Inchie: Thursday 9th April 2026

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A busy day, with perhaps more than usual computer worries, and the worst day (later in the day) for physical pains, this year.
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Bad night’s sleep, mainly due to the returning chest pains, and
Didn’t get out of bed until 07:15hrs, and it took a lot of willpower. A messy, very messy, Trotsky Terence visit. HC’s taken. (See above). Then I did my teeth and had a wash.
08:40: Carer arrived. I had to ask for my , to be Phorpained. 
Gave medications. I found two dirty tablet cups and cleaned them. Carer on mobile again. Stood up and said, “I’m going to use your toilet… Okay!” More of a threat than a question. Haha! As if I’d say no.
Asked him to make sure the HC readings were recorded correctly. All was okay. I had to interrupt him as he had abandoned his mobile and was taking his BP with my sphygmomanometer. No body check was performed on this visit. He departed. 

Now my notepad reminders are barely, some not at all, readable of the next few hours. Not going to guess.
Words and lines, I know and can read, with a slight degree of uncertainty, follow.

I: He stopped texting, stood up and put his gloves on, issued the medicine, porpaine gelled my right shoulder, all without talking…
2: Rachid’s attitude improved after being told…
3: Ejaz, no body-check, but texting… Shot off.
4: Cather staps adjusted, then Rachid
5: Tabs. Balcony photo. These, mayhap on the left, I assume.
6: Placed an order with Iceland for tomorrow for items unavailable elsewhere.
7: Rachid showed far more awareness than on his first call, I’m pleased to report.
8: 8:40 to 8:56…
9: (unreadable)… I use your toilet, okay. …wrong syncing here, methinks…
10: Eyes are getting worse as evening dawns…
11: ? any worse, I’ll phone the District nurses or 111.
12: Nomadic Clusters (side note)

Ah, my scribblings are a little clearer now, so the photos make sense. (To me).
Waiting for Cara Mizra to arrive, I made a rare mug of tea, and got the second doses of medications ready to save the lad time when he arrives. Toothache spray, Olive oil for the earholes, and Germolene for my delicate areas to be ointmentated. Hehe!

Then I got the bowl, microwave, prepared, and marinated vegetable mixture, stirred in a little Tiryaki sauce, and gave it all a good stir. Ready to go in the oven when Carer Myzra finishes his late call.
This dish looked like a tasty treat to me.
Bombay potatoes, with added water chestnuts, pineapple, and a splash of soy sauce.

So tired, but semi-contented, with this Thursday’s reasonably
acceptable amounts of hassle. Despite my being warned by my inner voice  not to adopt a single Smug Mode. As Friday will bring fears, frights, and frustrations, that will take even you, the El Unlucky one, towards the end of your tether. Admittedly with was in a dream overnight. What’s the point in warning me if these things are going to happen anyway? 
Ha! I laughed at this omen.
Naturally, I regretted saying this.
“I’m writing this on Friday evening”.
As Friday will bring fears, frights, and frustrations that will take even you, the El-Unlucky-One, to the end of your tether, it was a spot-on piece of prophesying from . Those of an uneasy and nervous nature might like to give Friday’s blog a miss. It’s not pretty, just true!

Carer Mizra arrived an iota late, and I was, as usual, pleased he did. We spoke of plans for the weekend as he issued the medications. He wants to check the mail, if we have time after doing the shopping trip to Sherwood. I must ask him for a list of the arranged rota calls. He had to rush, but I fear he may have missed his bus to his last call. My fault, waffling. Sorry.

Marvellous Flavour.
A medley of East Asia. China-Japan!
With UK Sourdough bread!
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