– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – 0630hrs: I removed the nocturnal Catheter pouch and bounded out of my bed… Well, to be more accurate, painfully slowly got my legs on the floor and did my balance exercises. This indicated care was needed in standing and hobbling about this morning. To err on the safe side, I sat down on the bed and gave it about 10 minutes before trying again. Much better. I picked up the night bag and changed plans as the innards indicated an urgent need, which was virtually on the way, to use the services of the Porcelain Throne. I made it in time, but only just. As I bent to connect my bottom to the plastic lid, the orange-coloured torrent began flowing. Messy again. I used that much toilet roll, the bum was sore as Hell by the time I’d cleaned things up. And the Anusol ointment tube was almost empty after use. A quick wash, teggies, olive-oiled the earholes, and hobbled off to make a brew of Glengettie tea. – Took a shot from the kitchenette window. I dropped the milk getting it out of the fridge, a carton, so at least I didn’t have glass to clean up again. Splashes of its spurting milk, I reckon, were found on every wall, counter, and cabinet. Not to mention my dressing gown, legs, slippers and the floor. I now have a rather full laundry bag, after changing clothes and cleaning up. Noticing that I’d missed some milk between the cooker and the cabinet, I got a paper towel in and bent down a little to reach the stray milk… I hit my lip on the corner of the cabinet top. Thus, started, and a cut lip.
So, nothing unusual was happening here, yet. I took a snap of the end of the car park from the balcony. However, I feel I’d taken this earlier and already posted it? Hum?
A new Carer, Rashid, arrived. Helped with foot medicating and cleaning. Offered to make breakfast and a cuppa, but I’d had a cuppa and would not eat breakfast. Though I may have some bikkie dunking in Glengettie or Co-op 99 tea sessions. I tried to get Rashid to call the Falls Team for me, but it toook a while. I thanked them for coming and agreed to their chosen day and time. Asked him to arrange for some more Anusol.
Two Nurses came in. They were going to remove the old and put in a new Catheter contraption for me. See silly Ode. We had a laugh and a natter as they did it. It didn’t take them long this time. They walloped me on the bed and set about me. (Nice!) They got the tube back on the first try. Nice ladies.
A very interesting few lines on the memory pad here. As best I can read or guess my own handwriting & version of shorthand. Email frugle dank jen away. Purt cal on LL. Cado ord made. Must ring HRP. Nost. 1620 Ejaz bak, in trup cold happy.
Ejaz arrived as I was taking these two snaps of the late-day skies from the kitchen windows. Medications issued, Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley and Back-Pain-Breanda were both Phorpain-gelled. Before leaving, Ejaz helped me get the nosh prepared, and as he went, the lad reminded me not to leave the stove on or the tap running. The chips were slightly undercooked, and the chicken sausages were soft and served with garden peas. This appeased a little. Then, as I left the things in the sink to soak overnight, I took a quick point-and-snap of the offer view. It was not until Tuesday that I got around to dealing with this blog, and I realised how it had come out… Artistic? I swear there were no greens, light blues or yellows when I took the shot. Admittedly, I did it quickly without lining up as I usually would. I don’t think the moon was out either; then again, the moon doesn’t shine like that, does it? Ah, I see repetitive sorts of lighting shapes. By Jiminne, I think I’ve worked it out, and who to thank for the artisticness . Or, with a possibility of playing a part. But the last two come under the umbrella and lack of control of so I needn’t have said all that.
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– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – Overall, a better day… but I’m not getting Smug, for I now know…
What will happen to me on Monday… Much loss of blood, via three separate Accifauxs. Yes, back to usual tomorrow!
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– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – OVERNIGHT Zzz Mark 1
I flaked out almost instantly. No seizures, Arthur Itis, no Shaking-Neck-Nigel or Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley disturbed my marathon sleep-in, or woke me up.
Well, it was that way for about 9 hours of unknown bliss. Until Carer Ejaz arrived. I heard him sounding the intercom, but just could not get up to admit him. He appeared next to me a few minutes later, declaring that I looked awful. He tended to my needs while I stayed reposed, bless him. Can’t recall much else.
Other than that, I think I fell back into the land of nod within seconds of him leaving.
Zzzz Mark Two
Another kip without interruption. For about 5 hours, making the current total 14 hours!
Until Carer Mizra arrived, got me out of my slumber, and started changing the day Catheter bag; a new one was put on the other leg. Painful.
When Mizra departed, I got back down again.
Zzzz Mark Three After taking these two, I drifted off to sleep for four hours. Total amassed overnight and this morning, making a total of 18 hours in the Land-of-Nod.
Afternoon rain
A SOFT MEAL The smoked sausages proved too
much for .
But the cheesy baked potatoes
were lovely, and eatable.
I took two photographs of the pretty-looking night sky. Then doctored them into one on CorelDraw. Pleased for once with the result.
A few mild depressions here and there, and semi-highs with the meal and the photograph doctoring.
Pleased to get all that sleep in, but sad it’s getting me even further behind on the things not done.
Before getting my head down after washing the meal things, I gave each of the broken, cracked, chipped, loose and painful teggies a squirt of the toothache spray. Then I had a thought. I do this now and then. Was it the toothache spray that was making me so tired and incapable of getting up? And not as I had assumed, the new Ezetimibe tablets? Mmm?
