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Inchcock Today: Friday 21st October 2022

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Last night, I had just got to sleep, and 20 minutes later, I shot awake in some pain, with, of all things, agony with the Covid Booster arm. Followed seconds later by ... Hang on, I think I put this in the Thursday blog?
Anyway, it put an end to getting any sleep. I wanted to get on with blogging, but I could sit there in the  £300, second-hand, c1968, cringingly-beige-coloured, not-working, rickety, incommodious, grotty recliner, stewing in my thoughts, and I admit it, self-pity. I walloped some extra Codeine 30g down and took a dollop of Pentax in vain hopes of easing , but she didn’t have it. Why did I go 12 hours after getting the injection with no signs of discomfort? Then when I finally get to sleep 20 minutes later, this happens?

I did muster enough interest to take these three poor shots of the view from the kitchen window.

There was no way I could muster the interest to try and update the blog… which is not me! Out of desperation, I put on a Sherlock Holmes DVD. But, the interest was not there.

Nine hours later, blasted from the doorbell. It was a very tired-looking Carer Jodie who came in. Tired as she was, she listened to my tales of Woe regarding the Covid jab and giving me trouble. I sorted some treats out in thanks. Bless her!

The arm is not getting any easier yet… but has eased off a bit. When Jodie’d gone, I pulled myself together a bit. And decided to get make a start on the
The blood pressure had gone up a smidge into the Hypertension 1+ area.
I got a little interest coming back now, and I changed the colouring on the Inchcock graphic. and the head photo too.

What did I say a few minutes ago? About ? She’s kicking off again with venom. Naughty ! I really must stop showing signs of hope and thoughts of improvement and shut my cake-hole

The Body temperature was still low. Why? I don’t know.
When I went on the NHS grading and recording site, I decided to do a few extra days’ worths. To give a better picture of how things were going these last few weeks.
There seems to be more in the amber this last fortnight?

All to the good, methinks.

I set to do the updating of the Thursday blog. Not a lot to put on it, mind you.
But I still made plenty of grammatical errors in doing it and getting it posted to WordPress. I’m good at that!
As I was making a start on this post. You would believe how much worse turned.
No concentration now, so I tried to make a meal. But was unsure if could eat it. In a pickle mentally here! I’ll make a smaller meal. But it turned out a bit of a chore this time. The Asda Parmentier, as usual, varied in size so much there was no chance of baking them from the carton, and the larger ones had to be quartered, so they were all about the same size for cooking. So I got the chopping board and sharp knife out.

Rang out, and I went to investigate. It was an Amazon delivery. Two items this time.

A bag of kitchen towels, a big one as well.Slightly smaller towels, but handy for the nose-blowing and rectifications of any , and/ or blood escapages. Not a lot of people know that! Haha!                                                  And two of the electricity box openers, cheap as well, they were. £2.50 for the pair. Looking at them, one can see why they were seemingly such good value. Hehehe!

With perfect timing, what I call ‘s ‘Stop-Me-Sensing’ with the finger ends, which resulted in two little cuts in the finger, and the loss of many of the potatoes when the nerves were not telling the brain I wanted to touch or grab anything. In this case, the potatoes to cut! I was silly to carry on with it, really. Cause I know this usually lasts for a few minutes at most. But, no, stubborn me made such a mess that needed cleaning up, blood, spuds on the floor and a knocked-over oven tray… which cost me ten times as long as it would have if I’d just waited! I think (I do that occasionally, you know!) it may be a part of my pointless resistance to having Peripheral Neuropathy? Does that make sense?

About three hours after putting the meal in the oven, it took that long I had to reheat the potatoes in the microwave oven as I cooked the Frikadellens! Served it up and added the tomatoes and naughty pot of lemon yoghourt. It was an even smaller meal than I had planned; due to the PN-inspired dropping of about a third of the cooked potatoes on the floor.

Despite all the malarkey in getting it cooked and the wee-wees going on a six-count flourish of visits to the NWWB (Nocturnal-Wee-Wee-Bucket) with plenty of PMD (Post-Micturition-Dribble) while I was supposed to eating it; I enjoyed it although it was colder than planned, there was less of it due to the many and multiple , so not as cold as it would have been, had I had a proper plateful… I’m getting confused here.

Chloe arrived. Advised her on the change in medications, which was prompted by my being given only one of the Lansoprozole capsules. With the agony of all the Angina attacks and getting the Doctor to listen to me, she doubled the dosage. No one had told Chloe. I’d written on the box in pen x2 now new dose. But obviously, she did not see it. I’ll have to speak to Richard on Monday; he is the one monitoring the medications. I got two boxes of Lansoprozole this month. so that’s good. Now I must let Meridian know about the two changes in doses. Cause the carers don’t all know. Not their fault. But I do not want to miss or have half of the Lansoprozoles while Anne Gyna is playing up so bad. Gave Sam a choice of treats, thanked her, and got ready to do battle with Sweet Morpheus again. Will he let me sleep tonight? I pray!

Inchcock Today: Tuesday 18th October 2022

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I was deep in the Land-of-Nod; burst forth from the door chime, I wriggled with embarrassment in the £300, bought eight years ago from the second-hand shop, Harold Haemorrhoid testing, repugnantly beige-coloured, bleak, crumb-containing, virus-breeding, acne-giving, rickety, none-working recliner0 Realising I had not unlocked the door, I rose up onto my feet, a little too quickly and, fell back down into the recliner, and poor old paid the price, as they started to trickle out warm blood into the Protection Pants. I was well pleased I had them on!
Even poorer, Car Richard has to wait so long for me to get to the door (Sorting the piles and new pants on); I thought he might ask me if he could have a shave. Hahaha! He’d waited that long to get in!

Things were hectic, and so much going wrong; I didn’t even start this blog until Wednesday. The many problems start here, but will be in the short form to save time, else I’ve never gotten around to doing today’s blogs started either!

Richard seemed in and out quickly today, but of course, I was and got more confused as the day went on. Humph!
After Richard had gone (A lot of writhing on the memory pad about Richards’s visit, but was unreadable).
Got the Health Checks done.
, and got dressed, mostly in a haze. I found a few later on.
Mug of tea and started the Ode for Tuesday. (Which, I’ve only just finished 05:00hrs Wednesday Morning!!!

The doctor phoned: Told her of the Paramedics and the Gyna. Lansoprozole Capsule to be increased straight away, 15 to 30ml. She told me to call the Surgery reception and book a Face to Face meeting regarding the results of the Severe Frailty Test. It sounded like an order from Hitler and had a tinge of a threat in it? Hahaha! The problem now; is to get hold of ILC (Independent Living Coordinator), Oberstgrüppenfuhreress, Warden and Primo Ballerina, Warden Deana, to ask for help phoning. Also, is the left arranged for the Covid booster jab?

So, I rang Deana to ask about the lift first, and hose said she’ll ring Easy-Lift… is that their name?
To ring me back, must remember to ask her to call the wack to make a face-to-face meeting.

I took the photos on the left here while making a brew of Thompson’s Punjana tea.
A lot of vehicles parked up this morning.

I have a bit of a possible Memory Blank here. What bit of writing there is on the notepad is ridiculously deciphered, scrawled and unintelligible.

I vaguely recall going to the Porcelain Throne for a second time, but have no idea; how things went.

