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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.
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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 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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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.

Dicey Inchie: Saturday 3rd August 2024

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It is now 10:00hrs on Sunday. Just about to start updating this blog from here. No ankle shocks as yet. But Cartilage Carole is still inflamed from the tumble. Sparse details on the notepad.
Is this blog in a Whoopsiedangleplop-Noi mode? Hehe!
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Gotten Himmel!

Struggled out of the bed, and tidied it up a bit.

Cleaning up took ages!
The ankles looked so much better.

The first-morning shot of the day.

The computer is on. I made a start on this blog, but not much. arrived with . The nibbles were attacked with some relish, and Chris took his drinkie treat. As they left, unobligingly kicked off.

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I espied that the drizzle was falling, and went in the balcony to take this shot through the glass. The rain stopped within about ten minutes, not to be seen again.

They kept visiting me for varying amounts of time, ranging from a few seconds to ten minutes or so. I’m fed up with these!

kicked in. I needed some pain relief. I doused the mouth and teeth with the Pain-relief-Spray several times throughout the day. Probably a little too often. I also added a 20g Nurofen Meltlet to each bottle of the spring water that I have to drink each day to keep the urine flowing onto the catheter. I’m fed up with this, too! 

The Memory Blanks kept coming. remained a permanent, perpetually pestering, penalising, paralysing, spirit-pulverising, problematising, sanity-purging, perduring, pillorying, and punishing persistent all-day partner that I could well have done without! 
I’m well pissed of with him, too!

was in the right mood with me. So, I added one dissolvable tablet into two of the spring water bottles, which I have to drink each day to encourage the damaged bladder to pass the urine pouch on my leg to ease the pain. I’m really, really pissed off with this!

The hazy morning tempted me to try the new Kodak camera to take a couple of shots from the kitchenette windows.
I don’t think the first one of the houses came out too well. It was a little blurry, but the whole scene to the keys was a smidge hazy, as was the sky. But it was gorgeous to me.

Inchy got them, but not within the 10 seconds.

From this point, the seizures came on rapidly. I recall coming in with new. I feel we had a discussion and laughed about things, but I am not certain of what it was about. I can recall getting my words mixed up and forgetting the words needed. Finally, I finished the Friday blog and posted it to WordPress.

What happened the following two hours is anyone’s guess.

and new , arrived.
It was confusing, too. All the usual signs of a seizure; hard to find words, I was, I think, rabbiting on, verbose.  I fear I may not have been understandable to them or them to me.

I think I fell asleep. When I woke up, I took these shots of the sunset as it disappeared over the horizon.

Started to prep a meal that was easy on the teeth to eat.
Taking these shots a little later while in the kitchen.

I sprayed some of the pain relief on my teeth, then carefully, slowly, almost delicately, ate the snack. Nice!

I went into the kitchen to wash the tray and cutlery and…

I had a stroke of bad luck – (As if I needed to say that!)
gave way, and at the exact same time, I got a high-voltage shock from the right ankle via  . Resulting in my going down on one knee and hitting my head en route to the floor. The waking stick fell first, and the knee on top of it!
It all happened in a split second, and by the time I’d recovered enough to try to get back up again, I noticed I’d left the hot water tap running. How did I know this? The flood-water alarm went off! I had to rush getting up to reply to the alarm box voice, wanting to know what had happened and if I needed help!
I got near enough so they could hear my cringing apology and tell them everything was okay. Thank you.
By now, the pains had increased from , , , and the lump on my head. (I’ve no idea what I hit with it, but the radiator is the most likely suspect, I think) And , joined in with taking overall control of the situation!
A bit dodgy in my balance, I made my way to the computer chair and settled for a few minutes. I’m not sure if it was a signing in again or signing out sign, but send me what I hoped would be a final electric shock up the leg that reached up as far as my kneecap!
Feeling mildly out-of-sorts, I just sat quietly for a while. Which proved to be ten seconds. Hehe! As and new , and came in. 
After Chris stopped laughing at the slight scratch on my head, he took a photo of it.
As to be expected, I cannot recall the whole visit, but think we had a natter about something. I can remember Chris taking a can of plonk and some nibbles as they shot off home. No offer of diabetic socks being put on or a night pouch was attached. That is not blame offering; most likely, in the state I was in, I did not ask them to do so, either. 
In the morning, I found these late-night shots taken obviously through the kitchen windows. It seems I got the wobbles on while taking the first one, and I probably realised it and took the second one. This is all supposition, of course.
I can’t recall when, or taking them at all.
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Toothaching Inchie: Thursday 1st Aug 2024

