Nicodemus’ Neurotransmitters failing – Page 63

Ironical Inchy: Thursday 7th March 2024

An eerie, misty morning. I like it!

Ablutions and medicating tackled.

Gums bleeding after teeth cleaning.
Shaving, eight tiny nicks, no bother!
Showering: I deliberately took my time doing this. And I got through it without a single Accifauxpas or Whoopsiedangleplop. Smug-Mode Engaged!
Medicationalisationing: Harold’s Haemorrhoids were exceptionally tender. Little Inchy was bloodied, but nothing unusual in this. Olive oiled the earholes.
I applied eye sprays. Phorpain gelled both cartilages; I put plenty on and rubbed it in well.
Then, the big challenge… Getting the
Protection Pants on. A bit of a farce… However, I did eventually get them on, but a slight tearing of the pants was overcome by my ingenious (well?) plan to use the Catheter tape to hold them together.
I even walked out of the wet room without knocking into the door frame. Smug-Mode Mark2

I started this blog but haven’t gotten very far…
For then, the interruptions flowed.
The gentleman from Diabetes Support rang. He explained that they could not meet me face-to-face, but I could use the App. I asked what that was: On your
mobile phone! – My mobile phone does not have internet access! – What? – My mobile phone does not have internet access! Well, use your iPad! (I’m not sure if he said iPad or ePad) – What are they? I can use my computer, can’t I? – No, it is not set up for computers, ask your doctor if she can arrange anything!
So, my hopes of getting any help with Diabetes 2 were over. I’ll have to find the time to search for advice on my computer. Felt a smidge low now.

Another try at blogging… The landline chimed and flashed; It was someone asking about the bed. Had the bar been fitted or not? – Yes! – Then someone will come out to you with a new mattress. – The one on the bed is new, I think? – That one was the wrong size! – Yes, they sent the wrong-sized bar as well. – That’s why I’m checking to see if the new bar has been fitted – Yes…
Can we come to fit the new mattress today? It’s no problem; I’m in all day. – Good!
I was a little perplexed, but I had to get back to starting this blog (I never did; you’ll gather that as I waffle on about my busy day).

Back to the blogging…

Carer Kara called; she only had 15 minutes, but she did an amazing job getting my socks on, checking the catheter bag, and putting my mind at rest about an email I’d had. Got the medications given and had to rush off. Thanks, Kara! ♥

Carer Christopher returned the laundry, and I put it away. Now, it’s well into the second half of the day!

Back to blogging…

I decided to make the second brew of the day; the first went cold again. I filled and sealed the waste bag.

Back to blogging…

The man with the mattress arrived. He was helpful; he had to remove the old mattress and put the new one on from the junk room (but they are all junk rooms).
Showed me how to use the lifter/lower control.

Back to blogging…

For about five minutes, it gave me time to put the first photos on in the wrong order and change them to where they should be…
I was sorting the wristbands out, and one of them snapped. I swore and bent down to retrieve it…
Clouting my forehead on the way down against the edge of the open drawer. Got up a little too quick, and paid me a visit. Naturally, this was of no bother to a man of my calibre and resistance to pain; I laughed the matter off. Ahem!

It was getting late, so I gave up on the blogging as the tiredness and fog descended.

I took this photo as I went to the kitchen to make some nosh. Carer Chris arrived, looking in a rush. Well, it was his last call before his going home time. Hehe!

The meal consisted of a four-bean stew with added mini sausages and baguettes. A lemon yoghourt, too!

I emptied the day bag and was ready to attach the nocturnal pouch. Getting so tired now!

Even I did – Easy-Peazy for once!

TTFNski

Irrational Inchy: Wed 6th Mar 24 – Seizure, but all well now.

