Inchie Today: Friday 15th August 2025

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There are several things, of which I am abstinent,
But certainly not returning anything that I have lent,
Weaknesses, too, like I’ve consistently overspent,
Sold my house, flat costs a fortune to rent,
Of course, I was fit then, as an adolescent,
I’ve had the odd medical adornment,
Now, in old age, surviving can be a torment,
My flat feels like a place of internment,
Ideas, plans, hopes become a delirifacient,
My body & brains sees too much inaction,
Hard to see & hear, and I’m glabrescent,
Yet at times, I feel so terribly content…
Aware of myself as being a totipotent!
Carers’ and nurses’ visits seem so transient…
But at each one, I get all besottent!
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Five Porcelain Throne visits
The first one, a Constipation Kondrad, was another long, painful struggle to evacuate the two gigantic, almost cube-shaped projectiles. The next four were the reverse: Trotsky, Terence, and Torrents. I suspect it was prompted by my eating the Vegetable Pickle, which tasted gorgeous. Maybe this was the payback – I expected the Trots, but no.

Ablutions were carried out. Along with the medicationings, these took over two hours to complete. The shaving and teeth cleaning were bloody affairs. Teeth, gums, cuts on the neck, and after the Trotsky visit, the bum was bleeding a little too much. My right leg top had some extraordinary markings, spots, bruises, & DVT veins showing on it that I’d not noticed before. So much, I photographed it for posterity.

Carer Nirma arrived: Urine graded. Body checks done. Diabetic socks fitted. Health Checks, temperature, blood test & levels were monitored. The BP was high, but it came down on the second reading.

Back to the blog, catching up.

Matron Jackie phoned again. See how things were going. Something about the falls team, or was that yesterday? The paragraph below reveals all.

Unfortunately, this morning (Saturday), I got into what can only be called a mega-pickle with all the day’s memory notes. I’d got mixed up entirely between the three blogs I was working on. 
Vainly thinking, I’d sort them out into three lots, one for each of the days. Not wanting to get more confused, I thought I had torn up Thursday’s notes. However, when I started Saturday’s template and then returned to Friday’s to update, I realised I hadn’t actually done so. It was Friday’s notes that had been ripped to shreds!

It had been such a fair morning up to now.

Bile threatened to come up from my innards. Self-lambasting, Self-hatred & I foolishly ground my teeth at my stupidity. I had to use the Toothache Spray and took an extra 30 mg of Codeine. 
The pains and ailments were introduced into Inchy’s world. Ann Gyna and Duodenal Donald mainly.

Then, things went really ape-shit!
Saturday morning, doing this catch-up, and was blessed by Satan again. I must have hit the wrong key combination, as I went into a mini-seizure. When I came out of it, the keyboard and mouse were not working at all. I went on CorelDraw to find the same, but I couldn’t get back to this because the computer froze. A blue screen then a black screen appeared, back to a blue screen, and as CorelDraw opened again, I had the mouse busy thingamajig on screen for around ten minutes. During that time, I was preparing for the worst and was on the verge of tears.
The busy sign turned back to an arrow, and when I tried selecting artwork, I could not do so individually. It selected other things as well.
Now, enough was enough. I was still in a haze after the seizure, and as this cleared, I tried to remember what I was doing when it went bonkers on me.
I figured out I was in WordPress, and I went to the gallery by using the shortcut keys Shift-Alt-M.
I assume I hit a nearby key in error.
Reigned to failure, and thinking, ‘Well, it can’t make things any worse; I tapped, in quick mode, Shift, then Ctrl, Windows, then the Alt keys once each.
The Zoom changed to a smaller on-screen. I corrected it in the 3-dots top right, and bugger me… It was working again! UP TO NOW, anyway.
I absolutely refused to allow myself to go into Smug-Mode. My history forebade me.
I’m aware of the succubus, incubus or gremlin that is ever-ready to drop a Whoopsiedangleplop or Accifauxpa in my path.

I got back to trying to piece together Friday’s notes to make them readable. No chance.
So, guesstimates follow. Not many.

Trotsky Terene was in strict, complete control.
I only just made it in time to avoid an involuntary evacuation!.

Erm… Er… Carers Nirma, Miza and Ejaz attended.

Back to Friday.
Good job that I took these memory-prompting snaps.
I was on the balcony, and saw the Asda van.
Only two carrier bags were filled. But I had ordered even more spring water to add to the stacks of it I already had in stock.
The stock consisted of various bottles of spring water, soda water, and a few cans of Soda and Grapefruit. Not cheap, I like to use them to add to the water sometimes, to give it a bit of welcome flavouring.
All my favourites were ordered. Do you see the size of Podwawelska sausages in packs of two? They dwarf the two 480g cans of Beef stew. This is the first time I’ve found & bought these. A bottle of Mushroom ketchup, and the teeth-testing but tasty Twiglets.

Blog Updating.

I missed a call on the new old-fogies mobile.
When Carer Mirzra came, he investigated the ins & outs of the Settings.
He rang from his own mobile, and Wallah! It came with a ringtone that I could hear! He then rang the mobile on the landline, and that had the same hearable chime! Thanks, Mizra!

The Chemists 4U delivery has not arrived yet. But yesterday I got these on order from Asda. Pleaded to get some Odour Eaters.


Trotsky Terene was in strict, complete control.
I only just made it in time to avoid an involuntary evacuation! Unfortunately, I had a follow-through that made a mess and took ages to clean up!

