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Inchcock Today: Sunday 11th September 2022

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SUNDAY’S POLITICAL CARTOON
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07:10hrs: Yet another night of jumping awake and waiting to nod off again. So much so that on waking up proper, around 05:00hrs, I drifted off unintentionally until 07:10hrs. Sweet Morpheus was not kind to me last night at all.
I feared that the Carer might have called earlier, but he/she could not get in. Especially if it was an annoying one who refused to press the doorbell. I always hear that, and it never fails to wake me up if asleep, and it had not done that. I caught my balance and hobbled to unlock the front door. But it was not locked! So was pretty sure that they would have walked in anyway.
Being up late, I started to prep Josies veg for her chilli-con-carne meal. Got them on the boil and added them to the saucepan.
Got the sorted out. A nice looking set of returns this time. SIA dropped to 138. DIA down to 61, Pulse up but not a lot, to 78.
Put the figures into the CP analyser and got this returned. Great, I’m back just in the amber! In the High-Normal Zone.

My noisy Neighbour above, Herbert, sounded off, with a different style of sound today. A chug-chugging for a few minutes, then a loud thud. Then silence… Dang sang dang, Dang! Oh, I do hope he’s not hurt himself; you know, dropped a steam engine on his foot and is laying there in absolute agony as the hot steam burns its way through his clothing and into his lower regions. I considered going up to ask if he was alright, just for a laugh.

Off to make my first brew of Glengettie Welsh tea. And I thought (I do that occasionally), Blimey, it’s dark out there!

I temporarily lifted the glasses from my nose to reveal the right view, although blurred from the window – it was foggy, to say the least. The first photo was taken straight ahead.
The second one of straight down n from the window of the Chestnut Drive car park. A good job I was using the grab strap on my wrist. Cause I dropped the Lumix, but it didn’t get away from me; the strap held it.
Then went out on the balcony and took this picture. Not that there is much to see other than fog. Hehe!

I went through to the kitchen and checked on Josie’s food progress. Looking good and tasting good too! I reckon the basil helped today.
Just hope Josie likes it.

I went on the blogging duties then and got involved with the Ode Words list again. An hour or two was lost there. Tsk! I  reluctantly had to force myself to stop.

Got the meal delivered to Josie. Who did not mention Betty Bunter today? But did ask me for the umpteenth time if I drink the gin etc. I said no. She added: Whyever do you buy it then? I did mention this time; For the pleasure of sharing and caring, Josie. I got a furrowed brow and an odd sort of ‘He’s nuts!’ look. Hehe!

Then I set about cleaning up the kitchen… and the hot water tap was running cold! So, no shaving for me today… unless it comes back on. Then the fear that I may have left the tap running in the wet room came over me…
The old ticker was beating as I hurried into the wet room – but all was okay in there! Phew!
Back to cleaning the kitchen, which was a bit risky, Accifauxpas-wise. Boiling kettles and saucepans of water so I could clean up was done carefully. and slowly to avoid any spillages.  

I’d filled another waste bag already, so took it to the chute room.
I used a photo from the last time I did this. (Cause I didn’t take the camera with me) It’s getting a regular habit. Dropped the posh-looking collapsible stick, bent down to retrieve it, and hit my head in the cast-iron chute lid. I merely laughed off the pained head, right knee and my feeling a pratt. And skipped back to the flat yodelling.

I got the Porcelain Throne activities done and checked the knee and head the ankle was suddenly stinging. Rubbed some Phorpain gel in the knee, and spot of Germolene on the back of the head, and some Arnica cream on the ankle. I think I got these the wrong way around? The ankles and feet looked pretty good.

Time to get my own nosh now.
Apart from undercooking the veggie burger, overcooking the chips (fries), and the Heinz bean-filled potato croquettes, well; I broke another tooth eating a chip. The undercooked burger gave me the wind and runs. As for the bean-filled potato croquettes, Never again! I still have four of them left in the freezer, so if anyone fancies them and has a liking for eating cardboard, please come and help yourself. But, be warned, a taste rating of 1â…›/10 was given. Mostly mayhap to my lack of culinary skills, though? Guilty!

Went to get the pots washed, but the hot water was barely warm again. Hell of a dangerous job having to heat water in the kettle and saucepan to use. And how do I go on in trying to shave? I’d assumed the water would get heated again by now, but no! I didn’t shave yesterday, so must do it tonight somehow.

Cassie woke me up. I was deep in sleep and dreaming. Of a cyber-friend, Billum. He was at a laptop using a slide rule and kept cutting his finger? Cassie got the medications done and was keen to get away, not that she rushed anything, oh no. She asked if anything else was needed as she approached the inner door. There wasn’t. and I offered her a choice of drinks and nibbles. She only took a Tango drink… I think. Took the waste gag out with her, bless her cotton socks.

I decided to get a stand-up wash and shave and just make the best of shaving carefully. I should not have risked it, really. The water was barely warm still, and each time I refilled the sink, it seemed to be getting colder. When the water was really hot, as it has been for months now, if, or rather when I cut myself shaving, the hot water kept the bleeding down to a minimum. But not today, oh no! I stopped shaving, deciding that the hot water must surely be hot by the morning, and I have the shave then.

I settled to watch a programme on remembering the Twin Towers. But drifted off at the first set of commercials.

Inchcock: Saturday 10th September 2022

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02:05hrs: Sweet Morpheus shook me awake with more than the usual jump and jerk used. No need for that, even if I did need a wee-wee! I forced myself free of the clutches of the second-hand, £300, charity shop-bought, gungy beige coloured, rickety, c1968 recliner, stood up, caught my balance, and took the few steps to the NWWB (Nocturnal-Wee-Wee-Bucket)

What a wee-wee that was, worryingly. The bladder did not want to free its contents. When it did come, it was not worth the pain and effort of forcing things along. Not an easy one this morning, but at least there was no blood in it; mind you, there was so little evacuated it might have had blood in it cause I could hardly see it in the vastness of the grey bucket. It looked more damp than liquid. Hehe! I checked to find the Inchies . Very little, though, nowt to fret over.
The pain from the bladder drifted into insignificance as I stubbed my toe on the waste bin turning around; lack of concentration as I was looking for the slippers to get on. It was proper-cold this morning.

I took a snap of the morning view from the kitchen window. I’m having to use the Fuli camera, as the Lumix is having its battery recharged. I wish someone could do that with mine; hehehe! Not pleased with this picture at all and the BP photo was taken, but later on, was about as bad. Humph!

Got the Computer booted; to get the odeing and Cartoon done. Then, of course, changed my plan as I realised I had not yet finished yesterday’s blog.
I’m pretty well known for my cunctation, vacillation, and tentativeness. I could starve to death when making up my mind about what to have to eat. Hehe! So, I changed to updating the Saturday blog… it took me four hours to get it completed. The same sad old trait; I couldn’t stop adding things as I recalled them that I couldn’t remember yesterday. Tsk! Got it posted and started on the first of today’s little odes.

But not for long. Sam arrived. I was hoping for a decent nattering session. we did have a gossip, but nothing like a worthy one. She was agitating (is that the right word?) to get away. I delayed her by getting the can of Rum & Strawberry plonk, and a packet of Jacobs Leicester Cheese flavoured mini-cheddars out for her. She took the waste bag with her, only because I asked to, Humph! And off she trotted. ♥

I decided to get the Health checks done. I got out the Boot’s
sphygmomanometer first.
The SYS was a dangerously high 162. However, the DIA was well down from yesterday at 74. The Pulse was a reasonable 76, and body temperature was a smidgeon low at 32.5°f.

