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“Not a whole horse, more a portrait view!
Now, I’ve gorrit!
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What a slog of a day. Confusion, delusion, disappointment, a memory blank or two, and forever sort of in semi-control, couldn’t-care-less, and or Fretting about having nothing to fret over modes. Honestly, I worry about myself at times, then sink into an almost, but not quite there, semi-accepting-everything without bothering period. And even with the Carers and the nurse calling, I spent far too long on this blog. But enjoyed it… apart the the self-detrimental and imitation happy-go-lucky periods. Which were all mingled together at times. Talk about up & down! Humph!.
04:45hrs: Great colour this morning. I felt tired out still, and had to encourage myself to escape the c1966, £300 Oxfam charity shop bought, second-hand, itchy, 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. Caught my balance, and began to revert to my usual morning state of confusion and more confusion.
Ablutions and the first of the four visits to the Throne.
Each event was of a similar nature. Apart from this first evacuation, that is. I think a slow starter? Yet I could feel the bubbling and brewing from within, and I fully anticipated the usual of late, ‘Splushes-Splashes’ and all-done routine in seconds. But No!
I spent several minutes counting the cracks on the ceiling, and then I got the crossword book and spent ages on them. Not that I got many answers in, but enjoyed it all the same. Then, the motion started and finished in seconds. Why the delay, I don’t know, I’m sure.
The legs are getting fatter at the top, and the left is thinner at the bottom.
I must report that the getting rather annoying, and bothersome 
is getting uncomfortable and causing lesions on the skin? With 
Waste bags were collated. And left in the hallway close to the front door for collection by the kind carer. At this stage, I had a little bother when suddenly 
gave up the ghost momentarily. But being in the hallway was a help, as I could reach and use the walls to prevent any tumbling onto the floor. Yes, I had not taken a stick with me. Tsk! Lucky really!
I took this with the window open from inside the balcony, at the right end, facing North, towards Daybrook, Arnold and eventually Mansfield. The rain was coming, and the mudslide growing.
Then some 
snaps of the weather, and views from the kitchenette windows. But I did my bestestist! Hehe!
The weather made getting a decent shot taken rather difficult. Yes, they were not so good either today. Why? I’ve no idea. So I cleaned the glasses later & washed the eyes.
Returned to close the balcony window I’d left open. (The rain & wind coming in prompted me to! Hehe!)
And spotted a new vehicle in the car park from the earlier photo. So took this shot with it in. A motorbike, paramedic, or police possibly?
Either way, not a good sign.
This may have been a mistakenly taken picture?
The last view of my leg’s condition was before the District Nurse arrived minutes later. bless her cotton socks, to sort me out with new paraphernalia straps & bandages!. 
The arrival of any nurse always cheers up near toothless Inchy! Haha!
The nurse had brought a lot of new gear to use on me again today. I felt so cared about! I was smiling, joking and in fine mental form… Honestly!
More spare compression bandages and lesion pads. A big bagful. It looks to me like it will be a long job anticipated in getting the legs sorted out?
A new black wind-on compression sock. The nurse first removed the bandage from the right leg.
I loved the ridges it had left on the skin, and I asked her if 
she’d take a photo of it, for me to use on the blog.
She took the two above for me. You can see how
well the compressioning had 
reduced the fluid.
content of the right leg!
She then put on the black leg support on the left leg.
This will need changing every so often and washing.
Watching the Angel fit it, was such a complicated procedure. I don’t think the 
Carers will not be able to do it without much further instruction. Before doing this, she took a snap of the leg with (above left). With new ankle ulcers forming. The black compression sock did not show up in this photo. I thanked her most-muchly; she said she, or someone would be back next Tuesday to check things out and make any changes needed. ♥
On my fourth visit to the 
, or rather, after my fourth visit, I realised that the olive oil dropper bottle was nearly empty. So I meandered wobblingly into the kitchenette, and started searching (I never found it) for the mini cone out. (Found some on eBay and ordered them, free delivery from China?)
played dead for a few seconds… this time she got me – Crunched down on the hard floor, but the 
helped soften the blow. And there was no damage caused to anything, other than my knee. Hehe!
Discombobulated, I closed the computer and got a very much-belated, but needed 4-hour-leg-up-session in the £300 second-hand shop purchased, c1966, welt-causing, uncomfortable, not-working, itch-inspirational, crumb-containing recliner. Waking up a few hours later, I decided to have my second mug of tea of the day.
Utilising , and carefully taking this shot from the kitchen window, of the fast-disappearing sun. Not too bad an effort.
