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Inchy: Saturday 11th November 2023

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Here is a quick rundown on things amiss…
No one has appeared about the telephone and alarm not working. I’m not sure if anyone has been informed yet.
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& are both unhappy and complaining the only way they know how.
was in complete and total control of every one of the . (Three up to now)
I burnt a finger on the oven getting the potatoes out… having left them on all night. Luckily, on the low oven heat setting. I dropped several off the tray, lost my balance, bent down to pick them up and trod on a few. They almost blew up into tiny bits like soot, and the floor had to be cleaned. But the bruise on my head, when I hit it on the cupboard corner is clearing up nicely now.
Pathetically, I was too nervous to get a shower and shave. Due to fear of a tumble, trip or whatever, and having no way of summoning help now the telephone & the alarm systems are down. Most of the s I have, happen in the wet room. Showering or shaving. Tsk! Whimp!
who put the on for me; I thought he had done an excellent job. But the left one came undone, and I all but took a tumble, treading onto the flapping bit with the Teflon. Bloody good job, I didn’t cause I’d be stuck on the floor waiting until the next carer’s call! Phew! Bit of luck there!
made the second call. What a treasure. After mentioning the telephone and alarm problem to the gal, she took the machines to pieces and then rang a number she found for the supplier. Next, she looked at the batteries in each device and put new ones in the telephone, but it still didn’t work, as didn’t the alarm box. Lovely of her to care. I’d be lost without Kara & Joe-Anne. The people she rang said they would investigate the problem. So went the day up until 16:30hrs, and I’m just starting this blog. I fank You!
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04:00hrs: I reluctantly semi-woke-up up and forced myself out of the £300, second-hand, decrepit, Haemorrhoid Harold-testing, sleep-deterring, nauseatingly beige-coloured, not-working, recliner, bent down to take off the . I should have read the signs of foreboding, really, with all my experience of cock-ups and . As I raised my gargantuan bellied mass up onto my poorly damaged legs, the Nocturnal Nibbling signs, gave way, and the broken pieces of the cheese curls bounced from the recliner onto the carpet as my bum and overweighted body involuntarily dropped back onto the chair cushioning, along with the TV remote control  – I have yet to discover where precisely that it landed.
I’d not done yet… oh no!
As I was taking off the pouch, guess what happened? Go on… Alright, I’ll tell yers.
A short but painful began. Enough to cause a against the metal chair wheel. I merely laughed it all off, of course. Removed the pouch and had an unsuccessful search for the TV remote control.

I hobbled into the kitchen, now intent on taking some good photographs through the kitchenette window of the early morning view on offer. As you can see, they were not particularly good.
While putting the kettle on, I realised I had not taken my mobile phone or even.
One of the sticks with me. So I returned to the front room to collect them both. It was a very sensible move to keep the mobile with me at all times while the Help Alarm was not working. I got my, but could I find the mobile phone? No!
How can all this lousy luck happen to me? That was a mammoth, obviously silly question!.
I placed the waste bags into two larger ones near the front door.
Then I started a Sherlock Holmesian investigation into where the TV remote and Nokia phone were hiding from me. Starting with the front room, naturally. An hour or so later, I’d already found the Nokia. It was in plain sight on the ottoman tray, next to the soda and toNokianic bottles, of which I have to drink four litres minimum a day. Theoretically, so as to assist the flow of urine from the infected bladder out into the day or nocturnal pouches. It’s not working. And, nor was my super-modern Nokia 9 Pureview Mobile, with its Android (Pie) updatability, Corning Gorilla Glass 5, Octa-Core Gold CPU, 4K@30fps, 1080p@30fps, HDR video, USB Type-C 3.1, %x12 MP. 28mm Camera, Bluetooth, Fingerprint (under display optical), accelerometer, gyro, proximity, compass, barometer, Li-Po 3320 mAh, non-removable, fast charging 18W, Quick Charge 3.0, USB Power Fast wireless charging 10W – Qi Battery mobile phone when I found it where I first looked for it, in the first place.
The photo gives it away, dunnit? Hehehe!

As with all the visits today, no doubt about it, was ruling the proceedings 100%.
The evacuation performance, I would estimate, took about a minute all in.
The cleaning up afterwards cost me nearly a whole roll of toilet paper and at least fifteen minutes of grafting to clean up each time!

This early morning shot of the balcony windows shows how cold it was today to start with, anyway.

At 09:30hrs, Carer Chris arrived and got me the leg and ankle straps. Issued the medications, had a drinkie, which I insisted upon, and shot off on his rounds.

Odeing then blogging tackled, but it was the usual error-ridden affair for several hours. Think I spent an equal amount of time correcting things.

The sun made it through suddenly, and I hastened to get my and take this shot of the end car park for your perusal. No rain today, as is shown by the lack of the mudslide.