Inchie gets so easily confused,
Nae, mayhap, maybe bemused? With incapabilities he is afflicted, His sanity can’t be authenticated,
He’s given up trying to get adopted,
His rotting teeth get him awhaped, Too old to get body & mind annealed, He once played the jigger-jigger field, Now no longer attempted, As he waits to get aureoled…
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Lack of Concentration. I could not for the life of me stay asleep last night, and I felt I was in overdrive. The mind, that is, not the body. Ejaz of this weekend. The lad is off for a couple of days, visiting Wales, Swansea, I think he said. So, I’d got used to him taking care of things and reminding me. (Changing socks, washing feet and teeth) But they didn’t get done today. But Carer Mizra did them on Friday. Then calamity, Whoopsiedangleplop, Accifauxpas! I did it again, I deleted the wrong file of Ode Wordes to use… after spending 5 hours collating them. I was so angry with myself that I stayed up all night to redo them. 03:50hrs as I type this. I’m not getting sleepy either… yet. I reckon it is something to do with the Ezetimibe tablets. Unnatural.
Shaking-Shoulder-Shirley has been on and off all the time and hurts a lot more than usual.
I’m alsp amazed that the eyes are letting me use the computer after so long being up and concentrating. I think I may drain instantly at any time now. The eyelids have just started drooping.
I’ll try to rush the rest of the blog so I can get my head down ASAP. Funny that, no, that’s not the word… I knew what I was going to write, but a massive yawn developed that hurt my shoulder like heck. I took a paonkiller and got back on the computer, but had forgotten the word I was going to use. Then went to check that I hadn’t left the kitchen lights on, and discovered… do I need to say it? The hotwater tap had run cold. My self-anger is increasing. – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – I thought I could see some bits of whatever in the night urine pouch when I took it off. But I wasn’t sure with the catatracted eye.
Changed the calendar clock and off to the wetroom for a shave, teeth and Poo-Poo. Got it all done well before the Carer arrived, and sorted the waste bags into one big one.
Decided to try and tidy up and clean the kitchen a little. What a mess I made of it, well, a painful mess.
I got the things to move away on the draining board, Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley kicked off, and I knocked a load of stuff off the counter. Picked up the utensils and plates, and ruddy-well dropped the walking stick, knocking flannels, cleaning tackle, and food wrappers onto the floor. I swore furiously, scolded myself for bending down, how stupid can I get? So don’t answer that, please.
Carer Mizra arrived. The lad was in a rush, cause he’d got Ejaz’s calls to do as well. (I assume) Nice lad. Emptied the day bag, medications given and Phorpain-gelled the shoulder and lower back for me.
Then after three or four hours of catching up on the word list… Argh! I did it again: deleted the new 54Kb file after renaming it, and got it wrong! I’d deleted the new one. In fact, & !
A different caller did the midday call. Nice gal, I did ask her her name, and even said I’d likely forget it, and I did. Tsk!
I decided, partly to make myself pay for destroying all that work, & out of frustration, to get it done yet again.
05:30hrs now. Had to give up to get this blog started.
The one mug of tea I did drink. U probably made about eight over the day, but concentrating on the word list, they all, bar the first one, went cold.
Mizra did the teatime call. Poor ;ad had to rush again. Fair enough, I understand, he’s got it all on.
I sliced some potatoes, covered with Leicester Cheese, and tiijk this as I put them in the oven. ,
This was after I took them out.
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – This is a reminder of what happened last week, when I had my tumble and cleaned up my face… Forgetting that they were in the oven. I still ate
them all, but boy, it did my teeth & gums no good. Agony! Hehehe!
, Late Carer call. Now you can see the foreign-looking, whatever it is, in the pouch more clearly. Not good or what?
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – 06:50hrs: I’ve lain here for around an hour or so, with many attempts to fall asleep; this time, I heroically forced myself to respond, and leapt out of the bed. Well, that might not be entirely accurate… As I struggled to get the night pouch freed from the catheter, the mulching, gurgling and movement from within the innards had me grabbing the stick and hobbling to the wet room as fast as I could manage, with the four-foot night bag’s tube on the catheter trailing behind me. I think I was on time to make it in time… but, the dang tube got stuck on something, Little Inchy was tugged at, and the blood flowed, as I continued on my way into the room, catching the tune a second time on the trolley wheel, as I sat down. But not quick enough! ARRGH! I don’t need to go into detail to tell you what happened. By the time I’d cleaned up the mess and medicated Little Inchy, it was nearly 07:30hrs when I left the wetroom. The air spray was overgenerously used in the hallway and main room. Why? The two follow-throughs that may well have caught me out again certainly left a, well, what can I call it? An aroma? Stink? The stomach felt and looked still bloated. Undoubtedly, more evacuations are in the offing.
Carer Ejaz arrived, just in time after I’d refreshed the place, smellwise. He did a great job, medications, body-check and some hoovering for me. He’s a good lad. I’d be lost without Ejaz.
A Bit of a worry here. Yesterday or last night, I took three photos of the kitchen views. And only one got onto the SD card? The mysteries of Woodthorpe Court, with the hobgoblins, spectres, gnomai, phantasms, grotesque succubae, Whoopsiedangleplops, ailments, extraterrestrials, ectoplasms, spirits, Accifauxpas, rent increases, food price hikes, and the Fata Morganas, that have been sent to taunt, irritate and terminate my already limited saneness of mind, come several times a day when you get older. Believe me!
Working on the computer, I was lucky enough to find that Amazon sells Glengettie tea last night. I’d run out months ago and missed its satisfyingly strong flavour. So, (I thought), I ordered two boxes of 80 tea bags, and they will be delivered today. An email came through to tell me it had been delivered. I imagined the driver would have left it outside the door… (Ha!) No, it wasn’t there. I rechecked the email and found they had left it in the ground-floor foyer. I prepared myself and got down, hoping no one had nicked it before I arrived. It was there, along with a package for another flat. I checked the address and found it was for Jenny’s neighbour, flat 78, I think. Then it dawned on me how big the box was for two packs of 80 Glengettie tea bags. I soon discovered that it held… ready for this, 12×2 60 Glengettie teabags! I don’t think I’ll live long enough to drink them! Hahaha!
