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Inchy Irked: Monday 11th March 2024 Whoopsie Accifauxpas Tumble

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Monday was so meddling,
Scaring, frustrating & muddling,
Constant Whoopsiedangleplopping.
My computer was malfunctioning,
I feared the end of my computing!
With the Blue Screen of death appearing!
Fell over, when waste bin manoeuvering,
Many an error and mistake making,
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I just thought these were worth mentioning.
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05:15hrs: I woke, got up and was determined to get the done straight away, so I had the time to get them finished before any Carer arrived. The night sharing , and bursting-put Sneezes. I nodded off again every time, but it seemed minutes later, one or the other was back to wake me up. Tsk!The Catheter night pouch didn’t have much content. However, it was a much better colour today.

I collected and hobbled off to the wet room.
Yet the innards seemed to be gurgling?

I tried the crossword book while waiting for any action to begin from the rear end. None did!
As I rose from the WC…
The legs looked a little misshapen, and I felt that and her lesions were creeping up the legs more today. The knees were both slightly bloated. But below them, that part of both legs had ballooned! (Out of picture)
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After shaving and washing, it was apparent that my forehead and neck were much more virile than usual. As it seemed, was the postmarks, mini-boil, and drooping eyes. Hehe!
This photo left me bamboozled. I must have taken it in the wet room because it was on the SD card between the one above the face and the legs below.
I took this just before I put on my dressing gown to leave the wet room. Did they look more inflamed than earlier? I thought so. Both cartilages and knees’ were both carrying to much flesh for my liking.

arrived. He looked a smidgeon better than the last time I saw him. He medicated me, but I forgot to ask him to put on the socks. He checked the prescription medical draw stock and recorded it. He took the laundry down for me; bless him.

Still dark out there, but the mist is lifting, methinks.

In earnest, I started the Sunday blog. It was slow going, but progress was made without too many errors until I realised that Grammarly was not picking them up! It took me a long time to get Grammarly working again, and I still have no idea how or what I did, but it started again. Then, I had the pleasure of correcting and amending the 78 Errors I’d made. Taking me an hour and a half to get right!

Next Carer, she mopped the wet room and kitchen for me and hoovered the main room and mini hallway, too. Thank you!

Brighter now.

She came. She had got the bug, or do they call it the Lurgi now? Poor gal was struggling. ♥ But she still put on my diabetic socks for me; bless her cotton socks. She gave me Peptac and painkillers. She needs some medications as well.

This came up on my computer…
ARGH! SOB! SPIT SHI…
Demoralised!
After following several commands from the prompts, I eventually got to the message: “Sign in with your first code number and password from when you originally bought and installed this version of Windows.”
I tried pressing continue and got to another screen.
They asked me which installation option I wanted to select for them to reinstall Windows 10. I couldn’t even understand what they meant, so I pressed continue again. A list of several reasons for failure appeared on the screen, with the option to ‘Close the Computer’ or ‘Cancel’. Since I had no choice, I Cancelled.
The computer went off anyway.
Downhearted, I had to accept that there was nothing I could do about it. I’ve been trying to get someone to check the computer for me. I’ve asked every Carer and the Wardens if they know of anyone trusted who can help me. They all said no. I’ve only used Tech Help twice before. Both times, I got ripped off, and the computer had the same problem a few days after it had been ‘mended’. The last one, who said he was a student, gave me a telephone number to call if anything went wrong. And took his £250 quid with him, Two days later, it did. I tried ringing the number hundreds of times over the next few months, but it was never answered. I’m no better off now in getting any help.

I sulked for an hour or two, then made a meal and put the TV on. But the internet was not available it said on the TV screen. What the hell had I done now?

Again, not really knowing how to use the remote control, I risked pressing unknown what actions they are for buttons. Then I got down on the floor to check the conveniently left on the carpet by the Liberty-Global Virgin Media Engineer who installed the TV, phone and internet for me, and noticed two buttons I could press on the front of the box, a minus on one, and plus sign on the other. Which do I try? I pressed the minus, and the screen stayed the same. Later, I braved trying the plus button, and the fibre TV came on. I dare not touch the box again now…
Another problem now. Having gotten down on my knees to the box, I could not get back up on my feet again! The catheter tube was pulling painfully when I finally got moving a little. Cartilages Carole and Chloe, Back-Pain-Brenda, Arthur Itis, and Vasculitis Vanessa joined forces to give me as much pain as possible when I tried to move the legs. Having spent about an hour manoeuvring myself near the recliner to use it as a pull-me-up, The right ankle PN electric shocks kicked off, and I landed back on the floor during what was to have been my final effort… landing on my left knee with a thud. Now I had Cartilage Chloe even more painfully giving me some!
I stayed there for a few minutes and considered using my wrist alarm to get help. I made a final effort; if this failed, I would press the wristlet, I told myself.
At long last, I was in the recliner and spent a good few minutes recovering from the incident.

