Inchy: Wednesday 27th September 2023

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Today, many a calamity-cluster!
Abated by precious Carer Kara,
A tumble, the nurse followed after,
Things got worse, thereafter…
Dropped a bowl of dishwater…
Lymphorrhoea Leslie’s water…
Ingrowing nail pains started!
Knee & back pains agitated,
But I was unintimidated…
Sorry about that… I lied!
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Due to , I’d stored photos on the wrong day in the file. So some may be from earlier, as I got myself in a muddle trying to sort them. Sorry again. if so!

06:14hrs: was leaking rather painfully as I stirred back into my mock-imitation, forlorn pitiful life. She was stinging much more this morning as well.
As I removed the night bag from the catheter, other ailments joined in. With what seemed a concerted effort. A  lets attack Inchy with as much pain as we can today. They were successful! , , and a rare visit from . The pain behind the left eye kicked off…
EQ kept telling me, “I warned You!” I knew things were not going to go well at all today – and boy was I right!
Had I known what was going to happen, I’d have hibernated there in the £300 second-hand shop purchased, c1966, welt-causing, uncomfortable, not-working, welt-creating, itch-making crumb-containing recliner.

I got to the wet room and utilised the first job. Aha, had not lost control completely, but I’d say was fighting back! The shaving went bloodlessly. !
The showering did not! The patch I’d put on was loosening its grip a bit. , and flowing freely was . giving me gip each time I had to bend or stretch. But the Germolene and Germoloids I’d managed to buy, did a fine job in stopping the bleeding for me.
Emptying the bowl that I’d washed my feet in while shaving, I got a little, but enough, of the shakes and twitches from , to ensure that I dropped the bowl of dirt water. Innit amazing how far water can spread? Come think of it, she had support from my to inform the befuddled brain of my physical needs.
The urine was a good-looking colour today. It kept changing several times later on from this practically near perfect to a deep orangey-red?
Little was jealous of the other ailments’ success I think, and the pangs and pains started coming from him, and are still with me tomorrow.
I thought today was bad… but having already lived tomorrow, they are not so bad!
I made another Heath Robinson affair and put it on Not the foggiest idea what I might have done wrong, but boy did the pain increase! Yes, it did!
seemed the ‘Ailment in Command’ at this stage. Even worse than the , this was a first!

arrived. Medications sorted, and the eye drops. I did ask the lad if he could put some of the Phorpain gel on , but somehow we both forgot about it. No blame attached, other than to me. I’m the one in pain, and I forgot to remind him. We’ll settle I think for blaming

Arrived, for financial & advising. Well, she was overwhelmed I think, all the problems I needed help with.
① Covid-jab appointment making.
② Flu-Jab appointment making.
③ She called the district nurse to get some advice for me on the bleeding. Told me they will report this to the nurses.
④ She tried to arrange a lift for the Audio Clinic appointment that she had made for me, but it doesn’t look too good – no free spots. The chap told Kara, that if any do come free, I’ll be first on the list to get a lift. He would ring back to let me know if that happens.
⑤ Kara did the eye drops and medicationing.
⑥ Checked on the Catheter bag for me.
When I went to find the Olive Oil applicator for the ears.  She even found time to come and pick me up after I took a Dizzy-Tumble. Bless her!
⑧ There was something else she did, but I can’t recall it now.

I thanked her again, and off she had to go, always sad!

I’d be Lost Without Her Weekly Call to Help me!

I went out onto the balcony for a look around, hoping maybe to find some trees or clouds that I might do some with.
But the clouds were very minimal and high and with my eyesight, they were not seeable enough really. But the close-up stuff was. Taking a shot of the end car park, I saw that the mudslide was receding at a good rate. No rain last night?
I opened the door and took a close-up of the car park area.
The mudslide had a sort of glow to it? After I on the raised ledge when getting back inside. I smiled, passed wind, and laughed it laughing it off, of course...

Potatoes on the boil. Then I searched for my new bottle of olive oil… Couldn’t find it, despite finding it hours later smack in the middle of the Carer’s table. Tsk!
Tea GlengettieMade the second permitted mug of tea.
Glengettie of course.
I used the Jersey Full Milk this time. Lovely! But naughty, Sister Jane says!
The Carer arrived, and UI left the mug of tea to go cold, forgetting all about it.
The mug was well stained when I discovered it. Testimony to the flavour of the brew!
The Community Nurse arrived, to look at the state of .
She took a photograph of the lesion where the fluid was seeping from. Then set about drying it and wrapping the leg from just below the knee, down and around the foot!
It felt better afterwards, but of course, I was being distracted by the presence of a young lady, manhandling me. Hahaha!
She told me I must keep the leg raised at all times when not moving about. I had to insist she chose a dinkie and or nibbles from the display.
She obliged me, bless her; after I’d told her if she didn’t pick one, I’d be sulking all day.
Which brought forth the first laugh of the day.
Hehehe!. She said someone would come out on Monday to change the bandages and check on things. Amazingly I remembered Carer Kara telling me she made the appointments for the Audio Clinic and Covid jabs for Monday & Wednesday, as she thought I might be tired after the trek to the clinic and it would give me a day to recover. Now that was kind! ♥ I mentioned this to the nurse, who said they would come on Tuesday instead.

Three hours or about, later, I checked on the leg when the Carer came.
He took this photo.
Looks like the fluid and a smidgeon of blood had started to flow.

