Inchy: Thursday 30th November 2023

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Oh, dearie, me, night bag?

affected.
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The first-day pouch emptying.
What the heck is that in the bowl?

It’s still icy out there…

The bottom field is, too!

Far end protected by the poor trees?

The pigeons were only on one rooftop?
It must be a feeder living there.

Took a tumble. Nae bother.

Nightfall.

I only got one of them. Tsk!

Bad day for the internet…

To Date!

Late Carer, from another sight. Fear, or Fuhrer, I think his name was. Lovely lad, Sorted me, no strapping needed. I tried some new hearing aid batteries. Not much of an improvement, though.

I got some chips in the oven and garden peas in the saucepan. I will do a burger of sorts to go with them a little later on.

Back later, I hope.

I’m Back!

Super-Meal! Taste: 9.3/10!

Not looking forward to the struggle to get to the hospital this Friday morning. Cheers!

Inchy: Wed 29 Nov 23: My life has been like a whodunitry!

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REPEATEDLY!
Up to now…

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So, a quickie while it;s working…

Terrible dark night bag!

Only four visits today.

The main bother today was.
The urine was still dark.

Took this shot of the 03:30hrs morning view.
Back to the Throne.

Day pouch filled up quickly without me having anything to eat yet? Darker than ever now?

A wobbly shot of the moon taken.

Medical items are listed for the nurse.

Tray washed, waste bags amalgamated.

Then found some out-of-date food, so another bag to go.

No idea why I took this one.

Carer Shaquille arrived. Put on the fresh day bag.
Medications issued. Treats and off he went, taking the bags with him. Thank you.

Carer Chris arrived doing domestic. Mopped the kitchen with the speedmop, and wet room for me.

Wash and mess made and cleaned up after using the Trotsky-controlled Porcelain Throne.

Mug of tea at long last.

Carer Sam arrived PM.
I made an order for Asda for next week.
 
played up doing it, summat rotten!

I missed this shot off, of the third try this morning.

Spent hours getting CorelDraw to perform for me.
Managed it, but don’t know how?.

Mistakes Disclosures

Going to sort some food out now.
See ya later!
I hope!

Morning, I’m backeth with you…

. Tried again…
Ah, that was better.
Taken to the right.

Too tired to cook owt, so I had a Pork Farms Pork pie, pickled beetroot, and Milk Roll bread…
with slices of Flora not-butter, butter.
The new recipe Pork Farms pork pies,
were pale, fatty, and tasteless. But 
the beetroots was nice, and the Milk
Roll bread with the gorgeous Flora
no-butter butter… Great!
Taste-Rating: 6.5/10.
I  still ate it all. Then a brainwave appeared!
I’ll put the jelly in a dish and cover it with
some of the cream spray.
So, I did. Here is the photo taken…
I hadn’t noticed it last night, but when I came to uploading it this morning, my Pareidoliaising could see something in the bowl. Can you see it, before reading further?




Purely by accident, I’d created the face of a curly white-haired dog as I sprayed the cream on? Haha!
I wonder if the Tate Gallery would be interested?

I tried a final photo after washing the dishes.
again!
A bit better, I suppose.

I find it so easy to falter,
Often getting into a fluster,
Get conned by a fraudster…
I’ve already paid the undertaker,
Hope he wasn’t another trickster!
All my life, I’ve been a bystander,
I should have been boulder…
Been more of a grandstander? 
To avoid the many a cold shoulder, 
I could meet Putin, the genocider?
Both dead, we couldn’t kill each other!
My real wish is to again meet Grizelda!

TTFN

Inchy: Sunday 26th November 2023

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05:20hrs: I awoke, battled my way out of the £300, bought eight years ago from the second-hand shop, Harold Haemorrhoid testing, repugnantly beige-coloured, crumb containing, virus-breeding, acne-giving, rickety, none-working recliner, and detached the from and was up on my feet, and doing the balance exercises, within a few minutes. .
The wee-wee in the punch was less than expected, and of a darker shade. However, in the past, I have had it a lot darker on some mornings. So, not too bad.
The right leg bandaging still looked the same colour as the left leg’s skin. Note the long green throw I’d wrapped around my belly and put on under the dressing gown? That’s due to it being so flipping cold without the ankle and leg straps on. The nurse, Sarah, I hope, is coming on Tuesday, to see how the pins are going, so might have to start using the cumbersome, but warm again. Not that I’ll remember with all the medical appointments coming up. Hopefully, my red eye appointment with the doctor, can be cancelled somehow for Monday morning, as long as it continues to improve? It does look a little better this morning more of the white bit is showing. So, fingers crossed it continues to heal itself.
Another messy evacuation was tackled. The passing, I would think, took about five seconds, Eugrh! Hehe!
The cleaning up, took me about fifteen minutes or so. And all the bending down started to activate, but he didn’t have me over. Another   Tidied up a little in the front room. Not much. Don’t want to overdo things, you know. Hehehe! Found the spillage from last night’s exploding bottle of Schweppes tonic water, had stained the carpet something awful! What’s it doing to my stomach lining? You never know; it may even help me with & ‘s hassle?
Off to the kitchen. To get some potatoes in the crock-pot to have later on. I made a mess of taking a photo of last night’s nosh; it didn’t make it to the SD card for some reason. But I did take a photo of one mini-potatoes that I didn’t have the heart to eat. A tiny little thing.