I got the Phorpain Gel out and rubbed some in both knee cartilages, and I took an extra Codeine painkiller. As I put the packet back, Shaking-Shoulder-Shirley kicked off, and the blister pack flew out of my hand as I grabbed the chair arm to steady myself. I’ve still not found where it went to yet!

Then, I sensed the smell of the food left in the saucepan on the hob! It was only on a low light, which prevented it getting burnt. I made and added some gravy to it.
The mood I was in, may have prevented me a little of enjoying the meal. But the bean stew and added baked smoked bacon. I was feeling a little sorry for myself with today’s run of bad luck… but I realised that it was nothing unusual for me.

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Irksome Inchy: Sun 10 Mar 24 Both lifts out of action! Two food deliveries arrive!

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05:40hrs: I rose in a cheery, gay, happy mood. Possibly a Ahem!
I could hardly believe the dark colour of the Catheter night pouch contents—I was in shock, really. I took another shot of it when emptying the night bag. Of course, at the time, I didn’t realise that much bigger shocks were awaiting me later on, today! Yes.

I took this picture of the early morning view from the kitchenette window.
At least it wasn’t foggy… yet! Only my brain was foggy. I was off to the wet room for a wash and visit to the. There was another change in styles: from two days of being in control, now was ruling things. Mega-smelly, almost watery, it squirted out more than flowed! It took me ages to get the place, and my body cleaned up! Tsk.
Since arriving in the wet room, I’d had three or four of the .
Seeing the state of the ankles, was no surprise.
may need putting back on again, if things get any worse and the lesions burst open. Won’t please the Carers.

The Asda driver rang me on the mobile phone with a connection as normal, but it was so bad that he might as well have been talking to me in Outer Mongolian, for all I understood. I assumed he could not gain access and told him I’d come down to him straight away. Big Mistake!
I got and left the flat to find that both of the lifts were out-of-action! .
I looked down between the fire escape stairs… It looked and was daunting. 24 flights of stairs to get down. I automatically set off, with great difficulty and pains from , and . I really must have been mad, to think I could get down all that way and then back up again. However, thought I could. I couldn’t, of course.
I managed to get down to the sixth floor and started going back up again. This was when I heard the noises below me. The heroic, saving-the-day driver was on his way up; I could hear him going up a flight of stairs with two of the three boxes, back down and getting the third, then repeating the exercise for each of the 24 flights of stairs. I continued climbing back up, and the driver caught me up; I was struggling so much to get back to my floor. The ankles had swollen and also was bleeding. The driver was pouring sweat, but he stayed calm and patient with me. As we got to the flat, arrived.
Between them they got the food into bags and took them into the kitchen for me. It was a big order as well.
I sent a thank-you note to Asda later in the day for the driver’s kind, beyond-the-call-of-duty actions. He deserves recognition.
Did the medicationalisationings. I took this shot of the well-tired Asda driver leaving.
Then, an Iceland order arrived! Which I was certain I’d ordered for next Tuesday? I may need more help here!
kindly put the bags in the hallway for me, ready for me to tackle later. Thanks, Shaquille!

Then, I set about sorting out the Asda Delivery. This is going to be a long job. There is much stuff to sort out and store away. I made a start…
The spring waters and cordials were put on the floor next to the Water Alarm Sounder thingamabob on the floor. Something else to trip over.

Shloer drinkies for treats and thankyous for the Caregivers and nurses who tend to me. Soda water and spring water for the daily Catheter filling routines. A bottle of Mushroom sauce and Tomato Ketchup with pickle. Lastly, sterilised milk.
Some reet-treats for myself in this photographicalisation on the left. Vici Surimi sticks Sweet & delicate). Jamaican Lamb patties. (Tasty!) Asda Crisp & Golden Potato Rostis (Not bad at all when done until burnt a bit). But nice!

Some favourites in this one! Brown sliced baguettes! Ready meals, Cumberland Pie, Minced beef hotpot. Texas beef chunks, an all-day breakfast, and a newly discovered gem. mini caramelised sausages!