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The second half of the day is a mystery to me. I took a turn and stopped doing everything. I got down in the second-hand, c1966, £300 charity shop-bought, wincingly grotty, beige-coloured, not working, crumb-covered from the nocturnal nibblings, itch-making, uncomfortable, virus-breeding, easy-to-fall-out-of recliner, and just stayed there.
The symptoms were a new occurrence for me. I was not dizzy exactly, but oh so vague. My thoughts didn’t seem to be my own. Apart from getting up to empty the tank a few times, I sat there for about eight hours or more, seemingly uninterested in getting up. I was so drained, but Sweet Morpheus was not attainable at all. I stayed there for two Carer visits. No meal, and no interest in eating. I left the TV on all the time, with the sound off. The odd dropping-offs were short… and at about 01:00hrs, as I got up to empty the pouch again, my balance was all over the place. I had a sense that I may not have checked the taps and cooker, so went to the kitchen, all fine, then the wet room… Things were fine there, too; as I turned to leave, a short had me walking into the doorframe yet again. Thus, setting off into action.
This Accifauxpas seemed good to me. I became a little more compos-mentis of things, but that brought on the realisation that I had not even started on the blog yet. Tomorrow, the Diabetes Phone Call and Assessment are due in the morning. Will I ever get this blog done?
Back came the fretting and worrying about just about anything that had been absent during the seizure, and I almost welcomed the concerns and worries back home like a lost puppy! Hehe! A short time later, I took a photo of the morning view and got the ablutions tended to. A shave, sh…, teggies, and shower.
I’ll have to rush this one. Sorry for missing stuff and for mistakes that are bound to slip through. It’s been a busy day all the same, so there’s a lot to recall when I upload the pictures. I’m hoping they will prompt Memory Michael., but… Hehe! Some scribble is still readable on the notepad for the earlier part of the day.

06:10hrs: I sprang back to life, full of vim and vigour, bounded out of the recliner and did twenty press-ups, 40 Toe-Touches and 5 minutes shadow boxing…
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Back to the truth…
06:10:hrs: As I moved, I could feel Little Inchy’s Fungal Lesion bleeding. I noticed that the urine in the pouch was very dark…

I emptied the wee into the jug I use for the day bag, and it looked far too red for my liking. The District Nurses have not visited me for a couple of months now, and I will do my best to remember to ring them later and tell them about the catheter not being removed for so long. Oh, and the electric-like pains in the ankle. Although I’m certain, this is caused by saying I’m sure of something maybe stretching the actuality of things.

Another foggy morning.

Foggier now.

Asda order arrived

Five items are out of stock.

I still have some of my favourites.
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These burgers are so nice tasting.

The best-tasting baguettes I’ve ever had!
Back on the computer.

Carer Shaquille arrived. Did his things, and we had a laugh along the way.

Carer Kara arrived later on. She sorted out some emails for me and showed me how to reject further emails from whoever. It was so easy as well, but with my eyesight, I missed the option at the bottom of the emails in question; it was in light green and or pink.
Be lost without her. ♥

The doctor’s surgery rang on the landline, with the NHS Anticoagulation, Deep Vein Thrombosis, and Warfarin test results and dosages.

The Seizure Struck. Well dark when I came out of it.

Beautiful late afternoon clouds.
With a brown hue, very pretty!

The brown was turning to blue an hour later.
Wonderful variations!

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Took these over five minutes, capturing the sun on its way down over the horizon. And turning red.
It made me think of Putin!

Put the TV on.

Does this take you back?
Heartbeat is my favourite TV programme.

TTFN

Irreality Inchy: Tuesday 5th March 2024

06:15hrs: The old codger awoke. He found himself appreciating that he’d woken up overnight for only about six times. Much better than the previous two nights. Three by his , and the same by . He had a rumbling grumbling in his stomach.
He then emptied his nocturnal catheter pouch. Not pleased with the amount of blood that seemed to be in his passed urine. He… well, I (Slipped into the second person mode there, sorry), I grabbed hold of and off to the wet room. WC duties first, and what a session this one was! The evacuated missile clunked into the WC bowl; it was wedged with about a quarter of it out of the water, and covered with the after-flow of a small dollop of high-quality stinky splashes from ‘s follow-up flow.

Ablutions and medicalisationing tasks were carried out. But, not without the odd . Here they are… Maybe not in order as they happened, but at least I can remember them: Cut my neck shaving, only a tiny one, no bother. Teeth and gums bleeding. All but went over getting the PPs on; I hate that balancing job. The urine flowing into the pouch looked a bit bloodied. And needed cleaning up again and ointmentating.
But, I got it all done in under two hours. And then as a parting shot as I left the wet room, I shoulder charged against the door frame, and set off . Went back in and got some Phorpain gel on the shoulder where I could reach to rub it in. Oh, and I trapped my finger in the cupboard door. People won’t believe my good luck… or lack of it!