, although I now think it should be spelt Joe-Anne, arrived in good spirits. This is when she kindly did some investigative work on the telephone problem and rang the suppliers to ask for help, for me. ♥

PM Clouds are beautiful!
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An hour later, darker.
Half an hour later, with the sun having a last bash at getting through… Still lovely, though.

I bet you spotted this one?
Easy-peazy! Haha!

Took these as I got the potatoes in the oven.
I did spot something of interest. There seemed
to be a cloud, either rising from the ground or going down to the ground. I took a zoomed shot
Yep. it might be a chimney? I’d love to know. I’ll try to remember to have a look tomorrow.

Better get the nosh prepared now.
Taste-~Rating: 7.3/10.

Washing the pots, I took this late-night shot from the kitchenette window… leaving the hot water tap running to go cold as I did so. I cursed myself a few times and almost spat in disgust at my regular occurring tap-leaving on!

I added this one in the morning. I think I used it before but didn’t get any responses then.
I can recall them all.
Not that I could afford them often, but the Cadbury’s Neopolitan Flat Twenty were my favourites.
Followed by the Punch Bar.

Have a Great Day!

Inchy: Wed 8 Nov 23 Uglethrumdumpling Day!

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I’m so sorry this blog is not up to my usual exacting, scripturally pleasing and entertaining perfect level (Laughter) and short content.
The cold had gotten worse, and many visits ensured that the innards, bowels, coughing, sneezing and possibly the worst. Along with the accompanying lightheadedness after coughing. However, the innards’ gurgling, grumblings, and some uncontrollable mega-belchings kept me and the carers entertained. So it’s not all been bad. He says! Hehe!
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Not much detail; I must get some sleep to help myself recover. But usually, I’m pretty good at getting betterer.
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Nocturnal wee-wee bag a smidgeon darker this morning.

All three waste bags were put in one big one.
I knew I was not very well when I found only two empty Cheesy Curl packets in the bin next to 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.

As per usual, this is a poor morning kitchen view shot.
Ut a while later, I did manage a decent one of the Chestnut Way end car park. The mudslide just forming.

The rain came next.

Turned up. Had a natter as he got the job of getting on the for me.
As he was dishing out the medications, the intercom rang out. It was Nurse Hristina from the DVT Anticoagulation Warfarin Clinic… Gawd, I love her!
She did the , and helped show an easier way of putting the leg straps on. Then, the angel took the blood sample for the INR assessment level checks.
It’s thanks to that she came at all. Yesterday, she phoned the Doctor about the texts telling me I’d missed appointments at the doctor for my INR blood test and to get checked with my Doctor ASAP. Of course, there was no appointment made for me to have missed.
So, Kara and Hristina saved the day. ♥

Spent many hours on the blog and Word file. Nearly as long as I did on the . Hehe!

Carers came and went. Well, did.

Made a brew of Glengettie.
I finally took a decent photo from the kitchenette window when the rain stopped.

Cor Blimey, a half-decent evening shot, too!

Better get some food sorted out, then…
All Done!
Fishless fish-sticks. Anya potatoes, the last of the tomatoes, pickled cooked beetroot, and two bread rolls slathered with Non-Butter butter.
Taste Rating: 8.2/10.
Fell asleep with the tray on my belly and knees!

Arrived, and took off my ankle and leg strappings for me. I forgot to ask him about putting on the , Tsk!

TTFN each!

Inchy: Tue 7 Nov 23: Memory Blank Again!

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I wearily stirred from the broken spells of slumber. Edged my elephantine-bellied body to the edge of the £300 Oxfam charity shop bought second-hand, uncomfortable, wincingly grotty, beige coloured, crumb-covered from my nocturnal nibblings, itch-making,  positively unhealthy & dangerous, no longer operational, virus-breeding, easy-to-fall-out-of, Catheter-tube-trapping, recliner, and took this photo of the . 

Carried out the balance routine, rose gingerly, and into the kitchen with in tow.
Got the waste bags collated and taken to the front door, ready for collection by the kind Carers.

The stomach rumbled and squelched inside.
Off to the wet room I hastened. I was very nervous, thinking that I would not make it in time. However, things did not go to plan. Nothing unusual there, then! Getting the motion started was a long and painful exercise. To mask the pain of forcing things along, I had a go at the crossword book. Then, I counted the cracks in the ceiling and spots of dirt on the floor and mat. Eventually, a grindingly hurtfully slow evacuation began. It took ages and stopped part-way for a moment. I thought something would give inside my rear end, to maybe even split open! The exiting torpedo eventually freed itself with a clunk and splash! Immediately followed by perhaps a gallon or two of stinking, almost liquid follow-up! It was such a pleasure when it finally cleared! I’ll not waffle on too much about these events, just to tell you that three more evacuations during the day and night were all similar. (And the innards are still rumbling) Oh, dearie me!

