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Denizen Inchy: Thursday 29th August 2024

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Annovera bad day, mood-wise.

0:45hrs: Pretty yellow wee-wee. Not much, mind you.

Morning views.
From the kitchen.

I got some clothes that no longer fit me and made two more bags. I don’t know how I can get them to the charity shop. I’m not putting the old stuff in it; they went in the waste bags.
I got the computer booted and made a brew of Glengettie. The following two did as well.

This tiny catheter pouch is more than a nuisance. It has to be emptied to soften, and the cup-of-water-sized bag makes it painful. I get dizzy when I have to bend down to reach the release valve, which still rests on my left foot. The mega-thick tube they put on is far too long.
Hey-Ho!

I finished and sent off yesterday’s blog. Then, they started a new word list for the ode and got carried away. I don’t know why the pouch didn’t burst.

The Morrison order arrived.

I think my feeling as depressed as I am may be worse than the frustration of not being able to pull out of it? 

I’d treated myself to luxury foodstuffs: a big pot of Lemon Curd and four tiny pots of Lemon and lime yoghourt.
Orange and yellow tomatoes and some giant red spring onions. Nice!
But the best bit of it all was being told they had no fresh garden peas available. Knowing the season was ending, but, they sent three 500gr  bags for me!
So, everything else was backlighted.

I was tempted to put my torque on. Hehe!
As I scattered so many peas all over the kitchen, there must have been… well, I’d guestimate about twenty peas over the whole session, which pinged off in different directions during the shelling session. I only managed to retrieve three of them.
It’s a little like socks that disappear when put into the washer or spin dryer, never to be seen again.
It took a long time to complete them, and I kept popping some in my mouth as I went along. Haha!
Then, I put them in a mini saucepan to marinate with the demerara sugar and sea salt I’d added.
I thought I’d watch the TV while continuing the blogging.
But I didn’t. It seems that some Whoopsiedangleplop had affected Virgin TV. Again!

I decided to get the ablutions tackled. And although something had to go wrong, it was chicken feed compared to my usual disasters.
The teeth-cleaning saw no blood leaks! The nasal clearing saw none either. Then the shaving was tackled… Believe it or not, but once again, no cuts – Zero! Had I not been already depressed so much, this would have cheered me up more.
The first obstacle that hindered (hurt) me so much was getting my diabetic socks off! Then offing the straps from the pathetic new catheter contraption. Painfully, I
finally got them off, and it had left me feeling a smidge dizzy from all the bending down.
But a man of my calibre, courage, determination, and grit, this was no trouble.
I had a slow, long shower, which was spoilt a tiny bit by having to use the handrails all the time while coping with the showerhead due to my unsteadiness. However, no stubbles, falls, or banging into anything were suffered! .

I realised I had not put the bath towel in the bag yesterday! I don’t like using one too often. But I lost one when someone nicked my laundry and bag a few weeks ago, and I keep forgetting (as is to be expected) to buy a new one. I recall thinking to myself, “I must order one today,” as I left the wet room to get dressed.
Even the medicating was almost pain-free! Amazing!
, who has not visited me for days now, took her opportunity at the optimum time to issue the maximum pain. As I was carrying the stick, towels, Alarm bracelet, and flannels to go in the laundry bag before I got dressed, she kicked off, and in the process, she shoulder-charged the bloody door frame!
Still, apart from this, I’d done well! As I emptied the pouch for the fifteenth time today, I saw how good the legs looked. Even the ankle ulcers seemed to be calmer. And incidentally, I’ve hardly had any of the expected lighting strikes from , either. Puzzling.

Took this snap of the clouds as I started getting the food prepared. 
Closing WP and the computer now. Hunger has returned to torment me. Haha!

I was happy with the result of the food prepping. It was the battle in podding the peas. I do love them peas. It may have been a higher rating, but the potatoes weren’t cooked enough; everything else was a treat. Adding the slices of red spring onion to it did the trick and tanged it all up. After gorging myself, I fell asleep with the tray balancing on my super-floppy ginormous belly. Work later with it in the same position, and not spread all over me and the floor. The ablutions going so well, too. Is my luck changing for the better? What am I saying… Tsk!
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Please Have a Great Day!
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Decrustable, Grumpy Inchy: Wed 28 Aug 2024

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Something’s gone wrong with Cathy Cathere’s Contraption. A great colour, but so little urine in there? It was a terrible night’s sleep. I’d estimate I managed a maximum of around two hours. One or two minutes at a time, then bursting awake with either a tug at or pushing in of poor Little Inchie from the too-thick and too-long catheter tube. Or in unison, belting up the legs. Each time, the shadow of depression waiting to piss me off even more than getting little sleep did!
It was another down-in-the-dumps start to the day.

