Inchy: Sun 14th January 2024

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Sister Jane sent me this graphic below, and quite funny it was, too, I thought!.
Ha, Ha, Ha!
I thought of a few more straight away:
LHA: Lost hearing aids.
CPF: Catheter Pouch Full.
ACA: Arthritis Cartilage Agony.
WDII: What Day Is It?.
LMDS: Laddered My Diabetic Socks.
LTVR: Lost TV Remote.
LTR: Left Tap Running.
DNC: District Nurse Calling.
FMDOBATB: Forgot My date Of Birth At The Bank.
ROPP: Run Out Of Protection Pants.
LCO: Left Cooker On.
FOG: Fell Over Again.
DMOT: Dropped Mug Of Tea.
FAOTB: Fell Asleep On the Bog.
TWTA: Took Wrong Tablets Again.
FAOTB2: Fell Asleep On The Bus.
LBP: Lost Bus Pass.
CMS: Cut Myself Shaving.
LMS: Lost My Spectacles.
Hahaha!
I hope Jane likes them.


Another bad night’s sleep. Mid afternoon I was well out of it. Struggled to get this blog going. Hence, it’s now gone 22:00hrs, and I’m still working on it – mostly doing things wrong and making corrections. But the ode today did take me ages to do, and three pretty young carers distracted me somewhat. Haha!
It’s only natural for a man with my sex appeal.
Har, Haha!

More in the pouch this morning.

I made a point of not counting the empty crisp packets. But this did not assuage the guilt!

Off to get my done.
The shaving had only one tiny nick under the chin.
(I used this photo later as part of the Ode header).
Getting the PPs on after finishing was a work of painful art. The Stroke and Peripheral Neuropathy affected right leg, which was joined by and in making the task one of the most painful jobs of the month. Boy, that leg did not want to bend or lift at all. Somehow, I eventually, with cunning, I might add, got them on. I got the towel and picker-upper, wedged myself in the corner of the room to avoid any tumbles, and lifted the leg ankle with the towel flipped over the ankle, while grabbing the PPs with the picker. I’m still amazed at how I didn’t go over, but I didn’t. ! Then realised I had not yet ointmentated the piles! No problem, I Germoloided the rear end, then , and Phorpain Gelled both knees. I think I did a good job, really. Yet another brief !

Carer Kimberly arrived. Took the laundry down for me. We joked about last week’s bag of laundry getting lost and never found. She later returned with this one… the clothes were there, but the new B&M bag it was in had been snatched, and a dirty old bag was left in its place! The diabetic socks were inside out and still damp, so I reversed them and got them on the airer. Kim helped me hang the dressing gowns up, bless her.

The Phantom bag & clothes nicking resident…
Are they doing it for bedevilment? 
Twice on the trot now, so blatant!
Compensation, can I become a claimant?
If it happens a third time – disappointment…
Annoyment, cursing and discontentment,
Is someone turning belatedly delinquent?
For warmth, on my dressing gowns, I am dependent, 
To stop these thefts, we must be diligent…
Will I ever know where my washing went…
I want my leg straps back; I’ll be lenient,
I’ll not get uppity or militant,
Though it makes me slightly malcontent,
Could it happen twice, both an accident?
It could be, or maybe, malevolent!

Carers & Nurses drinkie-treats, and the last remaining warm dressing gown hanging over the door.

The carer earlier helped me get the leg straps on. I took this photo in the wet room ages ago, and have only just remembered it. Tsk! Sad?

Gorgeous clouds in the afternoon.
Plenty of contrails higher up.

I got and took three shots of the views in different directions. So that, my mass of foreign followers can both see how tight the housing is.
Slightly to the right.
Ahead…
And to the left.

The close-up shots are terrible!

A few hours later, and this one was terrible!
A little betterer?

I planned my meal for the night. The other pack of battered chicken that I forgot to put the SD card in the Kodak and took a photo of last night. I’ll have some chips with them, methinks. With some potatoes.
Back in the mooring to catch up – I hope.

Mystery photo?

Last of the ‘I shan’t bother buying again’ battered balls’, with potato cubes, a pot of side sauce, ready sliced wholemeal cobs, and pickled green tomato salad, was plated and consumed.
A late picture of the nosh. Part-eaten.

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Adieu, Ciao, Adios, Sayonara & Cheerio!