The BP analyser showed that the figure was down a lot via yesterday’s top edge in Hypertension One… which was just as well; cause had it been up, I wouldn’t have been here to waffle on about it.

I went back to the computer but forgot I’d made a start on the Ode and started making the political graphic of Liz at the top of this page.

I’m not going to bother with any more photos until the Lumix has fully charged. The first two pictures were embarrassing enough.

I changed again and got the Friday blog finished when I realised I’d not posted it yet.
Kicked of with his Saturday Morning clanging and banging, but fair does, not for long. I hope he’s not injured himself terribly painfully and is lying up there bleeding to death.

A bad one this time! I’d gone into the kitchen to sort out a meal and just opted to have sliced potatoes and roast-vegetable risotto Ready-Made meal and got the required foods out of the fridge; as I turned to take them to the counter, Peripheral Pete gave me an energetic right leg dance – it was only a 30-second twirl, but with the food in my hands, I didn’t get the stick in time. Clunk thud, I landed right on the offending knee!
But there was still a silver lining. Oh, yes! The veg-risotto and potatoes were still in their wrapper, so the food was rescued. Hahaha! A smidge shook up now. Well, I haven’t had a tumble since Tuesday, and I was getting a smidge overconfident, methinks?

While resting for a while, I made some more odes, parts two and three:

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After doing these, I still felt a little groggy, so got something to eat and settled in the second-hand, £300, c1968, overwhelmingly-sickeningly beige coloured, tatty, uncomfortable, wobbly-recliner.
I kept waking up, as per normal, but there was no inspiration nor desire to get up again. So I kipped woke – kipped and woke for another few hours, still no interest in getting up.

Eventually, the need for a wee-wee forced me into action. Hehe! And, in the wee-weeing – the action was the word! After getting to the NWWB (Nocturnal-Wee-Wee-Bucket), things started straight away this time! FPB (Forceful-Painful-Blasting) marathon of a wee-wee flowed out as if from a fireman’s hose pipe! Little Inchie has not hurt so much in months. To make things that little bit worse, I suffered a massive amount of   I think the bladder was making up for his lack of action recently. It was as if someone had pulled a plug and Whoosh!

I cleaned up, changed PP’d, and refreshed the NNWB, now being used in the daytime, and got my ponderously cumbrous, over-weight, massive-bellied body down on the recliner again. And I was soon kipping again.
When I woke up with a start, I checked the clock and read it as 22:25hrs. No Evening Carer has called! Or, have they been and fed me the tablets while I was half asleep and did not notice? Confusion Conrad took over.
Aha, thought I, I’ll check the Carers register. Nope, no one had been.

I’m not feeling too bad now,  can take them myself and avoid having to ring about them. I thought I’d give them some more time, so went to get a cold drink from the fridge and took this snap, with the battery charges Lumix, of the sun going down… Hang on, Inchie, I said to myself as the fog cleared in my brain for a moment… What’s the sun doing up there at this time of night?
I realised then that I’d misread the clock. (Thanks, Cataract Katie!) It must have been 17:35hrs!
A flipping good job I didn’t phone them, innit?
Back on the computer or the last Ode making.

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Feeling betterer now. I’ve got over the tumble and clanger over what the time was when I woke up last.
On to CorelDraw to make some tabs up.
Then made a J Sainsbury order for next Tuesday.
A final of the day photograph of the evening sky.

Evening all!

Oh, it’s morning!

Or is it night in America?

Friday 9th September 2022

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FRIDAY’s POLITICAL CARTOON

Thus, the desperation grows…
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Up at 03:00hrs:
Wee-wee, then WP Comments on the computer.
Trotsky Terence was losing his domination this morning. Constipation Konrad taking over. (They tend to do this regularly) The torpedo exited mega slowly, after several minutes of trying to force things along, and so painfully, too! Only a smidgeon of bleeding, though.
I got myself involved in updating the word list on XL. Hadn’t got the time, but that didn’t bother Doreen, letting me wander off the plot.

Carer Jodie arrived, see that I remembered her name!   ‘Okay, I had to ask her twice!’ Tsk! Soon got the medications sorted out. We managed a little nattering session, which suited me down to the ground. Jodie took note of the tap problem, it was leaking, and I begged her to let Deana know. Said she would, and then she departed, and I remembered to ask her to take the waste bag. Honestly! She returned later with the new month’s Medications parcel. Bless her!

I took this photo through the balcony window – using the Lumix setting for the ‘photo-through-glass’ option. Not bad, eh?

Got back and did actually start the blogging. Then Deana appeared with the emergency plumber to mend the leaking tap! ♥ Great! I tried to explain about getting no help with dementia, but Deana was busy and had to get back down at the office. I’ll try to catch her later on when I get back from Riverside.

I’ve had nine calls from an Asian-sounding person now. Six yesterday and Three this morning! Can’t hear a word they are saying. 4 -today now!

Then, got entangled in the word listing again – CLOT!
Got a final wash and readied to go down for the lift. Prepared the trolley and got the paperwork in the basket for the trip. I still don’t know if this is the right date or not? Still, all being well, I’ll find out soon.

Down to the foyer and waited on the arrival of the minibus. Plenty of rubbish around the end of the flats; this area is below the window photo. Plastic hypodermics? That’s what they looked like. A pair of heavy-duty socks. Nub-ends, what appeared to be spilt milk, and a mystery lump of clogged hair, that looked like a fur ball.

The van arrived ten minutes later.

The driver got me into a seat and the three-wheeler Walker in as well. I paid the fare… and then realised I had not got my hearing aids in. That did not go down well with the driver at all! The driver said, ‘Oh, you’ll manage!” [Sounding like I can’t muck about waiting for you!]). But, just in case the meeting was on, I had to fetch the hearing aids. I hastened with all alacrity back up to the flat; as I was getting the hearing aids, the phone rang yet again. I was going to leave it in case it was another of the mystery Asian-sounding person calling. But it stopped ringing anyway. What with door-to-door salesmen going around the flats, making one nervous to open the door, Con-artist phoning and my fear of answering the phone, druggies gear outside the front door… Ah, well…

The reluctant driver strapped me in again. And off to Bulwell, we travelled. Dropping me of in the car park at the Riverside complex, I thanked him, and he reminded me not to pay again. To tell the driver who picks me up that it has been paid for both ways.
Into the centre and to the receptionist in the library part. I asked if the P-Diabetes course was on today. She said to go down a corridor, she pointed to it, and the medical receptionist is in there. So, I limped down the corridor and into the reception room there. Asked the same question of the lone soul lady in there, and this caused a bit of a Sherlock Holmesian activity to be needed. Who is running the course? ‘Nathanial’ – What is the name of the course? ‘Erm…’. At no time did I think of doing the logical thing and getting out the folder to check for the name of the course! Which room were you in? ‘I don’t know; it’s been a different room each time?’ Eventually, after consulting some paperwork, the lady asked me; Did you say, Nathanial? ‘Yes’- Well, it’s not him!
Well, we that got sorted. Hehe! I decided I’d have time to get to Bulwell Market and get some window shopping in.

I meandered out of the hall, and I took a left turn. As soon as I got to the dead end of that corridor, with the fire alarm door, quick as a flash, I realised something had gone wrong! I had to leg it all the way back to the main receptionist…
And then turned left to leave by the door I entered… Huh! I should have carried on to the other end of the building and used that exit, which comes out a lot closer to Bulwell, but no, not me and Never the correct or logical options for us! This meant that it took me three times as long to get to Market Place, and I had to try and hurry things.

