Memory blanks – Page 5

Inchie: Wednesday 18th February 2026

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0500hrs: I was awake, removing the nocturnal Catheter pouch. The mobile flashed in the distance, so I went to get the text message or phonecall. It was an EE network. Part of the Oligarchal Liberty-Global money-mad world rulers. It also owns Virgin Media, which owns shares in Vodafone, EE, Three, and many other European communication companies.
I deleted it. And visited the Porcelain Throne.
Trootskt Terence controlled, super-gooey, sticky, stinky and a deep straw colour.

I sorted out the waste bins and concentrated on getting things ready for the Audio Clinic visit. In a nutshell, the usual nothing-goes-right situation early on. I woke and took off the night Catheter bag. I saw the mobile’s light flashing. Thinking it might be the computer man, the Audio Centre or the Carers, I got up to investigate. Realising it was 0500hrs, I saw it was from EE Mobile, telling me they were raising the cost by 20%, but that by getting a different plan I could… I deleted it! After an hour or so trying to catch up on the blog, realising there would be precious little time left, it dawned on me that my right sock, slipper, and foot were wet. Yes, in the panic to get to the phone in case it was the computer man, I’d not turned the release valve off properly. So. I stumbled over getting my socks off, but I managed to do it with the help of the picker-upperer. Then had to fill a bowl with Dettol and hot water and wash my feet! Which I did without spilling any (just a little miracle there, Haha!).

The District Nurse came to reapply the dressing to the leg wound. The Carer was a tad late. The lift arrived… and I panicked.

Thanks to the Nurse, who helped me dress, asked what I needed to take with me, and rang the Carer for me; the Carer arrived minutes later. All casual. Hehehe! He had to log in, so he took the keys, ran up to the flat, logged in, and came down again.

The EasyLink driver was very patient, especially since I forgot to bring change to pay the exact amount.

The visit went swimmingly. Only in the room for 10 minutes maximum. With hearing aids working and some spare batteries. But we had a long wait for the return trip. Ejaz snapped a few photos on the way there and back. He’ll send them to my email later.

Sister Jane said she & Pete would be calling on me on their way to see Roberta.

(Jenny rang for an update, which I gave her.)

I felt the warm urine as it wet my sock and filled my slipper. Some terrible language was uttered with a sort of loud wailing noise, of anger, and frustration!
I had to get my socks off, carry a bowl of hot water into the main room, bet my feet disinfected and washed, and use paper towels and the picker-upper to dry them. Then strip off and get to the wet room, to wash the leg, have a shave and do the teggies, which brought more hassle and pain. No matter how carefully and gently I cleaned the rotting, whole-ridden teeth I have left, it was agony!
The self-anger got worse as I realised that had I not got to the mobile to see who was texting, I would not have left the damned Catheter valve open!
I think a home is the best option for me.
As I left the wet room, I found that Carer Ejaz was in the front room. He must have come in, but I did not hear the door chime while the noisy wall heater was on in the wet room, which was only on cause I pee’d all over myself again and had to strip off to wash… am I annoyed? Yes. YES! YES!

Ejaz issued the medications. And took away the night pouch and bowl for me. I got one with finishing yesterday’s, and starting this blog.
Then I started getting the things I needed ready to take with me to the Clinic.

Still awaiting Carer Ejaz’s photo-snaps to arrive. He’ll be busy catching up with himself now.

I’ve got into a mess chronologically. Sorry.

Some Photos From The Day Out.

The old Odeist, Inchie.
He struggled onto the minibus lift,
Here, awaiting his strapping in.
Offering a doff of his cap to his mass of followers.
Both of them! Hehehe!

En route to the Clinic.
Gregory Boulevard, or
the Forest Island, on.
Mansfield Road.

