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Inchie Today: Friday 24th October 2025

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If there is a creator,
A human being’s maker…
And mahap, a world creator?
A Universal manipulator-manager?
A taking the piss-connoisseur?
A being, a God, or a creature?
An atmospheric-based AI server?
Who toyed with the death of the dinosaur,
Cavemen appeared from the sea or river,
Eventually, inventing things like fire,
Clubs to get sex, then candle-power,
Giving humans dominion over fish? Or,
permitted us to make our own culture,
With vague guidelines, a schadenfreude?
Jealousy, greed, the urge to murder,
Wars, battles, more urges to conquer,
Swords to guns, death-tolls ever-higher,
Politicians, Oligarchs, greedily prosper,
Proletariats employed as a gravedigger,
Due to stink, we invented the sewer,
Then our weapons went nuclear,
We learned to use threats and fear…
Each leader, a prospective queller,
This is why so many are drug sellers,
There have never been so many murders,
This is not counting the endless wars,
So many faiths, constant supersedure,
Ordinary folk are getting ever maudliner,
Oligarch, politician, each a thimblerigger,
Only  their wealth grows bigger,
All houses of faith are no longer sacra,
Did you expect this? No need to answer,
Not that you ever have, of my prayer, 
Why have you permitted our technomania?
Politicians developing megalomania?
Child Molesters, those with kleptomania?
Speaking as an Englander…
I think we are getting stupider…
We’ve gone & voted in Labour!
Worst of all, the PM is Starmer!
Let me know why, please, Sir…
Will I ever get wiser?
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Catch up from yesterday.
Carer Mirza made the last call tonight. Great to see him for more than one reason. First, he is in the same mould as Carer Ejaz. 
During his visit, I lost the TV remote. We both searched. Even moved the c1968, tatty, scruffy, unkempt, uncomfortable, virus, microorganism, bug, bacterium, bacillus, germ, parasite producing, eyesore-horrendously grungy, disease-fermenting second-hand, beige-coloured, £300, charity shop bought, crumb-retaining, moth-eaten, non-working, itch-encouraging, incommodious, Haemorrhoid Harold testing, catheter tube yanking, recliner, in case it has slid underneath. Mirza checked my dressing-gown pockets, under the bed, all the drawers, and the kitchen… I couldn’t believe it; I heard something fall while I was in the recliner. We moved the ottomans, looked in them, and on the floor, but no remote control. As I was checking under the Carer’s table in the catheter tackle box, in case I’d dropped it in there, Carer Mirza declared he’d found it! Yahoo! It had slipped… don’t laugh, if you can help it, it was in a pouch on the side of the recliner. He told me they put that on all of them so you can store the remote control safely. Fool? I am a fool? No, that’s not a strong enough word! Tsk! I need help.

Last night’s meal

Skyline before getting my head down.
But the event of the evening kept from drifting off; mostly self-demamatory thoughts, and joined in.

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06:15hrs: Got the nocturnal catheter pouch off of the day bag. As I stood up, I remembered to do the balance exercises.
As I was doing them, the need for the Porcelain Throne arrived. So, after a couple of minutes, I was on my way to the wetroom. This session caught me off guard and left me a bit confused. The movement was of a Trotsky Terence style. But the pain it gave me was terrific. That’s the wrong word!

I gathered the Health Check clobber and put it on 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, bacillus encouraging, incommodious, Haemorrhoid Harold testing, recliner. When the Carer arrived to do the tests for me.

Carer Ejaz arrived minutes later; I had thought he would be a little earlier. He’s bought a car, a Vauxhall Nova. He showed it to me on the balcony, parked in the front car park. I took a photo of it… But, as with so many lately, it had disappeared into the ether from the SD card when I got around to loading it into CorelDraw. How does that happen so often?
Ejaz issued the medications, Peptac, removed the straps and under-cover from both feet, and checked how Lymphorrhea Leslie’s legs were looking. They looked far better now. After refitting both leg straps and undercovers, he began a body check and came across a worrying sight. He photod it.
It seems I am now getting the Lymphorrhea Leslie effect above the knees!
Blobules of lymph fluid had appeared overnight. We’ll see how they go before telling the District Nurses. I have known myself to get them and tell the nurses who come three days later that they had all but vanished. So we weren’t too worried. Of course, I may regret saying that. Hehe!
Ejaz carried out the Health Checks. The BP is still a little too high, as it has been all week… again. Thankfully, the lad was like his usual self.

I made a brew of tea, but with a touch of sadness. My small China mug. It had fine, thin spiderweb cracks and was leaking away. (A bit like the new day catheter bags, Humph!) I sulked a little and realised with my luck, it had to happen! I loved that mug; the tea tasted so much better. Sob! The mugs Jenny gifted me are still here, unbroken though. Thanks, Jenny.🤎

A TEMPORARY PANIC!
I was working on the blog and using Word Hippo to aid with the Ode, and everything froze.
Word Hippo was immediately closed.
Then a Warning came up about Word Hippo being a dangerous site. I’ll see if I can find another alternative site to use, and I deleted it from the icon list. Shame it was an incredible site; before they went advert-mad. So easy and intuitive to use. Humph! Does anyone know of a safe, similar site to try?
Then I got a warning from Norton about WordHippo being a dangerous site. Offering to do a free Entire Site Virus check. So, I clicked ‘Yes’ at 10:30hrs. Life went into limbo then.
It checked my computer, then the extra storage thingy, and then even the ancient (1989) CorelDarw clipart CD. Which, if I followed it correctly, told me it had 184,000 pieces of (terrible) childlike clipart on it, that needed to be checked. A long job!
I went into the kitchen, handwashed some socks, hung them up to dry, and returned to watch as the number of checked files rose on the screen.
I took a photo of the lovely sky. Returned to the computer and waited for the checks to be completed by Norton.
Which they were, at 12:30hrs! With a result that I least expected. ‘Nothing to resolve,’ it told me. Also, I had to close and open the computer after these checks and any corrections were completed. So, I did. Opening it up and the browser, then CorelDraw.
I thought another mug of tea was in order after that marathon do-nothing session.
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I’d left the hot water tap (faucet) running, and the water had gone stone cold! So much for my planned afternoon ablution session!

Life is getting much harder!
Problems coming at me like an armada! 
Life is no longer avuncular,
I fear I’ve got aprosexia,
All I want is ataraxia,
I frequently get dysphoria,
I grow emotionally knurlier,
And I walk into doors and furniture!

Ejaz returned for his quick 13:00hrs check.

Then the toenail cutter arrived. She coped with having to remove the straps & underpads from both legs and feet to get at the toenails, £35!

Bonus Cartoon from 2023


Crude, but funny? Haha!

Ejaz did his teatime call, checked on the straps, and new Lymphoria bloblets; they seemed no worse.
While creaming the knee, he asked if the legs were bothering me. I replied, “No, they have been calm all day!” Seconds later, as I moved from the chair… ARRGH! I think it was a combination of Arthur Itis and Cartilage Chloe giving me grief; between them, they almost had me over. Hehehe!

I set about removing hundreds of posts from the WP gallery that were from a 2023 search. But I did find some Odes that I could do back then in graphic form; can’t today —not enough memory. Which prompted me to have a clear-out on the WP gallery. Having to delete them one at a time, it took me ages. 
Does anyone know a quicker way, please?

Well, time to get a meal of some sort, sorted.

I got some mini-potatoes cooking in the oven. A can of mild curry, with Bovril & vegetable seasoning added. Heated this in the microwave, and added the potatoes to the pot, added some vinegar to the potatoes, and got 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. Put a recorded ‘Heartbeat’ episode on, and dined away, I almost felt content then. But…

As I stood up with the tray in my hand, gave way on me! Luckily, I avoided a meeting with the floor by leaning back into the recliner… With a thud, a clatter from the dropped tray as it spread the contents all over the carpet, and felt the blood coming from !
The protection pants at least stopped it from leaking and running down my legs, onto the bottom, and onto the cushion. t stung a bit! It’s better than having another tumble and weeks spent in the hell-hole of a hospital. I appreciated this even while suffering in relative agony as I tried to get up again. t seemed that Catheter Chloe and Arthur Itis were upset with me plopping down, and showed me this in their usual way – pain-giving! umph!  
I put the tray and things in the kitchen sink to soak; the water was at last warming up a bit.
Off to the wet room to change the PPs, clean up and medicate Arthur Itis and Chloe. Strangely, the most painful part of it all was getting the PPs on. artilage, Chloe, and I assume the fractured bones in the left knee meant pain when genuflecting the knee. The leg had to be lifted to fit in the holes. Haha!