Inchy Saturday 13th January 2024

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Another bad night. I can’t think of an inner area of me that didn’t give me some bother overnight. Sleep? What’s that then? As this Saturday progressed, things got easier… slowly!

Too dark!

‘Red Sky in the Morning.
Shepherds Warning!’

Later in the morning.

arrived
He took off the nocturnal catheter pouch for me. I forgot to ask him to put on the diabetic night socks and .
He classed the urine in the night bag as a level 6, colourwise.
The lad was keen to get home after a hectic shift, he said.

Started the computer, and ,  an Iceland delivery arrived. Which caught me out a little; yet again, I thought it was due next Monday?.
Slurp!

Stored the fodder, and made an order for next week with Asda.

called. We spoke of catheter hassles and had a laugh while she issued the medications

I later found photos of the meal and view shots on the internal section, but I could not access them. Plainly I’d taken them without the SD card in again! 
So, I’ll not show them! Tsk!

Just looked at this over-full day pouch!
What a brilliant colour on the scale – a 2!

Evening views from the kitchen.

Well, they both beat me!

TTFN

Inchy: Frid 12 Jan 24: Social Prescribing Team Visited Me!

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Last night must have been the worst one for me for months. It seemed to me I was waking up more times than falling asleep! Worse still, each time I woke up, I had other ailments playing up. With the over-bearing belief that it was about 04:00hrs or so, I had Violent up comings from , the bladder and bowels were both rumbling away, too. I could hardly believe it as burst from the door alarm, and in walked . It was gone 07:00hrs already! , along with the were having a go at me.
I did inform Maryham of how I felt. She then recommended to me that after she had gone, I get back to sleep. (Which I’d been trying to do all night)  But only managed a few minutes each try before waking up again. Hehehe! She made sure I had the Alert-Alarm on, telling me to use it if needed. A very sensible suggestion, gal. No idea what I looked like, but I felt properly poorly, weary, in pain, & tired out.
I was so confused, that I forgot to remind her about the new medications to take in the mornings.

The PM caller remembered and asked me if I’d had one, but I wasn’t sure or not. She checked the amount used, and decided not. So gave me one, only one a day, incidentally…
Later on, when I’d started to feel a bit better, I looked up Folic Acid; and found some interesting things it is taken to counter. ① To limit hair loss. ② To help your baby’s brain, skull and spinal cord develop properly in pregnancy. ③ As a medicine used to reduce side effects treating arthritis. ④ To treat iron deficiency &  anaemia. ⑤ We suggest that folic acid may play a role in improving the repair of peripheral neurotransmitters, nerve injury, and dying by promoting the proliferation and migration of Schwann cells, & secretion of nerve growth factors. 

And all these years, they have told me there is nothing they can do to mend my dying Neurotransmitters? Peripheral Neuropathy?
No time to ponder on this now. I’ve just read the possible side-effects of Folic.
SIDE EFFECTS – ANAPHYLAXIS
Symptoms of anaphylaxis happen very quickly.
Symptoms include Swelling of your throat and tongue. Difficulty breathing or breathing very fast. Difficulty swallowing, tightness in your throat or a hoarse voice, wheezing, coughing or noisy breathing, Feeling tired or confused, feeling faint, dizzy or fainting. Skin that feels cold to the touch, blue, grey or pale skin, lips or tongue. If you have brown or black skin, this may be easier to see on the palms of your hands or soles of your feet. You may also have a rash that’s swollen, raised or itchy. Sometimes it’s not known what caused an anaphylactic reaction..
Well, that takes a lot of sinking in. I’ve got the majority of the listed side effects already!
I’m glad I looked it up now – Not. Hehe!
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It is not one of my best-ever morning view snaps.
I tried again.

had kindly got the pads, straps, and diabetic socks from my feet. My plan was to get a shower & shave later. But I’d forgotten about the ladies from the social services who were calling on me later today, so the shower & shaving have not been done for three days now. Dirty, Boy!