Then I moved on to the Iceland delivery storage. Far less to work with.
Curry & Barbeque baked beans, mushrooms, sugarless biscuits, batteries AA & AAA. Treats drinkie, and some ready-made coffees for the Carers who like them.

Made up and took the waste bags to the rubbish shoot in the 12th-floor main lobby.
Noticing the lifts had been repaired as I passed by them en route.
I managed to trap my hand, well finger, in the cast iron closure drawer without any effort or input. No cursing, swearing, or spitting, just an Argh!

Back in the detention cell. I mean the apartment, I avoided a calamity and with seconds to spare, got it emptied just in time!
The colour was a lot healthier looking now than first thing. I got on with the blog finalisationings at long last. Worra, day! It’s well into PM now!

The mist had been around all day once it had fallen. Too busy to notice what time it fell. More like November weather, really.

Slurp, gobble!

Took ages to force out this time.
Spent some time on the crossword puzzle.

Overnight, despite the horrendous day I’d had, left me alone. But… the woke me up each time when it struck. Higher up on the leg now. Wakes you up with a jerk, I can tell yers. I feel a little pain each time, but it soon eases off, within seconds. By then, they had done their job, mission, aim… to stop me sleeping!
Either because 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. Or, my brain that is not communicating with that is dying off, or maybe it’s the cunning ? I’ve always had a sort of affinity with him, you know. I don’t think he likes not being liked by the souls he collects? It could be part of his plan to make living (for me) hell, then when he comes, I’ll welcome him. Just a thought. I’ve no quarrel with him at all. It’s smarty-pants Saint Peter I’d like a word with.

Sayounara.

Incapable Inchy: Saturday 9th March 2024

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At least it was different this morning. Well, it wasn’t, but it would have been nice if it had been. Confusion Conrad Reigned supreme! I took several photos. I lost or misplaced them, they escaped into the ether, or I forgot to insert the SD card. I think I merrily took shots of the catheter bag, a scene shot or two, and the bruise coming up where I trapped my fingernail in the kitchen drawer, expecting to retrieve them later for the blog.
My body and brain march onwards towards the obliviousness of total incapability and insanity.
(I’m in no rush, mind!).

The pouch urine was far too red for comfort again. I sorted the waste bags (the photos self-destructed).
Got the computer onNow this shot one was not on the AWOL list.

A shot to the right from the kitchen.
A shot to the right from the kitchen.
I may have got these in the wrong order?

The wee-wee kept changing colour, and the pouch suddenly filled up a few times.

As best I recall, Carer Maryham, poorly, bless her. Carer Chris made the second call, Carer Joanne the second, and Carer Victor, the third and fourth visit. Not exactly any seizures today, but the straightforward mind-blanks paid me too many visits. After each one, I struggled to regain what I was doing before; and ended up starting two or three, often more, different things and none getting finished. But, as Tom Jones sang, “It’s Not Unusual”. Was it him or Englebert?

Carers Health Checks of late, returns
A fit lot of folks!

A blue shade sky tonight.

Got the meal prepped, cooked, and served. I kept to the diet and didn’t have any bread as I’d been instructed. I had a brown baguette instead. Ahem!
By gum, it was a good un!
Gobble, slurp… gone! Hehe!

Took this view as I washed the pots.

I went back to watch some TV, fell asleep, and Carer Vic arrived. He medicated me and took my socks off for the night. Oh, dearie me…
He put some cream on once again, coming up with ankle lesions on both ankles/legs.
Not good, this, at all!

I did find them, but it took me a lot longer than 11 seconds… nearer 11 minutes. Haha!