I thought a mug of Glengettie might settle the tummy, and I made a strong brew and drank it… That did me no good!
Back to the for visit number two.
I’m getting all behind with things already, having to spend so much time cleaning up the Porcelain and myself regularly. Getting miffed off with these strange evacuations.

The tea went cold again.
I went into the kitchen to wash the mug and took pictures of the morning view. Not too bad an effort for me.
In the second photo, at last, I captured a shot of Venus in which you can actually almost see the planet!
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I’d apparently done the updating of the Monday blog. It took a good four hours to achieve this. I say apparently because I cannot recall anything for that period, even who the Carer was called. I had to look at the singing-in register to find out.

Arrived later. I was not entirely with it, and I will have to ask her if anything was decided that I need to do next time she calls. I’m sure she rang someone for me… I think.

I vaguely remember taking these two photographs of the view from the kitchenette.
And thinking about how unique nature is, producing such views of beauty. While tellurians continue eating, bullying, murdering, killing and hating each other.
Just a thought.

I used to take the picture on the right. My being I got the idea to make this photo with the sun out, a little more interesting, and CorelDrawed in an additional graphic on an arm and finger. At the time, I think I had an amusing quip in mind to add to it… but with the attention of , the idea escaped the clutches of my inattentive memory. Most annoying. So, if anyone can think of a funny or suitable quote, please let me know… it might be the one I had and lost? Hahaha!

Challenge No. 2
I took this snap of the TV screen in the evening. A sad, blurry effort. But I thought it might be an idea to see if anyone in the know of British TV shows can identify the character… with the following clues, please.
1) A show recorded in Yorkshire.
2) Character names include Oscar, Greengrass, and Nick (the one in the photo).
3). The photoed character usually wears a uniform
4) A Buddy Holly song, the name of which is the series name, played at the start and finish of the programme.
WHAT WAS IT CALLED?

The Nosh!
Shortcrust pie, tomatoes, a bread roll, Followed by a pot of children’s jelly. Hehe!
The innards burst into like within half an hour! Back with great haste to the again. It was the same performance, be it took even longer to escape this time!

Did the last two calls.
and attaching sorted out.

Lousy night’s sleep again!

Go Forth & Be Happy!

Inchy: Sun 5 Nov 23 Life is a Pseudonym!

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What happens on the 5th of November in England?

On 5th November this year, people across the UK will light bonfires, let off fireworks, and burn effigies of a man named Guy Fawkes. The reason we do this is because it’s the anniversary of the Gunpowder Plot (1605). Also, drunken fights will take place. Cannabis (Marijuana, Pot, and weed will widely be taken. The drug gangs will ensure that the ‘More Virulent’ and costly uppers etc., will be available on the streets. From Glues, gases, and inhalants for the down & outs. Synthetic opioids, pain relievers and anaesthetic-style drugs for the less well-off users. For the average employed yobbo, there will be LSD, Ketamine, Magic Mushrooms, and Methadone stolen from surgeries, addicts and pharmacies. Cocaine, cannabis and ecstasy, along with lethal homemade hooch, to satisfy the better-off students and politicians. The fireworks party will be enjoyed by the scumballs; then, the competing gangs will be battling each other throughout the morning. Last year there were eight knifings and two shootings, one fatal. They will abandon any pool cars, and steal or hijack a fresh one, that will be unknown to the police. A few muggings might round off the evening for them. I went to make a brew. I could see that a bonfire in one garden had spread and set fire to the shed. I took a terribly bad photo of it. I’ll put it on later for you to see.

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05:00hrs: Decent colour to the urine.

I’d been wakened so often overnight with the discomforts. Photo taken as I lay here in the c1966, £300 Oxfam charity shop bought, second-hand, wincingly grotty, beige coloured, crumb-covered from my nocturnal nibblings, itch-making, uncomfortable, positively unhealthy & dangerous, no longer operational, virus-breeding, easy-to-fall-out-of, Catheter-tube-trapping, recliner… coping with the pains as I had done all night from a vicious, obviously upset by something , which covered an even larger part of the back this morning? And as I got up to take the photo, I decided to take an extra Codeine straight away. I’ll ask the carer to rub some Phorpain Gel on my back when she/he arrives.
Here I go again, fighting the pain!

I tried to take a decent shot on the balcony.
I failed again. Fed up with this! Hehe!

Got the waste bin content into a bag.
Did you notice the empty, Cheesy Curl packets?
Only four last night…

Made a brew of Glengettie.