I went into the B&M Store purely to look for bargains in their food department. I got some bargain-priced cans of plonk for the carers; I must try again to get some more later if they’ve not gone up. Some cobs and a can of chilli-con-carne. Went into the Market stalls, not that there were many there, and got a bag of bird seed. I was thinking of going into Iceland to see if that branch has any of the NoBull burgers… But checked the time, and I had to hasten back to the Riverside for the lift back!

I threw half of the birdseed hastily as I passed the Leen river bank and almost went head-over-tit as I tripped on the broken tarmac on the pavement (again!). Got to the car park just in time, and the bus pulled in within a minute of my getting there. Phew!

A different driver who took a longer route back, not that it mattered it was all paid for. He offered to come up to the flat with me. I told him thanks, I’ll be okay. Gave him a choice of drinks in thanks from the trolley. Got into the foyer and round to the lift.

I went to have a look at the noticeboard. Which was a waste of time without the magnifying glass, of course.
Up in the lift, and finally home to the flat – with its leaking taps, con-men-calling, scammers phoning and a tenant in the grips of Dementia Doreen, Anne Gyna, and other unwanted ailments.
Got the purchases away. I made a brew, and started to update this blog. After an hour or two, I realised I’d not done the so, I did them.

Well, I think this looks better than yesterday’s results on the Chinese-made sphygmomanometerisationing figures. I’ll pop them into the Blood Pressure analysing site.


Just look at the graph!
The next stage up is dead. Hahaha!


Ah, I see now; I sometimes get there in the end, like, you know. Not always…
The SYS is at 141, a little high, perhaps. But the killjoy (Shouldn’t use that phrase here, should I?) It’s that blooming DIA again that’s shot up that caused this disaster of a result! The body temperature was fine, at 34.4°f. I think The Pulse was okay at 80bpm! Did I drop a Malapropism in this sentence?

Hello, the sky just quickly darkened. Owt to do with the BP reading, do yer think? A hidden message from the grim-reaper, mayhap? Har-har! Why am I laughing?

Better get something to eat the veggie burgers on wholemeal cobs, and some tomatoes sound appealing. It was not bad, either. Yet again, and I’m getting wee’d-off with myself for doing this… I took a photo of the meal, and didn’t realise I’d left the SD caned in the computer reader! Schpugglebogs! Gramshackle-Globberisations! Unglefrogwogglings! and Grrr! Although it looked decent enough, I’d well undercooked the imitation lamb steaks, forgot to put the tomatoes on the plate, and my putting a drop of BBQ sauce on it; turned out to be a dirty great dollop of it! Taste Rating: 3.5/10.

After doing the washing up, O took these two photos from the kitchenette window. I was absolutely overjoyed with them. For they gave me a few minutes of pleasant pareidoliaing.
Even (or maybe because of) the cataract I spotted in the top shot, two eyes and a nose, and a ghost.

In the second one, I found a mouse. But this one is pure beauty to me, Mother Nature with the sun and clouds combining to make a Picasso of their own.

Sweet Morpheus denied me any sleep at first. Then the Thought Storms kicked off, although not all bad ones. Usually, these storms have guilt, self-disgust, shame, frustration, fears etc. in them. But tonight, there were a lot of questions arising, ideas to be mused over.
How I know this, I don’t know. Cause in the morning, the facts contained n the Thought Storms had all been etherised!

Thursday 8th September 2022

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NO CHANCE OF GETTING A DIARY DONE TODAY
Obviously, the Doctors farce yesterday, the tumble on Mansfield Road, and getting Wednesday’s blog done, took me far too long, well into the morning. Today so many phone calls coming in, I thought for a minute I was getting popular… only joking! Then an Amazon delivery, and an Iceland delivery, knocked most of the things out of the fridge door when I got the shakes when supposedly filling it. That cost me another hour cleaning things up.

More phone calls from someone, a different voice each time, all with an Asian accent, but I just could not understand what they were saying. The first one I said, it’s no good I can’t understand you, sorry, and rang off. The Second one, who was a woman, got almost nasty when I said I could not understand what she was saying, and she rang off. I told each one that I was hard of hearing. Just had yet another call…  the same result, I rang off when he got shouting at me, which of course, made it worse for me to hear. Then another call. I almost didn’t pick up the phone. It was the lady from Community Transport, she will be calling in the morning to take me to Bulwell. Well, I thought it was for next week!

Afraid I’m totally lost now.
So I’ll put the Cartoon and ode on, and a few photos I’ve taken. But I need to get things sorted for the morning, and I’m getting myself all agitated again. The ablutions must be done tonight, ready for the early start tomorrow… gonna look a right twit if it isn’t the right day for the diabetes class? It’s gone 15:00hrs, so it will be a long job getting things as far as I can to post it off in the morning. I’ll have to rush things.

One visit to the Doctor, now I have two more appointments, hope I’ve got them right at least. Did Carer Richard tell Deana about the second change of dates for the Bulwell run? Have I got them tight on the calendar… All this, and a Doctor who isn’t interested in helping, giving advice at all. Then the fall. Sorry about this blog, but I can’t seem e getting caught up with all the problems amassing that need sorting, and no help now; Richard is off until Monday, Can’t get hold of either warden. That’s not their fault by the way. The door knocker who tried to sell me things may be back again, and I just feel confused. Sorry again.

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POLITICAL CARTOON OF THE DAY

Oh, Lucky me!

Iceland Delivery.

Balcony from inside
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Lousy night, constantly waking up, a mixed bag of dreams and nightmares.
CorelDraw problems. No hot water yer cause I left the hot tap on yet again! Carer Richard was in a rush again, so natterings were missed again! The poor lad was yawning away again.

Did some comments on WordPress. Then the above Iceland order came in.

Window cleaner Joe arrived, I did keep bothering him with my natterings.
Back on the Wednesday blog and got it finished. Gone midday already. No further Asian calls. I wonder if it was something important. If the Doctor ignores my plea for help with coping with Doreen’s Dementia, well, it’s getting worse. I am totally fuddle-brained over the Bulwell bookings
The two other appointments they made have both been changed since Deana spotted they had made one at eleven o’clock… at night!
It’s late now; I’ll get the ablutions done. Watch it… I bet I get a when I’m in the shower… if I ever in it. I’ll use new razors for shaving today. Made a start on this blog first. Tsk! The Carer will be here soon, must rush… TTFN.

Carer arrived, Sam, I think.
I was asleep in the recliner and half awake.

Thank heavens that I fell back to sleep. I was at least temporarily free of worry, self-hatred, fear and frustrations.

TTFN

Tuesday 6th September 2022

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What a mess! Got up late, ablutions Throne, Doctors things and list, Carer Richard, Shave changed checked emails. No time for blogging – I had to rush to get to the Doctor’s surgery on time. Three-wheeler trolley; hope I’ve got and done all that is needed, jacket, bus pass to get to the surgery, Carer Richards list of things to mention, etc. Fool! Going to walk back.
I’ll only flit through the happenings before the catastrophic events go to, in and coming back from the surgery.

Bless her busy heart ♥

Bless her busy heart ♥

Carer Richard was in a rush again, so a bit of rabbiting and nattering was lost there. I think he had extra calls on again.
After much messing about and feeling so unsure of what I was doing, I departed my little flat, and I went down to drop some treats off at the ILC’s (Independent Living Coordinators) office. I met Carol there, and she advised us that Esther is staying in South Africa for another fortnight, so Carol will do my laundry for me tomorrow. I was pleased to hear this; I like Carol.

