Old, sick, weary, but harmless. I need to make others smile!
Inchie Today: Thursday 19th February 2026
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – Today has been a rather depressing, frustrating day. The Carer could not do the laundry again, not his fault, I hasten to mention, Oh no. The whoever-it-was who rang to say they would be paying me a fleeting visit sometime today. This may have been about the Carer’s hours or my being placed in an old people’s home, so initially this news cheered me up. But no one came. The District Nurse who helped me yesterday said she would call to treat the leg wound. No show, but understandable, unexpected changes. No contact from the computer man. I’m not surprised at this with my record. A cold, cold day, too! – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
Early morning.
Just out of interest, can you see the wrong keys on my Amazon plug-in keyboard?
Every time anything takes away or breaks my concentration, I end up with a leaking Catheter valve cause I haven’t shut it or haven’t shut it properly.
Then the painful struggle to get the socks off, a bowl of water & Dettol to wash the feet. Agony to reach down to dry them, which makes me feel dizzy and of balance, and sometimes brings on a seizure. The intercom rang…
This time, it was the food delivery arriving.
The delivery person kindly put the things into carriers for me. I got them into the kitchen. And set about putting them away.
I’d bought soft options in the food to cope with . Meat paste, Flora No Butter spread, coffees for handing out, Dried cheese to flavour the instant potatoes, and Mushroom Pâté to put on the soft-sliced milk roll bread. I had these tonight. Soft, uncrusted wholemeal bread. Sauces to go with soups, instant mash, and stews.
Soy light & dark, Teriyaki, Sweet & Sour, Gong-Po, Bovril. I got them all away, some just put in the other room to sort later – which brought to light that I’d done the same on the last delivery, and ordered some of the things already in there again. As I say, I need help with my body and mind.
The in-flat hostage.
Poor old Sausage. Apologise to Herr Starmer, no copyright
infringement intended
🎀 TTFNski, Each! 🎀
By Inchie
78 years of age, pretty ugly, short, bald, pot-bellied, in ill health. Decaying physically and morally. Mechanical ticker valve, Duodenal Donald, Saccades-Sandra, Arthur Itis, Hernia Henry, Hard of Hearing Hank, Bad eyesight Boris, Reflux Roger, Peripheral Neuropathy, Nerve Neurotransmitters Not-working Wendy, Bladder Cancer Chris, Stuttering Stephany, Haemorrhoid Harold, Shaking Shaun, Dizzy Dennis, FND, ... there are others, but I've tired myself out, now! Hehehe! Oh, then I had a stroke! Now awaiting Cataract & Glaucoma operations. Diabetes 2, Leg-Ulcer-Ulrich, Cartilage Chloe & Carole and am flat-bound. Tsk!
Failures, Accifauxpas and Whoopsiedangleplops are my Forte... Hehehe!
I love making folk smile when I can. TTFNski!
I’m fed-up of hearing myself moan, Paul.
If I’d known how today was going to go, I’d have saved it for today’s blog. That many callers and visitors. Carers can’t do the laundry again cause of going to the clinic with me meant no time. INR Nurse, toe-cutting gal (£35, ), District Nurse, and I’m in agony from changing the Catheter bag contraption, Little Inchie bleeding, Haemorrhoids bleeding, Toothache and now CorelDraw is playing up. All I’ve got done on the blog is the Ode! And it’s now half-past-midnight.
I am going to ask if I can go in a home, I think. I can’t go on like this, and they seem reluctant to pay for extra homecare. Depressed? Me?
Cheers, keep safe and well. 💜
I’m wondering what “Home” means now in the UK, here there is a lot of support in aged care facilities and people do still blog etc. Would you be supported and cared for is my question?
Well, I hope so, Paul. Then again, they may not let me, or force me to go in? It’s taking a long time to here from them, it must be a complicated procedure.
Either way, Home or Extra Carers, they will work out which is the cheapest and easiest route, I assume. A win on the lottery would help.
Oh, no, I don’t do it. Hahaha!
Cheers, Paul. 🌺
It seems to be good that you got the ode off your chest, Gerry. Dealing with everything is a challenge for you. I hope you do okay. 😍🙏
Hi. Tim. I’ve just replied to Paul. Sayiong if I knew how today was going to go,. I’d have saved it for todays blog. Which I’ve only done the blog for yet, and it is half-past-midnight.
I’m fed-up of moaning, Tim.
I hope that the snow keeps off for you this weekend.
Keep well, thanks again. 👍🏻💟
A post on a theme of all things moist, damp, and chilly. Head to toe. Then you have so many people who simply do not show up. Yet, we wisheth you well on this Friday experience. Would that you could replace that fully unfunctional catheter switch, mon ami!
Morning, Billum.
I wish something would go right and I could write about it, instead of moaning all the time, mate. Thursday was a walk in the park compared with today (Fri). Busy it was. Had to do the laundry, up and down three times, INR nurse, Texts, phone calls, Toenail-cutting gal (£35), Forgot to do the Phoo-sample, Catheter equipment delivered, District Nurse, nowt done on the blog (Now 35mins past midnight), Toothache, Little Inchie and Harold Haemorrhoids bleeding. Agony from the catheter after it was changed. I’m drinking like mad, 3 litres after having the new bag on, and only a cupful of urine made it to the pouch. Flowback discomfort. Really painful now. Going to have to phone the District Nurses in the morning. Of course if the bladder blows up overnight, I shan’t bother calling them. Hehe! Sorry to moan mate. Fed-Up.
