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Inchie: Thursday 18th May 2023

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To be perfectly fair to plainly and obviously agraphia-suffering Poetaster Inchie’s barely readable, distinctly… nay, regularly failed efforts, they are hogwash. Often depraved, pathetic and or bafflingly banal. He can’t blame Dementia Doreen his earlier stuff was crap, too! I think he claims it is his ageing-humour – perhaps!
But today… It’s such a load of rubbish!.
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At this time, 17:00hrs today, I am just starting this writing.
I’ll just mention that the up to now, have been much better. After Wednesday’s performance with them, I was genuinely worried. And now cheerfuller! Please don’t miss the piece on “How I had a ‘Pee’ in my Dressing Gown Pocket”
I Fank You!

I stirred at 04:40hrs (thinking it must be time for the 08:00 Carer to call anytime now) and got the night punch removed from . I often struggle to do this. But it went well this Thursday morning… Always a worry, that is; something going right for me. It’s so unnatural, aberrant and nervous-making! As I hauled my overweight-bellied body from the £300, second-hand shop bought nine years ago, c1966, discomfiting, alarmingly beige-coloured, crumb-containing, TV remote hiding, not working recliner, the need for the arose. Realising how early it was, I decided to get the wash and shavings done after the ‘passing’.

The visit to the wetroom held more interest than usual:
was in full control. I sat sitting there trying to see to read the crossword clues (Wrong glasses on).
It seemed ages before the led-based torpedo was freed.. with more of a thud than a splash. No mess to clean up this time, at least! I whipped off the dressing gown and protection pants. Then wearing only , I went to get my teeth cleaned. But the new toothbrush had done what the old one did and disappeared! I was not too bothered because was playing up. So, I started to get shaved… This was interesting: The task went speedily or seemed to. Ten minutes and six cuts later, I’d got the job done.
This time it was the shaving foam I dropped as I was putting it away. How does everything I seem to drop bounce around and end up behind the WC bowl, hard to see and get at, to retrieve?
As I got the small picker-upperer and bent to get the can,,,
I point in the photo above to the area of the sink that I clouted my forehead against!.
I started sink-washing. Head down. When I got to the delicate area, I took extra care not to catch the tube inserted into Little Inchie… but I did. Hence, the started.
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Was dried off with paper towelling.
The feet, yet again, looked okay, not as swollen.
Then olive-oiled the ears. Germoloided the rear-end
Savloned the area under the hanging stomach.
Tried to Phorpain Gel . But Biot was not worth the pain of trying to get to her, so left it; I’ll ask a Carer.

As I came out and got the fresh dressing gown on, the . The Asda order had arrived.
Dragged the bags and boxes into the kitchenette.
Immediately complained!
At least they had some cheapo cheesy curls and
Caramelised Cookies are in stock this week.
Already in pain, I then had to tackle the water fetching!

I went to the front room and got the buckets that I’d left in there,
Why I did, I don’t know?

Noticed some dabbled spots on the leg?
Arrived. Did the medications, and he applied some Phorpain on for me
Later in the day, , then did the same for me. Been a smidge easier since.
Took photos from the kitchen window.
Then the sky…
A bit glum; it was all day.

Blogging all day.
At noon, a delivery of night bags arrived. ordered them last week for me. Bless her Cotton Socks! Great help, that was!

Blogging, on and on…Mistake-ridden, of course.

Left & right lower legs have new papules & spots!

Grafting away at the blog, starting the Ode, and the knee itched. So, I had a decker at it
Oh, dearie me! Dabbed some aftershave on it…
ARGH!
That stopped it right enough! Hehe!
Cleaned it up, no pain with it.
Just little bloblets appearing.
Gave up on the computer.

“How I Had a ‘Pee’ in My Dressing Gown Pocket”
I got the Borscht soup left over from yesterday (made too much!) and added it to a can of chunky vegetable soup, adding more shredded beetroot, liquid salt and no-meat Oxo cubes.
Opened a can of the cheapo peas, and tipped the contents into the strainer, leaving it to drain before also adding these to the saucepan. (Think I overdid it again tonight?). Got some potato chunks in the oven, and went back to watch the ‘Heartbeat programme. When the first set of commercials came on, I went off to get the peas into the saucepan…

& combined simultaneously on the right arm, and I knocked the peas and colander into the sink. Which:
❶ Fell in the bleach and citric acid-filled bowl…
❷ Peas fell out into the sink, floor & shot all over…
❸ I managed to save some peas before they hit the water…
❹ Which splashed over onto the floor to join some of the peas.
❺ The dressing gown, & my feet were splattered.
❻ I clouted my elbow on the counter as rushed about cleaning.
❼ Got a handful of peas in the pan.
❽ Set off, bending down to clear up.