Up in the lift, and got off on the eighth floor and placed the packet near the gentleman’s door, and knocked on it. Then to the lift and up to my floor, as I was getting out of the lift, I realised I’d left my teabags on the eighth floor, back down, back up, and into the flat.
Now to make a mug of deliciously strong, gutsy Glengettie tea. I made it, drank it, and enjoyed it so much! I put in too much milk, so I made another mug.
Got the kettle back on, tea bag in the mug, and the rumbling started… Off to the wetroom for visit number two. Again, it was who was in command. Also, there were two more follow-throughs to follow. You wouldn’t believe how many toilet rolls I’ve got through already. Had a wash up, and back to the computer.
It was slow going. Glaucoma-Gladys and Cataract Katie were making things difficult, and progress was slow. They don’t usually, or haven’t been bad until teatime each day, for weeks. I imagine they’ll get slowly worse until the lasering is done. Gawd, I’m making so many mistakes. Ejaz is due soon. I’ll make another mug of Glengettie… oh, no I won’t… Yee Gods of Satan, where the heck is it all coming from? I think things looked a little different. As if some straw had been added, and as for the pong… Whoa! Another marathon cleaning up and freshening session, the follow-up burst of phoo! Another marathon session of cleaning and freshening. No wonder the back and knee are playing up with all this bending. Still, I feel some good luck is on its way to me. That was a total lie, sorry about that, I was just trying to cheer missen up. Haha!
Not a sign of him yet today.
Made a better mug of Glengettie again, I must stop drinking tea and get back to the spring and soda water after this one.
Then, as I was taking the mug to wash it, I knocked the hearing aids off of the counter. I used the long picker-upperer to retrieve the box and one of the hearing aids, but I couldn’t find the other one. No. At least not for twenty minutes of so. I thought it may have landed in the waste bin, took everything out, carefully, but cut my finger on whatever it was in there. Then, I got the torch wound up to boost the light and searched underneath the 1960-built, falling-apart Hopewell’s E-Plan Sideboard, with the doors falling off. No luck. The cubby-holles with missing doors were searched, without any luck.
I found it in plain sight,
Ejaz did the last call. He’s got a cough. I recommended honey. He gave me the Ezetemide, Phorpained the right shoulder, and graded the pouch urine as a 4.5.
I think this is generous to High-Mode-Horis.
He didn’t show up until after I’d had a drink and was getting into bed. Those few precious minutes were heavenly, defying.
When I woke up to respond to yet another call to the Throne, returned and tormented as he had all day.
Then joined in.
Did I say I’d rang Jenny? I’ll check… Nope, I will.
I rang to see if she wanted any Glengettie teabags.
She asked if I’d made the list of things, as a reminder of what to tell the Social Lady on Monday. I mentioned the clothes in the other room that Carer Joe had bagged up to take to a Charity shop, along with some new stuff that no longer fits my gargantuan torso. But he left ICC before he could. She said Frank would call tomorrow to collect a bag of clothes & take it to the charity Shop. Bless them.🤎
For the fourth time, at least I think it was, I visited the . This time, things were slightly improved. Firstly, I got there easily on time. Less evacuated product, and it’s much easier to clean things up. I Germoloided the rear end again, had a rinse, hobbled into junk room two, and got several rolls of toilet paper to stack on the floor cabinets in the wet room. Some were recycled. There’s a thought!
A different dinner was dined on tonight. Opened a can of beef curry, added water chestnuts and a can of garden peas, cut up some oven-baked potatoes, and added them. Covered with Chinese sauce and marinated for about 35 minutes while the potatoes were baking. Then all in the bowl, and into the microwave for 6 minutes. Nice!
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – Despite the broken night with the Porcelain Throne visit, photographing the green sky, and then the dream, when I woke up at 03:50hrs, feeling so tired, I was up on my feet, unsteadily, mind you, but on them with Willy the Wooden Walking stick in hand, and off for yet another visit to the Porcelain Throne! Once again, I only made it with a few seconds to go before the most lengthy, almost liquid evacuation started… on and on it went. I’ve often spent less time on the seat when Constipation Konrad was in charge! As for cleaning up after… I’ll not say. But it took me ages. By the time I’d got into the kitchen, it was well gone 05:00hrs. Made a brew of 99 tea.
I got the computer on, and was updating yesterday’s blog, and I fell asleep in the chair!
The intercom sounded, and I struggled to reach it in time, half-dozing. (Nothing new in that). I unlocked the door and went into the kitchen with the cold mug of tea… I’d left the hot water faucet/tap running. Another day without a wash and shave! Unberottenlievable!
Carer Ejaz issued the medications, and we commiserated over yesteryears and the previous two Wednesdays’ total failure to get through for satisfaction or even recognition from the Audio Centre, Virgin ‘Scabby’ Media, and British ‘bloody’ Gas. At the 0300 telephone rates, plus a connection fee, Ejaz reckoned it had cost me around £23 to call Virgin ignorant Media & British Gas Oligarchs, only to be pissed about, overcharged, and the problems continue. I think they must have shares in the telephone companies? Liberty Global certainly do. They paid… wait for it… “24 billion dollars to buy Virgin Media from Branson. Since then, they either have shares in, or have bought out Vodafone, EE, BT, Virgin Media, O2 (UK), VodafoneZiggo, Virgin Media Ireland, (Netherlands), Three (UK), Vodafone, Telenet (Belgium), Three Ireland, Sunrise Switzerland, AtlasEdg, ITV, EE (UK), Tesco Mobile, SMARTY, Lebara, and Talkmobile Tele-Communications Inc., and Gigg-Gaff.