Nottingham General Cemetery cottages, known as the Freemen’s Houses or Almshouses, were built between 1837 and 1840. Designed by architect Samuel Sutton Rawlinson, these Grade II-listed, stucco and brick buildings flank the main entrance (gatehouse) on Canning Circus. They were designed to house aged freemen and their widows.
By 1923, 150,000 bodies had been buried, and the then Medical Officer of Health expressed concern about the future of the cemetery if interments continued. A Bill was brought before Parliament by Nottingham Corporation to close the cemetery to further interments, except into existing family graves. Due to escalating operating costs after the Second World War, the Company made representations to the Corporation to take over the cemetery. The Corporation declined, the Company went into voluntary liquidation and the cemetery became vested in the Crown. The Crown conveyed the freehold of the cemetery and all its responsibilities to the City Council in 1956, and it remains (2010) in their
ownership. Nottingham General Cemetery in Canning Circus has implemented evening closures for pedestrians to improve security. Although the site is a public green space, these restrictions were introduced after reports of antisocial behaviour, muggings, and vandalism. To prevent unauthorised access at night, the specific gates are now locked. But still, we find spirit, and cider bottles, and drug needles found that were not there the day before.

Easy-Lift minibus leaving,
Upper Colledge Street and
left onto Derby Road.
On the way home.

Sister Jane & Pete arrived.

Ejaz did the teatime call.

I got the meal marinating. This may sound all wrong, but I love Bombay potatoes with Tiryaki sauce and Gung Po sauce, with added potatoes, water chestnuts, and some bread to dip in it as I eat it.
Oh, I’d better defrost some bread now!

I put some pods and fabric freshener pearls in the laundry bag. Ready for tomorrow. Did I say the nurse is calling again tomorrow? 💟

I took two, not-so-good shots of the view offered through the kitchenette window.
Then I put a few slices of Milk Roll Soft Bread in the microwave for a couple of minutes on the defrost setting.
Which prompts me to give a little bit of safety advice on closing a microwave door. If you’d like or prefer not to end up wth your wrist in Techicolour, I advise that you don’t catch it against the locking mechanism of the microwave door – in particular, don’t do it twice in nearly the exact same spot! Pretty, though! Hehe!

I kept my neighbour and Angel Jenny updated with the day’s proceedings via email. It’s like, so great to have someone care. I do admire and thank her. 🎀🌺

Better have a go at comments and WP reader now, before I fall asleep, and my eyes fade again. But having the hearing aids sorted and working is great!

Going to get some food now, back in the morning.
Well, I hope so!

Some of the extra potatoes I added were not cooked enough. Spent ages testing each piece and dishing the tooth-challenging ones that I’d added. Hey-Ho!

🟤 Keep Safe, Each! 🟤

Inchie Today: Tuesday 17th February 2026

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Cognitive misconception, lurking in the depths.
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New togs shown off.

A teeth-friendly nosh.

TTFN
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Inchie: Monday 16th February 2026

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Another shortie blog. Luckily, I took some photos, most from the balcony and kitchen window, to help prompt my memory. has been working overtime for the past two days. And a few seizures only helped to warp and confuse things.
I got up at 07:00hrs. It was a struggle to force myself, and a vague feeling woke with me and stayed all day.
Where the heck is my reminder pad sheet for the day gone? The day had a few busy bits in it, I think. And paid far too many visits.
Carer’s Ejaz and Mizra served me today.

Jenny got in touch with a computer man weho saud he should be able to help me with the computer problems. Bless her, she’s so kind. I sent an email to the address given, explaining my problems. No answer yet, but give them time.

The Warfarin DNA blood test was done.

I had three missed calls on my mobile; no numbers showed up.

The Amazon Kagholes and dressing gowns arrived, and I tried one of each on, but the others are in storage.

The quaint battery-operated calendar clock battery ran out, but I didn’t notice, and was overjoyed when I glanced at it, thinking, Ah, I thought it was much later, now I can have a go at the Ode at last. I spent an estimated hour on the Ode, thought I’d have a mug of Glengettie, made it and returned, and saw that the same time was on the clock. I checked on the computer, and it was gone midnight!

Early sky shot.

Mud slide, it was raining again.

Noticed the clock time. Hehe!,
Notice the toothache spray?
I’m nearly out-of-it now.
Better get some more ordered and a letter of apology for the Bank Manager formulated.

Rain and the sun were trying to come out.
A pareidoliaing delight.

These seaweed crisps are okay for me to eat, but the tangy ones are too hard to risk biting into in their current painful, crumbling-away state.
I hope Jenny & Frank might like them. If not, Jenny can pass them on to someone in need.
She is very good at this. 🤎

I’d forgotten about the teggies
and gums. Silly-me.