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Talk about a busy, messy, confusing, frustrating day.
Yes, it was a normal one for me. Different? Oh, yes! But coping with such a lot to do and sort at the same time and extra situations arriving, which is more than the eBay order did, I have to admit it got to me. and I even found time to have a few short that didn’t help me to cope. I had several Unexpected visitors, welcome as they were, who took up hours and hours of the day. It is now 22:20hrs… and I’ve just started this blog. It doesn’t help with having to recreate the icons and graphics I stupidly lost yesterday. I’ll try not to waffle too much, but the unexpected events, occurrences, and problems while being visited by to have the yearly fact & figure updating interview. One while Carer Kara and then Carer Christopher were here. Very embarrassing. I tried to write things down to remember, but much of today’s history is now in the ether, most of which I didn’t make notes of to prompt me later.
I was stuttering, mumbling and struggling to find words to answer the questions that came from the three occasions. I’ll do my best to fill in the blanks… no I won’t; I’d probably get that wrong. I’m becoming something of an authority and maestro at making an exhibition of myself, but usually, I’m not aware of it, but I was today, pure self-embarrassment.
But Warden Deana, dealing with so many other tenants affected in a similar way, took it all in her stride. Bless her. Thanks, Deana, my preciousness. 💘
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I woke up rather earlier, 04:14hrs.  (I don’t think I’ll even get to bed tonight! (00:24hrs now). I’d passed much urine overnight.
Wee-wee too dark again, though.
I took this sadly poor shot of the view from the kitchen windows.
I took a lot of photos today, I just couldn’t stop?
I shelled the last of the pod peas. Initially, I wanted to have a meal, but with all the hassle and need to get this blog done, I didn’t have a meal. But of course,  was on and off all day, even worse now, and missing a meal will do me little harm with the lard I’m carrying around my waist.
After washing, I took these three shots of the morning view from the kitchenette window again. I think I must have got a wobble on with the second shot.
I may have had a mini-seizure here. My next recollection is that I was at the computer, and I’d put it on, but nothing was done on it. I automatically, when coming out of the mind-blank, went and checked the taps in the wet room and cooker in the kitchen. The wet room was okay, but the hot water tap in the kitchen sink had been left on. I turned it off, but the water was stone cold. No shower today, then. I found I  had made a brew of tea. It was near the kettle; no milk in it, and that was cold too. I didn’t get too annoyed with myself, lets face it, I get these blanks every day of varying degrees.
I opened CorelDraw and got some graphics created for the blog.
Downloaded some graphics onto Wednesday’s update and pressed on with getting it finalised.
Suddenly I had to abandon the blogging to go to the wet room and Porcelain Throne.
Trotsky Terence was back. But the evacuation was still painful. Bits of blood scattered in, Still Kharki coloured and excessively smelly. I even noted a whole garden pea in the mixture! The Ocado delivery arrived. I’d forgotten all about it coming.
I got the carriers to the kitchen and started sorting out their contents. Some of the bags were torn, so it took me some time.
There is plenty of food now. The red spring onions arrived; I do like them. I put them in the fridge and somehow made room for the bread in the full freezer.
Again my stomach and innards sent me to the Porcelain Throne. This time the battle between and was closer. Not only that, the blood was a deeper red. Which indicated that the poor had been torn open. The freshly put-on PPs an hour or so ago were well red, as were my bottom and legs! Washing up yet again, having to boil water in the kitchen and carry it to the wet room, a high-risk task, but all okay.
I went onto the balcony for a break from making mistakes on the Wednesday blog. It appeared that it had been raining during the night. The mudslide near the end car park had returned. The petricor was smellable as soon as I opened the window. Not many people about this morning. Back into the flat, Carer Chris arrived. Chris pointed out that I was stuttering a lot this morning. I’d not noticed until then. After he’d gone, I made an order for next week, for Tuesday, I think, from Asda. I got a phone call from the District Nurse to say they would not be calling, but they will next week.
Carer Kara arrived to do the finances. This is when the second Howling-Haze and Memory-Blank attack came. I’m sure I had to remember something she told me, but from here on, I had no notes to access. I know she went to the computer. I may or may not have mentioned my search for a child monitor, or maybe I mentioned it to her on Wednesday. We may have looked on the Amazon site, but we could not find a straight plug-in one. I’m not certain. Yet I do recall Deana arriving later on, and we did look on Amazon but could not find one suitable. She kindly said she’s check and email me back if she found any. Which she did. She emailed exactly what to put on the Amazon search box. She said the same thing is cheaper from Argos, suggesting I get one from there. So I ordered one. Of course, with the delivery charge, it proved costlier than the Amazon one. I can’t win! Nothing new there, then.
Deana carried out the personal detail listing. I was not fully with it and struggled to find words; that is not me usually. I could not find Sister Jane’s new telephone number or address. I had to call her and ask. I got a telling-off from her, of course, for not knowing where it was. Hehehe!
Then came a threat of a £1000 fine via a letter from the Government about me not paying the full price for a TV licence. The letter added that they had permission and that someone would be calling to check that if I had a television, a prosecution would follow. Deana wrote down her telephone number, and when they come, I’m to tell them to ring her. Apparently, several tenants have had one of these red letters. 
Then, the big seizure came. Yet I had done a lot of work on CorelDraw, without too many errors as well,
The doctor’s receptionist called with the new Warfarin Doses.
The District nurse called… I’ve mentioned this already. Tsk!
The above sunset photos were taken, and then an hour or so later, the ones on the left.