I finally got things sorted and medicated, and limped off to the kitchenette to wash the pots – so glad I hadn’t left the tap running!

Carer Ejaz did his last call. He left the nocturnal bag out for me to fit later. Ejaz offered me Peptac and a Codeine 30g, which I accepted.

I didn’t tell him of the near tumble and hassle I’d had – I’m forever relating my accifauxpas, Whoopsiedangleplops, lost items and so on to him. Must be a bore, class one to him. 

After the lad had gone, I did the safety check around the flat before retiring. Lights off, fridge & freezer doors closed, windows shut. Taps (Faucets) not left running in the kitchen or wetroom, heater not left on in the wetroom, and shower turned off at the plug. And the door was locked.

Fell asleep with relative ease tonight and had a dream, but I cannot recall its theme. Tsk!
I slept for 7… I say seven hours!

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Better Day today—I didn’t say it was good! Haha!
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Inchie Today: Wed/Thur 22/23 Oct 2025

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Inchie was generally considered to be bonkers,
He thought politicians, mostly plonkers,
He once had an affair with a gal named Bren…
He’s got dementia, so he can’t remember when.
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Continued…
The lift to the hospital arrived about 12:30hrs,
and I was soon at the QMC. The driver took me in and up in the lift to the appropriate department on the second floor. 
I sat in the waiting area, on the seat in the four-wheeled walker. It only felt like five minutes, and I was summoned to an X-ray room to have the fractures looked at. I can’t remember why, but it may have been a fault with the big X-ray; they only checked the fingers and wrist fractures. They were okay, and I was signed off. I’ll be informed of a new appointment to check the knee.
I felt over the moon and was planning to see Carer Ejaz at the 17:30hr visit.
As instructed, when I received a signing-off completion card, I was to take it to the department’s waiting room desk and place it in the red container. A few minutes later, a lady came to check if it was my card and informed me that the transport had been advised of my waiting to be collected. It was about 14:30hrs.

At around 15:15hrs, a lady asked me if I’d like a drink. With the small day catheter bag filling, I exercised caution. I’ve had enough of catheter bag leakages this month as it is; they tend to occur if I let the pouch get too full. I thanked her and declined the kind offer.

Around about 16:00hrs, another receptionist came to me to ask if I was alright as it looked like I was about to fall out of the chair. (I’d nodded of) Adding, your lift will not be long now.

I got up and strolled around the floor and other departments’ waiting areas for a nosey, and to keep alert and awake. Back to the Fractures waiting area, and swiftly nodded off again. Zzz!

Waking up at 16:30hrs or thereabouts. Noticing that the waiting area had only about eight people there, compared to about 24 on my last awakening. Fell asleep again. Realising that there was no way, even if they arrived now, that I could get back to the flat in time to take the medications. Zzzz!

17:10 hours; I woke up to find myself alone in the massive waiting area, and the three receptionists had now become one. Some lights had been extinguished, and staff in their civvies kept passing by me on their way home. Zzzz!

17:35hrs: The lone lady woke me up to tell me that they would have to move me to another department, where I could wait for the lift. I was not annoyed or angry, as I fully expected a marathon wait for Hospital Transport. I’ve had this before, although it’s never been this long a wait. 

18:00hrs: I arrived in a ward corridor, and the lady explained why she was leaving me there to be collected. Zzzzzz!

Awoken by a nurse, I’m not certain of the time, because as she woke me, I could see two ambulance men approaching along the corridor.
It was pitch dark when we got out to the vehicle. Rush hour was in full flow. Two sociable types who had had a rotten shift were talking of having after starting their lift run; three more added! It cheered me up knowing that they were on their way to me, expecting to arrive at 15:20hrs, as planned, when they got the extra ‘urgent’ pick-ups called in. They had to travel to Bleasby and Ruddington, I think they said. That is why they were so late. They looked and sounded depressed, I have to say. But once I started telling them about my day, they lost their depression and as one said; That’s the first time we’ve had a laugh in weeks on this job! Hahaha! 
They got me up to the flat, after they said their cheerios, my first job was to empty the dangerously full catheter. Boy, it’s never stunk so bad, ever! I thought I was going to pass out. Haha!

I was going to get a wash and change, and Ejaz arrived about 21:00hrs. Only a short visit this one. We decided to take off the Ready-Wrap liner and straps from the legs in the morning. So I can get a much-needed shower and ablutioning session.

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I’m not keen on my transformation… here’s why…
Although no doubt there will be worse anigh,
My awareness is so bad that I can’t understand AI,
Stuck indoors, with no cleavages to descry…
I pass wind, that I need to defunkify,
No social life, probably due to my differentiae,
The Doctor tells me I have streptococci,
Why not say flu or pharyngitis? Why profundify?
Politicians do this too… they also openly lie,
Why do I have the urge to self-vilify?
Dark-Dank-Depression-Darius brings me inertiae,
High-Mood-Horis, make me uncaring — why?
The last time I experienced any contentment or fulgor…
It was donkey’s years ago, with Grizelda and Olga,
Mental & physical problems —were they my fault?
Do you think life is becoming a struggle? Arduouser?
Is it old age, decaying mind & body making me moroser? 
Discountenanced, more agitable, alarmable, panicable?
Getting older means more turbulence, wretcheder?
Querulouser, everyday tasks get more difficulter,
Then we ended up voting for Starmer!
Who robbed each pensioner & family farmer,
Starmer, the flaneur, fraudster and finagler!
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Missed off of the last blog—sorry.
Still working on the gravel path.
Last night’s much-needed and thoroughly enjoyed meal medley. Slurp, Gobble!

I rose around 0620hrs. Got the pouch emptied, and went for a freshen-up in the wetroom. The inevitable Porcelain Throne evacuation was even controlled by Constipation Conrad, which surprised me and poor Harold’s Haemorrhoids.

I was planning to get a full-works ablution session after Ejaz called. Including a shower, I’ll ask him to remove the legging straps and liner from each leg and foot. Ask him to put them back on on the next visit. (Which he kindly did for me later).

On to the computer to finalise the Tue/Wednesday blog. It didn’t take too long. But I lost time looking for my reading glasses, then realised I’d left them in the four-wheeled walker yesterday.

Ejaz arrived, and I was a smidge concerned for him; he was his usual self today. Ejaz was like a different person this morning. My EQ told me he was upset or uptight about something. He said, ‘No problem. ’ He issued the medications and removed the leg straps and liner for me. Then checked the Health Check figures were correct, and he took them for me. I hope he regains his usual spirit later. He departed, and I got ready for the shower and ablutioning session. 

A grand job was enjoyed. Just one teeny-weeny cut shaving, the teeth and gums didn’t bleed at all. 
I did the medicating of the private parts. After I’d cleaned the wetroom and put on the protection pants and slippers. Then used the aftershave and body fresheners on myself.

The only problem was that after I hung the towels on the dryer and returned to the computer, I could not find my reading glasses again. I returned to the wetroom, convinced I’d left them in there, but no luck. So, I searched the computer/junk room.
I thought I’d looked everywhere, spending 15 minutes searching, but couldn’t locate them. 
Back at the computer, I had another search for them, with little hope and some confusion. 
I searched through 20 pairs of old glasses, hoping I might have put it in with them during a seizure. It took me ages, trying on each pair in the hope of being able to read… But, No!
I made a third search of the wetroom.
I took so much time that Ejaz returned for his 13:00hrs call and pressed the intercom to get in!
I returned to the computer to put it in freeze mode… And saw the glasses on the counter in front of the landline phone! Unbelievable! Mind you, I was obviously struggling to find them with no close-up goggles on. They are thin black-framed specs, and I’d put them on the black spyglass—perfect camouflage! I did feel a fool!