Carer Marie called. In a rush, but we managed a mini-natter. Then I spent hours making errors as I tried to get the blog started.
Carer Kara called next. She was in a rush, too. However, she did sort out the problem I had with the TV yesterday. Did it in two minutes. (I did feel a fool not being able to get it done myself) Bless her. She shot off, and I was lonely again, just like when Marie departed. Sad, innit? Hahaha!
I got a snack made up to satisfy my sudden hunger. Some Microwave chips, Eurgh! Milk Roll bread, and soy franks. Nice!
Taste Rating: 5.2/10.
Washed the things, and spotted some unusual activity of Devon close. On, Cavendish Close. So, I got from the kitchen and concentrated on getting clear photographs of whatever it was that was going on.
But it was only some resurfacing of the road.
I really must get to the opticians to get the eyes tested again… but then… if I do it will cost hundreds of quid, and the the Glaucoma operation is due shortly. Of course, I was talking in the NHS 1960’s mode there – what I meant was, (back to 2024); The Glaucoma operation may be due within three or four years, if I live long enough!

A kitchen window photo to the right was taken first.
No idea what it was, but I loved this one. Nothing special on shoe, but I found it appealling.
Then I took one of the lowering sun to the left of the window.
At this stage, the night Carer called. It was nibble-nibbling Carer Christopher. We had a chinwag, but he wasn’t listening. Nothing new there. He took the laundry bag with him, it wasn’t full though. Laughs, and lads insults were swapped. Hehehe!
.I almost got caught out when the catheter day pouch suddenly filled so quickly again – all okay though, nae bother. It was emptying slowly for some reason unknown to me.
When to get second and last brew of tea, .
And the beautiful sight of the sun setting caught my eye. I had no other choice than to go back to the computer to get the camera, and return to take these shots of the views offered me by Mother Nature. Gorgeous, even if not as good as they might have been.
Ten minutes later, I caught the sun just as it was about to disappear over the horizon, and out of view. Lovely!
Finally got the blog finished and posted off to WordPress.

I watched the TV at the same time as starting this blog going. But it ended up not being. I found so many mistakes on the blog I’d posted earlier, that it took me an hour to correct them all. Even then, I probably missed a few.

The baby baguettes at the side of the tray of potato hot-pot, shows up just how measily the mini-sized Parsley Box meal was.

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May Joy and Jollity Join you!

Inactivated Inchy: Monday 4th March 2024

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Good Morning!
Photo kindly taken by Carer Maryham after she helped me wash & shave and get dressed. ♥

Dark wee-wee, bloodied pee!

A red-hued morning view.
Tsk!

Computer on, and reduced some things on the order for the week after next from J. Sainsbury.

Made up the bed. Well, flung a quilt over it.

Today’s fodder order arrived.
Not a lot this time.

Took these shots.
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These came out okay.

Computed for a couple of hours. Then, I made a brew to dunk some of my sugarless biscuits.
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Taste Rating: 3/10.

Took two shots of the kitchen window view.

Then arrived. At this stage, I was doing well mentally… no, that’s a fib! I was not doing too badly in the concentration stakes. We had a little natter after she’d medicated me and checked the taps and cooker.
After departed, things took a long lasting turn for the worse. The started. I was using the small blue plastic
picker-upperer, and as I leant down to retrieve the dropped hearing aid, I injured the picker-upperer. Bent it rather acutely… it’s not working. Now… I may have said an assortment of naughty words.
So, I was frustrated and self-critical as the landline burst to life. The Physiotherapist made sure I was aware of his arrival. Haha!
The gentleman arrived minutes later. But with my having just broken the picker-upperer, my mind was all over the place. What I can recall, is he tested both & s abilities, by my lifting the legs as far as I could without too much pain. Won that competition easily. He asked if the walker was better now that he’d mended the ‘wiggle’ on the right handlebar, and I thanked him, as it was a lot easier to use now. Many questions were answered, hopefully correctly, by me. But details of them have now gone into the ether. I recall losing what I spoke of a few times and feeling foolish. The man was understanding about this. I think my using the bed was referred to. He said he’s had a word with my doctor about the cartilage. Maybe it’s more pain relief. Almost sure. Ah, I did tell him of getting more frequent now I’m using the bed. But I sense that an awful lot more was discussed.

Variety is the spice of life. Hahaha!