TTFN

Ireful Inchy: Friday 8th March 2024

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Yet another sad day, concentration-wise. I swear I was more out of it than with it for the majority of the day.
Doing the blogging, or trying to, I’d wander off to the Porcelain Throne; on the way back, I’d see some bits on the hallway floor and get the hoover out. A Carer calls, and my attention varies. The ten-minute Carer’s call was over, and I’d forgotten about finishing the hoovering and moved on to check what was in the fridge to cook for my meal for tonight. I returned to the computer and was amazed that so little was done on it. Searching for a Local News Snippet on the Your Area News site, something reminded me of my youth. I spent ages casting back my mind to my horrendous school days, musing at my bad choices, the bullies, the neighbours, etc.
I went to make a brew of Glengettie and found that the hot water tap had been left on and had run cold.
Stubbing my toe en route back to the computer, I could not find my notepad with the scribbled reminders to use. A seizure or mind-blank took over, and suddenly, the pain from a PN electric shock in the leg (it’s moved up from the ankle now) brought me back from wherever I was, and it dawned that I’d been AWOL for two hours or so. As I stood up, the pain from the Catheter tube pulling on Little Inchie was excruciating. I felt the warm wetness as the blood flowed down from the PPs onto my leg and off to the wet room for cleaning and medicationalisationing.
When I came out, I set about setting up the template for the blog, not realising that I’d already done that and had some work to do. More time lost. No doubt I did many other things; the proof was in the few photographs I found on Kodak Tim’s SD card. These also prompted some remembrances. But what I did most of the day was a part of the mystery.
I reclaimed a degree of awareness of things, but not until the evening Carer called. I think Carer Sam came and put some prescriptions in the medical drawer. Vagueness is the word to describe today, I guess.
Belatedly doing, the nurse’s ode flowed easily. And although, as per usual, I was getting so tired and weary, which in itself was another mystery cause I’d done bugger all today.
I didn’t even get back to this blog until late Saturday morning! I think I’ll add Confusion to Vagueness.
Ah, yes, Carer Maryham did the first call. (I think) She was not very well; I think she had caught the ‘Bug’, bless her. I seem to recall worrying about her.
Only a few photos to go on, with the odd prompted memory added where I had one…
Thank heavens, I at least got the top graphics done early. I’m waffling well, ain’t I?

Front car park, from the kitchen window.

Misty morning.

Late morning, I think.

The new bed, with the fall-out bar and a slide-under-table. It’s comfy enough for me!

It looked like the road resurfacing was all done.

Afternoon or teatime sky.

I missed the sunset due to a mind-blank.
But took this as I went to make a meal.

See the difference twixt reality (above),
and how it looked on the box?
Most disappointing taste, too!

All the bestest!

Ironical Inchy: Thursday 7th March 2024

An eerie, misty morning. I like it!

Ablutions and medicating tackled.

Gums bleeding after teeth cleaning.
Shaving, eight tiny nicks, no bother!
Showering: I deliberately took my time doing this. And I got through it without a single Accifauxpas or Whoopsiedangleplop. Smug-Mode Engaged!
Medicationalisationing: Harold’s Haemorrhoids were exceptionally tender. Little Inchy was bloodied, but nothing unusual in this. Olive oiled the earholes.
I applied eye sprays. Phorpain gelled both cartilages; I put plenty on and rubbed it in well.
Then, the big challenge… Getting the
Protection Pants on. A bit of a farce… However, I did eventually get them on, but a slight tearing of the pants was overcome by my ingenious (well?) plan to use the Catheter tape to hold them together.
I even walked out of the wet room without knocking into the door frame. Smug-Mode Mark2

I started this blog but haven’t gotten very far…
For then, the interruptions flowed.
The gentleman from Diabetes Support rang. He explained that they could not meet me face-to-face, but I could use the App. I asked what that was: On your
mobile phone! – My mobile phone does not have internet access! – What? – My mobile phone does not have internet access! Well, use your iPad! (I’m not sure if he said iPad or ePad) – What are they? I can use my computer, can’t I? – No, it is not set up for computers, ask your doctor if she can arrange anything!
So, my hopes of getting any help with Diabetes 2 were over. I’ll have to find the time to search for advice on my computer. Felt a smidge low now.

Another try at blogging… The landline chimed and flashed; It was someone asking about the bed. Had the bar been fitted or not? – Yes! – Then someone will come out to you with a new mattress. – The one on the bed is new, I think? – That one was the wrong size! – Yes, they sent the wrong-sized bar as well. – That’s why I’m checking to see if the new bar has been fitted – Yes…
Can we come to fit the new mattress today? It’s no problem; I’m in all day. – Good!
I was a little perplexed, but I had to get back to starting this blog (I never did; you’ll gather that as I waffle on about my busy day).

Back to the blogging…

Carer Kara called; she only had 15 minutes, but she did an amazing job getting my socks on, checking the catheter bag, and putting my mind at rest about an email I’d had. Got the medications given and had to rush off. Thanks, Kara! ♥

Carer Christopher returned the laundry, and I put it away. Now, it’s well into the second half of the day!

Back to blogging…

I decided to make the second brew of the day; the first went cold again. I filled and sealed the waste bag.

