Nicodemus’ Neurotransmitters failing

Inchie: Monday 12th June 2023

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THINGS DON’T CHANGE MUCH – DO THEY?


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I was determined to ruin my plans to catch up on the much-missed sleep. And he did! However, thankfully the odd dream of the night before did not return to haunt me with my past wrong decisions, failed plans, missed opportunities and many errors.

At 04:00hrs, I considered giving up and getting up. As I Decided to get the ablutions done early, I drifted off into kip. I was rudely disturbed by the usual jolting and jerking awake session, which I thought had put paid to any more sleep being possible. But, No! Before I knew it, I was back in the land of nod again! At 05:30hrs, The jolts returned with a vengeance. I’m not sure how I stayed in the second-hand, £300, c1968, overwhelmingly sickening beige coloured, tatty, uncomfortable, wobbly, germ-producing, falling to pieces, food residue collecting recliner; but I had an aching back and shoulder from something… tossing about I suppose, but I recall no dreaming at all? 
Once again, while planning the day ahead, I found myself asleep. At 06:00hrs, I woke up almost normally; with no agitation of the mind or jumping about.
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s night pouch was not
very full.
A smidge disappointing that was. But it was a good colour on the NHS Urine listing card, classed as grade three – A Healthy Wee!
Cleaned the room from the nocturnal nibblings of the night. (I wish I could remember eating them!) By the time I’d got into the wet room, a slight diversion was called for, as so often occurs; the need to use the arose.
I think that was losing his grip on the rear-end proceedings. A little messy this morning. I can sense that is making a comeback; I thought I was passing more wind last night.
I tackled hauling buckets and bowls of water devon the kitchenette to the wet room to refill the still-awaiting repair W.C. water tank and the not running cold water tap. Needless to say, I was not pleased. So when I got the refilling and wet room tidied up, I Took one of the Extra Strong Ipobrufen capsules to calm Brenda down a bit. Got the washing done and noticed the feet were still a smidge swollen. But of little bother.

Took a shot of the morning view from the window, some pretty houses locally.
And good news, last month’s figures tell me only four of them in view were broken into! Mind you, one was a recipient of the police drug rain, and another had an unmown reason for the bobbies calling and the took away a man and woman.

I got the computer on, and immediately… well, within a minute… Yes, once more the Liberty-Global, Virgin Media fails!
But Gobsmackingly, it came back on within a minute!

I had an email about the MyFood Den delivery; it looked, according to the tracker, that it could be here anytime soon.
I stopped on the computers and got my feet in a bowl of water. Heck of a difficult job getting them up or me down to dry them. I felt properly tired afterwards. showed contempt in the usual painful way that she has.

the parcel arrived. Dropped in the doorway and off the driver Chappy trotted.
Got the knife to open the well-protected goods within.

Well, as I put them away, I was tempted to try something on the order that I’d never had before. “Caviar”! Well, when I say Caviar… it wasn’t.
The cheapest jar on offer was £269.40! This was actually an ‘Imitation Caviar’, much more my price range at £2.89.
I’ve no idea what to have with it, or how to eat it. I’ll learn!
Went on the balcony to have a nosey at the end car park.
Then, in the front car park.
Billum, of The Manor Laboratories in the U.S. of A keeps a record of the colours of the vehicles and gives an insight into who drives what. Hehe! I did notice that there seems to be a more varied selection this morning. Monday visitors, mayhap?
While waiting for the service from Liberty-Global Virgin Media to return, I tried to check under the feet – but getting them high enough was a feat I could not beat.

The urine was not passing very well, especially as I am drinking water like it was going out of fashion.
Over the next four hours or so, I persisted with the blog and got yesterday’s finished and posted off.
Carer Carol-Anne arrived. We had a natter, and I had another painkiller, and she got the eye drops in for me.

I got the beans and veg stew going, and put some small potatoes to roast in the oven to go in the stew, casserole whatever it was I was making.

A possibility of a sunset tonight, methinks, judging by the cloud layers and shapes. Of course, I could be wrong. A rarity, I know.
I then got a landline call come in.
It was from EasyLink. And it caused a bit of a mild panic, that took up over two hours trying to sort out… I’ll explain
. But we all know that I need not have mentioned it, really.

The chap was confirming the lift being arranged for tomorrow’s visit for the cataract and cornea checks and discussion. He said pick-up would have to be earlier than planned… It didn’t help with me forgetting what time the lift and appointment were arranged for in the first place! 14:00hrs lift, picking up to bring home from the EENT hospital at 16:40hrs. I thanked him, and had a look at the calendar – Oh, dear!
What started as feeling uncomfortable developed into a panic, then almost full-blown hysteria! .

Could I find the original appointment letter? No! I couldn’t find it where I knew I’d left it – in a pile of letters on the Carers table. Well, spent an aeon searching for it.
Not in the three-wheeler-walker trolley. Not in any of the folders (going through them took me an hour without any luck); The drawers one by one. The junk room, even the wet room!
I got the nosh going, thinking a change of thought pattern might still be something memory-wise to trigger.
But no luck!

I tried making a start on this blog.
Sister Jane called. Hard hearing her words, but she does talk so fast. I’m just glad she called; we had a bit of harking back to the younger days. I enjoyed it, and it calmed me down nicely.
Enough for me to try another search for the letter. I started at the first pile of correspondence I tried where I was so sure I’d put the letter…

There it was, the fifth letter down the stack. . Hehe!

Mealtime:
Soya chunks, a can of chunky vegetable soup, beetroots and a can of garden peas added to the mixture. As I was serving up the feast on the tray, Carer Chris arrived. I pulled his leg about him always arriving when I was serving up or eating a meal. Gave him a laugh!
He got the eye drops in and got the night pouch added to the day pouch. I’d put the meal in the microwave to reheat it, and we had a thunderstorm.
It didn’t last long. Carer Chris got some photos for himself from the balcony taken. I managed to get just this one through the balcony windows. It freshened the air up afterwards. Thanked him and off he went.
The meal being in the microwave didn’t do it any favours flavour-wise. Taste: 5/10.

TTFN

Inchie: Sunday 11th June 2023

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THE NOCTURNAL PHANTASM

It was so fantastically real at the time. I felt terribly depressed as I was dreaming the dream, Humph! 
It seemed such a long one too. A mishmash of incidents where I seemed to be back doing various jobs I’d done over the years; and jumping from one to another all the time. With this, there should have been confusion, but I seemed to follow it, although it was so confusing – which confused me more!
Everything brought back, was of frustrating or failed episodes I’d had; but somehow seemed worse this time? I may have been flailing about as well, cause the end came when I woke suddenly, realising my leg must have come off of the ottoman. and I stubbed my toes on the chair leg, twisting s knee! Both were painful, not that it registered immediately; my mind was trying to remember the dream details… I found some scribbled notes about it, which puzzled me even further; how could I write notes when in a dream?
All I can think of was, I must have woke up and made the notes, nodded off, and I went back into the same dream?
The and pains registered. They were bad enough for me to abandon the pleasure of the c1968, non-operational, tatty, scruffy, unkempt, uncomfortable, germ-breeding, Harold Haemorrhoid-Testing, sickenly beige-coloured recliner, to get some capsules;  barred-by-the-Doctor, Strong Ipobrufen.
Worra Dream & Awakening!

I had a struggle to get the connector off from the night
bag. So much so, that, with the bending and tugging at the thing, kicked off. And she’s been so kind yesterday.
I was in a mental and physical fiasco. But not for long; other things developed that made me add some more pain and anguish. The cause being, the need for the And what a session that was!

The leg dropping off of the ottoman must have been harder than I realised.
The top strap on tackle was itching like mad.

So, I naturally gave it a good scratching. I’m sorry I did that!