I found on the reminder notepad that I’d scribbled what I thought was Rachael. No idea why?

Eventually, at long last, I started updating Sunday’s blog and got it posted very late in the day. I was now getting exhausted & weary. And just had to give up the blog working. I may get up early in the morning and try to start early on it… or not.

I got the stew and potatoes cooking and put the TV on… Oh dearie! I was baffled by this message that came up!

The remote control, was not affecting anything I tried to get to the later button to click on it. Then I dug out the Bush TV remote, which the engineer who fitted it up told me I would not use, and he said to throw it away; it was not needed. I tried to see if that would work to get to the set-up button, but that wasn’t doing anything either. So now, paying three times as much as before for the TV & phone service, which I didn’t want anyway but got conned into taking, and having to buy a Smart TV to use the service… I’m left without any TV at all! I don’t know if the message was from or the Bush television people? I need help here; if anyone can and knows what I can do, please chip in. I’ll ask a Carer if they can phone for me. It said a reset will be needed, that scares me; I could lose my internet service?
Depressed again now!

Got the fodder served up, but I was not in a good mood to enjoy it. But still ate it ravenously.

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Took two-night shots from the kitchen window. Well, I’d not TV to watch. I spent £400, and £88 a month, and may end up with no landline, or computer supply… I’ve virtually lost the TV anyway. Grrr!
The first artistic one. Haha!
The second one.

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I’m fuming, frustrated, frumpy, fed-up, frightened, frazzled, and flagitated. Fighting a ferocious fiend, fragmenting my brain & body, without any help, physiatrics or therapy! Did I write that?

Keep Safe, each!

Incapacitated Inchy: Sat 2 Mar 24 Comprehensionless Today

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I lived this Saturday in Nadaville. With an aura of clueless-incomprehension, bafflement, with so many mental-seizures, I occasionally went into an almost hypnotic state. Yet when free of them, things seemed to be going so much better. The worst hassle, was getting so easily distracted from the task in hand. I was at sixes and sevens, discomfited. Getting back online mentally was not easy. Plus, having to correct things I’d got or done wrong during the last ‘semi-clear period’ caused more problems. The times I changed things to ‘correct’ the errors, then found I’d got it wrong, seemed endless.
Just thought I’d mention it.
I’m doing this blog so late on Saturday, and so many memories have faded. I’ve no idea why, but I did not use the notepad as reminder much at all, yesterday?
Well, the time I got up at 04:35hrs, some scribble I diagnosed as my moaning about the frequency of the nocturnal , ever waking me up. That’s why I gave up and got up. The giant-sized concrete evacuation was written clearly. Something about CorelDraw problems and the camera?
Very few photos were taken. Hope they remind me as I put them in of events. Worra Day!
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Terrible photo.

Another terrible photo.
Horrible photo.

Pouch nearly bursting.

I can recall taking these cloud shots.
I see a one-eyed monster in the top one.
Hehehe!
Gorgeous!

Flowing well.

Gave up with the blogging, meal in oven and put the TV on. At least I found the remote control tonight.

A feast!

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TTFN Folks!

Inept-Inchy: Frid 1st Mar 24 It’s more like a Carry-On film than life!

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Are any Parole Boarders reading these?

Sorry, there are so many errors in my grammar and typography. I’m so far behind again. The concentration is bad enough; but I’ve started wandering off and doing other things before the original job was done, repeatedly so. FND and Cognitive Impairment Iris, Who do I blame?
Here we go, with the many items and incidents missed, forgotten or I gave up on.

Far too dark again! I’ll try to remember tp mention it to the social lady on Monday when she comes of telephones me. Or is that on Tuesday?

Gloomy morning view…
and sky.

Hours trying to get the blog started. But Iris sent me off on so many other things to do. Carer Chris called, and I have no idea what took place.

Boy, the skies had changed.

I rang Sister Jane. Getting ready to go to the football match at the City Ground.

Ginormous!
I’m glad that’s over!

