Depression – Page 51 – Inchie Today

Decrustable, Grumpy Inchy: Wed 28 Aug 2024

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Decorumless Inchy: Tue 27 Aug 2024

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Regrettably, my depression lingers on. If things do not improve by tomorrow, my birthday (I was born in 1959… oh, no, that’s when I left school). I will ring the Doctor and then work out how I will get bathed and trousers on, medicated. Then, how to manage to get to the surgery, with the cartilage troubles and this new fandangled, made for someone with 10ft legs Catheter Contraption). I think it is important enough to struggle to get there, though. I’ve never felt so low for so long.

As for today, you tell me. Hahaha!
A few photos were taken to give me prompts.
I must beg her, if necessary, to get me back to the Highbury Hospital about these blanks, seizures, etc., occurring.
I fear, knowing me, my determination, that I think is strong as I write this… Will wain. I’ve done it before. No doubt I need some help. The mess with the changed catcher mess is painful and limits my movement. Stops me from dressing should I need to. The insert plug falling out did my confidence no good. No offers of any help with getting it back in. Then again, maybe someone did offer, and it went off into the ether… this is all worrying stuff about my sanity. I know that a carer helped me with emptying the bag earlier and tried to raise the tapes for me. But, of course, that assists me in getting down to the valve for emptying. But the pee will pee when it wants to nowadays.
Each time I have to reach down so far, either Dizzy Dennis or Balance Loss Brenda appears, and the filthy, incredibly long tube pokes or pulls Little Inchie, according to how full the bag is, and more bleeding starts.
Sorry to be so low, but I can usually control it to a degree. But many things suddenly need attention. From a medical professional, such as a body and/or mind doctor. Now I think about it again, it’s likely frustration more than depression? Huh, now Peripheral Neuropathy Pete’s right leg has started shaking and dancing.

I think I was not so low when I got up this morning. The Warfarin-DVT nurse came, and I was pretty with it. Talking to her, and I am pretty sure we had a laugh or two, and I enjoyed that.

But she soon sank down again after she had gone, and then Carer Chloe had left the flat. I’m struggling here. Then I have to tackle emptying the minuscule day-wee-wee pouch and elongating over-thick long tubing to empty it.
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Usual dark wee-wee.

Nice dark morning.

Bright lights.

Computer on.

Off to the Porcelain Throne…
He’s only just weakening!

Lighting up.

The Nurse from the… I love this title for a department…
DVT, CCG (DOAC) Anticoagulation Warfarin Clinic rang me. She asked if she could call today, I thanked her and said, ‘Please, please, please, do!’
She did about an hour later. She was amazed when she looked at the catheter contraption, which had the top strap in my crutch and the bottom release valve snuggling on my left slipper. Getting down to release the urine is tantamount to squashing out the six-inch-long black centre of a carbuncle!
“What an absolute mess; no wonder it’s painful. I then mentioned the top-end tube insertion falling out and my weeing myself. That got a laugh! Hahaha!

I selected another ready meal to have later.
A ‘Hearty’ Shepherds Pie. I put the oven chips in on a low light.

ONE MAMMOTH SEIZURE!
One minute, I said cheerio to Carer Chloe. Started on the blog.
Three hours later, it was as if someone had turned the lights back on. Yet, I was cleaning the kitchen sink. How the heck can that be? I found a photo that I can’t recall taking, and when I got back to the computer, what a mess I’d made. I uploaded the wrong day’s graphics and photos; I had to delete and rearrange them. Only to find I’d made the same error again!
Time to call for help tomorrow.

Took this photo later. Eerie clouds, I liked it.

Carer Chris arrived, and I think he may have made the call before. Or someone else did.

Blobble, Gobble, but I’m not sure.

Forgot to take a photo of the meal until I was ¾ of the way through eating it. Not bad.

This last photo looked similar to the one this morning?

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TTFNski!

Chump Inchy: Mon 26th Aug 2024

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

TTFN

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

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

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

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

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

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

Carer Richard arrived as I nodded off in the poorly-aged, grotty-looking c1966 made, charity-shop-bought, horribly beige-coloured, £300, Harold’s Haemorrhoid-testing, non-operational, acne-giving, virus-breeding, rickety, easy-to-fall-out-of recliner, after cleaning the pots up.
He looked a lot better than last week. But of course, we shared ailments that we both know will only worsen. He said he’d call again in the morning. Hope he has a calmer night shift.

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

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

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

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

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

NUFFIN!