However, I was absolutely exasperated with and sick of hearing myself moan, feeling so melancholy, dejected, useless, and at the lowest point in my life. I made a concerted effort to spring myself out of this feeling of self-hatred and despondency, although I had no idea how to do that. I thought I’d try to take a decent shot of the morning’s view. Ha!
I didn’t do a good job of that either. Humph!
I got the computer on and then started updating yesterday’s blog. . I went into a few separate but carried on. Thinking things were okay.
I even stopped a few times over an hour or two to photograph the late-morning views.
When I returned to the computer, I found that I had made a mess of many things.
A time gap between starting and thinking I’d amended everything felt like it should have been another hour at most. But when Carer Shaq arrived, three hours had passed.
Still, these photos were a little better quality. As you can see by their shape, they were taken with a spare camera of a different size.
I can’t recall taking this one on the left, but obviously, I did. I must have.
Carer Marie arrived to do the domestics, but I was in no condition for the usual laugh and natter. My mood had sunken as soon as the Dark Dank Determined to Dampen my Spirits Depression came on. I hate it when this happens. This was a long one.
Carer Kimberley came to do the financials, but once again, she could do nothing to help. Carer Kara is the only person registered with the bank, so as I was paying her, we chatted. She showed an interest in today’s second blog I was writing but had not completed, and I added her name, which rhymed with the ode, and a few others into it at the end. Hehehe! Not that the ode was a particularly funny one. It was about the depression I was suddenly getting every day now. But gave it an amusing ending.

I sorted out what to have for my nosh. I decided on a sweet and sour vegetable ready-made meal. I added half a jar of sauce, with a can of peas thrown into the saucepan to add when the Chinese are cooked. Fingers crossed.

Nipped out on the balcony to take more shots of the views on offer.
Can you see what this young, youthful, pareidoliaing addict can do in the snap on the left in the clouds? A double-headed creature of some sort? Also, some cat’s heads?

I came across this one on the right in the morning while updating.
Two Fingers to the Word? No recollection of taking it. I must have been depressed or in a seizure again.
Ah, I can recall with one with some pleasure. First, I’d put some chips in the oven. Later, I warmed up the sweet and sour vegetable ready-made meal in the microwave and added a tin of peas. I bundled it all in a dish and feasted away.
Got the dishes washed and tried but failed on the Porcelain Throne.
I took these sky photos as I made my way to the itch-creating, bruise-giving, catheter-tube-tugging, crumb-decorated from my nocturnal nibbling, God-awfully uncomfortable, cringingly grotty, no longer working, dirty beige, anti-sleep designed, c1966, second-hand bought for £300 ten years ago from the charity shop, recliner.

I settled down to watch two episodes of ‘Heartbeat’.
Carer Israel arrived. I remembered telling him the Warfarin dosages had changed. As soon as the lad departed, I went into a deep but dream-filled sleep, with the usual wakening ups from . I was a little miffed at all the waking-ups but even more unsettled for not recalling any details of the dreams. Suddenly, Carer Israel was back on his last visit. And I was in the same position as I was when he arrived for his previous visit… he told me. Hehehe!

Of course, I’d missed the ‘Heartbeats’.

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Could I get back to sleep this time? No!
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TTFNski
Inchy.

Chump Inchy: Mon 26th Aug 2024

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Things were going so slowly and messy last night. It was about 03:00hrs this morning before I collapsed in a confused and tired condition mentally, into the the second-hand shop bought ten years ago £300, c1966, discomfiting, alarmingly beige-coloured, crumb-containing, TV remote hiding, not working recliner. I nodded of quickly, waking
three hours later, to one hell of a slow, single current that crawled up from the ankle to my crutch!
Leaving a never-felt-before tingling sensation at the end of .
As I checked the nocturnal pouch, I discovered the urine looked murky, to say the least. Yet it was not such a deep colour today.

 I’m still in control. I must remember to take some Senna tablets later on.I had a go at the old puzzle book. It’s full of incomplete crosswords over the years. It still is after this effort.
I didn’t find a single solution, and I had no success with the evacuation struggle. Then I washed and got the computer booted up. They don’t use that term much nowadays, do they?
Morning Carer Richard arrived. Sorted out the medications for me. He looked well for an end-of-shift call, bless him.
I took these four photographicalisations from the kitchenette window… no, I didn’t, sorry. I went iknto the balcony, opened a window and took these four shots from my left to the right.
Porc failedThen, I made another trip to the Porcelain Throne, hopes high, as the last visit was not so painful.
But still failed to pass!

Back on the computer again.
I found the ‘lost’ photograph of the meals from yesterday. I recall not taking it until I was well over halfway of eating it.
I think I worked out why I couldn’t find them on Sunday.
Carer Chris told me how to download the photos from the camera that I’d take without an SD card in it. I reckon I’d been leaving the SD card in the camera slot and connecting the USB thingamajig, but with the SD in the camera, it couldn’t reach them. Obvious now, come to think of it. Hehehe!

to change my catheter contraption. He was in a hurry. I diagnosed that straight away. But she did not rush me. It was I think, it was who came. She was the nurse who was called last visit when the other one could not get the tube back in Little Inchie. This time, it was the reverse; Sarah couldn’t get it back in. She lost even more time, needing around 20 minutes to get it in, but she did it. 🧡  She put in extra pain gel twice cause she realised how much it was hurting me. I suspect my howling, arghing, wincing & the tears running down my cheeks may have been a clue. Haha!