Carer Joanne came. Poor gal has lost her hair. And her catheter is giving her grief too! Not feeling up to much, bless her. But we still managed a laugh or two. I hope she’s going to be alright. ♥

My concentration and confusion was so bad, I decided to make a brew and watch the TV for a while to try yo unwind… Then…
I made the mug of tea, but could I find the TV remote? No, I couldn’t! You can see why I’ve got nothing done today, can’t you? I spent over half an hour trying to find it, without any luck. I’d search every room, pocket and drawer. Baffled! I returned to put the computer back on and thought I’d have a last look for the remote
I emptied out everything off of the c1966, £300 Oxfam charity shop bought, second-hand, wincingly grotty, beige coloured, crumb-covered from my nocturnal nibblings, itch-making, uncomfortable, positively unhealthy & dangerous, no longer operational, virus-breeding, easy-to-fall-out-of, Catheter-tube-trapping, recliner, but didn’t find it. I thought the only place it could be, was underneath the £300 second-hand shop purchased, c1966, welt-causing, uncomfortable, not-working, itch-inspirational, crumb-containing recliner.
So, despite the orders not to bend or do any heavy lifting, I struggled… painfully to edge the recliner away from its usual position a little at a time. Each move was almost crippling my back and knees, but I was determined to find out if it was hidden under the chair. I could only do one chair move at a time. had to rest a minute or two between each one. Also, the rubbish I found each move had to be cleaned up.
Another hour or so later, I remembered I’d not collected the brew of tea yet. I was leaning on the arm of the recliner to lift myself up, and got a double-attack at just the wrong time. ! , gave way, and the at the same time! I crumpled, banging down in the aged, grotty-looking c1966 made, charity-shop-bought, horribly beige-coloured, £300, Harold’s Haemorrhoid-testing, non-operational, acne-giving, virus-breeding, rickety, easy-to-fall-out-of recliner. Bursting open poor when I landed!
The agony only lasted for five minutes or so. Then I gingerly rose, grabbed a hold of precious , to the wet room to medicate my rear end, and Phorpain gelled . I was feeling a smidge sorry for myself and agree at me at the same time. The day was getting dark, and the blog had still not been started properly yet. Standing still or sitting down hurt after that, let alone trying to hobble around. Carer Chris arrived to break my concentration further on what needed doing. When I told him of my farcical Accifauxpas, he found them amusing. Haha!

I still had to get the £300, second-hand, musty, Haemorrhoid Harold Testing, cringingly beige, not-working, rickety recliner back to its original position. The thought of having to contact the oligarchical about getting a replacement TV remote, I found daunting. Then I went to get the chair repositioned, and guess what I found, when I moved it?
Yep! The remote Control!

I can’t see things improving much.

It was well dark now, sod all done.

Went to try making another brew, and noticed the kitchen window view.
Bootiful, too!

Back on the computer, forgot all about making a mug of tea again. For a few minutes, things were going reasonably well… Carer Chris arrived. Full of the joys of spring, that cheered me up a bit.

Took two shots before the sun sank.

Gave up on the blog. no concentration left. painfully. The ribs I hit going down on the recliner. And then, the cartilage & ribs were aching away.
Then, a flipping and dusted my spectacle and dressing gown with dried flaked-off skin! I got a letter telling me the rent was going up, along with the communal electricity, caretaking costs, and CCTV charges.

And I still had to make a meal yet. The moment I got up, more pain from the back I twisted and ribs. But these things didn’t depress me, not at all. I was already depressed anyway!

At least the skies were changing and nice.

Early hours of the morning, I made a bowl of vegetable chilli. Grand!

I found this photo on Friday that I’d missed earlier.

I think I may have made a cock-up here?

My damned ribs and back are giving me some!

TTFN.

Incel-Inchy: Thursday 29th February 2024

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Night bag red!
Bad, innit?

He looked poorly. No, cheering him up at all was successful. He must be going through hell with the diabetes symptoms. Poor lad.

Got on with the blogging catch-up. (Of course, I never caught up; I just got further behind as the day crawled, mistake-ridden on!). I thought yesterday was the worst day in months for typing and memory loss, which was annoying, but today was worse!

The intercom rang out. It was the Parsley Box delivery that Kara had arranged for me. The access button was pressed, and I realised the catheter pouch had to be emptied and hastened to do so. During this, I heard a loud thud. I thought it was the chap in the flat above; he has been getting noisier daily this week. I’m not complaining. I believe he also has to walk with a stick, so I know how he is, like me dropping stuff all the time, hence making noise for the poor tenant below me.
I got to the door and found what the earlier thud must have been. The DHL driver had dropped the box of ready meals on the floor outside the door. This was poor; the box split and tore… will I use them anymore?
I spent a long time using to take photos of each meal I’d bought.
Collectively.
Mushroom Risotto
Vegetable & Lentil Hotpot
Three bean Chilli
Vegetarian Cottage Pie.
Meat Free Chilli.
Cumberland Pie.
I read each meal to find the cooking time it needed. Each one varied a little, but the timing and the sell-by dates were written large enough for me to read easily. The shortest sell-by date was Nov 24. Some had Jan 25 dates. They can be stored without a fridge or freezer. I’ll try a Cumberland Pie tonight and add some canned garden peas.