I tried my best to concentrate on starting the blog… but it was not easy. had never been so vicious, loud or painful with his valve returning all wind up the tube, gullet, I mean. In fact, he was so noisy and forceful that it encouraged his partner to join in! At this very moment, I heard the access requiring hallway intercom tune playing. (I’d got my hearing aids in) 
It was the ladies from the Social Prescribing & Community Support team. They arrived and introduced each other to me. Very kind ladies, with a tendency to listen to me as I answered their questions. As , and was blasting away, so loudly at times, I turned down the hearing aids volume so I could hear their voices. Roger seemed determined to try and stop me from listening, as indeed, Stuttering Stephanie tried to stop me from talking. Hehe!
The kind ladies’ names were Katarina and Belinda.
During the question and answering, I had a mini , and a few minutes later, gave way. Which I think was a good thing, for them to see what I have to go through daily? Both were very understanding and patient. I think we agreed on some actions to be taken to get me more help, but am not sure what. A possible cooker that could not catch fire, I believe was spoken about. Assistance with travelling to and from medical visits. Many other things were discussed. But seems to think it best if I cannot recall them all now. But as usual, some things stick with me, and others fade quickly. A vague help with washing and dressing lingers in the brain, but, of course, I could be wrong. Doing this ode makes me realise that my spending so much money on Grammarly saves many errors, not all of them, but I think most of them are still being made & missed by me.

The ladies departed, and I got back onto the blogging.

I put the TV on and spotted that the ‘All Quiet on the Western Front’ film was on. So I watched it for a while then I had a mug of Glengettie and dunked some of the lovely LU and Maryland cookie biscuits.
But I soon lost interest, thought back to the ladies’ visit, and wrote down the details above, which I recorded on the pad to use later on.

Arrived and gave me the Folic Acid.
Checked the taps and the cooker were not left on, for me. We had a little natter

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Well, that was different!

I had a look at my book of favourite poems.
And, I found…
A new best one for me pleasure.

Balcony views parade! End car park…
With the least-ever mudslide!
A close-up of the almost a puddle!
The gravel footpath, into Woodthorpe Grange.
Park, that I can no longer get up to visit
my beloved tree copse on the left.
A single young man walking on the far path.

The gal from the salon arrived at the flat, and she got my toenails cut. What a relief… it also relieved me of £30!

Checked the time, and got back to working on this blog again. I felt the pouch on the left leg pulling…
Blinking Heck!
Got it emptied just in time!

Going to get a meal sorted out now.
Mayhap, I’ll get some lamb & mutton burgers…
in the oven, with some…
Pickled green tomato salad…
Eat the burgers in sliced cobs…
And, maybe a brew of Glengettie?

Back in the morning to finish this off…
I Hope!

I made a rather pathetic-looking meal. I was not really all that hungry. I was so tired & weary again, but really enjoyed the lamb & mutton burgers I made.

Washed the dishes, checked the taps and cooker were not left on, and proceeded to nod-off and wake up again all night long! Humph!

Cheers, each, Have a great day!

Inchy: Wednesday 10th January 2024

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It took me that long to just get the lead items, graphics, and ode done; it was nearly time to get up from the sleep that I never had… Sorry.

View

Flash in the dark photo.

Multicoloured morning sky.

Carer Richard got the diabetic socks, leggings and med’s sorted out for me.

Tea, bikkies & a mini banana.

I emptied the catheter day pouch. And no more the 25 minutes later, it was filled again? 1200ml!

Carer Kara came. Checked the catheter, and she said she would change it tomorrow for me. She checked the bank statement, and read out some points on it. But I fear people do not appreciate the FND, Arithmaphobia, and PN effects, which make it so hard for me to get figures, causes and to-do’s in my head and stay there. Confused! Not easy when I keep changing topics or problems, I seem to get in a muddle so easily nowadays, mentally. Kara was patient with me. But not a lot sank in. Bless her! ♥

The pleasure of Nurse Hristina coming to take my blood was another highlight for me. ♥
I mentioned the tablets I’ve been waiting for for a week, the 4-week course of something to increase the Critically low amount of vitamin B12 & 7 found on the last blood test. I’d forgotten that Richard had already told me he would collect them on Friday for me. So, now I must remember the four-week course must be completed.

Tried to take another selfie on the computer screen. I was offering a Mr Spock salute. Hehehe!

Made a fairly good-looking meal. Surimi sticks, tomatoes,
Pickled green tomato salad, sourdough bread with chinks of no-butter, butter on them.
Four oven-baked potato cakes.
Then I added a pot of raspberry jelly.