Off Sharon flew, and I got seated on the computer chair.
After a few minutes on CorelDrawing, I felt a distinct sensation of liquid running down my left leg. I investigated.
Yes, the tube catheter’s top tube connection had fallen out, leaving some urine in my slipper and even more on the carpet!
Also, but not only that, the contraption was fitted in the wrong size. I am now in frustration mode. To make things worse, they had fitted a wide extra-long master tube, and I now have to do the impossible without agony being involved along the line, of reaching down to my ankle to get to the pouch’s on-off tap! Cragknangles!
The leg straps had opened, causing the pouch to sink even lower down my leg. The exit tube is now resting and leaking again on the top of my foot!
Misfortune means bad luck or the state of having bad luck. Break misfortune into its parts, and you get mis- meaning bad and fortune, meaning chance or luck. Sometimes, it can feel like misfortune follows you. Picture it as a gloomy psychic named “Miss Fortune” who can only see the bad things in your future. Mine are named EQ, & Alto Inchie.

Lamb meat (shredded) with extra-thick gravy, mint, and oven chips. Wholemeal Bread thins and a dessert pot.
Nice!

As I washed the pots, Dizzy Dennis hit me and continued to do so for the rest of the night.
Carer Precious did the last two calls, but there are no other details available in the grey cells. I felt out of sorts and unbelievably tired. I even felt off balance while sitting down. 

The nocturnal catheter pouch was most uncomfortable attached to the overly long, thick-tubed new day setup.
No matter how tired I was, sleep from here on was shirt-lived. I was shooting awake so often. I’m not feeling too good medically or mentally at the moment. raided, every time I woke. Then depression moved into the equation, only for me to wake up with his depressionalisationing blasting away at me as I stirred awake for the umpteenth time.

TTFN

Undeclutterable-Minded Inchy: Sunday 25th August 2024 Harangued Today!

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Amazingly accurate!
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Slept for a full 3 uninterrupted hours. 03:00hrs to 06:00.
The nocturnal catheter had not been put on. Silly I had forgotten to attach it! The day bag contents looked dark again. Later, Carer Ayu classed it as being a six on the NHS scale. Getting out of the c1966, £300 charity shop bought, second-hand, wincingly grotty, beige coloured, not working, crumb-covered from the nocturnal nibblings, itch-making, uncomfortable, virus-breeding, easy-to-fall-out-of, recliner, was a lot easier than scrambling out of the hospital bed. But, more painful to fall back into when gave way as I stood up. The bed has a definite advantage to fall on; it’s so much higher!
Another long session was spent on the . The usual practices were carried out; a go at the crossword, but no answers were found this time. I counted 22 cracks in the ceiling.  started and kept up his long run of guilt accusing, and Ant-Inchy put-downs.
I gave up and had a wash, accompanied by escapades of smelly wind from the rear end! I put on a fresh gown, olive-oiled both of the earholes and took a Senna tablet in hopes of encouraging some movement from the rear end.
Next, I creamed and ointmentated various gargantuan-sized wobbly belly areas requiring the same treatments.
I hobbled off to the kitchen to decide whether to make a mug of Glengettie tea. Arriving at decisions has not been easy for me lately. The brain goes off at a tandem. I consider the NHS two mugs-a-day ruling… is it too early? Will I want a third cup later tonight? Could I care less? I made one. And let it go cold after I’d started on the blog!
I wiped the mug and prepared it for the next brewing of tea later on. Then, I took this photo from the kitchen window. It doesn’t show well, but I saw some items on the bottom of the upward-trodden path. I zoomed in close to identify what they were. I’m still not sure. Possibly, a bottle with red liquid in it. I have no idea what light-coloured things are. Should I have used the Macro when I zoomed in so far away or not? I didn’t. I’m confusing myself here! Snapped the sun coming up from behind in this shot (Right).
I was working on the ode of the day when Carer Ayu arrived. He put the diabetic socks on my legs. Well, it’s better than putting them on my arms. Hehehe! Ayu administered the medications, and we shared a mini natter. I worked using CorelDraw and WordPress for a while. My concentration was a little better this morning, but it didn’t last!
I had a misleading idea that the rear-end wanted me to visit the .
As you can see, it was a hopeless effort yet again. I wonder if there’s a chance of an explosion from within, with the ether being created in the building up of mass in the solid matter. Hahaha!
Darned uncomfortable feeling.
I did my best. When I started, I had one solution for the crossword, but I had a lot more when I gave up on the motion moving anytime now.
Will I implode instead?
I took even more of the anti medications. I’m unsure if it was safe to take any more, but I can’t read the minuscule printing of the inserted instructions leaflets.