Then it dawned on me – I would not be able to take a shower! It’ll have to be doing the washing stood at the sink. Which, will mean difficulties in getting access to certain areas that the shower spray usually takes care of. And on Tuesday, if they rebandage it again, an even longer period without a shower? Will I begin to reek? Haha! There is not a lot of escapage at the moment, so the chances are that they may leave it to get some air… or not. Mind you come think of it, it’ll be five days before they call… Ah, well!

The blogging will have to be cut short: if done at all. It seems essential that I get my leg up! There is no answer to that! Har-Har!
I’ll try to get a cartoon made, and an ode daily. If time or I’m up to it. Sorry folks. Evening photo of the oddly light night.

There are also three medical appointments to sort out and fit in next week? I’m not feeling too good about the coming week. EQ agrees with me.

Great meal, though.
The Flavour-Rating given was a deserved 8.5/10.
Would have been higher if I had not undercooked the potatoes. Tsk!

Fingers Crossed – I can’t cross the legs or fingers voluntarily anyway.
The worst of the ailments at present is the pain coming from the s Papules; a close second is the toe nail, which for some reason dosen’t like putting my legs up.

TTFNski

INCHY: Tuesday 26th September 2023. Chow!

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This day was, well… Mayhem! Again!
Had to really cut back on blogging. As the nurse said I’ve to keep my leg raised! I’ll tell yer in a bit…

First thing on waking. Well, after passing wind, and sensing that both ingrowing toenails, on the left foot, and on the right, were painful, I bent down to remove the night pouch from the clutches of , and gave me head a wobble… not the usual one; this was an instant version, without the usual warning signs. This told me today, he was going to enjoy himself at my expense. (He did later, too!)
I was so amazed when I saw that the nocturnal pouch was completely empty. Yet the day pouch valve was in the open position? What happened there, I don’t know! So, I picked up and shook the pouch and tubing, and within a few moments, the urine flowed gushingly from the day to the night bag?
All seemed to be working again. lingered a little. Had this just actually happened?

I rose from the £300 second-hand shop bought, c1966, ache-making, moth-eaten, bedraggled, cringingly-beige-coloured, grotty, dilapidated, crumb-containing from my nocturnal nibblings, bug-ridden, itch-inspiring, not working recliner, and limped into the kitchen. Limping due to a combination of ailments this time. which was stinging something horrible, and challenging me to scratch at it. But I resisted. . , , the toes as mentioned, and assisted me to knock my torso against the door frame going into the kitchen. So, joined in the assault!
To make me feel even worse, the three photos I took of the morning view were all crappy!

Oh, double-dear!
Oh, treble-dear!

Off to the wet room…To get the ablutions tended to… Starting with a sudden urgent need to utilise the Porcelain Throne.
Got my feet in a bowl of soapy water with baking powder added. To soak-clean the feet while having a shave
The almost expected teeny-weeny cut, not in the neck-hole this time, but behind the earhole. The only places left that grow hair on my head. A swift sprinkle of the Brut aftershave
put an end to the leaking haemoglobin.
Then, after emptying and washing the bowl, I got into the shower. Closed the curtain, moved the chair into position, lowered the shower head to a reachable position, then…
opened the shower curtain, moved the chair, exited and out into the hallway, to turn the shower power on in the hallway. Humph! Back in, closed the curtain, and moved the chair back into position. Then I the on the chair leg. Swore, cursed a little more, and; and then I noticed the blood blood that was trickling down my leg from poor old. The pad on the geyser papule was almost dropping off, and a smidgeon of blood was making its way down the right leg as well.
I’d already decided that things were not going well, and would probably get worse, without any input for EQ either..
Got the shower finished without any other painful incidents.
The pad on the right leg , had stayed in position all through the process.

That’s the end of any detailed stuff. Rushing now…

Rubbish done.

Found that I’d left the potatoes in the crock pot for 20hrs! Tsk!

Mug of tea, Glengettie of course.

I Heath Robinsoned a new papule covering.

Good colour in the pouch.

The homemade dressing is still on.
engaged!

Did I put the food delivered on or not?
Nice!
Fridge choker-bloc!
Freezer, too!

Late rain.
We need it, not as bad as some areas do, though.

Just as well they were out of some foods!

Strawberry treats for the helpers.
Bananas, and my favourite three varieties of biscuits.
Maryland Cookies (UK), Lemon Puffs (Poland) & LU Petit Beurre. (France)… if only I was allowed more mugs of tea, I could eat them faster and more of them! Hehe!

Super Nosh! 9.2/10!
I made short work of this one!

TTFN

INCHY: Monday 25th September 2023

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Well, well, well, another farcical rising from the aged, grotty-looking c1966-made, charity-shop-bought, horribly beige-coloured, £300, Harold’s Haemorrhoid-testing, non-operational, acne-giving, virus-breeding, rickety, easy-to-fall-out-of recliner, with its new air-cushion. Supplied by my treasured Sarah, of the Rehabilitation Falls Team.
My right ankle was pouring water out all over the cover, my legs, the chair the legs were upon, and some reached the carpet! , Tsk!
Luckily I had a dry pad nearby, left from putting on last night’s plaster. I used that to stem the flow. Before cleaning up, the night pouch had to be removed. So I did!
In the few seconds, it took me to release the bag… The new plaster fell off! Off to the wet room to sort the pouch out, and used some toilet paper on the papule, held on with some medical tape.
Back to clean up the room. I had a wash and started to clean up Little Inchie. Oh, dear! The blood had dried, and getting the PPs off was a painful job!
The word Arrgh! That seems the optimum comment to use!
More cleaning up, me this time. The legs, Oh, and the wet room floor, too. All medicated where possible and cleaned up, I returned to the wet room to have a shave.