I anticipated that the resistance from the last three days of
being in control would need the aid of the crossword book. It was novel, to be able to read the clues now the Cataract Eye is getting better – but had to close the left eye to do so. The left eye has a cataract also and will need attention soon.

I fetched the first two buckets and bowls of water and hand refilled the not-yet-repaired; (but it’s only been 16 weeks I’ve been in agony filling bowls and buckets of water, awaiting the repair work – and only four more weeks until the appointment date arrives [20 weeks!]). 

Then on the last bowl-full of water was taken from the kitchen to the wet room !
I got a strong twinge from , at the same time, she was joined by , and within an instant, the bowl dropped at my feet, and the water somehow covered a large area of the wet room floor, me, the dressing gown, sink and W.C. Oh, dearie me!

Searching desperately for a silver lining, when Carer Chris came, he took this shot on the right, of both hands. The IV bruise (alert alarm on wrist) on the right hand, could not be identified. Looking good – Bet you I have to have another one when I go to the next appointment next Tuesday.

Got the computer on.
Determined to get as much done as possible, before the inevitable failure of the internet arrives to knacker things up. Within five minutes…
Liberty-Global did it again. It just disappeared from the ether. I waited for a while to see if it would come back on of its own accord; Which proves my faith in the lack of capabilities from Oligarch’s Liberty-Global Virgin Media to ever get a service that works… and with a stupid idea that it night – proves my idiocy and stupidity!
How do they get away with it?... Mind you seeing a photo of $24 million salaried top-dog Fries? He does have the look of a Mafiosa leader to me, anyway.
I can hear him now…
“Da idiots, we make it impossible to leave Virgin Media. We confuse them with masses of paperwork and try to sell them something else when they want to leave! And charge them a fortune to leave. And we have shares in all the other internet-providing companies anyway. As my Grandfather said: “Catch ’em, hold ’em, and rob ’em!”

While Mike Fries, Smoke & Mirrors expert, money-manipulator and Chief Executive Officer of Liberty Global’s Virgin Media, was down, I made up the waste bags and tried to rub some Phorpain gel into the area. Then emptied the Catheter bag. The internet returned at last. But not for long…

LIBERTY-GLOBAL VIRGIN MEDIA Strikes Again!

Carer Rhamat arrived. She looked a little tense this morning, so I soon had her grinning (Well, her facemask crinkled) with a few spur-of-the-moment gags and telling her about what to expect in old age. Hehehe! She left smiling, I can ask no more!

I started a bottle of the Schweppes ‘Monsoon Dance’ soda water, with a melon & watermelon tinge to the flavour. Not only nice to taste, but it got the urine flow going much freer.

The Virgin Internet returned again… I think my moustache had grown a good bit while I was waiting for this sensation of joy to be granted me, from Herr Fries Liberty-Global!

I think this must have been the shortest time ever that Money-Cruncher Fries Liberty-Global Virgin Media has been on for. Must be a record; about three minutes and it was off again!  I wonder, I do that often. What do you think?.  What am I thinking, a ! It was off for 25 minutes this time. I changed to doing some artwork for a later edition… hoping I didn’t lose it, but amazingly I didn’t and had access when Mr ‘Money-Man Fries’ Liberty-Global, Virgin Media, (EE, Vodafone, BT-UK, & Three, ) etc, came back on.

We must remember: They own or part-own: All3Media (50% ownership with Warner Bros. Discovery) – ITV plc (United Kingdom) (9.9% shareholding) – Platforma Canal+ (Poland) (17% ownership), – Sunrise UPC (Switzerland) (100% ownership) – Telenet (Belgium) (58% ownership) – UPC Broadband – UPC Slovakia – Virgin Media Ireland Limited – Virgin Media Television – Virgin Mobile (Ireland) – Virgin Media O2 (50% ownership), O2 UK – Giffgaff – Tesco Mobile (50% ownership) – Virgin Medis Limited (UK) – Virgin Media Business Limited – Virgin Mobile (UK) – Vodafone (4.9% ownership) – VodafoneZiggo (50% ownership) – Vodafone Netherlands. Part of Liberty Global is separately listed as LiLAC (Liberty Latin America and Caribbean Group), operating in over 20 countries under the consumer brands VTR, FLOW, Cabletica, Liberty, Más Móvil and BTC, as well as having a sub-sea fibre network in January 2018. And Liberty Latin America spun off the main company and began operating independently from Liberty Global.

Liberty Latin America’s operations consist of Liberty Puerto Rico, a provider of pay-TV, Internet, and telephone services in Puerto Rico, and VTR, a Chile a cable provider of television, telephone, mobile, and internet services. Through the acquisition of Cable and Wireless Communications, Liberty Global has become the owner of the largest pay-TV and broadband provider in the Caribbean. In addition, the company also owns CWCs.

Part of Liberty Global is separately listed as LiLAC (Liberty Latin America and Caribbean Group), operating in over 20 countries under the consumer brands VTR, FLOW, Cabletica, Liberty, Más Móvil and BTC, as well as having a sub-sea fibre network.

Liberty Latin America’s operations consist of Liberty Puerto Rico, a provider of pay-TV, Internet, and telephone services in Puerto Rico, and VTR, a Chile a cable provider of television, telephone, mobile, and internet services. Through the acquisition of Cable and Wireless Communications, Liberty Global has become the owner of the largest pay-TV and broadband provider in the Caribbean. In addition, the company also owns CWC’s operations in Seychelles named Cable and Wireless Seychelles.

Liberty Global serves six countries in Europe and is amongst the largest cable operators in Belgium, Ireland, the Netherlands, Slovakia, Switzerland and, sadly, for its customers in the United Kingdom.

“Liberty Global is a world leader in converged broadband, video and mobile communications and an active investor in cutting-edge infrastructure, content and technology ventures.” “But they still can’t get a signal to Nottingham that is reliable… however, you can rely on it going down, repeatedly”. Ask any sucker like me who is paying through the nose for this pathetic Oligarch ran excuse for a service to Nottingham, Sherwood in particular. Just a thought I had!

Well into the afternoon now. I had a look at the feet and toes. Apart from them being a little bloated, they looked good to me. Very little pain, other than the toe-stubbing inflicted ones.
Time to turn off the internet and computer, and internet, which is usually Mr Fries of Liberty-Global’s job.
Hunger is growing!

Well, well, fancy that! I am surprised!
So, a turned off the computer, cursed Mafia Boss Frys, with him a painful slow death, regretted my not being able to help make this happen, and made a quick meal. BBQ Rice with liquid smoke, chunky vegetables in tomato sauce, added some basil and oregano. All done in about 15 minutes or so. Two wholemeal bread rolls and a mini-pot of lemon mousse. I know how to live! Well, cheaply as I can, anyway. The entire meal cost only around £3… plus £5 for electricity to cook it & light for the kitchen’s 60w bare bulb.

Watched a video. Nodded off a few times during the film, but only for a few minutes at a time, just enough time for me to lose the plot of the movie. I’d left the tray with the dish and cutlery on it on the floor at the side of the £300, second-hand, c1968, charity shop-bought, eyesore-horrendously grungy-coloured, Harold Haemorrhoid-testing, easy-peasy to fall out of, unfit-for-use, not working, grotty recliner. I fell asleep again. Managing to miss the end of the story, not that it mattered really; I’d already missed the start and middle bit.

Last Carer Call, it was Richard. Eye drops were done, a painkiller given, a dose of Peptac and then, the had a night pouch attached. He checked the taps and oven for me. Took the rubbish bag with him on his way out.

Late I know, but I got back on the computer, which was working. Hat’s off to Herr Fries! However, after ten minutes…

After treading on the foil tray, cutlery and empty lemon mousse pot, then I quickly and effortlessly carried out another painful . Aargh! I took a snap of the evening view. I even saw two items in this photo. Do you see them? Go on, have a look. Hehe!

acci-whoopDespite being kinder today, well, even as well; The two forced me into taking one of the Ipobrufen Extra Strong capsules.