I made an Asda order for next Tues, 18th, 07:00>08:00hrs.  Kara checked this earlier as I had just started making up the order as she arrived.

Lots of stuff was missed today. Not that it matters.
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CHEERS!

Inchy: Tuesday 9 January 2024

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So far behind again, comments at a minimum; most of them are anyway. Sorry.

A wee bit dark. Haha!

The first morning view.

A bit of bother this morning from .
Followed by an Inchy cock-up! I saw the date on the Paracetamol box. I assumed this was the use-by date. I dished them and got another box out of the medical drawer. Then realised the date was the delivery date. Humph!

Eurgh!

I realised I had not had much time before the Carer called, but I decided I could surely get a full stand-up wash and shave in an hour & a half. So, I proceeded at a hurried pace. By Jimminee! I did it when I’d estimated… well, nearly anyway! One teeny-weeny nick shaving, I hit the shoulder on the door-frame, leaving the wet room and got the PPs on without injury! I considered going into a . But didn’t.
I found a bruise on top of my left foot, but I didn’t know why or where from. Oh, and I did the shaving while standing in a bowl of hot, disinfected, soapy water with bi-carb in it, so the dirt came up from the feet. And all without slips or injuries! 

I got the dressing gown on, and the leggings and diabetic socks out ready, as arrived.
I explained that I was not going to put the ankle or leg strapping on yet, and was leaving it for the midday Carer. Because I wanted to get the cream on the legs and let it sink in properly. This does indeed help ease the eruptions, but only if I can get the time to let it soak in properly under the diabetic socks. Which Richard put on for me next after giving me the morning prescription medication and Peptac.

The JS order arrived. I carried the bags to the kitchen one at a time, leaving them on the floor to return to Richard. Who was tired out. He offered to help put the food away, but I thought it best if the lad got home and to bed, sharpish. Cheerios and treats were done, and I returned to the kitchen and the bags. This is when I came over all Pareidolianiable, Hehe! I took a photo of the bags on the floor…
I saw something in the photo that had me back on the computer and CorelDraw to make the graphic I spotted. I just had to do it!
My sense of humour was alive and kicking!

Back to putting the goods away.
The doorstep-sized sliced Sourdough bread was massive. It was a substitute for two little sourdough rolls. I’ll ask if anyone would help by taking half the loaf to use cause it was far too much for me to eat without it going out of date, and I had no room in the freezer.
At last, I’d got some of the Branston Fruit Sauce, 3 bottles; although they were not cheap, they remain my favourite brown sauce. The diddly bananas will do for me. Some biscuits, too.

The light arrived, and I took these shots.
From the kitchen window.

Again, the bladder pains informed me that the day pouch was backing up. I can’t understand why it has been doing this lately?

Did the midday call. She brought in some mail that had been posted for me.
One from the bank.
The other is from Lisa in the USA with a Christmas Card; bless her. She is such a treasure to me. With all her ailments that outnumber mine, I think she’s so caring and kind! 
♥  ♥  ♥  ♥
Then Kara put the diabetic socks on for me and checked the day pouch. Bless her.

Got a landline call come in; it was Hristina.
She is calling tomorrow to take the DVT Warfarin INR blood test for me. All my sweetheart connections today are cheering me up. I took a can of Gin Spritz to neighbour Jo,sie too.

I decided that I’d have the cheapo off-cut bacon today with tomatoes; I’m doing the bacon in the oven, but I had to cut off such a lot of fat that the product that went in the waste bin was three times the size of what made it into the oven. Made them small chunky bits so they cook quicker and crisper.
Przyprawa and liquid sea salt were added to the tomatoes in the saucepan, and later, I added the bacon and some soya pieces. I can heat this up easier later on.

Two late afternoon shots.

Did the first evening call. He was half-with-me and half-not. He selected a nibble and bottle of pop and took the laundry bag with him.
I hope it comes back this time!
As he left, I spotted the sunset, and it was about to sink out of view. I hastened to fetch , and as I , into the balcony to take a couple of shots. I got the first one just as the sun seemed racing down over the horizon.
By the time I’d got set to take another…
The sun had disappeared!

Finally, I made a start on this blog.
Talk about getting further & further behind...

Many hours later, I decided to give up and get the meal heated and eaten. Hehehe!
It went down gorgeously. Well worth the long time spent in preparation. I ate the sourdough bread and most of the tomato and bacon mix. Great!

