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Inchy: Tuesday 1st August 2023

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What an expensive day!
The usual getting things wrong, forgotten about, dropped, lost, back-to-front, or the many dithering moments guaranteed another 24 hours of anosmia. With eyesight that put me in danger as it would get worse momentarily; Dangerous on my hobble to and from the Optician. Where, between them and the Ozan food store, I spent a small fortune!
Two costly eye medications bought, the Smoked Knuckle that I couldn’t resist, and cash to pay the Easy-Link from the thingy in the wall in Sherwood. I was out of the flat for about five hours, and returned having spent on the glasses, medications and shopping treats… over £320! The Bank Balance is at its lowest for years now! The eye is still bothering me and as I said, making me a bit nervous. The eye this morning, is even more painful after having the cream and spray put on last night.
A Fed-Upperedness-Lingers!
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DIARY

Night Pouch.
NHS Scale 4

Sprayed the slippers.

Kitchen.
Kitchen morning view.

Not sure why I took this one – or even meant to?
Rushed around getting things ready for the trip to the Opticians.
Carer Kara arrived. No eye drops were given. She said she will try to find out for me whether I should or not be using them still. ♥ Medications sorted.

Had a bash at doing the blog, but within ten minutes…

I set of with the I hoped all the things I needed in the three-wheeled-walker trolley. Old spectacle frames to have the new lens fitted into. My wristwatch, bus pass, mobile phone, the beloved Kodak camera, and some cash. I set off on the journey to the opticians. I went down in the lift and took this snap of the information board as I got out of the elevator.

I walked outside and down to the Winwood foyer. This was to escape the drizzle and high winds.
Took these snaps of the view from within the outer foyer.
Then as the time neared for the bus, out to the bus shelter.
Taking this snap of the traffic island outside the flats. The wind was blasting the weeds and plants all over.

Down into Sherwood, got off of the bus without any tumbles or falls this time. Up to the crossing, over the road and into the opticians. Where the three pretty young lady assistants pampered me a little… I loved that! They seem to have taken to me? Another mystery! I was helped with the trolley into the examination room. But on my going inside…
I felt the catheter pouch dropping… Dam It! After all that time preparing everything to go out, I’d not emptied the pouch! I cringed as I had to ask if there was anywhere I could empty it. The lady kindly took me through the back of the shop, through some narrow junk rooms; she even helped me get up the steps to the WC.
Back to the test room. It must have taken her well over an hour & a half with all the tests needed. The outcome was costly!
I needed an eye spray and Gel. The tears were drying far too quickly, and the grit-in-the-eye scenario needed the spray. I can’t recall how much they each were, but the total was £23! pound. And there was me, thinking it was my natural charismatic charm, humour, and good looks that were getting appreciated by the staff. Hahaha! It must have been three hours after arriving, I was freed, to get some cotton pad (Not wool) from Wilko. Who, of course, didn’t have any in stock. But I let the girls select a can of pop of their choice from the trolley before departing to Wilko’s.

I hobbled carefully down to the Ozan store.

I was foolishly tempted to buy more veg knuckles and a large potato. Got some cash from the machine outside as I left.
A danged expensive trip this one was!

Then a grinding hobble back up Winchester Street Hill.
I think the hobble earlier helped me cope with it easier this time.
Approaching the left turn to the flats, which was not in view yet.
Almost there…
These wildflowers caught my attention again, as the poor things were getting battered by the winds.

I got inside the flats and was commandeered by ILC (Independent Living Coordinators), Oberstgrüppenfuhreress, Warden and Primo Ballerina, Warden Deana & Generaloberstess, Ice skating champion florist and Warden Julie’s office. This is used as a holding cell and an interrogation room. Only joking!
A Prisoner’s… no, Tenant’s detail updating was done.
The new ailments had to be added. Har-Har!
This took a while.

Back to the flat.
Along the link passage from Winwood to Woodthorpe Court.
At the end, Near the swipe door…
A photo of the overgrown natural greenery!

Back up to the apartment.
The knuckle and the potato.
The potato was put in the oven on low heat.

Tried to catch up with yesterday’s blog.

Gave up, and checked on the potato in the oven; it needed a little longer. I sat in the £300, second-hand, most uncomfortable, decrepit, Haemorrhoid Harold-testing, micro-organism-microbe-bugged, easily-fallout able from, unfit-for-use, not working, recliner, and nodded off with being kind, as well as the giving me a break…
was kind as well… then as heavenly peace arrived… I think was beginning a peaceful dream with a HRH Petal-Lisa and me in a railway carriage, dining… somewhat
the landline burst into flashing mode.
I jerked awake, my glasses dropped of my head… I carefully (I thought) rose from the recliner; knocking off a bottle of spring water and the torch off of the ottoman… nearly lost my balance going the two paces nodded to get to the telephone, and responded with a pleasant, ‘Good Evening’ quote. It was the
, with the results of the blood test. My INR had gone up to 4.2 for some reason, so the new dosages were given to me. Struggling to hear what the receptionist was saying didn’t matter this time; it was easy to hear… one each night! I thanked her and nearly tripped over the bottle of spring water as I went to the carers table and change the dosage on the Meridian book cover. Collected the dropped items from my getting up, and got back down into the £300, second-hand, c1968, charity shop-bought, eyesore-horrendously grungy coloured, Harold Haemorrhoid-testing, easily-falloutable from, unfit-for-use, not working, recliner… but not for long… I got the nosh sorted and started to dine well.