I watched a video, thinking it may just bring on the sleep, but no. Was not interested. So I turned on the TV, bound to nod off when the commercials comes on, surely? Nope!

Morning all!

Inchie: Saturday 10th June 2023

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Slightly darker, but within range.

The pins & plates look good.

The first job after removing g the night punch from the , was the need of the . Off to the wet room…
handled the lugging of the water from the kitchen sink to the wet room well today.

A mystery photo. As some pictures disappear into the ether from the SD Card, some get taken either by Alto-Ego, or me accidentally. Hehe! Part of the kitchen, I think?

Computing; Got the early photos loaded and went on CorelDraw to titivate the not-so-good ones… But…

Back on, and I finished the current photo editing, and I started to get them on file. This was about ten minutes after Liberty-Global Virgin Media’s first failure…

Bashed away and got the Friday blog done, over the next hour or thereabouts; Then...
AGAIN!

Carer Chris arrived. Eye drops and medicationing are seen too. No need for the Phorpain this time…
Was being a good gal!

Did the . Started the Ode for today …

Farcical! Maddening!

An hour later…


Fed up to the back teeth.
And I’ve got one of them left in there!.

Carer Chris returned. Meds and Eye drops.
Sneaked this photo on him, and asked him (with a grin on my face) if he was on a gambling site, sex line or Alcoholics Anonymous members site. He smiled back, and he said; “Yea!”
Hahaha! That made me larf!

I gave up on the computer and got some rather earlier than normal nosh cooked and served up, and served up.
With some air-fried potatoes as a side.
Flavour Rating: 705/10..
Saw that off swiftly!

Washed the pots.
Wiped around the kitchenette.

Feeling the lack of sleep now, I decided to try and catch up on some, because. So, the Computer turned off, and I got down in the £300, bought eight years ago from the second-hand shop, Harold Haemorrhoid testing, repugnantly beige-coloured, crumb containing, virus-breeding, acne-giving, rickety, none-working recliner, to try to get some shut-eye, because…

Went down again. Wonder if Fries feels bad about this?

As if the gentleman (Slip of the tongue), was or is the slightest bit interested in my, or any other unfortunate customer of…

Could he give a toss?

No! The Wheeler-Dealer, number crunching, figure-bending, brilliant Smoke & Mirrors manipulator is far too busy for anything such as namby-pamby customer satisfaction. He’s far too busy on stock markets, NYSE, SSE, BSE, HKEX, TSE, JSE, ADX, MOEX, & other stock exchanges, Credit Unions, Middle-Men-Money-Manipulators, & investing his $26 million salary with bonuses in shares for the best growth, I imagine?
Of course, a small element of jealousy is involved!

Got the TV on. Thinking it might, as it usually does, helps me fall asleep when the commercials come on. It didn’t.
An old car programme came on. And they were selling an old Ford Zepher, two-tone in cream and a maroonish red
Memory prompting. My mate at the time and I bought one between us, and we both loved it. But, it didn’t work out well, due to the increase (due to the availability of the car for lifts), in females showing an interest in us both. We fell out over whose turn it was to use it, and he had the money to buy my half of the car, and I never saw him again.

Carer Chris came for the last call. Painkillers, eye drops, and attached the night pouch onto the. We both forgot about the Phorpain Gel for .

I got back on the computer to do some work on this blog.
Ha!

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Gave up again, I’ll try to get up early in the morning to get this finished off.
Took the above picture of the sun on its way down.
And got into the second-hand, £300, charity shop bought, crumb-retaining, microorganism-microbe producing, gungy, moth-eaten, beige-coloured, non-working, bacillus encouraging, incommodious, Haemorrhoid Harold testing, c1968 recliner. Despite my tiredness, I just could not nod off!
Took another sky shot later on…
Then I had another go at getting to sleep.

One heck of a dream! I’ll relate it in the morning – notes made ready to use. Back to sleep…

TTFNski, each

Inchie: Friday 9th June 2023

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Another oddlimost day at Cell 72 in Woodthorpe Penitentiary… No, I mean flat 72 in Woodthorpe Court.
With the Guaranteed, assured, regular failings of

REPEATEDLY
IT IS NOW $26m!
Plus, a guaranteed bonus & expense account

The proliferative lifestyle of this money-manipulating, smoke & mirrors man, appropriating financial growth,  number-crunching for Liberty-Global oligarch, shows how cunning and clever he is.
I believe there is some hocus-pocus in his getting in bed with not only buying out Virgin Media and destroying its previously good reputation; He is now involving Liberty-Global, on paper, deceptively, deftly, deliberately, maybe disingenuously, financial links with other internet companies in Europe and the UK..
① Acquiring 1,335 million shares in Vodafone Group PLC.
② BT’s, EE will provide wholesale mobile network services to Virgin Mobile for an undisclosed price. Ironically, parent company Virgin Media, owned by Liberty Global, is the biggest competitor to BT in the provision of broadband in the UK.
③ Switzerlands Sunrise Internet. ④ SUNRISE TV & Internet & Phone Services. ⑤ Liberty Global & Telefonica have agreed to merge their British businesses in a $38 billion deal that will create a powerhouse. ⑥ All3Media: Liberty-Global a 50% ownership. ⑦ Platforma Canal+ (Poland) (17% ownership).
⑧ Telenet (Belgium) (58% ownership).
⑨ UPC Broadband. ⑩ Liberty acquired Germanys Unitymedia in November 2009 for $5.2 billion. ⑪ Global announced its acquisition of Cable & Wireless Communications. The $5.3 billion deal expanded Liberty Global’s presence into the Caribbean & greater Latin America. ⑫ They also owned a 49% stake in the majority state-owned Trinidadian telco, TSTT. ⑬ In May 2018, Liberty Global announced the sale of its operations in Germany, Hungary, Romania and the Czech Republic to Vodafone for €19 billion ($22.7 billion). The sale closed for $21.3 billion in July 2019. All of these operations, formerly named UPC (Unitymedia in Germany), were since rebranded to Vodafone. ⑭ In June 2015, Vodafone confirmed talks with Liberty Global focused on potential partnerships, but denied that a full merger was in the works. ⑮ Liberty Global invested in Guavus, a data analytics company, in September 2015. ⑯ Liberty Global announced a partnership with Amazon Prime Video. ⑰ VodafoneZiggo (50% ownership), ⑱ Vodafone Netherlands.

Oligarchs paradise!

Its respective legal names are Liberty Global Plc, Liberty Global B.V. and Liberty Global, Inc., with the first of these being publicly traded. It was formed in 2005 by the merger of the international arm of Liberty Media (in turn, a spin-off of American cable television group TCI) and UnitedGlobalCom (UGC). Liberty Global had an annual revenue of $11.5 billion in 2019, with operations in six countries and 20,600 employees. It has 10.8 million cable service subscribers, or 25.3 million revenue generation units (RGU), combining video, and internet.
All this, and they still can’t get a signal that’s anything like sustainable, to me in Nottingham?
And the face & cheek to put advertisements like this on the TV?
I had to write these detail – Pure Jealously, you see! Hehehe!

I didn’t get to bed until 06:00hrs. 23.5 hours after getting up, yesterday. Carer Chris woketh me around 08:30 hours. I didn’t move out of the £300, bought eight years ago from the second-hand shop, Harold Haemorrhoid testing, repugnantly beige-coloured, crumb containing, virus-breeding, acne-giving, rickety, none-working recliner during the visit, and until about 11:00hrs on the second Carer call from Christopher.
Nodded off again until around about 11:00hrs.

Carer Kara called in for a minute, to check on how things went yesterday at the bank. She had to rush off, but it was a wonderful gesture to pop in to check on things. Restore one’s faith! Thank s to you, Carer Kara. ♥ Cheered me up that did.