The next thing readable on the memory prompt pad was that the intercom flashed
It was the Asda food order that had arrived.
Five substitutions; one was sent back, Chicken sauce for BBQ?
Most of Richard’s treats had arrived.
Beef in black bean sauce.
An eight-pack of tangy Cumberland sausages. Glad I got the belly pork for Richard; I know he said how much he liked them, hope I got the right flavour.
The Lemon Soya desserts look interesting; they have a long date on them, so I’ll eat the vegan lemon yoghourts first.
The new 7-Mediterranean Vegetable sauce with basil came, but I have doubts about my decision to try this one. Just a feeling that I’ll not like it?
Had to make do with BBQ sauces of brands substituted that I’ve never tried as well.
A feeling I’ve eased my money here!

The bag of small potatoes didn’t look too fresh.
I’ll try them tomorrow, all being well. But I’ve my doubts over how fresh they are and will last? I’ll ask Richards, if he comes, to check the dates for me.

Got the things stored away in the fridge and cupboards. Drank the cold tea.

And meandered into the balcony to take a snap of the end car park again.

Wowser! The spiders from somewhere had been busy.
I took a close-up view of the car park. Three vehicles, one parked perfectly and two not so perfectly. Hehe!

Then, I foolishly took out the SD card from the Lumix camera and put it in the reader to download later.

I took the mug to be washed. I’d left the window open, and I must have had 40 or 50 meat flies of varying sizes in the kitchen Heck of a time-consuming effort to get rid of them!

ILC (Independent Living Coordinator), Oberstgrüppenfuhreress, Warden and Primo Ballerina, just married Warden Deana phoned to say she had arranged the lift for the Covid booster on the 20th, and the Diabetes Riverside for the 28th, Bless her cotton socks. I asked if she could also call the Quack for a Face to Face meeting for the results of the Frailty Assessment on the 24th. She kindly said she would come up later.

Then, my bugbear, as it is to thousands of other idiots who unknowingly joined Virgin Media: Before Liberty-Global, led by the smoke & mirrors, number-crunching, blurring of facts & figures, hocus-pocus, nod & a wink, mumbo-jumbo, misleading $23.6m a year, plus bonuses and an expense account salaried Mike Fries bought-out Virgin Media. And has done such a clinically-perfect job of destroying the previously good reputation of the company by proving does not have the know-how or qualities to get a signal to Nottingham for a whole day! In fact, LIBERTY-Global Virgin Media goes down diurnally! Today three times, for a total of approximately four & a half hours! Sad, pathetic! But of course, I believe there is a larger reason for this miserable performance. Chicanery, double-speaking and thaumaturgy-practising financial manipulators such as Fries is bound to have another plan that will make even more money for Liberty-Global. That is, if Virgin Media last long enough. Or maybe that’s part of his underhand scheme and design for them to go bankrupt?

ILC (Independent Living Coordinator)  Oberstgrüppenfuhreress, Warden and  Primo Ballerina, Warden Deana, and ILC (Independent Living Coordinator) Generaloberstess, Ice skating champion florist and Warden Julie arrived. Without their help, I’d be in the right pickle & mess! ♥

Sinead arrived; I was half asleep at the time after having to close down the computer after Mr Fries’s inability to get a signal through to Nottingham again shone miserably through… I’d nodded off! She is a lovely gal who always cheers me up when she comes. We had a natter and laugh about nothing and everything. I insisted on nibble giving, in thanks. Sinead took the waste bags with her when she left. I do appreciate a few minutes to chinwag and laugh with the carers, you know. But I can do I not push it. Went to get a meal started, and I took this rather decent snap of the evening view.

Aha! I got the meal cooked, but not without an of sorts, and a realisation that the Asda brown cobs were unbelievably crap!
The thing that pee’d me off most, though, was when I put the NoMeat meat slices in the oven, I thought, “Ah, that’s an idea; I’ll spray some olive oil onto them as I put them in the oven.”
Not a good idea; I discovered it too late! When it came to taking out the NoMeat slices, they had seemingly welded and concreted into the oven tray! There followed a series of & , what literally amazed even me; and I’m the famously unlucky one, but I was amazed at how many came within minutes of each other!

â‘  I burnt several finger ends chiselling out the NoMeat from the reluctant-to-let-them-go tray.
â‘¡ Put the tray in the sink to soak and realised that the black coating on the tray had lost lumps of whatever it was painted on them. I thought I was rather cunning here and put the slices; well, they were bits by then in the microwave to keep warm. It took me ages to get the bits of black stuff off of them. Still, a !
â‘¢ Wrapped up the burnt-up, misshaped tray in a few bags and put them in a big waste bag to go down the chute in the morning. As I turned back towards the sink… It only lasted a few seconds, but was enough to have me over!
â‘£ I’d learnt from past tumbles in the kitchen that by far the easiest… no, least painful way to get back up is using the front of the sink with both hands and hauling myself back onto my feet that way. So I did!
⑤ However, as I struggled to heave the body mass up, the left hand slipped and went into the sink with the dirty water, bleach and soda in it I’d used to try and clean the tray with. If you know anyone who would like a partly-disintegrated pyjama top or bleach-shredded bottoms, let me know, please. !
â‘¥ I ditched the pyjamas, wrapped them up in two bags, and then into a larger one to go to the chute in the morning. Humph! Reset the timer on the microwave that was keeping the slices warm; they looked passable on this check.
⑦ As I was changing into new PPs, I smelt something not right… I’d left the beans on the heat in a saucepan!
⑧ Into the kitchen and added some citric acid to the beans, with some passata, crenellated, and stirred the beans to break them up. Burning the same two fingers that I burnt in the oven tray! Cleaned and applied some Germolene.
⑨ I managed to salvage some of the beans and sauce. But had to add another small can and mixed them in. Got the meal served up, and it didn’t look too bad. I thought I’d done a decent job of rescuing things…


â‘© Until it came to eating it. Instantly, at the fork spoonful of the beans – I’ve never tasted anything so foul in a long time!; Then, kicked off, quickly followed by .

I think some bleach might have found its way into the brown cobs as well!

I put the meal into a small bag, then a stronger blue one, and then in a black bag to go down to the chute in the morning. The morning Carer is going to get a shock, Hehehe!

As I checked the kitchen to make sure the taps and oven were not left on, the sink and floor had been cleaned up, and the window was shut too!

I got down into the c1968 recliner, in need of rest, if not sleep!
But, no! was showing no signs of allowing me to nod off!
Turned on the . I suppose because of the calamity with the meal, I had no option but to respond each time by worrying about things like, ‘Did I check the wet room sink?’
‘Is the oven turned off?’. ‘Did I take the Peptac?’ Where did I put the camera?’ ‘Did I close the balcony windows?’ ‘What day & time is the Booster for?’ What’s that noise I can hear?’ ‘Did I leave the heater on in the wet room?… on and on they flowed, and I meekly checked for whatever the concern was every time one came to me.
Not only did I tire myself out with my tramping into every room in the flat and back to the £300, second-hand, musty, Haemorrhoid Harold testing, cringingly beige, crumb-covered, not-working, rickety recliner. Constantly for what seemed ages. But in the process, I got a , and walked into the doorframe, setting off!
It reminded me that I’d mentioned to the Doctor on the phone about all this malarkey. I’m glad I did but did she listen? She said not a word about it when I mentioned it to her.
Then the arrived. At least for a while, I stopped getting up to check on things. How the mind seeks out so easily the slightest things that you have any concerns over is distressing. Well, the fact that one can’t stop them is more annoying!
Then, another arrived in the brain… ‘Did I lock the door?’. So off again to check… I hadn’t, as it happens – so I did! 

On the way back to the recliner, I espied a late night sky I thought worthy of photographicalisationing. So, I did.

