I was getting tired and hungry, but there was no point in making a meal until Israel arrived and left. Will I be awake enough to make a meal safely? I’ll make a cold meal. That’s safer.
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Vicarious Inchy: Tuesday 24th September 2024

It was scarcely credible, absurd, and preposterous that I woke up this morning in a spectacularly jovial mood! Despite a Toothache, Tiffany was giving me pain, and I had to reach for the toothache killer spray and give each of the offending teeth a squirt! I hit one of the molars with the end of the tube, and another chunk of it fell off. Also, had fallen off of the safety bar that was out of reach and needed retrieving. I found myself swinging the legs from the bed I was on top of, then getting a toe-stubbing and banging a knee against the overbed table that pissed-off … And the slipped and tugged at poor .
A series of events that should have put me on a downer, swearing and feeling sorry for myself. But I seemed to accept all that had happened as part of my regular morning catastrophe-ridden life. I was temporarily the old me! I didn’t give a toss about things! I was singing to myself (not musically, but still) as I used the picker-upperer to get the stick, then took off the nocturnal catheter bag.
I straightened the bedclothes and limped to empty the pouch. (A number six on the NHS colour Richter scale card) And (still singing Elvis’s songs, the bits I could remember the words to (I hummed the rest). I decided to have my morning allowance of one mug of tea early and put the kettle on.
I then realised I was in such a chirpy mood and recognised that the pains for Cartilage Chloe and Little Inchie were still stinging, but it wasn’t bothering me.
It might have been the weather that had lost its fog and mist after three days of it. The sun nearly got through later.

I combined the kitchen and front room bins into one and put them near the door to take to the chute later. When I returned to the kitchen, I found the tea had gone cold, so I refilled the kettle to try again. Getting the milk out of the fridge, I saw a pie with an out-of-sell-by date, so I checked everything in there. Oh, dear, I filled another bag with outdated items. Tsk! But even this didn’t phase me. I got a summoning to visit the So I did. A messier mess than I’d suffered for months!
Carer Sham called. We have a chinwag & a smile or two between us. ♥.
The intercom sounded; it was the Asda order arriving. This made me realise that it was only 06:10 hrs. What flipping time did I get up feeling all perkily?
I got the bags inside and started sorting things out. They had sent all the bread ordered, which was good, 3 small sliced milk roll loaves, and a bag of mini wholemeal rolls.
Sorted the fresh stuff for the fridge. Some reet-treats here! Red spring onions, a tomato multi-type pack, 4 Lemon & Lime yoghourts, a lemon mousse, and two lemon curd yoghourts! Marmite-flavoured cheese, lamb patti, a BBQ-flavoured pork pie, and a cornish pastie to boot! I shall eat well tonight! I’ll have none of the meat, I’ve still got a lot of the Sokolow seasoned bacon to use, and I’m not going to waste it… I’m going to eat it! Hahaha! Oh, I forgot, I thought I’d made a mistake with the Asda order. The above medication arrived with it. Turned out it was a Freebie. Later on, Carers Sham and Sam said they’d ask if anyone was interested in having it.

Hristina (Polish, spoken as Christina), my favourite nurse, arrived, and my already well-reasonable level of contentment went through the roof. Of course, I love her. (I mustn’t get too excited but can’t help it). I can’t help that. But, being an enforced abstainer from the pleasures of coupling medically and many years too old, not to mention the catheter that ensured getting excited, is more than a rarity; it’s impossible, Humph! Now I’ve got myself all upset.
Hristina’s visit was a joy, but she was in a rush. Still, we managed a natter and laughed while she took the blood. ♥

Carer Sam did the midday call. I explained to Sam the problem I’m having getting a lift to the doctor’s next week. I explained about getting my trousers on and not being able to use the bus or taxi due to the cartilages, ulcers, shakes, etc., as I have done to so many carers for months now. Sam said she’d ask Warden Deana to see if she could help me. See how hard it is to get help? Now, the frustration started to appear, and the downward spiral began! (Mind you, it’s been a different but grand start to the day) Lovely. Thanks, Sam.

I did the morning BP check rather late in the day, I know. At least the SYS was a lot lower. The pulse was the highest for ages, as was the temperature.

I found this photo on the on the SD card. I probably took it this morning. Memory? Me? Pass! Which reminded me that I’d not emptied the catheter in a while, so I did!