Carer Chris arrived. He was in a good mood, bless him, and I took this shot of him while he was in a manly but jolly mood.
Hehe, there was no catheter bag to put on. I had not eaten, and cooking while carrying the bag and tube is dangerous. There were no diabetic socks to take off, which I had not put on. He liked his treats and merrily went off home. Thanks, Chris. Have a good kip. I left the TV on, thinking I’d have time to watch it while eating the meal. It didn’t work out, lol. It’s 01:20 hrs now. No TV watching. Nothing to eat.
I’ve just put some spuds in the oven.
I’ll try to wake up in the morning. Oh, it is morning! And then I’ll get back on here. No, I won’t! I’ll carry on with this!

I’ve missed some photos off, better late than never. Humph!
Just before it went over the horison, I, at long last, got a decent shot of the retiring Sun.
I was pleased with this one.
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An horison shot after the sun had gone to sleep. The lower shot is of the end car park, it was a bit dark. The drizzle had started again, but by the time I’d taken the photographs and closed the window – without trapping my finger (I knew something had to go right!).

Tired, deflated, and in a mind-haze, I got the much-belated meal  prepared and served on a  tray. I gave it a rating of 6.9/10 For flavour & taste, it would have been far higher had not made eating it so painful.
No sooner had I finished eating it than I delved into the warmth of Sweet Morpheus for at least ten minutes. Then, my right ankle took over the Keep-Inchy-Awake Duties. She did an excellent job of it, too. Humph!

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Go Forth & Be Happy, Please!