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Inchie: Sunday 15th Febvruary 2026

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OVERNIGHT Zzz Mark 1
I flaked out almost instantly. No seizures, Arthur Itis, no Shaking-Neck-Nigel or Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley disturbed my marathon sleep-in, or woke me up.
Well, it was that way for about 9 hours of unknown bliss. Until Carer Ejaz arrived. I heard him sounding the intercom, but just could not get up to admit him. He appeared next to me a few minutes later, declaring that I looked awful. He tended to my needs while I stayed reposed, bless him. Can’t recall much else.
Other than that, I think I fell back into the land of nod within seconds of him leaving.

Zzzz Mark Two
Another kip without interruption. For about 5 hours, making the current total 14 hours!
Until Carer Mizra arrived, got me out of my slumber, and started changing the day Catheter bag; a new one was put on the other leg. Painful.
When Mizra departed, I got back down again.

Zzzz Mark Three
After taking these two, I drifted off to sleep for four hours. Total amassed overnight and this morning, making a total of 18 hours in the Land-of-Nod.

Afternoon rain

A SOFT MEAL
The smoked sausages proved too
much for .
But the cheesy baked potatoes
were lovely, and eatable.

I took two photographs of the pretty-looking night sky. Then doctored them into one on CorelDraw.
Pleased for once with the result.

A few mild depressions here and there, and semi-highs with the meal and the photograph doctoring.
Pleased to get all that sleep in, but sad it’s getting me even further behind on the things not done.

Before getting my head down after washing the meal things, I gave each of the broken, cracked, chipped, loose and painful teggies a squirt of the toothache spray. Then I had a thought.
I do this now and then. Was it the toothache spray that was making me so tired and incapable of getting up? And not as I had assumed, the new Ezetimibe tablets? Mmm?

Inchie gets so easily confused,
Nae, mayhap, maybe bemused?
With incapabilities he is afflicted,
His sanity can’t be authenticated,
He’s given up trying to get adopted,
His rotting teeth get him awhaped,
Too old to get body & mind annealed,
He once played the jigger-jigger field,
Now no longer attempted,
As he waits to get aureoled…

Cheers!

Inchie: Saturday 14th February 2026

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PHOTOS HIGH & LOWLIGHTS
Woke up with little effort. With grinding away at me. So painful, I wondered how I’d managed to sleep at all. Very odd. Took the Catheter bag off. Checked the taps, etc., and turned the kettle on. I took this first snap of the morning (left). It was not as cold as I thought it would be when I opened the window. This is often a sign of snow coming. The forecast was a yellow warning for snow in Nottingham. But it didn’t fall. Unlike me, when I went to the wet room. I fell against the sink after using the Throne, and went to have a wash and do the teggies, with the prescription toothpaste. Very, very carefully. I could not avoid it hurting with the darned teeth, several of them that had somehow come loose. As much as I took care not to overly pressure them, it was a painful job. I think it must have been the crispy, cheesy potatoes I had last night. I really love them, but dare not have any more with the state of my teggies. Instant mash and cheese from now on. Not the same, but needs must. I pondered things over, and realised that the super tasty seaweed snacks, the hot ones with chilli, are much harder than the green bags ones that are lighter and thinner. And dearer too. So that’s baked cheesy potatoes, crispy seaweed snacks, and Choc Chip Cookies to remove from my favourites list. I could sob! But I’ll not yet, plenty of time for that later.

The intercom rang; it was the delivery of a Morrison order. I let him in by pressing the door release button and waited for him to arrive. This is a doorstep delivery. And waited… a little longer… and a few minutes more. Went to check on the Amazon site, “This order was Delivered Today”
I struggled to get my shoes on, my back and right shoulder were irritated, even before my treks up and down to the lobby began. I suspected that the 6 bags had been left in the ground-floor lobby. Got down and it proved right. I’d taken the three-wheeled walker with me and got two bags in it, one balancing on top between the handlebars. I fought to keep the top bag from falling off en route, then got up to the flat and put the bags in the flat’s lobby near the flat door.

2) Back down to the lobby with the three-wheeled walker, got two bags precariously in it. I fought to keep the top bag from falling off en route, then made it to the flat and set the bags in the lobby by the door. Pain is increasing more now.