Got some nosh done. Potato Cakes, the last of the sweet Jenny-donated tomatoes, and some pickled beetroots. Which were unfortunately rock hard! I tried two and had to dish them; the rotting teeth couldn’t cope with them.
Hobbled into the kitchen to get the washing up done.
Checked that the taps (Faucets) were turned off, and no hobs, slow cooker or oven had been left on.
I returned to the recliner, looked at the Freeview schedule, and found that I could now watch two episodes of ‘Heartbeat’ and ‘Cracker’ on the same channel straight after each other. An entertainment feast for me!
Huh! I don’t know how I do it… I drifted off at the first set of adverts, and woke 4-hours later when the credits were scrolling at the end of the second ‘Cracker’ episode!
Someone asked me last week, “Do you watch a lot of television now you’ve got the time?” 
Keep Safe, Please!
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Another Inchy Failure – He got 3 in 60 seconds!
Not so Good This Week
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managed brain, meant terribly vexing periods of mistake-making, finding, and still not correcting properly – thus, I spent far too much of the day in grammatical investigations. Intermingled with getting so involved in my blogging, I kept forgetting the 4-hour leg-up, and then 4-hour stood-up as a routine treatment, as the nurse explained being essential if we have any hope of the now ulcerated, 
wound to be effective and will ever heal. Not that this 
and the flesh around it, is far more bothersome. Not to mention 
now being supported in her “Let’s Make Inchy Hurt & Fall-Over” mission. Now backed up by a new ailment, a sister, 
in the pain stakes. At least this morning, they are. I’d give 
A bit clearer this morning in the nocturnal pouch
Why? What? I know not!
Day pouch filled up with darker urine?
The compression bandaging was looking good.
Into the kitchen to check the taps.
You’d not believe how long and the mess it took me to get the pad on the mop. The ‘Speed-Mop’ – Huh!
It didn’t move a lot of the dirt and stains…
Just about worth the effort & pain it cost me.
Finally got a brew of tea made. I made it carefully, cause this is the last of the three china mugs I bought. Last week, I mourned the passing (and shattering) of the second mug this year. I do think that tea tastes better, imbibed from these mugs. Well, mug, now!.
She kindly took the bags through to the kitchen for me.
I thanked her, and was suddenly slightly stupefied as she departed; When I realised (or thought) that the order was ordered for 8 days later? I shan’t go any further into that, as this sickenly often-repeated Whoopsie with the food, was getting me into a self-loathing mode.
Household items.
Treats, luxury fodder!
A mixture.
A crammed-to-the-hilt fridge & freezer.
The rain had been coming for ten minutes or so when I went, as I often do, due to the memory-distorting qualities of 
The rain was pouring down heavily as I took this photo from the kitchen window to the North.
Then one straight ahead… all taken through the window
A final one towards the City Centre.
I’ve tried to explain these blanks to the lady at what was then, a Dementia counselling meet. But it was taken casually and she moved on to other areas, as if she did not believe me, or didn’t want to discuss the subject.
Another carer called as I was eating the meal. But memory is patchy of even that. By the time I was washing the pots up, things seemed to clear?
and 
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Took this shot of the evening in Night-Scene mode using 
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being on the verge of becoming an almost, practically smooth-working, but terribly slow service.
Yes! Only eight times, much better!
ruled the day.
were their peak of non-performance. How I didn’t sink into the expected 
, is something that puzzled me at the time, and still does. Through all the mental mayhem, frustrations and mistakes made, I poddled along with them, as if they were a daily issue to just put up with. 
Back to being dark… Tsk!
Morning kitchen view.
Spuds for the later nosh in the crock-pot.
Each one was in a similar fashion.
The waste bag is sorted.
Note the China mug within?
I later felt the 
slipping down the leg. I took a decker at it, and it was fairly full, and the urine was an even deeper colour now!
Obviously, the Finasteride Tablets are not working, no help at all. Why can’t they decide to give me a permanent catheter operation now; instead of another month with 
tearing bits off of poor 
s giving me agony and making walking a nightmare! 
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A bit of sorting out, in the fridge and freezer, produced an extra bag of waste to be made up.
failing, there are times when the finger ends lose all sensitivity… which can be a help, if you’ve just burnt banged or cut a finger? But not when one is typing on the keyboard. I’ve no idea which buttons I caught in error, but in Corel Draw, the activity arrow, would not work at all. After a good hour, of trying different combinations of the caps, control and alt, things ended up worse than ever…
Simply Wonderful!
Veg soup with added spuds, & a little chilli!
Midnight view from the kitchen.
Inchy should not have had an early morning shave!