Within about ten minutes the door chime chimed out its; tune.

It was Carer Chris coming for the last call of the day. Nice and early too, I was half asleep. He got the and on the eye; the gel application hurt a smidge as I recall after it was put on, but nothing too bad.
No painkillers were offered, and, as I found out in the morning, no night pouch was added to the day bag. I think the lad knew from earlier how tired I felt with the trip out. He was off quickly, telling me to get some sleep, bless him.

But it was not to be!
Again the raged. No peace, just reminders of past errors, mistakes and shameful moments, relentlessly. One incident from 1957 was thrown in this time. This is getting bad, I wonder if I can get any help with this problem?
Has anyone mentioned it to Rishi Sunak, yet? Hahaha!

Still, I’m eating well!

Oh, just found this photo that I missed off!

Inchie: Monday 31st July 2023 – Another ‘Where Am I? What Am I Doing? Day!

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This is either Inchy’s best or worst-ever Ode!
Bonkers either way…
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Another confusing day, just like Sunday was.
Some Carers give me eye drops, others do not. I believe someone had called about the necessity, but the result seems to be a split decision, a draw – maybe they need a play-off to decide. Hehehe! I must get in touch with someone when I get back from the opticians tomorrow, to clarify.

The first five occurred when I first started the computer?
The tiredness came over me earlier than ever today. Memories are blurred, and the brain keeps stuttering, a bit like my old Austin A35 and Skoda Estelle cars did. Har-har!

Cock-ups, Memory Blanks & Confusion Galore!

Urine in the night bag at level 4 on the NHS Chart, methinks.

Balcony photos.
End car park.
Sky to the West.

Big Mess!
I Lost Hours & Hours!
What happened to cause the following fu… cock-up is beyond me!
It came after the internet… had gone down for the fifth time!
When it restarted, Firefox crashed. CorelDraw froze.
And I used language I was proud of!
The screen was filled with things not understood by Inchy in the slightest. Confused and lost, I ended up, after waiting in hope the, whatever Firefox was doing would come to an end. After two hours, I gave up, reverted to a spot ecclesiastical adoption, and prayed! Then the computer after having to force close it, was not interested in being booted up again. I considered suicide as an option… Gave up again, unplugged everything I could find, and gave it an hour… before trying again.

Made a mini-nosh!

The computer started this time.
Over the next hour or so of mistake-ridden work,
Black Outs grew to a current total of…

The delightfully pleasant Haematology nurse, Hristina arrived, to take some blood for the Warfarin test for the DVT Clinic.
♥ Wot a cracking lass! ♥

I lost a lot of work this time. But it’s understandable. Whenever Hristina arrives, she gets all my attention, and I forgot to save the work, in favour of listening, and admiring her lovely smile!
As I began to check the grammar on the newly replaced Ode I was doing…

Carer Chris arrived and refused to give me any eyedrops on his two visits. The last visit lasted for about 1 minute, bless him. No painkillers, for he knew how tired out I was, and was soon off on his round. Nice lad. I’ll ask Kara if she can sort out yea or nay to the eye drops. Carer Richard says yea to the until the current bottle runs out, but nay to the , until we can find out for definite if it is needed or not. I’ll see if the optician can advise on this in the morning when I go for the eye testing to be done.

Annuver Rotten Day!

INCHIE: Sunday 30th July 2023 – Half-Out-Of-It this terrible Sunday!

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What an atrocious, awful, deplorable, lousy, reprehensible rotten day of computer cock-ups on my behalf!
You wouldn’t believe that after ten hours of work done on the blog and Corel-Draw, (Interrupted only by carers calling), I lost all the later taken photographs – Had to make the Health Check graphic again, and actually lost the damned notepad with the reminders of events on it! Several times throughout the day, I had problems and Accifauxpas due to failing, and me hitting obviously, the wrong keys without realising, and finding the computer doing different things than I wanted; and had to turn everything off and back on again to reset to default. This happened to me on CorelDraw, Excel and MS Word… oh, and on the internet as well!
My spirits sank, a visited me a few times as well. Repeating these cock-ups and several times throughout the day, was humiliating to me.
Self-Pity, Self-Hating and Time-to-give-up episodes made things, well, me, feel even worse for having them!
Around teatime, I made the meal, just a few battered soy balls. Yet despite things calming down a little; mistake-wise, I enjoyed this small simple bowl of fodder. But… when I woke up with the usual jerk and jump, I found… wait for it… eight empty Cheesy Curl bags in the waste bin beside the £300, second-hand, most uncomfortable, decrepit, Haemorrhoid Harold-testing, micro-organism-microbe-bugged, easily-fallout-able-from, unfit-for-use, not working, recliner. Now guilt joined my emotions!
I could not get back to sleep. I was waking up every few minutes, it seemed. Yet there were no pains from any of the ailments; although was sticking a bit, and no bothering me? I gave up any hope of returning to snuggling up with , and I got up (Mon) at 05:15hrs…
With my brain suffering from baffling .
I wouldn’t like another day like this ever again! It was most likely something to do with
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Night pouch.