3) Back down to the lobby with the three-wheeled walker, got two bags precariously in it. I fought to keep the top bag from falling off en route, then made it to the flat and set the bags in the lobby by the door. Pain is increasing even more now. I took some painkillers before putting the food away. I was fuming, but the physical aches kept me from getting mad, if that makes sense. Then got the bags, one by one, into the flatlet in the hallway. I had to leave then, and sit down to recover from my chest pains to ease the breathlessness.

Got the things put away, taking this snap of the view from the kitchenette. My anger was not easing, though. I got on the computer to try to complain to Amazon. Typical oligarch tricks again. Just like British Gas and Virgin Media… GITS! THUNDERTURDS! SWINE!
I asked Google how to complain about an Amazon delivery. Followed their advice, but couldn’t find the tab they said to click on the Your Order page.
I tried to contact Customer Services. Got through the AI’s lists until it came to selecting a reason from the following list: Nonem et my criterior. Snookered again by the Oligarchs. I didn’t find an option to ring them, but it was a 333 call, Minimum £2 a minute, plus unstated connection charges. Sod that you Oligarchs! British Gas charged me about £20, and the problem remains unresolved. The Virgin calls have cost me even more, with frequent connection drops, and they can charge a connection fee each time we have to ring back. Ejaz reckoned I’d spent £50 quid, plus connection charges, on the three calls we’ve had to make!
Back to the Amazon Oligarchs Problem.
I found where I could get them to ring me! I couldn’t, well, wouldn’t believe it, so I went through the pick you option of what to talk about, and again, my criterion was not available, but this time I found a ‘Something Else’ option that, for once, did not take me the same number of useless options. They needed my landline number. I put it in and was told, ‘That number is not recognised.’ And went back to where I started my search. I had to work hard, as the physical and mental pain Amazon had inflicted on me was getting to me more each time the telephone number was rejected.
Which was four times, four times I had to go through the system again to get to the comically-called, so-called, Customer Service to phone me.

How the Hell does Amazon get away with this and increase its turnover every year? Silly question… they are Oligarchs, of course. Virgin, owned by Liberty Global oligarchs who own or hold shares in 82% of European internet and telecommunications service providers, and, according to Forbes, pay their CEO millions of dollars a year, plus guaranteed bonuses… Jealousy on my part? Yup!

Getting like my confidence, hatred, health and mental disaffection; a little darker now. Just like Dank Dark Darius Depression is.

I’m not sure which is the most painful right now. The Physical pains, frustration, mental disruption, or the purest hatred that I’ve formed for years.

Well pee’d off, I made a brew of Glengettie, and finished off yesterday’s blog. My heart was not in it. That’s a first. I felt, and still do, so downhearted. Thanks to Amazon oligarchs.

Hello, a final, nae, first blast of the powerful but fading sun got through. Those little clouds have been showing for hours. Do you know what that means? No, nor me. Hehe!

The sun faded shortly after taking the Kodak-Tim-2 camera photo.
I went to wash the tea mug, to find that I’d left the bloody hot water tap on to run cold – Again!
The earlier depression that I thought was my lowest all year was beaten by a Mega-Depression, during which I sank to my lowest point all year.

Where is when you want him?

Well, what about food? Well, that’s controlled by .
I bought a soft sourdough sliced loaf; it was delivered, well, almost delivered today by Oligarchs Amazon. But let’s not get back on that subject. It’s still sore! I have some soft bread, but what to go on it? No-butter butter, of course, I’ve some soft blue cheese to go with the bread. Some pickled onions, I can suck them but not bite them. Huh! Luckily, I bought the cheaper but softer chicken sausages (Not hostages, Keir!), which I should be able to manage to eat. The Spanish tomatoes are out of season ones, and fat to hard skin and flesh for me to tackle, so I’ll dish them. I have a jar of sliced green tomatoes in water. I’ll see if they are manageable for my poor, cracked, broken, painful, rotting, just been checked by the dentist, who told me they’d be fine until the next visit, teggies to handle.
That was a mouthful.

Well, better get on and make the sarnies then.
Took this snap with Kodak-Tim-2, and as I closed the window, I knocked a jug of kettle water off of the window ledge. I laughed loudly, smiled, sang ‘The Hills are Alive, with the Sound of Music,’ did a backflip as I was mopping up the water… no, you’ll never believe that. I cried!