I got the computer on, and guess what?
No signal was available.
After ten minutes or so, one came on.
An hour later, the 6th failure showed up. This time it needed the full treatment to get it back on. Lost the work I’d done by turning everything off. Reset the whatsit box… router, left it a minute, then pressed the rest button and waited in hope. 20 minutes later, it came back on. I cracked on with the Saturday blog updating. Got it done and was about to email the links and it went again. I lost all I’d done on the Email, of course. But, it did come back on of its own accord about an hour later, while I was doing a graphic on CorelDraw for Sunday’s blog.
I hastily for the Email done again and posted it.

Just in time for the dubious financial Oligarchs of again!

arrived. He got the various medicationings sorted out and offered a bit of advice on the computer problems that I was having recently with the maddening problems of Firefox crashing, Norton changing things without telling me, and CorelDraw freezing on me regularly. ‘Always back up your work’.
Finally, after Victor had departed, I got and drank a mug of Glengettie. Hurray! No biscuits were eaten with it, which I felt a little proud about!
After this failure from the famously inept , and another full reset to get it back, the thing went so slowly; it was hard work.
I went back onto CorelDraw, praying that it would not freeze on me again. IT DID! HAD TO TURN EVERYTHING OFF.

Turned itself off. Now when I try to open it, it comes up in a version from 5 years ago. Will not save anything! I could cry. The Internet is down again; just come back on; this may be the last from me… if I can get to post it that is.
All that work I did lost too!

No new graphics, no new photos, no imported things, written word only in future.

Farewell!

Inchy: Saturday 18th November 2023 – Tsk!

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It is not a record, but it is still a pathetic oligarchical failing:  As per writing this.

03:00hrs: Worryingly deep-coloured urine today?.

The need for a good ablutionalisationing session was smelt as I passed wind, removed the nocturnal crumbs from the dressing gown, and tackled the escape. That being from the c1968, tatty, scruffy, unkempt, uncomfortable, virus, microorganism, bug, bacterium, bacillus, germ, parasite producing, and disease-fermenting second-hand, eyesorely-horrendously grungy beige-coloured, £300, charity shop bought, crumb-retaining, moth-eaten, non-working, itch-encouraging, incommodious, Haemorrhoid Harold testing, catheter tube yanking, recliner. My chicken legs were not looking any worse! Deciding on taking an early morning Sh_ _, shower and shave, I removed diabetic socks from my legs… This was … but naturally, a man of my bravery, healthiness and pain tolerance didn’t flinch and had to keep stopping to catch my breath and cursing at any time. The thought of me taking a couple of minutes sitting there to recover from my efforts is ridiculous.
My chicken legs were not looking any worse!.
Hobbling into the wet room.
I realised I was leaving dirt marks on the floor from the bottom of my slippers…
So, I had to get the slippers washed and left to dry.
It was hard work doing everyday stuff lately, but it gets more complex each day. (Hidden plea for help here… Hehe!)
Cleaning the teeth, unfortunately, left me with , and, not a little pain from the bleeding gums too. The shaving left me with several tiny cuts all around the cheekily growing stubble at the top of the back of the neck.
Showering: A Challenge I did not respond to very well this morning. The first snag was working out the best way to get the feet washed with the minimum danger of falls. I got a bowl next to the shower chair and put some Dettol disinfectant and shower gel in it. Filled it from the shower, and of course, the drain pump started chuntering away because no water was going down the drain at the time…
So cleaning the feet was a rush job. Then, I had to empty the bowl slowly to not overfill the drain flue. Then, I got out of the shower without any slipping and put the bowl away in the corner; I dare not leave it in the shower for fear of forgetting all about it and having a tumble, trip, fall, or another
While doing this, I had to divert to the As much as I was getting chilly sitting there covered in cold water, I had to wait a few seconds to recover from the efforts of encouraging the evacuation.
Getting back into and under the shower as hastily as I could once I moved…
I against the shower chair leg, and as I did this, (I know, you don’t believe me… I’m even doubtful, but the pain memories help) but, with dear giving way at just the wrong moment, she crashed into the chair arm. I got in the chair and spent considerable time recovering, just letting the water ooze over me. That was nice! I had to stand up to deal with the more intimate departments that needed attention, but this was no bother… needed no medical attention, but this was no bother… I also like this statement. I’ll repeat it; intimate departments that needed no attention! I even managed to get dried off with only one mishap: when I got the towel from the airer, I knocked it over. Got dried thoroughly and commenced the medicalisationings..
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aftershave on the neck nicks that were still bleeding.
Med Hydr Tried the new medications for this. Then, Phorpain gel was used on several areas in need of it. , with an extra bit on , as she was being a bit of a nuisance to me this, as she does most mornings.