Only mud stains showing for yesterday, no water.

: I only just made it in time to the
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Straw-like mash!

Went on the balcony again, and did my best to take a shot with the Kodak of a crow down below. I took several snaps, but all were horrendously poor. The above is the best of them.

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A wide shot of the horizon to the North-West.
Then to the East.

This is the stage where I made a series of absolute & .
Lost all the photos, and spent hours trying to get the computer back to default after died on me for a few minutes… and the cock-ups began!

I gave up trying and spent some time doing other things that needed my attention, paperwork-wise. A farce that was too!
The eyes were incapable of deciphering the minuscule print.
I found using the spy-glass didn’t solve anything – I had to hold it so close to the paper, I could only read a line at a time, as I tried to scroll down with the magnifier. Then forgot what I’d read in the first place; it took me that long! The ailments were at it now, causing me angst! , , , , & , , any one of them… or all of them to blame?
Even, although not related to the current farce; , ,
I even had a , while I was sat down! A first there I think? Which loosened the flaming day pouch, which cost me even more time to sort out!
I was already feeling sorry for myself and depressed about how things were going – or not! – I was at the depths of despondency and dejection, and had a Eureka moment of conceptualisation: “Why are you (me) getting all worked up? This is like a normal day for you… what’s yer problem? Did you expect anything to go right? I thought you’d made your mind up that your life’s got so bad, because of your past life’s wrongdoings?”
What a grumbling moaning soured turd you are!
I was more settled after that! Not content you understand, or heaven-forbid happy; but less depressed!

The last Carer call was by Richard. He said the eye drops were to be used up, and then they finish. The same with the drops, but need to check with the hospital about those, ASAP, cause we have a lot left in the medical drawer.

A lste shot of the sky, that I cannot remember taking was found on the SD card.

Then another sleep-deprived night!

Keep Well, all my mass of adoring Blog-Fans.
Both of you!

INCHIE: Friday 28th July 2023 – Part One of Two

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I believe I’m slowly slithering more & more under the control of . No doubt about it!
At about 05:00hrs, I gave up trying to get any sleep or peace of mind, after the night long I’d suffered.
My first thought was the beauty of the morning sky, a comforting shade of blue, seeable from the c1968, non-operational, tatty, scruffy, unkempt, uncomfortable, germ-breeding, Harold Haemorrhoid-Testing, sickenly beige-coloured recliner. And felt the need to photograph it – at the time all the reasons I took it were almost paramount in my mind.
A few hours later, when I got around to doing this blog, I had no idea what the reasons were, except for the colour maybe.
Concerned about the eye drops situation, though. When to stop taking them. The two months quoted after the cataract operation, finished tomorrow?
Ah, well on with the busy day’s tales.

The night bag colour was a five on the NHS guide.

I had a strong thirst for a mug of tea – so went into the kitchen and made myself a good strong mug of Glengettie.

But I had to let it get cold, as a sudden need for the arose abruptly.
A fourth day on the trot (Pun intended, Hehe!) of ruling the proceedings. A messy affair!
Also, although the evacuated product was almost straw-like, it took a lot of effort to get it to escape!

I was using the expensive, claiming to be the best there is, WC cleaner. And the squirted cap fell off, and ¾ of it shot out in one go! Tsk! Ah, well, that serves me right!

The left foot & ankle were looking better.

The mudslide is visibly decreasing in size.
It looked light the lights were on the right car.
But I think it might be a reflective covering?

The morning sky was brewing up, for sunshine I think

On with the blogging photograph sorting

Made my second and last mug of tea of the day earlier than usual. Unzipped-a-Banana! Haha!

Carer Chris did the medicationings. And took the laundry bag. I put the carers chair cover on the computer chair.
As the big one was in the laundry bag.

It looks like the being done-up house on the edge of the bottom field, had some washing out to dry. I thought they may have gone away while the house was being upgraded.

The landline flashed, but I was emptying the catheter pouch at the time, and it rang off before I could get to it.
Then a message was left on the mobile. I was the foot lady telling me I’m expected at the salon to have the tootsies done… in fifteen minutes!
I had to save the work, shut down the computer, and struggle to get the trousers and shoes on without help! Needless to say, it was a lot longer than 15 minutes by the time I arrived at the salon. Still, got the toenail and feet done. Paid the £25 bill. Got an appointment for the next time, but lost the card somehow.
Called to see Oberstgrüppenfuhreress Warden and Primo Ballerina Warden Deana. And on the way back to the flat, I made a decision… well several! – Oh, yes, it can happen occasionally!