Ejaz was still looking a little down and didn’t respond when I tried to cheer him up. Ejaz gave me Peptac, a Codeine 30g, and then Ejaz barrier creamed, phorpained, and foamed my body areas in need that I could not reach without too much pain or causing Dizzy Dennis to arrive, almost in silence. I hope whatever is bothering the lad can be cleared up. Bless him.

The sky changed with streaks of incredible clouds.
The view got a little misty after that.

I went to investigate what to have for my meal.
I opted for a ready-made meal.

Then things took a turn for the worse, computer-wise. An HP message came up, “Do you agree to HP altering your hard drive? Not the foggiest idea why, but I do know the computer is not in good health, so I’m going to click ‘Allow’ and finish this blog early to get it posted. It may well be my last one. Then, I’ll post the blog quickly, and turn it off and on to see if it still works, or not.

FINGERS CROSSED 

TTFNski Each

Inchie Today: Tue/Wed 21/22 October 2025

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Suicide? I’ve resisted all acquiescences
Over-eating: What are my chances
 What foods? I’m full of indecisiveness,
Marmite, baked potatoes with extra-strong cheeses,
Shortbread biscuits, keilassa, smoked hostages…
Sorry, Starmer, that should be smoked sausages,
Wandering eyes, keen on cleavages…
Which can have some disadvantages,
Dagger eyes, a smack in my gob are discouraging,
Nice thick thighs hold a dangerousness,
I try not to ogle, but I think this is wise.
Cause it does bring out the gagger-eyes,
I get excited, have to rest on the chaise,
I used to take the wrong medicine doses,
Now it’s the responsibility of Carer Ejaz,
I blame Starmer & his accomplices,
Thighs remain on my list of appetencies,
I crave to stop my obscurity & ambiguities,
Toilet on time? I’ve no control over my incontinencies,
The neurosurgeon anticipates my neurathenias,
I must no longer air my pathetic grievances,
My cartillages, Arthur Itis or my Charlie Horses,
Stop my self-pity, & curses,
Laugh at ex-barrister Starmer’s perfidies,
Oh, and order some more nebulisers,
Try to listen as Herr Starmer mythologises,
In an effort to impress & get backhanders,
I give up my hopes for a UK ptochocracy…
I’ll try to forgive Starmer for his profligacies,
His lies, conceit, and his peccancies,
Stop worrying about HMGs justices,
I’d love to have something that stirs my juices,
A cuddle, compassion, hopefully some petrissages
Free myself of my inconsequentialness,
To regain a degree of my past indomitableness,
Maybe, try to accept my ineffectualness, 
But hang on at all costs to my equitableness,
Am I going insane? Will I give up & join the quitters?
Can I cope with any more of life’s helices?
I’m surrounded by so much inhumaneness,
Or has inhumaneness changed? I see the difference,
Compared to when I was fit & had youthfulness…
Logicality, hope, awareness and sensibility,
One thing I’d like to see go, specifically…
Is my late-life depressionability!
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Not such a lot on today. I ran out of time. Had to get it done, though. Tomorrow is a big day for me. The visit to QMC Q-HOCA3 Hand-on-Call Fracture Clinic. Wednesday 22-October-2025 at 13:30hrs. With Ms Alexia Karantana, or one of her team. Sometimes delays can occur, and you may be seen later than your appointment time. Any ongoing delays are posted on a television in the reception area. If you become concerned about the delay, whether it is on screen or not, please locate and ask a team member for an update. 
We have measures to keep everyone safe in our hospitals. (How is a tape measure going to help?) 
If you have Covid, cold or flu-like symptoms, or diarrhoea and vomiting, please do not attend the appointment. Contact your booking team (Who? Where?) to rearrange the appointment.

Check our website (https://www.nuh.nhs.uk/patients-visitors) for the most up-to-date infection prevention and control guidance.
If you are unable to access our website, contact your booking team at the number below.

Your Outpatient letters are going Digital! We will text you from +447860 039092 with a link to view your letters. You can choose to still receive paper letters and opt out of this service. Currently, not all departments are going Digital, so you may receive a mix of paper and electronic. 
To cancel or change your appointment, contact us on 0115 9249924 ext 93040.
Bring this letter to the appointment. If you have, as requested, a Carer with you for someone with Dementia, please tell a member of our team. 
If you need a translator, please advise our booking team ASAP. 
To help you prepare for the visit and be safe in our care, visit: https//www.nuh.nhs.uk/patiebts-visitors

Travelling to our Hospitals:

Please use public transport if possible due to limited parking availability. 
Medlink’s Park & Ride bus service is available from Queens Drive or Wilkinson Street. This drops off at QMC & City Hospital.
A tram stop is available at QMC. Further information: http://www.thetram.net 
A limited number of Blue Badge parking spaces are available at both Hospitals.
Payment for parking is via the pay & display machines. Card payments are accepted. Cash payments are limited.
Parking Charges: QMC/TC: http://www.nuh.uk/travel-to-the-ropewalk-housewww.nhs.uk/city-hospital. Ropewalk: http://www.nuh.nhs.uk/city hospital. If you are on a low income or are in receipt of certain benefits, you may be entitled to help with the travelling costs to receive NHS treatment. Enquire at the QMC General Office. City Hospital’s cashiers’ office or the NHS Treatment Centre’s Main reception.
For more information about getting to our hospitals, including maps: http://www.nuh.uk/getting-here
If a medical condition prevents you from using public or private transport, call Hospital Transport at 115 919 4477, extension 89708, two weeks before your appointment.
When coming to your appointment, bring a list of your medications. Names, how much and how often you take them. Glasses & hearing aids. Your up-to-date mobile phone number.
If you are using Hospital Transport, you may be picked up, so you must be ready up to three hours before your appointment time. Also, you may have to wait up to three hours for your return journey.
I have to be ready from 11:30 for my 13:30 appointment. Getting home could be a long job. So, I’m not blogging tomorrow; I might not even get this one done in time. Messy!
Got to get everything sorted to take with me, finish the ablutions, then get something to eat.
I’ll see if I can get time on Friday to catch up.
TTFN.

Handwashing

Tea

Evening mug

Afternoon tarmacing progress,

Early Food Delivery

Wednesday Morning.
No stand-alone blog available.
Due to spending so long at the hospital.

06:10hs; Woke up and got up without any resistance from the body or brain.
Took the Health Checks early, but it was not too good.
I’ll try to get some updating done, but I’m not sure when I’ll be able to do it and post it.

I spent an hour gathering things needed to take with me and listing them so Ejaz can make sure I’ve done it right. I could not find my shoes. I’ll ask Ejaz.

The Ocado order arrived. I made some daft mistakes on this one, which seems par for the course. I swapped the catheter to the other leg, the left one, which needs access to the surgeon, and the leg started bleeding when I took off the top strap.

Ejaz arrived, and boy, if ever someone was a saviour, he was this morning. He got my protection pants on. Took a second HC check and recorded them both. He found my shoes for me and got them on my feet.
Did a quick body check and barrier creaming session, then issued the medications.
Checked the list of things in the sit-down-on four-wheeled walker for me, all okay. 

I thanked the lad, shook his hand, and insisted he have a nibble and drinkie in thanks for his help.

He is coming later to do the laundry. I’ll hopefully be at the hospital for I don’t know how long, and as they warned me, there may be a delay of up to two hours to wait for the lift home. My wait this morning was from 11:00hrs to 0130hrs!

Got this done up to here.

From then on, I kept emptying the catheter bag to make sure it just might last long enough… which of course it won’t. So with any luck, there will be a loo for me to empty the bag in while waiting about, and not take a dizzy-tumble when I have to bend down.
It was a crying shame I could not afford for Ejaz to come with me to the hospital.
TTFN.
Just about to switch off the computer, and realised the catheter bag was leaking!
On my long shirt, socks, shoes, and the carpet!

It was leaked from the top connection, and the bag around the exit valve had split open!
What a mess! And with the transport likely to arrive at any time, there’s no point in calling the nurses. They would not have arrived in time. I rang Warden Deana, who came up just as I’d fitted a new day catheter – but I paid the price of all the bending. Dizzy Dennis, Confusion Konrad, Shaking Shaun, and the mini-seizures started.
I was in a right pickle.
I checked the new setup; it seems to be leak-free. Just ‘Give-it-time’.
I have to be one of the unluckiest twits in Nottingham. Maybe further afield. Tsk!
TTFN.

