Bleeding

Inchie: Tuesday 20th June 2023 – Part One

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A testing morning. I stirred around 06:30hrs, and for some reason, I was in an immediate grumpy-with-myself mode. 
The legs had gone down, but the thinner right leg was even skinnier. The ulcer on the right leg was leaking fluid and occasionally a little drop of blood.
I got the night pouch freed from the day bag.

Grabbed my and proceeded to hobble in the direction of the kitchen, to empty, clean and pack the pouch away – a temporary diversion; I gave myself a good on the Ottoman en route.
I laughed it off heartily, of course.
Got the pouch sorted, and made up a waste bag.
Apparently, accidentally taking this photo? from the door. It was the Asda delivery arriving. Who took the food through to the kitchen for me; I thanked him profusely.
Got the crackers and sour cream delivered, to have a try at the ‘Caviar’ later. Well, imitation caviar!) Plenty of soda water to satisfy the needs of and the irritating . Anti-Diarrhoea tablets, etc., but the swine of a company had not got any pod peas. Grrr!

The new tear & share bread sticks were found to be in need of cooking in the oven. Huh!

Cara Kara called. Got eye drops in/, issued the medications, and five minutes later, the drops.
The Gaviscon, which replaced the Peptac, has the worse of flavourings that I grossly dislike. Aniseed! Bad as my taste buds are at the moment, it still tasted horrible. Hehe!

I pressed on with updating the Sunday blog; not a lot to add, so I got it done quickly. And sent it off to WordPress.
I knew something was wrong: Liberty-Global Virgin Media has not gone down yet? Give it time, though!

I limped to the kitchenette, almost bouncingly as my feet were filling up and swelling again.
The Zoflora left the surfaces smelling sweet.

Took this grim-looking picture.

Carer Sam called. I told her about my problems and struggles with getting dressed, socks, shoes, pants, and trousers. Ablutionalisationings too.
I am feeling a bit sorry for myself again – must shake it off!

Hours later, a mug of tea. Even that had a distorted taste. Then I went to wash the mug and heard a sort of howling noise. It seemed to be coming from outside.

I went onto the balcony for a nosey round, and I adopted my Sherlock Holmes Mode! to no avail, though. Nothing looked or appeared to be out of order down there. A closer look…

The rain had stopped, but signs that it must have been heavy while it lasted were obvious.

The mudslide from Woodthorpe Grange Park seemed bigger than yesterday’s was. I wondered if someone got out of their vehicle and into the mud puddle, and that made them howl with frustration? Hehehe!
Ah, well, time to try and eat something now. TTFN

Inchie: Friday 16th June 2023 Eye-drops sorted for me!

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I woke up around 06:00hrs. And immediately went into a deep “Testing-Testing… what can get done today,’ mode! A discussion with Alto-Inchie ensued.
Something like this, I think, it was a short one…
 : What can I do about finding out about the eye drops?

: Wot, yer on abarght now?
Regarding the new drops, I felt sure the nurse said to take the old ones for two weeks, then take new ones… they got them delivered post-haste, but the instruction says nowt other than take them for two weeks… no, months! The Carer said they are to be taken at the same times as the old ones, on the same day… Clear as mud to me!
So?
Well, I can’t find out which to do…
Yer?
If I take them and shouldn’t be taking the Othma, they might have to be taken last before the next operation.
Hmm!
I’d better try the District Nurses’ place; they might know. I can’t get through to the EENT at the hospital.
Well, go on then! Wots stopping yer?
Well, it’s too early to get through, yet. I tried yesterday and could not hear a word the lady was saying; so I’ll have to beg the Carer to ring them for me.
Sod-all yer can do then, Inchie. Gawd, yer is pathetic!
I don’t deny it!
I’ll come back when yer not in Whimp-Mode! TTFN.

I escaped the clutches of the c1966 charity shop bought, second-hand, wincingly grotty, beige coloured, not mechanically working, crumb-covered from the nocturnal nibblings, itch-making, uncomfortable, virus breeding, easy-to-fall-out-of, recliner… to remove the night pouch, with difficulty and a degree of confusion and concern; from the contraption.
The flow had stopped flowing, and the day bag was a much deeper colour than the night bag. I was backing up, and not allowing me to pee involuntarily. As would be expected, but still a surprise to me.
Emptied the night ppouch then the day bag, and what a difference in colour!
Carer Chris later identified the two mixed together as a level four on the NHS chart. I think the tubing must have gotten trapped or twisted in the night. It looked okay this morning, and after a bit of jiggling and tube-squeezing, it flowed all right.

Took a snap of my ankles, but it turned out to be a terrible photographic effort. I swapped the night sunglasses for the 8-year-old day, cracked lens ones.

Off to the wet room, to urgently utilise the . Then get the full works done of the session tackled. With the aim of beating last week’s record-breaking 1hr-35 minutes time! I was determined to… I just don’t understand why? I should have known what was going to happen with me trying to rush things. .

❶ The first bloody session was the shaving! I think a new record had been cut – eight small knicks, distributed around the chin, cheek, neck and earholes.
❷ Cut gums and teeth bleeding tooth cleaning.
❸ No idea how I managed it, cause I was using nothing sharp, the somehow the back was bleeding after I’d Phorpained it?
❹ Both legs and ankles had specks of blood. But more amazing to me was the were all spouting water out?
❺ During the towelling on, I caught the tubing on , and this left Little Inchies .
However… carrying the water from the kitchen to the waited for 3 months for repair broken not filling itself WC Water Tank, went staggeringly well! But her pain-giving mode must have been set on delayed-action-mode, cause she was giving my agony later in the day.
To really depress me, the session took me 2hrs-10mins by the time I came out of the wet room. Sorry that I looked at the clock now!

Carer Chris arrived, too early for me to ask him to ring the District Nurse HQ to ask for advice on the ear-drop situation. He issued the Maxitrol drops and the morning medications, saying he’d try later on his next call, Bless him. He took the waste bags with him when I remembered to ask him for once, I wish I’d not remembered to ask now.

Another hard job, getting the slippers back on. Took another picture. In doing so, I spotted that the flexible tube that holds the connector to the night bag, was not there? I imagine it must have been in the waste bag now, that Chris had taken with him. So, it will be either a new day bag that will need fitting, or knicking a flexible tube from a new bag; and putting that on this bag.

I finally made a start on the completion of the Thursday blog.
But not for long. About ten minutes later, the Oligarchs Liberty-Global Virgin Media went down. Most aggravating! It came back on of its own accord in toughly eight minutes. Stayed on for twenty minutes, and off again!
I diverted to creating some things in CorelDraw. Half an hour, the smoke & mirrors money manipulator, Liberty-Global, came back online.

Carer Chris returned. Tablets, Phorpained the back for me, and Peptac was given. The lad then rang the District Nurse to ask about the eye-drop staking dates. He was told we have to ring the doctor, which he did for me.
Who told him that the Ophtha drops were only for pain relief when and as needed. Oh yes, thought I?

The lad left, and me asking him if he can try to call the EENT department at the QMC, who gave me the eardrops last visit. Chris said he would try, but maybe they would have closed by then. We can only try again!

Legerdemain, illusionist, and Hocus-Pocus experts who own Virgin Media, Liberty-Global, struck again with another failure of their pretend service going down yet again. This time I had to lose work again. Everything off, including the ensorcellment-ensuring Virgin Media box, and reset it. Eventually, it came back on.
Well done, Mr £26 million salaried Liberty-Globals Fries. Jealous? Me? No! .

Will I ever have another good, problem-free day? .