I would make a break for it and escape Woodthorpe Court’s Asylum! Here’s the plan I brewed up.

① The Doctor told me I could go to the chemist to get my flu jab. So it will be a trip on the bus down into Sherwood and the pharmacy, where I also planned…
② To get some batteries, anti-diarrhoea capsules.
③ Try to get some Borscht from the Ozan store.
④ Go to Haydn Road Cobblers and get a watch battery.
⑤ Call at the opticians to explain about the cataracts and my needing new spectacles.
⑥ Remembering, to take the Kodak Camera with me so I didn’t forget it again, I put it in my jacket pocket straight away.
Although unknown to me at the time, I’d left the SD card on the computer! So I ended up buying another one while I was out; on what turned out to be a horrendously mind-bending, physically draining, full of mistakes & failures trip out!

I’m going to do a part-two blog for today. All about the planned escape, failed missions, cock-ups, expense-riddled, agony-assuring, near-crippling, ‘Pop to the Shops In Sherwood’, and having to walk back up the dreaded-steep Winchester Hill with a filled up with carrier bags on the handlebars, back home to the penitentiary!

I was in a sad state by the time I got back.

INCHIE: Wednesday 26th July 2023 – Liberty-Global owned Virgin Internet down only nine times today!

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WEDNESDAY 26th JULY 2023

This morning was one of my betterer ones. Why? I’m not sure, but then again, my being unsure, uncertain, unsettled, and unconvinced of my own plans, thoughts, intentions, desires, needs, wants, cravings, emotions or intentions, is nothing new. A degree of semi-perkiness filtered through at first. I lay there on the £300, second-hand, most uncomfortable, decrepit, Haemorrhoid Harold-testing, creaking, sleep-deterring, nauseatingly beige-coloured, not-working, recliner, with a lack of frustration and depression. Enjoying this lack of worry and fear for a few moments.
I took a photo of the good colour of the night pouch urine. This respite ended when an ailment I’d not suffered for many weeks arose: A , which soon changed my mood. The leg fell off of the chair, clunking down into the drip tray and night, as the once-attached day bag on , falling down to my ankle, straps breaking apart! Skullgranglebonks! What a mess I had to sort out! I reckon it took me an hour to sort things out.
The night pouch attached to the urine in the Catheter day bag was of the Grade 4 colour on the NHS Guide card. Took a while to get it off, though.

& were the next activities for the now very frustrated me.
Four nicks shaving. Lost balance getting the PPs on, and another new bruise acquired on the bum methinks.

The computer was turned on, and updating of yesterday’s blog commenced. Concentration was minimal, though.
I took this rather sad photograph of the morning’s mudslide, through the windows of the balcony. Not much there today.
I took this shot of the front car park on Chestnut Walk, also through the window. Cause it was a bit windy, and a little drizzle coming in my direction.

The ever unreliable Oligarchs of failed again.
And still, their Mafia-type-looking boss, Mr Fries gets his annual salary of $26 million… plus guaranteed bonuses in the form of shares in the Financially vast ! Jealous? Me? Yes!

Carer Shaquille arrived. The lad was in a good mood today. We managed a natter and laugh as he did the eyedrops, medications, medicines, and then the second eye drops for me.

The Iceland order arrived within minutes of Shaquille leaving.
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I could have sworn I ordered this delivery for Thursday 3rd August next week! It seems another cock-up was added to Inchy’s vast collection of & .
Made worse, because there was no room to store the fresh products and frozen! Another Inchy calamity!
The fridge freezer was the fullest it’s ever been! I even had to remove some stuff and dish it to make room for the new things. ! I solved this problem by gifting some of the stuff to people who have helped me, later in the day. The by now assuredly bursting-at-the-seams refrigerator was soon emptied a little when some fodder was gifted.
Still, I should last for food for a day or two now. Haha!
Later, Carer Kara checked the dates for me. Some things had only two days left, but I forgot to write down which they were, and just cannot read the dates even with the spy-glass. The cataract-done eye is worrying me a smidgen, being so bad.
I was a little concerned as to why I bought bananas. I’m sure there was a reason why I’d stopped buying them… but have no idea what it was? However, I polished one off straight away!

Fortunately, the domestic arrived just as $25million salaried Mr Fries went down again. She accepted a bag of goodies, which helped me free some space in the fridge freezer, bless her, that helped my conscience.

Back onto the now-working internet...
For about five minutes and down it went once more.
Sickening, innit!

Carer Kara arrived to offer me help with the finances. What a blessing she is! Kara got into my online bank account and paid yet another bill I’d received earlier in the day, to pay CT4N Easy-Link. Last week we asked for the full amount of money I owed, £79 it was I think, and Kara paid it for me. Now I have another bill? And I’m paying cash for each trip? Kara seemed to think it was alright, so She paid that one too, then sent a confirmation to Easy-Link by email.

