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Thursday 30th July 2026
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I took off and emptied the nocturnal night bag, cleaned the room’s furniture. Then had a wash, shave, and was about to clean my teeth, and the intercom rang out. I got to the panel, but it had gone wonky again: no sound, but it showed the view for a second. It was a food delivery.
My depression sank again. Why the Hell, how the Hell, did I order food again? I think I may have made the order for next week; later, I found it recorded for next Thursday on my calendar. I tried to blame it on my Arithmaphobia, the Premorbid Cognitive Impairment, Toothache Tiffany, Fractured Knee Frank, Arthur Itis, anything but myself. I lost the plot there again.
He helped me get the food into my carriers. Then asked me to amend my telephone number on the J Sainsbury site; he tried to phone me earlier, and the number JS gave him was not recognised. Also, next time you get the day wrong, or forget it, or are unprepared, I can call. Hehe!
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I tried to get my slippers and protection pants on. Coped with the PPs, but the slippers were too painful.
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He took this shot of my extremely long-nailed, painful, Raynaud’s phenomenon-ridden toes. But the legs and feet have lost all their swelling. He is doing a long visit at noon. I asked him to replace the day Catheter bag. He still thinks it is two-week changes.
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I got on the computer and swiftly got lost with what I was doing, done or going to do. Thus, three hours later when the Carer returned, I’d only just updated yesterday’s blog.
I asked him again if he would go shopping with me. No answer. So I pointed out he refused to yesterday, saying he’s going tomorrow. I had to convince him, and showed him the vegetable stew I’d been making. How can I have a vegetable stew without potatoes? He scowled a little, but I put pressure on him and by the time he’d dressed me and we got to the bus stop, he was back to normal. Sat on the bench with his mobile out.
We were soon in Sherwood, and walking up Mansfield Road towards Ozan store, Carer told me we must hurry. I said I’m doing my best, and gave him an Inchie stare-
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Paid up, and back up to the bus stop. Carer sat down on the floor near the bus stop; due in 18 mins and back on his mobile. I kept talking to him, which was not appreciated. So rabbited on even more. Hehehe!
Back to the flats, and the lad seemed to cheer up a smidgeon. Hobbled through the three flat block sections, and in the lift back up to my cell.
Carer got his coat on. I said farewell; he said, Arnie-like, I’ll be back. Haha!
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Back to the computer, still struggling to concentrate. Jenny’s hubby, Frank, came in with dried laundry for me. So kind of him. Bless him.
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Carer came for the 16:00hr call. Medications issued.
I was feeling drained
It’s been around erm… I believe it was April when I went for the preop checks, when I had a seizure. and got another last week. It’s been a long time, and I’ve got to wait again now for the operation, well, lasering. Jenny had a similar kerfuffle; she was telling me. When she finally got to have the operation, they decided not to do it! Poor Jenny!
I struggle with seeing the keyboard, especially worse in the afternoons and evenings.
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Carer Mirza did the last call, and very Welcome. The lad is a Gem. I was so tired. I still hope for a miracle, and Mirza & Ejaz can start visiting me again. But, with me deciding to try and cut out the long visits done by the uncaring young bully-boys, I’ll stand no chance now.
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TTFN, Keep safe, and Good Luck!
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Category: Memory blanks
Inchie Today: Wendnesday 29th July 2026
WEDNESDAY 29th JULY 2026
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Astoundingly, he was right, once again! Worra Rotten Day!
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I’m not going to record everything; it’d take too long; I can’t remember everything anyway. The first thing I realised was the absence of calls to the Porcelain Throne. 
An absolute feast it was. Raw fresh garden peas, potato-curls, and a packet of bacon-bits in the six thick slices of sourdough bread, with Teriyaki sauce. And two yellow tomatoes. May I have mayhap eaten too much and blocked the innards up? Hehe!
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I mosied, well, hobbled into the kitchen to make a brew of Glengettie tea; remembering I smashed a precious mug the other day, and taking extra care with this one.
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I picked up the receiver, said, ‘Good morning’, and a strained female said something along the lines of: “Wot time do yer call that gerrome?” Silence fell for a few seconds followed by, “Oh. I am a C_ _ _! I’ve rang the wrong number, ain’t I?” Then the dialling tone returned. I was sniling to myself as I tripped over the laundry bag. And fortunately fell to the right, and leaned into the bed. Thus saving a possible trip to the hospital. Which is so bad these last few visits.