Well, well, as Victor Meldrew on the TV said: “I Don’t Believe it!“
But, of course, I do believe it. The regularity of the illusionist’s failure at Liberty Global; their failure…and I believe intended failure to correct any problems, and cunningly now inviting me via email, to move to another supplier… I kid you not. Here is it:

Hence confirming my prediction of last week! Other suppliers?
They have shares in or own at least 12 other internet companies in Europe and the UK.
This is the ulterior motive proved!
If we give as lousy service as we can, treat the idiot customers like shit. Overcharge them, ensure there are multiple signal losses every single day, and confuse the hell out of them with our double-talk, financial-escamotage, illusionism and not give a toss… What comes next, Oligarchs?

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Carer Chris called again. And he called the EENT as I requested him to – Gobsmacking, he got through to a human voice within a minute! I could not hear, of course: but he said that after the call; (So much for the Doctor)

UPDATED INSTRUCTIONS FOR EYE DROPS PROCEDURE

The two-month issue of the two eyedrops was to be taken together with a minimum time between as indicated.
The old Maxitrol is to continue with four applications a day for two months. As before, over the same period…
The new Ophtha will be three times a day for two months.
The Ophtha is not to be taken until 5 minutes after using the Maxitrol. Also, after application, the patient is to gently use his index finger, to gently massage the eye from the corner nearest the nose for a minimum of three minutes.
With both drops, you should wipe away any spillages from the eye that goes onto the skin.

Well, we did ask for the instructions! And we got them. Haha!

I’m getting fed up with this crap!
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UTTER CRAP. but they know it!

The late Carer was DM. A lovely gal. Got a grasp of the new procedure eventually. It’s so complicated. No Ophtha on the last call. We spent a while working out the procedure needed. I explained about the day bag not getting much urine, and my stomach was even bigger than usual. Thus, I forgot to ask for the night bag to be attached. Then again, if no urine is getting through?

Got some food made because Liberty Global have done in my resistance to their dirty deeds! I’ll get some food and catch up here in the morning! (00:10hrs)

MORNING HAS BROKEN
LAST NIGHT’S SKY PHOTOGRAPHS.
Faces, animals in the clouds.
Bootiful!

NOSH-TIME

The most looked forward to meal of the year.
Flavour-Rating: 6.5/10.
Not as good as I had hoped, but still!

Night Pouch Attaching: I faffed about and got the night bag onto ; the urine began to flow, but very slowly indeed. Then even though I was guzzling the soda water, it stopped suddenly. I was pleased in the morning that more had got through, but the tube and day bag was chocker-blockers with urine waiting for transit? Haha!

Sleep? Yes! I got two hours in!

Evening, all…
No, Morning, all!

Inchie: Thursday 15th June 2023: Eye Drop Dilemma!

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A few shocks today – none of them solvable. Need help badly.
£958 has gone from my bank account. Despite Kara, and Carolynne, trying to get me back onto the online account and arrange paper statements, things remain the same. Chris went with me bank meeting and did most of the talking for me, but still no progress.
Then the eye drop medications arrived, but I don’t know if they should both go in on the same day for 8 weeks or one of 4, then the other for 4 weeks? I tried to contact the Surgery, but it was multiple choice options, and I never got through to a human. This morning’s carer said she’d try to help, but it will take time. I am a little nervous about what to do about this. If anyone has the time, I’ll ask if they can call the EENT for me, so I can relax the tension I’m feeling about it,
Puddled seems a suitable word to use.
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I got a good three hours sleep in. Waking without any jumps or jerks around 07:00hrs. Took off the night pouch, and needed the Porcelain Throne almost straight away. So, off to the wet room. Not so messy this morning; also, Back-Pain Brenda didn’t play up so much as I hauled the water to the waited 3-months-for NCH maintenance crew to get the water tank filling and the cold water tap to run again, for me.
I thought I take snaps of the ankle and feet. Although the first one on the right here was interfered with because they were in a bit of a mess again this morning. Shaking Shaun and Shuddering Shoulder Shirley were competing for the title of worst current ailment. Hehehe! Took another one. They didn’t look too bad in the photograph; it could be my eyes were playing me up. They are definitely worse than last week. Tried to get a close-up when I got back in the main room. They still looked calmer on the picture and screen than direct from my eyes. I also noticed how cold the bottom of the feet was… they’ll be a reason for this, mark my words.  No idea what!

Got the waste bags sorted, and a new one started in the kitchenette.
I got onto the computer to get the snaps uploaded and doctored if needed.
Then made a start on finishing the Wednesday blog off. As I began, chimed out, and Carer Richard came in. Had a bit of a mind-blank here. I remember greeting him, vaguely talking about the new eye drops, and saying cheerio to the lad, but in between was and is a mystery.
Getting a lot of these lately. Why, I ask? No answer, of course, nobody else here. Well, fancy that, and pickled walnuts for supper… WHAT A SURPRISE! ?
The right eye was beginning to itch a lot, as it did yesterday, but there were the odd few minutes when it stopped, but it always started again.
The wee-weeing from the catheter was not very strong, so I upped drinking the soda water to encourage it a bit.

I went for the daily mug of tea while waiting for the oligarchical $26 million a year salaried Mike Fries company of number-crunchers to try to get the signal back on their pathetically run company they spent billions of $’s buying, only to destroy its reputation… there has to be some ulterior motive in this, which I don’t know. But rest assured, it will be financially advantageous, if dubious.

Carer Kara arrived. She was in a hurry but gave me a minute to explain about the worry over the eye drops, bless her. Said she’d try to get something sorted, but it takes a long time; thank you, Kara. ♥

, I got a text message from the bank. There has been over £900 taken to pay for something. This worries me a lot. Was it the electricity bill?

Window cleaner Joe arrived next. Done in no time, gave him my last tenner.

And then, as I was hobbling to get another bottle of water…acci-whoop! As ! I crawled back into the other room to use the c1966. charity shop bought, second-hand, wincingly grotty, beige coloured, not working, crumb-covered from the nocturnal nibblings, itch-making, uncomfortable, virus breeding, easy-to-fall-out-of, recliner as leverage to get back up on my feet again…
, I had a good against the swivel chair’s legs. After a few mild curses were uttered… well, not mild really; I misjudged the distance the bottle of water was away from me, down it went. watering my beet and the carpet! Expletives ensued, many of them.
The feet had taken a battering with the stubbing and struggling back up. Now unintentionally doused with soda water. One hell of a job to get them cleaned and dried off. I checked on the water papules on both legs; all were dry this time, with not a leak in sight.
The intercom rang; it was the new medication drops arriving.
The NHS man handed them to me, and as I was closing the door – I have a sense, feeling, that I don’t need to tell you this, and you have guessed? Yes… another ! I took an extra painkiller later.
Now I am really confused!
Got the medications out of the bag, and was puzzled and flummoxed to see two more droppers of the one I’d been using. I thought They said I was getting two new types. This brought into question; Did Did I mishear when they said two weeks of one, then two weeks of the other? Should I be putting them both in one eye for just two weeks, or a month? I mentioned my problems to the evening Carer, with hopes of getting some advice or help with the problems, that are important to me, futilely.   I’m stone baffled.

The instructions, Kara saw that the dosages were now 4 times a day for the Maxitrol, and 3 times a day for a month for the Optha drops. (2×80 doses). I can’t see to read them, though; problem upon problem adding up all the time now. I fear my spirits are getting dampened. All of the difficulties not being tackled are adding up.
I have not got the resources, skills, or capabilities to solve anything nowadays. Depression is gathering momentum, and no one cares or can help. It’s enough to make one think of giving in. Not that anyone is interested any more… I’m getting less interested and frustrated too. And, there is always a problem, new problems every day. Not to mention I want to know why it is hot and humid today, but the soles, toes, and ends of my feet are so flipping cold! Hehehe! Got to try and see the funny side, or have you?

I made a graph to use for the drops, that is, if they are for the same eye and both need to be used. I’ll try to ring them again in the morning; if I can find the number. If I can hear what they say, and do not get it wrong or forget what they tell me. It would be unquestionably best if I could get someone to do it for me. I bet that Kara may have already rang them for me by tomorrow. Bless her cotton socks. Then I need help with bank issues, that have to be sorted. They have Kara as my legalised communicator, so no one else will be listened to. I mentioned this to Chris, who went with me to the bank the other Thursday, tonight, and he confirmed that is what the bank man had said.