Inchie Today: Monday 20th October 2025

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I considered this morning, it was time I abstained…
From life, hard enough, is making me addlebrained,
I grow more physically & mentally, totally drained,
With so many problems that can’t be solved,
Old ones, new ones get me so aggravated,
Computer mysteries, CorelDraw, nothing gets alleviated,
Blue screen, my hard drive memory terminated…
Imminent failure, it can’t be ameliorated,
Think my bank account might be being pilfered,
Plans, hopes abandoned and or distorted,
Is my sanity being manipulated…
I am so very depressed and frustrated…
Promised help is never allocated,
I’ve never been so beleaguered!
I’ve never been so bumfuzzled, flustered,
I’m full of anguish, melancholy and misery, 
Pathetically self-pitying, life now has me shtupped,  
I used to be a social dizzard…
It’s been donkeys years since I last Kvelled,
I think it must have been while being lactated,
My brain was sharp and uninhabited,
Now I find it’s got dementia, & been watered,
At the clinic on the 22nd, I might get Trephinated,
I always seem worried, fretting or wherreted,
Whatever my fate, it’ll just have to be accepted.
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I fear the worst shortly. Sod all is getting done in my efforts to get help. The appointments and lifts for them keep changing, despite Ejaz doing his best to sort and arrange them for me. 
Into the valley of life, the idiot limped.

Colourful this morning.

Early morning view.

Problem after problem with the computer again.
Google changed things and confused me.
Grammarly stopped working.
Hearing aids packed up again!

I tried to get Grammarly to work again. Clicked on the use Google option – and got a screen…
Huh!
Went back and pressed the other options.
Nope!
Turned everything off and restarted.
Then tried again…
Lost now.

Two hours of further failures.

Then the .
It was a District Nurse to examine the leather-skinned leg and ankle skins.
She found that the lesions were bleeding when she took off the right leg’s bandage. Deciding to put on two different ankle and leg straps on both legs.
Asking if the Carer can take them off every morning, when you need to have a shower or wash your feet in a bowl. He can put them back on at his next call. My first thought was that with winter coming, I’m going to have a few cold periods without socks or straps on. She left a guidebook on how to put the ankle and straps on and take them off.
Cover
Left/right thigh instructions
Left & right toe & foot
Arm & wrist
Care instruction details.
Leg, Ankle & Foot.
All fitted.

Ejaz spent too much time trying to sort out a lift for the Neurology visit for me. Bless him.
It took us hours, and we got refused in the end.

Then he tried the Doctors to find out about the flu and COVID-19 vaccinations, t see if they were still coming to me for it. They aren’t!
After all his efforts, we still can’t sort it out.

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Going to sort something to eat now.
Potato nuggets, sausage, garden peas, Milk Roll bread, and a Lemon & Lime yoghourt.

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Inchie Today: Sunday 19th October 2025

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Last night, I tried to learn to be a sky-reader,
I was advised on how by my new Grim Reaper,
I felt like an augurer, clairvoyant, an astrologer,
It was so easy for me to become a prognosticator,
Messeger flowed to me, informed me, without a palter,
I felt as if I had become a  psychic, a sibyl, a visionary,
My seeing future events could not have been clearer,
Like I was a prophet, druid or soothsayer,
A psychic, a haruspex, a wisdomed sage, a heralder,
A fortuneteller, mind reader, or a druid-soothsayer,
Hypothesiser, prophesier, seer, diviner, foreteller,
A theurgist, pishogue, sangoma, or an oracler,
The clarity of the details could not be lucider,
Grim’s system could not be any user-friendlier,
“Read the sky only when you suffer paranolia”…
“Do it straight after you’ve had a seizure!”,
“Best when you just listened to Starmer”!
“This’ll empower you to be a prestidigitator”,
I asked him if he meant a wizard or a conjurer?
“Well, no, but they’ll all of us, to get rid of Starmer!”

I did all he suggested; it helped my being agnosticall.
After a seizure, EQ on form… this is apocryphal…
The cloud formations spoke to me, spoke antithetical,
Clouds took turns in advising me; there were many.
Each forecast was doom-ridden, at the least, melancholy,
Each of the coming failings, due to Starmer, you see,
One pointing out Starmer speaking lies, anecdotal…
Unscientifically, qualitative and circumstantial,
I moved up to contact the planets, and was able…
Pluto only spoke of things like faith & hagiography,
I did get a forecast, though, out of Mercury,
About my visit to the neurologist on Wednesday,
Water on the brain, but my hippocampi…
Would soon be killing off my bit of memory…
I didn’t know it would get personally advisory?
To cheer us up, Starmer will lose his grip, Pluto says,
He will be forced out of office, in a mental haze,
He’ll return to his barristerisationings,
But end up on the streets, selling dodgy aftershaves,
This Ode is one of my worst ever, most horrendous…
I’ve just reread it, and I’m feeling bilious!
I thought I was known for my broadmindedness,
This effort is basically cockamamie, inferior, unstudious,
Grammarly-deficient, dissatisfactory, & ludicrous,
It seemed to have such fun, wit, and good ideas,
I now read it, and found it to be disceptatious,
paid me short visits,
But visits were exiguous,
Although his visits were by far the shortest,
They brought me joy; they were conspicuous!
This ‘Sod-’em-All’ mood, known for its ephemeralness,
Gives me a feeling of ephemeralness…
I love Horis’ killing off Darius’s efficaciousness,
Yet guilt lingers, not a part of Inchies…
Fretting, worrying; yes, not bothering is erroneous,
But gawd-strewth, it feels great, and that’s the truth!
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I stirred at around 04:00hrs. Tried to work out what was needed today. Realised I’d only had two hours kip, in the c1966, £300, second-hand charity-shop bought, crumb-containing, odour-retaining, Harold’s Haemorrhoid-testing, nauseatingly beige coloured, non-working, virus-breeding recliner. And was soon back in the land of nod, with sweet Morpheus.
I stirred for the second time at 06:00hrs. A reluctance to rise lingered, but was soon shattered by the imminent start of a rear-end movement. Good job that I was in the recliner, which was much easier and quicker to get out of than the hospital bed. I had a mild panic attack as I stood up too quickly and all but lost my balance. Then grabbed both sticks and dashed, well, that’s not the word, more, sort of hobbled and limped hastily to the wet room. I made it with seconds to spare. The pants I tore off, and I’m glad I did, if I’d faffed about taking them off, I’d have been in a right mess. No need to clean myself, my legs, or the floor this time, as is often the case, I was ‘Seconds away from disaster!’ Then I realised that I’d dragged the nocturnal cather bag with me, but no or damage to report.  I emptied it into a bowl and took it to the WC for disposal. It was an excellent colour for once. The lightest it’s been for many a month. As I I put the computer on, the . Off to the hallway to press the button to admit Carer Ejaz. Chimed out, and Ejaz came in. He was in good form this morning. The broken knee, and and were medicated. Medications given. And a body check was carried out. He was concerned about my going on my own to the hospital on Tuesday. Although the hospital recommended I take a Carer with me, the lift Deana arranged is for up to 3 hours before the appointment time, with a warning that I might have to wait two hours for a lift home afterwards. (NHS Transport). The Carers could not provide anyone at short notice. I’d hoped things would work out, and I got an Easy Link lift, then it would have been okay. It’s always a good idea if I can take Ejaz because, like with the dentist, he knows about my teeth problems. I couldn’t hear what the dentist was saying, so Ejaz answered and remembered what they told him I should do.
So, I hope I can hear and understand any questions I get, and can remember what went on in the hospital… a lot of it is already just a blur.

Sorry, just had a seizure with terrible after effects.
Waiting for help to arrive.

I’ll put photos on now if time.
Mega full, but so light. It soon darkened.

Tea.

Barrel replenished.

Planned a meal with tomatoes. Make some sarnies, and chips maybe? I’ll see how things go.

Couldn’t eat it all. I ate all the chips, though.

Not feeling very good now, no single thing in particular. CBD: Concentration, Balance, and
Dizziness. With intermittent dollops of Toothache Tiffany, coughing, and Shaking Shaun episodes.