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Chronically depressed about the things that happened today. Can’t pull myself of of it.
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Although Matron calling usually picks me up, well, it did, but it didn’t last long once she’d gone. All did was tell her of my woes. Bless her.
Depressed like never before.
The Red Cross engineer who called as well, to service & check on the bed, was a grand chap. He told me to ring my quack and ask to be referred to an O.T. I think I have been, but am not sure.
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Still not paid a visit to the Porcelain Throne.
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The helpful RC man,
and Jenny’s email.
It’s not me today; I’m so depressed.
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Thursday morning, catch-up. Feeling a slight bit less down; a sense of acceptance of failures is easier than fighting a losing, unwinnable battle.
The first incident, accident, or failure will, of course, bring out my frustrated temper with myself of late.
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19:00: Meal of the day.
TASTE RATING: 5.2/10
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All the best, oh, the UK has now got blazing trees on the South Coast. Expect more, we’re told on the news.
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Sussex Fire
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Inchie: Tuesday 28th July 2026
I thought I’d caught an alien invader.
Come to see Europe’s raging wildfire?
I had a minutes-worth of Ataxia,
Did they bring weapons, armamentaria?
“‘Twas the light bulb’s reflection, “I get dafter!
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Last night’s meal left me with digestion,
How did it taste? A Good question,
My rating was 3.5 out of 10!
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TUESDAY 28th JULY 2025
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06:30hrs: Bounced out of bed, removing the night pouch as I jumped over the wheelchair and did a few minutes of shadow boxing, as I hummed the National Anthem.
A hundred or so press-ups later, then some squats and toe touchings, and I needed the Porcelain Throne…
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Alright, I’ll start again then…
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I begrudgingly woke up with bladder pains of the flowback nature. My immediate thought was: Shit! I’ll have to get a taxi to the QMC A&E now. Naked, I instantly started finding problems before checking first.
Another £30+ in taxi fares, then a wait of four-and-a-half hours like last time, waiting to be seen. Blood and urine bursting out through the fungal lesions on my 
I checked the night bag to find I’d left the smaller day bag on overnight! That was the problem giving me the backflow to the kidneys. I emptied it straight away, and slowly, after emptying & taking an Oxycodone.
I noticed my eyesight was much worse this morning, put oil in the ears, and drops in the eyes.
Then all the other unsettled, unsorted, not solved issues came flooding in. Oligarchal British Gas & Virgin Media. CorelDraw, the bank farce, Neurology, EENT, Nutall Hospital… on and on these worries worried me.
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Some bother with the Carer this morning. I was in a right bad, gruff mood, and I kept finding things for him to do each time he sat in the recliner to use his mobile. I told him yesterday that we would go down on his longer call to get the keyboard I can see. He went through each of the clapped-out keyboards I had and found one that had packed up yesterday. Got it going, but it is still too much hard work seeing it in such a worse state.
I suggested we go to the computer shop to get a replacement; then he told me the man rang him and said he had no lit-up keyboards in stock. Doubts showed their faces, but I said we would go to the shop tomorrow. Then get some spuds, then call at the opticians to explain that I had a seizure at the pre-op meeting at the EENT, and had to wait six weeks to get another appointment; that was for two weeks later! Then we can catch a bus outside the opticians back to the flat. If I have time, he said.
I got him to mop the kitchen floor; it needs it nearly every day, with me being barefoot. Got him to clean between the fridge door; it was filthy. He returned to his mobile in my recliner. I asked him to check the dates on some food in a box behind the chair. Five minutes later, he was back sitting on the recliner, mobile recording.
I asked him to clean between the cupboards in the kitchen. But he just watched me do them instead. I did a decent job too. Then realised it was me who did them. I asked him to sort the dates in the fridge, and he said, “I’ve done enough now”!
So, I was busier than before he came on his second hour-long visit. Which meant that when he arrived for the 16:00hr medicine call, I’d barely started this blog!
I used to love doing the blog. I was so weary, foofy-eyed, and frustrated that I let him do his usual: more time spent on his phone than doing anything.