Yes, them obliarchalistical money manipulators don’t help me find any peace, either, do they? They seem to me, to be a number-crunching, hoodwinking Artful-Dodger type, flimflam and hokum, legerdemain, prestidigitation, experts. Possibly world leaders in chicanery and doublespeak. Jealousy, of course!

Back in the morning… hopefully!

Took these shots while in the kitchen.
To the left, and to the right.

These mystery snaps, I’ve no idea about.
Can you help me?

The bottom of my feet are still really cold to the touch.
But the inflammation is going down on the ankles.

Turning off now, going to make a meal. I fancy some spuds, garden peas and the last of the mini-vegan sausages. So, that’s what I’ll have. But I didn’t.
I had a tin of Chunky Winter Vegetables, added the soy sausages, a dollop of beetroot Borscht, some garden peas, and some small potatoes. Oh, and a drop of liquid smoke. Got it prepped and cooked, served up, and as I was taking it into the other room…

Carer got the night pouch on, and, after a little Inchie moaning about the bank and eyedrops confusion, left me to the meal.

It was fantastic! Flavour Rating 802/10!

Sweet Morpheus was reluctant again.
I couldn’t get to… oh, what’s the word?
SLEEP, that’s it. Such a rarity nowadays!

Inchie: Sunday 11th June 2023

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THE NOCTURNAL PHANTASM

It was so fantastically real at the time. I felt terribly depressed as I was dreaming the dream, Humph! 
It seemed such a long one too. A mishmash of incidents where I seemed to be back doing various jobs I’d done over the years; and jumping from one to another all the time. With this, there should have been confusion, but I seemed to follow it, although it was so confusing – which confused me more!
Everything brought back, was of frustrating or failed episodes I’d had; but somehow seemed worse this time? I may have been flailing about as well, cause the end came when I woke suddenly, realising my leg must have come off of the ottoman. and I stubbed my toes on the chair leg, twisting s knee! Both were painful, not that it registered immediately; my mind was trying to remember the dream details… I found some scribbled notes about it, which puzzled me even further; how could I write notes when in a dream?
All I can think of was, I must have woke up and made the notes, nodded off, and I went back into the same dream?
The and pains registered. They were bad enough for me to abandon the pleasure of the c1968, non-operational, tatty, scruffy, unkempt, uncomfortable, germ-breeding, Harold Haemorrhoid-Testing, sickenly beige-coloured recliner, to get some capsules;  barred-by-the-Doctor, Strong Ipobrufen.
Worra Dream & Awakening!

I had a struggle to get the connector off from the night
bag. So much so, that, with the bending and tugging at the thing, kicked off. And she’s been so kind yesterday.
I was in a mental and physical fiasco. But not for long; other things developed that made me add some more pain and anguish. The cause being, the need for the And what a session that was!

The leg dropping off of the ottoman must have been harder than I realised.
The top strap on tackle was itching like mad.

So, I naturally gave it a good scratching. I’m sorry I did that!

I anticipated that the resistance from the last three days of
being in control would need the aid of the crossword book. It was novel, to be able to read the clues now the Cataract Eye is getting better – but had to close the left eye to do so. The left eye has a cataract also and will need attention soon.

I fetched the first two buckets and bowls of water and hand refilled the not-yet-repaired; (but it’s only been 16 weeks I’ve been in agony filling bowls and buckets of water, awaiting the repair work – and only four more weeks until the appointment date arrives [20 weeks!]). 

Then on the last bowl-full of water was taken from the kitchen to the wet room !
I got a strong twinge from , at the same time, she was joined by , and within an instant, the bowl dropped at my feet, and the water somehow covered a large area of the wet room floor, me, the dressing gown, sink and W.C. Oh, dearie me!

Searching desperately for a silver lining, when Carer Chris came, he took this shot on the right, of both hands. The IV bruise (alert alarm on wrist) on the right hand, could not be identified. Looking good – Bet you I have to have another one when I go to the next appointment next Tuesday.

Got the computer on.
Determined to get as much done as possible, before the inevitable failure of the internet arrives to knacker things up. Within five minutes…
Liberty-Global did it again. It just disappeared from the ether. I waited for a while to see if it would come back on of its own accord; Which proves my faith in the lack of capabilities from Oligarch’s Liberty-Global Virgin Media to ever get a service that works… and with a stupid idea that it night – proves my idiocy and stupidity!
How do they get away with it?... Mind you seeing a photo of $24 million salaried top-dog Fries? He does have the look of a Mafiosa leader to me, anyway.
I can hear him now…
“Da idiots, we make it impossible to leave Virgin Media. We confuse them with masses of paperwork and try to sell them something else when they want to leave! And charge them a fortune to leave. And we have shares in all the other internet-providing companies anyway. As my Grandfather said: “Catch ’em, hold ’em, and rob ’em!”

While Mike Fries, Smoke & Mirrors expert, money-manipulator and Chief Executive Officer of Liberty Global’s Virgin Media, was down, I made up the waste bags and tried to rub some Phorpain gel into the area. Then emptied the Catheter bag. The internet returned at last. But not for long…

LIBERTY-GLOBAL VIRGIN MEDIA Strikes Again!

Carer Rhamat arrived. She looked a little tense this morning, so I soon had her grinning (Well, her facemask crinkled) with a few spur-of-the-moment gags and telling her about what to expect in old age. Hehehe! She left smiling, I can ask no more!

I started a bottle of the Schweppes ‘Monsoon Dance’ soda water, with a melon & watermelon tinge to the flavour. Not only nice to taste, but it got the urine flow going much freer.

The Virgin Internet returned again… I think my moustache had grown a good bit while I was waiting for this sensation of joy to be granted me, from Herr Fries Liberty-Global!

I think this must have been the shortest time ever that Money-Cruncher Fries Liberty-Global Virgin Media has been on for. Must be a record; about three minutes and it was off again!  I wonder, I do that often. What do you think?.  What am I thinking, a ! It was off for 25 minutes this time. I changed to doing some artwork for a later edition… hoping I didn’t lose it, but amazingly I didn’t and had access when Mr ‘Money-Man Fries’ Liberty-Global, Virgin Media, (EE, Vodafone, BT-UK, & Three, ) etc, came back on.

We must remember: They own or part-own: All3Media (50% ownership with Warner Bros. Discovery) – ITV plc (United Kingdom) (9.9% shareholding) – Platforma Canal+ (Poland) (17% ownership), – Sunrise UPC (Switzerland) (100% ownership) – Telenet (Belgium) (58% ownership) – UPC Broadband – UPC Slovakia – Virgin Media Ireland Limited – Virgin Media Television – Virgin Mobile (Ireland) – Virgin Media O2 (50% ownership), O2 UK – Giffgaff – Tesco Mobile (50% ownership) – Virgin Medis Limited (UK) – Virgin Media Business Limited – Virgin Mobile (UK) – Vodafone (4.9% ownership) – VodafoneZiggo (50% ownership) – Vodafone Netherlands. Part of Liberty Global is separately listed as LiLAC (Liberty Latin America and Caribbean Group), operating in over 20 countries under the consumer brands VTR, FLOW, Cabletica, Liberty, Más Móvil and BTC, as well as having a sub-sea fibre network in January 2018. And Liberty Latin America spun off the main company and began operating independently from Liberty Global.

Liberty Latin America’s operations consist of Liberty Puerto Rico, a provider of pay-TV, Internet, and telephone services in Puerto Rico, and VTR, a Chile a cable provider of television, telephone, mobile, and internet services. Through the acquisition of Cable and Wireless Communications, Liberty Global has become the owner of the largest pay-TV and broadband provider in the Caribbean. In addition, the company also owns CWCs.