I’ll, well, I’m hoping to be back in the morning to pick up where I left off updating this fascinating, irresistible, captivating blog… No, you’ll never believe that either. I wouldn’t believe that.

SAD TOOTHACHERS MEAL TONIGHT
The sourdough bread was extra
soft and tasty. A lot of the no-butter
butter, and tomato sauce on top
of pork slices. I made an error
in not putting some of the green
tomato salad on the dish.
The seaweed was thin, but
the most tasty item.

I can’t recall him calling.

Got my head down as soon as Carer Ejaz finished the last call. Sleep came quickly, and stayed with me through until the morning Carer arrived…
More on this tomorrow!

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TTFN, have a good day!
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Inchie: Friday 13th February 2026

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I can describe today in one word!
Well, four words, then.
The day had no particular disasters, calamities, or any Accifauxpas. Naturally, the usual Whooopsiedangleplops were numerous, but not as serious as usual, (Up to now), but even the slightest things got mo me more than usual. I think the reason is that I’m struggling to get things done, which is perfectly normal for me. Yet seems to be getting further behind instead. Need help with some accounts on the computer emails. What looks like HMG or a Social One.

Along with an unknown letter, all unopened yet. The Carers are still doing the regular short visits and do not have time to help. But no news yet on whether I’ll get extra help or go to a home.
The NCC financial chap had to cancel yesterday’s meeting and rearrange for next Wednesday.
I’ve dropped or lost more items today than I have ever done. Memory-Mangling-Malcolm must be so tired, the times he’s mucked me about today.
I fear that even if I get extra Carer time, it won’t help with the things I need. If the Council decides I can’t afford to go to a home… no, that’s wrong. I mean, if they decide my savings, although far less than when I moved into the flat, 80% less in fact, but may not be low enough, it seems to get Carer help paid for. My head spins. I’m worried. And spent so long pondering what might happen, I am now even further behind on t blog. The one thing keeping me going.
So, another cut-short effort.

Morning snaps.
From the kitchenette window.
Different angles.
Wide shot to end.

Kettle on for at last.
While making this first brew, I dropped the tewa caddy, and the lid flew off. I then spilt the milk, which fell onto the floor and the teabags. Didn’t realise I’d trodden on the tea bags, turned to fetch the picker-upper, and knocked the milk bottle off of the counter.
Such things continued throughout the day.
The hot-water tap was left running twice. The fridge door was left open twice. And make things worse, I had a cracking seizure that I’m sure lasted for well over an hour. Coming out-of-it, Carer Ejaz arrived.
I could not form my words properly, and the lad wanted to call 999. I managed to speak clearlyish in time to prevent him. The lad put some of the new foot cream on the toes. Took my socks of naturally. But did not put any new ones on. Flaming cold now. He lost some time due to the communication problems. So issued the meds and quickly Photpained the shoulder. I saved him some time by saying my back and knees felt okay. Which at the time… Have to stop, Fujjngal Lesion is bleeding. Back in the morning – I hope.

LATE NIGHT FEAST
Favourites: Cheesy Potatoes!
They tasted delicious!
I made a right mess of my mouth and treggies! Several were loosened, one broken, and all painful!

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Every farewell is a sunset that always awaits the sunrise

TTFN, each!

Inchy: Thursday 12th February

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A day of losing contact. With the brain, it’s not unusual. But I found myself dull-witted many times throughout Thursday.
I lost the thread, plot and intentions many times. Off-track. ruminating, self-debating and lambasting, Contemplating the Pros & Cons of so many irrelevant-to-me things, I think my headache got a headache.

The morning was less misty.

Oh!

Carer took a photo of scratches on the head from the tumble, I assumed. One looked dodgy.

Food delivery
All treats in this photo
Oh, a few more treats!

The morning photos, Copse on the hill
Kitchen view
Can’t recall taking this one.
Obviously from the balcony

CorelDraw problems.
Don’t want to moan, so I’ll say nowt!

Fish meal today. Battered fishcakes, red onions, posh imitation fish sticks, and tomatoes

Last shots of the day
Green sly? Did I do
something wrong with
the camera? Or, is it
not green, but a result of
the cataract, glaucoma,
or my tritanopia?