For some reason, the flat seemed very lonely as I responded to the need for the . No doubt about it, that was still in charge of the innards.
But things did move quicker this morning. Seems I’ve acquired a habit of painfully passing to medium torpedos daily? Not so much bleeding today, either.

After the ‘passing’, I started suffering with and in unison.

Grossly unfortunate with the timing. I was ‘cleaning the rear end’. So lots of ‘bits’ of toilet paper scattered about all over the place. I waited until things started to die down jerks and shakes-wise, and stretched won to get at some that had gone behind the WC – and gave myself yet another damned on the seat leg. Same bleeding toe as I did yesterday as well. Naturally, I just laughed it off and cheerfully carried on collecting the bits of cheap toilet paper from the floor.
A really lucky water hauling session from the kitchen to the wet room to refill the W.C. tank; I reported to Nottingham City Homes maintenance 3 months ago. Apart from the toe, I could not understand why was so kind to me. Then it dawned on me, I think. I was fetching the water a good six hours later in the day than usual.

Were belatedly carried out.

I got on the computer to update yesterday’s blog, and… It had to happen, of course. or else whatever would I do with no Mr Fires and Liberty-Global oligarchs to hate?
Then it got maddening!
It was off for about ten minutes, then back on…
This time it was down for ages.

I took this photo while cursing,  swearing and waiting for the reset box to work again.
Twenty minutes or so later, it came back on.
I started to do some comment answers.
Two minutes, if that, the bloody thing died another death!.

SWINE!

The Carer arrived, Chris again, and he got the cataract drops in the eye, and medications given.

Aha, the Oligarchs allowed me an internet service again.
This time for fifteen minutes. But I sickeningly lost the work I was in the middle off when it...
ARGH!

I’d just about caught up with redoing the CorelDraw work lost, I’m not sure, 20 minutes or so…

Now I was getting pissed off and depressed, and sorry for myself. I was not coming back of its own accord this time.
So everything turned off without a chance to save it AGAIN!
Turned off the box, unplugged it gave it ten minutes and tried again… booted up the computer, but no go!

I can’t find the expletives I need to describe how I felt!

I gave up and got the meal started. Nowt special, a can of veg soup, the last of the Borscht, added some liquid smoke and the last of the leeks… well, leek. Got some spuds cubes in the oven to roast, and returned to find the internet signal back on. Oh, joy! Naturally tempered.

Car parking for Billum at The Manor Laboratories.

I missed this one, sorry. Took it earlier in the morning.

These were taken over a period of time of the wonderful moon out there.

Changing colours over the 15 minutes or so.

Made the meal, tons of it and took a photo of the tray.
The photo was not on the SD card on Saturday. Huh!
Just one of the many mysteries of Woodthorpe Court, with the ghosts, wraiths, spectres, cacodaemons, apparitions, and other grotesqueries that haunt the hallways and lobbies, searching for Inchie to curse with bad luck, create ambiguities, abstrucities, perplexities, misfortunes and botherations, to scare. worry and confuse me! Cataract Kathie, Neuropathy Pete and Doreen Dementia are the main culprits. There are others, of course!

TTFNski

Inchie: Thursday 8th June 2023

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A Day with a Difference
Well, several! The usual confusion and misunderstandings were rife – as expected. But today, there was an almost carefree attitude… a feeling of whatever I do, it ain’t gonna go right, so why bother? So, for an hour or so, I didn’t have that cloud of clumsiness and depression lingering over me.
Naturally, as is almost guaranteed, (it is, of course), Mr Fries’s mob at Liberty-Global Virgin Media, assured me of spitting blood, and hatred-urging, loathing and cursing at their incapabilities to get internet service to me.
When I got home from the bank, I rushed and got back onto the blog catching up. Four hours later (now), I have just got it back on again, after SIX sickening service severances, that cost me time, as with no Liberty-Global Virgin signal, I could not save any of the work I’d done and had to do it all again.

Malignance, dislike, execration, and revulsion flowed from my brain, and loins, for the Liberty-Global, and its smoke & mirrors, money-manipulating, camouflaged-dealings, mere façade, ulterior-motivated $24m salaried Mr Fries.
And a spot or two of jealousy, of course.
I wish him no harm, heart attack, being assassinated, poisoned, ran over with a steam roller, or electrocuted (preferably in an electric chair), nor any undeserving ill-will.
He’s got the Liberty-Global oligarchs financially contaminated with Vodafone, Three, BT & EE as well. Plus, Dutch, German and French internet companies. Hence my mentioning an ulterior motive that must be in his plans? The only benefit for me is when the end of the world comes, forecast for November 3rd this year, he will be sick to death at the thought of his billions being unable to go with him to heaven. (Or possibly Hell) Where I, will not be sorry at all after the misery, pain and money Liberty-Global have cost me.
I hope to see him at St Peters’s gate – I will larf!
Just a few random thoughts on the subject!

06:00hrs: Woke, Struggled, but took the night pouch off of tackle.
The colour of the urine was very pleasing and light, within the NHS colour charts ‘Healthy Wee’ scale chart!
The mind engaged early today. And I sat there pondering on the timing of the appointment at the bank, had I arranged a lift? Worked out the timing, passed some wind and acknowledged that the was needed… but not urgently, so considered the things I needed to take with me to the bank. Then realised I needed a good scrub-up and shave, freshening and certain delicate areas were in need of some medicationalisationing.
So, I escaped the confines of the c1966. charity shop bought, second-hand, wincingly grotty, beige coloured, not working, crumb-covered from the nocturnal nibblings, grotty-looking, rickety, itch-making, uncomfortable, virus-breeding, acne-giving, Harold’s Haemorrhoid-testing, non-operational, easy-to-fall-out-of, recliner, and whistling merrily , waltzed off to get the tended to. Other than a few extra nicks shaving, and, I’m afraid, , things went very well, with the ablutioning!
But not so, with the struggle on the .
was in charge for the third day. Firmly, solidly and damned painfully!
I spent an awfully long time trying to urge things along but ended up just sitting there awaiting things to start off…
The two evenly sized bloodied torpedoes, when they did nudge their way out, double-plonked into the WC, and I felt the splashes hit my bottom. Huh! I’d just cleaned that as well! Hehehe! So I cleaned things up again and then feared the trek into the kitchen to get four buckets of water to use, as Nottingham City Homes maintenance does not consider it an emergency, and will not arrive to mend it until 7th July, 3 months after it was first reported. Yet, fetching and carrying the water to the W.C. tank didn’t seem to upset anywhere near as usual. Naturally, I expect to pay for this in some other way later. And I did!
The IV bruise on the back of the right hand had faded a lot. Drying my back with the towel I hit that hand against the sink, I hardly felt it at all.

I got the PPs & trousers on without much hassle. Carer Kara came. And kindly spent a minute or two checking that I’d got things in hand for the bank visit. Bless her!

After she departed, I got the paperwork, and notes written for me in the bag in the 3-wheeled-walker. I was hoping that Carer Chris would arrive at the flat to help me with the shoes, but he didn’t show. I assume he’ll meet me in the lobby. Pleased to see I still had a good stock of soda water and spring water. I’m drinking a minimum of 3 bottles a day now. Gathered the things, ready in the trolley in the hallway, then checked on the stove and taps to make sure I’d turned them all off – which I had. Another .

Got down in the lobby to await Carer Chris and The EasyLink lift. The EasyLink lift was due at 14:00hrs. Chris arrived at 14:05hrs, and the lift at 14:15hrs. I could not close the velcro on the shoes, and they were uncomfortable, not to mention a little dangerous for tripping; so I asked Chris to do them up for me straight away. Which he did.

We mounted the EasyLink bus. Two other people on board to be dropped of en route, no problem, we had plenty of time. Although I got a smidge, I’ll say uncomfortable in the area.
I enjoyed the trip, actually, despite the pain from a now angry . My how the City Centre has changed since my last outing there. Amazing how quickly new flats have been built for the students. I wonder if they get plumbers that take 12 weeks and are in agony? Hahaha!

