Inchie: Wednesday 17th May 2023

21/05/2023 / Inchie / 4 Comments

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Woke up and removed the pouch. The feet looked even better this morning.

Morning view.
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Off to the .
The usual struggle is to get the water to refill the non-working W.C. tank. The latest date for an ETA for a plumber is now in July.
Goes without saying, but was agonistic.

Brekkers

Blood Pressure etc., was taken. Far too high!
Cara Kara or Jodie? Assessed the urine as a grade 4. And put some Phorpain Gel on my back for me.

Visit Two.
Sorted the waste bags. Cartoons were done for the blogs.

Front car park.

During which, thee Cares Called. (In the log book)
I’d finished and posted the Tuesday blog. (It had been posted)
I’d acquired a burn mark on my right knuckle. (No idea?)
The balcony door had been opened? (No idea?)
I must have started the meal prepping. I’d opened a can of beans and added some of the Latvian garden peas, and a bottle of Borscht was also been used, added to the saucepan with the last of the fresh vegetables. All together with, I assumed, some BBQ sauce added.
Found this photo on the SD card.
Unfortunately, along with five frames that could not be read by the computer or CorelDraw in the morning.
Format Not Recognised?
I think the blanks covered about four hours or more.

Got the potatoes in the oven, nice and crisp and warmed up the beetroot soup with extra peas, vegetables, beans and seasoning.
Cracking Good Taste!

A new called twice tonight.
Rubbed some Phorpain gel into my back for me.

After he’d gone, I either fell into a deep sleep or
Mind Blank came on.
Woke up at 04:40hrs.

Ciao!

Inchie: Saturday 20th May 2023

21/05/2023 / Inchie / 4 Comments

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My sweetheart Jillie called on me today. Everything went twinkly. I lost all control as we chatted away, dreaming of being twenty years younger without the catheter. I can dream!
This caused very little else to happen or sink in anyway. So a shortish blog for this Sunday. I shall try to make notes to refer to.
Goodness Gracious me, it’s Saturday, innit?

Here goes…

I woketh up and got the Catheter night bag off of .
There didn’t look like much urine in the night pouch.
But it was a great shade, to say so little had escaped, a 4 rating.

Until I lifted it, and it was a decent amount after all.
Could have been due to or . But my money was on to blame.

The first summoning to the soon arrived as I was taking a photo of the morning view.

Off to the wet room.

Water containers were all prepared for refilling the Water tank that has not refilled itself for two months, and I have to wait until July before anyone can get to me to mend it. Humph!
was in charge again. A dagnab messy job cleaning up afterwards! was in top gear with the pain issuing as I started to carry the buckets of water, ready for the next visit – which you may be surprised to learn was five minutes after exiting the wet room!

This time it was a little more resistant to come out, I half expected a torpedo… but when it did arrive; Splutter-splash all done in seconds.
The urine was flowing well. (Stilton Cheese legs? Haha!)
Got the buckets emptied into the non-working W.C. water tank.
Refilled them due to and her hatred of me lifting and carrying anything whatsoever. I took an extra Codeine and carried on with my noon-working W.C. water tank refilling.

Still can’t find the toothbrush.
The session went wellish. Only two tiny nicks while shaving.
And, no third time for the head bashing against the sink.

Had a struggle again getting the PPs on.
Then I noticed a slight discomfort under the arms.

But the legs and feet looked great!

For the next, I don’t know how long, is mostly . Jillie had called on me.
She helped settle my worries about the
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Scary, worrying about phone changes and what I have to do to get it done. And booking alit to the hospital for next week.
I dread the thought of struggling with this.
Also, if it’s going on the Virgin Internet system, it’s more scary. They can’t even get a signal to Nottingham without it going down almost daily now – what chance the telephone?
Mumble, moan, groan & hatred of Liberty-Global Virgin!

I’d left the stew on medium heat for four hours!
I disgorged some of the veg, a can of garden peas and some water, and stirred away at it, hoping for the best.
It looks terrible but tasted okay to me when I tried some.
Got the spuds in the oven.

These photos I must have taken from tea-timeish to 20:20hrs.
Not that I can really recall some of them…
Closed the computer.
I’ll try to catch up in the morning.

PAREIDOLIAING.
I do recall this one. And seeing a tadpole?

Last one of this session.

Back in the morning with the nosh photos.
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Good Morning – Update!

Asked the Carer if she’d put some cream under that arms for me, on the mystery red patches.
They bothered much less within an hour! Thanking her, or him for tending to me! I appreciated that. The affected area was fainter now in the centre underarm. Good!

I salvaged and doctored the borscht. Added some more peas,
and got it served up.
Flavour Rating: 8/10
A good tasty repast. Worth rescuing; glad that I did now.
Potatoes, roast potatoes, beetroot, peas (plenty of them!), carrots, red peppers, onions, and parsnips.
Seasoned with a splash of BBQ sauce and the Przyprawa.
Out of fresh veg now. Plenty of jars and cans in, though!

I got settled, well partially, into the second-hand, £300, charity shop bought, crumb-retaining, microorganism-microbe producing, gungy, moth-eaten, beige-coloured, non-working, bacillus encouraging, incommodious, testing, c1968 recliner.
Then noticed the change of colour from the sky coming in through the moth-eaten, thin, ripped curtains. I Got got the Kodak (Thanks to Tim in New Mexico donating it to me). And hobbled into the kitchenette to take some shots of the sunset…
I’d left the tap running in the sink from washing the pots up earlier. The hot water was cold, of course, now. . to blame! I belatedly turned off the tap (faucet) and perused my mission of photographicalisationing the sunset before it disappeared.

