Inchy Inadmissibly: Saturday 20th April 2024

21/04/202421/04/2024 / Inchie / 8 Comments

Not a lot passed last night.
But it’s a decent colour this morning.

Not ‘arf!

Mug of Glengettie tea, with four biscuits dunked.

Those makes that come and go on the lens are back. No matter what I try to clean it with, they suit themselves, whether of not to smudge my Kodak Camera photographs. Tsk!

I took another shot and zoomed in a bit. But the smudges are there in this one, too.

Carer Christopher arrived. Nibbles and drinkies were selected. I’d lost the receipt for the Heron Food Store. I’d been searching for ages, and Chris found it!

The smudge was still there in the end car park shot!

The catheter supplies box and the new straps that Kara had organised were delivered that day. She thinks they may ease the pressure on Little Inchy. I hope so!
Kara will not be back until Monday or Tuesday, I hope they help. Oh, I just said that!

Brightening up out there now as the sun intrudes on the rather pretty view. The smudge is still on.

I felt it coming, I thought?

Carer Sam arrived; I’ve not seen her for ages.
Painkillers, and she did the safety checks.
After she was gone, I discovered that the Alert Alarm Wristlet was not on my arm Ah! I must have left it in the wet room. But no, there were no signs of it in there. On, around, and under the bed were searched. Nope! In the cupboards, drawers, etc., Nope!
Hoping I didn’t need it, I got on with the blogging for a few hours.

Photo to the left.
This one is to the right.
I do love these puffer clouds.

I went into the kitchen again to prep the meal.
As gave me a turn, I grabbed hold of the draining board to steady my elf. And there, lying on the kitchen towel, in the draining rack, was the wristlet alarm! Gorrit!

I made a vegetable stew today. All I needed to do was to bake some potato bits to add to the vegetables and sauce already in the saucepan. No smudge?

I woke up, although I wasn’t unaware I’d fallen asleep. I could see the mess I had made on the blog, presumably in a stupor of some sort. A was engaged, and I nervously checked the cooker, taps, etc., with surprising results.

① The taps were all off. ② The fridge door was shut… and ③ I realised that I had already eaten the vegetable stew, ④ and washed the pots!
When I returned to the front room, another surprise surprised me! The evening Caregiver had already been. I realised further that this was correct, as the diabetic socks had been removed. I had not the vaguest memory until I noticed his. I had to check the Caregiver’s log to see who had called! It was Christopher. The nibble box contents had been significantly reduced, so I knew it had to have been either Chris or Helen. Bits of foil from the medications were on the carpet. Haha!

I then proceeded to fall asleep properly this time. I didn’t have the energy or willpower to sort out the blog mistakes anyway.

The last call was from Carer Vi tor. Medicated me and attached the night bag for me.
These Carers’ names cannot be guaranteed to be accurate. Not in the state I’m in.

I found them! Eventually… well, alright then, I found two of them, or maybe one? I can’t tell the difference in the lower left circle with the prawn. Is it a shrimp? I’m not optimistic about the chocolate, either.

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Ignitible Inchy: Thursday 18th April 2024

19/04/2024 / Inchie / 5 Comments

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I coped reasonably well with getting up early, getting the ablution done, getting dressed with the trousers on, and being on time for the lift to the Doctor’s surgery with the caregiver’s help.
I was lifted back to the flats, and from then on, I got more tired progressively for the rest of the day. Drained, weary, done for. The day’s memory is muddled. Maybe the injections affected me? The photos helped a little, but things will be missing or out of order/sync.
Fell asleep on and off ever since getting back from the surgery. Memory blanks, possibly a few NE seizures in there. Slept too long and had to rush to do this in the morning. Many of the regular things missing, no time. Worries me a bit cause I’ve got to go out again today. At the doctor, an appointment has been made for a Hospital visit on Monday next for X-rays; I have not mentioned details cause I’ve likely got them muddled up. Not feeling too good at all, I’ll have to rush to get the time to get ready for today’s lift.