Back to blogging…

The man with the mattress arrived. He was helpful; he had to remove the old mattress and put the new one on from the junk room (but they are all junk rooms).
Showed me how to use the lifter/lower control.

Back to blogging…

For about five minutes, it gave me time to put the first photos on in the wrong order and change them to where they should be…
I was sorting the wristbands out, and one of them snapped. I swore and bent down to retrieve it…
Clouting my forehead on the way down against the edge of the open drawer. Got up a little too quick, and paid me a visit. Naturally, this was of no bother to a man of my calibre and resistance to pain; I laughed the matter off. Ahem!

It was getting late, so I gave up on the blogging as the tiredness and fog descended.

I took this photo as I went to the kitchen to make some nosh. Carer Chris arrived, looking in a rush. Well, it was his last call before his going home time. Hehe!

The meal consisted of a four-bean stew with added mini sausages and baguettes. A lemon yoghourt, too!

I emptied the day bag and was ready to attach the nocturnal pouch. Getting so tired now!

Even I did – Easy-Peazy for once!

TTFNski

Irrational Inchy: Wed 6th Mar 24 – Seizure, but all well now.

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The second half of the day is a mystery to me. I took a turn and stopped doing everything. I got down in the second-hand, c1966, £300 charity shop-bought, wincingly grotty, beige-coloured, not working, crumb-covered from the nocturnal nibblings, itch-making, uncomfortable, virus-breeding, easy-to-fall-out-of recliner, and just stayed there.
The symptoms were a new occurrence for me. I was not dizzy exactly, but oh so vague. My thoughts didn’t seem to be my own. Apart from getting up to empty the tank a few times, I sat there for about eight hours or more, seemingly uninterested in getting up. I was so drained, but Sweet Morpheus was not attainable at all. I stayed there for two Carer visits. No meal, and no interest in eating. I left the TV on all the time, with the sound off. The odd dropping-offs were short… and at about 01:00hrs, as I got up to empty the pouch again, my balance was all over the place. I had a sense that I may not have checked the taps and cooker, so went to the kitchen, all fine, then the wet room… Things were fine there, too; as I turned to leave, a short had me walking into the doorframe yet again. Thus, setting off into action.
This Accifauxpas seemed good to me. I became a little more compos-mentis of things, but that brought on the realisation that I had not even started on the blog yet. Tomorrow, the Diabetes Phone Call and Assessment are due in the morning. Will I ever get this blog done?
Back came the fretting and worrying about just about anything that had been absent during the seizure, and I almost welcomed the concerns and worries back home like a lost puppy! Hehe! A short time later, I took a photo of the morning view and got the ablutions tended to. A shave, sh…, teggies, and shower.
I’ll have to rush this one. Sorry for missing stuff and for mistakes that are bound to slip through. It’s been a busy day all the same, so there’s a lot to recall when I upload the pictures. I’m hoping they will prompt Memory Michael., but… Hehe! Some scribble is still readable on the notepad for the earlier part of the day.

06:10hrs: I sprang back to life, full of vim and vigour, bounded out of the recliner and did twenty press-ups, 40 Toe-Touches and 5 minutes shadow boxing…
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Back to the truth…
06:10:hrs: As I moved, I could feel Little Inchy’s Fungal Lesion bleeding. I noticed that the urine in the pouch was very dark…

I emptied the wee into the jug I use for the day bag, and it looked far too red for my liking. The District Nurses have not visited me for a couple of months now, and I will do my best to remember to ring them later and tell them about the catheter not being removed for so long. Oh, and the electric-like pains in the ankle. Although I’m certain, this is caused by saying I’m sure of something maybe stretching the actuality of things.

Another foggy morning.

Foggier now.

Asda order arrived

Five items are out of stock.

I still have some of my favourites.
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These burgers are so nice tasting.

The best-tasting baguettes I’ve ever had!
Back on the computer.

Carer Shaquille arrived. Did his things, and we had a laugh along the way.

Carer Kara arrived later on. She sorted out some emails for me and showed me how to reject further emails from whoever. It was so easy as well, but with my eyesight, I missed the option at the bottom of the emails in question; it was in light green and or pink.
Be lost without her. ♥

The doctor’s surgery rang on the landline, with the NHS Anticoagulation, Deep Vein Thrombosis, and Warfarin test results and dosages.

The Seizure Struck. Well dark when I came out of it.

Beautiful late afternoon clouds.
With a brown hue, very pretty!

The brown was turning to blue an hour later.
Wonderful variations!