I made another brew of my beloved Glengettie tea.
Nice and strong!
Pressed on with this blog. With staying up so late yesterday, I’d got some done ready.
I was on CorelDraw and was alternating with this WordPress blog, and got blowback pains from the catheter tube stuck in Little Inchie. Had a look and, to my utter amazement, found the pouch so full, hard and heavy; it had tugged at Little Inchie, causing some bleeding again.
When I emptied it into the measuring jug, it showed 840ml! In an hour. I wish the community nurses would allow me to try peeing manually again. I’d hate to think I could and had had the darned on all this time and didn’t need it. What am I thinking and saying? As if anything would go right for me! pillock 
Ah, genuine rumbling from my innards this time. I’m off to the Throne. And yet again, no evacuation!
Plenty of pain, though. 

Five minutes after getting back to blogging, I was on my way back to the wet room. This time… Action Stations Alert! After a lot of effort, struggles, and phenomenal pain, at last, the blood-covered, almost cube-shaped lumps of concrete passed! Ahhh!

When Carer Precious arrived, I just had one Paracetamol because I’d just taken a few sprays of the toothache painkiller and didn’t want to mix the different types.

I made a start on tomorrow’s ode.
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FOOD TIME!
MEAL OF THE WEEK TODAY
At the point of perfection!
Delicious Beef in black bean sauce. Onions, leeks, and peppers are yellow and green. Liquid smoke was added to the extra-strong gravy. Basil, sea salt, oregano, beetroot juice, black pepper and spirit vinegar!

Carer Richard arrived as I nodded off in the poorly-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, after cleaning the pots up.
He looked a lot better than last week. But of course, we shared ailments that we both know will only worsen. He said he’d call again in the morning. Hope he has a calmer night shift.

What an evening view I took from the kitchen window.
The wind was getting up again out there. The gold and brown showed up wonderfully well.
I did a bit of pareidoliaing with this shot. I found a bird’s head and a whale and got pleasure from looking at nature’s beauty.

I returned to the computer to catch up a little with this blog.
But it didn’t last for long. Crumple-Grips! Mini Seizures took over. My concentration was destroyed. I’m not complaining, though, cause had been kind to me most of the day. Of course, now I’ve said that… Wait for it!
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BONUS ODE
All the best to you and all in your abode,
I’ve just watched a ‘Heartbeat’ episode,
I may be selling my second-hand commode…
Then to the Porcelain Throne, I bestrode,
My teeth still ache; well, they’re getting owd,
Many broken, coming out, and yellowed!
New ailments weekly by the vanload,
Worries, fears, jealousies I can’t unload,
Always something to discommode,
I don’t see any of the twittering sparrows,
They used to fill the local hedgerows?
I hear voices, see faces in the shadows…
I can’t swim, but I paddle in the shallows,
Take photos of the sky through my windows.
Also, of the grass, trees and weeping willows…
This reminds me that I must get some new pillows!
I forget my telephone number & postcode,
Left taps running, the sink overflowed,
Can someone adopt me? Put me in ‘Happy-Mode’?
Doreen Dementia wants me to explode!
Stuck in this flat, alone, cocooned!
That’s enough, too-much, I have moaned.
Sorry about the aforementioned.
Pots to wash, I’ll get myself aproned!

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Farewell – Hope you can find some fun!
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Declinist Inchy: Sat 24 Aug 2024

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This may sound odd (but not to me), but it is true.

For most of today, I’ve felt like a malcontent, grinch, drag, miserabilist, doom-sayer, inconsolable and pitiable, sad,  comfortless, inadequate, mardy, shameful, irrational, and an old self-deprecation-ridden misfit with the mopes.
Moments of depression like never before.
And yet, there were moments of almost the reverse. I’d lose the prophet of Doom mode entirely. Finding myself singing, unworried, accepting, almost uncaring of what was happening?
Naturally, these sessions of freedom were in the minority.
But, so welcome while they lasted.
Concentration and confusion seemed to intertwine.
After a Caregiver called, I had an hour of uninhibited, sod-them-all pleasure. Up to now, I’ve only had two photographing sessions. Hell, it’s raining again, as it did earlier. I’ll get the camera out and go on the balcony again. See if the mudslide in the third car park has started yet.
It’s been a befuddling day. I feel that something is going to happen shortly that will be life-changing. E.Q. tells me this will not be a medical or physical problem. He’s rarely wrong, and I get a ‘within 48hrs warning from somewhere.
This does not bode well.
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Back to darker again.

NUFFIN!

I took a series of Kodak-2 shots from the kitchenette window.
The first one shows mist in the distance. The M1 motorway is just out of view over the horizon.
The second shot is not a good picture by any means. A smidge on the blurry side. But you can’t win them all, can I? Hahaha! The third effort taken, I zoomed in on the Nottingham City Hospital, which brought to mind the waiting list I’m on  for the
For a bladder check-up, I’ve forgotten the name of the procedure.
Then, there is another close-up of the local dwellings nearby.
Finally, I took a shot down to show the Chestnut Way front car park. Or at least part of it.
I hit my head, closing the window. Hard to believe, I know!