It didn’t go too well! Then the teeth started bleeding while cleaning them. The Brut aftershave was utilised. And did a good,, if stinging job!
Putting the creams away, I knocked some items off of the floor cabinet…
Some fell behind the WC, so I got the plastic picker-upperer I keep in there to retrieve the tubes. I got entangled in the bleach and cleaner bottles, and I decided to yank the picker-upperer free in my temper… Not a good idea on reflection; I no longer have a plastic picker-upperer… well, I have actually, but it’s in about six pieces, three of them broken! 
♬ Morning has broken, like the ♬ So is Inchy’s spirit, now!

Carer Richard arrived.
He got the medications done, eye drops and put the next to last pad on the geyser for me; bless him. He also told me that he had checked the tablets & we don’t need to order any this week.

The pad he put on to replace the Heath Robinson affair I’d got on, stayed on, and is still there now, 15hrs later! Well done to Richard the Lionheart!

I got on the computer to update yesterday’s blog. But…
Liberty-Global oligarchs had failed again with their pathetic internet service. Although no doubt experts in Smoke & mirrors: someone who draw attention away from often embarrassing or unpleasant figures or issues, and figure manipulators, they are not very good at supplying a service. But nae bother this time it came back on shortly, and up to now, has stayed online for 17hrs!
I spent four hours grafting away. Making cock-ups, mistakes and errors.
Carer Marie called. We were both a little down and seemed to cheer each other up a smidge, bless her. She suggested I try eBay to get Olive Oil and some slippers, so I thanked her.
Spent a while longer and got the Sunday blog sent off at last.

I investigated the eBay option for Samaritan Olive oil, and I found a pair of slippers that looked comfy.

I later got an email for each one of the items, on the right here.

Back on the blogging to make a start on this one.

I went for the third time to the Porcelain Throne and was tickled pink when the evacuated product flowed solidly for the first time in days. Not back to normal yet, but close. Then again, what is normal?
My releases seem to change to opposites each day sometimes.
Leaving the wet room, a burst forth. Not enough to have me over, but an excellently aimed wobble and my right shoulder clashed with the door frame. No need to tell you, but I will, kicked off. Well fancy that!

Carer Israel arrived, with a letter that had been delivered. There was a date-clash, between Audio Clinic and the delivery of the slippers and or Samaritan Olive Oil! Cobblers!
The plaster thingy, he said could stay on until the morning. So, it did! All I did was bend down while sitting in the chair, to have a feel if the padding felt wet; it didn’t to me, but started off, and stayed with me for the rest of the night. I suppose I ought to be glad that left me in relative peace. Hehehe! Blimey, the day bag, was all but at bursting point! I cleared it just in time to avoid a flood of urine all over me, the flat, and maybe the Carer!
When he left, I got the fodder prepared, and tasty it was too. I took a photo of the fine feast… but found (on Tuesday), that I had not put the SD card into Humph!
The view from the kitchenette window when washing the pots & dishes, I decided I needed photographicalisationing. I made sure the SD card was in first, this time. It was a one for me. Straight away I envisioned the higher cloud left, being a shark or swordfish, with its long bill upper and in front, open mouth below, and even an eye in this view?

Nightie-Night!

INCHY: Sun 24 Sept 2023

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Too dark this morning. But why bother. Tsk!

As I was going to the , I thought of what I think was a witty retort to use on this blog… So I got out and took this photo…
Notice how it’s a little askew, did you?
That’s because, I was on my way down to the floor, following a  . Clouting my knees as I landed on the hard floor, and en route my right elbow against the door. I felt sorry for the neighbour below!
The toilet roll had only been used once, and there was only a quarter of it left by the time I’d cleaned up after the evacuation! Seeing in in the WC, reminded me of a dollop of Chilli Con Carne but yellow in colour. Eurgh!

Back to the Carer’s table and took the BP.
It’s been more consistent lately.

Off to the kitchen, I plodded…
And took this early morning view.
Then got the kettle on.
Made a tasty brew of Glengettie tea.
Tea GlengettieAnd onto the computerisationing. Where I stayed, making error after cock-up, for a few hours. Until arrived. We had a natter as she medicated me, did the eye drops, and departed. Not before putting a pad on.

To .

More computing mishaps, then out I poddled onto the balcony. Took this very sad to me, photo of the tree copse
The sad bit is that I can no longer go for a walk-through as I did for so many years almost daily. Humph!
The end car park mud-slide was building up in the rain.

Went to make my second mug of tea.
Checked on the soup left over from last night. It was edible enough to have tonight… and hastily responded to my innards message to get back to the

The yellow evacuated liquid, now had some red and black in it? The toilet roll was used up again! I anticipated this and had taken in two more rolls earlier on.

returned. She was tired, bless her.

Blogging, then…
Took these two photos of the beautiful clouds…

I stopped blogging for a while. Got a waste bag made up.
Then went to the kitchenette, to add a can of garden peas to the soup in the saucepan… !
Putting the empty can in the new waste bag, I managed to cut my finger down the nail of the sharp edge of the tin. I didn’t bleed much, and it was a teeny-weeny cut anyway. I washed it and put a plaster on it…  cutting the plaster, I cut the same finger on the other side of the nail!

