Inchie: Friday 23rd January 2026

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06:50hrs: I’ve lain here for around an hour or so, with many attempts to fall asleep; this time, I heroically forced myself to respond, and leapt out of the bed. Well, that might not be entirely accurate… As I struggled to get the night pouch freed from the catheter, the mulching, gurgling and movement from within the innards had me grabbing the stick and hobbling to the wet room as fast as I could manage, with the four-foot night bag’s tube on the catheter trailing behind me. I think I was on time to make it in time… but, the dang tube got stuck on something, Little Inchy was tugged at, and the blood flowed, as I continued on my way into the room, catching the tune a second time on the trolley wheel, as I sat down. But not quick enough! ARRGH! I don’t need to go into detail to tell you what happened. By the time I’d cleaned up the mess and medicated Little Inchy, it was nearly 07:30hrs when I left the wetroom. The air spray was overgenerously used in the hallway and main room. Why? The two follow-throughs that may well have caught me out again certainly left a, well, what can I call it? An aroma? Stink? The stomach felt and looked still bloated. Undoubtedly, more  evacuations are in the offing.

Carer Ejaz arrived, just in time after I’d refreshed the place, smellwise. He did a great job, medications, body-check and some hoovering for me. He’s a good lad. I’d be lost without Ejaz.

A Bit of a worry here. Yesterday or last night, I took three photos of the kitchen views. And only one got onto the SD card? The mysteries of Woodthorpe Court, with the hobgoblins, spectres, gnomai, phantasms, grotesque succubae, Whoopsiedangleplops, ailments, extraterrestrials, ectoplasms, spirits, Accifauxpas, rent increases, food price hikes, and the Fata Morganas, that have been sent to taunt, irritate and terminate my already limited saneness of mind, come several times a day when you get older. Believe me!

Working on the computer, I was lucky enough to find that Amazon sells Glengettie tea last night. I’d run out months ago and missed its satisfyingly strong flavour. So, (I thought), I ordered two boxes of 80 tea bags, and they will be delivered today. An email came through to tell me it had been delivered. I imagined the driver would have left it outside the door… (Ha!) No, it wasn’t there. I rechecked the email and found they had left it in the ground-floor foyer. I prepared myself and got down, hoping no one had nicked it before I arrived. It was there, along with a package for another flat. I checked the address and found it was for Jenny’s neighbour, flat 78, I think. Then it dawned on me how big the box was for two packs of 80 Glengettie tea bags. I soon discovered that it held… ready for this, 12×2 60 Glengettie teabags! I don’t think I’ll live long enough to drink them! Hahaha! 
Up in the lift, and got off on the eighth floor and placed the packet near the gentleman’s door, and knocked on it. Then to the lift and up to my floor, as I was getting out of the lift, I realised I’d left my teabags on the eighth floor, back down, back up, and into the flat.

Now to make a mug of deliciously strong, gutsy Glengettie tea. I made it, drank it, and enjoyed it so much! I put in too much milk, so I made another mug.

Got the kettle back on, tea bag in the mug, and the rumbling started… Off to the wetroom for visit number two.
Again, it was who was in command. Also, there were two more follow-throughs to follow. You wouldn’t believe how many toilet rolls I’ve got through already. Had a wash up, and back to the computer.

It was slow going. Glaucoma-Gladys and Cataract Katie were making things difficult, and progress was slow. They don’t usually, or haven’t been bad until teatime each day, for weeks. I imagine they’ll get slowly worse until the lasering is done. Gawd, I’m making so many mistakes. Ejaz is due soon. I’ll make another mug of Glengettie… oh, no I won’t…
Yee Gods of Satan, where the heck is it all coming from? I think things looked a little different. As if some straw had been added, and as for the pong… Whoa! Another marathon cleaning up and freshening session, the follow-up burst of phoo! Another marathon session of cleaning and freshening. No wonder the back and knee are playing up with all this bending. Still, I feel some good luck is on its way to me. That was a total lie, sorry about that, I was just trying to cheer missen up. Haha!

Not a sign of him yet today.

Made a better mug of Glengettie again, I must stop drinking tea and get back to the spring and soda water after this one.

Then, as I was taking the mug to wash it, I knocked the hearing aids off of the counter. I used the long picker-upperer to retrieve the box and one of the hearing aids, but I couldn’t find the other one. No. At least not for twenty minutes of so. I thought it may have landed in the waste bin, took everything out, carefully, but cut my finger on whatever it was in there. Then, I got the torch wound up to boost the light and searched underneath the 1960-built, falling-apart Hopewell’s E-Plan Sideboard, with the doors falling off. No luck. The cubby-holles with missing doors were searched, without any luck.
I found it in plain sight,

Ejaz did the last call. He’s got a cough. I recommended honey. He gave me the Ezetemide, Phorpained the right shoulder, and graded the pouch urine as a 4.5.

I think this is generous to High-Mode-Horis.
He didn’t show up until after I’d had a drink and was getting into bed. Those few precious minutes were heavenly, defying.
When I woke up to respond to yet another call to the Throne, returned and tormented as he had all day. 
Then joined in.

Did I say I’d rang Jenny? I’ll check… Nope, I will.
I rang to see if she wanted any Glengettie teabags.
She asked if I’d made the list of things, as a reminder of what to tell the Social Lady on Monday. I mentioned the clothes in the other room that Carer Joe had bagged up to take to a Charity shop, along with some new stuff that no longer fits my gargantuan torso. But he left ICC before he could. She said Frank would call tomorrow to collect a bag of clothes & take it to the charity Shop. Bless them. 🤎

For the fourth time, at least I think it was, I visited the . This time, things were slightly improved. Firstly, I got there easily on time. Less evacuated product, and it’s much easier to clean things up.
I Germoloided the rear end again, had a rinse, hobbled into junk room two, and got several rolls of toilet paper to stack on the floor cabinets in the wet room. Some were recycled. There’s a thought!

A different dinner was dined on tonight. Opened a can of beef curry, added water chestnuts and a can of garden peas, cut up some oven-baked potatoes, and added them. Covered with Chinese sauce and marinated for about 35 minutes while the potatoes were baking. Then all in the bowl, and into the microwave for 6 minutes. Nice!

🎀 TTFNski, Each 🎀
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