Scary red urine!

View.

Leaving the flat, down to wait for the lift.

I have a doctor’s appointment for an examination of the knees and ankles. I have an appointment at the hospital on Monday. The receptionist arranged a lift for me there. Barrier cream and something else was added to my prescription list and sent to the chemist, and I need carers to collect them for me.

Lift home photos.
Surgery car park.
Arriving at flats.

In the foyer

A hazy blur once I got into the flat.
I think the receptionist from Sherington Park rang to confirm the lift for Monday and the timing. I found it on the calendar this morning, but I have no memory of putting it on there at all. Scribbled notes, the odd one I could read. Carer Chris came first, and then as I got home, Carer Kara changed the catheter pouch and checked for appointments, I think.

Wearier and wearier, I made a meal.

I Fell asleep and couldn’t concentrate on blogging at the time; so tired and confused.

Carer Kimberly woke me.
I fell asleep again…
The last Carer woke me.
Fell asleep – and did not wake for about five hours.
Had to get up to do this update straight away.

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A short blog, as I anticipate tomorrow due to the diabetic session, will have to be… and Mondays with the hospital appointment.

TTFN, All the Bestest!

Inability Inchy: Monday 15th April 2024

16/04/2024 / Inchie / 5 Comments

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I’d forgotten to ask the late Carer Richard if I needed the diabetic sock taken off. I didn’t give it much thought until it came to getting into the new second-hand hospital bed. I struggled fumblingly to get in and settled. I got the over-bed table stocked with water, a torch, a mobile phone, and something else, I can’t recall what it was at the moment. I hung the picker-upperer and walking stick on the anti-fall bar and set myself in anticipation mode to get some sleep in. Ha! Within five minutes or so, I was in bliss.

Ten minutes later, the Neuropathy Shocks came from the right leg. I’ve been getting shocks from both ankles regularly all week. They have been short and sharp, but at least I’ve nodded off soon after each one… But Not Tonight! Oh, no! Once they started this time, they went on relentlessly for half an hour, non-stop! It was terribly painful and wearying. I then realised it may have been caused by my leaving the diabetic socks on. A new pair as well, and decided to do my best to get them off and see how that goes. What a farce! Just getting out of bed increased the hurt I was already suffering. I got the torch on, it blinked, and the batteries died. Making my getting on my feet even more risky in the dark. No light switch anywhere near the bed.
The highlight of this operation, was once I got up standing, the shocks ceased! YES! I thought it wise to try and get the socks off ASAP.
I used the rubber end of the walking stick to try to pin the toe area of the hosiery to the floor and drag my right foot out of the sock. It didn’t work; I lifted the knee, and, Hey, it worked! when I lifted the foot up. Which left me with a problem, the right foot. Cause Cartilage Carole was the more painful one left to lift, but it had to be done. I eventually got the sock off… and immediately got a Peripheral Pete Leg Dance, and ended up crashing down on the c1966, £300 charity shop bought, second-hand, wincingly grotty, beige coloured, not working, crumb-covered from the nocturnal nibbling, itch-making, uncomfortable, virus-breeding, easy-to-fall-out-of, recliner, my cheek hitting the chair arm. Breaking off another bit of tooth from my second-left bicuspid! Then I bounced off it, landing on the floor. All this in the darkness, for some reason I’d not turned on the room light yet. I hauled up my elephantine-stomached body into the recliner, and from there, it was easy to get up on my feet again.
During the tumble, I hadn’t realised that I’d also knocked the knife and fork off the tray on the ottoman at the side of the recliner. I soon realised this fact as I trod on them both! I may have said out aloud something like; Well, fancy that! I recall thinking to myself, well, at least I’ll have a sympathy-worthy scratch or bruise on my cheek. Hehehe! Later, when shaving, I couldn’t see a single scratch of bruise. Very disappointing that was. Humph!
I put on the slippers, and around 03:30 hrs, I decided to shave and shower. First, though, the use of the arose, but not urgently… I thought. I emptied out the Catheter night bag. Then took a snap of the morning view, put the kettle on and gathered the ablutioning equipment needed. And off to the wetroom to utilise the .
I forgot to put stinky on this photo, I used the lesser vindictive smelly. I was aching all over, and it worsened by the time I’d cleaned up the bowl and myself of the splashes released. Huh!
The red patches on the right ankle, where the shocks come from, seemed to be climbing up the leg. The swelling had probably been acquired during the tumble. The ankle also appears to be bloating up a little again. There’ll be a good reason for this. Mind you, I have no idea what it might be.
The shaving went well again. Only one tiny cut.
The showering was also a good session. Which I was enjoying and in no rush about it. Then the guilt… what am I doing taking a shower at this time in the morning? The poor neighbours! So I came out straight away and turned of the power box the moment all the water had drained away.
I made up two waste bins and realised that the one from yesterday was still in the hallway near the corner of the front door.
Raining a little now.
Holy Cow! Was it training, or not from the South? Yes, it was. And very windy with it. The tail of the Mini-Tornado?
During the day, I had Carer Richard first call and then Carer Selina did a domestic visit. She cleaned the oven for me. Carer Marie next.