them both next.
Did the nasal cleaning. And because of the irritation in the and the infested left eye.
Then the challenge of an everyday fear that is done with a certain degree of apprehensiveness, almost dread! Getting my nappy… diaper… Well, Protection Pants on. Which would be difficult enough without having to cope with getting them up beyond the hanging below the knee, tubed! It’s a work of art, I can tell yers! A formidable one! However, I can report for once that there were no or
of any worth mentioning. I still don’t know how I managed it without the usual pain and mishaps?

I left the bandages and straps to soak in the wet room sink. I can dry them later on. Can I use the microwave safely to do this little task? If anyone has advice for me on this, please?

I emptied the wet room waste bin and took it to the kitchenette.
Got the kettle on to make a brew but never got around to it and went brewless all day.
I didn’t even bother to try to take any early morning shots today, not with my recent abysmal record.
SudoIt’s a wonder that I’ve still got any skin left on!
I dabbed some Sudcrem on the forehead, chest and cheeks.
I’ll leave it on for a while to allow it to soak in before rubbing it in. It didn’t work well the last time I tried using it.
Should I suddenly sneeze, the dressing gown, computer keyboard and carpet are covered in lost bits of skin. Devil-of-a-job for me to get cleaned up! Tsk!

I got on with my blogging catch-up, then arrived and got a bit of a shock. HaHaHa! So did I when I noticed what she had seen; I’d forgotten to rub the Sudocrem in the face. Poor gal, what a shock for her. It’s a bad enough face to look at without the cream on the mush, making it more scary for the gal!

Grangnagles!

During one of the multitudinous failures of Oligarchal, conspiratorial, hermetical, and surreptitious, owned , I sorted the waste bins and put them near the front door.

There were still no signs of the owned internet shower’s signal returning, so I ventured into the balcony to take a shot of the end car park. The mud-slide was active this morning.
Took a view of the sky to the North.

 

 

The rain was persistent looking today.
Then, a shot of the viewhead, which is to the West.
Followed by a picture to the left, in an Easterly direction.

visited. Had a little laugh and joke before she departed.
I was getting more & more annoyed with the interruptions from Mike Fries, Chief Executive Officer and Vice Chairman of Liberty Global, who took home a $64m salary in FY2, .
I was close to giving up. Hence, I am now even further behind with this blog. 9 hours after waking, and I’m only up to here with it. I keep saying to myself that I will have to reduce the content of this blog, but I do love it when someone says they like it or get a laugh from it. I’m addicted, I suppose? There are other more suitable words than addicted, like besotted, smitten, habituated, or mayhap dependent on it, to help keep my sanity, as much as possible, escape the ever-grasping, clutching more of my brain from Cognitive Impairment Iris.

failed yet again, I went to the kitchen to photograph the view. The first one on the right didn’t seem too bad at all to me. So, I tried to get a closer shot of the houses and bottom field greenery.
Well, that didn’t work, did it?
I failed again!
Undaunted, I tried once more in a different shooting mode selected, with .
Humph! Another failure! Time to give up, methinks.
I might try again later.

I realised that I hadn’t had a meal today.
Mind you, I wasn’t hungry at all! That’s not me?

The two last calls of the day from the carers were made by…
Well, erm…Either, or, not in any particular chronological order, and or . I think. I was so worn out, tired and in need of sleep again. I think it was Christopher first, then Benjamin who got the diabetic sock off for me, I was half asleep each call.

The Can-You-Find disclosures.

TTFNski each. All the bestest!

Inchy: Wed 8 Nov 23 Uglethrumdumpling Day!

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I’m so sorry this blog is not up to my usual exacting, scripturally pleasing and entertaining perfect level (Laughter) and short content.
The cold had gotten worse, and many visits ensured that the innards, bowels, coughing, sneezing and possibly the worst. Along with the accompanying lightheadedness after coughing. However, the innards’ gurgling, grumblings, and some uncontrollable mega-belchings kept me and the carers entertained. So it’s not all been bad. He says! Hehe!
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Nocturnal wee-wee bag a smidgeon darker this morning.

All three waste bags were put in one big one.
I knew I was not very well when I found only two empty Cheesy Curl packets in the bin next to 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.