Back to grafting on the often interrupted blog updating.
Spent some time as I waited for it to return, updating the tabs for the blog on CorelDraw.

Ten minutes after coming back on, it went off!
I finished the tab-creating on CorelDraw and got them on file for later use.

Back to blogging…
It was suddenly late afternoon. And the sky went a different colour tone altogether.
So beautiful mind you! I did some on each of the pictures that I took. I spent quite a while on this.
In my eyeholes with it, so as to speak.
Finding animals, a ghost, faces and beastly images galore.
Lovely!

Mr Fries’ rather incompetent crew from the useless internet providers were at their worst for a long time. They did not get any better!

I made up some milk roll breast sarnies with soy meat, drenched in BBQ sauce. Naturally, there were the usual thickly sliced cuts from the none-butter butter that is so gorgeous tasting on the bread. And the batter balls were mouth-wateringly wonderful!
No doubt about it, my taste buds have recovered now. A fantastic Taste-Rating of 9.3/10.

I had a go at blogging again.
But not for long.

Carer Chris arrived to do the big evening medications. Eye drops, tablets and capsules, then the second eye drops. I forgot to do the finger in the eye near the nose holding it there for three minutes… yet again! I’ll suffer for this later; when the eye starts itching, the floaters too, and the most annoying is the feeling of grit in the eye. A little pain usually as well. I really must concentrate, cause my right eyesight is getting worse now with all my missing doing this. Note To Self: IDIOT!

I tried the internet on the computer again. I wonder if the $26million salaried Mr Fries at is worried about their crap service?

Of course, it’s gone up since
Jealous? Me? Hahaha! Yes!

Hello…

TTFN, All!

INCHIE: Tuesday 25th July 2023 – Accifauxpas & Whoopsiedangleplops!

“That’ll be £85.25 and £255 delivery, M’am!”
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The urine was a smidgen darker this morning.

It seems we had some heavy rain last night?
Close-up of the mini mudslide,

The sky looked as if it may have more rain to send.

As it lightened up, I went onto the balcony to have another search for something worth photographing.
Taking this shot accidentally as I tripped over the step getting out of the room.
I take better photos by accident than the others? Hahaha!
An early morning car-washing tenant out there. Shaking his car’s carpets, doing a thorough job. Is he selling it?
The car cleaner was still at it after I’d visited the wet room for the & duties. Excellent parking on the grass from the white van, man.

I had a look at the NHS Falls Team advice booklet.
Had to use the spy-glass to read the wording.
Exercises page above. If I can find the time, I’ll give this a go.
More advice in a safe environment.
With supplying me with the odd , & disorientating me, supported by the effective bone dislodger & often with agony giving suddenly giving way without warning, I think the chances of this advice being effective are minimal. Look at the last bad tumble, where I spent four hours laying on the floor… that one was due to, I think, the leg just mentally disappeared. In an instant, it wasn’t there, and as I went backwards and landed on the deck, there was no pain from the leg at all… for a few minutes, then the brain got the message from the dying neurotransmitters, and the agony began.
Reduce Your Risks! Hehe!
Getting tired now; hard to read the mini-print.
Getting Up From A Fall.
I could see the pictures enough to know I had been doing something right, at least in how I struggled to get back up from each tumble. But I use 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, cause its solider to use to haul me elephantine body up from the floor. I say easier; it’s the only way! Of course, if the fall occurs at the door, I have to crawl on my hands and knees back through the hallway into the computer room, which usually entails , messy! And/or poor being set off! In my efforts crawl to utilise the £300, second-hand, c1968, charity shop-bought, eyesore-horrendously grungy coloured, Harold Haemorrhoid-testing, easily-fallout able from, unfit-for-use, not working recliner, to get back upright and recover.

Dreadfully slow, but up to now, it had gone down only once! I blogged on and off for many hours… with…

Going down just once!

But was in a different mode this time!
Little messy squirts, with gaps of up to three minutes and another dollop of splattering… repeatedly!
I couldn’t concentrate on the crossword at all. Hehe!

Got the nosh sorted early.Soy mince, beetroot, tomatoes, onions, potatoes and garden peas!
Wholemeal bread thins and a strawberry dessert were enjoyed as well. Flavour-Rating: 9.3/10. I seem to have found my appetite once again. Got the pots washed and went to freshen up.

The left leg had blown up, and a bruise appeared from nowhere and started to kick off? And gave me a few worrying moments. What next? Don’t answer that!

I olive-oiled the earholes and dropped the bottle, which landed on my .
To round off this little series of , I lost my balance getting the fresh PPs on…
On the way to the wet room floor, I tugged foolishly at the shower curtain, the plastic clips holding the curtain on the rail pinged and shot all over the place, and the curtain covered my horizontal body…
What made me think that a flimsy thin plastic curtain would help stop me from falling?
I spent hours gathering the hooks and getting the curtain back on the rail, but two clips were missing. I spent more time searching for them, to no avail.
Naturally, a man of my calibre took it all in my stride; I even laughed about it to myself. I think I gained another bruise or two on my rump. I thought about taking a blind shot of my rear end but thought better of it.

