Inchie Today: Tuesday 5th August 2025

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Gone is my logic, I’m no longer systematical,
A lot of what I do, I find incomprehensible,
It’s the new stuff that’s memory-dissolvable,
My new phone’s manual is incomprehensible,
The print is tiny, microscopic, unreadable,
I tried my magnifying glass, it was a travail…
I’d forget what I read that was readable,
The following page was also unmanifestible,
Grasping instructions was once so trivial…
Now I find them to be unconscionable,
Gladys Glaucoma make my vision all umbral,
I lose concentration, having to stop for a while,
To regularly deal with problems urothelial,
Then along comes another seizure, often focal,
Some ailments seem to me to be uncategorical,
To cope, I have to resist getting cynical,
Accept the illogical, don’t get hysterical,
My brain goes off-track, into the philosophical,
Reasons, causes, why… It’s all mystical,
Or should I have said then, mythical,
Help, understanding, all unascertainable,
I lose hours daily being self-rhetorical,
Over-understood problems, some medical,
Physical & Mental, possibly psychological,
Neurological? Neurotransmitters or Perceptional?
New ailments, the others still progressional,
I’m still here, I think that’s phenomenal,
Although the help I can afford is nominal,
Life has never been known as preconditional,
In fact, it is more likely to be probational,
It can be happy, hell, or promiseful,
Die young, be killed in war, or be put on a pedestal,
Do we go back to ashes? Nowhere, heaven or Hell?
I’d like to send Starmer a mine – antipersonnel!
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PROLEGOMENA
I was having an excellent sleep last night. Broken now and then by either Twitching-Neck-Ted or an Anne Gyna attack, but not very often. Until that is, the waking at 03:15hrs. Nothing special about it, but could I get back to sleep? No! This didn’t seem to bother me, and after a few minutes trying to nod off again, I gave up. Even Ann Gyna started to have a go at me when I freed myself of the clutches of the bed and bent down to release the nocturnal pouch from the catheter. Then I realised a Eureka moment was taking place. For the first time ever, I’d woken up with in attendance!
I was in one of his ‘Sod-Them-All’ moods and became almost industrious. I got the dressing gown on, slippers and went into the kitchen on a safety check. Taps, fridge doors and stove were all okay.
Even with Anne Gyna and Cartilage Chloe, both making hobbling around painful. I just didn’t care! YeeHaa! Heaven!

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I woke up at 03:15 hours, but couldn’t get back to sleep. Did the safety… Oh, I’ve just told you this already.

I changed the dates on the calendar clock. And used some toothache spray as the Toothache Tiffany kicked off.

I started updating (not a lot needed) and completed the blog, then posted it off.

I should have been, or rather would usually have been, in at least a semi-depressed stage with all the pains still emanating from my mouth, neck and being a smidge persistent.
But I wasn’t in the slightest. I made my way to the wet room to use the facilities. Then, I sorted out the ablutions and medication. Even causing one of the messiest, wettest evacuations… also one of great pungeancy, foul, dark green. This one made me think of the Soylent Green movie. Have you ever seen this film? The name of the product itself is a portmanteau of soy and lentil, which is what it’s made of in the book. Soylent Green is introduced as being made of plankton, but as the film unfolds, the main character discovers that it’s manufactured from dead bodies. It was released in 1973. Starring Charlton Heston & Edward G Robinson. I recall thinking it was a relatively slow film, and politicians would never do anything like that. (Back in 1973) Now we have Herr Starmer, and Oligarch leaders, Murdering Putin & La-La Criminal Trump in charge. So…  
Got carried away again there, sorry.

The shaving went well, just three teeny-weenie nicks. Despite the teeth-cleaning being bloody, I was still feeling perky.
The medicationing went grand. Only back flaps to ask the Carer to do for me… then, things took a turn for the worse…

As I stepped back from the floor cabinet, I trod on a tube of Savlon that I must have dropped earlier. Cartilage Chloe gave on me, and both knees his the floor together. Leaving me with Chloe on the left knee, and Arthur Itis attacking the right knee.
This did not bode well for me getting up again, and the wristlet alarm was on either the wire nest table or the floor cabinet. I couldn’t get up to search for it. The agony of getting back to the recliner on all fours, pressing the knees each time I nudged myself along, was excruciating. But I got there.
I failed so many times trying to get onto the recliner; it was just too painful on my cartilage and knees. Feeling a bit of a plonker, I made one final effort. I’d decided that if this doesn’t work, I’ll crawl back to the wet room to press the alarm; I’ve no option. Had I had more teeth left, I’d have gritted them… I girded my loins, and it took me a lot of suffering and effort, but I made it into the recliner.
Gawd, the relief! I stayed down for about ten minutes, building up the courage to cope with the pain in my knees as I stood up.
Obviously, I’d left the four-pronged walking stick in the wet room while I crawled to the recliner. But I keep a wooden one near the bed, so I used that.
My balance wasn’t too good.
Cleaned the mess in the wet room, collected the alarm and stick, and came back a lot easier by using two sticks. Replaced .
I did a good job getting up early!

I pressed on, surprised by how I coped with the results of the tumble. And started this blog.

I was taking an Anti-Trots capsule as the door chime chimed. No one came in, but I’d unlocked the door… or had I? Knowing me. I went to the door, and it was unlocked. Carer Jyoti arrived, I think.
Nimra tried to get the key from the wall safe. But I had the same luck as the other Carers. I explained to her that I’m having trouble getting the key out, too. Every time Warden Deana shows us how to do it, it works the first time. Hehehe! I asked Jyoti to put the diabetic socks on for me and to apply barrier cream to the back flaps. Also, she issued the medications and put my socks on.

After the girl left, I took a photo from the balcony on the right end. The mudslide looked thicker than usual this morning. Did heavy rain & wind play a part yesterday?
I had a nosey around the view. I took another shot of the same area when I thought I saw a bird in the mudslide. No rain today, and the wind was far less bothersome.

Worked away on this blog, at last.

I suddenly remembered that during the tumble, I had spotted something gold-coloured that had fallen behind the floor cabinet. I went to investigate, taking the long picker-upperer with me. I was astounded when I recognised it. It was a bottle of eau de cologne. I bought this eight years ago, from the Poundshop on Upper Parliament Street. But managed to lose it. It was down there all that time. Shows how the cleaner or Carer is not good at cleaning.

Back on today’s blog.
Raining again, but not a lot. No howling winds to put up with today. Having said that, my rear end…

Mild Vegetarian Curry,
With Gung Po sauce
and sweet corn.

Three Sky shots within 2 minutes of each other.
Speedy sunset tonight.

Sweet Dreams!