Then, Carer Christopher did the evening medications. Peptac.
All bu got caught out again with the catheter day pouch suddenly filling up.
Well over the 500ml mark full this time.
The last of the heavy rain descended. Shots from the balcony, through the window glass, left one to the right.
The second one was taken to the left.
chimed out.
It was two chaps from the fire brigade who came to see me about how I was coping. They were concerned about me setting the fire alarms off and overflowing the taps in the sinks, I think. They seemed to think I should have extra help from the carers with cooking and bathing. I can barely afford to use them now!

Blogging, CorelDrawing and making the Ode.
Hello, the sun’s appeared!
Nice shades in the evening sky. I made a meal.
I took potatoes out of the crock pot, sliced them, and put them in the oven with some cheese sprinkled on them. I added a beef pasty, which I opened the pastry and added more cheese to! I sliced a tomato up and got it on the plate. I turned off the computer.
Kept checking the oven and finally laid out the plate above. Added some pickled ketchup. Delicious!

I didn’t.

Carer Tanya arrived and took off the diabetic socks. Chris has not returned the laundry, so we left the socks in an upturned box. Medications were taken, and a night bag was attached to the catheter.

I felt shattered, weary and tired. So when Tanya departed, I got settled in the Social Services provided, bless them, old hospital bed. With no socks on, the were much less often, and although a broken sleep, I soon dosed back off after each stinging.
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BONUS ODE -Sorry about this!
Do you feel you are an exception?
Or a hoi polloi quotidian?
To assume whether or either,
Finding the realisation needs regression,
Certainly retro-cognition…
You may never find ratification…
I didn’t, despite my concentration,
And this morning… Tarnation!
I’ve got acute constipation.
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Inabstinent Inchy: Sunday 14th April 2024

15/04/202415/04/2024 / Inchie / 4 Comments

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I’m not very well today. I started fair enough, but the news about the little girl put me on a low.
Say no more.

Not good at all!

Oddly, some liquid splashed into the water, but it was not blood. Then the tank would not refill… well it did, but it took an hour over it.

Carer Helen arrived. Med’s sorted, then, she got the socks on for me. All done.

Blogging, but half-heartedly. Feeling a bit low, what with the snippet.

Carer Helen arrived. Picked up the least of the DVDs. Took nibbles and a drink.

Blogging.

Carer Joanne. No, it was Carer Kimberly, well, I’m not sure, meds, drinkie & nibbles.

Blogging.

Carer Alison arrived. Medications, nibbles, treats.

Blogging.

I must have had a mind blank or seizure. How has it already gone 16:00hrs?

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Kitchen view.

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Another later view, two houses being done-up now. The grass is looking fresh.