The Lumix was in auto-mode as I took the picture. It made the photo much more bright and light than it looked to my eyes.
Back into the recliner, brain-drained and so tired-out. However, the had at last departed… Now my mission was to get to sleep before the ing started again!

Which I did, Hurrah!

Inchcock: Saturday 15th October 2022

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I was up out of the second-hand, £300, charity shop bought, crumb-retaining, microorganism-microbe producing, gungy, moth-eaten, beige-coloured, non-working, incommodious, Haemorrhoid Harold testing, c1968 recliner on my feet, by 03:30hrs.
But the mind was so confused. I could remember the night before how well I felt in body and mind as well. It was as if a different person had woken up? Paramount in my head was being so far behind with my blogging. And apart from when the Carers called, I spent the next 16 hours trying to get caught up with it. But, it was a failed mission I’d given myself. Mainly due to my making cock-up after cock-up with trying to rush the job.
and made (that I know of, at least).

â‘  Using CorelDraw to put some word info re the Ode. The CorelDawr progamme froze. I had to lose the progress I’d made. Turn the computer off, also losing the Ode I’d just written!
â‘¡ Rebooted the computer, and some autosaved was available for the last used page. Opened it, and there were some bits of use on it. Then I had to save this one in a new name. Then find and delete the old one.
â‘¢ Then I got the Health Checks done. Copied the results on the NHS site and saved some graphics I could use to make up the finished product. But, No! The dam blasted Liberty-Global Virgin Media went down in the middle of it! How I hate that man, know-all Fries! Considering the salary he gets, he can’t even get his internet to work!
⑤ I had to wait for ages for the signal to return, then it was so slow!
â‘¥ I’d forgotten where I was when it came back on!
⑦ I made even more mistakes by getting all agitated and hateful of Fries.
⑧ Then, in the middle of mind-blank trying to sort things out, The kicked of with his tap-tapping and knock-knocking!
⑨ I’m afraid this was too much for me… Every knock he gave was returned by my trying to copy the noise with my Wooden-Wally Walking Stick against the top of the high bookcase. I’m not proud of this – but at the time, I even shouted out as loud as I could, “You Noisy *astard!” He gave me some more hassle later – which got the same response – but not the naughty language.

Not the best start to a day at all!

That’s all apart from the few things below that were not involved with getting on with the blog and making even more errors in it. I was fixated on getting it caught up with.

Genuinely worried about my lack of concern at the same time. As I said, it was like someone else ruling my mind.
At around 2150hrs, I still hadn’t done any ablutions or even changed out of my jammie bottoms. What’s going off

Here is a quick rundown of the day’s non-blogging events;

Carer Sam arrived. Can’t recall too much of it, but I’m sure I must have mentioned how I felt. Had a Snowball as a treat in thanks. ♥

I got the finished eventually.

The days’ events took the shine off of the results. I was actually down in the amber!!!

Checks were done on the taps and fridge/freezer doors. Heaters and stove not being left on.

The late morning mist was lingering a little.
I took these snaps of the view that seemed to look more like an artist’s watercolour effort than a photograph to me.

.Aha, sa trip to the Porcelain Throne was called for. After eight bloodless evacuations, it had to happen. Especially today… let’s cram some other Accifauxpas on the lad. ‘Humph!’
More blood from poor old than for ages. An almost grey-coloured torpedo slowly, bloodily and painfully escaped.

Many hours later, when I got around to putting the above snaps on, I found this photo on the SD card. I reckon I must have taken it when setting the Lumix before taking the two earlier photographs. An unintentional selfie of decent quality?

Then I also discovered the one below, of the car parking on Chestnut Way.
I can’t recall taking this one at the moment, though?.

Evening Carer Charley arrived, her usual cheery self.
I was getting the stuff out for a meal… this was at 19:05hrs. We had a natter and laugh for a minute when she’d done the medications giving. Cheeky-Charley selected a can of WooWoo and a choccy bar in thanks. ♥

At long last, around 2I:40hrs, I got the chilli meal sorted.
Chilli, beans send 7- Roast smoked vegetable sauce added, and a pot of instant mash. Two out-of-the-oven part-baked rolls that went down well; and helped me to mop up the delicious, if a bit strong for me, chilli.
Sweet Morpheus was resistant again. Cragknangles!
TTFN all.

Inchcock: Tuesday 11th October 2022

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35:30hrs: I gave up trying to get any sleep. Disentangled my blubbery body from the c1968, £300 pound, second-hand charity-shop bought, crumb-containing, odour-retaining, Haemorrhoid-testing, nauseatingly beige coloured, non-working, virus-breeding recliner.
Off to the wet room for a wee-wee, initially, but it turned out to be, yet again, a long, drawn-out session.
I’d got the wrong glasses on, so there was no counting the cracks in the ceiling tiles this morning.
A proper, painful one, dead on the flipping right foot’s . Argh-Ugglethump!
It’s now 6½hrs later, and it’s still tender. Humph!

Arrived, and he seemed in decent spirits, although his yawning and talking had returned. Odds are the lad will be well-knackered by tomorrow! We had a little chin-wag after he’s done the medications. He shot off smartly, bidding me farewell, taking the black bag to the chute.

Started earlier with his clumping and tapping. ON and off all say. (As of 13:30hrs)

Lap-Top Dancer Warden Deana to the rescue again!

I rang ILC (Independent Living Coordinator). Obergruppenfhüreress and Lap-Top Dancer/Desk-top dancer Warden Deans. I’ve been trying many times on Monday to catch her. But the gal is so hectically busy, I don’t know how she manages with all of the tenants needing help. I got through this time; her tone of voice immediately indicated she was up to the neck in it again to me. Bless her; she’s an important meeting to get through today; if she gets free in time, she’ll try to get to me. I did mention the Easy-Link booking for Friday and the new times and that I needed help with filling in a form that I just cannot read; the print is that small. Still, there are a few things of the miniature size I’ve had to live with. Hahaha! Hard to believe, but I forgot to ask her to ring the Doctor’s for me. To book an appointment or talk to the Doctor on the phone (which is most likely nowadays). Of course, they often cancel or move the day and timing,

I took this snap from the kitchen window.

And the Asda order arrived…
Grated Leicester cheese, potato Rosti, fresh leeks and spuds, and another bag of just leeks. Then:

I ordered some more of the take-your-breath-away and burn-your-tonsils Salt & Pepper chips – my mistake! The sliced spuds looked okay. A can of chilli con carnie for Josie’s on Sunday, and a Mexican bean chilli for me, which I may regret when I have it. Hehehe!
Naughty mini-packets of Jacobs Leicester Cheese and BBQ flavour.

.Minutes afterwards, the Amazon man cometh.
Bearing two boxes of goodies.
The bacon-flavoured bits. To go in the rice of chilis.
And the Duracell hearing-aid batteries. The sticky tabs on these made it a breeze to fit them into the aids. They cost a lot more but are worth it.

Then as I was getting the hearing aids in, along came ILC (Independent Living Coordinator), Oberstgrüppenfuhreress, Warden and Primo Ballerina, Warden Deana. She looked a little stressed. But I soon had leer smiling and laughing. She filled in the questionnaire for me and said she’d post it as well, bless her cotton socks. Then she called the Doctor for me to make a telephone appointment. I got one for Tuesday the 18th of October: in a week’s time. So, another week of agony with Anne Gyna to put up with. If it starts getting any worse, I may phone 111 and ask for advice.
Deana told me she had arranged for the lift to the Diabetes meeting for Friday at 10:30hrs, returning at 13:30hrs. She is good to me! ♥ I gave her the spice potatoes and the bag of prepared leeks. And a jar of the Dolmio 7-Vegetable sauce to have with the vegetables. Tickled-pink with them, she was.