I thought this was a smidge comical…
Adding sauce, the soup was vegetable.
I then dropped the sauce bottle!
I think my bad luck, may be perpetual!

Back to the computer.
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The first fail all day; are they getting better?

came. A nice gal, who liked a natter and laugh, which suited and cheered me up a lot. Got the tablets issued, eye drops in, and accepted an ice cream. Not seen her for a long time. I asked if I could take her photo for this blog, and she agreed. Here it is…

The day bag was emptied.
The colour started as a number four, this morning. In the afternoon it turned rather dark, a 5 on the NHS scale. This time…
back to a better NHS-3, I reckon.

I took three photos of the amazing night view…
From a distance…
A little closer…
Then close-up! They were all a little fuzzy-looking, but still looked wonderful to me.

I started the soup warming and had to visit the Throne again…
porc tttThe tablets don’t seem to be helping with the Diarhorrea?
They have always helped in the past? Shame!.

Carer Richard arrived without ringing the door chime, nearly gave me a heart attack, when he woke me up! Hehehe!
The lad gave me painkillers and asked if needed any Peptac or the night pouch attaching. I explained that I had not had a meal yet, so no need to put the bag on for me. I’d take the Peptac after eating. Ricard checked the medication drawer, and put the eye drops in for me.

FOOD, GLORIOUS FOOD!

Taste-Rating: 9/10.

I saw this meal off without waste! Haha!

Washing the pots up, I took photos of the evening view again.
More blurred this time.
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Not my best photographicalisationing!

Time to take the Peptac. So, I took the Peptac. Then went to drain the day bag ready to put the night pouch on, and the urine colour had gone to a 6 on the NHS scale.
Oh, what a todoo!

TTFNski Each!

INCHY: Saturday 23rd Sept 2023 Lymphorrhoea, Back Pain Brenda etc…

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Spot on colour in the night pouch.

leaking again.
Gathered the medications needed.
I think it’s less tender?
All done…
Five minutes later, I could see that she was at it again, beginning to seep through! My right leg is getting skinny.

Taken from the c1966, £300 charity shop bought, second-hand, wincingly grotty, beige coloured, not working, crumb-covered from the nocturnal nibblings, itch-making, uncomfortable, virus-breeding, easy-to-fall-out-of, recliner.

Wet room and throne visit.

Interesting outcome of the end car park shot.
The sun coming up made it look like a barricade had been built on the mudslide part. Hehe!

Beautiful puffer clouds later. It was a changeable day, with lots of rain and showers later.

The day pouch colour was great.
But Little Inchy still hurt!

I made a cock-up here… I was going to put some Germolene on , but used in error.
It was great! Stung a little, mind you.

Made a change. Haha!

Here’s the meal plan for later.

I thought about tidying up the Carers table.
That was as far as it went!

Wonderful clouds up there.

I was making so many mistakes. The pains, leaks, lack of concentration, and I was yonks behind with the blogging (I still am!). How I got so much done, is a puzzle. Admittedly, a mistake-ridden mystery!

I stopped to make a much-needed brew, and I took these take these great to me, shots of the view.

Returned to the computer, and continued in the same fashion. The brain was occasionally being tested, as the memory faded and returned, but I’d got tons of work done? As I said, mostly error-ridden, and needed much correcting done, in my occasional fleeting moments of awareness. Such as they were. No doubt about it, for around three hours or so, I was in and out of whatever I was doing, which seemed to just work on the blog?

Took these after-sunset shots as the rain ceased.

I gave up blogging, after getting Thursdays done. I’ll have to start this one on Sunday… No wonder I’m chronologically confused; bewildered, puzzled, perplexed, and baffled. These mystifications are a part of my rapidly acquiring decrepitude, and degenerating brain and body: as I wend my way into accepting senility, mental decrepitude and the promise that is the harbinger of the forecasted approach of Alzheimer’s.
It’s being so cheerful that keeps me going. Hahaha!

FOOD!
I’d cooked some spuds in the crock-pot for about 12 hours, drained then chopped them up, and added them to the soup. I also added some chopped tomatoes (Not a completely blood-free exercise, but it was only the tiniest of cuts down a fingernail), and some Borscht, with sea salt to the saucepan.

CHEERS!

Inchy: Fri 22 Sept 2023, Lymphorrhea Lesion Leslie leaks a lake! And some Old Odes Galore!

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But the new spectacles are not up to scratch – Mind you, I have already scratched the lens on them. Cognitive Impairment Iris, the water geyser on the right leg has had to be bandaged… by me, what a mess I made of it. Little Inchie is giving nearly as much pain as Back-Pain-Brenda is! Plus, Concentration Konrad is along with all of these, making it hard work! Can’t hear very well either. Humph!
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Such a bad day for me. Worst in a long time. Confused, even more forgetful. Back-Pain-Brenda, Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley, Little Inchie bleeding, as were indeed poor Harold’s Haemorrhoids and the teeth. Then as I was about to get my head down in the early hours of this morning (Saturday), one of the right lymphatic leg leakage gysers burst open! Anyway, I must at least try to keep to at least an imitation of the events’ chronological order. (Which it is already tp late to do, innit?) But the chances of that are best minimal –  in fact, I can guarantee they and the grammar will leave you as confused as I am! Tons of things have been missed off this record. Due to my impressively effective habit of losing things – like the notepad I wrote all my notes on… the hearing aids, which I got out to show Kara two days ago, and have not got the foggiest where I put them! Oh, and the new reading glasses have absconded as well. I’m not sure whether to blame Dementia Doreen or Cognitive Impairment Iris. Maybe the constant pain I’m in is sending me a smidge more doolally than it normally does?