I woke up after 4 hours kip, with the identical afflictions… plus Diarrhorea Diana really took a hold in the morning. With the CDB ailments, I felt terrible. And the hospital appointment due on Wednesday too. Plus no Carer available to go with me… not that I could afford it anyway. Tsk!

Now Grammarly has stopped working!
Clicked to sign in; “fail; mess Bad gateway?”

Tried in the morning; Same results.
Cannot get any help!

Inchie Today: Saturday 18th October 2025

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THE RAW POTATO
Why is it here, beside a worm & a centipede?
He’s told his mother was but a seed,
In his short life, he’s never peed,
Rained on, yes, and he got very soiled,
From his birth home, he was roughly freed,
His family was thrown in a tractor and stored,
Being a big spud, he was selected to be baked…
But Inchie liked him, and he was adopted…
It changed his life forever as the oven heated,
Potato’s essence was to be adulterated…
Destined to be beaten up with cheese & roasted!
But a change of mind, Inchie decided…
Out came a knife, Potty was segmentated…
Sliced, and he was cruelly cut up & chipped!
THE BURNT CHIP
Potato was cut up and thrown into the air fryer,
His skin gone, his shape did alter…
Talk about hot, but it didn’t matter…
His life had not seen laughter or glamour,
Just inactivity, gore, mud, creepy-crawlies galore,
No one to talk to, no bother with any computer,
Not that this mattered anymore…
Burned to a crisp, dried out, but he felt sure…
Inchie would still try to eat him out of hunger,
He’s obviously a gannet, who’s eating more & more,
He’s talking to himself, as he commits potato murder!
Sure enough, he bit into a chip; moreover…
Toothache Tiffany gave out agony from her molar…
As Chip slid down Inchies throat, he did agjure…
To the ‘Potato God’ to make Inchies pain more…
Sure enough, he had a dizzy spell; he fell on the floor,
A crumpled heap, realising this Ode is pure aporia…
From this Odester, fantasiser and wool-gatherer,
Off he drifted to the gates of St Peter…
Who said: Hello, here comes an old, bald meshuggener!
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Five hours of sleep, continuing the slow increase in sleep time gathered over the last five days. I believe the problems might have been my being on the Amoxicillin. The assessed nightly hours of much-needed slumber have been: 
Mon 0, Tues 0, Wed 0, Thurs 4,  Fri 5.
So, it’s going in the right direction.
I believe Hitler thought the same thing on his way to the Russian front. Haha!

05:10hrs: I gently woke up, and that doesn’t happen often, and nodded back asleep almost immediately.
06:15hrs; I woke with the usual jerking around for a few seconds, and forced my legs off of the bed, to make sure I got up this time. As I was taking off the mocturnal catheter pouch, I estimated I’d had five hours of kip. Good! 
Remembered to do the balance exercises for once, and all seemed fair. The only problem I could detect was the left leg’s Catheter, Chloe, which was faux-giving way a few times. She was the same all day. The last thing I want or need is to have another tumble. I think the fear of hospitalisation again is making me more wary. 
I poddled out on the balcony, and took two snaps of the progress made on the Nottingham City Council’s tarmacing of the old gravel path up to the Woodthorpe GrangesPark.
This one, taken on the right, both through the glass windows, was of the Citrus Way end car park. Can you see something different in it? No little red car on the chevrons!

Off to the Porcelain Throne.
For another wet and splurty evacuation, this time nearly caught me out with a second watery torrent splurting out a few seconds after the slodgy-wet first one. Back to the junk room to start the computer, and with five minutes, I was on my way back to the Porcelain Throne. Another wet and over-willing affair, but no follow-up.

I got the update done on the Friday blog and posted it to WordPress. Then made a start in this template I’d already prepped. Fingers crossed, I haven’t made any foul-ups this time with it.

As I opened CorelDraw, it was always a risky business. The damned thing nearly always has something wrong with the first opening of it. This week, as I recall, one day it opened with all the right-hand dockers not showing. Pallets, Text, Transform, Glyphs, and Colour had to be put back on manually. Then, on Tuesday, I think, an error email report opened up while loading. It wouldn’t let me fill it in or close it, so I had to force a shutdown and reload from scratch. It cost me so much memory that I had to use CCleaner, which found two ‘vital’ updates that needed to be installed. Clicked on Install, and was told after a few minutes, “Unable to install”. Huh! 
Then on Thursday, CorelDraw froze while writing text, well, making a border for the text. All off again, gave in a few minutes and rebooted. Huh!
Then it told me several fonts were unavailable!

I made a mug of Redbush Rooibos tea, and Googled the tea’s properties, benefits and side effects. I gave the box of bags to Carer Ejaz to put in the laundry for someone ot pick it up. Apparently, if you are on Warfarin, you should give it a wide berth. So that was that, a lovely flavourful taste as well.  

Carer Ejaz gave me a good going over. Medications. Body check. Hoovered. Foamed & barrier-creamed various ailments as needed.

I was working on this blog.
Suddenly, I found myself lying on the top of the bed, wondering how I got there. The computer was on and had gone into sleep mode. I estimate I’d been there for around two hours. I was so confused, I couldn’t remember why I thought it was two hours, now.
But Ejaz had just arrived for his second call. A short one, and he was asking about the two upcoming hospital visits. I think he said he could not go with me to the hospital on either. The first one, next Wednesday, was too early for him to help. And the second one was on a Thursday. Which was concerning, I think. Cause they will be asking someone who knows what I do when in a seizure to explain to them. How can I, when I can recall noting of the seizures, all I can tell them are the after-effects that I get.
Then again, I was feeling confused when we spoke. I’ll try to clarify the situation when Ejaz returns tonight around 17:45hrs. If I remember to.

I’m going to get my ablutions done now.
Porcelain Throne first, Trotsky Terence again.
Toothache Tiffany’s Teggies were painfully cleaned.
Not a single cut in shaving!  
Fractured knee, Catheter Chloe, Arthur Itis, Shaking Shoulder Shirley, and Twitching Neck Nicolas were all Phorpain gelled. Flabby Tubby Tummy Timmy, Underarm Herbert, Man Breasts Boris, and Two-Testicles-Thomas were barrier creamed & foamed. Blephergelled and dry eye sprayed Glaucoma Glady’s eyes. Nasal spray was sprayed. Then the seriously hurtful job of cleaning and medicating poor Little Inchies’ Fungal lesions was tackled. With very little oohing and arghing, although a curse word or two did slip out.  
I remembered this time to put the barrier cream on top of the Terbifine Hydrochloride.

Giant potato baked and halved. Sliced the flesh, salted and no-butter butter dolloped in.
Very tasty. There I was, with the meal balanced on my conveniently big-enough belly, eating away and watching a recorded TV Heartbeat episode, and wallowing in almost joy and contentment…
In came a landline call. I struggled to get up to the phone without spilling any of the gorgeously tasty nosh. It was Sister Jane, and he was most upset, almost annoyed!
After Nottingham Forest’s 0-3 defeat to Chelsea, Manager Ange Postecoglou was sacked, minutes after another defeat. The poor gal was distraught! Also, this defeat dropped Nottingham Forest into the relegation bottom three teams! I returned to the now cold meal, well, what was left of it. Unfortunately, the potato husks had hardened too much and were upsetting. I’ll ring Jane in the morning to see how she is, poor gal.

Later, I was trying to take some photos of the night sky, but my efforts were rather dismal;
As you can see here, Tsk!
AS I was taking them, Carer Ejaz arrived on his last call. And came to the rescue, taking this one on his super-camera’d mobile phone.
I read that Tim Price uses a cell phone. He takes many great night shots with his camera.
https://offcenternoteven.com/2025/10/16/owl-sighting/#comment-153634

I think I’m not steady enough to hold the camera still.