We arrived at the bank, but it didn’t look like a bank. No cashiers at all? The few staff I saw all looked mega-depressed to me.
The meeting was weird to me. I think that my having a mini while in the room, convinced the banker that I was a wanker, and all following communications were between Carer Chris and the man. Couldn’t hear a word of what was being said.
As far as I know, or understand; they are going to send me paper statements. I have to ask Carer Kara to go to or phone the bank? I hope Carer Chris got it all down.
‘s Performance left me a little unsteady, but I’ve had a lot worse.
When we left we had a good while to wait for the lift home. So we went into the M&S food store, I was convinced they would have some Borscht on sale. But, no!

Back to Davies Road to the pick-up point. A long wait. During this, I took a photo of Carer Chris. A good-looking, tall, young lad. Makes you sick! Har-har!

He took the camera to take a comparison photo of both hands. As you can see, the IV-bruised right hand is markedly different to the left. It’s healed now; no pain.

He then took a photo of yours truly.
I said; I don’t look 98 years old, do I?.
He replied… ‘Oh Yes!’ Hahaha!.

It seemed an age before the lift arrived.
But, it was sunny and warm.
When it did arrive, we were soon on the way… Picking up two chaps en route, and dropping them off en route.
Not sure what time we got back. I really must get around to buying some watch batteries ASAP!

Chris scuttled off back to his local duties, and I got back in the flat and hastily emptied pouch. Just in time, Phew!

Got on the computer to start this blog. (12 hours ago now) within minutes; A-Bloody-Gain!
This lasted for around about fifteen minutes

Ten minutes after it had restarted. It went off yet again!
I lost some of the photos I’d taken from the SD card, so, when it did start, about ten minutes later, the work had been saved. Once again, I had to repeat tasks I’d already done, which cost even more time! This time it seemed to be working a little slower, though. I was pressing on… after another ten minutes…
Down it went!
Along with my enthusiasm. My hatred of Liberty-Global, Fries, and Virgin Media, did not go down; it grew!

I had to do another close-down without being able to save the work done. All turned off, then unplugged Liberty-Globals router box, or whatever it’s called, unplug it, give it a few minutes, then, I replugged it, press the box reset button, and waited and prayed…
In between cursing Liberty-Global, Fries and Virgin Media, I emptied pouch again…

Carer Chris arrived, I asked him to confirm the decisions that were made at the meeting. I’m not sure what he said; what’s going on here? Am I going bonkers?

Aha, a mistake, an error surely… no, it’s right; Liberty-Global Virgin Media was back online! I try to rush to get things done before it went down again.
Five minutes later…
Came back on its own this time. I’m worried about Liberty-Global’s boss, Fries. Coming back on, on its own? He may have a heart attack. Though I suspect he had nothing to do with the running of the business, how it runs, how bad it is, etc.

Yes, 20 minutes later, it was back to the normal shitty Liberty-Global Virgin rubbish again! I’m running out of expletives for this company and boss.
It was back on again 18 minutes later. And stayed on for over two hours! Honestly!

Carer Chris did his last call, adding the night pouch to . I forgot to ask, and he forgot to put some of the Phorpain Gel on my rear end to counter the pain from ever-present
I was getting so tired, weary and frustrated. But continued with this blog.
I stopped to put some gel on my back; not easy; it probably causes as much pain as it relieves with my stretching to reach the affected area.
I took this rather nice photograph of the evening scene. Amazing how it shows up with a brown hue. Cause to my eyes, it looked blue? But it’s still a lovely view.
Well, fancy that!
Still, I wouldn’t give up.
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Uneducated. A smidge on the thick side physically as well as mentally.
Ten minutes or so later, it returned… Note I do not say; Ten minutes or so later Liberty-Global Virgin Media and Fries got a signal to Nottingham… I said that wrong and lost the effect of my sarcasm there – I’m so tired.
04:30hrs now. Took this snap of the early morning view. Not a good one, but what can I do?
I decided to get my head down, won’t be for long; the Carer will be shortly due!
A superior effort this one was.
Getting done to reach the wounded digit, wipe and cream, then gauze on it; was probably as painful as the initial toe stub was!
Still, yer can’t win ’em all!

For sanity, another blow,
How does Inchie do it, though?
It’s a mystery, as you may know,
Not bright; he’s a little slow!
But, he’s such a nice fellow…
And, he hit his hammertoe!

Then the bank sent this email. It confused the already confused Inchie, a bit.

05:30hrs: I’ve been up for one hell of a time. Got up at 06:00hrs… made the meal at 06:00 the next day… have I been up and angry with Liberty-Global’s failures for 2 hours then?

The meal was welcome.
Taste Rating of 8.2/10, despite falling asleep eating it and making a mess all over the dressing gown, my chest and the chair…

What a long, lugubrious, almost hallucinatory day it’s been.

Keep Your Pecker Up!

Inchie: Wednesday 7th June 2023: Mental Confusion

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Yet another day, busier than ever. This will be a condensed version comment-wise, I’m sorry. So many extraneous, unexpected, confusing situations that needed attention.
Good old Liberty Global-Virgin Media let me down so many times again, perfectly timed to lose the work I was doing on almost every occasion… Hours lost in the day, repeating actions that had already been done.
Carer arrived to help with the banking and paperwork sorting, I hour, bless him. Lift arranging was farcical and time-consuming… but more irritatingly, still not sorted. Grrr!
Domestic Carer Denise helped out, but of course, I can’t find stuff now. Hehehe! Nice lady. Easy-Link rang; they can do the Bank run after all – this got my confusion glowing, and I am not sure what’s what about this or the Hospital run next Tuesday. I changed the calendar date and times, but deleted the wrong one and have no idea what the timing was on the hospital run. Rand EasyLink to check, but they had closed for the day.

The first evacuation visit was reminiscent of the H-Bomb! The second one, a , a complete reversal.

As for the flourish of , I’ve never had so many in a day in my life! Still, no Falls or tumbles today – I didn’t have time really to fit any in. Haha!
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Feet and urine were nearly the same colour this morning.
This may not seem it to you, but I have protanopia.

Usual early activities.

Remembered the underarm cream.

Waste bags collated.

Now, one mug of tea is permitted. But I can have as many decaffeinated ones as I like.
No chance – decaf tastes horrible!

View from the computer chair.

Got on the computer to check the comments and see if WordPress will allow me to reply to them today… and…

Carer arrived. Can’t recall much about it, I was livid with hatred for the $26.4 salaried, with guaranteed bonuses and an open expense account, Mr Fries of Liberty-Global; who still can’t get his overpriced, pathetic Virgin Media internet service working. Just Jealously, of course!

Domestic arrived, then another Carer.
Back onto the computer…

Had to do the whole-hog procedure to get Smoke & Mirrors. money manipulator Mr Fries, utter-crap service back on. Save what the computer allowed me to – box off, plug out, waited the five minutes as instructed – computer off, then rebooted, and reset the router box, and waited…
Waited some more…
Emptied the catheter bag.
Waited some more…
Aha, it came back online; Well done to number-crunching, artful deception, flimflam, and hokum expert Fries!

Denise arrived as the Carer was about to tend to the eye drops for me. My mind of all over the place, and multiple mind meanderings started: Got to sort the time out for the hospital lifts… started swinging, joining in with … I must phone and cancel the taxi for tomorrow… the Carer didn’t say if he was escorting me or not… no problem if not, now that could do me. But, I am a little nervous when using cash machines. I must thank Kara for helping… was affecting my concentration… Eventually, the flat cleared, and the computerisationing was once again tackled.

But only for half an hour or so. Then…
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After two hours of blogging, mind you, many mistakes were made. Hard to believe I know, but…
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Not for so long this time.