Made a start on the blog updating.

Raining shots with the spare camera.
From the balcony this time.

Another no evacuation evacuation.

A little more rain.

An early, tasty meal.

Obviously, the blanks and seizures were rampant. Thus, there are no details or exciting bits to add.

Did anything I miss happen today?
The photos are 85% skies?
Still, the state I was in could be worse.

Ah, missed the sun on its way down.
It didn’t get through often today.

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Constipation Conrad was still in full charge of the evacuations. I had to do the ablutions so late at night that I had to contain the urge to howl out with the pain! Before things started moving, I had a go at the crossword and got four answers. 👌  And I had a cut-less shave!  👍🏻The showering had a couple of dodgy moments, but no or .
The only bit of farce was when I was trying to reassemble the catheter contraption. I struggled with the strap; I’d threaded it in okay, but when I stretched the retaining strap to tighten the grip, it shot out of my hand, through the plastic buckle, and straight into the WC!
The medicationings went well. Well, not applying the Daktarin cream to Little Inchys Fungal Lesion, but that goes without saying, really; Every morning and night, I have to go through this, although short-lived, agony!

I took this snap from the kitchen window after the ablution session. It took me 95 minutes; it was well past midnight. I opened a can of lager shandy and got on the computer to finalise this blog. I might even finish it and post it.
My involuntary anticipatory anxiety remains strong.
I’m nervous. Worried. Unsettled. More than usual. Tsk!
TTFNski!

Demented Inchy: Tue 20th Aug 2024

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I found a fish that wasn’t mentioned? No House, Tsk!
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I managed about three hours of reasonable sleep. A wake-up from , three, what felt like bone-crunching efforts, from , and only one outcry from .
& were both surprisingly calm all night… But I’m not going to go into a , I’ve learnt my lesson about what happens when I do that. The night nocturnal pouch contained a fair amount of far too red urine, which needed to be removed and clinically disposed of.
The sun was shining, which made me realise that it was later than I initially supposed it was when I returned from the peace of sleep and back into the world of worries, frustration, Accifauxpas, and depression. I do waffle on at times; I’ve noticed that. Sorry. I took two Kodak shots of the views on offer. When I’d taken a photo of the tree copse, the early morning sun had disappeared again.

I’m going to have to rush now; it’s so late, and I’m behind again.
Mini Seizures attacking again.
Recall taking this one, beautiful puffer clouds.

The carer forgot to take the waste bag, so it was no problem. I took them both to the rubbish chute.

The JS order arrived.

Got the pod peas shelled.

A spot of rain; it must have lasted for two minutes.

Well, the sun’s trying for a last hurrah!.

Carer Chris arrived. I pointed out that I was feeling depressed, fed-up and sick of getting no help medically. He offered to change the catheter bag. But we could not find any. I had a search, and I added two toe-stubbings as I did so. Arrgh!

After he left, I looked in the tip room again and found them. I’ll see if he has time to fit it in on the last call. Nope!


I gave up on this blog. I’m just not me today. Hehe!
Got some food together.

Vegetarian sausages, red onion, fresh garden peas, Marmite cheese, tomatoes & Marmite sarnies with no-butter butter.

Clouds broke up.

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TTFN

Indecipherable Inchy: Fri 16 Aug 2024

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A lousy night of insomnia. Terrible night! Caused by and & mostly. Although the main protagonist was, without a doubt . I rose from the bed at 04:50hrs, sensing that the Porcelain Throne would be needed soon. Perhaps this could be the return, the fight-back from ? I removed the , and made my way to the wet room.
At least things didn’t take so long today. I got the crossword book out, which showed my lack of confidence in myself. Haha!
I had a wash of sorts, and went to the kitchen to check things had not been left on.
Oh, I saw that we had had some rain overnight but not a lot.

CORELDRAW
COCK-ED UP AGAIN.
I was livid!
I made a complaint on Trust Pilot. Explaining what had changed since the enforced upgrade I(Upgrade… Ha!) was downloaded and automatically installed. Other people complained about the rotten, non-existent helpline service and communication contact numbers not working. Shit, comes to mind.
I then tried to find a way around this lack of icons for Text. It took me hours trying to use the text as I had originally defaulted it to. There’s not a cat in hell’s chance. Every artistic or paragraph text I make has to be changed repeatedly to get it how I want it. Grrr!

ANOTHER WHOOPSIEDANGLEPLOP
Amazons Morrison delivery arrived.
This was the one I thought I’d ordered for next Tuesday. My spirits sank as if to say, ‘It Serves You Right for being a Pillock’ – While sorting out the delivery, I had at least eight mini . And these doubled the time it took me to get the food away as I’d done some silly location placements! I had to go back and check. The silliest two I came across were putting the new cakes in the waste bin, and the ultimate one, putting a beef pastie (I found this mistake far later on) in the wet room with the shaving tackle.