Stirred the soup, checked on the potatoes in the oven; they needed a good few minutes more and went back to the c1966. charity shop bought, second-hand, wincingly grotty, beige coloured, not working, crumb-covered from the nocturnal nibblings, itch-making, uncomfortable, virus breeding, easy-to-fall-out-of, recliner, to find that ‘Heartbeat was finished. Tsk!
Sneezed, and delved into the dressing gown pocket and found…

❾ One of the peas must have found its way into the pocket during the fiasco in the kitchen? Hahaha! Don’t know why I’m laughing. Off to get the meal made up at last.

Not too bad at all! – Taste-Rating: 7/10.
Went to get the pots washed, taking this shot of the sky
Eerie? But Pareidoliaiable all the same.
As I turned from the window…
I was so annoyed at myself! I’d left the hot tap running, and it was now cold water! Could have used the kettle and saucepan for hot water to wash the pots, but felt so depressed I didn’t.

I went back to the main room and restarted the computer. An Email that set my blood boiling had arrived, and at that moment started giving me some vicious stick. And he has not been a bother for months now, but he was back. He was probably giving , , , and support, in their combined effort to see me off. Not to mention,
, and the others.
The email was from…
I cannot cope with all this.
I need help!.
As with the banking problem.
As with the order on-line problems.
As with hearing & vision problems.
AS WITH .
But I’ve got none.
I am now at a new low ebb!

A resignation, a realisation that things are only going to get worse, brought a sort of ‘Sod-it-ness’ into my mind.
After an initial , I descried the futility of living. Doreen will eventually take full control.
I cannot allow that. No, I will not!

But help is not forthcoming, not even an understanding of my inabilities, patheticness, worries; nor fears.

Nice night shots. about an hour between them.

TTFN

INCHIE: Monday 15th May 2023

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I went from the pits of depression to a totally uncaring sod-it mode.
With rare, but they were there, I must deserve this hell of a life, a type of acceptance; The state & mess I am in mentally and physically have to be considered just rewards! There was a certain peacefulness in this condition.
None of the false highs yet, though (13:58hrs).
Up and down like a jo-jo. But the extremes were all low. Something may occur to lift me.. but then, do I deserve it? As of now, I think not.
The balance is all over the place again; several walls and doorframes have been clipped – which, of course, along with fetching water to refill the W.C. every visit, is ensuring that and are able to be enjoyed. I remembered to ask Carer Richard to rub some Phorpain gel into my back this morning.

I’ll try to ask a later Carer to do the same… if I remember to. I must ask someone to call the Easy-Link for me soon to book me a lift to and back from the .
Sunnier today. Got a bit of in.
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05:30hrs: I stirred into life… very reluctantly! Unpresumptuously, yes! I realised that I’d not put on the night bag attachment as soon as I saw it wasn’t there! Normally something like that would had cursing me, but not this morning. I couldn’t muster up any interest and still wanted to go back to sleep again. I knew it was going to be a bad day.
The need for the , only bought fear of having to risk or , carrying the water from the kitchen to the wet room to refill the broken (but they are coming on the 17th to look at it) plumbing thingamabob.
ruled this session. No bleeding, though; it just cost me agony and ages to get the torpedo out.
Fetching the water brought me back to reality a little. With my balance so bad these last couple of days, I took great care and concentration in the three trips, not to wobble. Doing this with a walking stick and the other hand under the bucket is a work of art!
I felt better about myself when it was all over with.
The feet, legs and toes looked much better today. I even avoided any

Went to get the computer on, noticing my balance was still poor. But why?
I took this poor photo from the computer chair.
I was not yet light, with a little mist, and no signs of rain.

I made an order for Iceland. I promised the Nurses and Carers I’d try to get some more of the alcoholic ‘Slushies for their treats’ As I finished conforming the order… Liberty-Global’s Mr Fries shower struck again!
But, I’ll not insult them, swear about them, nor be jealous that they can pay Fries $26 million wages. Oh, No! It doesn’t bother me in the slightest!

While I was waiting, yet again, for Liberty-Global’s shit service to come back on, I investigated what I could have for my nosh later on. Well, that was the plan. But and however… on my way to the kitchenette… !!! I’m not sure if it was or who caused it – but it was that copped it, and passed it on to me, in no uncertain terms!
It was baddish one this time. I got some gel on where I could reach and took an extra painkiller.

An earlier snap of the view from the kitchenette window.

Made an order for next week with Asda – Walmart. There are still boosting prices!

Pressed on with blogging and got the Sunday one posted.

