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THURSDAY 29th OCTOBER 2026
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First of two food deliveries,
Fridge
Fresh garden peas.
Slurp!
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Aha, very late, but I got the Kodad-Tim-two working, with the help of some elephant tape! Food delivery due anytime now, and unfortunately the Carer as well. Not one of the best. Missing so many things. He did go to Sherwood to see the audio shop about making an appointment to have my ears dewaxed.
The Closed!
Google Maps photo.
Reality Photo
But I later discovered it was open.
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Vagaries lingered; confusion ruled.
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FRIDAY 30th OCTOBER 2026
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An even worser flipping day!
When Ejaz came on a longer call, he rang and made an appointment for me for the Dewaxing of the earholes. Bless his cotton socks. DID A GREAT JOB! For 11th November, at 12:00hrs, he arranged for a Carer to call at 11:30hrs, to give us time to dress me and get to the shop in time, using the bus. It cost more than I’d hoped; it will cost me £150 for both ears. I later got an email with a fairly long Q&A session from them. I filled it in and sent it back. Health history mostly. Grand lads, Ejaz & Mirza!
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Email from Jenny
Jenny; she is so kind to me. “I call her my Angel.” X
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I’m amazed; I’ve lost so many photos from the computer; I’m angry at myself too! Really so! Things got worse!
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I got myself all worked up when things went wrong.
Thankfully, a Caring, and understanding Carer, Ejaz, was here when my depression and self-loathing began. Bless him. But he won’t call again until next week.
So many things happened consecutively. An unbelievable series of droppages, self-disgust, and things filled my head each time. The worst is not easy to pick… these may be out of order. And some will be missing, because I got all het-up with my failings; and there were so many, over such a short time. I think I was more affected this time.
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Losing the photographs and not knowing how I lost them started the frustration.
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Then I made mistakes in recording what had taken place, and Ejaz began to correct them…
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As I reached for the notepad to check some items on it;
I KNOCKED THE MUG OF TEA OFF THE DESK!
It fell into an open drawer where I keep paperwork I’ll likely need later. Medical dosages.
What a stonking mess!
I had to throw away so many papers, reminders and mail. Most had partly disintegrated by the time we got them out of the drawer. Tea had leaked through to the cupboard below. More mail was destroyed in there. 
My fury was scaring me! Talk about going from a decent moment into the depths of… well, despair, self-loathing. Especially after Ejaz had done such magnificent jobs for me, I was so frustrated. Even more so when, in the chaos of sorting things and not doing a good job of it, I believe I sank into a rare seizure. This has happened only once before. I could see but not hear what was going on as Ejaz, and I were apparently finishing the cleaning up – or was I dreaming? I’ll never know, and I really have no idea. Ejaz did not mention it, though. So the old tortured mind was the most likely reason. Or, summat else. This only caused me more confusion. I can recall Ejaz telling me that Jenny had told him on the phone? What it was is a blank memory-wise. Should I be worried?
When this vague idea came to me much later, I accepted the situation rather easily; not that I understood it.
Now it concerns me, but not a lot?
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Carer Mirza made the teatime call hours later, while I was oddly ordering food for next week. I’d lost track again. My mind wandered; I started doing things, not finishing any, before beginning something else, unrelated.
What Mirza thought, I don’t know. Yet I recall a lot of his visit; rightly or wrongly is still in abeyance. I fear I may have been talking tommyrot. I also recall that I couldn’t get a song out of my head for hours after this incident. Fact can be stranger than fiction.
Back to Mirza’s visit. He did his usual conscientious routine, which was brilliant and caring. He reminded me to take the socks off, which he did. Emptied the pouch and recorded the details on the pad. Set up a new pad for me. Nowt on it yet, of course. Checked the Catheter for comfort. Asked if I’d had my daily meal, and checked the Bombay potatoes with peas added in the crock pot for me. I remembered all this, with few uncertainties. Mizra suggested I put some more tomato juice in the pot. So, I did. The lad did the safety checks, and when I told him how far I was behind with the blogging, thinking I’d never get yesterday’s finished, let alone start today’s. He suggested I make a double one, then post it when I catch up. This I am going to do. I also seem to clearly recall that, as he left, he said not to forget the cooker when I reheat the potatoes, and to try not to worry. (I’d told him of the tea-spilling incident). We bade farewells, with a little hug. Just what I needed then.
Thanks today to Carers Mirza, Ejaz, & Prem care.
Plus, of course, to my Angel! 💗
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Around 20:20hrs, I think, Carer Prem did the last call.
He emptied the pouch; there wasn’t much in it, and he tightened the top gripper, which made me scratch at the itch it caused. I moved the top grip when I scratched.
Not a good idea. Blood flowed from the old wound under the grip strap and pulled off the crust of dried blood, releasing newly drawn haemoglobin. I took these two photographs of the accifauxpas result. Haha!
We both laughed at how my bad luck is never-ending.
But by now, after the last three days of mayhem, I was in a resigned-mode, assisted by a belated but long visit from a  !
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Here I am now, 01:15hrs, pressing on with this two-day Inchie WP blog. However, hunger and tiredness forced me to stop. I noticed at the bottom of the new pad and recalled Ejaz writing something I must remember on it. All I had to do was read it… But I’m blown if I can decipher it? Had I done whatever it was reminding me to?
Can any of the flood of followers I have help at all?
Either of you. Please. I may be able to in the morning; or should I say later in the morning, when the mind and body may be a little more alert? Back in the morning to finish off; not much left to do, unless the memory box reactivates. TTFN till then. (He says, shooting off to the
Porcelain Throne. First visit of the day, no, first visit on Saturday. Oh, I hope I don’t fall asleep on the WC!
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