Great colour in the nocturnal catheter night bag.

Ten hours later, with little in the way of memory, and realising the notebook had done a runner. Liberty-Global Virgin Media had gone down at least…

Back-Pain-Brenda had forced me to take extra forbidden by the District Nurse, painkillers. Then, poor Little Inchie started bleeding as I bent down to retrieve biscuit barrel, and hit my head on the edge of the cabinet. The left Cataract eye, felt like it had glass in it, and assisted Confusion Conrad in making this a terrible day for me.

Off to the Porcelain Throne…
This procedure was repeated five or six times over the day. With the same result! Zilch!

The toes remain in a two-tone shade.

Sorted the evening bags out.

I do recall Carer Chis coming n the last call of the day.
He cheered me up a smidgeon. I took his photo as he was preparing to give me the Maxitrol Eye Drops. Note how he keeps the light bulb covered as he puts them in for me?
Feeling a little perked up now, I took his Bloof Pressure etc. and put it in the NHS thingamajig. After the lad had gone, I inputted it, with excellent results coming back. Insisted he takes a drinkie & nibbles in thanks for his kindness.

Got the Wednesday blog finished at long last, and posted it of just before midnight. Realising as I did, that the potatoes on the crockpot had been cooking now for about 18 hours!
I went to investigate the condition of them… Haha! They were fine! Just right, but they had been in a low-heat setting.
I put the cheese & onion pasty in the microwave and went to attempt a wet room evacuation on the ? Porcelain Throne…
No, nothing moved. I might have my stomach blow up if I don’t get a clearout before long.

Got the meal served up, and washed the pots & pans. Nothing exciting I know, but I enjoyed it all the same. So tired out now, still with pains and aches, especially so with Back-Pain-Brenda and Little Inchies sufferings. Flavour-Rating: 7.6/10!

As I was just putting the dish and cutlery in the bowl of water to wash them… slipped and I nearly went over, clouted my knuckles on the corner of the sink, and at the same time felt wet dripping on my right foot. My immediate thought was that the retaining clip on the catheter must have opened… Then it dawned on me, the was now on my left leg?
Oh, ‘ecky thump!.
One of the Lymphorrhea Leslie water geysers had burst open, and the fluid coming out was spreading from between my toes, all over the kitchenette floor. That’s why the stick slipped I think? No panic, though! Oh, no… just the most humungous pissed-off session of my life! Which turned into a self-pitying bout of depression at my rotten, ever-worsening state of health medically and mentally.
I was so looking forward to getting some sleep after being up for so long and suffering a horrendous day… well, much more than 24 hours. Now, I struggle to find the tapes, bandages and pads, which I have never applied on my own before. I found the equipment quickly, as the flow of Lymph fluid dwindled to just a slow seeping-out stage.

Let’s face it, there couldn’t be much left in my body to come out after the imitation Niagra Falls event! Hehehe!  It felt like I was wading through water as I got into the other room with the assorted medical stuff.
Uncertain about how to go with applying the coverings, I pressed on and hoped for the best. (Hoped for the best? Me? Hehehe!) I seem to recall several worries at this stage. This is not unusual as Tom Jones sang. I’ve to clean the mess up in the kitchen yet. What if I can’t stop the flow?
I recognised now what the bits of white on the kitchen floor were; I think they were skin.
Dizzy Dennis & Back-Pain-Brenda visited me, due to my breaking my strict instructions for the Falls Lady Sarah. As KI had no choice but to bend down to reach the lesion. It felt okay, and I was sure the flow had stopped within minutes of putting on my Heath Robinson medications.
Then noticed a new bruise on my other leg. Due mayhap, to my banging it on the cabinet as I stopped myself tumbling?

The agony never stops for muggings here. By the time I’d cleaned up the kitchen floor and mess, I found myself apologising to Back-Pain-Brenda… as if that was going to stop her hurting? Tsk!.
Inchy’s Ode to Getting Old

A picture I’d taken and forgot to put on earlier,
Today has been worthy of a two-finger gesture!

The hurt, confusion, and mental conjecture,
I miss nattering, a good blathering or clishmaclaver,
Old age brings ills, lurgies and conjecture…
Fears, and worries, one can’t disencumber.
I used to ruminate, contemplate, consider,
My brain’s now an expert at ecdemomania,
I was considered a flibbertigibbeter,
I often wonder over life, whysoever?
Philosophy is hard when one’s not clever,
Although, I used to be a willing forgiver…
Oh, forgive me, I’m starting to yatter…
Although, does this really matter?
I’m also known as a prognosticator,
An empath, clairvoyant, or prophesier,
Closer to the grave, I’m more of a toeier,
Now the brains getting slower, foggier…
Just to think, I was a half-decent squash player,
Ageing, deciding, opting? No, I’m now a procrastinator…
With physical and mental pains… it’s a bugger!
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A FEW OLD ODES

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INCHY: Thursday 21st September 2023 – Not Well.