And they charge you a leaving fee, and suggest you try one of the other companies they own or have shares in. How the Hell can they lose? Oligarchs! It’s the poor bloody customers who suffer, healthwise, emotionally and financially. No wonder their CEO was earning around £62 million in total compensation (boosted by options) after earning only $45 million in 2024, down from a high of over $123 million.
Should I send him a food parcel?
I got carried away there… 🎵Jealousy, all over my Jealousy…🎵
Hehehe!
Misty was out there when it got lighter. It turned to fog for a while in the afternoon, then back into a hazy light mist. With odd sprinklings of rain. now and then. Oh, some colour showing up in this one. Ah, yes, it’s a brick gable end on one of the houses that hasn’t been painted white like the others around it.
Then came a welcome but nerve-racking telephone call from the Social Services lady. I started stuttering while talking to her, and I mentioned things she might not be interested in. What a plonker. The bits I may have remembered rightly, I might have said, were about the bank account, no cleaning done, and the state of the flat… adding swiftly that the Carers are in no way to blame for this. Because we have so many things I need help with, Virgin, British Gas, audio clinic, and I may have mentioned the seizures. I do not know if the lady needed to know these things for sure.
But I waffled on. I know for sure (as sure as I can be) that I mentioned, erm… forgot what I was going to write now. I didn’t catch her name, cause we still haven’t been able to get an appointment at the Audio Clinic to get the hearing aids mended despite Ejaz and my efforts to get through. I didn’t catch her name. She wanted to arrange a meeting; I asked her if it was possible on Wednesday and explained that a Carer who knows my problems would be advantageous in case I get anything wrong or mixed up. She will ring back later. I waffled a bit, I think.
Care Mizra arrived, and issued painkillers, and Phorpain gelled the right shoulder. Then I had what I can only call a funny turn; I’ll explain… ensured that I dropped the medication tub. Has Mizra not been turning the other way he would have stopped mt bnending, it after so many years, it came automatically to me to bend down to pick them up – A mistake, as I found out. My back sort of stiffened; I lost my balance and went a smidge dizzy, off-balance, but couldn’t get upright, and Mizra hauled me back up. It’s that, when on my own, I’d have had to press the alert alarm for help. Saved the day for me again, there. Once back on my feet properly with
In my hand, I was fine within two minutes.
This strengthened my commitment to stop bending down, if only I could get it to stay my head.
The landline chirped. It was from the Social Care Lady calling back. She is coming on Monday at 10:30hrs. She had contacted the ICC Carers, and they will send someone to be present. I’d hoped for Carer Ejaz or Mizra, they have been present when I had a seizure, and are aware of my problems to a degree. And it would be a good option. But they (the ICC) have been kind enough to find someone to attend.
I reminded Ejaz tonight that we must make up a list of all my difficulties and problems. I could put them on the computer, but I think it’s best if she can take the written list to assess in her own time. I will store them in the computer for my own record, though.
I think I may have sorted part of one of my worries. Ordering and forgetting, I have, and making another food order. Late afternoon, and I drifted of into a semi-seizure. These are the rare ones where I keep doing things while out-of-it. Although this does sound impossible. I came back from the mist, and the acidity upflux told me I’d had a seizure, no question about that. Or, is there? I found I was in the middle of making an Iceland Foods order when I already had one ordered for Saturday. I cancelled it. I hope. I checked later, and Iceland said You have items ordered, do you want to keep them, or something like that, I opted not to. Again, I hope I did. Please don’t let it happen yet again!Please!.
The new yellow-keyed keyboard is still taking getting used to, with the Enter key being a different shape, and mishaps are frequent. But the keys are so much easier for me to read. Even late in the day… but of course, as the old man gets tired, the hash key and brackets ones are much overused in error.
Getting dark now, so I tried to concentrate on my blogging. Belatedly again.
I pressed on, probably making unknown key errors. Tsk!
Carer Ejaz arrived. I explained that the list needs to be made for the Social lady before Monday. Hoping he will remember, even if I go into blank mode courtesy of . Medications were issued, and I explained that ICC were sending someone to the Social Lady’s visit on Monday.
One more ten-minute visit to come. When the Ezetibide tablet is taken with any painkillers needed, or Phorpain gel is called for.
Ejaz came on the last call. Quick in and out, new tablet given, Phorpain gelled the painful right shoulder.
Problem with the camera, well, fancy me getting a problem. Hahaha! I took three photographs of the night sky with my Kodak-Tim-2 camera. But only this one ended up on the SD card. Just another of the mysteries of Woodthorpe Court’s hobgoblins, spectres, gnomai, phantasms, grotesque succubae, ectoplasms, Whoopsiedangleploppery, extraterrestrials, spirits, Accifauxpas, rent increases, Cataracts, breaking down hearing aids, leaking catheter bag taps, food price hikes, Fata Morganas, Doreen Dementia, Peripheral Neuropathy Pete, Lymphorea Leslie, Arthur Itis, Colin Cramps, Memory-Mangling-Malcolm, agony from Shaking-Shoulder-Shirley, dying photo-taking skills and camera, and an increasingly worsening state of Mental-Health! Oh, and the fractured knee… and of course, today’s agony from Carole’s-Catheter-Contraption, and Haemorrhoid Harold.
Just thought I’d mention it, like.
A double-up meal tonight! My much-loved tasty faggots in onion gravy, with some extra gravy thrown in to dip the bread in. It was actually two ready-made meals to start with. So, as well as the extra mash and gravy, I had four faggots! But there is a sad side to this. Sob! Parsley Box, where I buy them, has stopped making them. How did they decide on that? To make room for more expensive products? Come think of it, these are not cheap for what they are. But still cheaper than the other home food suppliers that the opposition offers. But no Faggots & Mash now! Anywhere! That’s my business, they’ve lost! Humph!