Part of Liberty Global is separately listed as LiLAC (Liberty Latin America and Caribbean Group), operating in over 20 countries under the consumer brands VTR, FLOW, Cabletica, Liberty, Más Móvil and BTC, as well as having a sub-sea fibre network.

Liberty Latin America’s operations consist of Liberty Puerto Rico, a provider of pay-TV, Internet, and telephone services in Puerto Rico, and VTR, a Chile a cable provider of television, telephone, mobile, and internet services. Through the acquisition of Cable and Wireless Communications, Liberty Global has become the owner of the largest pay-TV and broadband provider in the Caribbean. In addition, the company also owns CWC’s operations in Seychelles named Cable and Wireless Seychelles.

Liberty Global serves six countries in Europe and is amongst the largest cable operators in Belgium, Ireland, the Netherlands, Slovakia, Switzerland and, sadly, for its customers in the United Kingdom.

“Liberty Global is a world leader in converged broadband, video and mobile communications and an active investor in cutting-edge infrastructure, content and technology ventures.” “But they still can’t get a signal to Nottingham that is reliable… however, you can rely on it going down, repeatedly”. Ask any sucker like me who is paying through the nose for this pathetic Oligarch ran excuse for a service to Nottingham, Sherwood in particular. Just a thought I had!

Well into the afternoon now. I had a look at the feet and toes. Apart from them being a little bloated, they looked good to me. Very little pain, other than the toe-stubbing inflicted ones.
Time to turn off the internet and computer, and internet, which is usually Mr Fries of Liberty-Global’s job.
Hunger is growing!

Well, well, fancy that! I am surprised!
So, a turned off the computer, cursed Mafia Boss Frys, with him a painful slow death, regretted my not being able to help make this happen, and made a quick meal. BBQ Rice with liquid smoke, chunky vegetables in tomato sauce, added some basil and oregano. All done in about 15 minutes or so. Two wholemeal bread rolls and a mini-pot of lemon mousse. I know how to live! Well, cheaply as I can, anyway. The entire meal cost only around £3… plus £5 for electricity to cook it & light for the kitchen’s 60w bare bulb.

Watched a video. Nodded off a few times during the film, but only for a few minutes at a time, just enough time for me to lose the plot of the movie. I’d left the tray with the dish and cutlery on it on the floor at the side of the £300, second-hand, c1968, charity shop-bought, eyesore-horrendously grungy-coloured, Harold Haemorrhoid-testing, easy-peasy to fall out of, unfit-for-use, not working, grotty recliner. I fell asleep again. Managing to miss the end of the story, not that it mattered really; I’d already missed the start and middle bit.

Last Carer Call, it was Richard. Eye drops were done, a painkiller given, a dose of Peptac and then, the had a night pouch attached. He checked the taps and oven for me. Took the rubbish bag with him on his way out.

Late I know, but I got back on the computer, which was working. Hat’s off to Herr Fries! However, after ten minutes…

After treading on the foil tray, cutlery and empty lemon mousse pot, then I quickly and effortlessly carried out another painful . Aargh! I took a snap of the evening view. I even saw two items in this photo. Do you see them? Go on, have a look. Hehe!

acci-whoopDespite being kinder today, well, even as well; The two forced me into taking one of the Ipobrufen Extra Strong capsules.

I watched a video, thinking it may just bring on the sleep, but no. Was not interested. So I turned on the TV, bound to nod off when the commercials comes on, surely? Nope!

Morning all!

Inchie: Saturday 10th June 2023

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Slightly darker, but within range.

The pins & plates look good.

The first job after removing g the night punch from the , was the need of the . Off to the wet room…
handled the lugging of the water from the kitchen sink to the wet room well today.

A mystery photo. As some pictures disappear into the ether from the SD Card, some get taken either by Alto-Ego, or me accidentally. Hehe! Part of the kitchen, I think?

Computing; Got the early photos loaded and went on CorelDraw to titivate the not-so-good ones… But…

Back on, and I finished the current photo editing, and I started to get them on file. This was about ten minutes after Liberty-Global Virgin Media’s first failure…

Bashed away and got the Friday blog done, over the next hour or thereabouts; Then...
AGAIN!

Carer Chris arrived. Eye drops and medicationing are seen too. No need for the Phorpain this time…
Was being a good gal!

Did the . Started the Ode for today …

Farcical! Maddening!

An hour later…


Fed up to the back teeth.
And I’ve got one of them left in there!.

Carer Chris returned. Meds and Eye drops.
Sneaked this photo on him, and asked him (with a grin on my face) if he was on a gambling site, sex line or Alcoholics Anonymous members site. He smiled back, and he said; “Yea!”
Hahaha! That made me larf!

I gave up on the computer and got some rather earlier than normal nosh cooked and served up, and served up.
With some air-fried potatoes as a side.
Flavour Rating: 705/10..
Saw that off swiftly!

Washed the pots.
Wiped around the kitchenette.

Feeling the lack of sleep now, I decided to try and catch up on some, because. So, the Computer turned off, and I got down in the £300, bought eight years ago from the second-hand shop, Harold Haemorrhoid testing, repugnantly beige-coloured, crumb containing, virus-breeding, acne-giving, rickety, none-working recliner, to try to get some shut-eye, because…

Went down again. Wonder if Fries feels bad about this?

As if the gentleman (Slip of the tongue), was or is the slightest bit interested in my, or any other unfortunate customer of…

Could he give a toss?

No! The Wheeler-Dealer, number crunching, figure-bending, brilliant Smoke & Mirrors manipulator is far too busy for anything such as namby-pamby customer satisfaction. He’s far too busy on stock markets, NYSE, SSE, BSE, HKEX, TSE, JSE, ADX, MOEX, & other stock exchanges, Credit Unions, Middle-Men-Money-Manipulators, & investing his $26 million salary with bonuses in shares for the best growth, I imagine?
Of course, a small element of jealousy is involved!

Got the TV on. Thinking it might, as it usually does, helps me fall asleep when the commercials come on. It didn’t.
An old car programme came on. And they were selling an old Ford Zepher, two-tone in cream and a maroonish red
Memory prompting. My mate at the time and I bought one between us, and we both loved it. But, it didn’t work out well, due to the increase (due to the availability of the car for lifts), in females showing an interest in us both. We fell out over whose turn it was to use it, and he had the money to buy my half of the car, and I never saw him again.

Carer Chris came for the last call. Painkillers, eye drops, and attached the night pouch onto the. We both forgot about the Phorpain Gel for .

I got back on the computer to do some work on this blog.
Ha!

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Gave up again, I’ll try to get up early in the morning to get this finished off.
Took the above picture of the sun on its way down.
And got into the second-hand, £300, charity shop bought, crumb-retaining, microorganism-microbe producing, gungy, moth-eaten, beige-coloured, non-working, bacillus encouraging, incommodious, Haemorrhoid Harold testing, c1968 recliner. Despite my tiredness, I just could not nod off!
Took another sky shot later on…
Then I had another go at getting to sleep.