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Inchie Today: Friday 17th October 2025

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Who is the UK’s greatest harmer?
Naturally, it has to be Starmer,
Starmer the Solecist, Starmer the Schiziest
Starmer, the backhand coercionist,
Starmer the greedy solipsist,
Starmer, the lies distributist,
Starmer, the oligarchalist,
Starmer the non-socialist,
Starmer the abstrusest,
Starmer the subversist,
Starmer, the shadiest, trickiest, & slipperiest,
Starmer, the proven confidence trickster,
Starmer, the political trespasser, the scamster!
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WHAT AN ODD, MIXED DAY!
Last night, it took its usual time to nod off; however, when I finally did, I got an unbroken four hours on the land of nod. I believe I was dreaming, but I can’t recall what about. I moved at 04:30hrs, took off the night pouch and visited the Porcelain Throne. Trotsky Terence controlled and had moved into a karki-coloured soft bloblets spitting, and splashing out fashion. Stunk awful!
It’s nearly midnight as I type this, and I’m so annoyed about the number one cock-up, I wrote so much so early and could get onto it so much quicker and remember things easily that I recorded… so no notes were made to help me now. Grumph! Spit!

ODDITY ONE: I made up some templates later, three days’ worth. I then realised I filled in the wrong one for today when I started it. So changed the dates and copied what I’d done to the clipboard… There were a few photos and five paragraphs of written stuff on it. Carer Ejaz arrived, did a good job treatment-wise, bless him. Afterwards, I finished off the Thursday blog, did it all back to front. I got it completed and posted it off to WP. Nine hours later, I went to finish it off today, and realised I had not pasted it into this blank page. I sit here wanting to cry and angry with myself at the same time! I’d written all this and lost it, and it’s too late to start again! A messy, niggly day!

ODDITY

ODDITY TWO: A series of mini-seizures like never before, and they had gotten less and less to the point where I was thinking they may be stopping. Fool!
The seizures were all small mini-ones, but the aftereffects were mentally crippling, and the bursts of disorienting acidity that shot from my innards, up into my mouth, were discomforting. The mini-seizures lasted for an hour or so, then I didn’t have any more. At one point, I didn’t have time to recover before another one came along. Very odd! 

ODDITY THREE: After the 13:00:hrs visit from Carer Ejaz, I’d recovered from the effects of the flurry of seizures, and we found the address for the Neurology department I’ve got to go to next month. Leengate 1st floor. NG7 2LX. Ejaz will try to ring for a lift for me on Monday. Then I decided I didn’t feel too well, so I made something to eat: a pot noodle with extra Bovril added and some bread to dunk in it. Stayed alert to wash the meal things, and sat in the £300 second-hand shop purchased in 1966, which was a welt-causing, uncomfortable, not working, inspirational, and crumb-containing recliner. And put the TV on, Heartbeat was on. I fell asleep yet again. Had a horrible dream, tormented with things from my past. When I shot awake, I think it was cause Twitching-Neck-Ted was performing; I thought I’d been asleep for a few minutes. I sat there thinking about some things in the dream, and was forced to respond to the non-urgent need for the Porcelain Throne. As I got the walking stick and rose from the recliner, I observed several empty crisp packets in the bin, a lot of them. No wonder I didn’t need to make a meal later on. Coming out of the wet room, having freed myself of another Trotsky Terence Karki Torrent… , then the , and in walked Carer Ejaz on his teatime visit! So, it seems my nod-off must have lasted for at least three hours! My body and brain must be telling me to catch up with all the missed sleep, mathap?

Oddity FOUR: Ejaz found the appointment paperwork for next Wednesday’s Neuroligist visit. Pointed out that I’d left the peas cooking in the pan and turned off the heat. He also turned of the hot water tap (faucet) that I’d left running.

This seems out of sync timewise, I think.

Odds
Early morning view

Looks like they are replacing or upgrading the old gravel path up to the park

Mobility contraption room.
Formerly, the balcony.

TTFN

Inchie Today; Thursday 16th October 2025

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Three sleepless nights in a row. I wonder why?
I’m so tired and weary, I thought I might cry,
Last night, I got into bed really early…
Could not nod off, began to feel surly,
I got up and put the TV on. I wondered why…
I tried the same thing two nights ago,
This failed. No signs of any nodding off or shut-eye, 
I wanted to sing myself a lullaby!
My thoughts began to profundify…
Three sleepless nights in a row. I still wonder why?
Who can I blame? Who should take the responsibility?
To take culpability, is at fault, the liability?
Give who or what the responsibility, accountability,
An Oligarch? A Politician? an anythingarian?
One or more of my ailments? Social abusion?
My thoughts are tempered with antiquation…
Is it Hell’s revenge for my last transgression?
Of course, I’m spouting nonsense, a bletheration!
For lack of sleep’s a floccinaucinihilipilification?
People dying in wars in many a nation…
Innocents killed, wounded, denied medication!
And me, with lack of sleep, in need of furazolidone…
It’s nothing compared to many a war zone,
Why is this Insomnia becoming a fixation?
Or rather, the reason for it; is it an intellection?
Time I think for an Inchie introspection!
Mahap, a side effect of the penicillin medication?
I’ve no collywobbles, cough or indigestion,
I have been overdoing food & drink ingestion…
My bad luck continues, making me feel woebegone,
Problems? Computer, CorelDraw, frustration…
Cartilage problems, Deep Dank Dark Depression,
Arthur Itis, Reflux Roger; Living a delusion?
Toothache Tiffany, Glaucoma Gladys = bad vision,
Catheter Cathy refitted, excellent job done, verbatim…
Starmer as PM? I think it’s a violation!

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I must mention this new problem that’s been with me for five days, to the Community nurse if one comes today. Ask if she can let the Doctor know about it. As for phoning the Doctor, it is virtually ‘Mission Impossible’ to get through. Carer Ejaz has called the surgery and the Audio Centre several times, but without any luck for me this week. The NHS is crumbling as fast as I am.

It was gone 07:00hrs when I finally gave way and moved from the bed this morning. Took off the catheter night pouch. Like yesterday, I was unsteady on my plates-of-meat, balance not good, but for me at least, I’d got things together (I thought) more than usually for that time of the day.
I found myself at the kitchen window, taking shots. How I got there, why I was taking photos that were even worse than usual. I’ll pass on that question. A faux-feeling that things were coming together overcame me, and I decided I may have time before Carer Ejaz arrives, to have a quick bash at the ablutions. So, I did! Off to the wetroom, I poddled.
Trotsky Terence activated as I got in the wetroom, but he didn’t catch me out this time, and I got my bottom on the plastic seat in time .

I still thought I would get it done in time, and cracked on with the painful teeth cleaning. Arrgh! Then a nasal clearout, then on with the shaving. It’s not a good idea to rush this job, but I only cut myself twice!
A quick body wash, and on with the medicationings. Both ears were olive-oiled. Then, the cream and spray on the eyes. Then the application of the antifungal gel to the Little Inchies’ Fungal lesion. Arrgh! 
Creamed the top of the right leg’s scars; they are getting much better now. Then Phorpain gelled Arthur Itis’s knees. I’ll put the NHS gel on knee fractures later when the others have dried. I couldn’t do Carol and Chloe’s cartilage yet because the Phorpain needs to dry properly. I’ll ask Carer Ejaz to do them later. Nor could I bend down to foam the growing leather-like patches of legs. Then I applied the barrier cream underneath my arms, my groin and flabby belly. The application of the Germoloid to my rear end was lovely and cooling! Oh, Yes! I then realised that I’d taken far too long, and was past Ejaz’s usual morning visit time by 20 minutes. I thought maybe he had come in without ringing the doorbell and gone into the front room to sort the medications for me. But no! No signs of the lad, but he sometimes sneaks in and hides, knowing I can’t hear him if he doesn’t ring the bell, and makes me jump. Often, I turn the swivel chair when I think he has come in, but he goes behind it as I swivel, so I see nothing, and then he grabs me. Hahaha! I checked the kitchen and junk room, but there were no signs of the lad. I worried a little at first. He did arrive a little later; I assume he has bus troubles, but he didn’t mention it.
Realising he was going to need t rush to catch up, I didn’t ask him to do a body check.
 Especially as I’d done what I could reach safely during the ablutionalisationings. Ejaz got the medications done, checked the HC figures & and recorded them. He asked if I wanted extra pain killers, Peptac (I took some of that), and validated that I was okay, and departed. He did foam the leatherette left leg, saying it was getting worse; if it stays the same on his next visit, he’ll phone the district nurses. I’ll ask him to do the kness later; the other emolluments hadn’t dried quickly enough anyway. And off he trotted.

