Inchie: Saturday 31st January 2023

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A horrible day in many ways. Despite it starting off a little better than the previous five days.
The most frustrating thing of the day was the third keyboard of the week, which failed in many ways, more than the two before it. 
The memory of it still hurts; the frustration of finding that the new keyboard had four incorrectly marked keys, and the struggle to find the @ and the #. Marking them with stickers took me so many hours. I didn’t get anything to eat until gone midnight, and I’m getting so far behind with the blogging. I mention bits in the Ode-of-the-day, but have no willpower left to go into full detail. As I said, the events still hurt. 
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I’ll get this son e ASAP so I can finish before the meal is burnt. A quickie, photo-led reminders for my tormented mind. Will my luck ever change?
I shouldn’t have said that, Ukraine, Syria, Putin, worries even over Trump and Starmer, the starving…
No, I take that back, I’m self-pitying again.
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Morning (I made notes about this bit)
I woke at 0500hrs and got up at 0700hrs.
Forced by the need to go to the Porcelain Throne.
Well, that was so different from last week’s efforts; all that escaped was a multitude of lengthy, almost musical. blasting-out, literally and without any encourements, emissions of wind.
Confusingly, aroma-free. Or, at least I could not smell anything.

Carer Ejaz entered, always glad to see him. He issued the medications. No point in his doing the body check yet, cause I intend to get a good scrub-up, shave, brush my teeth, shower, and medicate the areas I can reach.
We spoke of the upcoming medical appointments, and he went on my NHS site to check the medication doses and make a list of what was needed. He said he’d do a background check on his midday call.

Oh, I forgot I took some kitchen window shots earlier with Kodak-Tim-2.
You can tell I got up late because the street lights had been dimmed.
Here they are, all dark and dank, a little reminiscent of Deep Dark, Dank Depressing Darius, who, once he came on, stayed the whole day long after the computer problems started… yet again!

When Ejaz departed with my thanks, I got things ready for the wet room visit. 
I tried once again on the Porcelain Throne before the washing started.
Another failure, evacuation-wise.
I got the teeth cleaned first; you’d be surprised how difficult this is with nine teeth missing, and another four broken. 
I’m likely to cause more damage if I brush with too much gusto. Haha!
I forgot to clip my fingernails. Then did the shaving. And for the third time on the trot, I ended up cut-free . However, later, when Ejaz returned, he pointed out what a terrible job of shaving I’d done. Hehe!
I had a stand-up wash, why? I’d left the hot tap running again! It could explain the bad shave. Carefully cleaned and medicated the crutch area, especially the tube and bleeding fungal lesion on Little Inchy. Then the rear end and legs that I could reach. I was so proud of not dropping or knocking anything over, that I took a snap of the undisturbed mess of things on the top of the Porcelain Throne tankt. I looked at the viewer and saw that the photo above was the result. I took another. Totally baffled at what I had done wrong in the first one. I got carried away with the photographing in the wet room. And took another couple of shots. Why I pictured the pot of razors, I don’t know. The same could be said of the snap of the top of the floor cabinet.
You#ll note the rolls of toilet paper at the ready in there? You never know, well, I don’t know if they are to be used from one visit to the next. I tried again for a successful evacuation. Giving it time, just in case things would suddenly flood out unexpectedly.
But, no! Got the eye drops in (well, some of it), and olive-oiled the ears. Phorpain gelled the knees, Germoloided the rear end, and creamed the top strap area of the catheter. Adjusted the top strap, and the telephone chirped into life.
I got to it in time, and a lady wanted to know of Helen was there? I nearly said I wish she were, but I resisted. Told the lady, No, no one here of that name. I think she was on a landline, cause it sounded like it was slammed down, after she had called me a liar!

A mug of tea, and at long last, I got the computer on.
Attached the new white-keyed keyboard and began. But this didn’t last long. I didn’t take long to find problems with the third new keyboard this week!

ARGHHH!

Hours and hours lost! Nothing else got done much at all, other than searching for the keys with the wrong signs on them, and some of them in the wrong position on the wrong keys.
I could cry with frustration.

Ejaz arrived partway through the computer farce. He did a whole body check for me, and medicated the parts of my highly desirable to women, body (joke), that I could not reach to do earlier.

My best snaps for months here.
Not bad at all. Smug Mode!

Late now, so late.
Gonna get a stew special done. Bombay potatoes, chicken stew (ready-made), beetroots and water chestnuts added. Some slices of bread were left for dipping. Pot of oranges in jelly for afters.
That’s the plan anyway.

Daily Meal
A mixed bag. Bombay potatoes, chicken, tomatoes, silverskin onions, water chestnuts, red onion, soya beans, and gungo beans. Marinated in Gung Po & BBW sauce. Sounds risky? It was, but it turned into a flavourful feast. The regret for making this was in the morning, cleaning the mass of cutlery, bowls, the tray and sink counter of the gunk I’d left, putting the things in the sink to soak.

I found these that I’d missed off.
Not sure when I took them, at
night, or in the morning?

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All the Best, Cheers!