Off she trotted, and within minutes, I was tackled pink – I’d got into the WordPress Reader at last! So I dived in for a good read of the other folks’ blogs I’d missed so much. Dozens of them to get through, but I like it!

A mug of tea, and I got something to eat. Just as started to kick off again… Grrr!

For the Asda (Walmart) Parmentier potatoes, I had to cut some of the larger pieces so that they all cooked at the same time. The veggie-burger I could fo in the microwave while I got the potatoes out and 7-roasted-veg sauce added; the mini-burger takes just a minute.+
I got the spuds in the oven. I had 25-minutes while they cooked. Do put the TV on and got sat down: This could have proved fatal meal-wise!

Waking up with a jerk and jumped 40 minutes later, and could smell the aroma of the sauce in this room! I suppose there was a mini adopted. The brain was talking to me, anticipating a burnt offering in the oven, and a slight annoyance at myself…

But things turned out great. I must remember this next time I get some of these spuds from Asda. Give them 40-minutes to cook, not the recommended 35-minutes on the label.
They were delicious! Taste-Rating: 9/10!

Arrived, the poor gal was in pain in both of her thighs. Sam’s Doctor told her to take Paracetamols. We had a natter about the shop prices etc., telling her of my idiocy in ordering the Salt & Pepper chips from Asda. Sam selected a thank you drinkie, and she took the waste bag out when she left. ♥

22:00hrs: The unloquacious, haughty, pompous, pretentious, uppity, snobby, toploftical, smug, stuck-up, bloody-noisy neighbour in the flat above started banging about again! After four of his bangs were replied with Wooden Wally Walking-Stick on the top of the high bookcase, he stopped. Hurrah!

But of course, I was expecting him to start again, so getting to sleep was out of the question, yet again. And the management of Nottingham City Homes will not hear a word against him!

“He is a wonderful man, makes steam models for charity! “The fact that he stops me from getting to sleep didn’t come into the equation!”

Huh!

Inchcock Today: Sunday 9th October 2022

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05:00hrs: I woke up with little else on my mind other than to get to the . The short journey to the wet room was littered with a few and …
I must have dropped the slippers off of my feet last night while in the second-hand, £300, charity shop bought, crumb-retaining, microorganism-microbe producing, gungy, moth-eaten, beige-coloured, non-working, incommodious, Haemorrhoid Harold testing, c1968 recliner. But realised where they were when I stood up and tripped over them. 
Luckily, Constipation Conrad was in charge this morning, so there was no chance of any unplanned escapees as I struggled to get back up on my feet. The recliner being close by, it proved its worth to me. It may be one of the worst pieces of sleeping equipment ever – but is a valuable asset for getting up after a tumble. 
Although it was not easy at all, with both and being set off during the fracas. I thought the best place for the slippers would be on my feet.
I set off again to the wet room…
Not too bad a one this time, but enough to get me feeling a tiny bit all the same.
I got through the wet room door… opening it first; Haha! Without any knocks or walking into the framework.
A last, I got seated on the plastic ring. Yet again, Constipation Conrad proved his superiority over Trotsky Terence. He’s been a clear winner for several days now. Why I seem to get the opposites alternating all the time is puzzling. Having said that, this is the longest run that Conrad has ever had.
Thus, each evacuation had been painful and needed my input to force things out.
I got the crossword book out and had another go at number 83; I’ve been on this one for weeks. But this morning, I got a clue answered, which led me to get another three done!
As I often do, I thought, as I’m in here, I’ll get the done. It was another painful job cleaning the teeth… no, I take that back. Med HydrCompared to treating ointmentating or masking even when it’s not bleeding. My ,  is what I call painful.
Where was I?
All done, off to the kitchenette to get the kettle on.
The same as yesterday, the first photograph I took of the morning view came out rather badly.
Then as with Saturday morning’s second effort was much improved.
The last one, of the moon, didn’t have many definitions in it. Even I could see in the viewer that the surface of the moon was visible – Or was it? Had my sight been fooling me again? Mayhap?
A lot of things and people do that to me, you know… Fool me! I made a brew of Glengettie tea, and jolly tasty it was.
Spilling the tea when I caught the stirrer with my wrist was not a part of the plan.
Nor was cracking my right shoulder on the edge of the cooker as I cleaned the mess I’d made up!
I hobbled into the main room (Junk room number two) to get the BP machine to so the .

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The Blood Pressure was back up to Hypertension Red-Two.
The body temperature had come down nicely, and it was in the amber! And the pulse was down a smidgeon as well! The Dia figure was lower as well. So how they put this in the Hypertension Red-Two, I can’t understand.
I do a lot of that nowadays… not understanding.

 Kicked off with his banging about. He was on and off all morning; he had a break and was back at the noise-making just before 15:00hrs. Such a nice man. When I say man, I probably mean self-centred, insensitive, disrespectful, ignorant man.

Got working n the computer blog. Getting on now, and no Carer has arrived yet. I hope they are not going to miss me again: and yet still they charged me at the end of the month? As they did the time before when nobody gave me my medications. I was musing over this and had a second go at me. I must ask the Doctor for an appointment about this problem, it’s never been worse or so persistent. Still, yer doesn’t like to bother them, does yer.

  Arrived so very late. 08:45hrs. I mentioned that I was just going to ring Meridian. He seemed a little defensive, saying that someone had taken a tumble, and this had delayed him. It would have been nice if Meridian had let me know. What am I saying? Tsk! Even when they did not turn up at all, no one from Meridian called me… Then had the nerve… Oh, never mind!
It wasn’t Jozeph’s fault. The lad looked all in. Shades of Carer Richard here? He chose a can of Fanta orange juice for the daily thank-you treat.
 I went to the door with Jozeph as he left; he picked up the waste bags for me and looked so weary as trudged away. I hope he’ll be alright. Later, when it came to doing this blog, I’d not written the time on the reminder notepad. I checked with the Meridian log book for the timing. I had mentioned the bother I was having with , and the pain I was in at the time must have shown on my face. But this was not worth reporting on the log?
I’d hate to think I’d snuff it through angina and get on the death recording something like died of natural causes or poisonous chillie-chips. Hahaha!

I started prepping Josie’s Sunday lunch. Well, I thought, being as it’s Sunday, I would like.

I spent more time getting confused on the computer. CorelDraw, WordPress and Word all were playing up for some reason? Then I found the problem?

Fries, I believe, has bought them and is now destroying them on purpose! Virgin Media and O2 are victims. Of Smoke & Mirrors, Money-Shuffler, slithery-sidestepping, hocus-pocus, mumbo-jumbo, $23.6M a year paid, plus annual bonuses, dodgy character Fries! Rest assured that Fries is up to some financial skullduggery with these two companies.

He’s even told the staff at Virgin Media never to use the Words Liberty-Global to any Virgin Media Customers! Why pay £15b dollars for a company and then let it rot and get its previously moral standards shattered and lowered to the level of money-grubbing Liberty-Global? Mmm! Whatever the ulterior motive is, it is already being achieved underhandly.

But the cunning, devious Fries will win in the end, of course. His plotting and number-crunching match that of Putin’s oligarchs. His vast experience of manipulating, misleading and clever verbal incontinence draws attention away from often embarrassing or unpleasant figures or issues. Plus, of course, Liberty-Global has more than sufficient funds for backhanding, bribery and convincing those comically said to be monitoring the financial institutions, such as Liberty-Global, into turning an expensive cheek!
These are just my thoughts on the issue.