Back to the wet room…

Came as I started on the Saturday post updating. He kindly gave me a good dosing with the
It’s never hurt before to have the gel rubbed in, but did this time. He got the medications sorted, and we had a mini-natter – which consisted mainly of me moaning. Tsk!

Back to the blog duties, and of course…
By the time I got around to putting this on, it was…

The second Carer arrived, I didn’t get her name, but am sure it was Marie, but I’ll not put money on it.

Then a period of determined work on making up some graphics and storing them. CorelDraw was behaving.  Much progress was made over the next four hours or so.
If only the pains would stop, I’d have actually been on the verge of being practically almost, nearly content!

Took this shot from the kitchen window.
It was so Pareidolianiable!
Hahaha!

Got the extremity medicationings done.
Plus, the eye drops, and painful application of the
Med Hydrto .

Made the second mug of tea, permitted.
Four… I say, just four bikkies dunked & eaten!

Putting the above answer on, got me thinking about Nottingham’s old trolleybus service. I dug out this photo below, which I took in 1963.
The row of Standard Vanguard, and Austin Cambridge black & white taxis against Slab Square. The Council House was in the background. The Vauxhall Victor car, on South Parade, and the West Bridgford number 21 bus, in glorious colours, an AEC Regent Five. The 40 Trolleybus, a Karrier, went from Well Road to Wilford Bride the end of Wilford Road, in the Meadows. Behind the Karrier, is a BUT (British United Transport)  trolleybus. BUT was established in 1946 as a joint venture between AEC and Leyland. I actually drove one of these at Sandtoft Trolley Museum years later. This, I think, was the first photo I ever took. Using a camera loaned me by Mr Wright, a neighbour at the time. Who lived with Mrs Wright, his daughter Christine, and Rover, the dog. He worked at the Post Office on King Street. I can remember all these facts without thinking about it… but can I tell you the time and date of the Audio Clinic Appointment, Ropewalk arranged three days ago by my Carer Kara for me? No!

I’m getting absolutely, thoroughly fed up to my two back teeth left, with these visits! Maybe this problem could be part of the reason for the back and stomach pains?

Late afternoon shots from the kitchen.
The one below is of the bottom field in front of the flats.

Arrived and did his thing.
A cheeky lad, but I like him.

Got the blog finished and posted, and made a start on this one. Then prepping the meal, seasoned the soup again, with the traditional extra-boiled potatoes, and added some liquid smoke and sea salt to warm it up for later.
I took these shots of the sky as I washed the cooking pots all bar the saucepan.
This one through the kitchen window, it was raining a bit.
Then the end car park.
The rain stopped for a while and I took this one.

Well, I smell the allure of the aroma from the soup.
Off to get the nosh sorted out.

Well, I was in the kitchen checking the superb-smelling soup and sampling some of the spuds from within and noticed what I believed was a fire in a garden. It looked like a bonfire had spread and a shed was on fire!
I’m not so sure after loading the photo, though.
It came out to be of very poor quality.
I still think I might be right? The smoke from the fire can be seen, and I thought some flames were showing?
What do you think?

Arrived.
He was not a happy laddie. But I tried to cheer him up a smidgeon. I asked him if could ensure that I do not run out of the Phorpain gel while I’m using so much extra now with & both playing up so much. He said Phorpain Gel is not on the NHS prescription list, so he can’t order any. All a mystery to me!  Likely it’s all a part of the Mysteries of Woodthorpe Court, with the hobgoblins, spectres, gnomai, phantasms, ghosts, 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’ll have to ask someone to ring the Surgery for me…
and see if they can out the gel on the regular prescription.

called and whipped of the in no time. Then he fitted the . He gave the
Phorpain gelled a good rubbing into my back for me. He’s getting clever now, and he has learnt to ignore my rambling grumblings and medical complaints altogether. Knowing full well I’d forget that I said them anyway within minutes of mouthing them. Hehehe!

Eventually, I got the meal prepared the saucepan washed, meal was served up.
Taste-Rating: 9.2/10. Nice, very nice!

Mystery Photo. I can’t recall taking this at all, or why?

TTFNski, & all the bestest!

Inchy Today: Tues 31st October 2023 Glum!