One heck of a dream! I’ll relate it in the morning – notes made ready to use. Back to sleep…

TTFNski, each

Inchie: Friday 9th June 2023

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Another oddlimost day at Cell 72 in Woodthorpe Penitentiary… No, I mean flat 72 in Woodthorpe Court.
With the Guaranteed, assured, regular failings of

REPEATEDLY
IT IS NOW $26m!
Plus, a guaranteed bonus & expense account

The proliferative lifestyle of this money-manipulating, smoke & mirrors man, appropriating financial growth,  number-crunching for Liberty-Global oligarch, shows how cunning and clever he is.
I believe there is some hocus-pocus in his getting in bed with not only buying out Virgin Media and destroying its previously good reputation; He is now involving Liberty-Global, on paper, deceptively, deftly, deliberately, maybe disingenuously, financial links with other internet companies in Europe and the UK..
① Acquiring 1,335 million shares in Vodafone Group PLC.
② BT’s, EE will provide wholesale mobile network services to Virgin Mobile for an undisclosed price. Ironically, parent company Virgin Media, owned by Liberty Global, is the biggest competitor to BT in the provision of broadband in the UK.
③ Switzerlands Sunrise Internet. ④ SUNRISE TV & Internet & Phone Services. ⑤ Liberty Global & Telefonica have agreed to merge their British businesses in a $38 billion deal that will create a powerhouse. ⑥ All3Media: Liberty-Global a 50% ownership. ⑦ Platforma Canal+ (Poland) (17% ownership).
⑧ Telenet (Belgium) (58% ownership).
⑨ UPC Broadband. ⑩ Liberty acquired Germanys Unitymedia in November 2009 for $5.2 billion. ⑪ Global announced its acquisition of Cable & Wireless Communications. The $5.3 billion deal expanded Liberty Global’s presence into the Caribbean & greater Latin America. ⑫ They also owned a 49% stake in the majority state-owned Trinidadian telco, TSTT. ⑬ In May 2018, Liberty Global announced the sale of its operations in Germany, Hungary, Romania and the Czech Republic to Vodafone for €19 billion ($22.7 billion). The sale closed for $21.3 billion in July 2019. All of these operations, formerly named UPC (Unitymedia in Germany), were since rebranded to Vodafone. ⑭ In June 2015, Vodafone confirmed talks with Liberty Global focused on potential partnerships, but denied that a full merger was in the works. ⑮ Liberty Global invested in Guavus, a data analytics company, in September 2015. ⑯ Liberty Global announced a partnership with Amazon Prime Video. ⑰ VodafoneZiggo (50% ownership), ⑱ Vodafone Netherlands.

Oligarchs paradise!

Its respective legal names are Liberty Global Plc, Liberty Global B.V. and Liberty Global, Inc., with the first of these being publicly traded. It was formed in 2005 by the merger of the international arm of Liberty Media (in turn, a spin-off of American cable television group TCI) and UnitedGlobalCom (UGC). Liberty Global had an annual revenue of $11.5 billion in 2019, with operations in six countries and 20,600 employees. It has 10.8 million cable service subscribers, or 25.3 million revenue generation units (RGU), combining video, and internet.
All this, and they still can’t get a signal that’s anything like sustainable, to me in Nottingham?
And the face & cheek to put advertisements like this on the TV?
I had to write these detail – Pure Jealously, you see! Hehehe!

I didn’t get to bed until 06:00hrs. 23.5 hours after getting up, yesterday. Carer Chris woketh me around 08:30 hours. I didn’t move out of the £300, bought eight years ago from the second-hand shop, Harold Haemorrhoid testing, repugnantly beige-coloured, crumb containing, virus-breeding, acne-giving, rickety, none-working recliner during the visit, and until about 11:00hrs on the second Carer call from Christopher.
Nodded off again until around about 11:00hrs.

Carer Kara called in for a minute, to check on how things went yesterday at the bank. She had to rush off, but it was a wonderful gesture to pop in to check on things. Restore one’s faith! Thank s to you, Carer Kara. ♥ Cheered me up that did.

For some reason, the flat seemed very lonely as I responded to the need for the . No doubt about it, that was still in charge of the innards.
But things did move quicker this morning. Seems I’ve acquired a habit of painfully passing to medium torpedos daily? Not so much bleeding today, either.

After the ‘passing’, I started suffering with and in unison.

Grossly unfortunate with the timing. I was ‘cleaning the rear end’. So lots of ‘bits’ of toilet paper scattered about all over the place. I waited until things started to die down jerks and shakes-wise, and stretched won to get at some that had gone behind the WC – and gave myself yet another damned on the seat leg. Same bleeding toe as I did yesterday as well. Naturally, I just laughed it off and cheerfully carried on collecting the bits of cheap toilet paper from the floor.
A really lucky water hauling session from the kitchen to the wet room to refill the W.C. tank; I reported to Nottingham City Homes maintenance 3 months ago. Apart from the toe, I could not understand why was so kind to me. Then it dawned on me, I think. I was fetching the water a good six hours later in the day than usual.

Were belatedly carried out.

I got on the computer to update yesterday’s blog, and… It had to happen, of course. or else whatever would I do with no Mr Fires and Liberty-Global oligarchs to hate?
Then it got maddening!
It was off for about ten minutes, then back on…
This time it was down for ages.

I took this photo while cursing,  swearing and waiting for the reset box to work again.
Twenty minutes or so later, it came back on.
I started to do some comment answers.
Two minutes, if that, the bloody thing died another death!.

SWINE!

The Carer arrived, Chris again, and he got the cataract drops in the eye, and medications given.

Aha, the Oligarchs allowed me an internet service again.
This time for fifteen minutes. But I sickeningly lost the work I was in the middle off when it...
ARGH!

I’d just about caught up with redoing the CorelDraw work lost, I’m not sure, 20 minutes or so…

Now I was getting pissed off and depressed, and sorry for myself. I was not coming back of its own accord this time.
So everything turned off without a chance to save it AGAIN!
Turned off the box, unplugged it gave it ten minutes and tried again… booted up the computer, but no go!

I can’t find the expletives I need to describe how I felt!

I gave up and got the meal started. Nowt special, a can of veg soup, the last of the Borscht, added some liquid smoke and the last of the leeks… well, leek. Got some spuds cubes in the oven to roast, and returned to find the internet signal back on. Oh, joy! Naturally tempered.

Car parking for Billum at The Manor Laboratories.

I missed this one, sorry. Took it earlier in the morning.

These were taken over a period of time of the wonderful moon out there.

Changing colours over the 15 minutes or so.

Made the meal, tons of it and took a photo of the tray.
The photo was not on the SD card on Saturday. Huh!
Just one of the many mysteries of Woodthorpe Court, with the ghosts, wraiths, spectres, cacodaemons, apparitions, and other grotesqueries that haunt the hallways and lobbies, searching for Inchie to curse with bad luck, create ambiguities, abstrucities, perplexities, misfortunes and botherations, to scare. worry and confuse me! Cataract Kathie, Neuropathy Pete and Doreen Dementia are the main culprits. There are others, of course!

TTFNski

Inchie: Thursday 8th June 2023

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A Day with a Difference
Well, several! The usual confusion and misunderstandings were rife – as expected. But today, there was an almost carefree attitude… a feeling of whatever I do, it ain’t gonna go right, so why bother? So, for an hour or so, I didn’t have that cloud of clumsiness and depression lingering over me.
Naturally, as is almost guaranteed, (it is, of course), Mr Fries’s mob at Liberty-Global Virgin Media, assured me of spitting blood, and hatred-urging, loathing and cursing at their incapabilities to get internet service to me.
When I got home from the bank, I rushed and got back onto the blog catching up. Four hours later (now), I have just got it back on again, after SIX sickening service severances, that cost me time, as with no Liberty-Global Virgin signal, I could not save any of the work I’d done and had to do it all again.

Malignance, dislike, execration, and revulsion flowed from my brain, and loins, for the Liberty-Global, and its smoke & mirrors, money-manipulating, camouflaged-dealings, mere façade, ulterior-motivated $24m salaried Mr Fries.
And a spot or two of jealousy, of course.
I wish him no harm, heart attack, being assassinated, poisoned, ran over with a steam roller, or electrocuted (preferably in an electric chair), nor any undeserving ill-will.
He’s got the Liberty-Global oligarchs financially contaminated with Vodafone, Three, BT & EE as well. Plus, Dutch, German and French internet companies. Hence my mentioning an ulterior motive that must be in his plans? The only benefit for me is when the end of the world comes, forecast for November 3rd this year, he will be sick to death at the thought of his billions being unable to go with him to heaven. (Or possibly Hell) Where I, will not be sorry at all after the misery, pain and money Liberty-Global have cost me.
I hope to see him at St Peters’s gate – I will larf!
Just a few random thoughts on the subject!