As per usual, this is a poor morning kitchen view shot.
Ut a while later, I did manage a decent one of the Chestnut Way end car park. The mudslide just forming.

The rain came next.

Turned up. Had a natter as he got the job of getting on the for me.
As he was dishing out the medications, the intercom rang out. It was Nurse Hristina from the DVT Anticoagulation Warfarin Clinic… Gawd, I love her!
She did the , and helped show an easier way of putting the leg straps on. Then, the angel took the blood sample for the INR assessment level checks.
It’s thanks to that she came at all. Yesterday, she phoned the Doctor about the texts telling me I’d missed appointments at the doctor for my INR blood test and to get checked with my Doctor ASAP. Of course, there was no appointment made for me to have missed.
So, Kara and Hristina saved the day. ♥

Spent many hours on the blog and Word file. Nearly as long as I did on the . Hehe!

Carers came and went. Well, did.

Made a brew of Glengettie.
I finally took a decent photo from the kitchenette window when the rain stopped.

Cor Blimey, a half-decent evening shot, too!

Better get some food sorted out, then…
All Done!
Fishless fish-sticks. Anya potatoes, the last of the tomatoes, pickled cooked beetroot, and two bread rolls slathered with Non-Butter butter.
Taste Rating: 8.2/10.
Fell asleep with the tray on my belly and knees!

Arrived, and took off my ankle and leg strappings for me. I forgot to ask him about putting on the , Tsk!

TTFN each!

Inchy: Tue 7 Nov 23: Memory Blank Again!

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I wearily stirred from the broken spells of slumber. Edged my elephantine-bellied body to the edge of the £300 Oxfam charity shop bought second-hand, uncomfortable, wincingly grotty, beige coloured, crumb-covered from my nocturnal nibblings, itch-making,  positively unhealthy & dangerous, no longer operational, virus-breeding, easy-to-fall-out-of, Catheter-tube-trapping, recliner, and took this photo of the

Carried out the balance routine, rose gingerly, and into the kitchen with in tow.
Got the waste bags collated and taken to the front door, ready for collection by the kind Carers.

The stomach rumbled and squelched inside.
Off to the wet room I hastened. I was very nervous, thinking that I would not make it in time. However, things did not go to plan. Nothing unusual there, then! Getting the motion started was a long and painful exercise. To mask the pain of forcing things along, I had a go at the crossword book. Then, I counted the cracks in the ceiling and spots of dirt on the floor and mat. Eventually, a grindingly hurtfully slow evacuation began. It took ages and stopped part-way for a moment. I thought something would give inside my rear end, to maybe even split open! The exiting torpedo eventually freed itself with a clunk and splash! Immediately followed by perhaps a gallon or two of stinking, almost liquid follow-up! It was such a pleasure when it finally cleared! I’ll not waffle on too much about these events, just to tell you that three more evacuations during the day and night were all similar. (And the innards are still rumbling) Oh, dearie me!

I thought a mug of Glengettie might settle the tummy, and I made a strong brew and drank it… That did me no good!
Back to the for visit number two.
I’m getting all behind with things already, having to spend so much time cleaning up the Porcelain and myself regularly. Getting miffed off with these strange evacuations.

The tea went cold again.
I went into the kitchen to wash the mug and took pictures of the morning view. Not too bad an effort for me.
In the second photo, at last, I captured a shot of Venus in which you can actually almost see the planet!
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I’d apparently done the updating of the Monday blog. It took a good four hours to achieve this. I say apparently because I cannot recall anything for that period, even who the Carer was called. I had to look at the singing-in register to find out.

Arrived later. I was not entirely with it, and I will have to ask her if anything was decided that I need to do next time she calls. I’m sure she rang someone for me… I think.

I vaguely remember taking these two photographs of the view from the kitchenette.
And thinking about how unique nature is, producing such views of beauty. While tellurians continue eating, bullying, murdering, killing and hating each other.
Just a thought.

I used to take the picture on the right. My being I got the idea to make this photo with the sun out, a little more interesting, and CorelDrawed in an additional graphic on an arm and finger. At the time, I think I had an amusing quip in mind to add to it… but with the attention of , the idea escaped the clutches of my inattentive memory. Most annoying. So, if anyone can think of a funny or suitable quote, please let me know… it might be the one I had and lost? Hahaha!

Challenge No. 2
I took this snap of the TV screen in the evening. A sad, blurry effort. But I thought it might be an idea to see if anyone in the know of British TV shows can identify the character… with the following clues, please.
1) A show recorded in Yorkshire.
2) Character names include Oscar, Greengrass, and Nick (the one in the photo).
3). The photoed character usually wears a uniform
4) A Buddy Holly song, the name of which is the series name, played at the start and finish of the programme.
WHAT WAS IT CALLED?