Then took two pictures of the amazing sky above!
This was undoubtedly the highlight of the day for me.
My few minutes of Pareidoliaing brought me almost joy. I do love finding things in the clouds.
A ghost’s head, a face, and so many more. Love it!

I spent an age figure searching. I think the bad eyesight helps you find them, cause the Carers could not see what I did. Hehehe!
photographicalisation. I had another Well, took two more, The first one I caught the end of the window frame.
Time to get the nosh started.
I’ll make some sliced potatoes and have some white sauce that JAne said is good with spuds.

I’ll be back later… or in the morning to catch up.

Morning Catch-Up Service:

I took this photo of the back of the Winwood Heights front car park, as I got the nosh prepared.
Easy meal, a frozen potato sauce aubergines thingamabob, that was microwaved.
With some sliced and oiled potatoes done in the oven… Oh, and a can of peas.
Got down in the c1966, £300 pound, second-hand charity-shop bought, crumb-containing, odour-retaining, Harold’s Haemorrhoid-testing, nauseatingly beige coloured, non-operative, electric virus-breeding recliner.
Flavour-Rating: 6/10. Got the goggle-box on to watch ‘Heartbeat’, and feasted!

Went to do the washing up, and the sky was again beautiful.

The top photo prompted my love of pareidoliaising. I could see a creature, with an open mouth, bulging eyeballs, nose and arms or fins, seemingly attacking the black cloud?
When I moved from the camera lens, I could not see it.
Then move in a bit, and zoomed, in to take a shot of the black cloud. With its eyes and nose?
Back to the aged, grotty-looking c1966 made, charity-shop-bought, horribly beige-coloured, £300, Harold’s Haemorrhoid-testing, non-operational, acne-giving, virus-breeding, rickety, easy-to-fall-out-of recliner.
The Carer arrived and medicated me. Then back to the TV… Zzz!

Woke up, and had a temporary moment. I was sure I could smell something burning. I fumbled my way out of the recliner, grabbed the four-pronged Metal Mickey, and adopted a Sherlockian Status to investigate the cause of the smell of burning… But nothing was discovered? Checked all the rooms, but could not see or smell signs of any conflagration.

CAUGHT THE SUNSET!

I opened the kitchen window. There were a few spots of rain falling.
Took the first three pictures.

I turned to get a drink of water from the fridge, and.. gave way, and I tumbled forwards, clouting my chest on the edge of the cupboard.
As would be expected from a man of my calibre, I laughed it off. Got the spring water, stopped crying and got on with the last bit of my sunset photographicalisationing.

Saying farewell to the sun as it disappeared.

Another settling into the £300, second-hand, most uncomfortable, decrepit, Haemorrhoid Harold-testing, creaking, sleep-deterring, nauseatingly beige-coloured, not-working, recliner.

For once, I was in the land of nod straight away.
The thought storms were not so proliferating.
And the shooting awakes were far less frequent tonight.
I managed a good five hours of not-so-broken sleep. Nice!.

Fare Thee All Well!

Inchie: Sunday 15th May 2023 (2)

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DOREEN DEMENTIA RULES!

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

TTFN.

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

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

Undoubtedly foggy out there this morning.

Spuds in the crock-pot.

Peas in the saucepan.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Back in the c1966. charity shop bought, second-hand, wincingly grotty, beige coloured, not working, crumb-covered from the nocturnal nibblings, itch-making, uncomfortable, virus breeding, easy-to-fall-out-of, recliner.

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

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

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

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Bootiful!

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

Adieu – All the bestest to You!

Inchie: Saturday 13th May 2023

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

LIFE, IS JUST A BOWL OF CHERRIES…

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

Inchie: Friday 12th May 2023

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

Photo Prompting:

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

An early morning mystery photo here?

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

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

Yet Again!

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

visited.

set off carrying the water.

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

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

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

Grrr, Gnash…

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

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

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

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

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

Got the nosh sorted.

Back in the morning… He says!

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

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

Sweet Dreams!

Inchie: Thursday 11th May 2023:

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

Plates looking okay?

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

Morning Gloom.

W.C. Water-Tank Refill Station

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

Afternoon Gloom

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

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

Followed by…
Vegan ice cream with Raspberry Juice
Lovely!

A Quick Run Down

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

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

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

TTFNski

Inchie Wednesday 10th May 2023

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

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

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

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

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

Back to blogging, and…

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

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

Wheels within wheels?

Clouds chasing clouds?

Then the rain came!

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

The darkness develops?

From the balcony!

Hello, it’s drizzling again.

End car park from the balcony.
Through the window.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The evening Carer arrived. Sorted the meds out.

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

Got this far – Worra struggle!

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

Inchie: Tuesday 9th May 2023.

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COST LIVING

Annoyed, I called British Gas but floundered!.