By gum, the sun nearly got through late afternoon.
Nice to have pretty clouds up in the sky to photographicalise again.
Hello, hello. The catheter bag needs emptying again, and I’ve not been drinking the water for a while, so I did.

Look at the time. I’ll give up on this blog. The medical call Carer will be here soon.
Oh, he’s just arrived, it’s Christopher. Medications issued, and off he trottted.

These were taken spread over an hour.
Nice to see the sun.
Even only for a few minutes.

I’ll get some food prepped.
I cooked smoked belly pork and beans. Two wholemeal rolls will follow. I added liquid smoke and some basil-flavoured passata to the pan. Delicious!

A poor last shot of the day.

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Adscititious Inchy: Monday 23rd September 2024

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Inchy stirred and realised that the electric shocks from the ankle, Back-Pain-Belinda, and Dizzy Dennis had not paid him any visits overnight. He was impressed! The sore-lipped old chap staggered from his bed later to check if he had left a cooker or tap on. He had to divert to the Porcelain Throne, carrying his nocturnal catheter pouch and walking stick with him due to the possibility of not getting to the wet room in time. He did, but it was a close call! There were the usual apparent signs of his needing an urgent evacuation, including the gurgling from his innards, which he swears he could hear. And that was without his hearing aids! He sensed that the product was on its way before he opened the door, and to stop the flow, he had to sit on the plastic seat post-haste for a while to delay things. Messy, very messy! But what got to him was how much it hurt him. Good Heavens, it was almost liquid; how come that was painful? Ah, well! He cleaned everything up and went to the kitchen to check the taps, stove, fridge doors, etc., and get the kettle on. Inchy will take over now. Hehe!

Everything was okay in the kitchen. I did think it looked a little dark out there this morning. When I turned the light off for a better look, Boy, it was misty. I took some Kodak snaps of the view. The pictures came out much lighter than they looked to the naked eye. When I opened the window, I was in double shock. One was seeing myself in the mirror’s reflection and how pale I looked, and then I saw the clock. It was only 03:30hrs. So, I’d only be in bed for two hours. I’ll suffer later in the day but will try to stay awake. Tsk! It was drizzling outside, and a hazy mist lingered at ground level in the darkness. At that moment, I felt pretty perky. But that didn’t last for long!

Then I realised I’d left the nocturnal pouch in the wet room and had not emptied it as I thought I had. So, I emptied it. It did seem the logical thing to do. Not too bad a colour, but a few minutes later, when Carer Richard turned up, he said it was a five. Medications were given, and he checked the stock available. He could not ring the District Nurses about my shortage of Catheter bags cause it was too early, and he was on his last call with me.

I had a go at the blog after Richard had left, but I was soon getting all het-up again! CorelDraw was not saving anything with a new name. Oh, dear, now I’m sinking in spirit!

This soon became a Dracula Depression when the SD card reader started playing up. A CorelDraw message told me, “An IO fault was stopping CorelDraw from recognising the unknown file.” Of course, I had no idea what an IO fault meant. So I went on Google and asked. “It is usually a fault with a material connection, but it can mean anything else!”
I see! Well, I didn’t really.

I gave up and started the ablutioning. Which went very well indeed. In fact, getting the diabetic night socks off was the most challenging part. No, no, it was the second most challenging part. I did the peripheries first, then the medications. Little Inchies Fungal Lesion was the most painful job. Second was getting the socks off. I stood in a bowl with some disinfectant and shower gel in hot water and started to get the shaving done. A body scrub, then the teeth were done. Rear-end Germolened, Folds of flesh acne & eczema ointmented. The nasal spray was sprayed, and eye drops were inserted and sprayed with the Mydriacyl®. The barrier cream was applied to the testicles, underarms and leg tops. Phorpain Gel is rubbed into the knees and cartilage areas on both legs. Olive oiled the earholes, and then I had a good clean-up of the wetroom… Mop , as I lost my balance and grabbed a hold of the nearest solid support available; the sink and the mop is now in two pieces.
I could not believe my rotten, never-ending, lousy luck, but it happened to me! However, up to this point, I still think today has been lucky for me.
I try to explain my ailments and problems to people, and while I feel ignored, I can understand folks being disbelievers. I really can. I would not have believed myself thirty years ago. That doesn’t make sense, does it?

I’m back on the computer again. The graphic problems make it hard work, dispiriting, frustrating, and sometimes infuriatingly maddening.