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Inacceptable Inchy: Saturday 13th April 2024

14/04/2024 / Inchie / 4 Comments

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This morning, I could not find this photo from yesterday; I thought it had gone AWOL into the ether. But here it is. Baffles me, but that’s not unusual.

The early morning I wrote about this morning on yesterday’s blog.
Morning view. Later than usual, of course. I was still in bed when Carer Chris arrived.

I know where it went. Hehe!

Got the computer on, and went into a Mind-Blank stroke . I was already miles behind on the blog as it was, and now I had lost over an hour.
But I do recall struggling with the couple vision and being nervous about hitting any wrong combinations on the keyboards and not knowing which I’d hit wrongly to correct any errors. I did, of course. This cost me another half-hour!

Carer Joanne came. I thought of asking her how she felt about one of her dogs, which she had to put down yesterday. But I thought better of it.

The day bag had filled quickly again.

I went to the kitchen to get some potatoes in the slow cooker and took these two shots of the view.

I tried to get the Asda (Walmart) bag and label in the shot. They were called Asda Extra Special. Likely Special because some of them were in an especially terrible condition. See above! But, they did give me a moment of pareidoliaing, and I spotted features of a face and bald head on the skin of the spud. Can you see the lips, eyes and an ear in the picture?

The vagueness in my head and eyesight problems were confounded by the fact that each time I had to stand and walk, both of the Cartilages seemed to be taking turns giving way.

Still, it comes!

The Iceland Deliver Arrived.
Got the nibble box topped up.
This one contained porridge, salt and vinegar nibbles, disposable razors, and bleach, as far as I can tell.
Pork pies, beef pasties, Mediterranean vegetables, Eurgh-flavourless Moroccan tomatoes,& baguettes.

Turning a little lighter at last as the afternoon went on. Wonderful clouds.

Got the dressing gown to change into later.

This great shot was taken to the left of the kitchenette window.
This one is to the right.

Carer Victor arrived. Medications sorted.

I was not entirely with it but pressed on with a mistake-making blast at the blog.

A later shot with the sun fighting to stay out.

Got some nosh sorted.

TTFNski!

Inaccurate Inchy: Friday 12th April 2024

13/04/2024 / Inchie / 4 Comments

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Up at 05:15hrs, doing this at (now) 23:55hrs! Friday started reasonably well and ended up 18 hours later with the fire alarm alerting. The potatoes burnt, and cleaning up the mess took me three hours. Burnt finger, dropped the second saucepan on my legs and dressing gown… I’d sooner not mention this again. I may have to start looking for somewhere else to live.
I’d got the intro bit done but little else. I started on it Saturday morning. I’m in the new bed at approximately 04:30 hrs, and I have cramps in both legs. The right eye is so painful, and the vision in both is terrible… I’d sooner not mention this again. I may have to start looking for somewhere else to live.
I woke when Carer Chris arrived.
I’d sooner not mention this again. I may have to start looking for somewhere else to live.
Getting out of bed in the morning was a struggle and a half. Carer Chris aided me. Got up on the sticks, & joined in the pain-giving antics of the other ailments that had been attacking for the previous four hours of sleep… I’d sooner not mention this again. I may have to start looking for somewhere else to live.
This will be a short one, but at least I took some photos; some I recall taking, others not. Oh, and I forgot to ask the Carer to take off my diabetic socks for me, and also, the Catheter Night Bag was not attached. The lad was trying to let me get back to sleep, I think, bless him. He did mention how poorly I looked, which was a rarity. As a man living a fit & healthy lifestyle and at a young age, I am usually a bundle of joy & happiness, laughing, joking, giving, and forever yodelling and singing…
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Of, dearie me, the ablutions went hellish this morning… But not the

Bad picture of the better ankles

Morning view.

Through the balcony windows.

Afternoon views.

A few hours later. Bootiful!

I worked all day on blogging and still hadn’t caught up. I was well gone by 03:00 hrs before giving it up. That was when the smell of burning was detected, followed shortly by the fire alarm. I think the timing is right.