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I’m undergoing a lot more daily medical procedures now. After today, I shall have to cut down on the blog content. As much as I like doing them, there is no time to get caught up with them. It’s going to get even more time-consuming shortly. In December, it’s back to the EENT for more Cataract and glaucoma procedures. The leg and ankle strap changes twice a day, relying on the Carers & nurses -being able to attend. To have a shower and shave has to be planned nowadays cause it really does take me two hours per session to get done. So, I have to plan it, if I can, for when the leg and ankle straps are off. Or, it’s a stand-up wash and shave, which can be trickier than sitting on the shower chair, but I mustn’t get strapping wet. The worry over being unable to get the room ready for the coming of the orthopaedic bed gets to me. The Audio Clinic seem to have gone underground. Haha!
No one can get through to them to find out about the three appointments that are supposedly being made for me. My worry there is that they have been made, and on a bad day, I may not have understood what it was in the letter? (Memory Blanks?) Relying on Carer Kara to make sure the arrangements are made for a lift to the QMC for the eyes, and when we find out whether the appointments have been made yet or not, to the Audio Centre on the Ropewalk. No Warfarin INR blood tests were done by the haematology nurse for three weeks, but I have had a message telling me so and to go to the Doctor for a blood test. I’m not sure how they expect me to get there… cause if I could get an appointment, you can guarantee it will clash with one of the other medical appointments! Those that are already made, but no lifts are arranged for them. Plus, for those whom I am waiting to arrive… but cannot get through on the phone to ask the Audio Centre, three Carers have tried for me as well. But without any luck.

The District Nurse has done her best for me today. She suggested it might be easier to move something into the spare (bed) room and put the bed in the main room. Which I thought was a brilliant idea. Then I stand much more chance of hearing the fire alarm and door chimes than in the spare room! The nurse will call Sarah, who refused to order the bed until I got it sorted and cleared out first, which I tried to do. Took a tumble in doing so and got told no bending or lifting is allowed now!
To see if any help is available. I cannot get through to the Age UK number ever. Three carers tried for me, bless them, but they all got cut off. Shaq is not sure if a message he left got through to them for me or not.
Then again, it could be my Cognisant Impairment Iris playing a part in all this confusion?
I’m struggling with things now.

That’s my little chunter over, then.
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I forgot to ask the Carer to put the night pouch on.
Serves me right; look at the blood in that!

Morning view ahead.
Morning view to the left.

First mug of tea – went cold.

Asda order. 5 Not items available
Short-dated on some items.
Ah, nibbles & treats for Inchy!

It’s been raining again, and it still is!

Hello, Inchy is looking pleased?
Yes, the District Nurse arrived. (See intro)
All sorted leg & ankle-wise.

Delivery! Some nocturnal pouches were delivered for me. Thank you!

Specialist Asda ready-broken, already expensive, gone up-in-price bikkies were dunked in Glengettie tea. Note the self-control in not overeating?

Early evening view.

Nosh of the day.
Very nice, too! Slurp, belch!

Carer Marie, Kara and Israel today.
Israel did the last two. Took off the straps,
Painkillers and Peptac were given.
The night bag was attached!

TTFN

Inchy: Tue 24 Oct 2023 Topsy Turvey Today!

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This Moon shot, was taken by Tim Price,
Is more than very nice…
He’s brilliant, camera-wise,
I’ll further extemporise…
He doesn’t need to attitudinise,
To be as good is one of my desires,
His photography does dynamise!
Jealous? Me? I could diphthongise!
Just thought this photo should be diarised!

 Grrreat Shot, Tim!

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I’ll just write about the highlights, and mention about any photos I took. A worry-my-guts-out day!

In the kitchen, all dark and black, and saw some moving lights in the bottom field. I tried to get a decent shot, but it was not to be. Here they are, though.
Can you guess what the lights were?
The green lights were mand torch.
The red light was attached to his little dog’s collar.
What a brilliant idea!

Sorted out the waste bags.


Arrived, and he took off the diabetic socks and put on the leg and ankle straps. He’s getting good at doing this! He listened as I moaned on about all the things not getting done. He kindly rang the chemists for me, to arrange for the Covid jab to be done again.
Tomorrow morning at 09:55hrs. So no sleep again for me tonight. I daren’t, cause this means I have to get up in time to allow myself two hours to get the ablutions and dressed done in time for me to catch the bus into Sherwood. He then rang the Age Concern about the room being cleared. Nothing was arranged, but he said they would get back to me in a week or so and let me know if they can do it and what it is likely to cost me.
Great help, thanks, Benjamin! 👍

Literally!

Surprised that the end car park mudslide was sizeable.

Computing.

arrived. She was doing the domestic as well, now that Denise has departed the job. Nice gal.

The Asda order arrived.
Baking powder, bottles of water, tonic, soda, and some canned soups were unloaded, & put away.Aha, my favourite bikkies, they were on Special Offer!
Some more eye pads for Blepharitis and dry eye conditions. Cleans glasses well, too.

I did notice that the seasoned French Fries were on offer; so much off if you bought two packets. I decided not to, cause I didn’t know if I was even going to like them, so ordered just one packet… Or so my tormented ruled brain thought!
I’d bought four packs!
There was no way these were going to fit into my freezer!
I went through the food and got rid of some short and the out-of-date food, to make room to get things in. I ended up dishing two of the four bags of chips!
It took me ages, and was just about to take the bags to the chute when the District Nurse arrived.
Had a job finding the plasters for covering the wounds, but she did in the end.
Refitted the coverings, and we had a little natter, and, if I recall correctly, a laugh! Lovely!