Carer Chloe arrived. I meant to ask her to get the socks on my legs. It’s getting nippy in here now. The fog is still out there, and the odd fine shower is pouring down. But I also wanted Chloe to call and ring the District Nurses to order some more nappies… no, no… I mean catheter bags, nocturnal and short-leg-gay pouches. I’m on my last night bag tonight. I did ask someone last week who did their best but ran out of time, telling me she’d ring later and let me know. She might not be back at work yet. But I can’t run out of bags again… PLLLEASE! It could kill me. (Ah, I see now! Hehe!) Chloe is going to ask Warden Deana if she can help. Do you ever get that feeling that someone doesn’t like you? Fair enough, I’m ready. Well, peeved off! Hahaha!

INCHES BONUS ODES TO LIFE

The mist & rain doth fall,
It looked almost anatomical,
Needing rain is apodictical,
But it’s unpredictable…
Like Earth, it’s apocryphal,
Is nature cerebral?
Aren’t floods terrible?
Nature, we must coddle…
Humankind is daedal,
Nature; extracorporeal,
Life can be excrementitial…
Driving us demential!
What a load of doggerel!

LIFE when one gets DECREPIT

Today was more frustrating than any in the year,
I wanted to be adopted: no one would volunteer,
One grows grumblier, grumpier, grungier…
Life gets klutzier, knottier, & crabbier,
Life does not get cushier but eerier,
Disabilities, we get weaker & wearier,
Ever changing: long gone, it was simpler,
No wonder we get nigglier,
We don’t fit in; we feel lower, freakier.
Never again to drop ’em. & sit on a photocopier!

Har-Har!
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Going to make some nosh now.

A NEW HIGHEST TASTE RATED MEAL!
Three mini sliced wholemeal rolls slathered with butter, sliced tomatoes, and a sprinkle of sea salt, with some sliced, seasoned cooked Belly pork from Poland. Branston sauce in a pot to dip the food before it went heavenly into my mouth and gullet. Garden peas and potato pieces baked in the oven with a hint of liquid smoke flavouring, and vinegar and liquid sea salt added. I ate it deliberately and slowly, highly pleasing my taste buds.
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Bye-Bye

Dishy Inchy: Sunday 22nd September 2024

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I am fatigued from fighting my bad luck and getting no help with finances or ablutions. I also need help sorting out a lift to the Doctor’s or hospital, contacting the bank, arranging supplies for medical needs, catheter bags, etc.
Today, I was at my lowest ever. Why? I’ll tell yers…

My BP was 166/69; I should have told me to ring 111 and ask for advice. But they will probably tell me to go to the hospital on Monday. How do I get there? I’d walk it if the weather was okay if it was to the City Hospital, but that used to take me an hour each way. With my declining health, providing it didn’t kill me, how long would it take now? I have to set out and give myself 4 hours tp get there and back. Haha! Also, besides that, Cartilage Chloe & Carole are liable to let me down, inviting a tumble en route. Dizzy Dennis may well have me over as well. Back-Pain Brenda, Arthur Itis, Ankle Ulcer Ulrich, Electric Shocking Sherida… and another thing just came to mind, the tiny Catheter day pouch would be filled before I got there or home again! I’ve told so many people about this problem. Carer Kara was a Precious-Gem who helped me. ♥ But she is now working in the office, they tell me. I shall have to plead with Obergruppenfurher Deana to see if she can advise or help with going to the hospital. And getting dressed beforehand. I hope the trousers still fit me! I have not worn them for months, and I’ve not been out. Well, I can’t get out. Oh, I must get them cleaned next week, after making sure they fit me. Worra life!

CorelDraw is playing up again. I lost hours trying to get the bloody thing to save the graphics I’d done. I think if… and that’s a dirty-great IF, I can get someone to come and add memory to my computer, it might solve the issue… then again, with my rotten bad luck. I would be working away, and suddenly, it would not save anything. Luckily, I’d got most of the graphics and some photos on the blog.
I can’t go on like this. I’m making myself feel worse by focusing on the frustrations of things not working and the lack of help.
If only things were like two years ago when I’d walk daily through the tree copse, up into Woodthorpe, onto Mansfield Road, down to the shops to get anything I wanted, and back up Winchester Street Hill to the flats.
Of course, being captive in the flat means I have trouble getting out and need a lift to get money to pay people.
My bank balance is the lowest it’s ever been without Starmer robbing me of my winter fuel handout or increasing the tax on my pension. I’ll try putting a hex and or jinx on him!