Which tempts me to accept the offer from the lady to be Carer for me, and get rid of the pathetic young Carer I’m stuck with. No problems with Misra, but he calls on me less often, and Carer Ejaz doesn’t call at all now.
I still sense an ulterior or hidden truth about the way I’m being treated. Shame.
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Sister Jane rang me, but I was at my lowest ebb in years at the time. I may have been less than appreciative, forcing a thanks for calling as I put down the phone.
Feeling ashamed and guilty.
The last time my balance was as low as this,
would be around about 1966.
I can’t write anymore.
I’m a gibbering wreck.
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I’m hoping that Carer Mirza comes tonight.
He did not come; another vote in favour of
getting rid of the Carers altogether.
Without the help of Mirza & Ejaz,
it’s just not working. I cannot see it working, and I cannot afford it. I need intervention from a safe source, PLEASE!
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Carer in other room as I prepped the meal.
Mizra would help me when using knives, knowing I drop and lose grip on things later in the evenings.
Dropped the mug Jenny gave me last time I broke one, grabbed at it and clouted my knuckles on the counter edge and missed the mug, which shattered on the floor. Carer appeared and got the mess cleared for me.
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I wondered for a moment if my plea to go into a home is proceeding or has been rejected? No communication re the situation. But with the crisis in Social Care and the NHS, I can understand if it is being refused.
But I can’t go on much longer financially, or emotionally, with the cost of the Carers, and the bank statements not being looked at yet, weeks after they arrived and I informed the relevant people. The Warden and the NCC Procurement. No communication re the situation.
Understandably, methinks, but it still makes one think about an existence amidst billions, and feeling useless, pathetic and abandoned.
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potato Curlies. I ate the lot!
Inchie Today: Sunday 26th April 2026
Got an ice cream from the freezer, settled into 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. My aim was to eat the ice cream cone while watching some recorded episodes of ‘Heartbeat’. This didn’t work out, fancy that!
I put down the ice cream cone to investigate why the TV was informing me there was No Internet Link, or something like that. 
Another of the mysteries of Woodthorpe Court, with the hobgoblins, spectres, gnomai, phantasms, ghosts, the grotesque succubae, extraterrestrials, ectoplasms, and spirits. Receptive Aphasia Phyllis, Paroxysmal dyskinesia, Episodic ataxia, Ménière’s disease, Dark, Deep, Depressing Darius, Peripheral Neuropathy Pete. The Catheter threatening to block, causing a mega-painful flowback, Nicodemus Neurotransmitters Dying, Glaucoma Gladys, Stuttering Stephany, Lymphorrhea Leslie, Premorbid Cognitive Impairment Inchie, the damned seizures, or the Fata Morganas that have been sent to taunt, irritate and terminate my already limited saneness of mind. My faith, sanity, and logicality were already on the wane. I searched the room; it had to be in here somewhere! Surely to Heaven? Not in the chair. Not on the floor. Not underneath the chair, cupboard bed or on the Carers’ table? No. I looked in the wet room? No. The kitchenette? No. But it was a good thing I checked in there. I’d left the hot tap (faucet) running. Cleaned up the mess. Then I even looked in the hallway for the remote control. No!
Back to the front room, and saw it straight away!
It was on the cabinet with the TV on it!
My spirits were sinking, but I was so glad I found it. But it proved of little help in my getting the damned thing to work. I got the computer back on, and that was working okay. Fiddled with plugs and sockets to make sure they were all connected. Tried turning the box off then back on again. I’d not yet got the night Catheter on, and the day one was getting full, so I emptied it. Recorded the colour and amount, emptied it in the toilet, returned and gave up with the TV. I plopped down on the recliner to take the slippers off… squashing the now melted ice cream with my bum as I did so. I swore a fair bit, then got the cloths to dry things up. I gave up the search. I climbed into the hospital bed, still swearing and cursing at my lousy luck!
I was amazed when, within a minute at most, sweet Morpheus welcomed me.
Story to be finalised later.
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SUNDAY 26th JULY 2026
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0620hrs; I stirred back into imitation-life, almost falling, getting myself out of bed, to hasten to the wet room and Porcelain Throne. Another Constipation Conrad affair. 
Cleaned things up, and medicated the rear end. Then thought I heard voices?
I checked the front door in case someone wanted entry; nobody there, but still I could hear voices nearby?