Ah, well, the evening Carer could come at any time now. On the other hand, they may come late again. Providing they are coming at all. Please don’t rate Meridian Health & Social Care with Liberty-Global’s jiggery-pokery antics. Meridian have enough problems to cope with. Stiff competition, dying customers etc.

As of October 2022, Liberty Global has a market cap of $8.04 Billion. This makes Liberty Global the world’s 1565th most valuable company by market cap, according to our data. Market capitalisation, commonly called a market cap, is the total market value of a publicly traded company’s outstanding shares and is commonly used to measure how much a company is worth. I didn’t understand all that?

Well, nosh, time cometh. But…
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The second meal on the trot that I did not eat… could not eat, and I threw it all away! The chips were the opposite of last night, and they were bland, tasteless and pure white inside. The peas and tomatoes were not bad. The Iceland New Recipe No-Meat lamb steaks were… well, sickeningly slimy, sweet and inedible! I did eat a few tomato halves and some peas. Then got all the rest of the disaster bagged up several times and into the waste bag. What’s going on with my tastebuds?

Carer Rihanna arrived, as I was searching to find something worth watching on the TV. She soon got the medications sorted, and listened to ny sad tale of the failed meal. Offered a thank-you treat, and off she went, taking the waste bag with her for me. ♥

Then kicked off around 07:30hrs. The noises came from above the kitchen while I was doing the checks. Later he moved back into his main room, and he continued on and off with his banging and clunking until 22:00hrs+?

The Lumix was working again. Photos were getting onto the SD card, alright.
I was particularly glad about this, and not a little smug, about how the three pictures came out on the viewer.

The first shot was a distance view, straight ahead from the kitchenette window.

The second of the same view but a little zoomed-in.

The third was zoomed in even further.

I hope in the morning to get a shot of the moon, but in greater detail, than the poor shot that I took this morning.

I was a smidge proud of how these came out on Night View mode selected on the SC option on the wheel.

Was in no mood to let me get to sleep. Of course, the noise from above didn’t help, either. It took me hours to nod off. HUMPH!

Inchcock: Thursday 6th October 2022

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05:25hrs: I stirred back into a mock conscienceless and was immediately aware of the Doctors Frailty Test being at 09:00hrs. However, it was a total mind-blank when I tried to recall when the Easy-Link bus was due to arrive.
So, I had to remove my behemoth-bellied body from the second-hand, £300, c1968, overwhelmingly-sickeningly beige coloured, tatty, uncomfortable, rickety-recliner, and get the computer on to check on the timing. Which was ETA 08:45hrs.

As I was putting the computer to sleep, I espied the yellow stick-it note on the front of the TV screen that said: ‘Easy-Link due at 08:45hrs!’ I decided the was needed first. After last night’s wash and brush-up debacle, I tackled the job with caution. There was no need to rush. And with an intent to avoid losing so much blood this time!

A bad start with the teggies. I think I must have torn the gums more than I thought last evening.
A vast improvement on Wednesday’s session! Only two little nicks! ‘Head sways Smugly!’
Showering: Ah, well, yes, it had to come! It’s been ages since I’ve had leg dance anywhere, let alone in the shower. But an I had. Knocked my ankle and chin, and shoulder on the control box of the shower. It only lasted for a few seconds, but it was a vicious one, alright. Later, I noticed a mark on my nose; I’ve no idea how that happened?
Apart from the usual treatment to the , which was the regulation prompting stingings. Everything else went well.
A bit of a hiccup with the trousers I’d got the new belt on to wear. They were too long and wide and were not very warm. Still, I’ve got a lift each way, so that should not be too much of a problem.

I remembered to get the new belt out to give Richard, more his size than mine, with his treats. You can see the leather belt in this picture. You can see how long it is? Better for someone to use it than throw it away. Off course, it would have been ideal if someone idiot had not ordered the wrong size in the first place! Guilty! My arithmophobia is getting worse!

I started to get as many things needed, ready and to hand as possible and gathered them in one place so as not to forget to take them with me. Got the kettle on. I went to the main room and got the computer back on.

Rang out, and in walked Carer Richard. After giving me the medications, I asked him to fasten the Velcro fasteners on the shoes for me, which he did. Then I presented him with the belt and found it was a little long, even for Richard. But he held onto it; said he’d get some holes punched in it at the shop. He seemed to like it. Made up a bag of his other treats, and he had to shoot of, which gave me plenty of time to get prepared for the lift.

On the reminder notes, now made about eight-hours earlier, and I was working from, I spotted ‘Test-PUP’? Beats me what it means!

I went through the checks and ventured out and down in the lift to the ground floor. Went along to the ILC-Wardens office, finding Deana was in. I reminded her about the flowers up in the flat to collect later. I could have taken the flowers down but had she was not in, I’d have had to go back up to put the flowers back in the water, and that would mean a good chance of me missing the Easy-Link bus.

I hobbled through the link corridor through Winwood Court and into Woodthorpe Court.
We’ve no shortages of notices, as you will have spotted here. Haha! One caught my eye. About the jazz band on Saturday 24:00 > 16:00hrs, playing in the main social room. I hope to go to listen to them… if I remember!

I popped my head (and camera) into the laundry room. What I saw bode not well. Clothes stacked on top of the washer, and the smell of cheap soap powder and alcohol… Ethel, no, Esther, was lurking in the building!

As I neared the front lobby door, I spotted the Easy-Link minibus passing to the right, do turn around to pick me up! Spot on time!

As I got outside, he was already pulling up at the curbside for me.

I mused over how much the trip would cost this time. It turned out to be £6, for two ways, so not bad at all.
A nice chap; I’d not seen him before. Liked a natter en route, my sort of bloke. Said he would return to collect me at 09:40hrs. Thanked him, and I got into the surgery. I was instructed to take a seat… so I did.

THE SEVERE FRAILTY TEST:

After a while, Nurse Nichole came and called me into her room. I cannot say how pleased I was it was Nurse Nichole who was doing me on the day. An absolute pleasure, and she is a treasure!
Nichole did the test via computer input. I think I did alright. But not sure. Although Nurse Nichole said she would have to rush after the test, she did listen to me tell her about my memory and the problems caused by it and my belief that I have a concern. My sight and hearing problems, Bless her! ♥ I did feel guilty afterwards, my pushing it. But I thought this was the only person who would understand?
Shame facedly, I took a seat in the waiting room until the transport arrived. The young receptionist said she will keep an eye on the cameras and let me know when the bus arrived. Bless ’em all!

A lady sat next to me and got out her mobile. And I mentioned to her how complicated mobiles are nowadays. I showed her my Nokia. I got a lovely look from her that said, “Ah, the poor old thing!” And we started chatting away, which suited me to a tee! The receptionist girl told me that the bus was coming in. So, I bid farewell to the lady sitting next to me, and I ventured outside to the minibus.

The same driver picked me up. And we nattered en route back to the flats, which did not take very long, but it was nattering-filled, just perfect! Boosted me no end that did.

And, dread of dreads, in walked Esther! Never stopped talking, not that I could hear her anyway. Problems I gather with getting washing machines. Meant she was going through the cabinets and shelves pretending to clean. I’ve no idea if anything disappeared or not. Maybe a bottle of spring water?

Anyway, I upset her when she started going through my files and boxes when she opened one from Lisa-Petal. I told her, “That’s private!” “Not that it stops you searching through things, does it?” – “I didn’t know!” Then as she sulked, I got a minute or two of peace from her voice! But it didn’t last long. It’s just that it was the beautiful pink box Lisa-Petal sent me from America, with the family in it. Anyway, I think she charged me extra to get her own back. Tsk! I gave Esther a £20 note, she gave me a tenner back and told me I owed her £5.