EVENING ALL; GETTING MY HEAD DOWN EARLY…
We’ll see if it works & sleep arrives.

INCHIE: Monday 24th July 2023 – Meal of the Year!

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BAD NIGHT’S KIP
The darn-nabbed went on for four hours, without any breaks, peace, or sleep to be had. Eventually, I gave up trying. I’d had nod-offs earlier, but they were all cut short by Carer visits, or the new thing now, rally jerking awake violently. It’s a wonder I haven’t had myself off of the c1966, £300 charity shop bought, second-hand, wincingly grotty, beige coloured, not working, crumb-covered from the nocturnal nibblings, itch-making, uncomfortable, virus breeding, easy-to-fall-out-of, recliner; there were so many of the yet to be named, unnerving episodes of cruel waking ups! Worse than ever, now.
Still, I got a few early photographs done. Stayed up late to get some sunset clouds. TTFN.

The great colour of the urine in the night pouch was impressive. I put the results of the urine on the Health Check graphic, the wrong way around – 6-3, instead of 3-6. Normal Service will be resumed as soon as possible… that is if , if that pesky nuisance I named leaves me alone at night.

Balcony shot of showery, misty morning weather.
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Took this one with the flash on, Tsk!
Then this with it off.
took a shot of his own accord, and without
telling me as well! Hehehe!

Later, as the mist departed and the rain did not, I opened the end window, got wet, and took two shots of the end car park.
And a close-up of the morning mudslide puddle
A fair size today

A mug of Glengettie tea and an apple pastry

The Asda delivery arrived
Today, he was a friendly driver who helped a lot by bagging the stuff from his containers into carriers for me. Most helpful chap.
The first bag was emptied and stored away.
Food cupboard stock, and Carers, nurses nibbles.
Two favourites here;
Red Leicester cheese nibbles, &.
Brown part-cooked baguettes.
For the fridge…
Which was well filled up.
As was the freezer!

Late afternoon skies…
Fantastic!
Could be the moon’s surface?

An hour later…

Amazingly, the sky got lighter and brighter not long later.
Just caught the end of the sunset.
Well, almost!

Now for the treat of the Year to date.
Took me a long time to get prepared, I used the air-fryer to do the potatoes. The tomatoes were tasty, and I can’t say that very often from Asda or Iceland bought fruit & veg.
The two sourdough mini-baguettes were smothered in the best tasting… better than any real butter, Asda non-butter butter. And smoked tomato ketchup dabbed on them.
And overfilled with the knuckle. That I sliced without any injury to any digits.

Gorgeous!
A Taste Rating of 9.3/10.
Cause the potatoes were not so good.

The evening carer called, but I just don’t know who it was who came. Chris or Victor, I think.
When I woke up later, the cataracted eye was feeling like grit was in it. So I know that the eye drops were put in, and the night bag had been attached to the day pouch for me.

I soon nodded of after making a note of events on my pad, and yet again the blasted started. I knew I could do nothing, so I accepted it this time and tried to follow my wild thoughts and understand them.

A waste of time that was!

Evening all!

INCHIE: Sunday 23rd July 2023

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With my weird sleep problems over the last three days, I have partially lost my appetite for doing this blog.
Unbelievably, even to me, I was beginning to feel sleepy on the first Carers call this morning. By the time midday came around and the second call, I was fighting to stay awake! I forgot to hold the tissue in the eye after the drops; I felt half-out of it. I’d not even started on this blog by then. I’m going to call the doctor on Monday morning; this is getting to me; every following day since Wednesday, I began to droop earlier! I’ve never had so much sleep in my life, yet I still feel drained mentally and so tired?
I’ll do my best with it, but it’ll probably be far away from my usual wittiness and fun-loving quips being put in.
Here goes:

At least Victor had opened the valve on the day bag after fitting the night bag for me.

Off to the wet room for the evacuationing…Still as messy as heck. TT is in control.

Blimey, I’m getting short of toilet paper! The two-and-a-half rolls left won’t last long at this rate. Haha!
Wonder if this is owt do with the sleep-craving problem?

The legs were much improved. Grrreat!

Off to make a brew of possibly the world’s finest-tasting medicine, Glengettie. Warming the mug first, making sure that the

whole cream milk was used, just a drop, mind you. Left the teabag to brew, stirring all the while. I could smell the delicious brew wafting up… I got the tongues and extracted all the flavour from the teabag, then…

The milk bottle slipped in response to jiggling my body’s right side. I grabbed at the bottle, which had the top put back on… and was on the verge of going into a , as of all ailments, kicked-off, and I knocked the perfect mug of Glengettie off of the cabinet, onto the floor, via my left foot’s , spilling in every possible hiding place it could find! Did I swear? Yes!

Got the mess cleaned up in my usual happy-go-lucky singing away manner.