This is possibly my worst-ever attempt to take a shot of the moon high in the sky! Four failures, but they did have an element of modern art. Is it suitable for the Tate Gallery? Perhaps, maybe?

Huh!. I missed this shot taken earlier.

I got it within 2 seconds… when I looked at the revealed answer. Hehehe!

The burnt potatoes from the large saucepan.
The mess where things had boiled over.
I got some not-so-bad potatoes with almost dried-out vegetables. Washed up and had the Accifauxpas mentioned above!
I’d sooner not mention this again. I may have to start looking for somewhere else to live.
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Inactivated Inchy: Thursday 11th April 2024

12/04/2024 / Inchie / 3 Comments

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A little lighter colour this morning.
Morning sky shot
And… a ground shot!

Balcony doors.

Later on, a kitchen view.

End car park.

Kitchenette.

Midday gloom. It did brighten a bit later.

Nearly caught me out again!

I took this Kodak Tim shot.
Then tiredness & weariness dawned.
The plan was to get some sleep in before the teatime caller came and then get back on the blog.
This plan did not come to fruition!
I struggled to get stripped and clambered into the bed. In particular, gave forth pains, complaining as I got in and settled into the new second-hand bed. I struggled further, getting into a pain-free position for sleep.
Eventually, I was satisfied that I’d got it as good as I was going to and cleaned up the mess I’d made around the bed, got the overbed table in position with the flat torch, the mobile phone and a bottle of water on it, and climbed painfully into a raise prone position which I thought was okay. It wasn’t!
I just got myself deeper into a mess again. Not being able to see or understand the controller did not help much. Within two minutes of my laying down in the snug bed, I’m afraid that
kicked off. Annoyed and frustrated, I got out, made the bed and put the overbed table up on it. With was angry at all the leg lifting needed.
I was now verging on sinking into the mammoth depression as I got back into the c1968 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. But at least I found , at long last. I had turned on the TV, and the 16:00hrs News was starting, but I soon drifted off into a wonderful oblivion. Heavenly sleep! But it didn’t last long. Five minutes later, turned up, full of the joys of spring. Hahaha! He issued the medications, and I was in the chair for the entire visit, mumbling about needing sleep! Hehehe! He didn’t hang out and left me wishing I could get some sleep!
Which I did within minutes of Chris departing, a deep, wonderful, dream-filled at times, but not bad ones. I slept for an hour at least… then, you’ve probably guessed, started off! They didn’t last for very long. But they put an end to any more silly hopes and dreams of getting to sleep… at least until for two hours or so when I managed to nod off back to kip in the £300 second-hand shop purchased, c1966, welt-causing, uncomfortable, not-working, itch-inspirational, crumb-containing recliner. For five minutes, and the return of made his last call. The lad took off the diabetic socks and issued the medications by torchlight. Bless him. I told him to take some nibbles and a cold drink from the fridge. Oh, and a can of Corona beer. I think I nodded away as soon as he’d departed. And stayed in the good-dream-filled slumber for about 3 hours,
I woke, unsure of where I was, when it was, and my tormented mind full of self-lambasting, guilt, shame and embarrassment-filled memory recollections from . Worran ‘orrible night!

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Acne Ridden Inchy: Tuesday 9th April 2024