At last, I could get on undisturbed and badgered with the blog updating. I’d been at it for about three hours; it was slow progress. Then, sounded. I found some tomatoes outside the door. Jenny had gifted me some more; bless her! I called her on the mobile to thank her. What a kind gal she is. I must take some drinkies down to her door. This reminds me of the English ladies’ football match tomorrow night if I can stay awake long enough to watch, and the Jazz-Band performance on Saturday. Looking forward to hearing them. (Again, if I remember!)
Back to blogging again.
Started kicking off! And she was in a nasty mood with me! I took an extra Codeine. And then, another cockup was performed by yours truly. I read the wrong leaflet with the magnifying glass. I thought it was the one for the Ramprilil capsules. Cause I can’t remember which of the medications is for . I did feel like a fool! Got the right one, but even with the glass, I could not read it. I looked on Google. Nitrates, but I don’t think I’ve got any of them on the prescriptions. A deeper search found that Beta Blockers are used as well… Ah, I’ve got some of them… dare I try taking an extra one now? Bugger it, I will!

The time has gone quickly again! The Carer is due in the next hour. And I don’t feel hungry again? Summat a matter with me here?

In walked a very welcoming Sinead. ♥ A lovely gal. Had I been 60 years younger, a foot taller, a lot healthier/fitter, could see and hear, had hair on my head, and slightly more sane, I’d be in there, you know! Oh, Yes! She could not stay long, but Sinead accepted the treats and…
Found I’d left the hot tap running! AGAIN!

I FEEL AN ODE COMING ON…

Then Sinead departed. I asked her to take the waste bag with her to the chute, which she did, and slightly annoyed with himself for leaving the hot tap running, sadder at Sinead’s departure, and idiot, closed and locked the door, and limped back to his computer, and but Heartbeat on his TV.

Despite this Thursday being his best day for months, he sank into a Dracula Depression. Life can be a bitch! Yet, he fought his way out of the gloom. He decided that this momentary glitch, Cataract Katie, Hearingless Hennessy, Anne Gyna etc. were only payment for his sins, mistakes and attitude he had as a teenager and were deserved. (Got into a foul mood now, hasn’t he – Hehehe!) Time for him to get some shut-eye?

Oh, ! I’ve not done the , have I. Humph! I’ll do them then.

Back up into the read after one day in the amber. Ah! Well, it could be worse.

SYS 150. DIA 85, I’m sure I’ve had similar figures for these two and not ended up so high on the assessment graph?

The body temperature is maintaining a much higher-than-normal figure? There’s a reason for this, you know.
I’ve no idea what it is, mind. Haha!

The DVT-Warfarin Clinic phoned me; a little hard making out what she was saying, but a few Pardon me’s, and can you say that again please’s, and I think I got the message.
It seems that the Warfarin INR level had shot up to 4.1.
So, they are calling again on Monday, twixt 08:00 to 08:30hrs, to take another sample.
I put this in the Google Diary.

Back to the
The pulse was also pretty high again, at 91bpm.
Wonder what it ought to be?

Then I remembered to get some 7 veg sauce heating up to go with the rice later.

I took this photograph of the evening sunset horizon.
I thought it looked different to usual.

I noticed the letter that arrived earlier that I’d put on the desk.
It was from Easy-Link. The social transport suppliers. Also called CT4N.
They had sent a questionnaire. Four A4 size sheets, asking for an urgent reply? Sounds to me like they are about to stop the service, mayhap?

Not good if so. Of course, it arrives at the weekend when I have no one available to help me with it; the writing is so small.
Oh, lucky me! Got the fodder prepared.

Put some of the 7-Roasted Veg (Tomatoes, aubergine, carrot, courgette, onion & yellow red pepper) sauce in the saucepan on its lowest heat level and stirred it regularly.
Then got the rice in the microwave for 2-minutes as instructed.
Added some BBQ sauce to the pan and got the rice in the wide low bowl.
Then added the sauce and gave it a good mixing up.
It didn’t look much to the eye, but to my taste buds, it was scrumptious, almost ambrosian! Flavour-Rating: 8.9/10!
On looking at the bottom picture in the morning, I thought I may have eaten a beetle? Can you see why in the picture? Hehe! I reckon, and hope, it was a piece of aubergine that looked like a beetle!

I got the pots washed and then settled to get some belated sleep, but this was not to be. What followed has not been known for donkey years; I watched a film all the way through! Well, almost, just a few nodding offs of a minute or two. And I’d seen the film before as well. Denzel Washington, in The Equalizer. Oh, I do love it when the good guys win. Which is a fantasy, of course… they rarely do win in real life. But that’s what attracts me to watch these films in the first place.
This meant I turned off the TV as soon as the movie ended; and drifted into the land of nod in the early hours of the morning. I didn’t wake up until 06:30hrs! The latest I’ve woken in years! And just 20 minutes before the carer arrived. Evening all… no, Morning all!

Monday 3rd October 2022

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POLITICAL CARTOON

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04:45hrs: I returned to the land of the limitation living. At the same instant, I required the attention of the . So did the balance exercises (that sounds so good, dunnit? Ha-Ha! They take about 30 seconds. Caught my balance, put the slippers on, grabbed Metal-Mickey, and started to go to the wet room? Blimey, the toes were tender this morning!

The evacuation was as soft as grease. No bleeding, and Harold’s Haemorrhoids were not stinging too much. I decided, as I often do on a morning when the Throne is needed so early, to get the ablutions done.
And the went exceptionally well, so much so that a . One cut shaving… did you read that? Grrreat!
Only the situation was of any real hurt. Mind you, I do have two of them, Humph! The fear is that will join in later on. She’s been a right nuisance these last three days.

I got Carer Richards bit on the server top; I just got the stuff from the fridge added to them later. Made a brew of Thompson’s Punjana tea and got the computer on. I was updating the Sunday blog but got another summoning to the Off to the wet room, carefully. I must avoid any stubbed toes now the ingrowing nails have started. What a difference this session! It was only 45 minutes ago when I last sat on the Throne. But this time, the evacuation was reluctant. And it needed much forceful input on my behalf to get it started. Once the bomb started escaping, it gathered great speed, hitting the water, splashing some water up my bum! As I stood to inspect the results, Hehehe! The main thing on my concentration was the pain from the toes – which soon changed. Temporary Boy had it bled! I was concerned about where the blood came from. An inspection, a blind one of course, of the rear end using the kitchen towels, and it soon became apparent that it was , but not the usual deep red, so I assumed it was the internal ones that copped for the tearing treatment? Certainly set off the stinging again.
Washing myself afterwards and , the absence for the best part of a day, kicked off. That was when I realised that Harold’s externals were torn as well… Either that or I cut them when I started performing, Which raised an interesting question; Why can’t I wipe my bottom with the left hand? I’m a lefty at writing? Just a thought, like. Finished up and went back to the computer.

The snotty neighbour from above started his banging, and I replied each time with a bang back on the top of the high bookcase. Childish, I know.

Oh, I forgot to put the photos of the early morning view on the blog. So, here they are.

How does the saying go? Red sky in the morning, Shepherds Warning – Red Sky at night, Shepherds Delight.

Arrived, and he was making out things were not too bad when I inquired if his status. But the lad was coughing, sneezing and yawning an awful lot this morning. He’s got an extra call to make.
Hehe!. I told of Fridays happening in the wind and rain, the Vampire foot girl cutting two of my ingrowing nailed toes, etc. But I gave him the short version, or I might have lost him as he fell asleep.