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Inchie: Wednesday 11th February 2026

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It’s tomorrow morning, approximately 01:00hrs, and I’ve only just started this blog.
I didn’t have the Ezetimibe tablet last night. The Doctor recommended that I take it in the morning. However, the weird staying awake and with it has started again. Humph!
I’ll use the photos to remind me, and can recall the dangerous trip to the Doctors (bad), the visit (OK), & trip back (Good). The trip there and back each involved Accifaupas… several.
I woke up, with on the rampage. emptied the Catheter bag, and got the kettle on as I slowly regained my senses. Well, I say regained, I mean searched for any remnants of sense, and pretended to find some.

I took snaps of the foggy morning.

Made the brew of Co-op 99 tea, sorted the waste bags, and flew into the wetroom… well, hurriedly hobbled into the wetroom. Trotsky Terence was in full control. I’m getting fed up with the evacuations alternating so often.
As usual with Trotsky, I had a long job cleaning up after the event.
I gathered the necessary ablutional items, towels, cloths, picker-upperer, cut-plasters, bowl, and disinfectant for soaking my feet while I shaved at the sink. First Accifauxpas: I slipped when I carefully (I thought) lifted my feet out of the bowl. I did not go over, but I strained the right shoulder and back as I urged my body towards the shower chair for support. Used paper towels to dry the plates-of-meat, using the picker-upperer to avoid bending down. Back to start the shaving, it went well, I thought, and it seemed all done in a quick time. Being a pareidoliaser, I spotted the nose & face in the paper towels in this photo, can you see it?
Back to the kitchen and snapped the same view as earlier. Blue mist now. Realising I’d not finished shaving. I noticed the foam on my face. I’m quick sometimes yer know. Haha! Well, shall we settle for a lot slower than I used to be, but not worried too much, as at least I’m not losing it. Well, that’s another Starmer (lie), ’cause it’s apparent I am losing it, but I’ve given up worrying about it.
The early morning delivery arrived, and I got it sorted as best I could. As I finished the job, Carer Ejaz arrived.
When he did a body check on me, he took off my hat, and photographed the top of and back of my head. Declaring that I had got 18 cuts from shaving. All tiny, and the bloblets of blood had gone hard. I thought he was joking. I felt the neck and head, and I could feel each one. Medications were given, and Phorpain Gel was applied. Said ‘Tara!’ and I went to the kitchen and took a third shot of the view. Changed again.
I grafted away, finalising Tuesday’s post and sent it off to WordPress. Ejaz returned at midday for medication, if needed, and a safety check. Said he would be back later for the trip to the Doctors. Ejaz returned, and I gave him cash for the bus fares he needed. He arrived a little later than planned, so we forgot things as we rushed to catch the bus, Ejaz putting the laundry in the washer as we went out.
When we got to the bus stop, we realised we were too late. Ejaz merrily said, “Ah, well, we’ll walk down”
Accifauxpas Hill, I’ve renamed Winchester Street.
Ejaz was ahead of me, and I was struggling to keep up with him, especially with pushing the three-wheeled walker on the muddy, leaf-filled, broken tarmac of the footpath. Then, pains started right across my chest as I was not breathing too easily. (Once I got down on level ground, the pain began to dissipate). However, I walked into a garage door, then a telegraph pole.
We got on Mansfield Road and went to a bus stop. I tipped on getting into the bus. The trip was only three bus stops, but walking it would have meant another steep hill to climb.
We got into the Surgery, signed in, and sat down. I fell asleep (Exsertions?) Ejaz and the Doctor woke me, and into the room we went.
The first Question was: Why have you come to see me today? I replied, You sent me an email asking me to come? I’m sure we discussed me moving into a home. The Seizures. The Ezetimibe might be the cause of my change in sleep pattern. The Doctor said that it is unlikely and suggested taking the tablet in the morning, not at night. They were not meant to be taken at night. Then said she is going to send a phoo-sample kit to me, to be returned. Other things were spoken of, I think. I’ll ask Ejaz when he comes next.
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The trip home.
We left the Surgery and walked to the Lidl store, shot in, and I got some Custard Creams. Then we went out to catch a bus to Sherwood. Again, I tripped as I got into the vehicle. We alighted as I got off. I lost balance, but Ejaz was there like a shot. Told me to wait where I was, then ran up to check the bus timetable. Came back, and we crossed the road to the 40 bus stop.
I got on board this bus with no bother,
It was rather full of passengers, many from the flats I recognised. There were only the pull-down, very low seats available. So I wedged myself into the corner of the disabled section. I held onto a bar at the window to keep myself steady. When we arrived at the flats, I’d wedged my arm between the bar and the window, and needed help to release it. Worra trip!