Innocuous Inchy: Friday 9th August 2024

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FRIDAY 9TH AUGUST 2024
After many false starts, lack of interest, and repeatedly nodding off again, I felt the motion in the innards. Rumbling with the odd, almost sloshing sensation at times that threatened the return of Trotsky Terence’s return. But not yet of an urgent nature, more a pre-warning, methinks.
As I was taking this snap of the removed from the catheter nocturnal pouch and saw the terribly deep colour, the need for the Porcelain Throne became more intense. In my haste to ensure I got to the WC on time, I  had a couple of Accifauxpas en route.  The first was my treading on the electricity cable and catching my ingrowing toenail on it; a quick curse worse was let out, then I dropped the walking stick, and finally (I thought), I shoulder charged the door edge as I clambered in my haste to get into the wet room. No messing, I lifted the gown, downed the protection pants and got seated on the plastic WC lid!
The motion of the evacuation was much slower than I’d anticipated; however, there was no boredom, counting cracks in the ceiling or crosswording this morning.
After a night without, as far as I recall, any electric shocks up the leg from the ankle lesion, the moment I tried to urge the motion to start sent a couple of disorientating streaks of lighting up the leg. I’ve never suffered two in a row before. She carried on throughout the day, giving me the odd one now and then, but no more doubles. That double was really painful!
Then, the motion splurted out. was back in full control, no doubt about it. However, the Kharki colour that he had favoured for a fortnight now was again on show. It was straw-like in appearance. I checked the time and decided I could get the ablutions done before a Carer was due. So I did…
ABLUTIONALISATIONINGS
Teeth cleaning and shaving are the first jobs. Careful as I was, the gums bled. Just two little nicks shaving, But at one stage, I had give me another single-strike visit. This caused  , to give way.
Luckily, I was rinsing and not shaving at the time.
I was fortunate there.
The Showering Session went well, too. The lower region cleaning was a smidge painful, though, with all the dried blood from Little Inchies Fungal Lesion and the tugging of the Catheter MedPhorpaintube. Next, to the various medicating duties. I olive-oiled the earholes. Then Phorpain gelled Cartilages Carole and Chloe. Then Arthur Itis’s patella to the front of both legs. Got Acne on the head and eczema on the belly and chest creamed. Red Rash ointment under the man-breasts and down bellow. I can’t reach to get the ingrowing toenails done or get my Diabetic socks on; I’ll ask the Carer later. Sprayed over the toothache. Nasal sprayed the nostrils.
I’m always left with the feeling that I’ve missed something after abluting, and the medicationings are done, or not done.

On to the blogging.
Took this snap from the computer desk through the balcony,
Well, this may sound ridiculous, but it is, I suppose. But it was as if I’d blinked, and four hours had disappeared.
I found that I’d finished yesterday’s blog and posted it of, and was currently working updating on today’s old ode.
Realising this, I checked the other rooms for taps or anything left on. The oven had been put on, but it was on low heat. Has it been like that all night and day? I don’t think so; the top of the cooker was not that hot, so I assume I did it not long ago.
Then, I had to check to see if I’d made any errors on Thursday’s blog. Yet I felt alright in myself. Apart from the usual confusion about what else I’d been up to.

Carer Jonee arrived. She’s an upbeat, straight-as-it-is kind of gal. I like her. I’ll not mention that she has similar problems to me, but she understands things that others don’t or can’t. Bless her. I carried on with starting this blog.

BEAUTIFUL CLOUDS
Photo Number One: I see a face/head of a beast and one of a human.
Photo 2: I see a cupid, two distinct faces; one is human, the other might be.
Three faces and bodies of a weasel-like nature.
Photo 3: An angel of sorts. A cat’s face in the right cloud. Maybe the outline of a pig is in this one. I looked once and saw it, searched for more, and can’t find it! Photo 4. A face with an elongated head. Left, a partial face. All the pictures remind me of icebergs.

I was about to make up some more cartoons, and…CALAMITY!
CorelDraw stopped responding altogether! 
I could not close anything or open anything!
No response to the keyboard on anything at all!
The Task Manager thingamagig came up.
All beyond me and depression dawned.
I considered crying after my initial swearing.
So, I left it for an hour, then turned everything off.
It let me close the computer, well no… I clicked
on Restart. When it came back on, CorelDraw loaded and worked? But not saving the work I’d done meant a lot of
lost time before it loaded the working screen. But it did!  
I reopened Word, which had the Ode partly done on it, 
that was auto-saved for me,
My concerns were quadriad,
Enough I have nearly had,
I feel a bit of a dingwad,
Dad would say, Young-fellow-Milad…
Life’s not all good, there’ll be bad,
Earn your wages, pay your way…
Be prepared to die one day,
Cause no sod cares, do they?
Some of the things that he did say!
Hahaha! Thanks, Dad!

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The Iceland Man Cameth.
Popped the bags in the doorway for me.
I took them one at a time into the kitchen.
Topped up with drinkies to keep the bladder and catheter happy.
And some treats for myself.

arrived.
Sniffing at the bag with Joanne’s treats in for offering to wash my nightshirt thingies for me. After explaining that the cotton they are made of should not go in the tumble dryer, that’s why they have shrunk so much. And I was thinking I was piling on the weight. Hehehe! Chris sorted the medications, and will be doing the last call of the day later. So, I must now get something to eat before he arrives, or maybe leave it until after he’s been & gone. Decisions, decisions… not my scene at all nowadays!
No, no, I’ll make it afterwards because I still have to read the WP Reader. I’ll go on the reader now.
Some great blogs on tonight.