10/04/2024 / Inchie / 6 Comments

ARRGH! I woke, coughed a little, and edged toward the side of the bed to get my legs down… By Gum, it was painful! Both , and , the second one, in particular, did not like being moved at all. I suppose an Arrgh! Would describe it at the time. When the legs were lowered, and I tackled, standing on them, Arrgh! Seems far too timid an expression to use.
I had to riskily sit down again to get at the , for removing it. Took a poor snap of it here.
Even darker this morning.
I went to the kitchen to check if I’d left any of the taps running, the cooker on, or the fridge or freezer doors open. Everything looked good, so I took the above photo from the kitchenette window.
Then I got the dressing gown, socks, and shirts from the laundry bag that Carer Christopher returned last night and that I’d forgot to sort out. Made a mess of the snap of the T-shirt Sister Jane bought for me… “Grumpy Little Elf”, indeed! Hahaha!
I topped up the carer’s and nurses’ nibble boxes on the carer’s table.
Then, I got the waste bags into one. The knees were not getting much better. I’ll be glad to get to the doctor’s appointment to have them checked over. The very thought of the injections working and hopes of some pain relief instead appeals to me.
Off to the wet room, Porcelain Throne duties and ablutions to do.
Constipation Conrad was back in control. At least the pain from the ginormous concrete torpedo that eventually slowly emerged, and I was doing rather well on the crossword, too, took the pain of the knees away for a few minutes. Until I had to stand up to clean up!
The teeth cleaning brought bleeding. The shaving did not! Fantastic! A bit of a downer, though. I struggled to get the clean PPs on after washing and took a semi-tumble. Luckily, I tumbled towards the corner, which saved me from buzzing for help getting back up again. With the state of my knees today, there would be no way I get back up on my own. Naturally, the drooping day bag pulled like heck on Little Inchies, and I had to clean up and medicate. It could have been much worse. I got the dressing gown on and wobbled to the computer to put the photographs on WordPress, which was ready to use. I thought I’d better cause when the nosh arrives later, I’ll have less to do and maybe save some time. I found this photo on the card? A classic cock-up, I’m thinking?
The Asda order arrived, and it was a big one. Carrying the bags through to the kitchen upset the Cartilage girls. Hehe!
The top-up for the treat drinks was left in the doorway. They were the most hurtful to carry.
Daffodils are to be given to the
wardens and handed to whoever. I topped up the drinkies shelves in the front room with the new cans delivered.
Flavoured Cider, Carlsberg, and Corona are amongst them.
A lot of long-life foods go into the cupboards. Some packets of instant mash. Fresh spuds, brown Baguettes, and tiny pots of sour lemon jellies.
♥ arrived as I’d just got back on the computer. She put my diabetic socks on for me. Medications were handed over. She was hurrying this morning, but we managed the odd natter.
A fine rain descended, and the whole place became so cold. I was glad Marie had fitted my socks.
Brrr!

For an hour or two, I was out of it. Nothing was done on the computer or anything at all during that period. Had it been a , I’d still have been working on the blog and found some done, but it wasn’t.

I arrived a minute after clearing the fog of what must have happened. She sorted the medications. She listened to me as I told her of the Doctor’s and Clinic Appointments needing a lift.
She was busy, too, and said she’d look at things tomorrow for me. ♥ I was surprised at how light stayed tonight. To those unaffected by FND, or , they would have naturally expected it, considering the time of year… but not me! Although I did remember later on, while I was sitting on the . Why the Hell did I tell you that?

I sorted out some food. I have to admit, it’s not an exciting-looking vegetarian meal. Also, as you can see, I burnt the Mediterranean vegetables, and the sausages looked undercooked rather sadly at first. But I pressed on with eating. I couldn’t believe how good it tasted! The sausages were pretty tasty, and the flavour of the vegetables was supremely tasty! However, the look of it, bruised banana, and dry bread let it down a smidgeon.

I thought it was an epaulette!

I got the pots washed and settled to watch some TV. I drifted off the second the adverts came on and woke up feeling terrible. I was sneezing, coughing, and in a mini-mind fog. Yet now, in the morning, the memory of it is clear. Carer Christopher arrived to take off my diabetic socks and give me medications… and, of course, to have his supper. Hehehe!

It took me over three hours to get back to sleep. I know this for sure because as I was tossing and turning. (I wasn’t, but it gives the sentence a richness, don’t you think?) I caught the remote control, and the TV came on. It Frit me! The new TV with its large screen suddenly flashed at me… I thought I might have snuffed it, and this was Hell welcoming me!
I saw time on the screen and turned it off.