Back to the unwelcoming £300, second-hand, c1968, cringingly-beige-coloured, not-working, rickety recliner.

SWEET MORPHEUS – RESISTANT
THOUGHT STORMS ATTACK!
As for sleep… What’s that, I ask?
No rest for the brain tonight!
made sure of that!
The layup there tossing & turning, untangling the long night tube of that I’d wrapped around my ankles and legs repeatedly. Thadius went on and on and on, for hour after hour. I even had a few visits from ! Naturally was constantly with me… even when I did get to sleep, he was in the dream I had.

Cheerio, fy ffrind!

Inchie: Friday 19th May 23023

20/05/2023 / Inchie / 6 Comments

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05:00hrs: I passed the wind and took the night pouch off . It was a smidge dark again. Not the contraption, but the urine, I mean.

Seconds later, there was a call from the innards encouraging me to attend the was responded to. What? Yesterday it was ruling things. This morning, it seems a counter-attack from had been fully successful; Konrad had regained control.
Talk about watery! I sat, I shat, and seconds later, I was cleaning up the WC, the floor, and my right leg. Thought I’d do a bit of freshening up and mopped the floor in the area; there was plenty of Dettol in the bucket.
The usual trudge to get water from the kitchenette to refill the non-working W.C. flush tank. As per: set about giving me pain. Got it done and went to the kitchen to consider putting the kettle on – but no! About ten minutes after the first visit to the , I was rushing back to the wet room, with some urgency for visit number two! Regrettably, I didn’t make it in time!
The disgrace, ignominy, and humiliation!
This time, of course, the cleaning up took twice as long. Cause in my haste to get down on the seat in time, I pulled the tube on , and found that I’d started bleeding. So, even more pain and suffering, and I’d not yet faced the water-carrying duties! Which really cheered up ! On the last trip, her friend joined in with her. This was very testing.
The early Carer had not arrived yet, so I took a Codeine and Paracetamol to counter the now worse-than-ever discomfort. A few curse words were uttered, I’m afraid!
Washed and put on some new PPs.
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I spotted some spots coming on the left leg.
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Also, I kept feeling pulse-like or blood-rushing in veins at the top of my head. I had this on and off all day? Same spot every time. It annoyed me for some reason. It got more frequent too?

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I went back into the wet room to make sure I hadn’t left anything dangerous on. The bucket and bowl of water sat there on the floor like they were for ‘Fire-Watch’ duties – Hahaha!
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Checked the water tank I’d filled for the second time.
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Still no Carer, so I set about cleaning the microwave and cooked casing. Despite Brenda and Anne’s persistence, I got into it!
Microwave in and outside, and cabinets done!.

The stove took me over an hour and a half to get cleaned up.

However, I had a bit of luck, if you can call it that. I found a hob crock pot in the storage underneath the cooker, Which, bearing in mind that I’d burnt two saucepans last week, it was washed and dried and looks okay to use.
I bet the metal handles will get hot?
Still, a .

I got onto the computer at long last, as Carer Sam arrived.
She was doing the second call and realised the first one had not made it to me. Hope they are not poorly or had an accident.
I advised her of my taking a Codeine earlier cause of the pain from . So she didn’t issue me one.
I mentioned the Virgin situation and asked her to see if Deana can help me with it, or knows someone who can. I nearly forgot to ask her to put some Phorpain Gel on my back. I only just remembered in time; she was just leaving after checking the taps and stove for me and picking up the waste bag.

Cloudy today, up to now.
I did some pareidoliaing with this one.
Can you spot anything?
Of course, I get help finding things from , and . Haha!

I went back onto the computer, working away, making mistakes, cursing myself and spotted blood coming from the left thumbnail. I was confused a first, but remembered cutting the fingernails yesterday. That’ll be why.

Seconds late, found a newish mark on the right knuckle?
I assume this was done while cleaning in the narrow space twixt the floor cupboards and the cooker.

I’d better get some vegetables ready to add to the veg casserole or whatever it’s called I intend to eat for my tea.

Back in a bit… I hope!

Late Friday AM: Catch-Up
Dark but Bootiful clouds.

Meal prepped and served up…
It filled the big dish.
The leftover borscht was added to a ready-made vegetable Stock-Pot…, no Hot Pot meal. Extra seasoning; Winiary Przyprawa and liquid salt, with a splash of BBQ sauce.
Put some frozen potato chunks, sprayed them with olive oil in the oven, and cooked them well.
Flavour-Rating: 7.2/10.

Took this shot as I was washing up the pots etc.

Got into the £300, second-hand bought, c1968, nauseously beige-coloured, not-working, rusty, rickety, crumb-holder of a tatty recliner, and put the TV on to watch ‘Heartbeat’.
The blueness of the outside came through the thin, torn, tatty curtains. I got the camera and investigate…
An unnatural shade tonight.
Bootiful all the same!

Zzz!
Eventually!
Thought Storms Again!

Inchie: Sunday 15th May 2023 (2)

15/05/2023 / Inchie / Leave a comment

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DOREEN DEMENTIA RULES!