The Nosh!
Shortcrust pie, tomatoes, a bread roll, Followed by a pot of children’s jelly. Hehe!
The innards burst into like within half an hour! Back with great haste to the again. It was the same performance, be it took even longer to escape this time!

Did the last two calls.
and attaching sorted out.

Lousy night’s sleep again!

Go Forth & Be Happy!

Inchy: Sun 5 Nov 23 Life is a Pseudonym!

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What happens on the 5th of November in England?

On 5th November this year, people across the UK will light bonfires, let off fireworks, and burn effigies of a man named Guy Fawkes. The reason we do this is because it’s the anniversary of the Gunpowder Plot (1605). Also, drunken fights will take place. Cannabis (Marijuana, Pot, and weed will widely be taken. The drug gangs will ensure that the ‘More Virulent’ and costly uppers etc., will be available on the streets. From Glues, gases, and inhalants for the down & outs. Synthetic opioids, pain relievers and anaesthetic-style drugs for the less well-off users. For the average employed yobbo, there will be LSD, Ketamine, Magic Mushrooms, and Methadone stolen from surgeries, addicts and pharmacies. Cocaine, cannabis and ecstasy, along with lethal homemade hooch, to satisfy the better-off students and politicians. The fireworks party will be enjoyed by the scumballs; then,
the competing gangs will be battling each other throughout the morning. Last year there were eight knifings and two shootings, one fatal. They will abandon any pool cars, and steal or hijack a fresh one, that will be unknown to the police. A few muggings might round off the evening for them. I went to make a brew. I could see that a bonfire in one garden had spread and set fire to the shed. I took a terribly bad photo of it. I’ll put it on later for you to see.

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05:00hrs: Decent colour to the urine.

I’d been wakened so often overnight with the discomforts. Photo taken as I lay here in the c1966, £300 Oxfam charity shop bought, second-hand, wincingly grotty, beige coloured, crumb-covered from my nocturnal nibblings, itch-making, uncomfortable, positively unhealthy & dangerous, no longer operational, virus-breeding, easy-to-fall-out-of, Catheter-tube-trapping, recliner… coping with the pains as I had done all night from a vicious, obviously upset by something , which covered an even larger part of the back this morning? And as I got up to take the photo, I decided to take an extra Codeine straight away. I’ll ask the carer to rub some Phorpain Gel on my back when she/he arrives.
Here I go again, fighting the pain!

I tried to take a decent shot on the balcony.
I failed again. Fed up with this! Hehe!

Got the waste bin content into a bag.
Did you notice the empty, Cheesy Curl packets?
Only four last night…

Made a brew of Glengettie.

Back to the wet room…

Came as I started on the Saturday post updating. He kindly gave me a good dosing with the
It’s never hurt before to have the gel rubbed in, but did this time. He got the medications sorted, and we had a mini-natter – which consisted mainly of me moaning. Tsk!

Back to the blog duties, and of course…
By the time I got around to putting this on, it was…

The second Carer arrived, I didn’t get her name, but am sure it was Marie, but I’ll not put money on it.

Then a period of determined work on making up some graphics and storing them. CorelDraw was behaving.  Much progress was made over the next four hours or so.
If only the pains would stop, I’d have actually been on the verge of being practically almost, nearly content!

Took this shot from the kitchen window.
It was so Pareidolianiable!
Hahaha!

Got the extremity medicationings done.
Plus, the eye drops, and painful application of the
Med Hydrto .

Made the second mug of tea, permitted.
Four… I say, just four bikkies dunked & eaten!

Putting the above answer on, got me thinking about Nottingham’s old trolleybus service. I dug out this photo below, which I took in 1963.
The row of Standard Vanguard, and Austin Cambridge black & white taxis against Slab Square. The Council House was in the background. The Vauxhall Victor car, on South Parade, and the West Bridgford number 21 bus, in glorious colours, an AEC Regent Five. The 40 Trolleybus, a Karrier, went from Well Road to Wilford Bride the end of Wilford Road, in the Meadows. Behind the Karrier, is a BUT (British United Transport)  trolleybus. BUT was established in 1946 as a joint venture between AEC and Leyland. I actually drove one of these at Sandtoft Trolley Museum years later. This, I think, was the first photo I ever took. Using a camera loaned me by Mr Wright, a neighbour at the time. Who lived with Mrs Wright, his daughter Christine, and Rover, the dog. He worked at the Post Office on King Street. I can remember all these facts without thinking about it… but can I tell you the time and date of the Audio Clinic Appointment, Ropewalk arranged three days ago by my Carer Kara for me? No!

I’m getting absolutely, thoroughly fed up to my two back teeth left, with these visits! Maybe this problem could be part of the reason for the back and stomach pains?