06:00hrs: Woke, Struggled, but took the night pouch off of tackle.
The colour of the urine was very pleasing and light, within the NHS colour charts ‘Healthy Wee’ scale chart!
The mind engaged early today. And I sat there pondering on the timing of the appointment at the bank, had I arranged a lift? Worked out the timing, passed some wind and acknowledged that the was needed… but not urgently, so considered the things I needed to take with me to the bank. Then realised I needed a good scrub-up and shave, freshening and certain delicate areas were in need of some medicationalisationing.
So, I escaped the confines of the c1966. charity shop bought, second-hand, wincingly grotty, beige coloured, not working, crumb-covered from the nocturnal nibblings, grotty-looking, rickety, itch-making, uncomfortable, virus-breeding, acne-giving, Harold’s Haemorrhoid-testing, non-operational, easy-to-fall-out-of, recliner, and whistling merrily , waltzed off to get the tended to. Other than a few extra nicks shaving, and, I’m afraid, , things went very well, with the ablutioning!
But not so, with the struggle on the .
was in charge for the third day. Firmly, solidly and damned painfully!
I spent an awfully long time trying to urge things along but ended up just sitting there awaiting things to start off…
The two evenly sized bloodied torpedoes, when they did nudge their way out, double-plonked into the WC, and I felt the splashes hit my bottom. Huh! I’d just cleaned that as well! Hehehe! So I cleaned things up again and then feared the trek into the kitchen to get four buckets of water to use, as Nottingham City Homes maintenance does not consider it an emergency, and will not arrive to mend it until 7th July, 3 months after it was first reported. Yet, fetching and carrying the water to the W.C. tank didn’t seem to upset anywhere near as usual. Naturally, I expect to pay for this in some other way later. And I did!
The IV bruise on the back of the right hand had faded a lot. Drying my back with the towel I hit that hand against the sink, I hardly felt it at all.

I got the PPs & trousers on without much hassle. Carer Kara came. And kindly spent a minute or two checking that I’d got things in hand for the bank visit. Bless her!

After she departed, I got the paperwork, and notes written for me in the bag in the 3-wheeled-walker. I was hoping that Carer Chris would arrive at the flat to help me with the shoes, but he didn’t show. I assume he’ll meet me in the lobby. Pleased to see I still had a good stock of soda water and spring water. I’m drinking a minimum of 3 bottles a day now. Gathered the things, ready in the trolley in the hallway, then checked on the stove and taps to make sure I’d turned them all off – which I had. Another .

Got down in the lobby to await Carer Chris and The EasyLink lift. The EasyLink lift was due at 14:00hrs. Chris arrived at 14:05hrs, and the lift at 14:15hrs. I could not close the velcro on the shoes, and they were uncomfortable, not to mention a little dangerous for tripping; so I asked Chris to do them up for me straight away. Which he did.

We mounted the EasyLink bus. Two other people on board to be dropped of en route, no problem, we had plenty of time. Although I got a smidge, I’ll say uncomfortable in the area.
I enjoyed the trip, actually, despite the pain from a now angry . My how the City Centre has changed since my last outing there. Amazing how quickly new flats have been built for the students. I wonder if they get plumbers that take 12 weeks and are in agony? Hahaha!

We arrived at the bank, but it didn’t look like a bank. No cashiers at all? The few staff I saw all looked mega-depressed to me.
The meeting was weird to me. I think that my having a mini while in the room, convinced the banker that I was a wanker, and all following communications were between Carer Chris and the man. Couldn’t hear a word of what was being said.
As far as I know, or understand; they are going to send me paper statements. I have to ask Carer Kara to go to or phone the bank? I hope Carer Chris got it all down.
‘s Performance left me a little unsteady, but I’ve had a lot worse.
When we left we had a good while to wait for the lift home. So we went into the M&S food store, I was convinced they would have some Borscht on sale. But, no!

Back to Davies Road to the pick-up point. A long wait. During this, I took a photo of Carer Chris. A good-looking, tall, young lad. Makes you sick! Har-har!

He took the camera to take a comparison photo of both hands. As you can see, the IV-bruised right hand is markedly different to the left. It’s healed now; no pain.

He then took a photo of yours truly.
I said; I don’t look 98 years old, do I?.
He replied… ‘Oh Yes!’ Hahaha!.

It seemed an age before the lift arrived.
But, it was sunny and warm.
When it did arrive, we were soon on the way… Picking up two chaps en route, and dropping them off en route.
Not sure what time we got back. I really must get around to buying some watch batteries ASAP!

Chris scuttled off back to his local duties, and I got back in the flat and hastily emptied pouch. Just in time, Phew!

Got on the computer to start this blog. (12 hours ago now) within minutes; A-Bloody-Gain!
This lasted for around about fifteen minutes

Ten minutes after it had restarted. It went off yet again!
I lost some of the photos I’d taken from the SD card, so, when it did start, about ten minutes later, the work had been saved. Once again, I had to repeat tasks I’d already done, which cost even more time! This time it seemed to be working a little slower, though. I was pressing on… after another ten minutes…
Down it went!
Along with my enthusiasm. My hatred of Liberty-Global, Fries, and Virgin Media, did not go down; it grew!

I had to do another close-down without being able to save the work done. All turned off, then unplugged Liberty-Globals router box, or whatever it’s called, unplug it, give it a few minutes, then, I replugged it, press the box reset button, and waited and prayed…
In between cursing Liberty-Global, Fries and Virgin Media, I emptied pouch again…

Carer Chris arrived, I asked him to confirm the decisions that were made at the meeting. I’m not sure what he said; what’s going on here? Am I going bonkers?

Aha, a mistake, an error surely… no, it’s right; Liberty-Global Virgin Media was back online! I try to rush to get things done before it went down again.
Five minutes later…
Came back on its own this time. I’m worried about Liberty-Global’s boss, Fries. Coming back on, on its own? He may have a heart attack. Though I suspect he had nothing to do with the running of the business, how it runs, how bad it is, etc.

Yes, 20 minutes later, it was back to the normal shitty Liberty-Global Virgin rubbish again! I’m running out of expletives for this company and boss.
It was back on again 18 minutes later. And stayed on for over two hours! Honestly!

Carer Chris did his last call, adding the night pouch to . I forgot to ask, and he forgot to put some of the Phorpain Gel on my rear end to counter the pain from ever-present
I was getting so tired, weary and frustrated. But continued with this blog.
I stopped to put some gel on my back; not easy; it probably causes as much pain as it relieves with my stretching to reach the affected area.
I took this rather nice photograph of the evening scene. Amazing how it shows up with a brown hue. Cause to my eyes, it looked blue? But it’s still a lovely view.
Well, fancy that!
Still, I wouldn’t give up.
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Uneducated. A smidge on the thick side physically as well as mentally.
Ten minutes or so later, it returned… Note I do not say; Ten minutes or so later Liberty-Global Virgin Media and Fries got a signal to Nottingham… I said that wrong and lost the effect of my sarcasm there – I’m so tired.
04:30hrs now. Took this snap of the early morning view. Not a good one, but what can I do?
I decided to get my head down, won’t be for long; the Carer will be shortly due!
A superior effort this one was.
Getting done to reach the wounded digit, wipe and cream, then gauze on it; was probably as painful as the initial toe stub was!
Still, yer can’t win ’em all!

For sanity, another blow,
How does Inchie do it, though?
It’s a mystery, as you may know,
Not bright; he’s a little slow!
But, he’s such a nice fellow…
And, he hit his hammertoe!

Then the bank sent this email. It confused the already confused Inchie, a bit.

05:30hrs: I’ve been up for one hell of a time. Got up at 06:00hrs… made the meal at 06:00 the next day… have I been up and angry with Liberty-Global’s failures for 2 hours then?