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Had to get some more of the Soda water from the kitchen and stocked up the ottoman tray with some.

Packed-up trying to get any blogging done. Why? See below!
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ARGH!

Got a meal made-up in a short time. Sweet & sour rice, done in the microwave. Added a can of garden peas to it in the saucepan, & added extra Sweet & Sour sauce.
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Two bread rolls. Two mini-pots of desserts
Taste Rating 6/10.

Took these snaps as I was washing up the pots.


About five minutes between taking them.

Bootiful!

Got done in the £300, second-hand, most uncomfortable,  decrepit, Haemorrhoid Harold-testing, creaking, sleep-deterring, nauseatingly beige-coloured, not-working, recliner, and the late Carer,  Chris arrived. Then Carer Richard came to return the paperwork for the hospital trip, telling me no need for a carer to go with me. Fair enough! Glad I managed to get booked for it, cause from the tram or bus stop, it is a heck of a trek to get to the EENT, and they take me into the department as well. Looking good. I thanked Richard, and off he went. Chris got the eye drops in and attached the night pouch for me.

I went on a safety check of taps, stove, windows etc.
And had a long period of . With this single snap taken from the kitchenette window…

has never been better!
I saw so many things in this photo;
A tear in the fabric of space.
Lips, a nose, a mouth, lips and eyes.
Another face in the Sun-spot far left, facing the left side view.
I imagine others out there would see other things?

TTFNski, folks!

Inchie: Monday 19th June 2023: Ablutionalisationing Trials & Accifauxpa

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I was no sooner down in the £300, second-hand, most uncomfortable,  decrepit, Haemorrhoid Harold-testing, creaking, sleep-deterring, nauseatingly beige-coloured, not-working, recliner, and I was off in a deep cataphora! But, it only lasted a couple of hours. I was more like a catnap! Thanks to…For the first time ever, Colin was affecting both hands and fingers! Naturally, I coped in my usual pain-bearing way. Being the calibre of man that I am. (Cough, cough!) Any wailing noises heard by my neighbours would likely have been in my sleep while having a nightmare.

Here is the drip tray with the night bag in it, catching the state of my water-leaking, one swollen, one not, legs. With Lymphorrhoea Leslie, Odious Odema Diana, and the ankle ulcer; leaking fluid and the odd tiny globules of blood. I could feel and see some more storage space they had made for themselves just under the ankles. It’s a game, innit?
A slightly better measure in the bag, especially for five hours.

No immediate call for the yet, so I had a rare mug of tea and just three dunked bikkies for breakfast.
Naturally, the tea was decaffeinated. Again,
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Well, I knew today may well break the time taken record again. I was right! You see, I’d been walking about the flat for ages without any socks or slippers on. That is because it’s such a hell of a painful arduous task getting them on.  (Pity-Search-here?)
I can’t see very well since starting the Opatha and Maxitrol eye drops. The soles looked almost black to me, so today, I’ll stand in a bowl of soapy water when I take the shower; I might put a tiny drop of bleach in it. The morning exercise time… yes, the – well, not exactly, the action bit is in agonisingly carrying buckets of water to refill the unmended W.C. water tank and not working cold tap. Still, it’s only been about three months since the problem was reported to Nottingham City Homes maintenance, and I’m in pain hauling the water every time I use the . But I don’t want to rush them… Let’s face it, what’s a little agonising, painkiller-needing bother from once or twice a day… Surely whoever reported it for me, must have told them about this problem? Int life good?
Anyroad, today I wore the reading glasses just in case the torpedoes need a lot of prompting to escape my innards. Now I could at least have a go at the crossword puzzle while waiting.
(More Pity-Searching Here?) But it caught me out today, and came out quickly; it was a deep orange colour and stunk to high heavens? And I only ate a pot noodle yesterday, and three bikkies this morning? Messy too, which cost me even more time to get cleaned up. What’s going on here? Tsk!
The shaving went well, just two tiny cuts. The teeth cleaning was put on the back burner; until I find where I left the toothbrush? Got the bowl filled with water from the shower, added Dettol and washing-up liquid, and stood in the bowl, ready for a good scrub-up…
As I reach up to get the shower thingamabob, my feet slipped on the bottom of the bowl…
I knocked the bowl over as I lunch at the grab bar, holding onto it for dear life as I spun round and hit my bum on the tiles, but prevented a proper tumble.
Apart from agony from the bum, , pouring blood, a bruised knee, giving me some, and the valve getting opened in the shuffle and merrily releasing pee all over, it wasn’t too bad.
It took me ages to get the place, and me sorted out. I was a smidgeon shaken up but persevered with the showing, but at a reduced rate and with extra care. I dare not use the bowl again. So I thought, “Ah, I’ll use the loofah to reach the feet’s soles…” but that seems to have joined in the toothbrush in the AWOL list? Some days are not good… well. all of them for me!
However, things may have been a lot worse if I’d missed or failed to hold on to the grab rail. I’m sure the soles of the feet were not cleaned properly. But did I care by then? No, not a lot!
Finished the shower, got the reading glasses back on, and towelled off, then started the medicationings.
I actually counted them today, but I forgot how many.  More than on here me, methinks;
❶ Olive oiled the ear holes.
❷ Little Inchies Fungal Lesion creamed.
❸ Ointmentated the Catheter straps, and dried the pouch.
❹ Dried the , both
and .
❺ Germolened .
❻ Phorpained as far as I could reach.
❼ TCP’d the Mystery chest-tummy, whatever they are.
❽ Then, the painful and impossible one! Daktacorting Little Inchies Fungal Lesion. Which is usually the trickiest of them all, pain-wise and tactically.
Having the Catheter tube inserted, and refitted so often over the last… how long has it been? It must be three or four months by now; it has and is nigh-on impossible to get the cream where it is needed to stop the bleeding. Unfortunately, it is easy to get the medication onto one’s testicles. Arrgh!

ANOTHER CHALLENGE – GETTING DRESSED!
The Second-Worst Dressing Job First
Getting into the protection pants!
The knees and water-filled legs do not want to raise enough for me to get the second leg in! I can’t use the picker-upperer, because it tears the fabric it pulled at. So I’ve worked out a sometimes successful trick. I get myself either back to the sink, or in the corner of the room, for best. But the legs do not want to bend enough, so I lean to the left and often get the foot in the lefthand side after getting the right one in.
Then getting the pants up to the intended area is obstructed by . Many tears happen when I do this, and I have to start again, win, or lose at this stage,  I can assure you starts kicking off!
Thank heavens I only wear trousers when I have to go to the hospital, Dentist, EENT or any other medical calling.
Cause they are so painful to wear.
As for wearing socks, without help from a carer, it’s virtually out of the question. Not long ago, I had to use the dreaded
Now as my faculties and body deteriorate, I can’t even manage to use her. , the Papules, , even can stop any chance of using the blood-causing Glenda anymore.

and pool together, to somehow make me forget to ask the Carer to help me get socks, shoes, or trousers on, on the day needed.

I got carried away there. Better put summat else other than tales my sufferings and woes, Hahaha!

Where was I?
Who am I?
Why am I?
Oh, yes…

The feet and legs were always changing, leaking, then drying, growing, or shrinking… Hey-ho!

Well, what a record… 2hrs-25minutes
to get the Throne & ablutions done!

Little Inchie off again, poor little mite!

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Nice morning

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Pondered over what to have to eat later…
The result was nothing. I’m just not hungry.
Meals over the last few days have been
tasteless anyway. I did have some biscuits, though
with my two cups of tea.
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Nice!

Hristina, the wonderful haematology DVT Warfarin nurse, arrived to take some more blood. ♥

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A little uncertain as to why I took this one?

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Confusion today over the eye drops, but I had them all.