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

Made a start on the blog updating.

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

Another no evacuation evacuation.

A little more rain.

An early, tasty meal.

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

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

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

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

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

Imperfect Inchy: Fri 23rd Aug 2024

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Oh, a much better colour!

I felt sorry for the poor birds out there trying to keep their nests in the trees and find food for their young.

Then I felt sorry for myself.

Took this snap of three little dogs on their morning walkies.

Second attempt on the loo.
ARRGH!

Still awaiting the sun to come out to play.
Which it did eventually.
The rain didn’t last long.

Made a brew and got a visitor. Doing the carer’s assessment.
Both hearing aids ran out as I put them in. Q&A session. Not that I can remember much about it; I was in the middle of a seizure when he arrived.

I mentioned the wind coming through the kitchen windows and vent, is was damned cold in there. Not thinking, of course. It’s nowt to do with Meridian. I bet he thought, “Hello, I’ve got the right one here!”

The clouds thickened a little, and the sun forced its way through minutes later.
Beautiful!

This thermometer was in the kitchen, leaning against the kettle, showing 58°f. Brrr!

Carer Joanne arrived, and seconds after she’d gone… came on. No long ones. But repeated short ones, to be honest, the next two hours are a bit vague at best. Part of 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, which is losing its marbles?
I just thought I’d mention the misreckonings, goofs, typos, typographical and grammatical cock-ups I’ve made.

Getting hungry now, and it’s getting late. I’ll make a meal.

Finally, a meal I could enjoy.

Night-night shots are taken within ten minutes of each other.

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BONUS ODE

Wot I had, mine & didn’t, not mine…
I never had a concubine,
No working flexitime, all full-time,
Never been to a pantomime,
Not involved in organised crime,
I once got stuck in quicklime,
I spent much of my life wasting time,
Excitement for me was mealtime,
Especially potatoes with thyme,
Played football once, & got taken off at half-time!
Life’s been long, with little ding-dong,
I could describe it as a song…
A little less conversation, No Communication!
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Fare Thee All Well!

Declinated Inchy: Wed 21 Aug 2024

Well, this is a first!
TNN (Twitching-Neck-Nicolas) is a scarce ailment. He shared the top spot for the ‘WAT’ (Worst Ailment Today) title. was also a nuisance. I lost count of the times she gave way to me. And stiff! Of course, it may have been partly to blame, as well. Because I did have pains occasionally from a few times.
I’m not sure why, but , and were far less bothersome.
I’ll risk a .
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Minutes after writing the above, my kicked-off is still with me now! Terrible, I don’t know what the Carers thought about me. I was so far out of it.
Not good.

It took me ages to encourage it.
It didn’t half hurt!

First view of the morning.

I enjoyed eating… no, podding the garden peas,

Oh, the moon is right high up in the sky. It must be earlier than I thought? I could see its surface, but the camera did not pick it up at all. Shame!

Computer on, first mug of tea.

I got tangled up in doing the ode and carried away making a new rhyming file. Four hours, Carer Shaquille, Domestic Marie and Financial Kimberly later, I’d still not got the blog started!
At the time, I was in reasonable shape. But soon, the seizures started—frequent but short blasts. I had no idea what I was doing. Can’t recall taking this sky-shot at all.

Carer Precious arrived. I’m not sure he understands my condition, but he was okay when he left.

At least it wasn’t a giant torpedo this time.

I spent a couple more hours on the blog. Slow progress with coming on form. The rick in the neck… Blooming Heck!

This is the second and last mug of tea of the day. Not much has been added to my reminder notepad. Tsk!

Oh, it’s getting dark already.
Good God, look at the time!

Better get summat to eat then. Back in the morning or maybe even later tonight… No, perhaps not.

Good Morning!
I ate all the gorgeous fresh peas that had not been nibbled raw earlier in the day, as well as tomatoes, instant mash, and a vegetable pastie. All went down well!