Blogging away, I thought I heard some machinery noises coming from outside, so I went on the balcony, taking Kodak Tim2 with me to check. Noticing a sign on the bottom field near the entrance to the tree copse. I took a zoomed-in shot so I could read it; I wonder what they are doing.
I took another snap or two while making a brew of Co-op 99 tea from the kitchen window.
The first one is straight ahead. The second one was of the Chestnut Walk car park in front of the Woodthorpe Court, at Winwood Heights.

Three hours later, after Ejaz’s second visit, during which he Phorpain Gelled the left knee, I meandered into the kitchen again. To make another brew. Glad I did. I was taking just one shot of the view.
Hello, is that a fire I see?
I zoomed in on the next one.
Then still further in for this one.

Used the small mug this time. Checked on the garden peas in the slow cooker.
Got the tea next to the computer. I was a bit nervous at the lack of calamities taking place. Haha!

A contracted nurse arrived.
, and in walked tha nurse to take my blood. A different one this time – I’m glad to say. She had a laugh and chatted. Excellent!

Ejaz did his last but one call. We were both concerned about my lack of sleep. In fact, we looked up the problem and its causes on the web. Stress, medical conditions, medications (look no further), caffeine intake, irregular sleep schedules, and environmental factors.

I made a bit of a feast…
Garden peas, seasoned with vegetable flavouring and light soy sauce, with a bit of demerara sugar, Polish Country sausage, and some frozen Harry Ramsden chip shop chips. Milk Roll bread sarnies, thickly spread with no-butter butter, with sliced tomatoes in them. 
A lemon & lime yoghourt to follow.
I washed the pots and watched some recorded Heartbeat episodes.

In the morning, I found several empty packets in the wastebasket by the bed. Marmite puffs (1), Marmite & cheese Puffs (2), Frazzles (1). Ahem!

Inchie Today: Wednesday 15th October 2025

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I’d like my annihilation of Starmer to be true,
Absolute, painful, embarrassing & thorough,
I’ll not use a gun, a knife or thumbscrew…
But when he crumbles, this is long overdue
His actions reveal he’s a true-blue,
A Barrister seeking power, a well-to-do,
His defeat or death would be my Xanadu,
No details, this Ode is but an aperçu,
He’s more an oligarch, with no affettuoso,
We cannot rid ourselves of him impromptu,
We know how to work out what we need to do,
But I’ll do my best for you, toodeloo!
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Good Morning, Afternoon or Evening

I am not placing any… well, just a few photos below, to see if this stops them disappearing when folks view the blog. Had a lot of them recently. Grrr! And I haven’t the foggiest idea why.

It was even harder to force myself out of bed this morning than it was yesterday. Summat wrong here. I’ve always been a morning sort of bloke.
I woke around 04:00hrs. And thought I’ll beat this unknown morning drowsiness, and get up now. My determination was strong & decisive. ZZZ!
Then I woke again at 06:30hrs. I whipped back the quilt and checked the night catheter bag. ZZZ!
Another waking at 0645hrs. I forced myself through sheer determination to rise: Okay, the truth is I felt the rear trap-door gurgling and a lot of wind escaping. That was enough; the fear of another not getting to the Porcelain Throne on time encouraged me. I was still sitting there, awaiting the torrent to stop as the door chime rang, and Ejaz came in. He shouted out, ‘Are you alright, Gerry?’ Just be a minute, I replied. But of course, with all the cleaning up of the spurted mess, it took me much longer. 
Ejaz carried out a body check and applied barrier cream to three areas (back, groin and belly). Foamed the lower part of my left leg, which was getting a little worse, with crocodile red skin patches. Then he Phorpained the left knee all the way around to help with the knee fractures, Arthur Itis, and Catheter Chloe. He colour-rated the urine and emptied the pouch for me. Medications were issued, and Peptac was taken. He then sprayed the eyes with Blether cream and the dry eyes spray. For the last task, he did the Health Checks with me and ensured that they were appropriately recorded on the graph. Both of today’s BP readings were on a HIGH level. Which was acceptable to me cause they followed a HYPER & HIGHER ones from Monday & Tuesday.

Inevitably, when I got on the computer, Ape-Shit describes the events. It would not let me open Google from the icon, or from the Control thingy. 
Total frustration!
I closed down CorelDraw and gave up.

I was at the end of my tether. Every day this happens. The battle to do the graphics, an Ode, and the HC chart is getting overwhelming, not to mention tackling the rest of the blog.
For a few minutes, I was lost in hatred of my accursed, lousy luck and the impossibility of getting any help. Boy, was I feeling down and out.
Can’t remember ever being this depressed.
Then, I just wandered into the kitchen, not really knowing why, and took some snaps of the view.

Straight ahead…
Then slightly to the left.

I think that maybe I’d resigned myself to the situation without realising it.

I won’t lose any memory or time in putting any of the others on. Bear in mind how low I was.

I returned to the computer after a good while, almost thoughtlessly looking out of the kitchen window, fearing the worst with the damned computer. I think I tried to tell myself that I knew this would happen eventually – no computer, no blog, no email, no ordering food (but that bit was great!).
Could I live without it?

I reluctantly got back to the desk, convinced this was the end, the finish, the death of the computer… Now, had it been Starmer who died, I could live with and possibly celebrate that. Hehehe!

A partial saving grace was when I got the computer back on. Fair enough, Google would still not open, but I tried opening Firefox, and it did! Of course, I could not get to or remember all the Google-saved passwords. So, still could not get into WordPress.
I got on Google from the icon, but it wanted passwords, verification, etc..

A strange inspiration came over me, and I told the computer my problem, asking what I could do to correct it. Unfortunately, I’m not a Computer specialist, a computer technician, a computer software or hardware engineer, a computer scientist, or a computer guru. I think that the collection, as mentioned earlier, might have understood what the advice meant for me and how to implement it collectively. A few of the eighty tips from the site’s advice I was brave enough to try.
But only the ones where I knew I could cancel or remove after they failed. And they did. Not only that, but I was getting more het-up again.
Three hours later, I was again at the point of giving up. Ejaz did a quick call but didn’t understand what I was telling him, and I couldn’t figure out what else I could try. Thanked Ejaz and off he went.
I seem to recall that the last gasp chance would be to close everything, give it a few minutes, and restart, as I did yesterday to get CorelDraw’s problems sorted. This would be about 13:40hrs.

I had no idea it had taken place, but it was confirmed when I came back to reality, with the acidic, horrible-tasting, and smelly gust of wind that came up into my mouth. I thought I had had a mini-seizure; they are the ones that usually have the acid after them. But the after effects were scary this time. I could not get up for a good few minutes. It felt like the room and I were swaying in different directions. I made sure I stayed where I was in the chair. I did not risk standing or walking until things had cleared in my head. Which took ages. While waiting, I made sure I hadn’t been on the computer and caused a mess of anything. I realised I must have been out of it for over an hour. The door chimed, and in walked my ILC (Independent Living Coordinator), Oberstgrüppenfuhreress Warden, and Primo Ballerina, Warden Deana. She had only called to do a Lifeline wristlet check with the NCC controller, which she did first thing. I must have looked and sounded a little odd after the Seizure.
I told her briefly of events and problems I was having.
She asked if I was ready to go into a home yet. I replied, I think it’s inevitable. Because I’m struggling to get help, doing everyday tasks is getting harder and longer. I told her of the farce of ending up with two chairs, but can’t afford a Carer to take me out. And can’t get help with making the self-propelled one safe to use. I can’t get help with the dwindling finances.
Bless her, she looked at a wheelchair for me.
I mentioned that while she was trying to work out how to get footplates on. When I was in the hospital, a social worker said they would see if they could get me help with my finances. A Red Cross person said they would know if they could provide some help. The team included a physiotherapist, an occupational therapist, a representative of Age UK, and a member of the Falls Team. But no one has contacted me. And mentioned the problem with trying to arrange lifts to hospital appointments. Deana (What an Angel) asked for the appointment letters for next Wednesday with the orthopaedic surgeon. Deana rang them there and then. She arranged for a lift each way. This temporarily helped my lack of faith and prompted a visit. 🌺 THANK YOU DEANA 🌺

NOSH
I ate well, at least. (Slurp-gobble)