Late afternoon shots from the kitchen.
The one below is of the bottom field in front of the flats.

Arrived and did his thing.
A cheeky lad, but I like him.

Got the blog finished and posted, and made a start on this one. Then prepping the meal, seasoned the soup again, with the traditional extra-boiled potatoes, and added some liquid smoke and sea salt to warm it up for later.
I took these shots of the sky as I washed the cooking pots all bar the saucepan.
This one through the kitchen window, it was raining a bit.
Then the end car park.
The rain stopped for a while and I took this one.

Well, I smell the allure of the aroma from the soup.
Off to get the nosh sorted out.

Well, I was in the kitchen checking the superb-smelling soup and sampling some of the spuds from within and noticed what I believed was a fire in a garden. It looked like a bonfire had spread and a shed was on fire!
I’m not so sure after loading the photo, though.
It came out to be of very poor quality.
I still think I might be right? The smoke from the fire can be seen, and I thought some flames were showing?
What do you think?

Arrived.
He was not a happy laddie. But I tried to cheer him up a smidgeon. I asked him if could ensure that I do not run out of the Phorpain gel while I’m using so much extra now with
& both playing up so much. He said Phorpain Gel is not on the NHS prescription list, so he can’t order any. All a mystery to me!  Likely it’s all a part of the Mysteries of Woodthorpe Court, with the hobgoblins, spectres, gnomai, phantasms, ghosts, grotesque succubae, extraterrestrials, ectoplasms, spirits, or the Fata Morganas, that have been sent to taunt, irritate and terminate my already limited saneness of mind? I’ll have to ask someone to ring the Surgery for me…
and see if they can out the gel on the regular prescription.

called and whipped of the in no time. Then he fitted the . He gave the
Phorpain gelled a good rubbing into my back for me.
He’s getting clever now, and he has learnt to ignore my rambling grumblings and medical complaints altogether. Knowing full well I’d forget that I said them anyway within minutes of mouthing them. Hehehe!

Eventually, I got the meal prepared the saucepan washed, meal was served up.
Taste-Rating: 9.2/10. Nice, very nice!

Mystery Photo. I can’t recall taking this at all, or why?

TTFNski, & all the bestest!

Inchy: Sun 29 Oct 23: Marathon Ablutioning Farcicalness!

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After trying to get to sleep for an hour or two last night, I realised the futility and got up to have a walk around the flat. (I may have spat and cursed a little.)
As went to pick up my to carry with me, I found that nothing had gone from the bladder to the bag! The moment I’d heaved my rhinoceros-like, but flabby body from the c1966, £300 Oxfam charity shop bought, second-hand, wincingly grotty, beige coloured, crumb-covered from my nocturnal nibblings, itch-making, uncomfortable, positively unhealthy & dangerous, no longer operational, virus-breeding, easy-to-fall-out-of, Catheter-tube-trapping, recliner
Within seconds the evacuation from my bladder to the night-pouch started. Phew!

Got back to sleep, and four hours or so later, I rose again from the £300 second-hand shop bought, c1966. moth-eaten, bedraggled, cringingly-beige-coloured, grotty, dilapidated, crumb-containing from my nocturnal nibblings, bug-ridden, itch-inspiring, not working recliner. Off to get the kettle on for brew of Glengettie.
On seeing Venus up in the sky, I wobbled back into the living room and got , and took this shot. A much better effort. You can actually see the planet!

I was planning… Yes, I do sometimes! To get the date tabs done on CorelDraw for the blogs, then get the ablutions done… Best laid plans of mice, men and Inchy?
I thought then, “I’m doing well here, really getting a crack on with these tabs”.
I’d done five days worth of them…
Then… I realised I’d put the wrong year on them all!
However, I did have a stroke of good luck as well, though. Oh, Yes! I’d not converted them to Bitmap yet, only grouped each graphic. So, had to go to each page again, ungroup them individually, and correct the dates. This meant I would not have time to spare for the two-hour minimum session, as the carer would arrive as I was abluting. No carer should see me in my naked state! It just wouldn’t be fair, and may even prove fatal to them. Imagine the shock for they would suffer. Hehehe! I pressed on with the blogging and got deeply into it. I then noticed at 10:00hrs, that no Carer had called yet. Hope they are alright.

I’d forgotten about making the brew of tea. So I did!
As I got to drinking it, the need for the utilisationing of the arose. I hobbled to the wet room, and the evacuation soon started… but didn’t seem to want to stop! Several times I thought it was over, but no! More spat out again, spraying liquid poo-poo everywhere it was possible to do so! Took me ages to clean up.