I took these above with Kodak Two and planned to see if some night shots could be taken later on while pot cleaning.
I sank down… well, plopped down into the itch-creating, bruise-giving, catheter-tube-tugging, crumb-decorated from my nocturnal nibbling, God-awfully uncomfortable, cringingly grotty, no longer working, dirty beige, anti-sleep designed, c1966, second-hand bought for £300 ten years ago from the charity shop, recliner, to watch a documentary on TV.
No chance! Zzz!
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INCHY’S PARTING ODE Part One

Farewell to you from Inchy,
Although he can’t manually pee…
Glaucoma makes it hard for him to see,
He’s rarely seizure-free,
His demented mind goes astray,
Many times, it did today…
He exists absentmindedly,
Lonely, agitatedly, acquiescingly,
Hopes for the return of the almighty,
His fungal lesion bleeds nightly,
Constipation, the Trots, alternatingly,
He survives haphazardly,
Unmethodically, circumlocutory,
Mostly deaf, with amblyopy,
He had great ambidexterity…
But that’s just history…
He plods on antiquatedly, an antiquary,
He’s losing his curiosity,
One day high, the next an abhorrently,
He needs to accept things acquiescingly,
But what do I know? I’m only me!

INCHY’S PARTING ODE Part Two

Please have a mug of coffee or tea,
Or gin, sherry, even a whisky,
If this makes you feel sleepy…
Slip into a sleep quickly…
Get rest, respite, recovery…
From the day’s longevity,
Start the next day refreshedly.
I hope you face that next day…
Joyfully and satisfactorily! ♥

CHEERS!

Demented Inchy: Tue 20th Aug 2024

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I managed about three hours of reasonable sleep. A wake-up from , three, what felt like bone-crunching efforts, from , and only one outcry from .
& were both surprisingly calm all night… But I’m not going to go into a , I’ve learnt my lesson about what happens when I do that. The night nocturnal pouch contained a fair amount of far too red urine, which needed to be removed and clinically disposed of.
The sun was shining, which made me realise that it was later than I initially supposed it was when I returned from the peace of sleep and back into the world of worries, frustration, Accifauxpas, and depression. I do waffle on at times; I’ve noticed that. Sorry. I took two Kodak shots of the views on offer. When I’d taken a photo of the tree copse, the early morning sun had disappeared again.

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

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

The JS order arrived.

Got the pod peas shelled.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Clouds broke up.

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TTFN

Dubious Inchy: Mon 19th Aug 2024

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Deep Dank Dark Depression Today

I could do nothing about it. Talk about self-loathing!
My concentration was as bad as it’s ever been. I was wandering off-track, missing timings and appointments.
Electric shocks galore. However, the toothache has been a lot easier to cope with up to now. Great!!!
The day has gone by, and I have only completed yesterday’s blog and am now starting on this one. But the blues seem to be lessening… but we’ll see how that goes.
Few photographs were taken; it was also a miserable day weather-wise.
Two hours after emptying the night bag, the urine suddenly flowed. 400ml! Mind you, I had been drinking well. Guilt!
I think the Carers over the day were Richard, Joanne, Precious and Chloe.
My mind was all over the place.

I took these three before the late mist arrived.

Just look at 2nd emptying of the day pouch.
It is much lighter in colour, and as you might be able to make out in the photo above, it is just under 840ml!!!!

Recharged Kodak two.

When Carer Chloe arrived, she was a little nonplussed, as I was in Seizure mode and did not know everything I was doing, thinking or saying.
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I eventually got here late Tuesday morning to update it. I saw the ‘Which can apply’ as written above. Unfortunately, I had no idea what I was going to write. How horrible these blanks are. Which can apply…

I found these not-remembered-taking shots on the SD card of the cloudy evening sky.

I got tucked into it but found the chips were ‘throwawayable.’
The ones left in the freezer will join them in the waste chute in the morning. Otherwise, everything was good.
The tooth-spray-painkiller has been a proper boon in easing the pain.
I must get some more in reserve soon,
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I just can’t understand how a young man of my intelligence, alertness, college degree education, librarian-like knowledge, observational skills, mathematical genius, and keen-sharp eyesight failed so miserably with this one.

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I’m struggling with concentration and mind-blanks. When my Caregiver gets back to work, she’ll be busy, and so many folks are awaiting her return. I shall be patient and not bother asking her to get involved with the Doctor or Dentist until she gets caught up. I have missed her. I hope she’s idling away doing nothing. Resting and enjoying her holidays.