Finally, I finished the blog. As arrived. She rang the Community Nurse’s place and told them about the new Catheter pouch being too long and the tube too thick. They said they would replace them with men’s day bags ASAP. Thanks, Kara! ♥.

I realised when I got back on the computer that I was out of templates for the blog. So, foolishly, thought I’d do a month’s worth in advance. This time, determined not to make a right hash of it and get things wrong, like dates and days for each one, and have to re-sort them like last time. I went into concentration mode and proceeded to make up the templates. After three hours, the next Carer arrived.
It was . We had a natter after she’d sorted the medications, and she had to rush off, busy, busy, busy; bless her, leaving with a smiling face.
When I got back to the template making. I was like another different creature. Confidence was all gone, and I got myself lost for a while, trying to find where I was up to with the task.
Another hour later, I felt delighted and thought I’d done an excellent job this time. I almost went into an undeserved . This belief later turned out to be fallacious! Humph!”.

I smugly turned off the computer; I’d tired myself out with the concentrating, I think. Mind you, I’m not getting much sleep due to my fixation with doing this blog… for far too many hours each day. But I love it when I can raise a smile or two with the truth.

Arrived to carry out the late call.
I showed off to him and looked at the list of templates I’d done.
Dagnabbit, and balderdashski! I’d missed two days off and doubled up on another. And now they are all out of order and sync. Crying was an option, as was cursing and self-recrimination… not as far as suicide, though! Chris thought it was funny. Huh! Boy, was I irked at my own stupidity! No meal or TV watching tonight; I had to correct the errors and spent an aeon getting them sort of nearly, well, something like an imitation of a workable order.
A really mixed-up mess to tackle every day of the month now. I fear dates, days, etc., may get flummoxed!

Not a good shot, Tsk!
A smidge betterer?

A commonplace late-night event here.
I wanted to stay awake to watch the film The Rock. Every single time the adverts came on, I drifted off into slumber. But not for long. Because I kept getting woken up with . I gave up and turned off the TV, but the mini-shocks kept coming regularly. Thankfully, took the night off, and it didn’t bother me. Then again, with the ankle shocks, he wasn’t needed to ensure I gave up not only on watching the box but also trying to sleep. I got up at 03:15hrs and rose up like a behemoth… is that the right word? Pondered on what day it was and got my feet down on the floor again as I climbed out of the itch-creating, bruise-giving, catheter-tube-tugging, crumb-decorated from my nocturnal nibblings, God-awfully uncomfortable, cringingly-grotty, no longer working, dirty beige, anti-sleep designed, c1966, second-hand bought for £300, ten-years ago from the Scope charity shop in Sherwood, recliner.

Fare Thee All Well…
Luck’s coming your way,
Yes, I can tell…
If not, have a day that’s swell!

Adios Amigos!

Inchy: Wednesday 28th February 2024

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Terribly up-and-down day today. Alternating seemingly every five-minutes to me, looking back.
But, so busy. Carer Kara helped me sort out the meal ordering. As well as the diabetic course booking.
This period was the most up one of the day.
Electric-like shocks from the ankles came on so often, far more than any other day since they started.
The new day [ouch on the catheter is leaving scars much worse than the old type were. Bleeding f from the fungal lesion is far worse. Plus, Reflux Roger with his blasts of wind coming up, making three carers, Shaquille, Maryham and Kara, all laugh.
Trouble with the Liberty-Global TV.
Watched the Forest vs Man Utd match. It’s a shame they lost; they deserved a draw, at least; the refereeing seemed biased to me… again, against Forest.
The mind blanks/seizures and Electric-like ankle shocks were both persistent today. When asleep, a rarity that… the ankle shocks often wake me up, but when awake and out-of-it, wither they do not strike or wake me up? Conrad’s Confusion reigns.