Inchy adopts another !

TTFN.

Inchy: Sat 6 Jan 24 – Down in the dumps, High in the clouds, but generally Disconsolate

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First things: Escaped the £300, second-hand, c1968, cringingly-beige-coloured, not-working, rickety recliner. Balance exercises, then…

This sad photo was taken from the kitchenette window. Supposedly, a close-up of Cavendish Avenue.
Then, I tried to get a decent view of the horizon

Consistent!

Had a mug of J.S. red label Ex-Strong tea

arrived. No socks or strappings were needed, as I intended to get a shower later.
But this didn’t happenHumph!
I asked the lad if he could help me with assembling of the table. Negative response. But I still gave him his treats, as usual. Bless him!

Bit of a change here…

Catching up with the blog for Friday. For about three hours of error-ridden writing. 

Visit four: Another variation on an old theme.

Another attempt at a decent photo as it got lighter.

I nearly got caught out when the day punch suddenly filled up again. A little dark, still, too.

Hours later, I nipped out on the balcony to view the end car par mudslide. Shrinking back again. It might be gone soon if we do not get any more rain, perhaps?

Called. We had a little natter and treat sharing. No painkillers are needed.

Then, I decided to make an early meal.
Surimi sticks, tomatoes, beetroot, chips, cobs, with a  side of Chop sauce. Not bad at all.

Slurped!
Ice cream followed.

I was drained, and I put the computer in ‘sleep mode’ and fell blissfully asleep… for five minutes or so. 
Tormenting, teasing dreams that even I could barely understand flowed for a couple of hours or more. Constantly bursting awake… Yet seemed to go back to sleep immediately? It was as if I wanted, needed, I had to, involuntarily, get back to the nightmares. Oddest few hours mentally than I’ve had for weeks!
I’m certain that I was talking to myself all the way through!
The need for yet another visit to the Throne was welcomed. Bad as it was, it broke my determination to try to get back to the mental turmoil of sleep.
How messy… but welcome?

Late sunset photos were taken.
Lovely shade on view.
Tried a little closer.
Then, to the left slightly.

Carer arrived; I was out of reality; I could not even remember who called. I found a set of Health Check figures in the morning, so I must have taken his B.P. I think it may have been Victor or Israel?
I’ll publish the latest in the morning.

Hunger Again – I’m eating far too much lately!
Frustration? – Depression? – FND?
Naughty!

CHEERS!

Inchy: Friday 5th January 2024

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Murky nocturnal wee-wee.

Then, five minutes afterwards…
Didn’t want to flush away?

Through balcony from in flat.
Same shot without flash on.

Checked WC, and I forced the evacuated product to disappear this time.

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called, sorted the meds, and got the leg and ankle strappings fitted.

Two shots from the kitchen.
Not very good ones… again!

Ocado arrived.
Thompson’s Teas, favourite biscuits, mushroom risotto, and a pot of bicarinate of soda.
Microwave cooking pot, chips, potato cakes, surinami sticks. And some M&S ready-prepared Scallops!
Beetroot, sauces, soda water, and crab!
Somehow I got them in the fridge.

End car park mudslide shrivelling!

From inside the balcony. Not much rain today.

I think they must have lasted on and off for three hours or maybe more. I sort of returned to reality in actuality, and was taking the cooked scallops out of the oven, with Carer Chris, in the other room on his mobile.
I sat down to eat the scallops on their own.
I’d eaten all bar four of them and remembered to take a photograph for the blog. My limited conversation with Chris is a little vague. They tasted alright.

Washed the pots and put the TV on, The Vicar of Dibley was showing. When I remembered that Carer Sam had called earlier. I’m sure I mentioned my problem with the finances and direct debits, maybe told her about the text messages and emails from the bank, concerned about my financial status. Asking me to contact them. I need to arrange for to go with me as she is the appointed go-between with the bank. For her to call them to make an appointment and arrange lifts for me, for when she will be available to help me. I assume this was spoken about, but… maybe not?

The last Carer Call was by Carer Chris. I was with it when he arrived this time.
I took this snap of him, giving me the ‘Glare’ expression with a lingering smile in there somewhere. Haha!

Late-night shots.