Red potatoes
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Bought even more dinkies! I’m going potty!
On the bright side, I did get some fresh garden peas, having found a way to cook them so they are softer, this should mean no bother with .
Then I shelled the peas and tried leaving them in a saucepan with a sprinkle of demerara sugar in the water to marinate for hours likely for nine hours.

Finally, I have started updating this blog.

Then, the expected Iceland delivery arrived.
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Pulled away from my beloved blogging again and as if by some cunning plan, the returned.
Note the two pasties near the microwave? Well, one of them, as I mentioned earlier, ended up in the wetroom. The other is in the freezer. I had to lose even more time by sitting down afterwards to try to unwind and give the stubbed toe a chance to ease off. I took a Codeine.

Carer Chris arrived. And I gave him some earache telling him about the CorelDraw crap and what I did with the groceries.
His response while I was working to find a way to get the text right and pointing out the problems to him, swearing a little, was to take my camera and some photos of me that I didn’t find until the morning. Hahaha!

Better put this result in now; I may forget to later.

Pretty evening clouds.

Made a meal and swiftly fell asleep on the c1966, £300 Oxfam charity shop bought, second-hand, wincingly grotty, beige coloured, crumb-covered from my nocturnal nibblings, itch-making, uncomfortable, positively unhealthy & dangerous, no longer operational, virus-breeding, easy-to-fall-out-of, Catheter-tube-trapping, recliner.

Two rapid bolts of lightning woke me up, and I decided to try to get into the hospital bed. This was delayed, and I just had to get up again to check the taps, cooker, door, etc.
I’m glad I did when I saw this view of offer.

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A frustrated Inchy climbed into his bed,
Forgetting he’s not been fed,
Remembering what CorelDraw had administered,
His joy glands had been aborted,
His plans thus far, frustrated,
His hopes were totally obliterated,
His failure rate fantastically increased,
He awaits peace and to be deceased,
Or an offer to be adopted, at least!
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Go forth with my bestest wishes!

Decaying Inchy: Thur 15th Aug 2024

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I forgot to record the Falls & Accifauxps; I’ll do it later!
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I got them straight away – but I did make this one. Hehe!
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THE LOW-DOWN ON TODAY’S MAIN FRUSTRATION
The usual battle, failing and bleeding on the Porcelain Throne. Although painful and bloody in the extreme, I did manage an evacuation on my third visit.
Later, I got three more letters arrive, no, four!
① The TV Licensing wallahs about my upcoming prosecution with the outcome of a probable £1000 fine. 
② My bank telling me that My Carer Kara must contact them… I think the word used was ‘imperative’. Difficult as she is not here. I hope she’s on holiday and not doing poorly.
③ I got a letter from my old bank telling me the savings account interest rate is being removed. 
④ My home insurance company confirms that the increase in the renewed policy cost is 40%.
I was a little confused about all these Arithmaphobia-testing letters arriving, some for the second time. Well, it’s the third one, from the TV Licensing place. 

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I woke with a start at 03:30 hrs, but I soon easily nodded off again. At 05:00 hrs, lightning shot up my right leg from the ankle ulcer. I thought it was just as well, as I felt the rumbling from the innards and swiftly passed some wind. Well, a lot of wind. So, I fumbled about getting out of the hospital bed, but without any falls, sways, or toe-stubbing. This in itself cheered me up a little. Then my innards gave me a suspected it was a false pre-warning of an evacuation imminent. I grabbed hold of , and almost but not entirely in a perky mood,I got to the wet room.
The same routine has been followed for the last three mornings. The pain of trying to force things along forced me to try the crossword book. This morning, I also got several answers in!  . The cracks in the ceiling seem to have reduced from yesterday; only 22 were found.
I spent that long trying to start the evacuation. I started… wait for it… singing to myself, trying to remember the words to an Adam Faith song from 1960. Poor Me. It reached number one in the charts but didn’t help me recall the lyrics. Anyway, I gave up on the impossible mission and to go to the kitchen to take some window shots of the view. 
After cleaning the Porcelain Throne’s state after cleaning it, I thought… no, I’m sure I saw a tiny fish-like creature in the bubbles in the porcelain. I fetched Kodak Two and took this picture of the suspected beast in the bubbles. Hehehe! Maybe a worm or something? I thought at the time, I’m going bonkers here!
Carer Christopher arrived. He’s not a morning lad. The nearer he gets to going home, the more alert and happy he seems. Still, he medicated me and put the diabetic socks on my legs.

I took a shot to the left, then to the right of the morning fascinating minimum clouds, with the red hue mixed in the scenes.