The blog may stop suddenly or may not be worth doing without graphics. Of course, anytime now, I anticipate someone will listen to my problems and come up with some assistance to alleviate not only my fear and frustration but please, God, please ease my depression 🙏🏻.

Trying to think things through, you wouldn’t believe how much I’m struggling to get to grips and get almost anything done. Being ignored is part of things when one gets older.

I’ve done mopping & moaning, but I don’t feel any better.

Tail-end of the lightning storm.

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Carer Ayu called, and I went to fetch some Codeines from the medical drawer in the kitchen. gave way, and I was on the floor in no time. Hitting my shoulder and neck on the way down. He hastened to get me up again. No need for any assistance; it was only pain & loss of balance. I’ve had much worse.

Google played up, and I gave up!
Going to get some food prepared and eaten.

TTFN

Aquaphobic Inchy: Saturday 21st September 2024

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MY WAKENING OVERVIEW: Carer Chris woke me up. I was in a terrible condition. Confused, & Dizzy. Initially, I did not have the foggiest idea where I was… it took a while to glean who I was. I genuinely thought I’d kicked the bucket. Then I found I could not get up! I asked Chris to leave me where I was. I wanted to sleep, but I sat there for five more hours. Just think about things and my various sad conditions. Sweet Morpheus ignoring me.

Reality meant nothing for this period.

I was suddenly feeling wide awake and brave enough to stand up – but Cather Chloe brought me back to semi-certitude as she gave way, and I clumped down on the left knee. Even more time was lost in getting back up. Thankfully, the c1968, tatty, scruffy, unkempt, uncomfortable, virus, microorganism, bug, bacterium, bacillus, germ, parasite producing, and disease-fermenting second-hand, eyesorely horrendously grungy beige-coloured, £300, charity shop bought, crumb-retaining, moth-eaten, non-working, itch-encouraging, incommodious, Haemorrhoid Harold testing, catheter tube yanking, recliner was feet away and utilised it to get me back up on my feet, albeit somewhat painfully and shakily. I thought about pressing the wristlet alarm. Something wasn’t right about how I felt. But what could I tell them? I didn’t press for help. I really think now I ought to have. The sudden semi-recovery in my awareness kept disappearing and returning for the rest of the day.
We were having a heyday with me. These persisted from when I got up to when I settled in bed 18 hours later. ; As for him, he didn’t give me a break at all; he’d moved in permanently.
I added a few notes to the other things concerning me for whenever I can get to see the Doctor.
However, the severity of these ailments did lessen as the day went on – well, apart from.
Sunday morning now, not a lot of details remain. But the waking-up routine has stayed with me. Recollections will be limited due to a lack of time during the day after getting up late. I’m in a state, mate.
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Too dark!

Not sure when this was taken. Not many photos were taken this morning.

Presumably, he took these before and after the ablutions. The old man got up so late that he had to do them late, around 17:00 hrs. But why did he?

Evening snap.

Two ready-made meals in one large bowl!
A beef in rich stour gravy (cook in the pouch) and a Beef Casserole. Last of the Danish bread and a Lemon flavoured yoghourt to follow.

When I got into bed, I hoped for the best. I feared another night or morning like the last ones, with me out of it and incapable of standing up. Fingers crossed!

Then, the lightning started. I moved from the bed to the
£300 second-hand shop purchased, c1966, welt-causing, uncomfortable, not-working, itch-inspirational, crumb-containing recliner, so I could see the distant lightning that covered the whole horizon, beautiful!
Then, I decided (another stupid decision) to get the camera to try and catch a shot of the lighting.
Of course, I couldn’t; the lightning was gone when I hit the take-button, it had gone.

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Gonglehead Inchy: Friday 20th September 2024

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I didn’t get around to this blog until 17:20hrs.
I could do with some magic powers…
I’ve lost hours and hours...
Not though my fault; it angers!
I’m sick of the bad-luck adducers,
Still, I suppose it will get worse…
How can I free myself from this curse?
A plea for help is this verse!
Or at least see another nurse…
A short one today, on & on, he bleaters!
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A little lighter today?