The Catheter Katie night pouch did not have much in it, and it was far too dark.
Removed it from the day bag. This new style, which I believe is a woman’s version, has a really thick, long tubing. The release valve at the bottom is touching my slippers; it’s that long! When it fills, the weight drops it down even further, making reaching it to release the valve to be emptied, is difficult and painful.

Morning view ahead.
The misty sky.

called on the first call of his day shift.
The lad looked in top form. He gave me some tips on cooking pasta, after sorting the medications out.

A few minutes later, arrived. On a financial help call. Sorted the letters that had arrived. Then handled ordering the Parsley Box order for me.
She checked the bother with the new-type catheter. I’d hoped she call the District Nurses to see if they could be swapped, but don’t know if I asked her not now.
I’m lost when Kara does not call.
Maryham, Marie, Christopher and Shaquille have all helped me this week. Much appreciated, too. But it is only Kara that the bank will talk to on my behalf. She also helped me through the options for the Diabetes Course. Manuel is phoning or calling on Monday; I’ll mention the painful catheter to him.

A nearly full front car park this afternoon.
Sometimes, I miss having a car or motorbike to use. But it was sensible to voluntarily hand in my driving licence when I started getting the seizures. I don’t regret doing this usually, in fact, I’m kind of proud of myself for doing it. The thought that I could kill an innocent person should I drop off while driving was the reason I surrendered the licence. I was thinking of this and had a look at the mobility scooters available.

called. She had a giggle at my revelations and jokes. Did me a lot of good that did!
Kimberly found my jokes funny! Grrreat!.
Diabetic socks were put on, and medications were issued. Safety checks were done.

After an hour or two constantly sat down at the computer, the bag was filling again.
I painfully bent down to get to the release valve, which with the weight of urine, was now on the floor! And noticed afterwards the state of the top of the leg, where the extra-thick (No, I’m not talking about me, Hehe!) and long tube had worn a shape into the leg.
I wiped off the trickles of blood and took this picture of it. I’m hoping Kara can call the District Nurses, or wherever she calls it, to ask them if there is any chance they can swap back to the old shorter ones.

Easy-peasy one today… even I spotted the mistake. Albeit, it took me longer than the 4 seconds.

T.T.F.N.

Inchy: Monday 26th February 2024:

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Written in Support of the Inchcock Sanity-Seeking-Subspecies-Swarm

Up at 04:30hrs.

The only decent photos taken all day. Of the sky and moon. Peripheral Neuropathy Pete put an end to decent Kodak Tim shots then. Not many were taken today, and I lost my confidence a little. the Kodak Batteries lasted for only a day, about 12 pictures worth. Later, I put the last of the Kodak batteries in; they are… were, two batteries a day used since buying them. A warning here is anyone is tempted to buy them from Amazon or eBay… don’t! They should be called Energy-less!

Complete reversal. On the next visit to the Porcelain Throne. Still, it does make things more interesting; never knowing what you are going to have to put up with. Constipation Konrad’s unmoveable concrete Torpedoes? Splurging, splattering, almost liquid evacuations, of the Trotsky Terence mode that needed not only my body but sometimes the wet room floor, WC, and splattered floor cupboards to be cleaned.
I mention this for the Mr & Mrs ‘Regulars’, who don’t know the fun they’re missing. Hehehe!

Carer Richard arrived; the lad was not looking or feeling very well. His diabetes. His HbA1c level is all over the place, and it shows. I hope not, but think the lad will have to be off work again soon. Nice bloke too!
I didn’t ask him to put the diabetic socks on; I’ll ask the next Carer to call on me, whoever that is. Which as it turned out, arrived five minutes after Richard had left me. It was . She was on the much overdo and needed weekly domestic visits. Helped me with the ablutions. I really appreciated that and hid my embarrassment, and she didn’t laugh. Haha! While I was shaving and not doing a good job of it, Maryham cleaned the wet room for me. But I forgot to ask her to put my socks on afterwards, Brr! Hehe! ♥

Started blogging many hours later than planned. Then,
turned up. She obliged and put on my diabetic socks for me despite being in a hurry; bless her cotton socks! Oh, it warmed me up no end in getting the socks on. ♥
Thanked Marie muchly for her help, and walked back to get the slippers on…. Stubbed my toes against the base of the clothes-airer legs. I just laughed it off, with gay abandonment and a chuckle to myself.
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My typing and blogging skills were even worse than they were earlier. I’d typed unknown words that did not exist. Misspellings and grammar disasters that had Grammarly forever showing up. Forgetting the word or words needed to suit the context. Stomach ache, and of all things, I’m being barraged by , Now, stabbing grinding pains. Out of the blue. He’s always started off slowly and built up to a full-on attack before? Not this time!
I’m going to take an extra Codeine now.