It can only get worse – and my rate of losing it seems to be increasing. After having the stroke, the Stroke Wards in the hospital were desperate for beds. They sent me to a ‘Care Home’ for a month. The long-term patients were all suffering from different types of the same ailment; Dementia.
Alzheimer’s disease, Vascular dementia, and Alcohol-related dementia. Down syndrome and Alzheimer’s disease, Chronic Traumatic Encephalopathy dementia. I felt so bad for them but was uncomfortable being there. Now, I believe it will not be too long before I rejoin them.
No doubt about it, my grip on things is, thankfully, slowly getting worse.
I’ve developed a fear of officialdom in the form of letters.
With cataracts, saccades and glaucoma, the hearing gets worse. Peripheral Neuropathy gifted loss of balance; causing falls, tumbles and walking into things… like walls and doors, missing steps, and the newest thing; The Neurotransmitters are not getting messages to the brain! It does its best, I’m sure. But more regularly now, I cannot pick something up, and sometimes cannot let go of it! I’m hoping the Doctors at the surgery, Highbury Hospital, or some Social Worker may read this. The trouble is, at this moment, I am aware of these issues, but on the rare occasion I see a specialist, there is nothing there. On my last visit to the Memory Nurse, I could not recall the name, or if it was a road or street, or the man’s name. She gave me an option of three given names, such was it an avenue, street or road? Mr Schmitt, Albright or Woodcock… obviously, I’d made up the questions asked, as an example.
My GP got a letter telling her my memory was the same as two months earlier. Which it wasn’t; in March, I answered them all, without prompting and help. Last time, even the ‘pick one of three’ was just a potluck.
I’m leaving taps on more often too. I’ve burnt three saucepans to death this month. Taken tumbles getting dressed, and I was only wearing protective pants and a dressing gown! Remembering all this is amazing!
I was supposed to have three brain scans, I think, a month apart – then they can read any changes – but this has to be done before they can identify the type of dementia I have and treat me with whatever to slow it down. I’ve had one. As I recall, I got lost trying to get out of the building. I can sense at this precise moment, I just had a few minutes of nothing; I call a Memory Blank, struggling now. I’ll try to get back later.
I’d be in a pickle without the Carers attending. It also helps me tremendously if we get time for a laugh and a little natter.
Sorry that I wrote this now. After reading it I sound like a right old whiner! I do think I’m a different person when the Dracula Depressions visit me. I decided to leave it on, if only as a warning to others, of how things can change so much. Yet, still, moments of the old self come through occasionally – and that is wonderful!

TTFN.

The feet were s lot better looking this morning.
The legs were a little lumpy in places.

Ablutions sorted. But doing the teeth, and spitting out
the toothpaste was a bloody job. Hehe!

Undoubtedly foggy out there this morning.

Spuds in the crock-pot.

Peas in the saucepan.

Sat at the computer desk.
Photo’d the Fog through
the balcony windows.

A new Olive-Oil dropper filled, for the
twice-daily earhole oilings.

A rare mug of Glengettie tea on the
computer desk. As usual, I forgot
about it, and it went cold. Tsk!

Rahmat arrived, and medications were issued.
First visit. The usual agony of carrying buckets of water to refill the non-working W.C. bowl. (Three calls to the Throne today, not so messy, but just as painful.
Annoying , and the pain started!

I set to creating some needed templates for this blog. I seemed to be doing a little better with the typing today, nowhere near as many missed keys…although my foments of bemusedness were relentless, my rate of work achieved was doing reasonably well – as were my mind-blanks, which delayed me a little. But it didn’t matter. For Liberty-Global Virgin Media boss Mr Fries helped…

Their Average Rating went down to 1.1 since I made this graphic last year!

Did some food prepping, another trip to the .
And returned to doing the blank templates, after Liberty-Global Virgin Media, who are now dearer than any other supplier, granted me a service again.

I thawed out some of Asda’s pre-crushed finger rolls.

I had several of these, which put the mocker on blogging.
Then…

Broke my heart, with my doing so well earlier. I gave up altogether. Turned off the computer, got the nosh finished and served up

It didn’t go down too well.
But that is likely to be because of the smoke & mirrors Liberty-Global Virgin Media’s letdowns getting to me!
Taste Rating 3.5/10.

Carer arrived and listened to my chuntering about…
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I got the pen and pad out, and tried to do some odeing for tomorrow’s blog… Zzz!

The later Carer woke me up, and a painkiller was given.

I tried to get back to sleep, but it was no good, so I got up and took a photo of the sky.

Back in 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.

I continued frequently getting to the point of nodding off, and every time the danged let loose!

Depressed and annoyed, I got up when I saw the colouring through the curtains had gotten browner. Grabbed the camera and went into the kitchen to see if it was worth picturing… I thought it was lovely!

Waiting for the sun to drop, I hung up the dressing gowns returned from the laundry. Checked the taps and cooker were not left on.
And back to take this shot.

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Bootiful!

Not sure when I did get sleep, but it took a few hours, I think. I can recall getting up to check if I’d locked the door or not, spotting the clock that indicated 02:30hrs.

Adieu – All the bestest to You!

Inchie: Saturday 13th May 2023

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Started the day today…
In a totally different way… Well, not really, it was still farcical, but it started later than usual – for an excellent reason!
I’d had a great late sleep of about six hours of bliss. Not waking up until nearly 07:00hrs! brought me back to imitation life as the door chime chimed! I fumbled my way out of the aged, grotty-looking c1966 made, charity-shop-bought, sickeningly beige-coloured, £300, Harold’s Haemorrhoid-testing, non-operational, acne-giving, virus-breeding, rickety, easy-to-fall-out-of recliner, to unlock the front door for the Carer. It was the new gal .

Sobia got the medications sorted out as I was showing her the lack of wee-wee in the night bag.