I think I may have used this one before?
Being a clog-head has its advantages.
It’s just that I’ve not found them yet!

My body decided I needed a meal, so I made one.

Not all that good, but I’ve made worse ones over the many Antagonistic,  Fearful, Depressed, Angsty, Anxious, Accifauxpas-ridden, Failure-infested, Lonely, Mentally Festering, and Medically Monsooned last few years.
Don’t I sound cheerful? Hehehe!

TTFN

Inchy: Sunday 31 December 2023 Worst FND affected day ever!

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A confusing day. Mind Blanks, drifting off into sleep, even when on the computer. I’d had the longest unbroken sleep for ages, yet this did nothing to curb the drooping eyes, lack of concentration and endless run of depression bouts, varying between a few minutes, and hours. I have been nibbling all day long, never eaten so much in a day for many a month.
Generally feeling fatigued without cause or reason.

0400hrs; Woke up, and just laid there, almost unthinkingly,  in the itch-creating, bruise-giving, catheter-tube-tugging, crumb-decorated from my nocturnal nibblings, God-awfully uncomfortable, cringingly-grotty, no longer working, dirty beige recliner, anti-sleep designed, c1966, second-hand bought for £300, ten years ago from the charity shop. Four what must have been an hour or so. Joined by , which I don’t think bothered me too much at the time. It felt like having a video playing repetitively in my head, over several mistakes and bad options I’d taken many years ago. I surrendered any resistance, considering myself worthy of the self-lambasting verbal flow.

A good shade this morning.

Three early morning views.
The high moon in the amazingly light sky.

When I got back to the kitchen, the sky seemed to have gotten a lot, very grown much darker?
Or, did I set wrongly?
Closer up.
Even closer.

Not sure why I took this one.

I mosied along to the computer and got myself in a pickle, as I made so many errors, unfelt key depressions, and ended up having to close each open programme, and restart, in the hopes of getting the keyboard that I’d some-buggered up. Miraculously, when I rebooted it was working again.
This temporarily cheered me up.

I went out on the balcony to try and take a shot of the end car park, now seemingly permanent mudslide.


A pad patch here. Two hours at least. I’d just become aware of things, and a new Carer Called. I hope she does again, too. , a lovely gal. She introduced herself, and got the leg strappings on, and sorted the medications for me.


Well, blanks, really. Several over about an hour

I can recall taking this shot. I was in a depression at the time; the keyboard was playing up again… or maybe was, or both of us?

A Carer called, who and when I’m not certain. But after she or he had been, I deflated spiritually and physically. The computer turned off, and I got an early meal made. I swear I thought I’d taken two photos of that meal, recalling that the first one was so bad, that I took another one. But much, much later, hours later, after my failed attempts at sleeping or watching TV, when I got around to putting the photographs on the blog, it was on the card. Yet, the photo of the ice cream I had for desserts, was there on the SD card? !

The attempt to get to sleep failed.
So, I tried watching TV. That failed and became so annoying, I got all agitated with myself. I get have few nodding-offs of a minute or so. No phone calls came in all day. Which is not unusual, but this brought on another depression and bouts of self-pity.
I am having a bad day.
Cheered when I had an Email from HRH Lisa. ♥

I literally sat there afterwards, with the TV pointlessly on, not being controllable, as, indeed, my mind was in a similar position, hazy.

I decided to get back on the computer again and I might as well stay up to get some New Year fireworks shots taken. But my confidence in getting any is minimal, to say the least. But I’ll try, but will I cope with falling asleep and missing them… or the shots coming out badly? Which is likely, as I type this, my old friend is kicking off, and not showing any signs of stopping yet. 

Pressed on with this blog, to get as much done as I can before the planned fireworks photographicalisationing begins. If I don’t fall asleep! I didn’t. I think I was doing graphics for the blogs for a couple of hours, but it was going excruciatingly slow.
The late Carer removed the ankle and leg strappings and ointmentated the lower legs. They were not painful at all during the day but started itching away on removal. Resisting scratching was a hard job. Hehe! However, they were a lot better than they had been lately, so a positive at last. The only pain was from the ingrowing toenail toe, that I proceeded to make worse by stubbing it on the £300 second-hand shop bought, c1966. moth-eaten, bedraggled, grotty, cringingly-beige-coloured, much-dilapidated, crumb-containing from my nocturnal nibblings, bug-ridden, itch-inspiring, not working recliner leg. It seems to be going a darker colour and bent more now?