The meal was welcome.
Taste Rating of 8.2/10, despite falling asleep eating it and making a mess all over the dressing gown, my chest and the chair…

What a long, lugubrious, almost hallucinatory day it’s been.

Keep Your Pecker Up!

Inchie: Monday 19th June 2023: Ablutionalisationing Trials & Accifauxpa

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I was no sooner down in the £300, second-hand, most uncomfortable,  decrepit, Haemorrhoid Harold-testing, creaking, sleep-deterring, nauseatingly beige-coloured, not-working, recliner, and I was off in a deep cataphora! But, it only lasted a couple of hours. I was more like a catnap! Thanks to…For the first time ever, Colin was affecting both hands and fingers! Naturally, I coped in my usual pain-bearing way. Being the calibre of man that I am. (Cough, cough!) Any wailing noises heard by my neighbours would likely have been in my sleep while having a nightmare.

Here is the drip tray with the night bag in it, catching the state of my water-leaking, one swollen, one not, legs. With Lymphorrhoea Leslie, Odious Odema Diana, and the ankle ulcer; leaking fluid and the odd tiny globules of blood. I could feel and see some more storage space they had made for themselves just under the ankles. It’s a game, innit?
A slightly better measure in the bag, especially for five hours.

No immediate call for the yet, so I had a rare mug of tea and just three dunked bikkies for breakfast.
Naturally, the tea was decaffeinated. Again,
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Well, I knew today may well break the time taken record again. I was right! You see, I’d been walking about the flat for ages without any socks or slippers on. That is because it’s such a hell of a painful arduous task getting them on.  (Pity-Search-here?)
I can’t see very well since starting the Opatha and Maxitrol eye drops. The soles looked almost black to me, so today, I’ll stand in a bowl of soapy water when I take the shower; I might put a tiny drop of bleach in it. The morning exercise time… yes, the – well, not exactly, the action bit is in agonisingly carrying buckets of water to refill the unmended W.C. water tank and not working cold tap. Still, it’s only been about three months since the problem was reported to Nottingham City Homes maintenance, and I’m in pain hauling the water every time I use the . But I don’t want to rush them… Let’s face it, what’s a little agonising, painkiller-needing bother from once or twice a day… Surely whoever reported it for me, must have told them about this problem? Int life good?
Anyroad, today I wore the reading glasses just in case the torpedoes need a lot of prompting to escape my innards. Now I could at least have a go at the crossword puzzle while waiting.
(More Pity-Searching Here?) But it caught me out today, and came out quickly; it was a deep orange colour and stunk to high heavens? And I only ate a pot noodle yesterday, and three bikkies this morning? Messy too, which cost me even more time to get cleaned up. What’s going on here? Tsk!
The shaving went well, just two tiny cuts. The teeth cleaning was put on the back burner; until I find where I left the toothbrush? Got the bowl filled with water from the shower, added Dettol and washing-up liquid, and stood in the bowl, ready for a good scrub-up…
As I reach up to get the shower thingamabob, my feet slipped on the bottom of the bowl…
I knocked the bowl over as I lunch at the grab bar, holding onto it for dear life as I spun round and hit my bum on the tiles, but prevented a proper tumble.
Apart from agony from the bum, , pouring blood, a bruised knee, giving me some, and the valve getting opened in the shuffle and merrily releasing pee all over, it wasn’t too bad.
It took me ages to get the place, and me sorted out. I was a smidgeon shaken up but persevered with the showing, but at a reduced rate and with extra care. I dare not use the bowl again. So I thought, “Ah, I’ll use the loofah to reach the feet’s soles…” but that seems to have joined in the toothbrush in the AWOL list? Some days are not good… well. all of them for me!
However, things may have been a lot worse if I’d missed or failed to hold on to the grab rail. I’m sure the soles of the feet were not cleaned properly. But did I care by then? No, not a lot!
Finished the shower, got the reading glasses back on, and towelled off, then started the medicationings.
I actually counted them today, but I forgot how many.  More than on here me, methinks;
❶ Olive oiled the ear holes.
❷ Little Inchies Fungal Lesion creamed.
❸ Ointmentated the Catheter straps, and dried the pouch.
❹ Dried the , both
and .
❺ Germolened .
❻ Phorpained as far as I could reach.
❼ TCP’d the Mystery chest-tummy, whatever they are.
❽ Then, the painful and impossible one! Daktacorting Little Inchies Fungal Lesion. Which is usually the trickiest of them all, pain-wise and tactically.
Having the Catheter tube inserted, and refitted so often over the last… how long has it been? It must be three or four months by now; it has and is nigh-on impossible to get the cream where it is needed to stop the bleeding. Unfortunately, it is easy to get the medication onto one’s testicles. Arrgh!

ANOTHER CHALLENGE – GETTING DRESSED!
The Second-Worst Dressing Job First
Getting into the protection pants!
The knees and water-filled legs do not want to raise enough for me to get the second leg in! I can’t use the picker-upperer, because it tears the fabric it pulled at. So I’ve worked out a sometimes successful trick. I get myself either back to the sink, or in the corner of the room, for best. But the legs do not want to bend enough, so I lean to the left and often get the foot in the lefthand side after getting the right one in.
Then getting the pants up to the intended area is obstructed by . Many tears happen when I do this, and I have to start again, win, or lose at this stage,  I can assure you starts kicking off!
Thank heavens I only wear trousers when I have to go to the hospital, Dentist, EENT or any other medical calling.
Cause they are so painful to wear.
As for wearing socks, without help from a carer, it’s virtually out of the question. Not long ago, I had to use the dreaded
Now as my faculties and body deteriorate, I can’t even manage to use her. , the Papules, , even can stop any chance of using the blood-causing Glenda anymore.

and pool together, to somehow make me forget to ask the Carer to help me get socks, shoes, or trousers on, on the day needed.

I got carried away there. Better put summat else other than tales my sufferings and woes, Hahaha!

Where was I?
Who am I?
Why am I?
Oh, yes…

The feet and legs were always changing, leaking, then drying, growing, or shrinking… Hey-ho!

Well, what a record… 2hrs-25minutes
to get the Throne & ablutions done!

Little Inchie off again, poor little mite!

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Nice morning

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Pondered over what to have to eat later…
The result was nothing. I’m just not hungry.
Meals over the last few days have been
tasteless anyway. I did have some biscuits, though
with my two cups of tea.
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Nice!

Hristina, the wonderful haematology DVT Warfarin nurse, arrived to take some more blood. ♥

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A little uncertain as to why I took this one?

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Confusion today over the eye drops, but I had them all.

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The end car park now the short rain had stopped.
You can see the mudslide from the cut-through on the right into the Woodthorpe Park area. And my neighbour’s balconies!

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I took another shot to the left of the balcony.

Then around 17:00hrs and over the next few minutes, I took several shots of the oh, so wonderful puffer clouds.
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Pareidolian’s Delight!
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Pareidolian’s Delight!
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Pareidolian’s Delight!
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Wow, Gorgeous! Took this again to get the sun

TOTAL MEMORY BLANK!
Gawd knows what happened here.
I seem to know that Carer Chris came twice more.
Vaguely recall taking a tumble, well more a stumble.
Then nothing for three hours or so. (I think)

Got on with this blog, until the fatigue came over me.
This is unbelievable, cause apart from the wet room battle, I’ve had the easiest day for ages?

But I still fade as the day progresses.

Not hungry yet.
The .
I’ll finish this in the morning…
All being well!

I had a tasteless Pot Noodle, I thought I’d better eat something, even if I can’t taste anything nowadays.

Carer Chris made the last call. Medications were given to me, and Maxitrol and Optha eye drops were inserted. Night Catheter-Pouch added to .