She and I were astounded to see the tiny amount of urine in pouch. Less than 100, whatever they are, milligrams? Took the medications, and as I set about taking the night bag off… it was half full!?!?
My immediate thought was that I had done something wrong.
Said after we forced the urine into the night bag, there were over 250 whatever we’re in now. I believe I must have trapped or blocked the tubing in my long sleep. But I’ll never know. In the flapping about, I nearly forgot to take the morning’s breakfast medications. Hehe!
Just look at the gnarled fingers on my hand. I was such a beautiful baby as well!
Off to the wet room to utilise the ..

Much to the displeasure and annoyance of
Who wasted no time in setting about issuing her agony aches when I started lifting the bowls of water that were needed to refill the non-working W.C. water tank.
No sweat to me, of course. I laugh in the faces of the ailments. .
Ahem!
Dried off, cursed a little, took another painkiller, passed wind involuntarily, and got the kettle on. It was still misty out there. I went to get the milk out of the fridge and dropped it.
I’ll say no more!.
When I’d recovered from the dropped milk bottle hitting my foot and toe, I took this photographicalisationing of the house being done up near the bottom field. There were no signs of any activity. But my poor was throbbing somewhat. Huh!

The mist was clearing at last.
Not that it ever went away all day.
I managed to knock the poor sodding toe again while closing the window under the heater radiator. I did laugh!

I got some potatoes in the crock pot ready to go in the oven later.
Well, that was the plan. But, of course, I still had to get yesterday’s blog completed.
I started with hope in my heart… Forgetting about Liberty-Global!.

I could have cried, swore, gotten depressed, angry, annoyed and groaned. Well, I did, all of them!
The thought that Mr Fries of Liberty-Global. getting £28 million, a guaranteed bonus, and an open expense account… gauled me! Jealousy, of course.
I turned everything of and unplugged the oligarch’s box, and went to open a can of artichokes, for later.
Got back to reset the system, and wallah! Fries crap service was back on again. Hurrah!

I lost a lot of time trying to remember what it was and where I was with the blogging. Some stuff had been saved, others not… Bet Fries is enjoying this!
I’d just about got the CorelDraw sorted and…I stopped my blubbering, cursing, loathing and spitting, and the hostility, hatred, loathing, disappointment, chagrin, and vexation, with feeling infuriated, irritated, nettled, peeved and splenetic: inspired a reaction from deep within my limited anger box!
And when Fries’ farce of an internet service returned again, I wrote my piece for TrustPilot, and posted it first thing!

No answer from them yet. Not that I expect, or want one

The answers they have given to other suckers, sorry, I meant customers, posting their one vote because there is no option for a nil vote; Offering you a link via video, or to sites that use language that I fail to understand, and can’t see or hear anyway.
Not that I blame the staff at all. They must be leaving in droves?.

Ah, well, I’ll get the nosh sorted now.

Sunday Morning; Up at 0:400hrs, Ablutions, two throne visits, which left in a vicious cruel mood, with all the hauling water from the kitchen to the wet room so many times.
Back to update:

I got the potatoes out of the oven. Just the one burnt finger, well, knuckle on the finger.
They smelt good and looked good.
But didn’t taste very good!
I dropped the tray taking it to plate the spuds!
Bending down to retrieve and clean them, started of on her mission to cause as much pain as is possible to me. Arrgh!
Got the fodder on the plate and tray. The wholemeal bread stick was undercooked and a little mealy, and gooey. The peas were nice.
, or was it, possibly arrived as was about to take the fodder into the front room to eat it. He took it through for me; actually, bless him.
Got the medications issued. We had a little natter and off on his rounds. Not getting the meal hot was of no consequence this time, cause it was horrible anyway. (Not the peas, they were okay!)
Flavour-Rating: 2.5/10.
A brown colouration in the sky as I took the plate tray and things to be washed.
The sun got through on its way down. I must stay awake to take the end bit of the sunset, the clouds were higher than usual, and I hoped to get some decent shots of it for once.

Washed and settled into the second-hand, £300, c1968, overwhelmingly-sickening beige coloured, tatty, uncomfortable, wobbly, germ producing, falling to pieces, food residue collecting recliner. The only thing worth watching on the TV was a documentary on the Falklands War – The untold story of how close we came to failure.
Changed the channel to it, watched it for about two minutes, and drifted off to sleep.
Woken up by the late Carer calling. Can’t recall much of this visit at all… nothing new here; The were ever-present. I’ve got to get used to this. Somehow, it’s driving me mad!

After the departure of the Carer, I checked the taps and stove to make sure nothing had been left on and saw the amazing sunset.

Well, maybe not amazing, but it was nice to see one after so many nights without one.

I loved the brown tinge in the sky.
An atmospheric brown cloud is a layer of air pollution containing aerosols such as soot or dust that absorb as well as scatter incoming solar radiation, leading to regional and global climatic effects and posing risks to human health and food security. This layer extends from Earth’s surface to an altitude of roughly 3 km (1.8 miles).
The presence of so-called brown clouds of pollution over urban areas has been of concern for decades.
See how knowledgeable I am?
What? Me? Looked it up on the Britannica website? No, no, no… Here is the link: Britannica Brown Clouds.

Head down again, but the earlier ease of drifting off had departed. The rampaged through my brain, with the wicked assailant and brain invader , seemingly mixing up the usual bunch of fears, sorrows, worries, regrets, failures, disappointments, quandaries, anxieties and degradations.