I did the afternoon Health Checks. Carer Mizra checked them. The SYS was below the HYPER level, operating on Normal High.

Meal of the Day!
Chip-Shop oven chips, three different colours of tomatoes, vegetarian sausages, with sliced, unbuttered  Milk Roll bread. It was a highly passable meal, but it would have been better if not for the Linda McCartney tasteless sausages.

Carer Ejaz made just the one call again. I’m wondering why he seems to be prevented from calling on me and just doing the one late call.
Not that either of the other two regulars doesn’t do a decent job. They do.

After-meal sunset shots.
Distant.
Then a zoomed-in shot.

It was more than a good job that I had the photographs to remind me. Even though I’d got them all out of sync in the gallery.

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Inchie Today: Thursday 14th August 2025

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I used to be an analyser, and much wiser,
An appeaser, a peace-loving adjudicator,
But politicians have changed my demeanour,
Their cynicism, lies, & self-greed gave me aporia,
I think each HMG minister & Prime Minister…
Can be classed as an expert snollygoster!
Faker & falser than any Indian fakir,
Hitler, Putin, but the greediest is Starmer,
Trump wants to make the USA greater?
Putin, to make Russia superior?
Starmer? Wants to make Starmer Richer,
Combined, they couldn’t make me feel sicker,
But Starmer’s Governmental shower…
With their terminological inexactitude,
Keir, the mountebank, poseur & storyteller,
“His Father was a tool-maker…”
His son, a charlatan, deceiver & hoodwinker,
He lied for cash when a barrister,
And continues as Prime Minister,
Whether he lies by omission?
Seemingly with the opposition’s permission?
Who thought they might win the election?
They sulk and need forgiveness & absolution,
Labour’s win was surely a game-changer,
Rishi was incompetent, Keir is an illywhacker
A word-twisting, up-market barrister,
Sausage & Hostage; do you remember?
So, we’re stuck with Starmers-kvetcher’s,
Chances of his assassination get slimmer,
But, if it happened, my odes could be cheerier!
Pensioners & Farmers, families would be happier!
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Plenty of photos today, but little else. I’m still days behind with the blogging, Humph!

Shattered from yesterday’s 26-hour marathon of a day. Didn’t get up until 0645hrs, in a bit of a daze. I seem to have, according to the few scribbled notes here, sorted the waste bins as soon as I’d released the night bag from the catheter. Then spent half an hour on the Porcelain Throne. Eventually, releasing two Constipation Conrad concrete-like imitations of the H-bomb, Little Boy. So, no time again to get a shave and shower! Dirty!

Carer Nimra arrived as I got out of the wet room. Phorpain gelled the cartilages, and Arthur Itis. Barrier creamed body check. Then got the medications sorted and put my diabetic socks on for me. No more details found in the notes on this call. Although there was quite a bit of scribble, I could not read.

Started blog, catching up. Not a lot.

Then the Vynne delivery arrived with the catheter back-up equipment for me. Nimra put it under the Carer’s table on the next visit for me. Something else is coming, but because it is medical, the text doesn’t say what is arriving. Perhaps something is missing, but their text suggests it will arrive tomorrow. It did!

Back to the blogging. I’m miles behind.

Neighbour and friend Jenny sent an email that Wednesday’s blog is not on! 
I got myself into a right mess with it.

Really hot today. I nipped out on the balcony a few times to take shots of the skies.
Then…
Then… from the kitchen

Then an Amazon delivery arrived.
AHA! The SD card and pickled whatsits
I can swap the SD card now, and not worry about me breaking, losing, or damaging the lads card, and let him have it back with my thanks. As you can see, the card fitted a treat!

I opened a jar of the Pakistani vegetable pickle and had a taste. Blooming-strong! I liked it, but I must be careful not to overeat at tonight’s meal. At least I hope not to miss another meal. Hehe! I’m looking forward to this pickle, just a little..
Below is what I plan to mix in the pickle.
Bettroot, Kung Po sauce and mushroom ketchup.
I’ll mix them up in a small finger pot so I don’t get carried away and overeat of it.

Carer Nasra did a lot for me on her last visit. But deciphering all nine lines of my terrible scribble, come scrawl, was had. Cartilage,

The DVT-Warfarin Cardiac lady called up, she is coming to take another blood test sample tomorrow, then another one on Monday next.

Matron Jacjie phoned to see if I wanted to be referred to the Falls Team. I was not sure and explained that I would not have had the head-banging fall at all if it were not for the leaking catheter bag. I slipped on the urine that was escaping from a crack in the pouch.
This may have happened today; I’m not sure what was decided about the Falls Team referral.

Yes, I think it was this morning, and I misread what I wrote on the memory pad. Ignore the above.

I sneaked shot of Ejaz, removing diabetic socks.

Carer Ejaz did the last call. I got a plus+ treatment tonight. Diabetic socks off. Ejaz asked if I needed any Peptac. I did, and he gave me some. He found the Lymphorrea Leslie scab was leaking, and might need a plaster on again. Barrier creamed my back wings, and Phorpain gelled both knees and cartilages. Bless him. I’m sorry he doesn’t come so often nowadays. He and Carer Mirza help with the mobile phone problems and know the routine. Both come rarely now. Still, others need to learn, don’t they? Got an email with this sunset photo on it. A Carer had taken it for me yesterday, I think. Thank You.

The last few lines on the memory pad must have been written during a seizure. It looked more like a terrible copy of shorthand.
But it was so late, and I was really feeling all-in.

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Joy & Peace to You All… Good Luck
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