Thanks for commenting in you usual witty style. 👍🏻🎀😾
Thank you so much for the kind and thorough reply, my friend. I think we make good collaborators in the communication process, mon ami. Extemporaneous writers are what we be. Haha!! I once had a fistula develop in my small intestine that dropped solids, liquids, and gases into my bladder. In 1975. Went to the emergency room and spent a couple of months in hospital. We have much in common, methinks. Survivors despite so many onslaughts. Wowsers!
I reckon you is right, Billum. Spot on.
We is survivors. The spirits still keep bashing at us, sending their cacodemons.
Did you have a fistulotomy or seton placement, Billum? Must have been damned painful, for you Sir.
Cheers!
Oddly, it was not painful, Gerry. Upon a urination, I observed bubbling and the passage of a pimento from the end of my inchy in 1975. Phoned for an ambulance and was taken to the nearest available hospital, about 15 miles away. That was 3 years before Alan was born. Crohn’s was rare in those days, and my surgeon told me that I had brought it on myself by worrying too much. So ein Arschloch! A few years later, I was again in the hospital for several months. Fortunate for me, my employer at the time paid my complete salary. We’ve lived extraordinary lives, mon ami!
Ah, the ode of self-loathing perchance? I hear frustration. The carpark might be a boat ramp! 🙂
I’m fed-up of hearing myself moan, Paul.
If I’d known how today was going to go, I’d have saved it for today’s blog. That many callers and visitors. Carers can’t do the laundry again cause of going to the clinic with me meant no time. INR Nurse, toe-cutting gal (£35, ), District Nurse, and I’m in agony from changing the Catheter bag contraption, Little Inchie bleeding, Haemorrhoids bleeding, Toothache and now CorelDraw is playing up. All I’ve got done on the blog is the Ode! And it’s now half-past-midnight.
I am going to ask if I can go in a home, I think. I can’t go on like this, and they seem reluctant to pay for extra homecare. Depressed? Me?
Cheers, keep safe and well. 💜
I’m wondering what “Home” means now in the UK, here there is a lot of support in aged care facilities and people do still blog etc. Would you be supported and cared for is my question?
Well, I hope so, Paul. Then again, they may not let me, or force me to go in? It’s taking a long time to here from them, it must be a complicated procedure.
Either way, Home or Extra Carers, they will work out which is the cheapest and easiest route, I assume. A win on the lottery would help.
Oh, no, I don’t do it. Hahaha!
Cheers, Paul. 🌺
It seems to be good that you got the ode off your chest, Gerry. Dealing with everything is a challenge for you. I hope you do okay. 😍🙏
Hi. Tim. I’ve just replied to Paul. Sayiong if I knew how today was going to go,. I’d have saved it for todays blog. Which I’ve only done the blog for yet, and it is half-past-midnight.
I’m fed-up of moaning, Tim.
I hope that the snow keeps off for you this weekend.
Keep well, thanks again. 👍🏻💟
A post on a theme of all things moist, damp, and chilly. Head to toe. Then you have so many people who simply do not show up. Yet, we wisheth you well on this Friday experience. Would that you could replace that fully unfunctional catheter switch, mon ami!
Morning, Billum.
I wish something would go right and I could write about it, instead of moaning all the time, mate. Thursday was a walk in the park compared with today (Fri). Busy it was. Had to do the laundry, up and down three times, INR nurse, Texts, phone calls, Toenail-cutting gal (£35), Forgot to do the Phoo-sample, Catheter equipment delivered, District Nurse, nowt done on the blog (Now 35mins past midnight), Toothache, Little Inchie and Harold Haemorrhoids bleeding. Agony from the catheter after it was changed. I’m drinking like mad, 3 litres after having the new bag on, and only a cupful of urine made it to the pouch. Flowback discomfort. Really painful now. Going to have to phone the District Nurses in the morning. Of course if the bladder blows up overnight, I shan’t bother calling them. Hehe! Sorry to moan mate. Fed-Up.
Thanks for commenting in you usual witty style. 👍🏻🎀😾
Thank you so much for the kind and thorough reply, my friend. I think we make good collaborators in the communication process, mon ami. Extemporaneous writers are what we be. Haha!! I once had a fistula develop in my small intestine that dropped solids, liquids, and gases into my bladder. In 1975. Went to the emergency room and spent a couple of months in hospital. We have much in common, methinks. Survivors despite so many onslaughts. Wowsers!
I reckon you is right, Billum. Spot on.
We is survivors. The spirits still keep bashing at us, sending their cacodemons.
Did you have a fistulotomy or seton placement, Billum? Must have been damned painful, for you Sir.
Cheers!
Oddly, it was not painful, Gerry. Upon a urination, I observed bubbling and the passage of a pimento from the end of my inchy in 1975. Phoned for an ambulance and was taken to the nearest available hospital, about 15 miles away. That was 3 years before Alan was born. Crohn’s was rare in those days, and my surgeon told me that I had brought it on myself by worrying too much. So ein Arschloch! A few years later, I was again in the hospital for several months. Fortunate for me, my employer at the time paid my complete salary. We’ve lived extraordinary lives, mon ami!
Brought it on yourself? Wie nett von ihm!
We have lived through some odd experiences indeed, Billum. 🚑