When, hours later, I burst awake with a force of great magnitude – I clouted my elbow as I twitched about, a knocked over a bottle of tonic water, which landed on my . Then spent two Thought-Storm-free hours, but waking every few minutes with the regulation pullulating jolting jerks. I gave up and got up…

LIFE, IS JUST A BOWL OF CHERRIES…

It’s worth remembering that in 2022,
2,859 Americans were hospitalised, &.
166 died choking on the cherry pip within.

Inchie: Friday 12th May 2023

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THINGS AIN’T SO GOOD, TODAY
It’s gone 18:00hrs, and I am about to start this blog.
Between and the day has been so farcical, even I can’t believe the things that have taken place; I need help. The confusion is actually frightening; the memory blanks are plain scary. And although the have both been a lot less often today, , is in her pain-giving eyeholes.
I’m not sure if I’m relating to people normally either.
There is vagueness and unavailability that has come over me today, from the mind, I mean.
Yet, it’s only thinking back that I become aware sometimes. Others, I think everything is under control… then find I’ve left the tap running,
Having only two saucepans left – three in two weeks burnt to a crisp… I was 100% certain I had a box set of saucepans in the junk room. But No! None in there? I may have given them away, thinking I’d got too many at the time. Wrong Again! I had to use the small and very large saucepan. Can of veg stew in one, fresh suede and carrots in the other. Managed to get the tray on top really hot before I found out how hot it had got. Ouch! Memory Blanks galore. To be fair they were of shorter durations up to now. I don’t think anyone can do owt to help slow Doreen’s progressively increasing intrusions. But I’ll try telling the memory nurse at next month’s visit to Highbury Hospital.
Sister Jane sent me a photo of our childhood neighbour Chrissies toe.
The poor gal ♥. On the day, I thought I’d send her an email and try to cheer her up and find out what had caused it? Fingers crossed!
Jane rang me today and reminded me I had not gotten in touch, and it was her Birthday today as well! I felt so guilty. So sent one off to her. The early evening Carer called, and I don’t think I was communicating too well. Kept losing the plot and was giving me a hard time getting my messages across. Medications were given, and I think he checked the taps and the stove for me. Took the waste bag with him. So much seemed to be happening, but that was probably my brain battling and losing against .

Photo Prompting:

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Worryingly, little urine in the night pouch when I woke up.
Also, notice how ginormous and filled the stomach was now?

An early morning mystery photo here?

Emptying the night pouch and realised just how little there was within it. Was not good, either!

To the kitchenette for the regulation photo of the house being upgraded, and the morning view.
Darned misty!

Yet Again!

So, I vacuumed my massive hallway.
I think I had a search for the saucepans.
Cut up the veg ready for later.

visited.

set off carrying the water.

Still no Liberty-Global Internet on.
So I had a wash, shave and got some fresh PPs on.

Oooh!
The Water-Geysers on the left leg, looked a little like they might be erupting again. Might have been itching during the night… knowing me, I probably made them worse by scratching?
A few. hours later… well, come think of it, it was eleven hours later… now; I can hardly see any of the papules???
The mysteries of this block of flats, with the apparitions, phantoms, succubi and the paramnesias, who torment residents… well, me, anyway! Hahaha!.

The Internet resumed. Hurrah!
I got yesterday’s blog updated and was in the process of doing the notification email, and…

Grrr, Gnash…

Got me in the right pickle, then.
I got the vegetables done and added them to the saucepan are ready for this? They say… “Compass Canned Cherpans Risolles is a type of canned meat product made from minced meat and spices formed into patties or meatballs, similar to the shape and texture of a hamburger patty. The meat is often mixed with bread crumbs, eggs, onions, and seasonings such as garlic and black pepper. The patties are then canned in a tomato-based sauce or gravy, making for a convenient and easy-to-prepare meal. These canned Cherpans Risolles can be served as a main dish or used as a base for other dishes, such as stews or casseroles.
Which I am going to do with the extra diced carrots and swede. I made some gravy to add to it and hope it’ll be good.
During the preparation, I dropped the basin…
Got a . Spilt the gravy on the stove.
Knocked the used saucepan into the soapy bleached water in the sink. Got down a bit sharpish to dry the water so it didn’t set of the water alarm… Hit my head on the draining board…
Dropping the walking stick, on the ingrowing toenail, I nearly blew my top or cried!.

Photographed the end car park while the sun was out.
An hour later, I took this of the sky.

Finally got the floor cleaned up and checked on the meal.

Made a start on this blog.
Faffled about, and gave up.

Late Carer arrived. To put the night pouch on. I asked not to, as I had to make my late meal yet, and I have difficulty going around the kitchen cooking and cleaning up with the walking stick and carrying the night pouch with me. I assured her I’d be able to put it on, as was not giving me any bother. No medications were needed.

Got the nosh sorted.

Back in the morning… He says!

Certainly not an attractive-looking feast in the slightest!
But this vegetable stew tasted excellent to me.
Flavour-Rating: 8.8/10. Lemon Mousse dessert.

I got the night pouch attached with amazing ease.
But in the morning – there were problems and confusion!.
That’ll be in tomorrow’s blog.
It all came out right in the end – Hehehe!

Sweet Dreams!

Inchie: Thursday 11th May 2023:

12/05/2023 / Inchie / 6 Comments

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So far behind now; so many photos. Be a quickie…

Plates looking okay?

Delivery One…
Delivery One…
Delivery One…
Delivery One…
Delivery One fridge…

Morning Gloom.