I soon realised they were from the front room, and thought the Carer may have arrived early, walked into the room, and 
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Well, it did, but the screen flickers a bit and I still can’t get on to watch any prerecorded stuff that I’ve saved to watch. Tut!
The computer farce, £850 plus fitting. British Gas, increased payment to nearly £300 a month. The Bank demands that I’ve got to go see them, and that would cost me dosh for a Carer to go with me. They must know my financial situation… Then again, I can’t get on their site; they have the wrong telephone number and the wrong email address. But they use the right one with the statement totals? I could lose it altogether.
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Someone, not a Carer for Heaven’s sake, to go with me to the Bank. Advise me on how to cancel standing orders I know nothing about.
Finish with the Carers; I’m simply running out of money. And it’s not working at all; now they have taken Ejaz and Mirza off me. I hope to get a cleaner to replace them, to do the laundry, and not have any Carers call at all.
I’ll need help with the dosages and medications, of course, before they are got rid of.
That way, hopefully I’ll be paying a lot less for the cleaner, and I should be able to survive financially.
Need help to sort things out, of course.
A home seems a great idea, but I don’t think it is on the cards now. Haven’t heard anything about it.
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Gawd, I’m
The BP readings are depressing as well.
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The Carer arrived, ‘Leave-it-Stewart’ this time.
I can’t help this sinking sensation and feeling. Worried.
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I searched for some nocturnal Catheter pouches as we only had a few left under the Carers’ table now. I found a bag after a lengthy deep search. As you can see in the photo above, another thing to worry about. Can you see how much narrower the new tube on the top is compared to the usual one? And the sealing around the release valve looks likely to come apart before the urine flows in. Carer Ahram offered to ring them about it on Wednesday.
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I’d left that sink’s tap running this time. So, shaving & washing are off the menu.
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TTFN
Inchie Today: Thurs/Fri 23/24th July 2025: Bad days, especially vague Friday
THURSDAY 23 JULY 2026
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FRIDAY 24 JULY 2026
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Apart from when I woke up midst having my stroke, this was the worst, foggiest, most out-of-it one!
I had just had a seizure as the Carer arrived. I was practically unresponsive, I think, and went into, I believe, two other seizures while the Carer was giving me medications. I assumed this by finding the tablets spewed out in the waste bin later.
I thought he was still here, and called to him, albeit in a garbled way; confusion reigned. He had gone.
I’d not had the back, neck, shoulder or knees Phorpained-gelled. The day protection pants had not been put on. The slippers not put on. I found the night pouch on the floor, so that had not been emptied, just taken off. However, the colour and quantity had been put on the notepad?
To be fair, the Carer must have been almost as confused as I was. I thought he may have pressed the alarm to NCC Control for help. But none came.
I was being so vague for his entire half-hour visit. This is not a definitive description, but the best record I could muster. I’m still not with it properly two hours after waking up. I can’t recall having short repeat seizures as often as this before.
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I visited the Porcelain Throne, a Constipation Conrad affair. So painful trying to force it along. Yet somehow or other, I managed to fall asleep! And, for about fifteen minutes! Waking up, with no progress in the evacuation stakes. No acidity tastes, so it wasn’t a seizure. I gave up trying. I then made a bottle of water from the fridge, flavoured it a little with grapefruit, and made a start on this blog.
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I’m not clearing the brain fog very well, and wondered how the Carer has disappeared without me knowing he’d gone. He must have been baffled himself, to have missed all the treatments. Mind you, would I have been capable of getting the togs off for the treatments? Mmm!
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Moved on to try and get the daily Ode done.
Concentration was at a minimum. But I pressed on, and got it finished and ready to be converted to JPEG, then snipped into MS Word.
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Carer ‘Leave-it-there’ Andrew arrived on the midday call.
Do you like his nickname? I’ll explain: each time he does some medicationalisationing, he leaves the pot, Germoloid or Germaline tubes. Feet & legs foam spray, Phorpain tube when he does the shoulders, back, knees and neck where he put them on. Then we have a job to find them next time he calls. He also has a habit of leaving the waste bags where they are. I started putting the three into the large kitchen one on the kitchen door, but he just ignored that one altogether. Then I moved it each morning into the front room; he’s bound to see it and take it from there? No, he leaves it where it is, like he did this morning. Hence, Carer ‘Leave-it-there’ Andrew.