After about three more hours of computing, the Oligarch’s failures stood at…

called for the evening visit. At the time, I was having a few twitchings and losses of balance. I just hope they clear up before I have to go for the Covid jab in the morning… Plllease! Had a little natter.

The second and last brew of Glengettie.

Getting darker earlier now.
Bootiful view, though.

Number three of the day!

Still computing…

Late evening views.
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Taken from the kitchenette window, from the left to the right… or, maybe it was the right.

Cheers!

Inchy: Thurs 26 Oct 23 – Daytime spent sleeping not awake. Covid arm painful

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My memories of Thursday (Now, Friday morning, and nothing done on this blog yet!), are not too good or comprehensive. Vagueness would be the word to use. 
The Covid-19nd right arm was in agony all day without a break. Even worse, I had to use the sticks in my left hand, the right being too painful to use.
The sleep was broken, and although the early morning memory seemed better, the hours spent sleeping, or I should say trying to, and I spent so many hours throughout the day, because I just could not stay awake. The thoughtstorms or right arm pains ensured that getting any worthwhile rest was impossible. I’m unsure which Carers called, although Carer Maryham (Teatime) was clear enough. I tried using the computer, but it was no good. And got down yet again in the recliner after she’d gone. Carer Benjamin (I think) did the last check. No nocturnal night bags yet for the catheter, which meant I was still unable to get to sleep then. Thought Storms, the arm, and having to get up to empty the small day pouch on the catheter so often... I did take many photos I found on the SD card this morning (Fri); some I have no recall of taking, others, mostly the morning ones, I can recollect. I’ve got to catch up with this blog now. Nothing had been done to it yet, apart from this intro written on the notepad?
Not one of my better days.

These, I took when I got up;
03:00rs: The end car park.
0400hrs:
Terrible photography!

This shot was supposed to be of Venus, the only thing showing in the sky. Another bad effort.
Not surprised, though, by the state I was in.

No idea why!

Ah, I did catch Venus, after all, in a long shot?

Can’t recall taking this one, or when.

Sometime in the day, in one of my frequent waking-ups, I took this one of the end car park mud-slides.
Might have been when a Carer came?

I forced myself out of one of many nodding-off, and back on the computer to reply to a WordPress Prompt. It took me ages, had to search to find the cheesy potato pictures to use in the blog. At this stage, I thought, well, IK struggled but got it done… I think the sleep demands are fading…
But the only thing that faded, was me back into a broken-up, annoyingly waking every few minutes and nodding off again, sleep. (but every bit helps, I reckon)

A massive four hours out of it, with broken patches of sleep, in which I did not leave the c1966, £300 Oxfam charity shop bought, second-hand, wincingly grotty, beige coloured, crumb-covered from my nocturnal nibblings, itch-making, uncomfortable, positively unhealthy & dangerous, no longer operational, virus-breeding, easy-to-fall-out-of, Catheter-tube-trapping, recliner.
I must have known this was coming. I’d moved the jug to empty my into, and half-filled it, despite not drinking any water for so long? This decided me to ask the nurse to request a Permanent Catheter be fitted. The flow into the bag and the amount left in the bladder must be a sign for them to give up punishing me with this Catheter for over a year now. The supposedly monthly removal of everything to give me a chance to wee-wee manually; has only been done thrice in the year it’s been in. Every time they scanned the bladder, the day after removal. the bladder has been a third full after my weeing. And believe me, passing manually the last time, was sheer agony!

Chronically bad night shots.
Blurry…
Blurry.
Blurrier.
Really, really Blurrier!
I am a silly blurrier! HaHa!

Spent another night of nodding, jumping awake in pain, emptying the pouch… and for tonight, coughing to boot!

Am I Worried?

Keep Well, and Have a Great day!

Inchy: Wednesday 25th October 2023 – Covid Jab

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BUSY, BUSY DAY… COR BLIMEY, NOT HALF!

Cock-up forgetting I’d ordered an Iceland delivery, or between 08-10 hours. Appointment at the chemist for 09@55hrs for the Covid Jab… but luckily, the Iceland man came early… Phew!  was back at work. She had a quiet break, she told me. Then, she also rang the Audio Clinic for me without any definitive answer about the appointments. Then she changed the well overdue and fitted both leg and ankle bags for me. I’m so glad she’s back ♥
You wouldn’t believe how much I was fretting without her.
The bus trip to the Covid jab, and the Covid Jab I thought went well. I got some doughnuts for the residents meeting for a drink in the big lounge.
 When one of the ladies kindly asked if the jab went well, I replied: Perfect, didn’t feel the needle at all, no pains afterwards. The arm later on was and still is in agony!  And staying awake is a challenge in itself.
I could do nothing on the blog, for I was suddenly so tired out? So, and trying to catch up on this Thursday morning.
It’ll have to be a quickie, or else, I’ll never get today’s blog started. Mission impossible today. And the arm that I told everyone was name bother… is! Hehehe!