I had to pay the bill; I got flustered…

Instead of being bold, I sort of simpered,

I wanted to say oligarchs should be neutered!

I muttered, and I stuttered…

He surely thought me deluded?

By asking that the overcharges be refunded…

And I cannot help being retarded!

My words were not being heeded!

“I’m not ribald or rantipoled!”

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

“Your bills are beyond my threshold….”

With debts, I am now being circumvolved

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

Can we not settle this… get it resolved?”

“My bank balance is all but dissolved!”

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

Is that the word, or have I gerunded?

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

I apologised, but he wouldn’t be consoled…

We proletariats are getting frampold!

Seems we are both suffering & confounded?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I came out of it, and I was sat in the c1966 charity shop bought, second-hand, wincingly grotty, beige coloured, not working, crumb-covered from the nocturnal nibblings, itch-making, uncomfortable, virus breeding, easy-to-fall-out-of, recliner.
Unsure of anything, my mind was filled with fear that I may have left the stove heat to tap running. I hastened to the kitchenette…
The hot water tap had run cold, but there was no plug in the sink. Phew!
Butt here was the oven tray soaking in there.
I got them and the pots washed.
I sat briefly, feeling somewhat confused and indifferent to everything.
Hard to find the words… Most likely something inspired by Doreen’s Dementia.

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

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

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

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

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

Feet after the stubble, tumble & mangling. Haha!

SKY SHOTS

GORGEOUS MOTHER NATURE!

TTFNski

Inchie: Monday 1st May 2023

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

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

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

Healthier-looking pins today?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Would you believe it – , , , barely believable…

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

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

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

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

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

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

The Meal Was Served

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

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

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

Their Trustpilot Rating is no surprise!
This made me check on BT…
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Blimey, an alternative load of crap!

Things could be worse I may have caught pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis!

Inchie>: Sunday 30th April 2023

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Hallucinatory Moments…
Scatterbrained-Gullibility…
Susceptible-Cluelessness…
& Unrelenting Amnesia…
Tranquil & Apathetic, too!

This will not do! I am a natural-born worrywart, an over-thinker.
A neurotic-fusspot, a pessimist of the highest order.
Today, I’ve been almost nonchalant about my problems & worries? absent-minded, addlepated, muddleheaded, slaphappy…that is not unusual as
Tom Jones sang. But with added long moments of feeling vague, faraway, which bemused me! I felt I ought to be feeling harassed, annoyed, frustrated, disappointed, discontented, and even exasperated!
But no! Amidst the serious issues that should have been getting to me, I found myself singing Cliff Richard songs to myself?
Things were highlighted when I got a phone call on a Saturday of all days; oh, no, it’s Sunday, even more surprising, from the hospital telling me my name has gone down on the waiting list for the cataract operation. No one told me it had been taken off the list? Obviously, she said smugly, you will go to the back of the waiting list? But was I bothered? No!
I think I told her it would be understandable to get younger people done cause they have years to live and will need their eyesight more than I do.
I puzzled myself with that at first. But it’s right, innit?
Then my not seen for months on end friend, Jillie, phoned me. She’s coming to see me next week. Splendid! Anyway, the moments of weirdness reverted to worry-bucketing, over-self-analysing and disparaging about 20:30hrs. Suddenly I’m back to the sour, dour self frame of mind again.
At first this morning, I felt being so carefree was so unnatural to me.
Now, I wish I could go back into it again.
I can’t win, can I?

For the first ten hours since wakefulness arrived, I fear the now much-missed ‘Out-of-it’ period continued. No notes were taken down, very few photographs were taken, and even fewer were remembered. I’ll do my bestest with what I can recall and what few piccies that I apparently took – well, they were on the SD card.

The red knee, in the grip of .
Wee-wee a little darker.

The feet looked a lot better!
Only two visits up till now. (21:05hrs).

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Early views.

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Later shots…
Taken in two different modes.
Oddly, I can’t recall which.

The latest shot of the refitting & building.

No chance of any sunset tonight.
Still Bootiful.

Struggled with the computer again.
♥ Got a call from Jillie! ♥.
Bless her; she’s going to call on me next week!

Hurrah! The meal photo made its way onto the SD card!

Note the two American doughnuts on
the gold paper plate? Nice!.
I ate the lot!
Taste Rating: 7.2/10.

Emptying the day bag, and the urine was not a good colour!

SWEET MORPHEUS
Talk about resistance! It must have been four hours before I nodded of. Then, the Dreamt Thought Storms attacked.
Revenge for my earlier hours of the Couldn’t-Care-Less mood.
Three hours later, I was up and doing the fearful at times . Things got a little messy!
I was full of fear and dread.
But no idea why?