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Inchy’s inadequateness: Monday 8th April 2024

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I didn’t do a good job with my shot of the morning view. It looked right till I uploaded it. Tsk!

He started off last night.

I lost hours when this screen came up on the computer. I may have pressed something unintentionally, a combination? I’m always catching the Conrol, Windows or Alt button without sensing it. Not the foggiest what it was all about. I turned it off and rebooted; I could not type anything without all the text being highlighted? Anyone help me?
Still, it came back on, but CorelDraw would not let me select anything. I had a sob, spat a bit, swore and turned it off again for ten minutes.
Things seem to be working again???

The highlight of the day? I’ve just remembered I’m not to post photos of any Carers on here! So, I have removed it. So funny as well!

I got domestic help from Carer Kimberly. She cleaned the kitchen floor, then the wet room and floor, and, for her final task, hoovered the front room. Lovely!
As she was putting the speedmop away, I suggested I take a photo of her doing it, like they do in the TV adverts. She was all for it and joked about her going for a model job, acting for Flash.
I took two shots, and caught her action in whipping off the strip, just as on the TV. I loved having a laugh about it. I felt a part of things.

The Iceland order came. The only thing different or worth mentioning is they had no substitutes, and the bananas, a hand of five, only had one of them squashed and bruised. Very good! For them!

I spent hours and hours doing the blog again.
The ups & downs of life…
Like no longer having a wife,
Depressed and suffering strife,
I cut myself on the steak knife…
The computer is giving me grief,
My tender area was bleeding underneath,
Also bleeding were my gums and teeth,
Panicking, in need of relief…
My bad luck beggars belief!
My nose is running like a sieve!
Life seems emotionally expensive,
Sorry, I’m just being expressive!
Sorry, it was a smidge intensive!

Amazing sky again, well, the clouds.

How did you do?

Noshtime!
The photo I took of the stew had gone AWOL again from the SD card.

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Keep Well!

Inchy Inadmissibly: Sunday 7th April

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Up and about at 05:50hrs:

Once again, the wee-wee in the was not good a good colour.

I can’t say why I took two of the photos, but apparently I did so.

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First, a heavy-duty visit to the Throne was called for, so I sat on the Throne. It soon became apparent that was in full charge of this morning’s evacuation operation. I waited for what was obviously going to be a ginormous release to begin.
I counted the cracks in the ceiling: 22. Is it funny how the total is different every time I count them?
I could feel the solid torpedo as it crept agonisingly slowly and ever more painfully towards daylight. I got the crossword book and pencil from the floor cabinet and tried the puzzle. Blimey, I was doing well with it.
Then the concrete torpedo started to come properly, still very slowly, making me winch at first.
But at least it got out, more than yesterday’s two failed attempts. As the pain subsided, I was so glad it was not messy and needed a marathon cleaning job. I had to flush the thingy a few times, but it went down eventually, and I set about shaving.
There were a few more nicks and cuts this time, but nothing bothersome. I realised I’d forgotten to call the dentist to get a toothpaste prescription, so I used an old-looking tube of paste that had not been thrown out. I don’t think that was a good idea. Eurgh! Leaving the wet room, it dawned on me how well I did with the crosswording and how clear-headed I felt compared to usual.
As I went to get the kettle on for my brew of tasty Glengettie tea, I took this snap of the morning clouds in view from the kitchen.
I felt appreciative of how with it, I felt. I decided to add at the end of yesterday’s blog my decision to cut back on the time it is taking me now. I can’t see, and the shakes are getting worse, which has always been expected. I had no problem finding the words needed and made far fewer mistakes than usual while doing it. In fact, a was engaged. Of course, I knew it would not last long, so I hastily got the computer on to write about my decision. Of course, now I have to prevent myself from looking a twit by actually cutting back on the thing I love doing! The thing that is keeping me going. This may not work, you know. I did tremendously well with my concentration. For the first time in ages, I felt I was achieving something on my own; that was my idea… of course, we’ll have to see how it goes.
I’d got near the end and was about to read through it, and the Carer came in. I think I had him call last weekend. His name was Aliga. Nice chap. He remembered to remind me to take the Vit B12, the lad remembered from last week! I forgot to ask him to put the diabetic socks on, though. Due to our waffling throwing me out of kilt. I realised after he was gone that this essential interruption had killed my bit of unexpected clarity of mind and semi-mental alertness.
or . I imagine that after the lad had gone, I must have had a mind-blank or seizure because I had no idea what I was doing until chimed out four hours later. As far as I can tell, nothing had been done on the blog at all in those four hours?
It was arriving. I was back in the land of confusion. Those few early hours were so pleasant, clear, and translucently appreciated. Will I ever get another one like it? I pray so.
Kimberley was like fresh air when she arrived. She noticed that I was not wearing the diabetic socks; bless her, and she got them fitted first thing for me. ♥
. Medications were given, and we had a little natter.
As she departed, I sat for a moment to try and identify the differences in my mind compared to earlier on. The worries, fretting, and depression in my state had all returned; they had never left in years, yet they did this morning. I’d like to solve the problem of finding out why I was so… well it must be happy and contented for those first few hours today. All a 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?”, I suppose.