Minutes after Chris had departed, the mail arrived, which got me going, frustrated, and in a mental pickle. So much so that I decided that as the second carer yesterday could or would not ring the dentist for me, I’d try myself. I hoped that the receptionist lady with a clear voice and understandable accent would answer the phone. No such luck. I apologised for bothering her. I may have got the wrong number somehow, maybe? No joy there, then.
The banks totally do my head in on the phone, so I didn’t bother ringing them. I get so confused it is pathetic. But folks don’t understand my problems. I’m not even sure I do.
I sat and fretted for ages, and to make it worse, I got a few short visits from Sandra. I don’t know how to explain how this happened, but I rang the dentist again! ,
I was getting heated up, methinks, cause after being free of her since getting out of bed, kicked off. All this up to here found its way, scrawled as it was, onto the notepad. Nothing else until 17:30hrs when Carer Chris returned.
I can’t recall taking this shot, which was obviously taken from the balcony. I noticed a lack of vehicles in the end car park today.

Yet the ‘out-of-it moments were never for an extended period. In fact, they were the most frequent up 18:00hrs (they and the electric shocks left me alone – cause they could return) than they’ve ever been, and by far the shortest. No logic to things. 

I was more compis-mentis now.
Carried on belatedly with my beloved blogging.
Beginning to get a smidge dark already. This might, hopefully, mean we get some rain.
There is talk of the hosepipe ban being implemented by Labour’s new HMG.

Well, would you believe it? 
Minutes after taking the above shots, down came the rain!
The first three photographs were taken inside the balcony.
Yer even this downpour soon stopped. By the time I’d taken the photos, it was stopping.
Still, every little helps, Looking on the bright side. As I do. (Fib?)
The shot of the car park from the balcony looked a lot brighter. Now that tells you something.
I’ve no idea what, mind you.

The last shot was taken from the kitchenette window.
It looks like it’s stopped now.
The clouds still look dark, though, so there may be more to come later. Those clouds seem to be moving quickly.

I will see if I can eat some chicken without any teeth agony. I’ll have some instant potato with it.
Back in the morning with a full report. Haha!

I prepped the nosh and started to eat it as Carer Christopher arrived. He issued the medications and put them in the nocturnal catheter pouch.
Those instant mash pots are just the right amount and so tasty after I added some sea salt & oregano. The tomatoes were going a little soft, but that was all the better for the toothache. The earache seems to be easing off for some welcome reason.

I went to get the pots washed and caught the tail end of the sunset. First, I took one close-up and a wide photograph. I think I got that about-face?

Dried the cutlery, tray and dish.
It took about five minutes, and then the final shot was taken. The colouring had changed in a few minutes. That’s nature for you. Beautiful!

I spent an hour or two watching the TV and Heartbeat episodes.
I don’t think I viewed much of them. Nodding off and waking up repeatedly. So annoying! I gave up; I didn’t even get to the bed. I fell asleep in the second-hand, £300, c1968, overwhelmingly sickening beige coloured, tatty, uncomfortable, wobbly, germ-producing, falling to pieces, food residue collecting recliner. And I just woke up every few minutes due to the variety of nocturnal ailments of; , , and . Although credit to him did sneak in a few springing awakes for me.
Worst nights, Kip, for ages!
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TTFN, and darned Good Luck to you!

Deceptive Inchy: Mon 12th Aug 2024

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& ruled the day and had or played a part in every minute of the day. At one stage, while the Carer was here, I lost track of what we were talking about altogether. The teeth and earholes seemed to be competing to see who could hurt me most! Not all the time, there were breaks and the pain only lasted for 19hrs I was up and about. Then got worse when I settled into the bed! Arrgh! & Cragnangles!
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Later, Carer Richard gave the urine colour a 7+ grade. I didn’t think it was that back. But, me having Protanopia, I’m can’t really tell.

I poddled into the kitchen and saw the dying-off rainbow.
In a rush to get a camera, I found the spare one first and used it. I didn’t want to risk the rainbow dissipating before I got back to take some pictures of it using the camera’s auto mode.

Not very distinct, but I thought it was beautiful. and it gave me the idea for today’s ode theme.
I soon felt grumblings from the innards and made my way to the wet room. I made a new tag for this one. The surprise of Constipation Conrad returning again after one day of Trotsky Terence regaining charge of matters was bad enough. But I tried five times over the day up to now (16:00hrs). 
And I  still haven’t passed nowt from the rear end!
I took more photos of the view as the sun was coming around the blocks of flats. Still using the spare camera… until I can find where I left the new Kodak2. It’s a new camera, but obviously not a current model. It takes four AA batteries, and is short of many options that were on the one that Tim Price donated to me. No through-glass or in-rain options on it. But the bonus is, I had a similar camera twelve years ago, and can work things out easier on the new-old one. It has a macro option, which I hope to try today.
On with updating yesterday’s blog. Which was constantly concentration-affected periods every time that either,

or  kicked off. Believe me, they all constantly did. Later on, when I went to get a wash, I coughed and both the ear and the teeth stung painfully. The inside of my mouth seemed to have swollen. A bit of one of the front teeth broke off. When I used the facecloth anywhere near the face, the nose, cheeks, and throat hurt like hell each time I touched the area. I gave up, thinking the pain would ease off later. They didn’t!
I asked each Caregiver if they could call the Dentist for me, but I got a negative response. I think I must be moaning about things so much that they don’t hear or listen to me. Hahaha!

