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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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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
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y. 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. 
Handwashing
Tea
Evening mug
Afternoon tarmacing progress,
Just about to switch off the computer, and realised the catheter bag was leaking!
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Colourful this morning.
Early morning view.
Problem after problem with the computer again.
Hearing aids packed up again!
I tried to get Grammarly to work again. Clicked on the use Google option – and got a screen…
Huh!
Nope!
Lost now.
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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.
Cover
Left/right thigh instructions
Left & right toe & foot
Arm & wrist
Care instruction details.
Leg, Ankle & Foot.
Potato nuggets, sausage, garden peas, Milk Roll bread, and a Lemon & Lime yoghourt.
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paid me short visits,
visits were exiguous,
This ‘Sod-’em-All’ mood, known for its ephemeralness,
or da
mage 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 
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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
Mega full, but so light. It soon darke
Tea.
Barrel replenished.
Planned a meal with tomatoes. Make some sarnies, and chips maybe? 
Couldn’t eat it all. I ate all the chips, though.
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05:10hrs: I gently woke up, and that doesn’t happen often, and nodded back asleep almost immediately.
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! 
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.
Off to the Porcelain Throne.
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! 
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. 
I was working on this blog.
Porcelain Throne first, Trotsky Terence again.
, 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.
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!
I’ll ring Jane in the morning to see how she is
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.
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A messy, niggly day!
, then the
Early morning view
Looks like they are replacing or upgrading the old gravel path up to the park
Mobility contraption room.
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Who can I blame? Who should take the responsibility?
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.
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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. 
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.
ahead. The second one was of the Chestnut Walk car park in front of the Woodthorpe Court, at Winwood Heights.
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. 
A contracted nurse arrived.
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. 
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me. I was still sitting there, awaiting the torrent to stop as the door chime rang, and Ejaz came 
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. 
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.
Then slightly to the left.
I won’t lose any memory or time in putting any of the others on. Bear in mind how low I was.
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
visit.
I ate well, at least. (Slurp-gobble)
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let rip with a wet, gooey torrent of innards contents.
Went to wash myself and found I’d left the hot tap on, so it was running cold!
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.
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.
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?
Added some of my favourites
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Horrible day!
Photos & Comments
The catheter pouch, before my nurse tended to it.
Morning view.
Forgot why I took this one.
HC equipment. High BP today.
Aha, got some of the Marmite & cheese puffs.
Too many drinkies. Even though
So tired, only just changed the date.
Copernicus sausage, Potato Rostis, cooked beetroot, tomatoes & cheesy bread rolls.