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Went into a depression. Still in it today, Sunday.
Sorry, but no one to talk to about it.
Frustrated, the world goes on, but not I.
This is a terrible thing, not socialising.
Carers who just don’t realise my problems.
My differing responses to changes in pain, and head confusions changing daily. I find myself being jealous of folk who can cope, feeling sure they…
I hope to pull out-of-it.
Cheers. 🤎🫰🏻
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Inchie Wed 22 July: Off to the EENY for Cataract Preppimg
Inchies Hospital Day Blog
Wednesday 22nd July 2026
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Might be short, timewise, medical limitations, and the cost of the bloody taxis might bankrupt me. “Tsk!”
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Another broken sleep pattern. I rose, jumped out of the bed, did a double somersault over the c1966, £300 Oxfam charity shop-bought, wincingly grotty, beige-coloured, crumb-covered from my nocturnal nibblings, itch-making, uncomfortable, positively unhealthy, and dangerous, no longer operational, virus-breeding, easy-to-fall-out-of, catheter-tube-trapping recliner. Popped out onto the balcony and sang a good morning yodel to the local neighbours, and did 200 naked press-ups…
All right, I know, I know. I’ll start again then.
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I woke at 05:15hrs, and stayed there, dejected, morose, and stayed in the same position, physically, but under the strain of mental turmoil and depression, for an hour or so. Thus, a normal awakening.
Again, I’d not put the night pouch on last night. It was so blown up I expected it to burst, but it didn’t. Was my luck changing? Hahaha! What a daft thought!
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I measured the jug of urine, and guessed the colour, and hastened, albeit it more of a hobbled-swift-limp, to the Porcelain Throne. This evacuation was in much more of a Constipation Conrad style, a rarity of late. Much to the displeasure of my haemorrhoids. Little cleaning up was needed, & no escpages. Which was a nice change
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Of to check if I’d left anything on the cooker, left the fridge or freezer doors open, or taps left running. Then took the potatoes from the pan, ran cold water on them and threw them away. Krangleturds! Then washed last night’s pots I’d left soaking in the sink.
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My mind semi-engaged, as I remembered this was the hospital day, and faux-planned what needed doing in preparation. Which, as usual, I abandoned and started doing something else. This time I strayed off the plot, and did the Health checks. And was pleasantly surprised to see (both of the day were) figures in just High.
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I got the computer on, and realised I’d not made the list of things to do and take with me to the hospital. But got
He noticed a fresh bruise on mt forehead. He took a snap of it with my camera. I could not see a bruise. Akram is a good listener and remembers things that I ask him to do, 
Issued the medications. I forgot to ask him to have the Catheter bag changed.
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I spent a while making a list of things to do in preparation of the hospital visit, what to take with me. Mizra reminded me to take the paperwork last night, and put it into the waker-trolley for me in a hard envelope, bless him. The camera was too big to carry. A Kodak, and an old Kodak, so it is rather bulky and heavy.
Hearing aid in the tab-holes with new batteries, and both of my prescription glasses. Added the bus pass if needed, and enough money for the taxi each way.
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When the next Carer arrived, he thought that there would be no Escort coming. Then I got an email saying the Easy-Link lift to go to the QMC EENT had been cancelled due to the bus breaking down.
This brought on anger, as my bad luck gets more frequent every day! A deep depression, and fear about not having enough cash to pay both ways for taxis!
With a chance of no Escort as well, I was ready to call it a day. But I think a Carer said it was arranged, but it won’t be me… I clung to the hope.
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I turned off the computer, and pressed on with a stand-up wash, shave and teggie-cleaning in the wet room.
With a most disturbing uncertainty.
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As I washed and shaved, the telephone chirped into life.
I got to the landline, and it was the Doctor’s surgery receptionist, giving me the INR test results.
chimed up. No video on the screen, just black. I pressed the open door button, and returned to the wet room and hastily got some more water to go down the drain hole.
Whoever it was on the intercom had not arrived yet.