Made another mug of Glengettie. Very carefully!
It tasted amazing and went down well.

Got the computer on…
The day is getting worse now…

The second call was from Carer RO, a nice gal. But I can’t hear what she’s saying much. Helped me out when emptying the catheter pouch and got the wobbles from , saved me from another mess, bless her.

Late afternoon clouds…
Not sure why I took this one; it looks like the one above?
Hey-Ho!

Blogging for ten minutes, then…

Back on again… for 15 minutes.
Doing better today… up to now!

Firefox went down!
Well, fancy that!
Took me hours to get it back on. No idea how I did it anyway, but all tabs had disappeared! Miffed!

The skies were now in a threatening mode.
Beautifully, though; rain is to come again, I just know.

I transferred the potatoes from the crock-pot to a saucepan with the chunky veg soup in it. Sliced a few tomatoes. Added a splurt of the Winiary seasoning liquid.A drop more sea salt and a dash of BBQ sauce. Next, the most important ingredient was added and stirred in with some gusto.

Left it to marinade on the lowest setting, nipping back into the kitchen to give it regular stirs.

The rain came when I was about to return to cry over the pathetic computer mess!

It started coming…
Fine rain heavily for half an hour or so…
Then we had a ten-minute, even heavier downpour.

Carer Kevin arrived and soon had me sorted out

I checked on the chunky vegetable soup and got it served up.
By Jimminee, my appetite made a comeback tonight!.
I’d thought I’d made too much at first, but No!
I gobbled up the lot of it. And ate all of the Milk Roll bread… the strawberry cheesecake too!

Carer Richard arrived for the last call of the day.
He was just starting his shift, so naturally, his ebullient wit had not kicked in yet. Hehe!

I looked at the Freeview listings and noticed Death Wish 2 was on in ten minutes. Got the pots washed in a hurry… this was not a good idea at all!

I dropped the tray while putting things in the sink to wash. The only solid thing tumbling was the knife – which managed to land on me.
Bending down to retrieve the utensil, I coated my chin against the edge of the sink.
Having continued hastily washing the pots so as not to miss the film’s start, I knocked the bowl off the sideboard. No injuries with this one. Worth mentioning?

I got back into the second-hand, £300, c1968, overwhelmingly sickening beige coloured, tatty, uncomfortable, wobbly, germ-producing, falling to pieces, food residue collecting recliner, and got the TV on again. To find I’d misread the TV menu, but it was not Death Wish 2, but Lethal Weapon 2.

Fair enough, I settled while the adverts were on, 15 minutes of the film were missed. Got myself a bag of cheese curls and a bottle of soda water to hand, and the film restarted after the commercials… Then fell into a deep sleep. To wake up, as the credits were scrolling the screen as the movie ended!

Then, after four nights of precious sleep, I assume thanks to the chloroform in the Minims eye drops, now finished; the darned annoying and alarming nasty Thought Storms started again!
After four hours of nodding and jumping awake, I gave up and got up! Not that this bothers a man of my distinctly accepting and casual style.

Toodle-Oo!

INCHIE: Friday 21st July 2023: Chloroformed? Hehe!

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Sorry, but I fell asleep more times today than ever before.
Very few reminder notes were made. Mainly photographs later in the day, as the tiredness and weariness dawned in the early afternoon. Later, I looked up information on the side effects of chloramphenicol eye drops. I did, but I made a mess of copying it and got this mess of text into the graphic. Sorry.

On waking up, before nodding off again!

Woke up once more, night bag looking good. Got it detached and emptied, securely wrapped, and disposed of.

The new had fallen down the leg, so I readjusted it – Easy-Peasy this morning, no hassle or bother from , , , or at all yet?
A few nicks shaving. As expected
Cleaned and refreshed, and feeling rather good after a broken but long sleep, even on 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. But I knew it wasn’t going to last long.
I’m fading, getting so tired I cannot concentrate on anything but the need to sleep earlier every day! Yet I felt good at this time!

I got some potatoes in the crock pot and flavoured them with sea salt, Winiary Przyprawa, and unfortunately…overdoing the pinch of basil, as the lid shot off!
A good stir to dissipate it…
Not that it did much dissipating.
Got the lid on and left it for six hours.

Made a brew and onto the computer.
I did not feel like having any biscuit dunking this morning; I didn’t have any all day. Amazing! Something wrong here!

Five minutes later, it returned.

Three minutes later…
Humph!
It had not come back on for fifteen minutes, so I had to shut everything down and reset the box again…
Another five minutes before it returned.

Got on with the blog updating. For five minutes, then…
Left the computer and went on the balcony to take this shot of the mini-mud slide in the end car park.
The
The Internet had not returned yet.

So I took these shots through the kitchenette window of the falling rain; I wasn’t going to open the window.
A close-up.
Wide shot to the left.

The abysmal, unreliable finally returned, and I grafted away at the Thursday blog.