Also, having missed out on a chinwag with Richard, it was heaven to see and speak to people at the bus stop. Christine, Carol, Deana, Frank, Mark… I was in my eyeholes, although concerned that I get to the surgery on time. The bus arrived, I dropped off on Mansfield Road, and I caught a bus a few stops into Carrington. Hobbled to the surgery, and it had changed so much from my last visit… naturally, that was years ago, I think.

Got into the reception, a new young girl there now. She was behind windows and plastic a bank would have been proud of. She was not too keen on me when I had to keep asking her what she said, ending up with a Hitler-like arm outstretched with a finger, pointing at the waiting area chairs. So I obediently sat down and got the crossword book and magnifying glass out… but I’d forgotten to take a pen with me. Humph!
I waited and waited. Folks were coming half an hour later and being called into the surgery. It was apparent that I’d made another cock-up with the timing?
Another fifteen or twenty minutes, and I summoned in.

“And what do you want this morning?” I handed her the list, and she typed things off of it into her computer. No signs of interest or concerns; until I told her about the last item, where I had a mind blank and memory blank, in Bulwell and came round hundreds of yards away, in the Pound Land shop.  She had another bash at the computer and told me to arrange an appointment with the receptionist for an advanced memory test. Then asked me if I’d booked my Flu jab yet; I swear I heard her ‘tut’ when I said no. Hehe!
She changed her mind about me arranging the visits and came out with me and told the receptionist, who gave me a card with the dates on it. I forced a thank you out and meandered out onto Mansfield Road for the walk back to Sherwood. For some reason, it was a memory prompting hobble, an Accifauxpa and injury-acquiring one, as I discovered later. Here are the photographs that were taken, to which I recorded my thought on taking each one: I do my bestest, despite Dementia, Doreen! Hehe!

Well, Tsk!

I caught a number 40 bus back up Winchester Street to the flats.
I called in at the Warden’s holding cell office. And showed her the appointment card, asking if she could arrange for a lift there each time, but I could make my own way back. She’s up to the neck in it but said she would – then she noticed something of a mystery; Dang dang dang Dang!


The new surgery receptionist had made a bloomer or two here! (And this, from the second-best surgery in Nottingham certificated, Sherrington Park!)

Deana told me she’d look into it for me and let me know. I thanked her and made my way up to the flat, intent on getting some Phorpain gel on the right knee; it was definitely worse than earlier.

Hobbling slowly now, through the Winwood Court passage to Woodthorpe Court, up in the lift and into the flat. I got the trousers off and checked over the knee from the front…

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Made a start on this blog, another late night? This could be serious?

Warden & Skiing Champion Deana called. To tell me the changed confirmed dates and times of the Doctor’s appointments.
19th September 11:00hrs – Mem Test.
24th September 10:30hrs – Flu – Pneumonia jabs.
I thanked her muchly. Then got the new times added to the Google Calendar

Sam, or erm… yes, I’m sure it was; arrived, not pressing the door tune button again! She’ll be the death of me. Talk about making me jump!
So late now, I’ve spent about six hours on this blogging. I’m going to get something to eat and catch up in the morning… Catch up in the morning? Did I really think that was a possibility?

, I’ve not done the yet, Humph! Better get on with them then – no rest for the wicked!

Well, I put in the analyser… Oh, dearie me!

Got some chips and veggie burgers into the oven. Going to have tomatoes, and the fresh raw garden was with it. 

That was the plan, as it turned out, I forgot to put the tomatoes on the dish – it could happen to anyone – with Dementia Doreen in their head. Tsk!
I took these two pictures with the Lumix on the ‘Auto’ option. It looked peaceful and calming to me, and I stood a while thinking things over… Until the sound of emergency vehicles, sirens and klaxons could be heard nearby. Twigged me back to reality!
I made up the somewhat larger than planned meal, got it on the tray, but could not resist eating some of the fresh raw pod peas before taking it through to the front room.
When I settled down with my feet up, the right knee went well down, but the rest of the leg bloated up with water retention. The banging and twisting it in the tumble, the reason I imagine?
I took the things through to the kitchenette and got them washed, and to my eyes, the sun was still in the sky as I saw it. So I took this picture, is it the sun, or a hole come gap in the clouds?

I washed things up and returned to the second-hand, £300, c1968, overwhelmingly-sickeningly beige coloured, tatty, uncomfortable, wobbly-recliner. Then walloped and rubbed in a lot of my Phorpain gel. The knee pain was still bad, although it was getting less blotchy and coloured all the time. MedPhorpainTo help me sleep; if Sweet Morpheus allows me to… less pain should mean fewer waking-ups.

– What an idiot! I remembered that I’d already taken an extra Codeine earlier, then another when Sam gave me the evening medications! I’ll have to look up the risks of taking too many Codeines. I’ll do it now…

Codeine should only be taken as a ‘top up’ or ‘rescue’ painkiller. Codeine may make you feel light-headed, dizzy or drowsy. Make sure you are at home when you take the tablets – Codeine can also cause constipation,
Allergic reactions (itch, hives, skin rash, redness, increased sweating, flushed face, difficulty breathing), death,  increased pressure in the skull (painful eyes, changes in vision or headache behind the eyes), fits (convulsions)
Other side effects: Confusion, dizziness, drowsiness, tiredness, changes in mood, nightmares, mental depression, restlessness/excitement, headache, hallucinations (seeing, feeling or hearing things that are not there), feeling sick (nausea), constipation, vomiting, dry mouth, abdominal pain (may be caused by spasm of the bile ducts), low body temperature, blurred or double vision, tiny pupils, (Sorry, not this; I thought it said extremely small penis) palpitations, low blood pressure, low blood pressure on standing, slow or fast heartbeat, malaise (general discomfort), pain and difficulty in passing water, uncontrolled muscle movements and rigidity, decrease in sex drive.

Hehehe! I’m sorry I bothered you now. All the red-coloured risks I’ve already got. So taking extra Codeine should make little difference to me.

I’ve just two pairs of the not-so-effective Morrisons PPs left.
But fear not, for tomorrow, all being well, I’ve got some fresh ones arriving from Amazon.
These  Depend Comfort type Protection Pants are not as thick as the chunky show-through your trousers Morrison ones.
They are cheaper than Morrison’s, but then again, Morrison’s prices have increased more than other places, so it’s not a surprise.
I find the Depend ones will protect in the event of any suddenly unstoppable wee-wee or blood from the rear end leaks, better than all the other PPs I’ve tried. Not a topic that should be on here, perhaps. But I know the benefit of using these pants. I’d like to pass this on to any other sufferers. Economical and trustworthy. Never let me down yet.

I got down in the recliner and dropped off in no time! Great! Besides that, apart from one waking for a wee-wee that had what felt like gallons of , Hehehe, I was in the land of nod for about six hours.

Sunday 4th September 2020

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POLITICAL CARTOON OF THE DAY

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Got my head down around 02:00hrs and woke up at 07:05hrs. So, a good five hours that I assumed and felt were straight through, no sudden wakings etc., pleased with that.
I was in need of a wee-wee within minutes of stirring, I limped over to the NWWB (Nocturnal-Wee-Wee-Bucket). I was almost going to take a photo of it… Why? I’ll tell yers; How anyone could fill an overnight wee-wee bucket the size of mine in five hours… Well, it’s surely impossible. Not for me.