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Dillydallying Inchy: Sun 18 Aug 2024

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This magnificently presented Inchy Today blog is so popular worldwide for the Odes that both blog followers like them anyway, just maybe chronologically like Inchy’s encephalon.
That’s out of order, confusing and memory-challenged.
This is due to the greatest number ever in any day before of and the new back pains that have started to give out shocks now. He had to be Christened, so I’ll name him Shocking-Shoulderblade-Shawn temporarily. Not to be confused with , or . I’ll have to try not to get any other ailments, I think I’m running out of names for them.
Where was I? Oh, yes, the blog…
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A wickedly frustrating night. I waited for the last Carer to call until close to midnight, and the fatigue made me make for the bed. It was not a successful sleep in any way whatsoever. Shocking-Shoulderblade-Shawn, & took it in turns to terminate any hopes of my getting a decent sleep. It must have been 05:00hrs when I finally got off into Sweet Morpheus land. I recall having to empty the day pouch then. No night pouch, no carer to put it on for me. I hope whoever it should have been has not had an accident or fell poorly. Two hours later, I burst back to imitation life with such a jump, and the back shoulder blade and right leg both got an electric shock up them. In those two hours kip, the urine had flowed well, and I had no choice but to get up to empty the day pouch again. And what a colour it was. I poured it into the measuring jug. About 160mm. It looked cloudy with bits in it and too red for my liking.
Indicating that I may find it advantageous to get to the wet room immediately. His gurgling from the innards did the trick. I noticed en route,
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It was darned sore this morning. I have no idea why. I lifted my nightshirt, settled onto the Porcelain Throne, and reached for the crossword book. By the time I picked it up, the evacuation was finished! How can liquid flowing from one’s rear end hurt so much? It did feel like a fireman’s hose assisted the evacuating product.
I cleaned up the wetroom furniture and then myself. Carried out the medicationings as needed. And throughout this procedure, I was getting shocks from the back or up the right leg. Methinks today may be a painful one. And a fear of how CorelDraw would act when I got on it came over me. I’d be lost without my ailments and worries. Hehehe!
I got the hoover and did the hallway.
Then, I got the waste bags sorted out and ready for collection.

Then, I got the computer on. I had a certain amount of dread when I launched CorelDraw to upload and doctor the photos with text. Would it work right on artistic and paragraph default formatting this time?
What a daft Thought! I should have known better
No, it wasn’t working!

The morning carer arrived. I mentioned that last night’s late Carer call did not come. He got the meds done.

I got the spare, reserved camera and took a few snaps.

The shocks almost died down to one an hour; very lovely.

The Blank Spots returned so regularly but were very short-lived.
I think at first.

Then I lost two hours or so. But the good news was that I’d finished yesterday’s blog. I was on CorelDraw and had got the text working, but I had to reset it every time I wrote anything. The background colour—well, getting rid of it was a struggle, so more time was lost into the ether.

I got Camera Two and took some shots from the balcony.

The end car park.
And three, no four, of the clouds.
From different directions.

No rain again today.

Then, back to the wet room and Porcelain Throne.
A similar outcome to the earlier visit with TT still in control.

I made a food order for next week, for Tuesday between 06:00 and 08:00 hrs. I double-checked the delivery time and day to avoid any doubling-up.
I’ve got the new slippers arriving tomorrow as well.
One pair of slippers is machine washable. I regularly have trouble with the catheter close and open switch and pee into the slippers frequently, which is embarrassing, messy, expensive, and frustrating, to say the least.

I just turned on the oven to warm up and am going to go on the WordPress reader now. Then, I’ll save everything, close down the computer, and get a meal sorted out. Well, that’s the plan anyway.

It was not such a good Kodak 2 shot of the sun taken tonight, so there is no warranting of a Smug-Mode usage on this one. I can’t find a red-spot option on this new camera. I’m not sure it’s even got one. There are no shoot-through glass or window options to be found either. Shame! But I can’t win them all. (Believe me!)

For tonight’s dinner, I used instant mashed potato again. I sliced some spring onions and added grated Leicester Cheese, onion salt, and sea salt to the mix. The resulting meal was not bad at all. And more manageable on the teeth, of course. I nearly fell asleep eating it, so I put on the TV, which had the opposite effect of helping me stay awake. I drifted into the bliss of sleep with the food tray balancing on my man-breasted pot belly.

① I was shot awake by .
② The tray, pots, and cutlery launched off my elephantine belly onto the carpet.
③ Landing, naturally, painfully, right on top of me.
④ I swore a smidge. And rose gently on my feet to get things cleared up. Luckily, I’d eaten all the food, and only crumbs and bits of gravy needed cleaning up.
⑤ gave way.
⑥ And I banged the knee against the recliner, which set off to assist the other ailments in pain-giving.
Well, over the day with being less painful, I shouldn’t really complain.

I snapped these late shots while binning the rubbish from the Whoopsiedangleploppery.
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Make Merry More Often! Hehehe!