As I sat there, I felt the need to return to the Porcelain Throne. Thinking there would be no rush, I didn’t exactly respond immediately. That was a mistake, and I should have been aware of it with my changing evacuation state. I did not make it to the WC tub in time!
I’d already been lifted by the early morning clarity of mind moments. Then lowered with disappointment when the worrying and fretting returned. Now, the embarrassment and shame joined in. Not to mention the washing and cleaning up needed afterwards. A 100% turn-around in my evacuations within an hour or so between the two visits. Life can be such a bugger, can’t it, when one gets older.
This cloud shot on the right is possibly my best-of-the-month pareidoliaising photo. I took it through the kitchen window and had to stretch a bit to get it. Hence the external wall was caught in the shot on the left, which gave more of an impression of an angry cloud face in sky. Furrowed highbrows, eyes, and a magical nose. I thought it was great. Carer Aliyas has been, and he took a photo of the day bag on my leg for me.

Time to get some nosh. Vegetable soup will do me.

I spotted the short, sharp shower spots shimmering steadily down the window pane. I took a Kodak Tim snap of the raindrops falling down the windows. Then the rain stopped!
Another selection of late shots, that are without doubt an absolute Pareidolians Delight.

I see several partially distorted faces, including one that is ‘Scream-like’. I also see a spaceship, a ghost, caves and caverns, and the moon’s surface area. Great! Oh, and I’ve just noticed a Scottie dog’s face, too! Middle photo.

I put the potato chunks in the oven. They baked up well, nice and crispy, just as I like them. This added a crunch to the soup.
The soup. with its added can of garden peas.

Then, the bowl again, this time with the chunky baked potatoes added to the mixture. The gravy was made, and a splash of Worcester Sauce was also in there.

Well, I soon got that one scoffed away—too quickly, maybe, as then he started his imitation of imminent regurgitation & pains.
I went to get the washing up done and found, to my amazement, that I’d left the It’s completely cold water now! That’s three times this week I’ve left the hot tap running. As Tim Price advised, I’m going to ask the Council if I can be allowed to buy auto-turn off taps and have them fitted. The bank manager might not like it.
arrived, medicated me and took off my socks. I turned off the TV, and sorted getting into the bed. Not easy as things were laid out, so I moved some things a little to make more room for the Carers to get about. And more space for me to haul my legs up on the bed. Messy, but it had to be done. Moved the over be table in close, with a bottle of water, the torch and the mobile on it. Next, I toyed with the remote control for the bed movements. Not the easiest of things to read in the torchlight. But I had to turn the lights of and use the torch to get into it. I managed to get the top end lower, but now I have the end bit raised up wonder my knees. I’ll see how that goes.