Back to the computer, and the now very-cold mug of Glengettie tea! I gave up trying to get a drink and opened another bottle of tonic water. Tsk! Washed the mug, hung it up, and in walked Carer Selena. I asked her if she was okay. Had she had any bother that had delayed her, with it being well gone 10 o’clock now?
A little smile appeared on her face. You know, one of those “Oh, dear, what a clot” looks. Yes, yet again, I had missed the changing the clocks!
Looking & feeling a fool, comes naturally to me! Selena took the three large but not heavy bags of waste with her from the doorway for me. And,

I made yet another mug of tea. Seeing the beautiful cloud formations, I got from my pocket
I took a photographicalisation of the mornings… well, near lunchtime now, view!
I’m not sure why, the the odd chubby cloud on the top left of this photo, seemed out of place to me, but it did? An alien spacecraft incognito? Haha!

Carer Joe-Anne arrived. We had a netter… or even a natter, while she sorted the meds out for me. A good gal!

WARNING: X-RATED BUT HILARIOUSStarting with a visit to the WC.
Cleaning the teeth, yes, the gums bled!GC tooth gumShaving produced… ready for this?
Not a Single Cut! – .
Showering… Ah, well, that didn’t go too well.
Got the shower chair in position…
Went to close the shower curtain and…

The end loop shot off of the ceiling rail. Then the fun started; I had to fetch the little step ladders from the front room, to reach to replace the ring. against 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.
I used the flattened step ladder as I would a walking frame to get back to the wet room. Got inside, and tried to make sure the stepladder was as firm as possible before proceeding up to get to the curtain rail… ! I caught the top plaster on the right leg, against a sharp bit of bent metal on the step, and off came the plaster pad, followed by a fair amount of flowing fluid & blood! Argh!
I got some kitchen towelling on the hole in the leg ASAP, and it wasn’t long before I realised that this was not going to work. Being a Sunday, there were no district nurses on duty, so, being a man of the calibre wot I am, I did not panic, and coped calmly, and practically with the situation at hand. I went in the front room to get a pad from the nurse’s dollop of medical stuff…
I found one about the right size and returned with it to the wet room… As I entered, I managed to bang my right shoulder against the door frame. This was already still painful from the Covid jab, and now, it had set off . I wasn’t sure whether to cry, scream or what! I had to stop for a moment or two to collect balance and mind… not that collecting my mind would be of much use. HaHa!
Then, I found I’d left a trail of blood from the front room, and hallway, to the shower! I opted to cry!  Not really!
Dried up the bit of blood still flowing, and decided to get on with the curtain hook, then get the shower and let the leg get plenty of water on it, then dry it, and put the pre-medicated plaster onto the wound.
I shut the door, gingerly got up the ladder, and on the fourth try, got the hook back in the curtain ring.
Got into the shower, settled into the chair as instructed, and pressed the start button…
I’d not turned on the power box!!! That being outside in the hallway, I went out to the hallway and pressed it. Nearly tripping over the slippers I left outside the wet room door to get into in the event that I would ever be able to get through this painful marathon ablution session alive, of course! But it wasn’t over yet…
Back into the shower, settled again in the chair, and pressed the button, and the water flowed.
The nurse told me on Friday that I can shower again, but need to make sure the plasters are kept dry. The actual showering went reasonably well once I started… apart from the customary cracking of my elbow on the grab rail. At least I didn’t head but the power box this time.
Spent a good while having a good scrub-up. I got out, and dried myself off without too much hassle… which now left me with the two most dangerous tasks; personal medicationalisationing areas to be treated, and getting dressed! Fear didn’t come into it… I tackled the jobs as any heroic, brave, disabled nerk would.

The earholes were olive-oiled
Drank milk for

Blepharitis gel was applied to the eyes.
Germolene & Germoloided.
Gelled.
Phorpain Gelled , and
Gengigelled
Both eyes.
Pain Relief Taken.
Peptac for &
Saline Nasal Spray was used.
Medicated plaster was put on the leg wound.

Getting the PPs on…

No injuries! Just painful!

I applied a 20/1 solution of Dettol to the legs.
Which looked better than yesterday.

Stung a bit, but nothing to hero like me.

I’d just got out of the wet room, as was arriving. He’s bought the laundry back up for me. I’m afraid it was more than damp – as I squeezed the dressing gown taking it out of the bag, water escaped and dripped on the already blood-wet carpet!
Medications given. No painkillers cause I’d already had the Codeine. No Peptac was needed cause I hadn’t eaten anything yet, and we had a little natter.

Then I got the cleaning up done from the ablution disasters – this is all a common happening for Inchy.

While events were still in the affected memory, I got writing this piece above.

I was still writing this, many hours later, when Benjamin returned on his last visit.
He helped me get the diabetic socks back on. Emptied the urine jug for me as well.

I was so tired out and still in a little discomfort after the farcical ablutions session.
So turned off the computer.