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Took these over five minutes, capturing the sun on its way down over the horizon. And turning red.
It made me think of Putin!

Put the TV on.

Does this take you back?
Heartbeat is my favourite TV programme.

TTFN

Inactivated Inchy: Monday 4th March 2024

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Good Morning!
Photo kindly taken by Carer Maryham after she helped me wash & shave and get dressed. ♥

Dark wee-wee, bloodied pee!

A red-hued morning view.
Tsk!

Computer on, and reduced some things on the order for the week after next from J. Sainsbury.

Made up the bed. Well, flung a quilt over it.

Today’s fodder order arrived.
Not a lot this time.

Took these shots.
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These came out okay.

Computed for a couple of hours. Then, I made a brew to dunk some of my sugarless biscuits.
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Taste Rating: 3/10.

Took two shots of the kitchen window view.

Then arrived. At this stage, I was doing well mentally… no, that’s a fib! I was not doing too badly in the concentration stakes. We had a little natter after she’d medicated me and checked the taps and cooker.
After departed, things took a long lasting turn for the worse. The started. I was using the small blue plastic
picker-upperer, and as I leant down to retrieve the dropped hearing aid, I injured the picker-upperer. Bent it rather acutely… it’s not working. Now… I may have said an assortment of naughty words.
So, I was frustrated and self-critical as the landline burst to life. The Physiotherapist made sure I was aware of his arrival. Haha!
The gentleman arrived minutes later. But with my having just broken the picker-upperer, my mind was all over the place. What I can recall, is he tested both & s abilities, by my lifting the legs as far as I could without too much pain. Won that competition easily. He asked if the walker was better now that he’d mended the ‘wiggle’ on the right handlebar, and I thanked him, as it was a lot easier to use now. Many questions were answered, hopefully correctly, by me. But details of them have now gone into the ether. I recall losing what I spoke of a few times and feeling foolish. The man was understanding about this. I think my using the bed was referred to. He said he’s had a word with my doctor about the cartilage. Maybe it’s more pain relief. Almost sure. Ah, I did tell him of getting more frequent now I’m using the bed. But I sense that an awful lot more was discussed.

Variety is the spice of life. Hahaha!

I found on the reminder notepad that I’d scribbled what I thought was Rachael. No idea why?

Eventually, at long last, I started updating Sunday’s blog and got it posted very late in the day. I was now getting exhausted & weary. And just had to give up the blog working. I may get up early in the morning and try to start early on it… or not.

I got the stew and potatoes cooking and put the TV on… Oh dearie! I was baffled by this message that came up!

The remote control, was not affecting anything I tried to get to the later button to click on it. Then I dug out the Bush TV remote, which the engineer who fitted it up told me I would not use, and he said to throw it away; it was not needed. I tried to see if that would work to get to the set-up button, but that wasn’t doing anything either. So now, paying three times as much as before for the TV & phone service, which I didn’t want anyway but got conned into taking, and having to buy a Smart TV to use the service… I’m left without any TV at all! I don’t know if the message was from or the Bush television people? I need help here; if anyone can and knows what I can do, please chip in. I’ll ask a Carer if they can phone for me. It said a reset will be needed, that scares me; I could lose my internet service?
Depressed again now!

Got the fodder served up, but I was not in a good mood to enjoy it. But still ate it ravenously.

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Took two-night shots from the kitchen window. Well, I’d not TV to watch. I spent £400, and £88 a month, and may end up with no landline, or computer supply… I’ve virtually lost the TV anyway. Grrr!
The first artistic one. Haha!
The second one.

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I’m fuming, frustrated, frumpy, fed-up, frightened, frazzled, and flagitated. Fighting a ferocious fiend, fragmenting my brain & body, without any help, physiatrics or therapy! Did I write that?

Keep Safe, each!

Inanity Inchy: Sun 3rd Mar 24 – Ayup Midducks!

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Night Pouch.

Ablutions and medications done.

Carer 07:25hrs. The chap was unfamiliar with Winwood Heights. I thought I heard knocking on the door, (He did not press the door chime) and he walked in as I was doing so. He asked me about what needed doing, but being me and with my memory, I couldn’t recall anything about the dosages or which were due. He soon mastered it after reading the instructions on the folder. During which He phoned head office I thought.
Then the landline burst out and flashed. It was Sister Jane, who said someone had called her from the Carers, but rang off. Nae bother, I said, telling her the carer was here. Nice chap, got the meds done all good.