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I have a new disfigurement!.
In my Little Inchies department…
Lack of sleep equals somnolescent,
The constant pain made me rigescent..
Little Inchie is recrudescent…
I’m sorry to be a nuisance…
Blogging calls, but I’m recalcitrant,
 My body and mind going putrescent!
I fear I’m getting obmutescent…
Inchie can no longer be micturient,
I’d hoped the catheter would be impermanent,,
Inchie is wounded; the catheter is nocent!
Poor Little Inchie is marcescent…
Bloodied, hurting, almost mugient!
Inchie, piles, nose and teeth bleeding…
Limited time, but I did this odeing…
Concentrating is very demanding.
Cognitive Impairment Iris is debilitating,
I’m doing no more waiting…
Better start writing or typing…
It’s better than moaning and griping!
Not much, so I added some old cartooning…

Even resisted going on the balcony, mooning!

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Some photos first, though…

Very good colouring!
No stringy bit in it this morning.

Tried to get a photo of it close-up later. But not good.

The feet look the same. I took these when doing the ablutionings, which I started at 06:30hrs. Got a cut-less shaving session done, then the teeth cleaning, which was pretty bloody. Little Inchie bleeding, and Harold’s Haemorrhoids too. I was about to get in the shower, and the morning Carer, Victor arrived. He was alright with waiting a bit for me to get a quick shower.

I made eight mugs of Glengettie tea today.  But did not go over my allowance of two mugs… Six of them went cold!

Got some bikkies out to nibble. They are just not the same with no tea to dunk them in, are they?

Waste bins sorted.

Porcelain Throne…

Raining again…
Mudslide developing.
Wee-weeing well, without any input from of course!

Rain stopped!

Mystery photo of the day.
I have no idea what it was or remember taking it?

Rain Started again

Stopped & started again.

Sunset piccies

Flowing again.

After sunset? The rain stopped.,

CARTOON TIME!
Inchy!
Inchy Again…
Political…
Humankind?
Grrr!
Inchy yet again!

It’s not fair!.

Clivey & Inchie.

Covid Gag.

Royalty!

Evening All!

Inchy: Wed 20 Sept 2023-Being Got At Physically & Mentally

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Not a good day. Little Inchie is now bleeding from the usual Fungal Lesion, and sores it accrued from the chaffing of the Catheter tube for so many months. He is not pleased with, having been pulled to the right for 14 months by the set-up; and now being pulled to the left! Uncomfortable is the word. Also, the contraption being put on the left legs is confusing me. Hehe!  No idea why laughed then. It’s Thursday morning at 1025hrs, and I’ve only just got around to doing this blog!
Knowing now, how much worse things have gotten, my concentration, interest and previous love of, and willingness for blogging, have sank. This will have to be quick once I start. My hearing is as bad as ever; my vision, even with the new spectacles on, (I found them!), is not all that good. The computer and internet are giving constant worries…

Back-Pain-Brenda is giving me jip even if I think of bending,
Little Inchie joined Brenda, constantly hurting!
Frequent attacks from Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley,
Stubbed my ingrowing toenail… Wailing!
Another stinging from Little Inchie paining!..
But I’m not going to start complaining.
Cause this morning, Inchie’s agony is increasing!
Oh, the urine when pouch-releasing…
Looks like worms are in it, swimming,
There’s no guarantee, & I’m not pledging…
But I’m not going to start sulking,
At least the nurse didn’t mention amputating…
But I may consider running away or hibernating!.
Of course, I’m going wool-gathering,

My thoughts are jumbled & entangling…
Life is even less amusing, and invigorating.
Things physical & mental are inexplicably hurting!

I just hope my Doctors are reading!
Cause my inner thoughts need exhumating,
My sanity needs a rebirth facilitating,
And my wobbly-flabby body, recalibrating.

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Excellent colour… Shame about the bits in it. I assume they are bits of my Prostate that the Finasteride Tablets should have been destroying to make room for more content in the bladder. No one has told me whether to keep taking them or stop? Like with the Cataract operations, or rather after them? Same with the Blepharitis gel?

Do I need to keep on with the Finasteride, Dry Eye Spray or not? I’ve got another fortnight of the Maxitrol drops, I believe or not?

EyeDropsCarer Kara, bless her, phoned the Audio Centre for me, and booked an appointment with them for Monday 7th, October at Standard Hill Centre. I used to walk all the way there years ago, and then back to the flats in Sherwood. I can’t even get up Standard Hill nowadays!
This actually is the photo I took as I struggled up Standard Hill, over four years ago, to get to the clinic.
This time, Kara is going to book me a lift with Easy-Link. She’s so kind to me. If only I was 68 years younger… Hehehe!
As it looked then.

Where was I? Oh, yes, rushing; Another failed plan. Tsk! This is going to be a late-night job, cause I keep writing, talking, and thinking too much!

Earlyish morning photo of the view from the kitchenette window, not a good one. As usual lately. I recall what happened to me next… Whoopsiedangleploppery!  I had a Dizzy Dennis Spell as I was filling the kettle. It was nothing short of a miracle how I managed to stay on my feet. I did a mini pirouette and lunged at the corner of the draining board for stability. 
Back to the computer. Fancy that! So I did a wander around doing safety checks in the flat, taking the stick with me, naturally. I made a start with the hallway. The door was secure, and the heater and airer were turned off.
Then into the kitchen…
Whoopsiedangleploppery!
I’d left the hot water tap running yet again! Grr!. I do hate myself at times. Not all the time, just mostly when I’m awake! So, no hot water for a shave & shower again! .But it didn’t bother me.
Inchy May Have Been Fibbing Here!
At long last, I got back on to the internet.
Putting on the photos and.
blow me, one more Liberty-Global Cock-up!