And the other thing about it is I could not recall taking one, let alone how many it must have taken to fill the bucket three-quarters full. How did I have the wherewithal to hold that much water? Was I drinking in my sleep as well? The bottle of spring water was still nearly full. Erm?
Made up some waste bags, and I made a brew of Thompson’s Punjana. And very nice it was too!
I got the Health Checks done and got the photos onto CorelDraw for resizing. I found one that was another mystery of  Woodthorpe Court, with the hobgoblins, spectres, gnomai, phantasms, ghosts, grotesque succubae, extraterrestrials, ectoplasms, ghosts, or the Fatah Morganas that have been sent to taunt, irritate and terminate my already limited saneness of mind?
I did the Blood Pressure, and this photo was on the SD card in the Lumix camera when I went to get the photograph.
It appears that I must have been up and about somnambulating and eating when I thought I was sleeping peacefully.
I must remember to mention this to the Doctor on Tuesday’s appointment. It’ll be something else for her to ignore if nothing else.
A Sherlock Holmesian-like close investigation of the £300, second-hand, c1968, charity shop-bought, eyesorely-horrendously grungy coloured, Harold Haemorrhoid-testing, easily-falloutable from, unfit-for-use, not working, recliner; revealed some seeds from the cob on the picture – Verdict? Guilty! However, I shall be pleading Not Guilty by reason of insanity. I can’t it not failing. Hehe!

Back to the Boot’s sphygmomanometerisationing results.
SYS 160, DIA 75, PULSE 74 bpm, Body Temperature a decent 33.2°f.
When I put the returning figures into the NHS assessment site…
Things have gone up into the Red area quite a bit. Hopefully a one-off.

Jozeph arrived. Got me sorted with the medications. Remembered to ask if I needed an extra painkiller or Peptac, which I did. Forced a can of vodka onto him in thanks. He took the bags to the chute on his way out.

Around about 09:30hrs, I went on CorelDrawing to get some tabs made up. A series of mistakes, mostly due to either the Neurotransmitter’s failing or .
It might have been less time demanding and bother to Duodenal Donald if I had not made so many errors in making the original tabs needed. If anything was do-wrongable, it did!

Was on from today. None of them was proper concert length, Many short sorts of skits of tap-tapping with the odd clunk here as there. Although in the late afternoon, he got very inventive, and he gave me a thud-clung followed by a whining noise, it made a nice change.

Got Josie’s nosh prepped, all the veg in, and a tin of Chilli-Con-Carnie to add later on.
I put some extra onions in this time. Kept tasting it as it progressed until I thought it was good enough for Josie. Turned it off to warm later.

Aha! The nail cutters and Pistachio nuts had arrived.
Got them unpacked, cutters in the draw, and the bag of Pistachio kernels in a screw lid plastic container.

Well, not all of them. Hehehe!
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♫ Food Glorious Food ♫, Well, for Josie. Time to get her meal and treats ready.
Got the tray filled up. A large bowl of chilli-con-carne, another serving in a food container for her tomorrow. A can of Lamcello Superior Perry, 7% proof. Some English fava beans dried ready to nibble. A pack of Leicester mini-cheddars, separate tomatoes red & yellow, cheese rounds, a bar of Yorkie Chocolate, and a few strawberry jam chocolate-covered marshmallows. That should be enough for her.
She seemed content with it anyway when I delivered it to her door.

Well, that session has got to be one of the longest ever… but not as long as last week’s nearly an-hour session.
Constipation Conrad had taken over control this afternoon.
The crossword puzzling didn’t go well. It was too painful to concentrate. Last week’s 45 cracks in the ceiling had grown to 49 now… assuming I didn’t fall asleep and miss any. Haha!
After the true agony of forcing the submarine-sized torpedo out, and I stood up to nervously check on Harold’s Haemorrhoids, I nearly passed out, proper dizzy. I used ordinary Germolene on the rear end, but it’s not effective, just better than nothing – mind you, I’d better check on the reserves of that as well.

Trust this to happen when I’ve run out of Germoloid Cream and ointment. Should hopefully have some delivered on Monday. If Sainsbury’s doesn’t substitute it with shoe polish or a toothbrush, that is. As uncomfortable as I’ve been in a long while. Oh, please come early in the morning, Mr Sainsbury driver… but with the Germoloid Cream and or ointment, at all costs. PLEASE!

The evening Carer came in without ringing the buzzer, and with it getting darker now, I left the light off and looked right close up so I can see things easier. The gal came in a shouted out a greeting.  I nearly had a heart attack! Gawed struth!
We had a laugh over it (I’m not sure why?) and when she gave me the medications, had a quick natter.

Hello, another tune from him above. Sounded like heavy chairs being moved, followed by a few plopping noises. He’s getting very varied today with orchestrations of noise, A Master he is!

Going to get some nosh sorted out for myself now.
The massive chips (fries) were gorgeous. I had to cook them ten minutes longer in the oven than the instructions said to get them crispy, but hey-ho, it worked!
The pretend fish in BBQ sauce (canned) is the last tin; Humph! was lovely. The tomatoes were fine. Far too many chips on the plate… but I ate them all. Gannet! A worthy taste rating of 8/10 was given.

Nodded off in the chair. To be woken up when the cheery , I think it was Carer Cheeky Charley, but not 100% sure. I was half-asleep at the time. I think I gave her a nail-cutter as she left and a drink from the fridge. She took a waste bag as she left for me. This may not be accurate cause the memory was not good when I wrote this, and the notepad reminders were blank?

I went to wash the pots somewhat belatedly. I took these two Lumix photographs from the kitchen window, well, in fact, I took four of the sky, but only this one was usable. I tried different settings to no avail; all too dark. I’d chosen night options, but it wouldn’t come any lighter.
I then took four pictures of the main view. Again only got this one; the others in any setting were just too dark to use.
When I put these on in the morning, I could have cried at how pathetic they came out. (Bottom lip protruding!)

Stripped and washed, but would not shave or shower. Too risky, a few mild routines and some vicious attacks nearly had me over as I stood at the sink. I dare not risk shaving.

Got the jammies on and carefully made my way to check things before getting my head down. It was another good ten minutes before I got down in the £300, second-hand, c1968, cringingly-beige-coloured, not-working, rickety, incommodious, grotty recliner.
I put the TV on, which is always a good aid to nodding off. But the whittling in the brain about had I forgotten something returned,  and I had no option but to get up and check the balcony door was shut – it wasn’t, so I missed that one earlier, which did my worryings no good!
I settled down again, and I was soon back with sweet Morpheus. Just one more check on the stove and kitchen taps (faucets).

Shot awake yet again, convinced I had left the tap running in the bathroom!
I may have panicked a smidgeon and given my little left toe a drubbing right on the corner of the sock glide.

After this, sleep was not an option.

Saturday 3rd September 2022

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THE WANDERER? HIS BRAIN

TODAY’S POLITICAL CARTOON
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DIARY

01:00hrs: Started making the template and graphics to make this blog with. galore were made over the next two hours.
was in full Incapacitating-Mode! Using her mighty Memory-Muddling skills.
were guaranteed by the danged , in turn, brought on by Pete. Some bad mistakes and damage were made, needing a lot of putting right, by just two most ill-timed attacks from . How I managed to clear the fault caused in Word (Being used for the Ode) and get it working again was nothing short of a miracle. For I had no idea what I was doing. Phew!