Two hours later.

Made up the waste bags.

Must remember to ask the Carer to take the laundry down with them for me.

Did my best to take a snap of the morning view.
Tried again. Although it came out wrong again, it did have the appearance of modern art?
The third effort was like the first two. Hehe!
Aha, not too bad this one.

Pressed on with the CorelDrawing.

Suddenly felt hungry. So I had what I thought would be my evening meal early. A frozen cottage pie, the last brown baguette with sausages, and an orange jelly.

Took this photo, followed 5 minutes after…
of one to the left.

Later the mist fell…

A little later, as I was taking this one as the mist descended, Carer Richard arrived. He heard about the bed being used for the first time tonight. And sorted things, moved them around and readied the bed for me, bless him. And he was not feeling too good himself. I appreciated that.

Well, it looked like yet another fire was going in Sherwood. I assumed it was maybe the cannabis growers burning the used stalks and plants, though. No Fire engines appeared.

Managed to catch the sun on its way down.

I’m passing well today. Hehe!

The break in the clouds earlier was still in view as the darkness began to fall.

Nearly miss this one of the sun.

Two minutes later, she’s gone!

The second meal of the day was enjoyed. Lamb & mutton burgers in the breast, a hot dog sausage in the unfrozen baguette. Lovely and easy to make”

Orev… Arevw… Cheers!

Incel-Inchy: Thursday 29th February 2024

Night bag red!
Bad, innit?

He looked poorly. No, cheering him up at all was successful. He must be going through hell with the diabetes symptoms. Poor lad.

Got on with the blogging catch-up. (Of course, I never caught up; I just got further behind as the day crawled, mistake-ridden on!). I thought yesterday was the worst day in months for typing and memory loss, which was annoying, but today was worse!

The intercom rang out. It was the Parsley Box delivery that Kara had arranged for me. The access button was pressed, and I realised the catheter pouch had to be emptied and hastened to do so. During this, I heard a loud thud. I thought it was the chap in the flat above; he has been getting noisier daily this week. I’m not complaining. I believe he also has to walk with a stick, so I know how he is, like me dropping stuff all the time, hence making noise for the poor tenant below me.
I got to the door and found what the earlier thud must have been. The DHL driver had dropped the box of ready meals on the floor outside the door. This was poor; the box split and tore… will I use them anymore?
I spent a long time using to take photos of each meal I’d bought.
Collectively.
Mushroom Risotto
Vegetable & Lentil Hotpot
Three bean Chilli
Vegetarian Cottage Pie.
Meat Free Chilli.
Cumberland Pie.
I read each meal to find the cooking time it needed. Each one varied a little, but the timing and the sell-by dates were written large enough for me to read easily. The shortest sell-by date was Nov 24. Some had Jan 25 dates. They can be stored without a fridge or freezer. I’ll try a Cumberland Pie tonight and add some canned garden peas.

Finally, I finished the blog. As arrived. She rang the Community Nurse’s place and told them about the new Catheter pouch being too long and the tube too thick. They said they would replace them with men’s day bags ASAP. Thanks, Kara! ♥.

I realised when I got back on the computer that I was out of templates for the blog. So, foolishly, thought I’d do a month’s worth in advance. This time, determined not to make a right hash of it and get things wrong, like dates and days for each one, and have to re-sort them like last time. I went into concentration mode and proceeded to make up the templates. After three hours, the next Carer arrived.
It was . We had a natter after she’d sorted the medications, and she had to rush off, busy, busy, busy; bless her, leaving with a smiling face.
When I got back to the template making. I was like another different creature. Confidence was all gone, and I got myself lost for a while, trying to find where I was up to with the task.
Another hour later, I felt delighted and thought I’d done an excellent job this time. I almost went into an undeserved . This belief later turned out to be fallacious! Humph!”.

I smugly turned off the computer; I’d tired myself out with the concentrating, I think. Mind you, I’m not getting much sleep due to my fixation with doing this blog… for far too many hours each day. But I love it when I can raise a smile or two with the truth.

Arrived to carry out the late call.
I showed off to him and looked at the list of templates I’d done.
Dagnabbit, and balderdashski! I’d missed two days off and doubled up on another. And now they are all out of order and sync. Crying was an option, as was cursing and self-recrimination… not as far as suicide, though! Chris thought it was funny. Huh! Boy, was I irked at my own stupidity! No meal or TV watching tonight; I had to correct the errors and spent an aeon getting them sort of nearly, well, something like an imitation of a workable order.
A really mixed-up mess to tackle every day of the month now. I fear dates, days, etc., may get flummoxed!