TTFN

Inchie: Sunday 18th June 2023

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I woketh up, well pleased with the few hours kip I’d attained.
Then noticed the legs. The left one was flaming bloated, massive, the right all skinny. And, water was spouting out of both leg ulcers and the papules on the left one. Tsk!
When I moved in the aged, grotty-looking c1966 made, charity-shop-bought, horribly beige-coloured, £300, Harold’s Haemorrhoid-testing, non-operational, acne-giving, virus-breeding, rickety, easy-to-fall-out-of recliner; to get to the night bag for detaching from .

The urine in the bag in the drip tray was a little too coloured, but it’s been worse lately, so no complaints.

I took another look a few minutes after sorting the bags out, and the water was still coming out of the ulcers and papules. Although more slowly than earlier.

Off to the . I didn’t get out of the room for over an hour. And that was to lug the water to refill the non-mended W.C. water tank. I had not had a shave or shower, so no cuts or nicks this morning. What delayed me this time, was the agony, of waiting for the action to start from the rear-end department! The regulation two torpedos took a long time to begin its journey. The eyes were not able to read the crossword book clues, which disappointed me a little. I couldn’t see the cobwebs or cracks on the ceiling to count! I imagine the new eye drops were the cause of this dilemma.

Cleared up the used pouch, wrapped and sealed and into the waste bag. Then I titivated the kitchenette a bit. Not a lot!

Got the computer on, downloaded the photos from this morning and last night and…
went down on me. Well, well!

I made up some drink mixers while waiting for the Smoke & Mirrors: (someone who draws attention away from often embarrassing or unpleasant figures or issues) Oligarchs at Liberty-Global to get a signal to me.

When it was the Carer. I was Gobsmacked at the time. He’s not been informed of the changes. He said he’d inform whoever was coming next time; it was not midday, but 13:30hrs or thereabouts. To get back on schedule. to give the four-hour break. The gal arrived near midday.
No problem with this at all. I just got a little confused. Which takes no effort at all nowadays. Hehehe!
The Carer, who came second, was okay about things. She’d not been told either. And she returned later and did a great job with the drops before rushing off. Hope she wasn’t too messed about; bless and thanks to her. The 1800hrs call next, back in order again. I thought we (well, they) handled these issues with efficient aplomb, as well.

Finally, I got the Saturday blog posted to WordPress.

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Emptied the day bag.
The papules (Lymphorrhagia Leslie) and both of the ulcers (Odius-Odema) were no longer leaking fluid, well, just the odd tiny bit bubbling out now and then.

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I got the cover on the computer swivel-chair rearranged.

Found this snap I took early this morning.

The White Toe End

The Hallway

Little & Large…

Bottom Car Park

Today’s Mystery Photo?

Cor-Blimey! What a mess the feet and legs are in!
Odius-Odema and (build up bags on the feet) Lymphorrhagia Leslie are having a ball with me. Ulcers, papules, and the heels keep spewing out liquids in varying degrees. looked up the feet-fluid bags. It’s the great escape of the lymph from lymphatic vessels that have been injured. Of course, I knew that. Hehe!

I took a few snaps of the ever-darkening late afternoon.
Rain on the way, methinks?
The clouds still hold a beauty for me
Pareidolian’s Delight

The first evening Carer arrived.
Did a grand job on the eyes for me.

Back to the kitchen window as the rain started.
Naturally, I took these through the window.

Good Heavens, Little & Large again.

I’m not really hungry, may just have a pot noodle and bread roll, methinks. I’ve lost my appetite and my taste buds these last few days, seem to be on strike?
I had a pot of Sweet & Sour Noodles, with added sauce. And defrosted two bread rolls. Again… little taste came through. Glad I didn’t waste time, effort and money trying to make a ‘so-called’ favourite meal this time. Sad innit? 

The last of the day caller, arrived, Richard.
He got the night pouch attached. Maxitrol Eye Drops in did the medications during the five minutes break between drops applications, then did the Optha drops. Left me with my 3-minute finger in the eye near the nose process as instructed, and got off on his rounds.
Richard said that the NHS was now using Gaviscon instead of Peptac. But, the flavour is even more vile than the Peptac was; that was a horrible taste. This new one is made with… and the thought makes me want to puke… ANISEED flavour!
Ah!… I wonder if this almost poisonous-tasting medicine, combined with the new Optha eye drops, could be what’s causing my taste buds to revolt? Hehehe!

But, the eyes are worse than ever this morning. I’m assuming they will remain the same for the two months I’m on them?
Then hopefully get the eye done that needs the cataract that was repaired removed, and lasering off. A stitch in the eye for the crack. Then start again with another cataract procedure.
Then, if I live long enough, the left eye cataract to be done.
Then, the Glaucoma (No idea what the treatment is for that, I’ll look it up later) in the left eye needs doing.
I looked it up on the NHS site:

There are several different treatments for glaucoma, including eye drops, laser treatment and surgery. The best treatment for you will depend on your circumstances. Treatment can’t reverse any loss of vision that has already occurred, but it can help stop your vision from getting any worse,
Well, that’s cheery news!

Sleep Glorious Sleep was attained within seconds of my head downing! I’m serious, I was off like a log!
UNFORTUNATELY...
I burst awake, in agony from my old foe, A pincer movement attack this time – both hands and fingers.
Hours later, I managed to nod off, but it was not worth it; it was only an hour away from when I needed to get up; So I could spend the 2 hours ablutionalisationing. No doubt with a visit being activated as well.

FED-UP!
Still, I’m not complaining really.

Inchie: Tuesday 6th June 2023

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Great shade of urine…
And it’s all mine…
So, no need for me to whine…
At last, a positive sign!
Haha!

Body Checks
The IV bruise looking a little better.
The legs – a little fatter?
Also, better feet and ankle ulcer!
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Hard but still messy.
After using the stored-ready water containers to refill the non-working W.C. water tank (Waited Ten weeks for a repair up to now, and not due until July 7th) Thus, I am sentenced to agony on every visit to the Porcelain Throne or WC.
Has anyone told them? I was forced to take some decent painkillers in an effort to calm down my anger-ridden . It’s a cruel world!

I rang to see if I could get a lift to the bank on Wednesday; they told me to ring back in case there was a cancellation – but, no such luck. . It was still slightly The conversation was difficult, and , and , not to mention my troublesome .
But the Lady was patient and made sure I’d got the right details, when I booked a trip with them for Tuesday 13th June; to the .

Carer Kara, ensured a lift to the bank with a taxi company for me and a Carer (Christopher?) for Thursday.

I tried to sort out the things I need to take to the EENT with me for the visit, but I was struggling. So, I’ll ask a carer to make a list for me. Shaquille?

Asda food arrived.

The fridge & freezer are full now!

And Iceland delivery arrived.Which, I could swear I made for next week.
Another cock-up on my behalf!
I must get a grip on these date mix-ups!
Even more, food is crammed away now!

Started to prepare the meal of the day.

Got it served up with some added beetroot and the last of the bottle of Borscht, and some Zirnelial peas. Sob!
The meal was one of my tastiest yet.
A quarter of the way through it… and
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were due? So I put down the delicious
food, and off to the door to investigate.
It was . She couldn’t get her remote control to change the sound on her kitchen TV. It really bothered her. So I went in to have a look, thinking that the remote might need new batteries. But no! Poor Josie could not see which buttons controlled the sound on the panel. It took a long while to explain, and she kept wanting it louder and then quieter. She could not grasp which buttons to use. Bless her. And with her bad sight, had difficulty in her seeing which ones to use, and kept pressing the ‘Mute’ button in mistake. I drew a map, if she can see it, of where the volume buttons were. Eventually, I got it how she wanted it and departed back to my cell… er… flat.
And the cold meal on the tray. Hehehe! I still ate it without microwaving it to warm it. With a glow inside, cause it’s marvellous when for once, I can help someone else. I ate it all up with a wholemeal roll, and still enjoyed it!

Must have been tired, I can’t recall the evening caller; what happened or when I got to sleep?
Nothing until waking up in the morning.
Another strikes!

TTFN