Took the tablet, and was summoned to the wet room. What a mess! And an awful lot of cleaning up afterwards was needed.
While in there, I had a mini-wash and oiled the ear holes. Germoloided the delicate areas after more bleeding from .
Then Germoloided the delicateApplying the Germoloid ointment has never stung before. Well, it flipping well did today?

The mist and fog disappeared suddenly, and I took these shots with Kodak Tim of the emerging clouds from the darkness. Bootiful all the same.

After a few hours farting about making mistakes on the blog, I opened the box of Walkers Worcester Sauce-flavoured 21g potato sticks and gobbled it up. Not the whole box you understand, just one packet. Hehehe!

I’ve never known time to go so fast. Well, I have, when Grizelda came to visit me, and we entwined. But that’s another story, and now only a memory. Where was I? Lost my concentration there… the mind wanders… The tears flow.
Oh, yes, the evening Carer called, it was precious Marie. I really thought it was hours earlier than it was… then again, nothing unusual in that. Pleased to see her again. Medications, Peptac and painkillers were issued.

I went to use up the last of the chips. Doing the daily meal preparations… Placing the chips in the oven, and up popped kindly, gave me a . With a clatter as the tray fell to the floor, the chips seemed to catapult all over the place, and a feeling of depression overcame me instantly; these were the last of my chips, and I was going to have a last feast of them, now they have been banned by the doctor! After the pain of getting down to retrieve them and then getting back up and cleaning them, I carefully got them back in the oven and cooking. Then made up a baguette with the usual No-Butter Butter slathered thickly on the wholemeal roll. How will I manage with eating no potatoes? Can witchcraft help? Praying didn’t.

Here it is! Sadly, these are my last chips until I get the diabetic level down to a safer level… even then, and if I can do so, will they allow me to once again eat the staple food of the 1940s-born generic Nottingham proletariats ever again? Will this be the final score high score of my noshes?

The sky cheered me up a smidgeon as I washed up the pots from the gorgeous meal enjoyed. It came out a little better this time.

I saw here, Mummy & Daddy clouds, with the babies all in line below.

Little did I know as climbed into the itch-creating, bruise-giving, catheter-tube-tugging, crumb-decorated from my nocturnal nibblings, God-awfully uncomfortable, cringingly-grotty, no longer working, dirty beige, anti-sleep designed, c1966, second-hand bought for £300, ten years ago from the charity shop, recliner, this was going to be one of the worst nocturnal shifts ever! Not counting the night I had the stroke!

Oh, forgot to reveal the quiz findings. Better late than never… He says! Keep smiling!

TTFNski!

Inchy: Sunday 25th February 2024

Oh, heckithump!

A tinge of brown in the first-morning snap of the view from the kitchenette?

Thus, I evacuated the splashy sludge.

The brown clouds had lessened.
A hazy-looking moon got through.

I did the waste bags and then made up the day’s spring water bottles.

Getting lighter now.
Frost was on the ground, but that soon cleared up, especially on the bottom field, decorated with footfall-made paths.

Despite my guzzling away at the water, the flow from bladder to pouch was far less today.

Late afternoon.

I had a search for Meals-on-Wheels, as it was known on the web. Totally confused. As I am with the instructions over the Diabetic Course Email. I sent a reply on Friday explaining that I did not know which of the options to choose. No indication of where they would be held, and I have to sign up in a few days or not get on the waiting list. I’ll ask Carer Kara if she can contact them for me. Miguel… no Manuel… well, one or the other to clarify the situation, location and when. If I remember.

Bye-bye, sunshot.

Veg soup, nosh. Had just two thin rounds of bread, and some potatoes were in with the beans.
Sad, innit? Hehe!

I did… but not in the time allotted.
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Late Carer Came. Socks were not taken off, and no nocturnal pouch was attached to the catheter. It’s my fault; I forgot to ask for it to be done.

Cheers!