Around 05:00hrs, I went to put the kettle on to brew my first mug of Glengettie tea. Then decided to get them sorted out.
Another pleasant set of return figures this Saturday.
SYS 138, DIA 68. The Pulse, I could not read, with these eyes, 70-something I think it was.
Whereinsoever, the resulting graph showed me well down into the Amber, yet again. I’m doing well on these lately, am I not?
Just in case I misread some of the numbers on the terrible smudgy photo I took of the still working Sphygmomanometer, manufactured by ZDEAC (Zhongshan Daguan Electrical Appliance Company Ltd) in Guangdong, China
Put the kettle on, and I needed to go off to the wet room again.
Another tough one to get moving, keep moving, then tough to stop moving – though to stop; because the came in. The smell in the wet room was crude and chronic; well, it would be. Everything was so freshly delivered, Hahaha!
I got finished, bleeding again from the rear end. Three times in a row now. I sprayed some freshener around the room so it didn’t filter into where Carer Sam was. She got the medications sorted and given. a mini-natter gave her chocolate from the fridge as a thank you, and she took the waste bag with her to the chute for me. Thanks, Sam.

On with the blogging again.WordPress is not letting me into the comments drop-down list. So I had to get at in a roundabout way through the My Site link. That’s not working either. So, had to go on the comments side link. Not ideal with my eyesight; so easy to misread them or get the wrong one… !

But Mr Fatigue visited, so I had to stop and try to catch up with some Sweet Morpheus time. But guess what convinced me to do so?

: for an hour or so. Then I got back onto the computer and swiftly nodded off again.
Not a snooze this time, but fully-blown snoring and waking myself up with a jerk repeatedly session. how the hell I stayed on the little swivel chair? Especially with the rampant being the cause of so many jump-awake episodes!
I feared I might have missed the Amazon delivery. (Only some socks). So thought I’d better check on the intercom – it was showing 8 missed calls! Which convinced me I must have missed him.
I went to look out of the door in case he might have left them there, but no.

I made an early meal and, at last, created a decent tasting one. I cooked some vegetables in the oven and made some gravy with them. Put them in a plastic tray. And made up[ some instant potatoes, Inchcock style: Liquid salt, mock-bacon bits, and cheese all bashed up together. Put the tray in the microwave oven for 20 seconds. Added some of my favourite smoked BBQ sauce, and I tucked into it. Made a little too much mash but still ate it all slowly! Flavour Rating: 7.8/10! Washed what few things needed it, had a wee-wee, belched and savoured the flavour that came up with the wind. Hehehe!

NokiaI got back to the computer, amazingly still tired, and got a call on my Nokia 9 Pureview Mobile, with its Android (Pie) updatability, Corning Gorilla Glass 5, Octa-Core Gold CPU, 4K@30fps, 1080p@30fps, HDR video, USB Type-C 3.1, %x12 MP. 28mm Camera, Bluetooth, A-GPS, Fingerprint (under display, optical), accelerometer, gyro, proximity, compass, barometer, Li-Po 3320 mAh, non-removable, fast charging 18W, Quick Charge 3.0, USB Power Delivery. Fast wireless charging 10W – Qi Battery.

It was Jenny calling to tell me she had left some tomatoes for me outside the door. She was suffering from back pain again. So I said thank you for the tomatoes, and I will drop some painkillers off for her. I hastened down with some good pain-relief tablets and handed them to her. A lovely pair, Jenny and Frank. I do hope they can ease her suffering a little. ♥

Back down and put the Jenny donated tomatoes in a cool cupboard. By gum, they look good.

Back onto the computer. Straight away, I was visited by none other than .
Despite her best attentions, I fell asleep again! Another hour lost. Waking up with the usual jump and in need of a wee-wee, I found the bucket rather full.
So, I took the bucket to be emptied and sanitised. And to use the Porcelain for passing the wee-wee.
I must have been within 3-ft of the intercom when it flashed.
It was the Amazon man with the socks. He was in and up in no time, a smile on his face, too!
So I offered him a choice of treats in thanks; from the radiator top.
He opted for the Tango orange drink.

Sarah arrived. In a good mood tonight. As she came in, she noticed my Tork hanging on the pegs in the hallway. She whipped out her mobile and took a selfie while wearing the hat. Hahaha! Got the tablets sorted, still didn’t remind me of I needed any Peptac or Pain Gelling. Then again, only Carer Richard asks that. Nice gal, Sam (If I’ve got the right name?) She took the waste bags with her as she left. ♥

Finally, I got back on the computer. WordPress had not forwarded the answers to the comments that I made yesterday. More time lost.
I went to see if any sunsetting photos could be seen from the kitchenette window. I hadn’t realised how time had passed; it was dark and dank out there.

Photographicalisation No. 1:
Not one that would normally get posted here on the Inchcock Today blog. Wasn’t it awful!
Photographicalisation No. 1: Ah, yes, that’s a bit betterer. There were no , or shakes as far I could tell, that could be blamed for the first disaster of a picture? Not that the second one is a very good mind.

I visited the WordPress Reader section next: it let me get into it this time.
Got this blog finished and posted off.

Thursday 1st September 2022

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PHOTOGRAPHS FROM WEDNESDAY EVENING

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This diary is light in content; sorry about this.
Another busy day of hit and miss,
Busy, busy, and I kept falling asleep,
Jilly calling on me cheered me up a heap!
I need to take the advice of Little Bo-peep!
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Up at 06:00hrs, after good doc & mind demanded sleep. (4Hrs)
Blood Pressure checked, sphygmomanometerisationing. The SYS 147, DIA 76, Pulse 81, the pulse was up a bit at last. The body temperature was just fine at 34.0°c. Then I put the figures into the monitoring site, not the NHS this time, to see how they came out.

It was in pink and out of red, which was pleasing to see.

Needed a belated wee-wee; they started late today. No idea what that means or why I mentioned it, really. No urgency about it, though. I took the NWWB (Nocturnal-Wee-Wee-Bucket) to be emptied, cleaned and sanitised. En route, the need for the became apparent. I think Trotsky Terence is losing his grip on control of the evacuations a little. Much bleeding from , which have not bled for a week or more. Cleaned the bucket and WC and decided to get the task of the done.
A few cuts shaving and the gums bled a bit doing the teeth. I’ve lost more blood today ablutionalisationing than for many a month. I wonder if the Warfarin level has gone up? Anyway, no pains with it.
In the shower, I got a bigger shock! Harold’s Haemorrhoids were pouring out the blood, down my legs, frit me to death nearly, at first! Not being able to see it properly with the and the shower running, it looked worse than it was. I was amazed that the Germoloid cream had not stopped its flow. After showering, I got the spyglass and checked on the Germoloid tube… Boing! I’d been putting on Germolene by mistake. Not only that, after a good ferret around, I found I had no Germoloid cream at all left! Must order some more ASAP. (Of course, I forgot all about doing it!)
Dried off and fully (nearly) medicated, and with fresh clothes and PP’s on, I found myself back in the recliner and fast asleep, with the computer left on sleep mode, and when I was woken up an hour or so later, when arrived, I was out of it. Can’t remember much about his visit at all, just odd bits, but they are blurry.
I’m not surprised. I think I was up for 22 hours on the trot, no wonder I was heavy-eye-lidded. After Richard had gone, I sank back into a deep sleep again!
The landline burst forth and flashed! I could have cried! Hehehe! Half-asleep still, I rose from the c1698 recliner, , but got to ut before they rang off. It was the kind-sounding lady from the Easylink transport to confirm she will be here in the morning at 10:20hrs and the return time and destination. I thanked her very much for taking the bother to let me know and how I appreciated it.
The Toe-Stubbing turned out to be a serious one, I’d hit the tow that the chiropodist had cut on my last visit, and now that was bleeding – made a bleeding mess of my slippers as well. Tsk!
It took me yonks to get it cleaned up; toes are not easy to reach nowadays. Haha!
Of course, I’d still not started on the blog yet, and it is nearing midday already!
Virg DownDespite all the ailments and bleeding, it felt good that and had eased off after two or three days of agony giving between them.
So it’s not all bad,
and He did it again!