The Ode tells the tale of why there is so little written on the blog today. British Gas cost me pounds and pounds in telephone charges.
I believe the oligarchs do this, putting you through to the line going dead, no direct answers, and more things to do than before you called them. Now they want a photograph of the electricity meter, and a list of the problems emailed to them.
Then they told us it is not their responsibility, and we had to ring another company. They said they are sick of British Gas passing these problems on; it has nothing to do with them! Farcical!
Then we had to ring British Gas again, not only a vast 87p a minute call again, but each time we call, they add a connection charge!
No cleaning done again; spent all the time telephoning BG and Audio Clinic to get an appointment, and the AI told us we had to call on Monday.
The Doctors to confirm the appointment, and to make it interesting, my right hearing aid stopped working! Fed-up? Me? YES!
Sorry, not much humour about today.
Ejaz called the nurse for help with the leg wound, which was bandaged, and will call next Wednesday to check it out. Knocked of the scab on my hand would… a bit of humour actually hear; how did it flow in two directions at the same time? Not that it mattered, it soon stopped.
Cheerio from a
well pee’d off,
frustrated, old,
going bankrupt,
one-eyed, deaf,
mega-depressed,
seizure-ridden,
arthritic, bleeding,
catheter-wearing,
duodenal-ulcered,
Peripheral Neuropathy,
Pre-Morbid Cognitive
Impairment, piles,
fractured left knee,
near-suicidal, cataract,
haemorrhoids-piles,
hydrocephalus, and toothache, painful cartilages, suffering octogenarian, Inchie! Who wishes you all a great day, Contentment, peace, & good luck!
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I started the morning’s recount of my exciting, captivating escapades… well, that may be a slight overstatement. Cocked things up again. So, to stand a chance of catching up, this will be relatively short of details. I blame my overworking thoughts on the chance of a move into a home, or getting sufficient Carer help to let me stay and die here. Either way, it may be a while until anything is sorted. It must be a challenging, time-consuming job for the social workers to arrange. If they decide I can have extra Care hours and stay here in my home, great! If they can find somewhere in a residential home, Great!
= = = = = = = = = = = = = = = A blue view.
I lost hours when I dropped a bottle of soda water.
Being me, as I am, I got a cleaner spray to use to prevent the floor from getting sticky… dropped the spray. Got annopyed, as you would, and I do & did. I unthinkingly bent down with some paper towels, and annoyed that much, I had to ask the Carer to apply the Phorpaion Gel on my back on every visit, and took an extra Codeine, well, two!
A change in the view.
On the computer at long last. The new keyboard, although cheap, really helps when tiredness and Cataract-Katie set in as it gets late in the day, with its yellow keys. But the rearranged, resized, and differently shaped centre Enter button gets me so annoyed when I keep hitting the wrong one. Humph! Still, I’ve been getting things wrong in everyday life lately. Double-Humph!
Kitchen view.
Sunset.
A terrible photo, mayhap
one of my worst ever
meal pictures.
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Two of these today.
Both just in time!
=========================== All the best of luck,
As the World begins to suck,
Each politician turns into a crook,
Aggressive, naturally, such….
Putting the World into self-destruct,
Thus, less to worry over midduck! ===========================
🌺 TTFNski, Folks 🌺
Up at 0700hrs. A blue coloured foggy morning. Straight ahead. To the left. To the right.
Computer tea, calendar clock set. The blood on the tissue was from the cracked lips. Nowt to fret about. I put lip balm on, stopped it.
Balcony shots through the window later. Front car park.
, , and being the main contributors, pain & botherwise. I lost count of the things I dropped, knocked over, or lost this morning. and onto the list. Oh, and started leaking a little later on. Walking sticks at least a dozen times. Eye drops, Ear drops, razor (twice), toothbrush, tea mug, teatowel, scrubbing brush, milk bottle, teabag caddie; there were many more, but these came to mind easily enough. Also, I had two can’t-let-go-of-it episodes. The first one was the kettle, which took a lot of time to be convinced to release it, then, after I’d freed the mug , it had a go at me in the same hand. For the first time ever, Pete refused to release my , and cameback as I was trying to force the fingers to open. Fortunately, Carer Ejz came in at that moment. He could not believe how hard it was to prise his fingers apart. Then later on, while checking the potatoes in the oven, I burnt my right knuckle as joined in.
Also, an old ailment that I thought had cured itself and had not visited for about 3 months returned ! She surprised me and made me jump, as the current shot up my right leg into the groin area. Still, I had missed her. Haha! She did it again last night, twice, and as I write this on Tuesday at noon, she just gave me another. Still, looking on the bright side, it is much improved.
I got an email from Jenny, and I answered it, thanking her. But at this moment I question if I did or not… Tsk! I’ll have a check now. Yep, I did it. Jenny sent me an email. She’s got a cold coming on. I hope it doesn’t turn out badly for her. Jenny & Frank are in the photo. 🌺
A blue-topped message popped up from Bang & Olufsen, asking if I wanted to make changes to my hard drive. Should I?
I went to get the spuds out of the oven and noticed the mist had turned to fog. I opened the kitchenette window to take these shots. Knocked a bottle of vinegar, a pot of black pepper, tarragon, and gravy powder off of the windowsill. I swore a bit, I may have growled, too. Then, as I bent down, supported by my , and tugged at the . I suppose it was more of a Howl than an Arrrgh that came out. Followed by some pretty crude curses… which became positively crude as the release tap opened as I grabbed at it, weeing on my sock, dressing gown, slipper, and the floor. I’m not certain, I don’t think I can take this much more! Cause cleaning the floor, washing the feet, getting the socks in the laundry bag, was a mammoth, not to mention painful, job for me in the state I was in. Now I’m sure I can’t take much more.
= = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = Woke up at seven, by the Carer. I was not up to having a body check this morning… Again! I felt ‘Out-of-it’, and well so for the first hour. The new medication, Ezetimibe, could possibly be the cause of these terrible, debilitating morning reluctant awakenings. And the tremendous resistance to getting out of bed? These disinclinations indeed began after the first day of taking Ezetimibe. Carer Dilan, so hard for him to understand what I am saying, and vice versa, issued the medications and asked if I needed any foaming, gelling, or creaming done. I said no, not until I get the abnlutions done, thanks. All I felt I needed was to get back to sleep, despite having a five-hour sleep that night.
As I slowly began to feel more with it, I grabbed the Kodak-Tim-2 and hobbled into the kitchen to take a couple of shots of the blue sky visible from the open window. I put the kettle on. Doing so, I realised I’d not put in the olive oil in the earholes yet. Back to the wet room and did so. Returning to the kitchen to check I hadn’t left the window open and to make a brew of Co-op 99 tea. To find I’d .
A bitter, sour feeling came from the innards. My self-lambasting began. Name-calling, swearing, and all out loud. I hope the neighbours couldn’t hear me.
NHS
This happened later, but the memory is still sore. But Monday proved another problem-ridden day.
I’ll tell you now, to save me writing it later and getting more depressed. For at this very moment, is with me. temporarily and suddenly departed. I wish he’d sod-off!#
Last week, I got an email asking me to make an appointment with the Doctor, no idea why, no reason given. Carer Ejaz rang the surgery, and after a long time, was told the available slots, and Ejaz wrote them down on the calendar for me. They will ring us back with the time of the appointment. They rang today to see why I want an appointment. I told them I didn’t, and I was told to book one. Which has still not been confirmed. Date & times given to the Carer: January 28th, at 15:15. 15:50, 16:00, 16:10, or 16:25hrs. They will now ring the Carer to arrange a time that suits Ejaz and ICC, so he can take me and be available to answer any questions. I don’t need any help to get confused; I can do that perfectly well, on my own.
I made an Asda order for food for Wednesday morning, 08:30>09:30 hrs. I checked on the site before making the order to ensure I had not already ordered one.
Although I was so far behind with these blogs, by nearly 21:00hrs, my vision had faded so much that I could not see sufficiently to continue. Glaucoma or Cataract? Or both? Always the same when evening arrives. I lasted a little longer tonight. I made a meal of sorts, wearily. As I ate it, all my current concerns weaved their way around my watered cebrium. Finances, Neurology failing to contact me, EENT still not contacted me about the Glaucoma/Cataract, Will I be moved into a home? Or will I manage to get extra Care cover? The mix-up with the Doctor’s appointment. The dentist is changing the appointment. Silly to worry about, I know, but I have not had a known Seizure for two days.
The computer problems. The catheter was not changed on time. No one reminded me to do a Lifeline check call. The urine has gone so dark and stinky-poo after starting the new medication. Although the late leg bag change on the catheter may have played a part. I’m going to ask the morning Carer to change it and put the new one on the other leg. Now, this past week, I reckon I have left the hot tap (faucet) running cold five times. Left the oven on overnight twice. Walked into walls and doorframes. On the bright side, I’ve only had one tumble, and was lucky that it happened in the hallway, with both walls within reach and nothing in my hands, so it was avoided. No one has contacted me about sorting out the wheelchairs yet. The help with the computer remains absent. No news on the 2 adrenaline auto-injectors, or a prescription for them (Although I was in hospital, when they told me, after recovering from heart failure, so… did I dream this?). No news about the check to assess whether a Trephination is needed.
I may make a complete list of of my unattended needs, and maybe my failures… then when they burn my decrepit body, they can burn along with me. Just in case they can’t remember me. Hahaha!
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– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – Inchy: Aye-up thicko. You’ve had it tough lately! Inchie: What? No, everything’s going smoothly! Inchy: That reply holds some artificiality… Inchie: Well, I’ve had enough with failures, losses, forgetting things, worries, depression, Cock-ups with CorelDraw, the Cloud, and Grammarly. Then there’s the possibility of moving to a new locality… Inchy: Ah, but that’s not yet a reality… Inchie: What is? Inchy: Your move to a different locality! Inchie: I’d not finished telling you yet, you Wally! Inchy: No need to, do you not remember? It’s me
that monitors, nae, controls the brain of Inchie? Inchie: The cataract, toothache & neurology… Inchy: I know nothing of otorhinolaryngology… Inchie: Erm… You talk with obliquity… Inchy: Your replies are full of obliquity… Inchie: What are you trying to tell me? Inchy: Just getting on yer goat, to make yer angry Inchie: Why? Inchy: I’m fed up too, with your acting otiosely, Inchie: Meaning? Tell me! Inchy: I suppose to you. I’m something ghostly? Inchie: Spot on, matey! Inchy: And where do I live, Inchie? Inchie: You dwell in my brain, Dummy! Inchy: Of which you have no ontosophy! Inchie: The neurosurgeon gave me a tomography! Inchy: And the result, what did he say? Inchie: I’ve likely got Hydrocephaly… nchy: He also said you may need a craniotomy! Inchie: Well, yes, that it’s a possibility… Inchy: Why have you not had it done, ducky? Inche: They are too busy, ostensibly, no answer when I call them, frustratingly, Inchy: This is really depressing me, actually! Inchie: What? Inchy: The fact that you just can’t see? Inchie: What? Inchy: Soon, when I talk, you’ll hear gurglingly! Inchie: Are you referring to my ophthalmometry? Inchy: No, you pratt! sadly… Inchie: What then? Inchy: Water on the Brain? Who lives there? Who’s the one who has the same fate as you to scare? Inchie: Water on the brain… But you live in there? You’ll get drowned? Now I see it with clarity… Inchy: Tell the neurosurgeon to gerrit done quickly! Inchie: Alright, leave it with me… – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – I woke a few times during the night. Notwithstanding, I got a total of… wait for it… 8 hours kip!