Turning off now, the need for food, you know. Hehe!

I bought some vegetarian sausages and some chips (fries) today. They were pale-looking and unattractive to me at first, but with salt and vinegar added, they were decent enough and not too hard on the teeth. I also bought a few potato waffles and halved tomatoes. Two wholemeal rolls and a pot of mandarins in jelly to follow. I gave Carer Chris the other two rolls with his other self-selected nibbles and drinkies.
I took this shot of the sunset from the kitchen window. Then I did the washing up and eventually worked out how to play back the recorded Heartbeat episodes. I started watching Series 8, number eight and fell asleep. I woke up what I thought was a few minutes later and found I was watching Series 8, episode 15. I couldn’t believe it. I must have changed summat without remembering because, according to the recording, I’d watched 7 one-hour episodes, which meant it should now be about 05:00hrs. But it was 02:00hrs. I’m sorry I wrote this now; I’ve just confused myself more. An easy thing to do, though.
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TALE END TREATISE 

Impenitentless Inchy: Wednesday 31st July 2024

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The sleep was lousy, maybe the worst ever for getting disturbed. This time, by . He’d given me a break for two nights, but he was back with a vengeance last night.  I wish that & would ease off a little bit… if not go away altogether.

Sorted the night pouch. The next task was the utilising of the Porcelain Throne. After a long slog, the first of the three tungsten steel-type sausages was released. The second one was not too keen to escape. Several Oohs and Arghs later, it was released. A moment later, I was getting on my feet to sort the after-the-release cleaning out. I had to hastily get myself down again, just in time, too. The final flurry produced a tough, tiny torpedo that hurt more than the first two put together! Hehe!
My ankle ulcer looked much better, although the legs were a little bloated and misshaped, to say the least. Hehehe!
Shaving and showering – yes, a lovely shower, were bloodless, which can’t be said for Little Incies Fungal Lesion.

I then got the late morning (I got up later today) morning views taken and realised something about each of the shots taken.
Zoomed in shot of HMP Nottingham. Opened in 1890 as a city gaol but was reconstructed in 1912, and until 1997, served as a closed training establishment for adult males. In 1997, D wing and E wing were opened, and the prison became a category B local establishment serving local courts in Nottingham and Derby. Currently holding 1,200+ interned villains. 2 local and 7 illegal immigrant killers & Murderers, 5 attempted murderers, muggers, con artists, causing death by dangerous driving, con artist, child molesters, drug dealers, pick-pocket, rapists, and an ex-politician. Having just released a convicted murderer of three old age pensioners from his 20-year sentence after 6 years. No doubt he’ll kill more innocents again, thanks to the murderous Parole Boarder’s decision to free him.  
Within this shot towards the City Centre, there have been, in the last year, eight murders.
The biggest drug raid done by the police in Nottingham was at these flats. They found drugs worth £1.2m in one flat. In which four immigrants were living free of all charges, awaiting a decision to be made. Only one was charged and is still waiting in the same flat for him to be deported back to Lithuania. Perhaps they will drop him by parachute?
Home from Home. Nottingham City Hospital

Pod pea preparing – a nibble pot?

Afternoon view.

Early meal – Nice!

Afternoon shots of the sky.

Dizzy, double vision, I had to give up on the blog.
TV,,, and nodded off for a few minutes – sprang awake… repeatedly until the Care arrived, who caught me nodding and woke me up. Hehe!

I fell asleep. The springing awake continued, so I got up to check the taps, cooker, etc., and apparently took this photo.
What was supposed to be, I know not.

Ahem, I found it within 3 seconds!
No, I’m not joking.  

It’s darned slow work having to recreate all signs, as the Smug-Mode one each time I want to use one. Grumph!

Thursday is likely to be a heavy day with other things too.
The snotty, superior, humourless SpecSavers chap is coming to find the new spectacles. Sister Jane & Pete might be calling. The nurse is due to take out and fit a new catheter set-up. The Ocado food delivery is due. The delivery of the present for someone is due. There’s something else as well, but I can’t remember what it was. Might it be a call coming in from the Diabetes Program chap? Or… well, summat else. 

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TTFNski, Each! 😴