W.C. Water-Tank Refill Station

Delivery TWO…
Delivery TWO…
Delivery TWO…
Delivery TWO… The bladder needed drinkies!

Afternoon Gloom

Evening Gloom.
But with some fantastic Pareidoliaising
opportunities within. See anything?

The Meal
Beetroot hand-grenade hard beetroots.
Despite this, I give this effort a.
8.8/10 Taste-Rating!

Followed by…
Vegan ice cream with Raspberry Juice
Lovely!

A Quick Run Down

Up 06:30hrs. The night pouch was removed.
One – Messy, So Messy!
kicked off due to the carrying of
water from the kitchen to W.C. She kept me tended to
for the rest of the day. Painfully!
(Just two more visits.
Computer started. Carer Richard called.

MIND BLANK
Not the foggiest of what took place over the next six hours!
Carers had signed in on their register…
I’d acquired a decent bruise on my arm and was giving me a good shaking.
I was sat at the computer at the time, but could not see
anything I didn’t know about on the screen?
Had I nodded off? No, the Carer would have woken me?
Was it the Mysteries of Woodthorpe Court, with the hobgoblins, spectres, gnomai, phantasms, ghosts, the grotesque succubae, extraterrestrials, ectoplasms, spirits, or the Fata Morganas, that have been sent to taunt, irritate and terminate my already limited saneness of mind?. Or, ?
I recall new Carer Candie waking me up.
And later, Carer Josef when I was well into a session. .

Nowt else remembered until waking up at 05:00hrs.

TTFNski

Inchie Wednesday 10th May 2023

11/05/2023 / Inchie / 5 Comments

I woke around 05:00hrs. The toes were tingling for some reason. Took this snap of them, and promptly delved back into the land of nod. And very nice it was too. I dreamt of things that I can no longer do!
I emerged back into consciousness, it was around 06:00hrs. Oddly I could… well, smell a sweet sickly scent sort of aroma. I soon found out what the cause was. Humph!
A melted block of milk chocolate had dissolved into the dressing gown on my chest, and it had run down onto and over my rather generous-belly and set rock hard on the skin and left nipple!
I got the gown off and tried to clean off the chocolate, to no avail. Then decided to get the ablutions done and do the same to the chocolate stuck-rigid on my chest. I did get it off; but lost many of the few chest hairs left along with removing it. Unfortunately, the needed rear-end activity.
had a ball with the session. Which left me with the job of cleaning everything up. Then, having to refill the water tank from the bin and bowls, I’d readied and refilled them from the kitchenette sink tap.
In the first hour of being up and about, I needed three visits. All wet, spluttery affairs, and needing my water carrying while using a walking-stick skill. Which I can assure you, annoyed for than she’s ever been. I just had to take some extra painkillers, although they say I shouldn’t.

They, being the many medical personages. If you knew the agony she giving me, you’d understand me taking them.

The urine was colour 4 on the NHS scale, the same as it was yesterday. On the bright side, the feet were not swelling up so much, Although they were sore with all the walking and carrying the water so many times to and from the kitchen to the wet room.
I did the Health Checks and got a bit of a shock. SYS 162/DIA 66! Come think of it, though, all the refilling of the water tank, most likely had a hand in it. Did another one later; it was down a lot then.

I made a brew of Glengettie tea. Seemed a good idea to me. Hehehe!
Took this shadowy shot from the kitchenette window.
Not very good, is it?.

I got the computer on, and Carer Samantha arrived. I mentioned the pain coming from , and asked if she could rub in some of the Phorpain Gel for me. Which she did, bless her. Told her I’d already taken a painkiller, so I took no Paracetamols. I must remember to ask whoever comes tonight to do the same for me again.
I’ll be eight weeks – two months, after notifying them before the plumber arrives.

Back to blogging, and…

So, I went to make a brew of Thompson Punjana tea, and make a pot of Porridge to have while waiting for Smoke & Mirrors man, Mr Fries, the Liberty-Global – Virgin Media mogul & head-honcho, to get his Internet working again. Of course, it will not bother him in the slightest with the money he’s earning – well, getting!

Over the next hours, I had time to get some suitable for any pareidolia freak like myself to enjoy, was taken.

Wheels within wheels?

Clouds chasing clouds?

Then the rain came!

Thw high Son… or Sun got through the clouds.
Ocean waves?

The darkness develops?

From the balcony!

Hello, it’s drizzling again.

End car park from the balcony.
Through the window.

To the kitchen to see the.
progress on the local house workings.

Decisions, decisions!
The early evening Carer called. It was Józef.
I remembered to ask him to Phorpain gel .
Which he gladly did. Bless him.

Started to prep the evening meal.
Boczek, peas and out-of-date chips.
But we’ll see. Back in the A.M. to finish off.
TTFN.

Well, What a busy day today. Mostly through my cock-ups over food shopping. I’ll put it in today’s (Thursday) blog – if I ever get it started, that is. Hello! The rain started!

15:20hrs, and have only just got around to finishing this one.
This is not how envisaged my growing old, you know. Hehehe!

Got the meal sorted and served it up nice & early.
Taste-Rating 7.6/10.
Then I commenced to get the pots washed and the sink area cleaned up….