Here are some snaps from the trip home.
Mansfield Sherwood, where I stood as
Ejaz checked the bus times.
Not sure where this was.
Inchie at the bus stop.
Up towards the Dentist, Opticians,
and bus stop.
Inchie, next to the bookies.
On the bus.
En route.
Scarred Inchie, getting off the bus.
Walking to the flats.

Got inthe flat. Ejaz went to fetch the laundry.
Throwing it on the bed as he departed, tired, I imagine.
The back and shoulders kicked in again as I hung the clothes up.

Sunset.

I started prepping the photos, but ended up spending seven hours on this blog. Yes, the odd not getting tired was back again. I should feel shattered, but don’t? Then…
Another Whoopsiedangleplop!
All that time I’d sat at the computer, and thought, Blimey, I’ve not emptied the Catheter, so I did.
Two more hours as 04:00hrs approached, I stood up, and the warm feeling in my slipper, the now urine-soaked sock and slipper, made me so angry at myself.
I’d left the release valve open!
ARRGH! Cleaned up and washed the feet again. Hell of a job getting the socks off, ended up cutting them of the left foot. This started of and off.
Now I was tired and worn out, and both came on almost suddenly. I was going to get belatedly into bed, but the things I started sorting earlier and had been forgotten about were still on the bedspread. I was so tired, I just got an ice cream cornet from the fridge, a couple of bags of Teriyaki crisps, and plopped down on 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.
Zzzz!
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Inchie: Tuesday 10th February 2026

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A mixed bag of a day today.
Ups… &

alternating their visits, seemingly at random. I think they may have been listening to and responding to the desires of my
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05:30hrs, I rose gingerly, did the balance exercises, made the bed and noticed how little urine was in the bag. A good colour, though.
Kettle on, and took a snap of the morning view on offer from the kitchenette window. Not a good one, but there you are. I done my bestest. was shuddering away again. She’s getting more painful each time. Sported the waste bags into one. Had a wash, and Carer Ejaz arrived. Did a body check, Phorpained the shoulder and lower back and issued the medications. I asked him to pick up the things I’d dropped in the kitchen that I couldn’t safely retrieve. Made a brew of Glengettie tea, and a delivery arrived.
Red potatoes, red onions, fishsticks, ice cream cornets, beetroots, tomatoes, and iced coffee for the Nurses and Carers.
Thick-sliced white bread, shredded and sliced Leicester cheese. (Planning on having baked cheesy spuds and red onions for nosh tonight) Biscuits and snacks put with the already large stack I have of them in the other room.
Off to the wetroom, hobbling hastily, thinking that a Trotsky Terence evacuation was due. I was wrong. Twenty minutes or so later, I’d freed the moulded together solid mass of peanut-sized, rock-hard pebbles.
I’m not sure why I took this photograph. I imagine that something witty came to mind, and I snapped it, thinking I’d remember what it was about when I saw it on the SD card.
What a hopeful person I am.
Then the mind-blanks started. I’ve not been affected by these for a long time. They erased most of the afternoon’s memories, but I found these photos on the SD card. Sorry if they are from the, or for, the wrong day. It seems the mist had dropped again.
Then, I got a phone call from the QMC hospital. Thinking at first that it might be the EENT wing, to advise me of an appointment being made to have the Glaucoma or the Cataract treated. Or even more miraculously, the Neurology Department. To tell me an appointment has been made to investigate the seizures. Just perhaps it may be the bloke who told me that my Pre-Morbid Cognitive Impairment is treatable and placed me on the waiting list to be seen. 2003, that was. But No.

Took this shot while the Carer was here at about 20:00hrs. I forgot to ask him to take my socks off for me, so I could have a shower and a lather in the morning. But I forgot to ask. I suppose was laughing in the background along with Paul.