He left his treats until the next day. Took the three bags of waste to the chute and then returned to say a fond farewell to me. Bless him; he looked all done in.

I got the started.
The figures returned were similar to yesterday.
The body temperature was climbing again.
SYS 168, DIA 77. Pulse was still pretty high at 89.

I made an addition to the Blood Pressure Chart. I put a caricature of me using with a paintbrush on it.
Just for fun!
Another day all in the Red Zone.
This time back up to Hypertension Red – 2.
It’s not looking good.
When I went to the doctor in error last week, I mentioned this High Blood Pressure to Doctor Vindla.
She didn’t answer, speak or acknowledge that I was there.
At least she’s consistent nowadays. Tsk!
I was going to mention Doreen Dementias’ part in my life.
But what was the point?
Then I finally got the blog sent off to WordPress. Made a start proper on this blog and; started on me again. Just as I feared she may. With Anne Gyna, and then when I stand or move bothersome ingrowing toenails, I don’t think I could handle anymore at the same time.
This is bad.

At about 15:00hrs, an alarm went off, but only for a few seconds. It sounded to my ears as if it was in this room. But if it was the fire alarm for the flat, I’d have heard that, alright.

  And her stabbing pains are getting more severe all the time. I’ll see how it goes but I may dial 111 if she doesn’t ease up soon. I took a Codeine; that might help… or burst the duodenal ulcer. Fed up? Me? Hehehe.

Oh, Testicles! I took some formatted frame text from CorelDraw to the blog – and lost everything when CorelDraw crashed.
My language was sickening; I was so angry with myself!!! Grumbling, sulking, cursing… Grrr!
It took me over an hour to get it back on track. Then another two hours to get the photographs I prepped for the blog back on from the SD again. Then I start to doctoring them again. and !

What felt like a week later, I got caught up. As if to spoil my pleasure, started again, but at least she gave me a small break… or the CorelDraw disaster may have taken my mind off of her? Then:

So, I’m going to get something to eat, the evening carer will be here in a while. I got some chestnut mushroom on the boil. Added liquid smoke and salt and simmered them for ages. Then got the sausages in the oven.

Lastly, as the other stuff I hoped would be about ready, I heated some Ben’s Korean Style BBQ flavoured rice in the microwave.
This is the first (And Last!) time I’d this flavour. I got the bowl filled with what I thought looked like an appetising meal.
But, Oh, No!
Every single part of the meal tasted so strange, and a flavour rating of 1.5/10 was given after trying to eat it.
The Korean Rice was far too strong for my palette. The mushrooms tasted, I imagine, like leather! The sausages, well, they tasted nothing like the ones out of the same bag that I ate last week? Horrible is the word.
I couldn’t even eat the lemon cheesecake, one spoonful, and I felt sick! I must ask Richard to check the dates in the fridge for me, but he’s so busy.

I dished the more significant part of the meal into a food bag, a freezer bag, and a waste bag. While sealing it all up, I had a mammoth, chest-wrenching sneeze! And since then, has been in attendance! Still with me in the morning as I type this up!

Jodie arrived. Soon got the meds sorted, and I asked her to take my socks off for me, please. Got a raised eyebrow response, but she did remove them, bless her cotton socks. Chose nibbles and a drink in appreciation, taking the black bag with her to the chute as she left.

I took two photos of the view from the kitchenette window in different camera modes/settings.

They seemed to turn out pretty much the same in appearance?

The frames were different shapes.

I got settled in the second-hand, £300, c1968, overwhelmingly-sickeningly beige coloured, tatty, uncomfortable, wobbly-recliner.
The tummy rumbled, and I had to rise to have a wee-wee.
Back into the £300, second-hand, decrepit, Haemorrhoid Harold-testing, sleep deterring, nauseatingly beige-coloured, not-working recliner. And blow me, needed another wee-wee. Up again and over to the NWWB (Nocturnal-Wee-Wee-Bucket).
Back yer again into the £300, second-hand bought, c1968, nauseously beige-coloured, not-working, rusty, rickety, crumb-holder of a tatty recliner. Mastered it this time. I was asleep in minutes… Bliss!

Inchcock Today: Saturday 1st October 2022

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I had not had any sleep to speak of; one horrendous night; With  Thought Storms, and each time I moved an iota, either the or else would wake me up, not that I did a lot of nodding off last night. At around 0600hrs, I was forced out of the discomfort of the £300, second-hand, musty, Haemorrhoid Harold Testing, cringingly beige, crumb-covered, not-working, rickety recliner.
Standing up, and getting to the Porcelain Throne, has never been more excruciating.

I got to the wet room and proceeded with the evacuation. Apart from a little bleeding, there was no struggle or pain involved. I decided, as I have done for several days now, that as I was already in there, I’d get the done. Which I did! I felt sure that I’d hear the door chime music if a Carer Came.
Started with the shaving. Determined not to get so many cuts this time, I went steady with the razors… but that was not working, not around the neck, anyway.
It’s not fair that the hair does no longer grow on the head but is growing enthusiastically on the neck and shoulder tops. I’ve just got to apply more pressure to get the soft twine-like razor-blocking type. I acquired about eight cuts, all on the neck, so I couldn’t see them. Looking in a mirror at one neck hole is impossible with and   jerking you about.

Got around to the medicationalisationings.
Harold’s Haemorrhoids first. Always the easiest one to tackle.
Med HydrThen the worst one, pain-wise, Little Inchies Fungal Lesion. A few, well, many Oohs and Arghs were released while doing this task.
I believe a couple of words describing my hatred of the lesion sneaked out, too!

The farce of trying to put the eye drops in the eye seemed more ridiculous than usual today. I used about a third of the new bottle, and of that, I doubt if much of it actually got into the cataracted eye. The nose, cheek, chin and chest… Yes! No problem with the nose spray. Germolenes the creases in the belly and put some on the neck cuts that were resisting the Brut and were still bleeding. I rubbed some into the hands as well. But there was no way I could get close enough to do the toes! Humph!
I’d have done the toes as well with the Phorpain. But the problem’s the same, isn’t it? I can’t get to them. I think I’ll ask one of the Carers to rub them both in if they would for me.

I was getting the fresh PPs out and realised I had left the trousers in the front room. So I popped in to retrieve them from the computer room;
The evening Care had let herself in and was at the Carers Desk when I limped into the room – naked, I thought at the time! Oh, what a mistake to maker! I hid behind the back of the recliner. Thank heavens that I noticed I actually had put the PPs on! Phew!
The was Sam. It all happened so long ago, it 18:00hrs, and as I say, the fatigued is coming on, so with that, the memory and concentration fade. So things may be short on detail from here on, as I have only my poorly scribbled notes to go by.

I missed putting this photograph of the morning view I took earlier.
Another not-too-great shot. I’m becoming quite skilled at taking these. And also the shaky-+looking pictures. Not to mention the mystery photos that came from I know not where. Oh, I mentioned them!
Noisy-Neighbour Herbert, in the flat above, has been knocking and tapping away on and off for hours now. And this continued until 17:00hrs When I got a blessed relief from them. Must have been having his dinner. I am afraid I am getting pissed off with Mr Untouchable, and for an hour or two, maybe four, each time he kicked off, I hit the ceiling with Metal-Micky. Who has not left my side and has been used so many times? I hope he complains… mind you knowing that ignorant superior, loved by the Nottingham City Homes Management, it’ll be in the wrong, and I’ll get myself thrown out of the flat.

Blogging on and off all day, and as the day progresses, so do my mistakes, errors, Whooposiedangleplops and concentration.