Waking up around 0800hrs, with the assistance of Carer Ejaz. He said it took him a while to get me to stir. This is all taken from Ejaz’s words; I have no recollections of the first few minutes of wakefulness. Ejaz was concerned about my unbalanced, faraway status, and I was talking gibberish for the first two minutes. It was just pure exhaustion and tiredness, I think. When I tried to stand up, I failed, and Ejaz insisted I stay in the chair. (I’d fallen asleep in the c1966, £300 Oxfam charity shop-bought, wincingly grotty, beige-coloured, crumb-covered from my nocturnal nibblings, itch-making, uncomfortable, positively unhealthy, and dangerous, no longer operational, virus-breeding, easy-to-fall-out-of, Catheter-tube-trapping recliner.)
I think, well, he would have given me the medications. But no body checks, creaming, or salving was done. He apparently arrived late and had to leave. After making sure I was okay. A great lad.
I soon fell asleep again, waking around 10:30 hours. And caught my balance before moving. Did the balance exercises as well… I think.
I was a little unsteady, but much better than I was when Ejaz called. Seems I’d put the TV on, no recollection of doing so.
Oh, a much-belated, meant Good Morning Each.
It was amazing how quickly I felt better. I washed the pots from last night. And readied things for the , and off to the wet room.
I did forget to do my teeth. But shaved with only two teeny-weeny cuts. Then, I had to delay the washing to utilise the . And what
a surprise that was. Three days’ worth of , now had returned with a vengeance. What a messy evacuation! The hot water was no longer coming out hot. I knew what I’d done, and left the wet room, went into the kitchen and turned off the tap (faucet) I’d left running. The usual grinding of my teeth, swearing and anger at myself developed. Yet, nowhere as violent as usual?
Back to finish shaving. A body scrub and the medicationings were done where I could get to them. No hassle involved. I even had three lucky breaks when I was getting fresh protection pants on, yes! First: As I reached for the pack to get the pants from, I knocked over a two-litre bottle of bleach. Fret not, for not only did it not burst open, but it also missed my ingrowing toenail and feet. Two: I was carrying out the usual procedure for getting the PPs on, and got a
bout, and lost grip of the seat-raisers’ grab-bar. I kept my balance because was within reach for once. Third: As I was leaving the room to get dressed, I tripped on the mat and took a forward tumble through the open door… Now, it did have a downside. I’d moved the clothes airer closer to the wet room make it easier to reach the clothes. Downside?
It no longer works. Humph!
Better get a move on, it’s Sunday already and nearing the afternoon.
The sun is getting through in the front car park. But a smidge misty above.
Made astart on updating the last blog.
Later, the sun moved across, making the picture taken through the balcony window look bright.
Forgot to put the lip balm on.
It soon stopped the bleeding.
As the Carer arrived, I spotted the early evening sky, which looked photo-worthy. Gorgeous!
The keyboard suddenly stopped working!
No panic yet, I assumed the batteries had packed up and replaced them with new ones. I dropped the two batteries as I was taking them out, and now, Sunday at 12:10 hours, I still haven’t found one of them.
Anyway, this did not solve the problem.
I consulted Google. tried their advice, without any luck. (This goes without saying, really. Hehe!)
Saved the work, closed all down, gave it a few minutes, and then rebooted. No luck again. Fingers crossed, I got the spare keyboard, a cheapo Technet wired one, and got that linked up. AHA! Now things are typable again!
Working again? It’s all a mystery to me!
But so glad it did restart.
Got one of, if not my favourite meal, Bombay Potatoes come a close second, but this meal I love, when I manage to cook it right. A long preparation time and baking, but it’s worth it. Even the mass of washing up the mixing bowls and sticky cutlery… are you wondering what it is? Cheesy baked potatoes!
Pre-heat the oven, I put mine at 180°. Place your large spuds in the oven, but keep checking until they are cooked enough to mash.
Take your Shredded Leicester Cheese (essential: to use Leicester cheese; it’s tasteless raw but magnificent cooked). Get your mixing bowl, and let it warm a little for the mixing. Liquid sea salt, black pepper, light soya sauce (It’s stronger than the dark), malt or distilled vinegar (wine vinegar if you like it, most alcoholics do), and a half-spoon of Marmite. Ready to use.
Then, I usually burn my fingers getting them out of the oven and cutting them in half, no different this time.
Cut each potato in half lengthwise. Scoop out the flesh into a mixing bowl. After each half is put in, a little cheese and each seasoning is added. Then mix the ingredients with a fork until well combined, and use a spoon to finish the job. Then spoon-fill the mixture back into the emptied potato husks. Run a fork over the top of the potato mix to help it crisp up easier.
Back into the oven, but keep an eye on them.
This is mine after serving them up. Did you notice that there are only seven of the half potatoes in this picture? That’s because I ate one while prepping the plate. Darned Tasty! A bad time of year for tomatoes; avoid Spanish and definitely Moroccan this time of year, bitter! I was lucky to get the one in the photo; they are Dutch, possibly irradiated, but at least they tasted like tomatoes, unlike the Moroccan & Spanish tastelessness.