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The end car park now the short rain had stopped.
You can see the mudslide from the cut-through on the right into the Woodthorpe Park area. And my neighbour’s balconies!

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I took another shot to the left of the balcony.

Then around 17:00hrs and over the next few minutes, I took several shots of the oh, so wonderful puffer clouds.
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Pareidolian’s Delight!
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Pareidolian’s Delight!
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Pareidolian’s Delight!
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Wow, Gorgeous! Took this again to get the sun

TOTAL MEMORY BLANK!
Gawd knows what happened here.
I seem to know that Carer Chris came twice more.
Vaguely recall taking a tumble, well more a stumble.
Then nothing for three hours or so. (I think)

Got on with this blog, until the fatigue came over me.
This is unbelievable, cause apart from the wet room battle, I’ve had the easiest day for ages?

But I still fade as the day progresses.

Not hungry yet.
The .
I’ll finish this in the morning…
All being well!

I had a tasteless Pot Noodle, I thought I’d better eat something, even if I can’t taste anything nowadays.

Carer Chris made the last call. Medications were given to me, and Maxitrol and Optha eye drops were inserted. Night Catheter-Pouch added to .

TTFN

Inchie: Tuesday 5th September 2023 Expecting Nothing, and Got it!

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You may not hear/read this very often again… but apart from the eyes and a little bother in the lower regions. There was nothing bleeding or bothersome when I woke up in the £300, second-hand shop bought nine years ago, c1966, discomfiting, alarmingly beige-coloured, crumb-containing, TV remote hiding, not working recliner. It’s true! But being the warranted pessimist I am, I crossed my fingers!

It was later than usual as well. And I cannot recall waking up with the usual jumps, jolting, jarring, buffeting, or twitching very often, only a handful of times. The miracle was not having any interference from ! I do declare I think I just may have smiled to myself… Yes! And, smugly, too! Of course, my experiences in life, are not good enough for me to accept or to so with pessimism, that this situation… this one every 25 years happening; euphoria-moment, can last. I have a personal conviction that the bad luck I was born with and into, has been with me for so long, and will be so until the end. I’ve still got most of left! No false hopes for me! Anticipate the worst, and accept with penitence, disillusionment, and maintain my belief in necessitarianism. I can’t help but involve myself in self-philosophising, and fatalism, yet try to do it with resignation and stoicism. Thus, I’ve managed for many years now to handle defeats, failures and guilt.
I’m well-practised in being defeated, beaten, ignored, failings, mentally and physically, and sinking into momentary depths of depression; by convincing myself I don’t deserve any better. I think my teen years activities, are now being repaid. Fair enough!
Yet I love to help others when I can. Later Life became difficult and lonely. Cecutiency, deafness, and all the ailments have gathered together to affect my body and mind.
I almost feel guilty, and wonder if some of them should have been given to someone else. Too late now. Hehehe!
Crikey, I waffled on there… Sorry about that.

I thought I’d try to tidy up the Carers desk, in the hope that I could think of a system for doing the eye drops so as not to miss any of them. !
As I bent down to Hoover the carpet underneath the table, I , not that it bothered me, of course. I scoffed at it, grinned and then a belated time-warped pain arrived from the toe nail. Swear? Curse? Spit? Me? Well… yes I did a bit, actually.

I sorted the four waste bins out into one black one. And hobbled with it to the front door. I knew the start today was too good!
I bent down to straighten the bag, and my mind engaged, and I realised I’d not cleaned up around the Carers table yet. That (2  things) were enough for me, to jump in and get me to lose my balance, assisted by . Great! Now I’ve broken the new two-week-old varifocal spectacles, as I caught my forehead on the corner of the wall! . But all these things are down to either the Mysteries of Woodthorpe Court, with the hobgoblins, spectres, gnomai, phantasms, ghosts, the grotesque succubae, extraterrestrials, ectoplasms, spirits, or the Fata Morganas, that have been sent to taunt, irritate and terminate my already limited saneness of mind, or my born with and have onto ever since, Bloody Bad Luck! I suppose that has to take his share of the blame as well.

Well pissed off, and I went to get a bottle of water from the kitchen fridge. Lovely shade to the misty view this morning.
So I got and took this snapshot.
Made a mug of Glengettie and got the computer on. Carer Candis arrived, so the tea was allowed to get cold again. I have done that regularly recently. Nice to see her again.
An email from Iceland was checked. Some non-instock items. One milk loaf and one vegan slice, which means I lose out on both 3 for £5 offers. Oddly, they could manage to find two others of the same products, which I had to pay full price for. Hey-Ho! At last, got back on the blogging. Sorting the SD card photographs out, and I started involuntarily crying in both eyes! I wonder if the dry-eye spray should have been stopped taking? I’ll have to try and find out about this. I got an email with a link in it for the Iceland Delivery. I clicked on it, one stop away, but some distance away.
So, I had time to respond to my second call to the .
Trotsky was in charge again. And the colouring and odd flat shape as the content escaped from my innards with ease and haste.
Still no Germoloid cream arrived. The Sudocrem is of no use at all. No pain relief at all. It just stains the protection pants a greeny-yellow colour.
Aha! The Iceland order cometh.
The kind driver carried the bags through to the kitchen for me. Glad I ordered some more toilet rolls, what with the evacuations under of control of Again the shortbreads were on offer, as were the cookies, and Carers ice cold coffees
The baking potatoes were expensive. The baby new potatoes were too as it happens. Look fresh, though!
The meat ends ham 3 for £5 all came. One for me, One for Carer Kara & one for neighbour Josie. That’s the plan! Hehe! I’ll see if we like the ‘Free’ strawberry yoghourt later. Same distribution plans for them.
The freezer was well-filled. Cram packed!
I struggled to get the Wholemeal bread inside but gave up in the end.
I can get Kara to pass it on to someone who will get benefit from it. Got the fridge filled as well.
Just after putting away the food and bags, Carer Kara came again.
She liked the meat; and took the loaf to a resident who she said would appreciate it. A good gal, Kara.
My last job with the foodstuffs was to top up the Nurses’ and Carers’ nibble & drinkies shelves.
Back to the computer…
Unfortunately, the Oligarchs went down for the fourth time this morning… oh, it’s well into the afternoon now.
Where did all the time go?

I’m going to have the small potatoes, burnt ham, and tomatoes for my meal.
I may be back! Hehehe!.

I’m Back! Wednesday morning to update what little happened next.

An especially good-looking meal was prepared.
Potatoes, tomatoes and end cuts of whatever it was. It looked fantastic!
Put the TV on and got settled with my feet up, the food tray balancing rather dodgily on my knees, and started to tuck in! chimed out, and Carer came in. Pulled his leg a bit about his bad timing at first, but it was my own fault for not realising how late it was. Home-based guilt! He got the medications sorted and eye drops in, in a short time, and even replaced the tray on my knee as he departed.
Disappointed at the meat being 70% burnt skin. That is how I used to like it… But the decaying teggies bled and I broke a bit off of bicuspid as I did my best to eat some. Ah, well, my own fault again for buying it!

Had a go on the computer, but had several more brown-outs from famously inept mob from USA Liberty-Global. The number crunchers and Smoke & Mirrors Oligarchs.
This took their tally of failures today, up to seven.
Sad, innit? Computer off, and I fell asleep in the c1966, £300 pound, second-hand charity-shop bought, crumb-containing, odour-retaining, Harold’s Haemorrhoid-testing, nauseatingly beige coloured, non-working, virus-breeding recliner. Carer Benjamin woke me again, and I got the eye drops, and night bag attached to the . I wished him a thank you and a good break. I think he said he’s back on Saturday. A good lad.

TTFNski!

Inchie: Sunday 18th June 2023

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I woketh up, well pleased with the few hours kip I’d attained.
Then noticed the legs. The left one was flaming bloated, massive, the right all skinny. And, water was spouting out of both leg ulcers and the papules on the left one. Tsk!
When I moved 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; to get to the night bag for detaching from .