So many things went wrong at the same time, I’m not sure I can remember them all, let alone what order they befell me!.
❶ I think the first . was taking the bowl out of the sink and losing my grip on it.
❷ I tried to grab it, and the flipping plastic tore, making me drop it again properly if you know what I mean.
❸ The contents of the bowl were citric acid, bleach and washing-up liquid. (I’d been soaking the saucepan that I burnt yesterday) ❹ Which covered my dressing gown, torso, legs and feet. ❺ I was faffing about trying to get the floor dried and realised that the PPs, were thoroughly soaked and started to disintegrate before my very eyes! Falling down at my feet! ❻ The leg straps began to squeeze the top and bottom.
I abandoned the kitchen and went into the wet room to make sure that Little Inchie and his inserted tube were affected, and hosed down the body sharpish. ❼ Cause things were beginning to sting a bit. ❽ As I turned to replace the shower head, started giving me what-for when I twisted the back. I got fresh pants on, and a clean dressing gown, and went back to the kitchen. ❾ Arrgh! I’d left the tap running!
Painfully got the floor and sink tided, and went to fill the kettle. ❿ After dropping it, and cleaning up that mess, I found it would not work!
My language even made me cringe!

The evening Carer arrived. Sorted the meds out.

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Fingers? Claws?.
Cream cake? Mashed Potatoes?
Bootiful!

Got this far – Worra struggle!

17:45hrs Thursday – Not made a start on todays yet…

Inchie: Tuesday 9th May 2023.

10/05/2023 / Inchie / 2 Comments

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COST LIVING

Annoyed, I called British Gas but floundered!.

I had to pay the bill; I got flustered…

Instead of being bold, I sort of simpered,

I wanted to say oligarchs should be neutered!

I muttered, and I stuttered…

He surely thought me deluded?

By asking that the overcharges be refunded…

And I cannot help being retarded!

My words were not being heeded!

“I’m not ribald or rantipoled!”

“I can’t pay the bill, so I’m in the dark & cold!”

“Your bills are beyond my threshold….”

With debts, I am now being circumvolved

“Disabled, blind, deaf, and 77 years old”

Can we not settle this… get it resolved?”

“My bank balance is all but dissolved!”

But he had me in a virtual choke hold…
He said: “We suffer too, being short-handed.

Is that the word, or have I gerunded?

Oh, splendid; now I’m told I’m being trolled!

I apologised, but he wouldn’t be consoled…

We proletariats are getting frampold!

Seems we are both suffering & confounded?

In a month or so. I’ll be entirely defunded!

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05:40hrs: I stirred back into my usual moroseness.
Spent a minute of two identifying what day it was. Not that it mattered much, anyway. Then I took off the night pouch. Not much in it?..
But the colour was a fairish 4 on the NHS colour chart. Emptied it, put it in the appropriate bag, then into the waste bag after sealing it.
As I got the kettle on, the need for the arose.
The sight and star of my delicate area, Little Inchie, of course, made me jump a little bit when I first saw the blood. Or rather, the location that had altered to what would be considered… ‘Normal’. Even for me!
A was nearly issued. Haha! Confused, I certainly was. The multi-aged, dried blood at the bottom of this taken-off pair of Ten pants was far less bloody than usual.
But the fresh blood is not there as a norm?
Top left, these are the concern. These came out of the bum area, I’m sure. I had a grope and feel around using paper towels but found no lesions. Then very gently prodded the site to see if I could find papules, boil or whatever that may have leaked. But, no!

This session was like passing heavy, chocolate-covered ball bearings… eventually!

was in another foul mood about carrying the buckets of water from the kitchen to the wet room… yet once again!
I dressed… well, I put a dressing gown on.
Sorted the waste bags out and placed them near the front door.
Haha! I thought that was the best idea because I don’t have a back door in the flat. If you see what I mean.

Made a brew, & took a photograph of the rising sun from behind the flats… the sun was rising, not the apartments.
I think…

Then off to the computer, determined to do a better, quicker job today, and crossed my fingers that Liberty-Globals oligarch, the £26m salaried with guaranteed bonuses boss, who bought out and ruined Virgin Media, would see if he can go a day without losing the signal. (Fat chance of that, but still!). Love his latest load-of-crap advertisement, above.
You’ve got to praise Mr Fries; he’s consistent in his failings and still getting paid a fortune for his inabilities. Pure jealousy on my behalf, of course. I’d barely started when the inevitable happened.

Carer Samantha arrived. Got me sorted and had a mini-natter.
Tried the internet, but it is still not back on yet.

I strongly suspect I may have . Cause I woke up as the door chime rang four hours later. Oblivious to what time it was, where I was, or even if I was… Hahaha!

Aha, Liberty-Global Virgin Media working again.
I got the BP graphic done and made one for the ode. Then made the ode…
Then realised I had not yet finished off yesterday’s Inchie Today.
Oh, dearie me! Done it again, gone and lost the signal for the self-praising, oligarchal, figure-manipulating Liberty-Global, owners of Virgin Media, specifically the good looking over-paid boss, Fries, had struck again. So, I toyed with it for a while to make it more comfortable.
A mistake that was!

There was still no service from Liberty-Global-owned Virgin Media Internet services.
So, I decided that an early meal was a good idea!

Aha, a change in the weather.
This photographicalisation came out rather well, I thought.
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Got the potatoes in the oven on a high setting. And cut up the imitation pressed bacon and garden peas in the saucepan. Got the electric drill and cut up some of the beetroots. Hehehe!
The vegan bacon was brilliant! The potatoes were excellent! The garden peas tasted grand! It might have a 10/10 rating but for the rock-solid, teeth-breaking, tasteless, horrible beetroot!
But, still a 9/10 Flavour-Rating!