So, I went to make a rare brew of tea again. Excellent parking once again in the bottom car park I thought.
Not that

I can’t really blame them, after seeing the rain warning come up on the TV & now working again for a little computer. Parking away from the mud Slide area is wise.
I made a brew of Glengettie tea and took it to the computer to slurp while blogging. If ever I get any done.
I’d just about got the photos checked and into the file. And guess what happened?

Yes, it’s most irritating, innit?

Carer Shaquille arrived. We had a natter, well, at least I did a lot of moaning about the catheter propers and ensuing pains, Liberty-Global, and hating myself for the Accifauxpas and Whoopsiedangleplops that without any doubt, Cognitive  Impairment Iris has had a hand in. Back-Pain-Brenda was giving some stick again, with the odd Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley session; I wouldn’t be surprised in the least if my right arm falls out of its socket! Hehehe!

Another let-down from the Liberty-Global Virgin Media oligarchical, money-seeking, number-crunching, dubious, slithery-sidestepping, money-jugglers, financial-escamotage, illusionists, dubious, hocus-pocus driven, mumbo-jumbo, grubstaking speculators, plutocrats, securities-brokers, stinking-rich, multi-core, fact-distorting, tycoonocratic, nabob-led Liberty-Global. Who own or have invested in dozens of European internet-mobile companies in the last few years.

They paid $24 billion in cash and stock, to buy out Virgin Media. The acquisition was noted by The New York Times as one of the 10 largest cable deals of all time. It was reported that this acquisition would make Liberty Global the largest broadband company in the world. But, they cannot get a signal that’s worth anything to Sherwood, in Nottingham.
Their CEO, Mike Fries, estimated Net Worth of Fries is at least $192 Million dollars, as of 1st May 2023. Mr. Fries owns over 216,802 units of Liberty- Global
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A Liberty Global Proxy Statement reveals that Fries earned a total of $63m (£50m/€59m) in the year to 31 December 2021 (FY21), boosted by $41.7m in option awards. He earned less in FY20 when he received a total compensation of only $48m.
And still can’t get a reliable connection or service to Sherwood in Nottingham!

And if you think this was being written out of pure frustration, jealousy, resentment, covetousness, enviousness, and or a colossal hatred… You’re Right!

Carer Denise, who shredded the extra-strong matures Leicester Cheese for me, got her strawberries in thanks later.

I felt a smidge guilty when I checked to see how many things I had achieved on Falls Team Sarah’s to-do list.

The Iceland Order Arrived.

The kind delivery driver carried the carrier bags through and dropped them on the kitchenette for me to sort through and get put away. Which I did, after getting Kodak Tim, to record my efforts and order.
The bananas were kindly put at the bottom of a bag, with jars, cans and some bottles of Soda Water on top of them. Two hard been burst open. Still, they sent some Paracetamols. My favourite soft Milk Roll bread – slightly misshaped as that was squashed for me as well. Some red potatoes, too. No fish-fish sticks, bread twists with cheese, not a lot. Low-calorie lemon bars to onto the thank you treats stand. Strawberry mousse, and some delightful biscuits.
Bananas less the leaking ones. Three Strawberry punnets; for Kara, Josie and Denise. No more food orders this week. But… no, no more!

I caught the rain in these the first of the evening shots, taken through the kitchen window.

The next two, to the right then left; I thought had strange huje to them.
But the beauty of Mother Nature still shone through to me.
To the wet room and WC.
Ah, that went better!
The teatime caller arrived, and we had a minute it two of socialisationing. I forgot MedPhorpainto ask him to put some Phorpaingel on my back… again!.
The rain had stopped for the sun setting. Lovely!

WHOOPISEDANGLEPLOP!

Positively a much better style of evacuation this time. But I did have a bother with Little Inchy; the inner and outer lesions were bleeding at the same time. I coated him with some of the Sudocrem. It’s no good for calming down the pain at all. But I can’t use Germolene on such a… well, delicate area, Haha!
Little Inchy is getting even more painful now that I’m getting tired.

The sun has disappeared now.
But leaving another beautiful

view as his last drops of light fade away.

I started the process of preparing the anticipated feast of the week.
The spuds were in the oven, and UI set about trying to get some blogging done. But no!

So I gave up, and the whole farcicalness was about to start again, but worse on Thursday!
I was up nearly all night catching up on this blog! Grumph!
Thanks to Denise, I could use the Leicester extra strong cheese. Got the baked potatoes, scraped out the flesh and mixed it as best I could in the basin, with sea salt, and no-butter butter. Garden peas, and no-meat sausages. A banana and a lemon dessert. Smashing!
Flavour Rating: 9.3/10. Lip Smackingly Good!
I found this photo of the missing Audio Clinic Record Book.
And spent hours having a good rummage around for it – but all to no avail.
I’m so tired, in pain, deaf, can’t see properly, and can’t even voluntarily pee! All part of my luck, getting old & senile….
Now, where did I leave the CBD?

Inchy: Tue 19 Sept 2023 Wee-weeing was Agony. Catheter back on! Tsk!