Around 23:00hrs, I tried to take a decent shot of the end car park mudslide; you can just make it out.

The time (midnight) came for me to attempt to take the New Year fireworks photos from the kitchen window. Unbelievably bad shots they were too!

Unintendedly artistic, though?
Unintendedly artistic, though?
Unintendedly artistic, though?
Unintendedly artistic, though?

For a New Year, suitably so,
Artistic, but not a Gainsborough,
Showing a hint of fe-fi-fo?

As into the New Year, we flow…
As a sage, these things I know,
Sunak Rishi will have to go…
A defeated Tory will whistle-blow!
The little boats will exceedingly grow…
For Starmer, a coming body blow!
He will become a confused Pinocchio, 
World War instigated via Moscow,
President Xi Jinping, China, also!
Arms Oligarchs’ wealth, will overflow,
The West will lose its limited Mojo,
Europe will ban alcohol & tobacco…
Legalise Cocaine, & Heroin, taxed though,
Then replace football with Subutteo, 

Europe will become the last Alamo,
The smaller free word, ran by the Mafioso!
Of course, this is all rubbish – Cheerio!

Another bite to eat.
Two slices of plain bread, with one…
Gorgeous early morning supper!

Oh, I only just remembered…

TTFN, All!

Inchy: Saturday 30 December 2023

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What the heck I’d been doing for nearly four hours, remains a mystery. Other than taking photographs which were all taken without the SD card in the camera, I remember the internet going down… well, the Google Browser, I think. Good job I got the extra intro items done before the blackouts. So any blank spaces are because the memory is blank. Sorry, but I can recall some of the earlier stuff… I hope.

Better colour this morning.

Carer Christopher arrived. Leggings and medications

I washed the food containers. Then myself.

Early kitchen view.

Later kitchen view.
The rain was back again.

End car park mudslide.

Two hours later, as I was cooking the meal, I realised I’d lost endless photos by not seeing the warning on Kodak Tim. Huh! New batteries were put in, and finished making the meal, then photographed it. 
Tomatoes with extra passata with basil. Misshaped bits of bacon and soy mini sausages.

Google went to pot, windows with moving and flashing numbers next to each line that I couldn’t understand anyway. I thought I’d photograph it in case someone can tell me. Froze eventually.
I gave up, turned everything off and put the TV on.
Fell asleep for two hours.
Tried the computer again, but no-go!

Carer Joanne arrived with another gal. We had a laugh, although I had to force it a little.

Getting dark now, I gave it a go on the computer, and by Jimminee, it was working? So I got on with this blog while I could. But just when I thought things were getting better, an unexpected drainage of willpower, contention and interest hit me.
I just turned off and sat down in a weary mind full of haze and confusion. Not good this.

TTFN

Inchy: Wednesday 27th December 2023

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Inchy in his Sister Jane’s bought and gifted Grumpy Elf T-shirt & dressing gown.

Quickie mode today.

Night Pouch.

Day Pouch attached by Carer Shaquille.

Morning rain.

End car park mudslide.

Computing. Rain continuing

Confused, lack of concentration.

Rain continues.

Ablutions.

Rain continues.

Computing going slowly.

Well…

Iceland delivery arrived.
Five items were not available.
Beans, crisps, bananas, beetroot & bleach.
Sausages, ham, more sausages, some honeyed parsnips 
and battered cod balls.

Started to watch some old Del-Boy episodes.
Social Lady Sarah arrived. We spoke with me, mentioning my suspicions about having FND and why. She will talk about the Carers to check on Little Inchie to see if he’s bleeding or not. And the Doctor about the FND. Something less, but I can’t recall now… Oh, yes! She is going to call and sort the dates of the medications for me next week.

Cara Shaquille did a great job on my pouch changeover and legging straps.

Cara Kara helped with checking food orders, taps, heaters, the stove, etc. ♥

Had a good few mind-blanks today.

Simple nosh tonight for the simpleton to eat.
Honeyed parsnips, 
They are just out-of-date chips.
Sausage baps…
And a sauce dip!

The carer did the last call. Put the night bag on, removed the strappings, and realised he’d forgotten to bring the laundry back up for me.

TTFN