The most frustrating evacuation of the week!
Sheer agony, as the moulded-together clumps of product crept out so painfully slowly. I felt sure something was going to get ruptured during this session. The Germoloid cream was clearly visible in the almost black escaped mass.
I stayed seated for a while, letting the pain ease, which it did in a couple of minutes. Then, I firmly grabbed the grab bars to raise myself from the WC.
My hand caught the pink spray bottle of foam cleaner on the rail. I sprayed myself, the porcelain, the cabinet and the floor as I had a kerfuffle in trying to stop it from falling on the floor and bursting open. As I stood there weighing up my lousy luck and how best to clean it and my rear end up. I got a short bolt from , followed within seconds by a few . Never had two so close before, so I was not ready for the second one. It was only for a few seconds; it was as if I’d blinked and woken to find the pink spray bottle lying on the floor and leaking! Not a good start to the day! Then again, I should be used to them by now! But for some reason, I was riled by this Accifauxpas. Even more rileder after all that bending down had got kicking-off.

I decided that an early mug of tea might lessen my woes, so I went to the kitchen and thought I’d take a snap of the dank, misty morning. I stayed that way all day. However, I took this unintentional picture of the window ledge first. Clever that, how I didn’t realise. Ha-ha!
Then I moved into position, hanging out of the window to take the morning view.
Getting back in, I very nearly swore!! I stubbed my ingrowing toenail toe under the heater. It still hurts!

Carer Maryham arrived and tried to ring the Community Nurses to order more day and night bags for me. But I’d given her the wrong number. She’d run out of time then, so she had to scoot off. She said she would ring them later and let me know how it went. I haven’t heard anything. She may be doing it tomorrow because I did tell her I had some left to use, but I’d like to keep the stocks up now that Kara is not calling. That was good of her.♥ She noticed me holding my arm and looked at it, taking a photo of it. More about that later.

Carer Joanne came later with the medications that had been ordered. She was in a rush, but I remembered to ask her how her visit to the urology unit went. She’s still waiting for the results from Tuesday. Nice gal. ♥

I got back to the blog work. There was a massive cock-up, which began then!
I was doing what I had been doing: posting pictures taken with the camera, sized, and titivated on CorelDraw to the WordPress blog. I’d done about four of them, and on the fifth, they were disappearing. I got them in the file, but they did not appear on WordPress. At first, I was not too bothered, as I recalled last week, forgetting to convert them to JPG. So, I went back to CorelDraw to make sure… While checking on the graphics… The screen filled with so many messages about the computer being short of memory came up on the screen. The depression was instant!
I then spent four hours trying to clear stuff, but after my last two manual clear-ups, when I lost hundreds of files I needed for the blog, I was nervous about doing it again.
I supposed they were triggered by the tension I felt. I couldn’t continue with the manual clear-out. After each seizure, I was lost, confused as to what I was up to or had already done.
Then CorelDraw froze on me. Sister Jane rang me; it seemed that the Carers had called her to tell her about the whatever it is red spots on my swollen right arm. I said it was nothing and I’d put cream on it, and it is hardly noticeable now. Then she told me I was eating far too much! I’m happy she rang me all the same. Hehehe! We had a natter, and Jane told me how things were at her end, which I enjoyed.

Then it was back to the computer problem, which caused more time loss. Ultimately, I had to pay for a CCleaner for the computer, which required another hour of downloading and installing! There was no financial help. I can’t even get on the bank’s site on my own.

By now, the day was coming to an end!.
But after running it, CorelDraw started working again! Hurrah! So, I was making a start on this blog at long last, and Carer Christopher arrived. He pointed out that I had no diabetic socks on. He was right; I’d forgotten to ask Maryham and Joanne to get them on. Tsk! Another fine day!
It’s too late for me to bother now.

I’m going to get the oven on. I’ve been at the problem sorting for too long. I’ve missed both Heartbeat episodes on TV. I just found out the day catheter bag was like carrying a football bladder on my leg, and I emptied it hastily. I will now turn on the oven to make some chips to go with bacon sandwiches. I hope Jane doesn’t read this. Har-har!
I hope to be back to catch up in the morning.

Well, that didn’t happen!
I slept for about seven hours when Carer Chris woke me up.
I’ll explain if I ever get a blog done tomorrow.
I’m finishing this because of whatever it was that made me; I just could not get out of bed for hours and hours! About 12:00hrs. It’s Saturday now, 15:00hrs and I’ve only just got up to start to finish this blog, let alone make a start on tomorrow’s WordPress blog. Back to Friday…

Evening photo.

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