Inchie Today: Tuesday 14th October 2025

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Do I require a verbal fumigant?
Some control over the money I’ve spent?
Why do I think Starmer is graveolent?
Why in 1963 did I start going glabrescent?
Get so angry, almost incandescent…
With oligarchs, politicians, well, Starmer, I meant,
I know the end of the world is impendent,
Feel I’m in confinement, immurement?
Once I was an individualist, a free-thinker,
As a child, I was a little tinker…
Things changed as I grew older…
Catheter due to my poor bladder,
Bladder infection, turned out to be Cancer,
Now I’ve almost constant diarrhorea,
People tell me I’m a bit of a stinker,
Now I’m a sceptic, like Agrippa,
Physical and mental problems,
My last tumble, that was in September…
Fractured bones in my knee, wrist and finger!
In the hospital, for three weeks I did linger,
In which I had many a seizure, saw a neurologist,
X-rays, cardiac, geriatrics, orthopaedics, bed baths,
Appointment made to see a neuropsychiatrist,
Waiting for an appointment for the laparoscopist,
The hospital was all busy, busy, very little rest…
Under pressure, the medics did their best,
Warden Deana came to see me. She is the loveliest,
She arranged a lift & from the orthopaedic surgery,
Nurse, due for checking on my leg’s Lymphorrhea Leslie,
But Leslie is coming back on the left leg, so, itchingly!
Something is better, though – my eczema and acne!
But a returning ailment is Toothache-Tiffany!
It doesn’t bode well, you may agree…
Adding the mental confusion and argie-bargie…
It looks like it’ll have to be a care home for Inchie,
I speak predictively, presciently, and anticipatorily,
This is going to happen, it’s not quixotry,
I’ll take my loathing & hatred for Starmer with me!
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Mud Gorning!
Again this morning, I woke up in a much better frame of mind and with fewer active ailments. I’m assuming the course of the  Penicillin tablets, which ended last night, had a hand in things. Still feeling tired, but that is nothing unusual over the previous week. I had to force myself to get up until 06:35hrs. After waking up at various times and thinking, at 04:30, I thought, well. If I get up now, I can get the abltions sorted. Zzzz!
04:40; I really ought to get up and make use of the Porcelain Throne… Zzzz!
05:05hrs: I could well have an unplanned rear-end evacuation if I don’t get up. Zzzz!
05:20hrs: Panic Flap, nearly had myself over twice, and clouted Shaking Shoulder Shirley on the edge of the wet room door, and scrambled my dressing gown of ASAP… I made it, but with nothing to spare time-wise, of course, it was a Trotsky Terence affair again. I distinctly recall thinking, ‘Well, at least that got me to get up at last.’ 
0532hrs: I returned to the front room and sat in the £300 second-hand shop-bought c1966. Moth-eaten, bedraggled, grotty, cringingly-beige-coloured, much dilapidated, crumb-containing from my nocturnal nibblings, bug-ridden, itch-inspiring, not working recliner, to take of the Night Catheter pouch.
Zzzz!
05:55hrs. I stirred amb verbally lambasted myself. I really must get up, I’ve got an order coming from 06:30hrs. Zzzz!
06:25, Woke and begrudgingly forced myself back up.
I don’t know how I managed it, but missing the food delivery possibly played a part; it was due between 06:30 and 07:00hrs. 
No sooner had I got the night bag of than I felt the dripping out movement from the rear end!
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To make things all the more painful, yet again rushing hobblingly through the wet room door, I clouted .
Things took a nasty turn, messy-wise. As I had a hold of the pants to rip them off, let rip with a wet, gooey torrent of innards contents.
At that moment, I thought I heard the intercom sound. Panic, I do not want to miss the delivery, and it might have been the nurse from the DVT Warfarin Clinic who came to take my blood, but how do I get to the panel in the hallway in time, in the state I was in? 
Thankfully, when I opened the door and looked across to the unlit hallway, I could not see a light on the panel. So at least I kept the treading of phoo within the wet room, but was still worried in case anyone came while I was in the motion of cleaning myself, the floor, the porcelain and searching for hidden bloblets anywhere in the wet room, up.
I think I used three rolls of kitchen towels and the same number of rolls of toilet paper. And it’s not seven o’clock yet!
I got a good wash, but I dare not turn the convector wall heater on because it’s rather noisy. It would reduce my chances of hearing if, as often happens, people knock on the door and do not use the buzzer thingamajig.
I don’t need to tell you how ashamed I felt.
After cleaning up, I checked the mobile for any messages and got the computer to do the same with the Emails that may have come in while I was cleaning myself and the wet room.
I found an Email from J Sainsbury. Three items were not available, but I didn’t mind that. But they had sent an expensive, ready-to-cook potato meal with a one-day shelf life. I must remember to send it back.

I started on the blog update for yesterday. And had to rush back to the Porcelain Throne! Got there in time more easily this visit. A good job too; the motion was a sort of Whoosh! and all over, splattering the porcelain and my bottom and legs.
Went to wash myself and found I’d left the hot tap on, so it was running cold!
WHAT the Heck NEXT?
Well, I’ll tell yous…
Carer Ejaz arrived, and he couldn’t seem to grasp my tale of woe I was giving me. But I imagine I was a bit uptight about the situations suffered, so I may have been talking too fast.
Before he could do anything medically, the ‘Oh, Susana’ tune came from the intercom. It was the Sainsbury delivery. Ejaz carried the stuff into the kitchenette, loose and put it on the floor. I mentioned I would have difficulty bending down to pick them up, so I leave all the carrier bags near the door to put them into the delivery boxes. No hint of criticism in my voice, after all, the lad was trying to help me.
I remembered the potato meal and asked him to return it to the driver for me. Which he did, bless his cotton socks. So, I had loose food in the kitchen, hallway and front room to sort out when Ejaz left, and he had’t had a chance to do the medicines or medicating, and running out of time. Which I fully understood. He checked that the DC returns matched. Issued the medications, and had a look at my Google Email problem, the tabs had disappeared of the screen. He had to shoot off to get the bus to his next call, and I thanked him most muchly. 

I had a go at getting the tabs back on Email, but gave up when I remembered the food in the hallway & kitchen needed sorting. I got them away somehow. Anywhere there was room, it was a right mess, just like the kitchen and front room are now. I usually take snaps of them, but after the earlier Whoopsiedangleplops and Accifauxpas, I was very attentive & concentration was impossible to glean, adopt or use.
I got back on the computer to put the earlier photos I’d taken on CorelDraw to ready them for use.


While checking the SD card, I saw photos of food, assumed they were old, and deleted them. ARGH!

Then, I touched up the few I loaded on CorelDraw, and then went to get two of the small pork pies with pickle to nibble. Ejax was back on his second call now and spotted some short dates on other products in the fridge. He took a waste bag, which was pretty full, with him when he left to the refuge chute for me.
While I was in there, I took a selection of some of the food delivered to post on the blog. Here it is.
I got some potatoes and garden peas in the slow-cooker. I added some vegetable seasoning and a dollop of light Soy sauce. Then, I made up a bottle with spring water, grapefruit cordial, and soda water. Not too strong, but with the soda water added, it tasted a little tart and tangy.

Back to the computer, and got the above photo on. I also realised I’d made yet more .
I’d missed off the three snaps I took earlier of the morning views on offer.
All of these were taken from the balcony, through the glass. This one straight ahead.
To the right, the treetops of my greatly missed visiting tree copse in the bottom field.
Down to the right, the Citrus Grove end car park. Note the little red car on the chevrons?
Looks like the parks department is getting ready to do some work.

The day has almost gone; it’s nearing the Carer’s teatime visit —any minute now.

I’ve just been to check on the potatoes and peas. Tried a few of each – what a gorgeous flavour!

Added some of my favourites
to the biscuit barrel.

Time to get some food sorted now.
A cheap meal, like this, would have been when I first moved into a flat from home. I estimate what the costs might have been; Peas 1/- at most. Cornish Pasties 1/- each. Potatoes 2p. Gravy 2p. Totalling in old money, 2/4p. That’s less than 12½p in today’s dosh. It cost me over £5 today! What percentage increase would this be? (Arithmaphobia)
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ARRIVEDERCI MON AMI’s