Took this and the one below before the delivery arrived.
Why I took it, I don’t know!

Made a mess of this one too!

The food Arrived.
And what a mess I’d made of the ordered!
I must have ordered six double packs of kitchen rolls? I felt sure I’d ordered only one, or meant to?
The fridge seemed well filled.

Got the paperwork ready in my .
Set out to get to the bus stop. Where I had a great, long, much-missed chin-wag.
The trip down was not too bad. A bloke told me to go one stop further than usual, then I could use the pelican-crossing to get to the chemist.
Since I moved into the flats, this shop has changed named four times as I know of. Just puzzled!

Crossed the road and took this shot down the hill. Then got into the chemists and handed them the COVID-19 details. I espied while waiting, that they had some of the Max Antidiarrhea Capsules on sale. me two packets.

I snapped some of the many closed shops on Mansfield Road in Sherwood.

Up to the bus stop, and had another natter while waiting for it to arrive. At this stage, my arm was no bother at all. I bought some doughnuts from the Co-op to give to the residents with their tea or coffee.

Got back to the flats.
I cheerfully meandered inside Winwood Court, and to the large lobby, and handed the gals the packages.
I popped out the back of the flats to take these two photos.

The backs of Winwood and Woodthorpe Courts.
The backs of Winwood, & Winchester Courts.

Back into the flat, and forgot to take off leg and ankle straps. I am a one!

As I was doing the waste bags, the Covid-used arm kicked off. I was too tried to do anything now as well.

Took off both of the diabetic socks, ankle and lag straps.

Not that I spent much time on the computer, but …

A LOUSY NIGHT!
Sweet Morpheus was unattainable!
I had to keep waking up to check on the day pouch, as the Night Pouches are still unavailable. And if I moved, the right arm gave me some stick in no little degree!.

TTFNski

Inchy: Monday 23rd October 2023

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Not a single left! I’m having to keep waking up and emptying the day bag overnight.
Which will help cure the bladder infection, I’m sure!
Just look at the colour of this morning’s urine!
I’m assuming that they are having trouble getting the pouches. But no one has said anything to me.
But 🎵 It’s not unusual 🎵

With the two big leg & ankle straps for both of the, gallons of water, to keep refilling the , and my nibbles all over the room, the place looks like a smidgen ramshackle!

One of my worst-ever shots of the morning view.
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I think the planet in view, might have been erm… I’ve forgotten the name now. Tim Price in  New Mexico gets some brilliant shots of this planet… was it Venus? Not that you can see it properly in my close-up effort.
You can just about see it in the first shot, very tiny, in the first photo. But I got the shakes on the next one, I’ll try to remember to ask Tim why this happens to me.

My left ankle. No change
My right ankle is much better!
The right leg. Is also looking better!

Morrisons Unisex Protection Pants on today.
Don’t suppose you needed to know that, sorry!

Sister Jane called me on the phone. A good natter, grumps & mutual ailments discussion was enjoyed.

Arrived, and got the leg & ankle straps on for me, no bother!

I was sat-sitting at the computer, with a blank stare on my face and also with a blank mind. I noticed my own reflection on the screen; horrendous it was!
I took two snaps… the first one turned out to be yet another semi-mystery one…
What the heck part of my body, was this above?
Ah, that was me! Hehe!

The Royal Mail delivered the AA batteries that I’d ordered from eBay. It said they were Duracell, but…
they were a Procell Constant brand.

A mug of Thompson’s Punjana tea, in the Jenny-donated China mug. Which was forgotten all about… when arrived. He removed the leg and ankle straps, but of course, he could not attach the , as we’ve run out of the nocturnal bags… yet again.

I took two views of the same area through the balcony windows. Why two? No idea now!

I slow-cooked the redskin potatoes for about 7 hours or so, then sliced them and put them in the oven, to crisp them up. Later, I got an imitation meat pie in the air-fryer.
Overall taste rating: 5/10.

I’d been slightly pea-brained all through today.
Due to worrying about so many things that I have no control over, I suppose. Important to me things, that I just cannot achieve without help!
The fretting and self-condemnationing have undoubtedly made things worse than they were when I woke up.
My confused vagueness of thought did not stop from constantly whittling away at my already minimum confidence. This causes me even more anxiety; It’s not as if I need any more worries, physical or mental hassle, is it? Fears, apprehension and scepticism shadowed by pangs of terrible unfathomable guilt… Or it may be shame. Are enough, no, maybe too much to cope with as it is.