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TREATMENT AND RETURNING
What a wonderful pleasure; it was Carer Ejaz who arrived to be mt escort to the hospital! I could not help myself and hugged him as he entered the room. Bad news about having to get taxis both ways, but he was such a help in getting me ready, and a comfort. He went through the list and made sure I’d got everything needed for the trip. Ordered a taxi and got me dressed; I gave Ejaz all the cash I had to sort paying the drivers with. And down to the main foyer in plenty of time to meet the cabbie. Helped me into the car, but the trolley walker collapsed in the boot, and we were off on our way to the hospital.
The driver got us there in plenty of time. But by the time he’d struggled to get somewhere to park and drop us off, things were a little tight. £8.90, not bad that. I went in; no one was on the reception desk. Ejaz asked someone where we should be, and we were sent to the lifts. Once we got there, I recognised the layout from my last visit. We signed in and sat down waiting to be called in.
A few minutes later, a lady came and called out my name, and we followed her to a treatment room. I thought she looked like the lady who was treating me when I had the seizure. When we got in the room, I recognised her as the same lady. She was so understanding and patient with things and me, Bless Her.🌸🪷
A long session of eye-testing and Q&As followed. She was understanding of my struggle to get into position on the viewer, with pain from arthritis in my neck and shoulder. Never showing any sign of frustration. Nine different tests were done on each eye. Then the wall chart readings through different holed cards, and with various other patterns, were done. At this stage, she kindly explained the result so far. This was prompted by my Ejaz saying I thought I’d got Cataract in the left (far worse vision than the right one), and Glaucoma in the left eye.
I was wrong. I’d got Cataract in both eyes. The floaters had increased greatly in the left eye, and were starting in the right one. Then she explained how serious it was, much worse than they were in her tests months ago when I had the seizure. That stopped the proceedings as she thought I was having a heart attack, and she called the CAT team, and I was kept in cardiac overnight.
I did mention that when I’d been home for a few days, I was not sure if I’d been fully assessed or not. I called the hospital and asked if I needed to come in again, or await further tests. I was told, “They do know what they are doing”, and the phone died. She seemed concerned about this, and it prompted an apology for it taking them so long- months- to get in touch with me.
Then a lady said I need further tests in the scan room, for further examinations to clarify her own findings. She led us back to the waiting area, where I found a slightly higher chair to sit on as we waited.
I can’t recall the name of these scans, but they were better than a kaleidoscope, and much brighter.
On both eyes, she took several different scans. I was struggling to keep perfectly still, and she had to do a few again. But she was patient with me, and talked throughout, explaining what she was testing and what she was testing. But even with the hearing aids, I didn’t realise this; Ejaz told me afterwards.
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Then, some eye drops were 
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I was hoping to get the tram & bus back home was we left for the exit; both free with my passes. But no, Ejaz (not his fault) ordered a taxi, as he had to get me home quickly, as he had his regular client to visit. My immediate thought was, why am I no longer a regular with Ejaz? I sense some ulterior motive for this. Thus my £39 in the morning dwindled to £3.45 by the time we got back to the flat.
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Well, gone midnight now, I’m so weary. I’ll try to make a meal up, and myself get to bed. Not that I anticipate getting much sleep. So many nights of broken sleep, with the mind always rattling away reminding me of my multitude of unresolved problems,
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Knocked ice off of individual clunks of out-of-date chips from the oven. They were not as good-tasting as anticipated. But the no-butter buttered bread rolls, and last of the Roquefort cheese? Delicious!
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🌹🌺🌷TTFN🌷🌺🌹
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Inchie: Tuesday 21sr JULY 2026
TUESDAY 21st JULY 2026
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Rose at 04:30hrs, left the night bag on, the tube had blocked, with what looked like little bits of cotton wool intermittently all the way from the Catheter! Made up some spring water bottles and gulped a lot down.
Removed the night pouch and got the computer on. I’d left it in sleep mode. Found the snap of yesterday’s meal, and added it to the blog.
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Carer Leave-Pots arrived. I pointed out that he has not cleaned or barrier-creamed my Man Breasts (which were bleeding), Back Wings, or underarms for a few weeks now. I got out the Medical Cleaner, Barrier Cream, Allpressan, and Phoroain Gel ready for him to use. I got him to wash my back and dry it well. Then back to the front room, and got him to clean, dry, then apply the barrier cream to the areas in need. When he came in, a tiny spot on my chest was leaking blood; he put a plaster on it. Then I asked him to put the Allpressan foam on the leathery areas of my legs, after getting him to wash my back for me. Sitting down after each treatment to put details on his mobile phone, I pointed out that I was naked and cold, and he moved on to another part of my terribly overweight body.