Not a good shot, Tsk!
A smidge betterer?

A commonplace late-night event here.
I wanted to stay awake to watch the film The Rock. Every single time the adverts came on, I drifted off into slumber. But not for long. Because I kept getting woken up with . I gave up and turned off the TV, but the mini-shocks kept coming regularly. Thankfully, took the night off, and it didn’t bother me. Then again, with the ankle shocks, he wasn’t needed to ensure I gave up not only on watching the box but also trying to sleep. I got up at 03:15hrs and rose up like a behemoth… is that the right word? Pondered on what day it was and got my feet down on the floor again as I climbed out of the itch-creating, bruise-giving, catheter-tube-tugging, crumb-decorated from my nocturnal nibblings, God-awfully uncomfortable, cringingly-grotty, no longer working, dirty beige, anti-sleep designed, c1966, second-hand bought for £300, ten-years ago from the Scope charity shop in Sherwood, recliner.

Fare Thee All Well…
Luck’s coming your way,
Yes, I can tell…
If not, have a day that’s swell!

Adios Amigos!

Inchy: Wednesday 28th February 2024

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Terribly up-and-down day today. Alternating seemingly every five-minutes to me, looking back.
But, so busy. Carer Kara helped me sort out the meal ordering. As well as the diabetic course booking.
This period was the most up one of the day.
Electric-like shocks from the ankles came on so often, far more than any other day since they started.
The new day [ouch on the catheter is leaving scars much worse than the old type were. Bleeding f from the fungal lesion is far worse. Plus, Reflux Roger with his blasts of wind coming up, making three carers, Shaquille, Maryham and Kara, all laugh.
Trouble with the Liberty-Global TV.
Watched the Forest vs Man Utd match. It’s a shame they lost; they deserved a draw, at least; the refereeing seemed biased to me… again, against Forest.
The mind blanks/seizures and Electric-like ankle shocks were both persistent today. When asleep, a rarity that… the ankle shocks often wake me up, but when awake and out-of-it, wither they do not strike or wake me up? Conrad’s Confusion reigns.

The Catheter Katie night pouch did not have much in it, and it was far too dark.
Removed it from the day bag. This new style, which I believe is a woman’s version, has a really thick, long tubing. The release valve at the bottom is touching my slippers; it’s that long! When it fills, the weight drops it down even further, making reaching it to release the valve to be emptied, is difficult and painful.

Morning view ahead.
The misty sky.

called on the first call of his day shift.
The lad looked in top form. He gave me some tips on cooking pasta, after sorting the medications out.

A few minutes later, arrived. On a financial help call. Sorted the letters that had arrived. Then handled ordering the Parsley Box order for me.
She checked the bother with the new-type catheter. I’d hoped she call the District Nurses to see if they could be swapped, but don’t know if I asked her not now.
I’m lost when Kara does not call.
Maryham, Marie, Christopher and Shaquille have all helped me this week. Much appreciated, too. But it is only Kara that the bank will talk to on my behalf. She also helped me through the options for the Diabetes Course. Manuel is phoning or calling on Monday; I’ll mention the painful catheter to him.

A nearly full front car park this afternoon.
Sometimes, I miss having a car or motorbike to use. But it was sensible to voluntarily hand in my driving licence when I started getting the seizures. I don’t regret doing this usually, in fact, I’m kind of proud of myself for doing it. The thought that I could kill an innocent person should I drop off while driving was the reason I surrendered the licence. I was thinking of this and had a look at the mobility scooters available.

called. She had a giggle at my revelations and jokes. Did me a lot of good that did!
Kimberly found my jokes funny! Grrreat!.
Diabetic socks were put on, and medications were issued. Safety checks were done.

After an hour or two constantly sat down at the computer, the bag was filling again.
I painfully bent down to get to the release valve, which with the weight of urine, was now on the floor! And noticed afterwards the state of the top of the leg, where the extra-thick (No, I’m not talking about me, Hehe!) and long tube had worn a shape into the leg.
I wiped off the trickles of blood and took this picture of it. I’m hoping Kara can call the District Nurses, or wherever she calls it, to ask them if there is any chance they can swap back to the old shorter ones.

Easy-peasy one today… even I spotted the mistake. Albeit, it took me longer than the 4 seconds.

T.T.F.N.