Down Only Seven Times today!

Alla Salute!

Inchy: Fallaciously faulty Friday 21 Oct 2023

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A mishmash of mordant mental malignancy was gone through today. Confusion over metastatic prostate cancer; Why am I still taking the Finasteride.
It was originally told me by the specialist at the Haywood Hospital, that they were for a month’s course. Then the
would be removed for 24 hours, to allow me to try manually peeing. Then a bladder scan would be done to see what’s left in it, not passed. If all is well, the Catheter can be removed. If not, the only course left open is for you to have a permanent one fitted.
This has been done three times now. Every time the bladder was found to be 30% full after weeing.
I’d hoped to be told that I’d be going on the waiting list for the operation on the bladder. There would still be a bad to be controlled of course – but the key factor in this cheering me up was that a tube would go into the bladder via the side of the stomach. Hence: My poor battered and getting cut up and causing so much pain, would hopefully be a memory! But, No! They just replaced the contraption again, and the whole procedure was repeated twice more. Same results not enough passed!
ensured a free run from ensued today. Deepak-Depression, self-criticising, Fed-Upperedness and I have to admit it… to a certain level of self-pity. Which dissipated I
. It seems to make me aware that I am far better off than many people in the world, country, Nottingham, even Sherwood and in these flats where I dwell, with my topsy-turvey, ever-changing moods.

At the moment, typing this, albeit already Sunday afternoon and I’m miles behind with everything; I’m verging on feeling almost, practically contented!
Of course, it won’t last long, but there you go. Had I not been feeling up, the downers would never have arrived… I think I got that wrong somehow?
I’d better get a move on. My photo comments will be a little shorter than usual (Well, we’ll see how it goes). To save me time. A lot to get done today. A lot to forget, lose and do wrong as well.
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A photo missed off of yesterday’s blog.

07:10hrs: Up late again, needing to appease the demands of the bowels. Much firmer products were evacuated!

Waste dogs sorted out.

Making the first of the two mugs of tea allowed me…
However…
So the tea had gone cold! Tsk!

Fodder arrived…
Unpacked the bags…
Plenty of bread!
Fresh foods.
Disappointed with the bananas! See the black strips underneath the stalks? A sure sign of age and mistreatment. All bar one were bruised, uneatable!

Daily medicationalisationings.

The new dressing gown was delivered, just before  arrived.
Just after I’d taken a photo of the gown. It didn’t come out the colour that it actually was. took the camera and tried to get a better shot for me.
He held them up while I tried again.
Better, but not right yet…
Not a lad to be beaten, he took it out on the balcony and got this ace shot taken. That’s the colour!

Spent ages on the blog, and nearly forgot about the emptying. Hehe!

But the flow steadied, and three hours and 2 litres of spring water later, the pouch was nearly empty?

Had to sort through the Asda-Walmart frozen diced potatoes before getting them in the oven.

Took this photo of the getting dark earlier sky as I made the vegetable soup.

Chunky vegetable soup, with plenty of diced, boiled then roasted potatoes. A better job this time. Taste: 8/10.

After dining well, I got the pots all finished washing up.
And I took this snap of the evening view.

Then I dived (not literally of course) into the c1966, £300 Oxfam charity shop bought, second-hand, wincingly grotty, beige coloured, crumb-covered from my nocturnal nibbling, itch-making, uncomfortable, positively unhealthy & dangerous, no longer operational, virus-breeding, easy-to-fall-out-of, Catheter-tube-trapping, recliner. Hope I can get that bed soon from the hospital. I’ll have to beg someone to ring them for me… and hope and pray they can get through this time.

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I dreamt you Won the Lottery…

May the unknown emotions, within, waiting…
To burst forth, with the verifying…
Your coming Lottery win is innervating,
So much, you’ll want it reaffirming!
What’ll you spend it on? I’m just guessing…
A new bathroom for your ablutioning?
Pay for your noisy neighbours assassinating?
Pay off your Auntie to stop her blackmailing?
No need for any more of your burgling!
A holiday in Australia, backpacking?
Go to a health spa, for detoxificating?
Your power bills will be less concerning!
No more fears, or talk about bankrupting!
Or your mental health deteriorating!
Go live somewhere with security gating?
Private Doctors may charge £10 per Aspirin,
Go on, live an idle life that’s high-faulutin’!

Oh, yes, that’s what you have been doing!
Rishi & wife Murty, have been capitalising.
Destroying HMG, the Tories are dying…
But, no need for your sighing...
Positions of power you can be buying?
Purchase a fifteenth home in Pekin?

TTFN