Wore him out! Hehehe!
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Forgetting all about the rare brekkie, and it had congealed too far to eat.
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Got to stop now and get things ready for the trip to the shops. Shave, teggies etc., get what clothes I can on.
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We got to the bus stop in plenty of time after all. A bit messy getting settled. With six of us old dears and lads with walkers and trolleys. Hehe!
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I asked the Carer to take some photos in Sherwood & send them to me by email, please. He had the shopping list, and we departed in the lift. Which is when he remembered he’d not logged in at the flat. So, we went back up, and he did so, back in the lift.
We were soon dropping of in Sherwood, and made our way to the Continental Food Store.
The potatoes they had on show were obviously not new. I managed to get some tiny loose ones that were not too faded, but at £1.69 a litre. Had to search for tomatoes that were not soft, bruised or split open. The meat I wanted was not available. No soft spreadable strong cheese.
2 bread rolls, to be lathered 
The mini- potatoes bought today, along with some red onion. No doubt, I’ll sprinkle some salt on the tomatoes 
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The Carer came to do ten minutes of caring, and twenty minutes sat down on his mobile, but found a few minutes to almost listen to me and had a laugh. He sent the photos he took on Mansfield Road to my email. Off he trotted, quoting Arnie, “I’ll be back”. They were not bad.
You can see the fruit and veg displays outside on the pavement. I have to say again that the quality of food was below par today. I asked if we could go on the first free Thursday next time in hopes of getting some fresher greengroceries to 
The paving slabs hurt my feet, toes and knees a little. Uneven, but if I could get a toenail cutter and some stronger Arthritis gel, it would have been a lot less painful and easier walking.
We got off the bus at the flat complex; the Carer was asked to take this shot of the Winwood Courts bus stop and the bus. Not much interest being shown now; I think he was worried about overshooting his time limit for the visit.
Bless his cotton socks.
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We went into the Winwood doors, and I asked Deana if she had had a word with the foot lady yet, and mentioned that the bank statements had arrived on Saturday. But my calls were not answered, so I sent you an email. She laughed. Hehe! She asked what time the visit to EENT was on Wednesday. I turned to ask the Carer; he had taken a seat in the foyer and was on his mobile. He had no idea; neither of us had at that moment. Luckily, I guessed I was to be there for 15:15hrs. I found it was right later on in the day. Smug-Mode-Apopted.
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I tried to read the label on what I thought was Danish blue cheese; I think it said Rueberg or summat like that. I looked up French cheeses on Google to find a similar name. AH! Gorrit! Roquefort. It said on a further search: Roquefort is a powerful, unctuous blue cheese made from raw sheep’s milk. It delivers an intense, salty punch up front that quickly mellows into a rich, buttery creaminess. The deep blue-green veins provide a sharp, tangy, and slightly spicy finish with deep, earthy undertones.
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Oh, sod-it! I’ve deleted the wrong meal snap,
and put an old one on here. Huh! Fool!
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Inchie: Monday 20th July 2026
MONDAY 20th JULY 2026
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I woke around 04:00hrs, and thoughts instantly coursed through my brain. Three hours later, I was still in the same position, fretting over one unsolvable problem. Before I could get to the root of the issue, others would flood my mind at once. A merry-go-round of unwanted fears & hassles. Then the new ailments started to be recognised. When I tried to get up, dizziness, blurred 
Carer Andrew (Leave-the-pot & mobile) arrived. As I got up again, the right lower leg was massive compared to the left. Took this snap of the pins. Then, as I moved, Arthritis in the shoulder, back, left knee, right arm and neck!
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NL cleaning was done by the Carer, so I got the mini-hallway vacuumed.
Then got the uneaten meal from yesterday warming in the crockpot, and made a pot of instant porridge, & ate it.
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WHOOPSIEDANGLEPLOP!
I dropped the toilet roll; it bounced off the floor cabinet and hid behind the WC!
I reached down with the picker and clouted my already hurting right shoulder on the raising bars of the seat. I gave a broad grin and laughed it off.