I hobbled my way into the kitchen, and the tiniest spots of rain I’d ever seen were falling. For some reason, a pt insects landed on the windows. I took the opportunity to try a Macro on the camera. (I found it hidden in full view near the Carers nibble pots.) I could not hold the camera steady enough to take a closer shot

Carer Joanne came in to return the nightshirts she had hand-washed for me. Bless her cotton socks. ♥ Gave her some treats in appreciation.

The very fine rain was falling again. I checked for signs of a mudslide in the end car park on Citrus Way. The rain had stopped again. Then, I heard the rumble of thunder. I went back out on the balcony and saw that many other tenants were out on their balconies to take a look. I think we all expected a downpour this time. But no, it was all dry again. We could do with a good downpour or more!

The sky brightened, and no signs of rain showed us any interest. 

kicked off painfully, and I used up the last of the toothache spray.
Now I have to search around to see where I put the other bottle!
I found it in a kitchen drawer, and I walloped a Dollop into my mouth and olive-oiled the right earhole to ease who was joining in the
other ailments attacks. Humph!
I fear I may be using too much of the medications. But how can I get in touch with the dentist? Oh, I’d better get their telephone number ready. Got it!
The bank keeps sending me codes to pay LV insurance with? Kara paid them last week, along with an increase in the price of 50%! Grrr!

I’ll get summat to eat – that’s soft enough for the teeth. 

Carer Precious arrived. I hoovered the carpet and went to make a meal. I’ll be back later, or maybe much later.

I made the softest meal I could manage. It was not too bad pain-wise either, although long after eating the mini-feast, kicked-off again. Making me suffer yet another ever-awakening night of misery.

I took this shot as I washed  the things from the meal. Carer Precious arrived. No socks to take off; no one had put them on for me.

Did you notice the deliberate grammar mistake?

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May Contentment Reign Around You!

Decaying Inchie: Sat 10th August 2024

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was by far the worst ailment I had today. I have to find a dentist soon. Otherwise, I may find myself going stark-raving-mad.  come think of it, I think I’m at that stage now. What would be the next one up? Away with the fairies, barking mad, non-compos mentis, or nutty as a fruitcake, Hehe!
The meddlesome medley of like yesterday relented. However, I did have one hell of a mind-blank this evening that lasted for at least three hours. During this, Carer Joanne discovered that I’d cut up and seasoned some mushrooms earlier in the day and left the heat on under the pan when she did the taps and cooker checks for me. I genuinely thought she was joking at first. I went into the kitchen to her, and sure enough, I had. Why the hell I couldn’t remember doing it – and equally worrying, is how I did it without knowing and had no accidents, Accifauxpas or Whoopsiedangleplops doing it?
I also took some sky photographs as well.
But the mini-blanks, unless I didn’t realise, which must be possible, did not affect me much at all. On this long one, no blogging was done at all. What was I doing then? That’s a silly question. I was doing the mushrooms, but that wouldn’t have taken me three hours, surely. I found the sharp knife hours later, underneath the microwave cooker. I assume I’d used it to slice the mushroom with.
I used far too much of the pain-killer spray on the teeth today. was hardly any bother at all, up to now anyway. I’m going to ask a Carer to call the doctor on Monday. I’ll get to the surgery somehow or other. I rankling me now.
Getting yesterday’s blog done took me ages. This is surprising, really, because the toothache hadn’t been bothering me too much until today. Thanks to the pain-killer spray.
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Cor, blimey. Must tell the doctor.

My first shot of the morning.

No mud, no rain.

Ablutions & Porcelain Throne time.
Urgh!

On and off of blogging.

These were found on the computer later.
Not only did I not recall doing the mushrooms that Joanne found, but I can’t remember taking these photos. But once I saw them, I remembered. Hehe!
To this one, after I’d sliced and seasoned the mushrooms.
Boy, did I season them!
Strong soya sauce, oregano, liquid smoke flavour, Polish Worcester sauce, sea salt, black pepper and some onion granules. I’m not sure, but I have a strange feeling, just might have added some mint? Just a feeling, like.

Afternoon view.

I wonder where the liquid in the car park came from?
No car washing, water shortage?

Beautiful clouds later on.

The big Blank arrived.

Two lovely sunset shots.
Smug-Mode Adopted.
But I was still bothered about the blanks.

Better put this result on while I remember.
I got eight of them in four hours. Haha!
Smug-Mode disengaged.

Waiting for Carer Precious to come.
I’ll go on WP reader and comments.

Caught the sunset for once.
I took these on the new Kodak.

Thanks to , the rating for the meal of the day was lower than it really deserved.
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EPILOGUE
Carer Precious took off my socks. Checked the taps and stove, and was happier because he was on his way home.
Good for him. A nice lad.
I kept nodding off and waking up for hours.
It was a bad night, broken by , the odd strike, but most often it was who woke me up. 
Terrible night!

TTFNski each.