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Carer Marie was with me when the nurse arrived to check with the scanner on my bladder. The nurse read the wee-weeing facts log…
She was not impressed
So, although the pain of having the whole contraption and shebang replaced, was (as I expected) bloody painful… I knew that the worse agony of passing water, would not have to be suffered, at least for a while again. But was disappointed in the failure of the Finasteride and catheter to solve anything after over a year of Little Inchie going through a beating & bleeding, the valve leaks soaking the slippers, the burst pouches, and the miserable struggle to get my protection pants and trousers on without pain & problems would continue unabated. I forgot to ask if I should continue with the four-week course of Finasteride, which turned out, to date, to be a six-month one. I must find out.
Loads of bits came out when I first started peeing again. I assume they were bits of the prostate that the Finasteride had mashed?
I had about 20 hours of peeing, and each of the 188 attempts, was more painful than a few years ago when I was told I had Interstitial Cystitis. I thought that was bad, not this was more agonising!
It wore me out, that and the lack of sleep.
A permanent Catheter seemed like the next option. But, no!
The nurse said they’d probably try the whole shebang again!
Feeling sorry for missen here, Sorry!.
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Early morning view, 03:10hrs.

Sorted out the water bins and bags. A lot of stuff from the Catheter Contraption replacement.

Ablutions and Porcelain Throne activities.

During the course of the day, I had to change PPs eight times.
Little Inchie had taken a battering and leaking, (when the catheter was out), causing this most times. Also, problems getting them on, cost me two pairs as they tore on the picker-upperer; my balance was not good.
Still no word from anyone who can help me with ordering some Samaritan Olive Oil and slippers from Amazon. I can’t order them, cause the last three orders I have had from them were all left on the ground floor lobby. Fetching them up did me no good at all. I’d like to pay anyone who can order them to their home for me, and let me have them. Struggling here!

Carer Marie was with me when the District Nurse arrived for the bladder scanning. It showed a lot of urine still inside. So, after taking out the , I weed painfully to my heart’s content, and then the nurse did another scan. It showed even more content within!
That was that then – A new Catheter set-up was fitted into poor sore Little Inchie!
On the left leg this time. That’ll be fun at night, me going to the wrong leg to empty things. Hahaha!

I did a bit of tidying up, in the front room, but not much!
Went into the kitchen to do some… but no.
Carer Kara arrived and kicked off, and it was like pressing a switch; I was suddenly drained and feeling so wearily tired.
I decided to get an early meal, and just sit down, in hopes of getting some crucially needed sleep.
Potatoes, peas, onions, beetroot & no-fish-fish sticks.
I think I enjoyed it. Possibly an 8/10 rating.

Sweet Morpheus soon arrived, within a minute of my putting the tray on the carers table… Zzz! Great!

Two hours later, I was woken up by arriving. Not that I can recall much about the visit; I was still half-asleep. I do remember his taking the tray into the kitchen for me, bless him. Evening medications, eye drops I can’t recall, but they would have been done by Benjamin. Within seconds of his departure, I’d drifted off into slumber again!

A couple of more hours, and came for his last visit of the day. I was awake this time. And feeling a little perkier and more aware. I took his BP, fine again.

I asked Ben to run some Phorpain gel into my back for me.

Here are the updated Carer BP checks list;

Cleared the things left by the nurse, and bagged them up.

Got back on the computer, then went to get some more Soda Water to drink. Taking these night shots.
To the right…
Ahead…
To the left, a bit darker there.
The down at the end car park.
The mudslide was drying out quickly.

Got started work on this blog for a few hours. It was constantly mistake-ridden work. For some reason, I still felt so tired and was stinging awful

Do you know, I’ve only had one mug of tea for over a week now? I can’t understand why?

Ah, well, I’ll try to get my head down again then…

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Inchy: Mon 18 Sept 2023 Struggling to painfully wee!

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The many much-anticipated medicalists did not arrive!
And just as well too! Just the District Nurse, Rebecca.
She soon whipped out catheter paraphernalia. Gave me the instructions and what would happen… it didn’t as it happens.
She was to return later, in the afternoon, she said, with the scanner to see if the bladder was emptying or not. Asked me to record each wee-wee, how much liquid I took in, and measure the urine released. As an afterthought, she said it might be tomorrow when they come. I assume it will be, as it is now 18:25hrs at this moment.
I expect they will want me to keep on overnight recording and measuring each & every leak I take?

This is the log up until now, its just been updated. Hope I wake up when a trickle starts to painfully come?
Tomorrow looks like it is going to be even busier. Today would have been easier, but having to keep peeing, measuring and recording, especially with my wee-weeing in a little painful, and everyone, squirts. About 6 times an hour on average. Been a long day, and will be a long night. Wonder if the nurse will arrive early tomorrow? Hope so. I’ve not got much else done, today; my plans were destroyed.

Nocturnal Pouch.

Close to the window shot of the rain.
Upper window shot.

Ablutions & Throne visited.
Washed the cap.
Feet okay.
Spuds to nibble from last night.
Rain back middayish.
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Nurse Rebecca arrived.

The rain returned.
Stayed for a few hours…
Nice views even if I did get wet taking them.
Almost constant wee-weeing, well, painful dribbles.Pareidoliaing view.
See him now? Hehe!
Mystery Photo of the day?
Mud Side that slid.

19:00hrs. Tired and peeing so often, but so little.

Packing up now; make some roast spuds and keep the notepad & pen, along with the measuring jug to record any Little Inchie leaks.

A simple nosh. After taking this photo, I remembered to get some of Jenny’s yellow & red tomatoes added.
Very nice.

Painfully peeing, a little at a time!

Cheers!