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I decided to get the new £850 plus fitting it up computer started. This proved a longer battle than usual this morning.
It took me over half an hour.
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While waiting and praying, I remembered I hadn’t phoned Warden Deana, as she wanted me to straight away, as soon as the bank statements arrived. Naturally, with my luck, as things usually do, I arrived on a Saturday (this time) or on a Sunday. So I couldn’t get in touch with the wardens. I got no reply to my three phone calls. So sent an email to inform her that I had come.
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Carer Andrew returned. He tried ringing her, but no luck. Then I asked him to ring the opticians for me. So I could keep them updated about the Cataract prepping and treatment, and apologise for not remembering to do so 
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Are those contrails, or naturally forming clouds?
Just asking. Hehe!
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Another downfall in concentration, with strange with-it moments in between. Started going out-of-it regularly. Not sure if I was having seizures, but very little acidic tastes in the gut, throat or mouth. One moment with it, the next floating. Both eyes much worse later on. This was concerning, as short-term memory mangled, cleared and returned to being not there.
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On Carer Mizra did last call. Details I can’t recall?
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I found this snap of the day’s meal, Tuesday.
drenched potatoes. No-butter buttered
Cheest bread rolls, with sliced tomatoes.
RATING: 7.6/10.
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Inchies Memories of Starmers Short Stay
MEMORIES OF STARMERS SHORT STAY
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STARMERS PLANS?
Inchie: Sunday 19th July 2026
SUNDAY 19th JULY 2026
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Poor effort of the blog today, folks.
Got the trots again this morning. Come the afternoon, I faded. Just so tired, dizzy, foggy… Not good.
Hoping that I’ll be alright for Carer Mizra’s late visit, he hopes to help me shower. I’ll see how I feel earlier, try to get a stand-up wash, shave and teggies done before the lad arrives, then just body shower and medicationings to do. Going to have to stop here, in hope of falling asleep before the Carer comes, the thought of sleep is like a medicine, much needed. Might be back later.
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I’M BACK
Managed to get a stand-up wash, teggies and a shave.
Despite the spinning head full of dizzies, rumbling-hrumbling innards and knocking off the new scab on the rib wound. I did what barrier creaming and Phorpain gelling I could get at without stretching of bending.
I even managed, with the aid of the picker-upper, to get clean protective pants on my bottom. I’ll ask the Carer to do my shoulder, neck, back, man-breasts & belly mould.
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I think I only had one mug of tea today, the tonic and spring water went down well, though.
I’m writing this at midnight, cause I feel up to it now.
I settled down and fell asleep.
Carer Mizra made the last call. Not here for long, but as usual, he did a lot of helpful things; he checked emails and texts for me. Medications given. Apologised for not being able to help me take a shower. Said he would wash my feet for me tomorrow – if he is rostered to call.
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Minutes after Carer Mizra had left, I spewed up.
Made a mess on the recliner, me, and the carpet. My spinning head & dizziness got even worse after that.
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As I settled into the recliner to get ready to watch the match. I could hear my grumbling stomach as I was watching the match. 
Great! Most amazing, I managed, but only just, to stay awake for the match & extra-time!
Spain won 65% of possession and completed 762 accurate passes to 358. It was complete domination. Argentina set an (anti-record) by failing to take a single shot on Spain’s goal during the first 90 minutes, compared to Spain’s 20!
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I thought an ice cream might settle my innards, and took an extra Codeine for whatever it was that was messing with me. A cold, maybe? When I hobbled into the kitchenette, I smelled the burning meal I’d left in the pan. So, no nosh tonight. Getting the food thrown away and cleaning the pot, I threw up a second time. Considering I’d had nowt to eat, I wondered what it was I’d regurgitated. A fair bit of it. Just me and the kitchen floor to clean this time. Back to the other room, and I got down with a strong will, to get some sleep – this time I vomited into a waste-bin bag.
Sleep was denied to me, and I got up to do this update. The innards were feeling as if there were another load brewing up for evacuation from my guts, and I started involuntarily passing some terrible phooey and often lengthy rear-end escapages of wind.
Rotten Luck on the way out of the wet room. I sort of walked into the door frame as my balance fluctuated, and shoulder-charged it.
Swore? Cursed? Me? Well…
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