The urine in the bag in the drip tray was a little too coloured, but it’s been worse lately, so no complaints.

I took another look a few minutes after sorting the bags out, and the water was still coming out of the ulcers and papules. Although more slowly than earlier.

Off to the . I didn’t get out of the room for over an hour. And that was to lug the water to refill the non-mended W.C. water tank. I had not had a shave or shower, so no cuts or nicks this morning. What delayed me this time, was the agony, of waiting for the action to start from the rear-end department! The regulation two torpedos took a long time to begin its journey. The eyes were not able to read the crossword book clues, which disappointed me a little. I couldn’t see the cobwebs or cracks on the ceiling to count! I imagine the new eye drops were the cause of this dilemma.

Cleared up the used pouch, wrapped and sealed and into the waste bag. Then I titivated the kitchenette a bit. Not a lot!

Got the computer on, downloaded the photos from this morning and last night and…
went down on me. Well, well!

I made up some drink mixers while waiting for the Smoke & Mirrors: (someone who draws attention away from often embarrassing or unpleasant figures or issues) Oligarchs at Liberty-Global to get a signal to me.

When it was the Carer. I was Gobsmacked at the time. He’s not been informed of the changes. He said he’d inform whoever was coming next time; it was not midday, but 13:30hrs or thereabouts. To get back on schedule. to give the four-hour break. The gal arrived near midday.
No problem with this at all. I just got a little confused. Which takes no effort at all nowadays. Hehehe!
The Carer, who came second, was okay about things. She’d not been told either. And she returned later and did a great job with the drops before rushing off. Hope she wasn’t too messed about; bless and thanks to her. The 1800hrs call next, back in order again. I thought we (well, they) handled these issues with efficient aplomb, as well.

Finally, I got the Saturday blog posted to WordPress.

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Emptied the day bag.
The papules (Lymphorrhagia Leslie) and both of the ulcers (Odius-Odema) were no longer leaking fluid, well, just the odd tiny bit bubbling out now and then.

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I got the cover on the computer swivel-chair rearranged.

Found this snap I took early this morning.

The White Toe End

The Hallway

Little & Large…

Bottom Car Park

Today’s Mystery Photo?

Cor-Blimey! What a mess the feet and legs are in!
Odius-Odema and (build up bags on the feet) Lymphorrhagia Leslie are having a ball with me. Ulcers, papules, and the heels keep spewing out liquids in varying degrees. looked up the feet-fluid bags. It’s the great escape of the lymph from lymphatic vessels that have been injured. Of course, I knew that. Hehe!

I took a few snaps of the ever-darkening late afternoon.
Rain on the way, methinks?
The clouds still hold a beauty for me
Pareidolian’s Delight

The first evening Carer arrived.
Did a grand job on the eyes for me.

Back to the kitchen window as the rain started.
Naturally, I took these through the window.

Good Heavens, Little & Large again.

I’m not really hungry, may just have a pot noodle and bread roll, methinks. I’ve lost my appetite and my taste buds these last few days, seem to be on strike?
I had a pot of Sweet & Sour Noodles, with added sauce. And defrosted two bread rolls. Again… little taste came through. Glad I didn’t waste time, effort and money trying to make a ‘so-called’ favourite meal this time. Sad innit? 

The last of the day caller, arrived, Richard.
He got the night pouch attached. Maxitrol Eye Drops in did the medications during the five minutes break between drops applications, then did the Optha drops. Left me with my 3-minute finger in the eye near the nose process as instructed, and got off on his rounds.
Richard said that the NHS was now using Gaviscon instead of Peptac. But, the flavour is even more vile than the Peptac was; that was a horrible taste. This new one is made with… and the thought makes me want to puke… ANISEED flavour!
Ah!… I wonder if this almost poisonous-tasting medicine, combined with the new Optha eye drops, could be what’s causing my taste buds to revolt? Hehehe!

But, the eyes are worse than ever this morning. I’m assuming they will remain the same for the two months I’m on them?
Then hopefully get the eye done that needs the cataract that was repaired removed, and lasering off. A stitch in the eye for the crack. Then start again with another cataract procedure.
Then, if I live long enough, the left eye cataract to be done.
Then, the Glaucoma (No idea what the treatment is for that, I’ll look it up later) in the left eye needs doing.
I looked it up on the NHS site:

There are several different treatments for glaucoma, including eye drops, laser treatment and surgery. The best treatment for you will depend on your circumstances. Treatment can’t reverse any loss of vision that has already occurred, but it can help stop your vision from getting any worse,
Well, that’s cheery news!

Sleep Glorious Sleep was attained within seconds of my head downing! I’m serious, I was off like a log!
UNFORTUNATELY...
I burst awake, in agony from my old foe, A pincer movement attack this time – both hands and fingers.
Hours later, I managed to nod off, but it was not worth it; it was only an hour away from when I needed to get up; So I could spend the 2 hours ablutionalisationing. No doubt with a visit being activated as well.

FED-UP!
Still, I’m not complaining really.

Inchie: Monday 5th June 2023 – Accifauxpas

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I got this far in the blog… and went into the kitchen to put the kettle on… , without any of choice of walkers and sticks scattered all over the flat, and…

 

and a sudden .
burst violently forth.
Because of the eye, I missed the counter that I had hoped to stop me falling… But, No! I was well off target!

I caught my eye on the corner of the surface counter.
I’ve not been right ever since – mind you, that’s not saying much, is it? Haha!
I try to add some photos later on. See how it goes.
The good part is I got back up on my own… It was nothing to a young, fit, athletic, action-man such as me.

I’ve a constant pan in the eye now, so and going to pack up blogging; the eye strain is horrendous. My balance all to pot, and am on an involuntary mission to walk into anything handy at the moment, the depths of the £300, second-hand, musty, Haemorrhoid Harold Testing, cringingly-beige-coloured, crumb-covered, not-working, rickety recliner. I tried to take a photo of the bruised or whatever it’s called, causing it.  Right hand. If it comes out I’ll try to get it in with the few I’ve already taken. Hello, treble vision then for a minute.
I’ll give 111 a ring in a bit, unless it clears up, the head and eye I mean. Made a mess of that making a brew!
Although not good to start with, the vision in the eye seems no worse; that’s a plus. As I say, not to fret about with a man of my calibre with great pain tolerance and a heroic stance against the ailment, who will not…

No sooner had I typed the above, and and now have joined in the onslaught!
Big-Mouth-Me!

I’ll get Summat added if things go well later on.

Carer Richard arrived, and we did the eye patch off, eye-drops in, and then the patch back on routine.

TTFN.
Found this piccy taken first thing when I removed the night bag from .

Took the one above later on, of the calamity
kitchen where the tumble was taken.

This was later when I found I could read one of the leaflets with bigger print now. Great! It said that after 48hrs from the procedure, I could remove the patch, but must wear it at night when sleeping. Huh, took me ages to get it back on as well – but seconds to remove it.

The back of the hand was looking calmer now.

The second Carer arrived, I was doing my best to be upbeat. She was, as was Richard, confused about them sending more Finistrada tablets. I’ll ring the quack later, or ask someone to do it for me… I still get the pain, and a sound like humming coming from the eyes and head? The Carer didn’t know about the eye drops, but it was easier for me not to have to remove and replace the patch and glasses. She did a good job for me. Rhamat is her name… I think? Yes! Came yesterday too.

Oh, I must mention that earlier in the day…

Well, fancy that!

These must have been from yesterday?

Sorry, I’ve got to go sit and rest again.
Poor little thing! Hehehe!

Morning:
Seems I got settled and ate several bags of Cheesy Curls, and drank 2 litres of Soda water. Judging by the overfilled waste bin. Had the night bag on, so someone came last night, but I was not in a very good state when they came?

TTFN.