I got the cheesy spuds started. Spuds in the oven. Did some blogging for an hour, and then took out the spuds to cut them in half. Sliced the flesh inside the husks, sprinkled some salt & black pepper on them… In the meantime, Carer Ejaz arrived.
He helped with the spud creation, and we added Leicester cheese slices on top of each half-spud.
Got them back in the oven to crisp the cheese, and Ejaz gave the one tablet needed. Ezetimibe. Reluctantly I took it. I had been refusing it due to all the sleep problems. But I did take it this time. Fingers crossed. Ejaz trotted off, and I cleared up, saving stuff on the computer, and went to check the spuds. They were ready, so I closed the computer after cleaning it and made this meal. Wonderful!
Heck of a job cleaning the pan and tray.

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Have a Great Day

Inchie Today: Monday 9th February 2026

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Tuesday Morning
This Monday, the blog was started
At 06:00hrs
What a couple of days I’ve had.
Could not for the love of be get to sleep for over a day on Sunday.
Today (Mon), an utter reversal; I could not for the love of me stay awake all day and into the night. I only woke up, or was forced awake, when a Carer visited. Ejaz only did the first visit; Mizra the second; and Dilan the 3rd and 4th. His empathy is disquieting. No one else called, which is usual; no one phoned. Which was good enough for me on the day. When they did arrive, I must have been in a bit of a state, ’cause memories are vague about what happened. Although I seem to remember telling Mirza that I knew Ejaz had told me to ask someone to make a phone call for me. But I couldn’t, and still can’t, recall what it was about or to whom. Well, there is one thing I think I did: I refused the Ezetimbibe tablet, as I am sure the side effects of that are causing this crazy sleep pattern. On the long list of side effects in the box, this was the top one. Maybe that was the phone call I had to make? Tuesday morning, when I was well rested, and the confusion in my head eased, I went on the computer and found one about ordering the Catheter & creams that was overdue. Another call to be made. Mizra had no time on the short midday call, and Dilan, well, I don’t know if I even told him… no, I couldn’t if I’d forgotten about it, could I? I’m not as clear-headed as I thought I was. (Tuesday AM)
No photos at all on the SD card. Then again, there wouldn’t be, the state I was in, all I wanted was sleep. Had it not been for the Carers I would have slept right through for over 15 hours. Yet Saturday night and Sunday, I was sort of… erm, I just kept going without the slightest sign af any tiredness. I still feel that the Ezetibime was the cause. I vaguely sense that Dilan said he’d see me on Tuesday.
Hopefully (Tuesday), I’m praying that Ejaz will be back, he is offah with my problems and does all the call-outs and medication control. He is also aware of the seizure situation. I also pray that he calls on Wednesday. That is going to be a pressure day for me.
I’ve got a Social NCC worker calling in the morning. The gentleman won’t see Ejaz to ask about things; he’s calling too early. But then again, there is no confirmation that Ejaz will be calling. And he is supposed to be going with me to the Doctor’s appointment. He did the first call today.
I keep hoping to hear if they are increasing the Carers, or putting me in a home, or not. With Wednesdays being the only day we can arrange, hopefully, for a Carer to go with me to an appointment, for the last three weeks of Wednesdays, as I’ve had to go down to the launderette to collect the washing, and last week I had to dry the clothes that were still in the washer.
This did not do any good for Arthur Itis, Dizzy Dennis, or Fractured-Knee-Frank, any good.
I had to go up and down six times, and at a time of day when the castacted eye gets more blurred every day, my balance gets worse, and what bit of concentration I have crumbles. I may sound like I’m frustrated and frustrated even more now… but I am.

I slept, and sleepingly slept,
Woken 4 times, I almost yelped,
Half awake, as the Carers called…
No matter how long I slept,
I still felt tired and zapped,
Get up? No, still too tired,
No eating, I never washed,
In the recliner, I stayed,
My phone was never used,
The mobile never vibrated,
I never prepared any food,
All that time, I don’t think I dreamed,
I did really, I’m staying tight-lipped,
Clue? I was being encephaloned.
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Later, I had a nightmare…
I woke up.
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Keeping the faith in humanity…
Nae, not really…
All the best, folks!
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