I tried to work out how many times this overpaid, money-making, incapable,  supercilious did I say overpaid? number-crunching, customer-hating, prestidigitation, legerdemain,  and clever illusion-giver that he knows anything at all about running an internet company; Fries, boss of Liberty-Global (Worth around US$ 14.86 billion)  and Virgin Media, has gone down in the last two days. Eight, at the least. Just thought I’d mention, like.

The sun was coming around to face the flats. I took this picture in sunset mode with the new to me but old Panasonic-Lumix camera. Not very good, was it?
After this, the mind-blanks came as I started to feel tired, and much of the afternoon was lost to me. The few photos I’d taken helped trigger the memory a tad.
The evening carer arrived; Sam, I think her name was. We had a little chinwag after taking the medications. She chose a can of Tango for the thank you treat and took the waste bag with her as she departed.
I was doing the blogging after she’d gone, and I went to get a cold drink from the fridge.

I‘m so glad I did. As you can see in the top picture, the sun was barely visible on the horizon; I hastily got the Lumix camera, took this one, and then I zoomed in to get a close-up of the tiny bit of sun still showing.
Not a bad effort for me, I thought.
I’ll not mention that I had to take seven shots to get one that was usable. Haha!
I got back into computing; it was a hard slog. It always is, just lately. when the eyelids start dropping, concentration fails me, and the usual tiredness-prompted ailments start kicking off. Making the job no pleasure at all. and I’m sad to say, began to stab away at me.
Nowhere near completed the blog yet, so I’ll abandon it and hope and pray I get time to finish it in the morning. It’ll test my concentration then, having to sort out times and needs for the Diabetes session. Got to be done; I just hope I do better at it than the last time.
Back in a few hours… I hope.

Tempted to sing, ♫ Food Glorious Food! ♫. But it wasn’t so good after all. The veggie pasty was not nice at all. I shan’t be getting those ones again.

Overall Taste Rating: 3.5/10.

06:25hrs: ♫Morning has broken…♫ It needn’t have bothered me. I’m not up to it today. Woke up with an automated-instant-depression hanging over me – EQ telling me things were not going to go well: unfortunately, he is usually right in his warnings of doom, failure and frustrations forecasting!
Got the done, again in auto mode: for worries from nowhere were developing of the days prospects. Hope I’m wrong!
Still, the SYS 128. DIA 66 and Pulse were at 70 bpm, and a body temperature of 33.3°f was not to be sniffed at. The best set of results for six weeks or so! Grrreat!

Tackled next, as I was finishing, the door chime burst into life; I heard it because I’d left the wet room door open.

I realised at the ♫ Oh Susana ♫ played that I had not unlocked the door. Luckily I’d just got the trews on, so was semi-decent to go and admit the Carer.
A new to me gal pointed out my head, chin, and neck were bleeding. I thought the shaving had gone well, but. The gal got some paper towels and dried up the nicks for me. She’d tried to get in the key box but could not. The gal is not on her own. About eight other carers have had similar problems.
Being Friday, they are still charging me for doing the laundry (Wonder if Fries owns Meridian? Haha! So being as I’m paying for it, I chatted away with the gal.
Unfortunately, after asking her what her name was – twice, I did not write it down straight away. Thanks to you, Doreen Dementia! However, I am pretty sure that maybe her name was Joanne or Josie. Jeanie? Perhaps. A nice gal who took the waste bags with her.

I got on the computer to update this as soon as possible and get it sent off to WordPress. Then get ready the things needed for the Diabetes Session.

TTFNski!

Tue/Wed 30-31st August 2022: Diary

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Starting with a Funny that tickled me!
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03:30hrs: Wee-wee searched for reading glasses. Struggled to get some WP comments answered.
Trotsky is in charge again, all over in seconds, but not so messy.
A few little cuts shaving, one half-hearted toe stubbing. Sorted bags. And onto the computer to update yesterday’s blog. Picture of meal missing? then…

Lost without the internet,,, So pottered about in the kitchen, sorting the cupboards out… well, moving stuff about, I wanted to check use-by dates, of course, I couldn’t read them thanks to the internet still off, so…

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I went to get the Boots sphygmomanometer and found the reading glasses… I could so easily have broken them. I kicked them along the carpet. I must have dropped them off during the night from the recliner. Tsk!
Ah, well, all well with them.
The blood pressure was in the red, but only the lower reds,
SYS 150, DIA 79, Pulse 70 0r 78, I can’t make the number out, Humph! Cataract Cathy!
Body temperature was 33.5°f, okay.

Then I tried the computer again,
I spent hours getting nowhere; well, I did get somewhere – in a muddle!
  I feared he was going to fall asleep, the poor thing was musical yawning, and I wonder how his teeth didn’t fall out… oh, no, he doesn’t wear them at work, I’ve forgotten why. Hehe!
I seem to have scribbled on the notepad; ‘Snabbled our BG?’ I bet my cyber mate, Billum, could work out what it was I meant to write. Hang on, I’ll take a photo of it, so he can peruse it for me; if he doesn’t mind, sorry to keep you waiting.
I’m back.
I tried the internet again, thanks to Mr Fries, it was on again! For about ten minutes, then:

The Morrison food farce arrived.
Leaking bangs where the ice pack had broken, ready bruised bananas again!
And the bloke wasn’t too keen on bringing them up to the flat.
Service seems to be a thing of the past nowadays.
He did bring them up eventually,
Got the things away and back on the computer quick before it goes off again. Fries the shady one full of smoke, contempt and lies!
Certainly earning his money is Liberty-Global, Virgin Media money-man Fries. His smoke and mirrors, thaumaturgy, and number-crunching in other parts of Liberty-Global must surely be paying his wages. For he is sadly lacking in knowing anything about customer satisfaction or how to run an internet providing service… service? Hah!

I got some progress done on the Snippets blog and had to stop and sit down… well, make a meal first, of course.
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Got into the right state of affairs, getting the meal sorted out and served up. ① Spilt a load of raw pod peas on the floor! ② Burnt a finger getting the cheese pastie from the oven.③ Not only dropped a sliced cob on the floor,④ I trod on it as well! Just to round things off, ⑤ Forgot to take a knife & fork with me and had to return to get them from the kitchen. Naturally, in a bit of haste, I cut myself on the knife, grabbing it quickly from the holder. Some good came of the travesties, though; The meal was great, even if not as hot as I would have liked. Hahaha! Taste Rating: 8.3/10.
Plus, the joy of falling asleep!