Took this photograph as I checked on the spuds cooking.
A kitchen view, straight ahead.

Then got the nosh prepared.
A none-meat, meat Soy pie.
Boiled & sliced potatoes,
And rock-hard baby beetroots.
Flavour Rating 6.2/10.

Washed the pots, and got down in 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. In search of some sleep about 03:00hrs. It took a while.

♥ Go Forth, & Find Fun & Festivities! ♥

Inchy: Saturday 28th October 2023 Massive Memory Blank

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Much improved colour now I’ve got some of the nocturnal Catheter pouches to use!

The carer took this shot of the leg when changing the straps & long diabetic socks.

The leg and ankle straps are laid out and ready to be used tonight. Must get the laundry done, and the waste bags have not been taken & I keep forgetting to ask the Carers to take both for me. Tsk!

The first-morning view photo.

Two hours later, a little misty.

Another hour and a change again.
End car park view.

Computer on, blogging started.

Late morning through the balcony.

Amazing clouds.

It was a late try from the sun to get through the clouds.


Early evening cloud views.
Wonderful!

Late evening clouds.

OUT OF IT MIND BLANK
Unbelievable! I lost about five hours of memory!
When I rebooted the memory, I recall going into the kitchen tosee what to have for tonight’s nosh. And vaguely of the Carer Calling. Carer Chloe, I think. However, I’d done a lot of artwork on CorelDraw in preparation for tomorrow’s blog, and many templates had been made. Cannot recall doing any of them, but they are all on file on the Admin page of WordPress?
I looked at one, and it had errors that even I should have spotted when creating it – naturally, I’d made the same mistake on all of them! Grrr! pillock

I think I did an Asda order for next Tuesday… I’d better check. Yep!

It’s not the Worst Day of the year, but one of my oddest!

Cheery-Bye!

Inchy: Fri 27 Oct 2023 Feeling a bit better – I may regret saying that!

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Mist Morning

Made the first of the two mugs of proper tea permitted to me. Of course, I am allowed as many mugs of the spit-producing, tasteless crappy decaffeinated tea as I like; but I don’t like it at all. It tastes like medicines did many years ago… but blander, yet leaves a bitter taste. Urgh!

Photo from the kitchen window.
Complete with a reflective flash-flash!

Later on, a view of the massed car park.

Arrived. There is no need to do the leg & ankle straps; the nurse is calling today. I hope. We had a natter and laugh while she did my medications.

Titivated the kitchenette a smidgen and sorted the waste bags out. Then, a quick sweep up.

A new gal to me. Soon, I got the diabetic socks off and medicated the one still leaking papule for me. Then, I got the fresh socks and leg and ankle straps fitted.
All done & dusted!

Made the second call of the day. He recognised my angst about the texts and emails being sent to me asking for the meter reading. I’ve no idea which numbers they need.
After looking at the meter,  Victor decided they did not need a meter reading, as it was automatic? Thanks, Victor. 

Busy day today. As I was on the computer doing my blog, the door chime rang out . I thought it was the next Carer coming early and waiting for them to show themselves in the room. Then a second was heard. I couldn’t get to the door in time for whoever it was, and then… noticed inside the door on the waste bin box, the ‘s!
Great news! Now, hopefully, the urine colouring will improve. Four nights without any, have made the bladder evacuations very dark and stinky! Hurrah! These were of the old type, not bother much, but fiddlier if I have the shakes or cramps when I have to fit or release them.

The Tomato-Slicing Tarradiddle: .
I decided to get some tomatoes sliced and put them in the fridge to use later. I’ve a little tip here for fellow PN sufferers about slicing tomatoes.

It is best not to leave your fingers in the way of the knife! Especially take care of stabbing yourself down the nail of the digit mentioned above. It hurts.
To add insult to injury, to put it, the tomatoes were foul and bitter-tasting! Examining the pack, I espied they were Spanish. Had I noticed this when I bought them from the Co-op store on Mansfield Road when on my way to the Covid jab, I would not have touched them. Humph! They got dished after all that hassle! Tsk!

Did the midday call. He was concerned about me not getting the bedroom cleared. Pointing out that the bladder will never improve until I do so. He asked if he could ask if he could have a go at it for me. I pointed out that his company are not insured to do this, so he can’t oblige. He did an excellent job of getting the straps on the legs & ankles fitted. He has a knack for doing these complicated strappings.

The night was falling earlier now.
But still a certain beauty to the view.
A pareidolian picture indeed.

I made the meal of the day…
Mushrooms, savoury French Fries and no-meat meat slices in gravy. A pot of children’s jelly to follow. Well!

This meal did not stop me from waking up in the morning with more than a few empty Cheesy Curl packs in the bin!
GUILTY!

TTFNski!