I spotted a bag of prescriptions on the Carers table that will be left for Richard to sort out on Monday.

I keep meaning to ask Richard if Meridian might ask for some Anusol to be put on my monthly prescriptions. Having to pay over £7 for a tiny tube is prohibitive. I hope I remember to ask and that they do add it monthly.
I got the bowl with some Dettol and washing-up liquid in it and gave the feet a good soak.
The toes are just not easing up, pain-wise. Mind you, paying a woman £25 pounds to cut your toenails, and she cuts your toes as well, almost every time you go… Is not good! I shall ask whichever Carer comes tonight (Assuming one does come, of course) if they will rub some Germolene on the toes gently. And Phorpain Gel on the ankle and legs. Surely I must get some sleep tonight after last night’s sleepless nocturnal hours?

Just as I was correcting the multitudinous above passage, there really was a lot of them to do! Arrived and read the above passage after giving the medications. Although she was late, she still agreed to do my feet for me; bless her cotton Socks! She’d seen where the tubes were and got on with looking after me. She’d chatted while doing them and was deserving of some extra treats, which she selected. ♥

HempAh, the feet felt better now! I was not hungry at all? So no cooking; I could concentrate on sleeping. Got the TV on so I could fall asleep when the commercials came on. I took a Hemp capsule; hopefully, that should calm me down, ready for the much-mossed sleep ahead. I thought I had worked out well all that I could do to encourage Sweet Morpheus to visit me.
Got the computer off. Some nuts and bikkies on the Ottoman next to the chair, with a litre of blackcurrant and apple-flavoured spring water.

Now for the challenge! Can I get to sleep?
Will the Thought-Storms arrive?
Will the unneighbourly, superior-natured, snotty, unfriendly, superior-acting standoffish kick-off so late at night again? With his weekend concerts of banging, tap-tapping and thudding again? Or, mayhaps, either or will ruin things for me?
We Shall See. I’ll report back in the morning to finish this blog. Fingers crossed of course.

I’m back.
I weakened and made a meal of sorts after all. A roasted vegetable Risotto with BBQ sauce added a banana and a pot of lemon mousse. The mousse was not eaten. The fries were added, and I dined while watching the 1968, I think, cup final twixt Coventry City and Tottenham Hotspur. Flavour rating: 8.2/10.

I washed the pot, back into the recliner and soon fell asleep… Bliss!

Inchcock: Tuesday 27th September 2022

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05:30hrs: I stirred slowly back into imitation life.
I had a desire for a mug of tea, a strong one. So this forced me out of the £300, second-hand bought nine years ago from the second-hand shop on Mansfield Road, Harold Haemorrhoid testing, repugnantly beige-coloured, crumb containing, virus-breeding, acne-giving, rickety, none-working recliner. Did the exercises and caught my balance, albeit not fully; I was a little wobbly doing to the kitchenette and got the kettle on.

Glad to see I had not left the hot water tap (faucet) running, no heat left on the stove, and had shut the fridge and geezer doors.
The view outside was, to me, anyway, one of the prettiest for a long time. I decided to take some photographs. The Lumix battery was still charging, so I used the Fuji camera. A smidgeon disappointed with these shots compared to how they looked to my eyes – but then again, I have , and Achromatopsia Archie to contend with… the only excuse I could think of. Hahaha! I delayed making the brew, so I could get the done.
A little higher than yesterday’s figures.
Still in the Hypertension Red 1 zone, just but close to the Hypertension Red 2 zone. It seems my two-day sojourn into the amber zone has ended.
SYS 157, DIA 71, Pulse 82. The body temperature at 35.8°f. That’s come down a fair bit; very nice!

I got the figures into the Excel graph and cut out the last few days to show the comparisons. The daily zones I’ve been in are looking too good, Six in the Reds but three in the light greens. So not so bad after all.
Then I made a brew of J Sainsbury Extra-Strong Brown Label tea. Superb!

I got a waste bag made up and then went to get the ablutions done. No shaving, as I had one late last night, did I not? Yes, I did.
Sounded the ♫Oh, Susana ♫ tune and came into the room. He was splitting the time between coughing and yawning this morning, poor bloke.
I took a bag into the kitchen to get Richard’s treats packed up. As I got underneath the door frame, I collapsed on both knees! No dizziness nor Neuropathic leg dancing, and no idea what had caused it? Hit my head on the way down. And within moments, kicked off as well. It was a blessing that Richard was here when it happened. He got me back up and into a chair. The effects were, apart from Anne Gyna, not too bothersome. I took an extra painkiller, with the usual medications, and Phorpained both knees. The knees and head were soon cleared. It’s just that’s giving me hassle now.

Further…

â‘  The flipping Lumix camera has stopped working again!

â‘¡ The Fuji camera I left on this morning and the batteries are flat! Humph!

â‘¢ has started what must be a mammoth job. Not stop banging, tapping and clattering noises for bloody hours; he didn’t stop until around 17:00hrs!

â‘£ My concentration was shot, and my anger and impatience grew!

⑤ kicked of with a fogginess never known. Is it not bad enough that had a tumble? , , and the cursed were making me miss shake and hitting wrong icons, which I could barely see anyway… my frustration and Herbert’s noise were really getting me uptight! Without the next cock-up:

â‘¥ I actually deleted all of the 80-40-0 icons from the computer! Permanently! I had to spend hours making new ones on CorelDraw, getting them on WordPress, and sizing each one of 32 tags individually before using them!

I am now going to stop computing and try to get something to eat. The evening carer is due anytime now – she or he will miss the pleasure of waking me up.

Fed-up. Peed off, in pain, struggling to see, and generally not feeling very good. If Herbert starts his noise again when I’m eating my food, I will be tempted to go up to the animal’s flat and have words, but I’m ready, through frustration and anger, to go a step further than words- which is a silly idea at my age. Of course, he may have had some carpet fitted or repair work carried out?

Well, blow me down with a feather duster! The Lumix us working again? This is baffling me. Then again, a lot of things do that nowadays!

Jenny called on the landline; the last of the glasshouse tomatoes had arrived, and she kindly said she’d pop some up doe me later on. ♥ Bless her. She’s so kind to me.
Minutes later, burst from the door chime. Jenny had brought them up and left them outside the door. And they were super-duper tasty! She even skipped in a Cadbury creme egg for me. Hahaha!
I made the meal; I sliced some tomatoes on a leaf-side tray. Just got down to eat it, and…
Rang out! Got up and ventured to the door; it was neighbour Josie, bringing me some bananas as a thank you for her letting me down with the Sunday lunch. For the first time ever, she apologised for letting me know so late in the day. Bless her! I still ink her Sister is a bit of a bully towards her; what the Sister says, Josie does. I made light of it and asked if she enjoyed the reheated chilli. “Oh, it was lovely!” she replied. That cheered me up.
I got down in the £300 second-hand, decrepit, Haemorrhoid Harold-testing, sleep deterring, nauseatingly beige-coloured, not-working recliner. And took the first forkful of the BBQ-flavoured rice, which was nice…
, came in. She got the medications sorted, and we had a little natter and a laugh about something or other. Sam took her choice of drinkies and nibbles on her way out.
I was going to get back to the now cold meal, but could not rely on me remembering to lock the door, so went and did that.

Tried again to get the meal eaten. I succeeded this time. Haha!
Despite it being barely warm, I thoughourly enjoyed it. As I mentioned earlier, Jenny’s tomatoes tasted superb.

A Flavour Rating of 8.2/10 was given.

I put the emptied of all food tray on the Carers table and proceeded to watch an episode of Heartbeat on Channel 10 on Freeview.
Ahhh!