I must have had a decent kip cause the next thing I remember was two carers in the room pottering around. A none buzzer-presser. That Or I didn’t hear it or, of course. Sam and Joanne, I think it was. Tablet issued. We did have a little natter, but what about is beyond me. Treats were chosen, and I went to the door with them to lock it.
Back to the front room, thinking I’d better make a brew, then get some computing done on the blog.
But No!,
I did get some p[hotographicalisationg done from the kitchenette window.
The beauty of the sun setting, I could not resist taking,
The first one to my right,
The second one is straight ahead,
and the third slightly to the right.
Bootiful.
Then got the pots washed up and had a wee-wee; not have many of those today; what a nice change. Then I stubbed my toe, not a bad one!
A gorgeous night out there.
My plan for getting caught up on the blogging was abandoned – in favour of getting back to sleep,
Which I did rapidly, back into another dream-filled kip for two hours or so. Then needing another wee-wee, then feeling guilty for not doing the blog, it was back in the recliner again for even more time with Sweet Morpheus. So annoying that I could not recall what the dreams entailed.

Starting with possibly the worst ever…
Ode wot I’ve ever wrote!

Sorry!

Now Today’s Funny Cartoon

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I got up in the morning in need of painkillers and a wee-wee, Both of which were taken.

Coming out of the wet room after Cleaning the NWWB (Nocturnal-Wee-Wee-Bucket), the most fantastic view coming through the kitchenette window almost took my breath away. How the sun or moon was getting through at this time of day remains a mystery. (although I had no idea what time it was, Hehe) I had a few minutes of pareidolia pleasure. Back in the £300 second-hand, c1968, charity shop-bought, eyesorely-horrendously grungy coloured, Harold Haemorrhoid-testing, easily-falloutable from, unfit-for-use, not working, recliner.

But, Sweet Morpheus was not interested. After a few curse words, I again rose from the depth of the dusty chair and immediately got on with updating this blog… well, no, starting this blog template! After a few hours of failures, mistakes and getting all worked up and agitated, followed by Anne Gyna kicked off, and she had not stopped all day. Even now, 20 hrs later, she’s still at it, and I’ve used all the Peptac medicine! Again. Then, the worst thing that could have given me more grief happened…


Right pee’d off, Which didn’t help Anne Gyna a bit! The Peripheral Neuropathy ailments were on and off all day as well. The little fingers… Oh, I don’t think I’ve mentioned it yet. Now the left little digit has joined the right one in trying to wrap themselves around the other fingers. No pain with it! But try typing when the bambino’s fingers are sticking out or in all the time. It takes me so long to get anything done; the eyes are getting worse. And try picking your nose with wayward do-as-they-like digits… I got one stuck up my nose earlier, and then one nearly poked myself in the eye! Cooking and making tea can be a challenge, but the most annoying is the computer keyboard. With the Nicodemus’ Neurotransmitters going offline at any time, one cannot feel a sense of touch when they do. So no doubt the CorelDraw problems could be due to this? It got much worse late when joined in the attack! Moan over!

I gave up on the computer, and the were tackled. The Boots Sphygmomanometer, which was manufactured by, ZDEAC (Zhongshan Daguan Electrical Appliance Company Ltd) in Guangdong, China, was utilised.
SYS 150, DIA 67, Pulse 67, and temperature at 33.4°f. Which I thought was pretty fair.
But the NHS site I put the figures in, still had me in the red zone again. Still, it was only just in it. I was more concerned with getting the blog done than with these results. As soon as the BP was done, I got onto the computer and rebooted it. Guess what? Fries strikes yet again!

You know, how some people really get to you? It used to be Tony Blair with me years ago… but not now. Now it’s Mr Fires of Liberty-Global, who convinced his bosses to pay $15 billion to buy out Virgin Media from Mr Branson. There have been glitches and or internet cut-outs every single week since, for years. How does the man keep his job?
I suppose his knowledge of what the smoke and mirrors, money-manipulating Liberty-Global have been up to with all their financial figure-shuffling and chicanery is stopping them from getting rid of him? I read in the financial press that apart from the £24m salary, he gets shares in the company and an expense account. Of course, it doesn’t bother me in the least.

Carer (Yawner) Richard arrived. We had a quick natter after he’d done the medications. I forgot to tell him I was short om the Peptac medicine, Humph! The lad is so tired of a morning, and this morning he had to shoot off early: he’d got another call added on again. Bless him, a nice lad.
I forgot to mention, earlier, the sky had changed dramatically, and while pottering about, I took these rather astounding photos, well, no. The view I took the photographs of was the astounding thing about it.
I can’t remember when I took them no.

The intercom went off while I was in the kitchen, so I heard it. Went to investigate, and it was an Amazon delivery man. When he asked if I was coming down to collect it, his tone of voice and attitude left me in no doubt he was never going to bring it up! Git!
So, I had to get the slippers on, a time-consuming job in my condition and went to the door to go down. And Carol was approaching the door with the package. Now that was really kind of her. ♥

At last, Liberty-Global, Virgin Media, Fries, internet came back on. I’d been doing some word collation while I was waiting,

The landline flashed into life it was Jillie Cartwright; bless her. We had a natter, but I could not hear everything the gal said. I think, nae, hope, she’s popping in to see me tomorrow. ♥

I spent the next six hours on this blog and was shattered. All the usual time-costing cock-ups! And by 02:00hrs in the morning, I am still working on it! But had to give up when the evening carers called. The gals did me, selected their treats, and I got on with doing more of this blog… for another four hours!

Had to stop around 05:00hrs, try to get this done and posted and get something to eat before the Carer called.

The photos I took of the sunset tonight, I’ll try to get them in tomorrow’s blog. But it’s the diabetes meeting, and I have to… Oh, you fool Inchcock – it’s Thursday now, not Friday! Oh, dear!

TTFNski

Local News Snippets – Part 23â…—ths

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DCI Billum checks the crime figures.
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A little far away from Nottingham, but a names-sake? Just look at the crimes on the first day. “One reveller said: It is uplifting and warming!” What is either uplifting or warming about 209 arrests, 96 assaults, 36 possessions of drugs, 63 possessions of offensive weapons, 27 public order crimes, 12 sexual assaults and a murder? Not to mention Gawd knows how many pick-pockets were at it… Still, some of the gals beat them by wearing very little clothing… Hahaha!

Nottingham August Naughtiest – well, some of them…

Infinite Hospitalisation? What? Does that mean if he gets cataracts, he’ll get them done? I’ve waited two years already for mine to be done… I’m waiting on diabetes treatment, dentists, the audio clinic, and help with vascular dementia. As for Peripheral Neuropathy and my neurotransmitters dying, the only advice or help I was given was at the Mary Potter Health Clinic: “We can’t do anything about this it’s impossible to mend dying nerve ends” 

And this scumbag, I bet if he gets any of my ailments, he’ll not have to wait three weeks for a Doctors appointment. Not that it pisses me off or bothers me when murderers, perverts and the like get looked after.  

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Covid Confusion?
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I got a Green Symbol!
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They should not be using the money paid by victims’ families of members killed by the Parole Board freed convicted killers to Murder again! To pay for crap denials like the one above!

And sentences being given out to murderers, farcical!
Then, Parollers free them early – contemptible!
My views, of course, are seemingly empirical,
And to many, will appear to be esoterical,
But not to family members, who will be inconsolable…
When a freed-early killer, Parollers guilt, is undeniable!
Murders again, Patroller prosecutions are possible,
Parollers are utterly disregardful…
Each freed killer’s victim they’ve killed themselves!
But get no blame attached; they make me so rageful!
Unfair, overpaid, you’d think they were sadists or Royal,
They certainly are killing people…
With no remorse, care, nor feeling fearful…
I’d love to give them more than an earful!
Thinking of these murderers, I think excremental!

When the August revelations are made available,
I’ll reveal those murdered and accosted, however eristical,
Crime nowadays seems to be acceptable…
Personally, I find violence detestable…

Nottingham, The Queen of the Midlands!