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04:20hrs: Night catheter pouch taken off. Thought I’d put the news on to see if World War Three had started yet. The internet came on, so I assumed not. Bags sorted, and the innards informed me that I needed to attend the Porcelain Throne. I did. It was one heck of a long visit, too! Lots of arghs, owowows, ugeeeers, and much forcing and pain; things began to move. A few ‘flipping hecks’ further, and the torpedo evacuated. Relief!
Cleaned up, and off to the kitchenette to get the kettle on to make a brew of 99 tea. Not only did I leave the tap running, but I dropped the milk bottle. What a mess to clean up. Made the tea, left it to brew, took two snaps of the morning view to the right, then left. Not that much shows up.
Started the computer, and nipped to the kitchen to take some photographs now that it was getting later and lighter. Both were taken through the balcony’s closed windows. But they turned out a smidge better than I thought they might. The end-of-car-park photo on the right here seemed to show some activity. A few vehicles had their lights on. Only one car had parked on the chevrons this morning.
This one came out much clearer and more detailed.
The Asda order came after seven o’clock. Apparently, I ordered all the right things this time. No hidden unknown extras for once.
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News of the crane crashing down on a moving train in Thailand. I checked for updates on Friday morning: 32 dead, 68 injured. Then found that two people were killed, with many injured, after a construction crane collapsed onto a highway in Thailand, a day after a crane accident in Thailand. Leaving 32 people dead.
I feel terrible for them and their relatives. RIP.
Misty Turning into fog, methinks.
Getting thicker, later. ======================== IN THE LATE AFTERNOON
I was working in CorelDraw and seemed to be doing all right, as it happens. I should never think things like this with my famously bad luck?
I wanted to add a page to the file, simple enough, drop menu – press Add New Page, what could go wrong? Well, something did, obviously. Possibly, with only one eye working, courtesy of Cataract Katie, I may have clicked the incorrect option. I may never know, cause all the page tabs disappeared! Leaving a grey-blue continuous strip where the tabs were seconds earlier. Naturally, Panic Set In. Not having the slightest idea what I’d done or not done right didn’t help my investigation on how to get them back. My language, through frustration, was abysmally bad & abusive. Boy, did I get angry with myself? YES!
Thought I’d take a look at the option list to see if I could identify the problem. See if there was an option on it to remove tabs or something similar.
I felt a bit of an idiot (fair enough). When I actually got the mouse to where the tabs should have been, the grey-blue continuous strip, I realised the drop-down arrow was on the tabs that were no longer there!
Depression, frustration and self-lambasting all increased in unison. Hope was fading here!
Something I do regularly with CorelDraw cock-ups, is try to save everything, close it down & other programs. Run a Virus Check. Then turn off the computer. CorelDraw let me close it down in the usual way. So I did this again. I happened to note the time as I did this, 17:30hrs. It took 15minutes to save the file! This did not bode very well for a successful outcome. I pressed on with little faith, Sved Excel, Notebook, Internet and MS Word. Ran the Virus Check & Cleaner, then turned it off. After a couple of minutes, I unplugged the computer and went to make a brew. To give the computer & peripherals enough time to cool. A Carer arrived, and he could not help but notice my crochety frame of mind.
This, of course, meant my concentration dissolved.
After issuing the medications, we spoke of the Doctor’s visit next Wednesday… not sure I was paying enough attention, because I can’t recall if we’d arranged to do anything? The limited brainpower was still pondering over the thought of how to get the CorelDraw page tabs back and avoid being unable to do the blog.
My biggest fear.
Thanked Ejaz and off he went. I just had to go back to my efforts getting the page tags back.
And I did. But , I could remember what I’d done and not… although it did come back to me after I’d given up and started the chips & pie meal. I remembered how long it took to save the CorelDraw file. Used CCleaner, just in case I’d missed it. Not a lot of junk was picked up, so I assumed I’d done it earlier. More time lost.
\\\\\\I brought me meal to the computer and nibbled at it as I waited for the computer to boot up. Restarted the computer as the meal got colder.
Fingers crossed, I opened CorelDraw. The Page Tabs were still missing!
I saw the funny side, then laughed gave a smile, No longer annoyed, and after a afterwhile,
Is getting annoyed & angry, worthwhile?
Silly of me to get worked-up & volatile,
What am I saying, wait a while…
This is just not my usual style,
That’s cause really I’m full of bile!
I’m feeling rather adversarial…
My talk of me laughing, was artificial,
Then Friday morning came a miracle!
I got the tabs back on, then just as terrible,
I lost Grammarly… abominable, They now use AI, no one is talk-to-able,
After two hours of advice, questionable,
I’d got 14 tabs open on Google…
Told IT I’d dementia, thtat was ignorable
I want to leave Grammarly, quickly,
A.I.’s instructions were simply,
Confused, I need to check my spelling.
Grammarly, I want to be leaving,
Just follow these instructions…
Six more tabs, I gave up!
Then the Age Concern Lady phoned. Can’t recall what shew said apart from she’ll call me back. (Friday), cause I won’t be able to do a blog now, until things get sorted. Which I an’t see happening. Mind you, I have some graphics ready done.
Christine, the Age UK lady rang back. She is sending a letter to the doctor about my situation. And as contacted the Social Services. They will get in touch with me later about a possible move to a home. I’ll miss the morning photographing and the tree copse. Then again, I may not be able to do any blogging unless I can get help with the current problems. Memory boost, Grammarly & CorelDraw.
And maybe I can get help with the Grammarly farce. Wot am I saying – Huh!
Keep well, and A;; the Bestest.
Ah saw it… All the Bestest!