I came out of it, and I was sat in 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.
Unsure of anything, my mind was filled with fear that I may have left the stove heat to tap running. I hastened to the kitchenette…
The hot water tap had run cold, but there was no plug in the sink. Phew!
Butt here was the oven tray soaking in there.
I got them and the pots washed.
I sat briefly, feeling somewhat confused and indifferent to everything.
Hard to find the words… Most likely something inspired by Doreen’s Dementia.

Chimed out. It was the sweet Angel of Mercy, Nurse Hristina from the Deep Vein Thrombosis and Anticoagulation INR, Clinic; she’d come to take my blood. ♥ That cheered me up!

Sad to see Hristina leave, I put the kettle on and noticed the buttercups coming through in the bottom field near the tree copse. I think.

The evening Carer arrived. As he was preparing the medications, the mobile phone rang.
It was the Doctors surgery, with the new dosages of Warfarin for me.
I turned to get the mobile that also rang… turned back and got a for my bother, then pulled my foot from under the chair, landing in a heap, but onto the recliner! Dropping the mobile phone.
Getting back up, I indicated for the Carer to take the call. He handed me the phone.
The receptionist gave me the new dead-easy-to-remember Warfarin doses. 1½ every day until 16th May. Carer Victor wrote the details into the Carer’s folder for me. The stubbing and fall made me feel a little out of it.

I finally got on with Blogging, but I think I’ve got the following photos in order.

Earlier shot of the feet before mangling them. Hehe!.

Feet after the stubble, tumble & mangling. Haha!

SKY SHOTS

GORGEOUS MOTHER NATURE!

TTFNski

Inchie: Monday 1st May 2023

02/05/202302/05/2023 / Inchie / 14 Comments

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Another ‘in and out of it’ day.
However, far fewer ‘Out-of-its’ than ‘Almost with it’ moments.
Genuine ‘With-It’ events you can count on one hand.
I still managed to get so far behind with everything.
Make multiple errors & mistakes.
Not a bad day, really, for me!
No, that might be stretching the point!
Sorry about the delightful moments of my Pareidoliaing.
I found a feast of figures in the clouds at various
times during the day & night. ..
A weakness of mine, as you know!

Up at 04:30hrs; Throne and ablutions were tended to.

Care Richard arrived. Nice to see him. He got the prescription medications issued and evaluated. Managed a mini-natter.

Healthier-looking pins today?

Only three visits to the challenging today.
was not so bothersome, but… the
were back again. Humph!

No work was done on my unknown neighbour’s house today.
Fair enough; it is Bank Holiday!

Got some fresh veg cooking, and am going to add them to a can of cheap vegetable soup. My designs were to have this at around 13:00hrs. But as per, they didn’t work out. I got the meal at 22.45hrs.
Better late than never!

A few Pareidoliaing moments were enjoyed, as the sky with its fast-moving clouds turned a smidgen blur… Two eyes, or marbles at the bottom of the first effort, above.
Higher in the sky shot. An explosion taking place?
A Pareidoliaing success here. (Above)
It looked to me as if a keyhole had been cut through the clouds as if they were made of snow? I can see a head in there, as well.

The fresh and canned vegetables were merged in the saucepan and flavoured a little… Then got forgotten about for a good few hours!

Later on, the skies began to lose their blue tinge a little.
I can see two whales kissing each other?
And a swan taking to flight?

Ten minutes later, the sun started to descend.
Looks like a Red-Dwarf craft in there?.

Would you believe it – , , , barely believable…

Late afternoon.
Down comes the sun.
Pareidoliaing: I see an animal’s head
with its jaws open in the clouds? Mayhap
chasing the small clouds on the right?.
A mane on the animal’s head?.

Back onto the computer…
Would you believe it – , , , barely believable…

The handsome-looking mirrors & Smoke boss Man Fries, paid with Liberty-Global’s $ 24 billion to buy Virgin Media, doesn’t seem to be interested in this constant failure? Yet manages to afford flashy untrue, advertisements on the TV, of how great, and reliable… (Sorry, I had to stop for a laugh there!) Virgin Media is.
Mind you, my experiences with BT a few years ago, were almost as bad as Liberty-Global-Virgin Media.

I was taking out the potatoes from the oven to add to the soup.
I thought about other people with neurotic problems, and wondered how they coped when the shakes, shudders or topples happen?
At least with my having this as one of my ailments, there are times, like this incident, when can be a semi-blessing. As I tore the finger from the oven door, there was no pain whatsoever. Of course, as ‘s habit, when the nerve ends finally get the message to the brain to tell it that It’s in pain… it could be seconds or hours later, the belated agony can catch you out.
Come think of it, it did today. I was washing out a spring water bottle, when the message got through to my brain, and dropped the flipping thing. Hey-Ho!

The sunset, such as it was, was not photographed very well…

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A wide shot first.
Couldn’t get it right, as it looked to me.
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A close-up shot.
Couldn’t get it right, as it looked to me..
After the sun had descended.
I got it betterer, as it looked to me.

The Meal Was Served

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Not a very pretty-looking meal at all!
But, it went down nicely!
I’m going to try another like this tomorrow.
The Carer called as I was scoffing at it.
I soon finished it off. Taste-Rating: 8.3/10!
Medications taken. A little chin-wag was enjoyed
The gal is off to Skeggie with her boyfriend tomorrow.
Hope she enjoys it.

Then, although so late, I decided to make a start on this blog.
Else it’s going to take too long in the morning if I don’t make a start.
This was the case; when I opened the Internet…

Would you believe it – , , , barely believable…
AGAIN!