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Inchy’s Carers Health Checks Returns
The four-hour leg-ups and then-down again routine, is a little tiring and disconnected, thanks to 
Who is back to her customary, well-practised habit of installing unwanted, 
Morning kitchen window view.
Within the first half-hour!
Bags were taken through to the kitchen.
The first bag was emptied, and food was put away.
Freezer full!
Fridge loaded.
None foods & treats.
Refilled the Carer, Nurses, & delivery treats.
All the bending has set off 
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I selected two large potatoes, to be turned
Got it back on, and made a start on this blog for a couple of hours’ worth of mistakes & errors to be made.
Had a wash of sorts, no shave!
I was pleased with how the potatoes came out!
A no-fish fish stick, a bit of the tomato cob,
with sea salt & no butter, butter!
Neighbour Jenny called, brought some tomatoes up got me ♥
I made a late snack; bless her.
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BACK TO NEAR NORMAL
The pestering-browbeating, doubts, fretting, frustrations, apprehensive, distracted, distraught, nervous, on edge, stressed, self-despising, muddled brain, constant forebodings and depression have all returned! Sadly! Tsk!
Ah, a betterer colour this morning!
Another not-so-good photo of the morning view.
I had not seen her for ages; nice gal.
So often.
arrived for the PM call. She did a kitchen and bathroom check on the taps & stove and took the waste bag to the chute for me.
One to the left…
‘Tother to the right!
No seepage from 
who called to wake me.
Took this shot while waiting for the cooking of the meal
caused the hand to wobble, so I had more salt than planned. Hehe! 
last night, it annoyed me when he kicked off non-stop all night.
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Tsk!
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were the worst. With a little occasional stinging back-up coming from 
. The pain behind the eyes is now coming from lower down, near the left ear? But not anywhere near as bad (He says with crossed fingers)
I tackled the nocturnal pouch removing it.
I was summoned to the wet room to use the Throne. The indications acting as a warning that came from the rumblings from the innards, that this was going to be a 
controlled evacuation… it was!
Added the sorted bag of waste to the one that I forgot to ask the Carer to take with him, in the hallway.
I failed to get to the 
when you need him!
I walloped down two Galpharm capsules when I eventually made the mug of tea… well, it was Thompson’s Punjana. And I took one last night as well. Humph! 
I eventually got the brew of tea made again.
Treats and essentials!
The fridge & freezer were full again!
I lost yonks again trying to get the signal back. Also lost time and work done when it kept coming back and off again within minutes each time! After an hour or more,
it seemed to be working again? 
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Carer Benjamin came for the heavy-medication evening visit.
Moments later the 
I selected some tomatoes.
The view had changed dramatically.
As the Sun rapidly disappeared.
Flavour Rating: 8.8/10. Nice!
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It is nice to escape the confines of the apartment.
The night Catheter Pouch was far too dark!
Before leaving to get the lift to the clinic, I suffered three of these types of visits. Hey-Ho!
Getting dressed was farcical.
I try to remember to turn on the low setting as I leave later… I then proceeded… 
and spoilt the day!
Carer Richard was not his usual self. Tired out, I’ll be bound.
A final call to the Porcelain Throne.
lift.
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from my pocket. Taking snaps through the window en route to town and the Audio Clinic.
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Tsk!
I took this sad selfie!
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came, I didn’t realise how late it was.
He took a snap of 
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has tactlessly joined in with them! I’ve not had a visit from him for months. I thought he might have self-destructed, committed Hara-Kiri, or self-sacrificed through the guilt of all the agony over so many years he’s given me? But no! He’s likely been charging up his pain powers, sharpening his stabbing blades? 
No chance!
Not much time to get nowt done today, and for the next three days there will be even less with all the appointments… 
Slivers of something in the morning urine?
Raining, mudslide started, from the balcony.
The rain persisted for a while.
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Waste bags sorted out.
Ensured that the quality of the above moon shots came out crap. Tsk!
Kitchenette.
Balcony.
Late afternoon sky – Beautiful!
Medical appointments for next Monday to Wednesday came in via text and email throughout the day. 
I will need some help getting dressed for the first time ever – that’s really humiliating, hagriding and ignominiously cringeworthy!
At least the nosh was a good one… although resisting nodding off while eating was not easy. Hehehe!
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When Save Earth mention Global Warming!
The compiler said the average time is 11 seconds. Mmm?
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Apart from the agony from the two ingrowing toenails, 
Potatoes in crock-pot.
Whiteboard reminders.
The dwindling mudslide at the end car park.
Cor, a bit deep coloured this morning?
But with the bandaging, I can’t get them on. Huh!
More food!
And a bottle for Sister Jane!
Nosh.
Hehehe!