Carers Chris and Kara called. Chris was a little late at 09:30hrs. Kara, on the dot at 12:00hrs.
Angel Nurse Hristina arrived and got the blood taken.
I lovely gal!

Fancy that!

The rain resined, and as I was taking this photo…
The Weariness & Tiredness kicked in!
I was incapable of continuing to start this blog, and I will have to find time in the morning. Gawd, this dead-beatness since taking the new eye drops is getting earlier each day!

Better get the nosh done now; the potatoes were cooked.

I added them to the saucepan of vegetable soup and added a drop of the delightfully-tasty Krakus Borscht.
And some peas to the mix.
Wunderbar!
A delightful nosh, Rated at an 8.9 on the Taste-Rating

I was struggling to stay awake now.
Managed to get the pots washed, then got down in the £300, second-hand, most uncomfortable, decrepit, Haemorrhoid Harold-testing, micro-organism-microbe-bugged, easily-falloutable from, unfit-for-use, not working, recliner.
Sleep came almost immediately.

I was woken up by Carer Chris’s arrival. Can’t recall much of it.

Zzz! Returned within seconds of Chris’s departure.

I was woken up again by Carer Chris’s arrival. I can’t recall much of it, well, anything really, other than he put the night pouch onto the .

I think IO had odd dreams, and they were waking me up frequently – but I soon nodded off each time… well, not the last one. That dream was a bad one that had me trying to make heads or tails about it in my mind…

TTFNski

INCHIE: Thursday 20th July 2023: Nurses Toying With Me! Hehehe!

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Mayhap the oddest day of the week so far.
Unexpectedly Busy? Yes! This blog was not started until Friday.
Being tired after the EENT runabout made me knackered and drained early in the afternoon. But the extra visits were all welcome, all the same.
I faded very early, though; all I wanted and felt needed was sleep.
Fat chance. It can’t be helped. Being a mind-testing set of visits, I had no notes as such to use, and time memory was all I had… Oh, and some earlier-in-the-day photos to prompt me a little. Here goes If Liberty-Global-owned Virgin Media
doesn’t keep going down again. Naturally, it did!

05:00hrs. No night bag attached again, Tsk! The urine in the day pouch was a deep colour. Tummy ache and wind.

Did the waste bags… Carer Chris arrived to sort me.

Computer on…
2 minutes after getting it back on…
Ten minutes after it returned…

Took these kitchen view shots waiting for the internet…
Up in the sky.
Sun coming up from behind.

Carer Kara arrived. And a blessing she was, as she usually is.
She got the bank payment for my Easy-Link debt payment.
£79.00 was put through to the bank and sorted. Emailed Easy-Link to confirm it. No reply yet. Did the eye drops. ♥

Struggled, and it was time-consuming, but I finished the Wednesday blog and posted off to WordPress.

The landline flashed. It was Phlebotomy Nurse Hristina. To tell me she would call tomorrow morning to take the Warfarin INR blood sample for analysis. ♥

The Asda order arrived.
Nibbles
Frozen favourites!
Fresh food treats!
Drinkies to help the bladder
Fridge refilled now

I thought I was doing well on the odeing, then the rush of helpers arrived – Bless Them All!

Two District Nurses arrived. I’d hoped they were going to remove , so that I could have a go at seeing myself after the Finasteride course of tablets had finished. I did not realise that the penicillin tablets had run out, and not the above.
I was hoping to give manual wee-weeing a go, and that I could pass water voluntarily again. With the (hopefully) now-reduced in size Prostate. If the tablets had worked.
But they seem to have put me on another course of these.
The embarrassment brought forth some witticisms from my lips. As the nurse reached for some of my kitchen towels to cover me up – Carer Kara came in while they were ‘doing me’, and I quipped, a postage stamp would have done! Hehehe!

I remembered I’d got some potatoes in the oven for my meal. Kara kindly went to check on them for me. A Lidocaine (a local anaesthetic) and Chlorhexidine, (an antiseptic) tube were shot into Little Inchie. Stings a bit, but a nurse laughed and mimicked, “Oh, oh, oh!” Which took my mind off of the pain. Clever gal! Then… Dang-dang-dang, Dang!
The insertion of the new tube began…
Naturally, my being the brave, heroic sort of young man, there was no grimacing, chewing of the cushion on the c1966, £300, second-hand charity-shop bought, crumb-containing, odour-retaining, Harold’s Haemorrhoid-testing, nauseatingly beige coloured, non-working, virus-breeding recliner which I was sat on, howls of pain, nor exclamations of any sort, like, ARRGH! or anything of that nature while the tube went in.
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But this inserting nurse was a no-messing-about one; I think she did it last time, too, straight in unhesitatingly. It was soon all over and settled! Thank you! ♥

Kara did the eye drops and medications for me.

Then I got the meal ready.
Simple food for a simple man. Hehe!
Flavour rating: 7.2/10, fair enough

Night carer Chris came early. Which made me think I could watch my favourite ‘Heartbeat’ episodes. I fell asleep after he’s done the eyes and medications, as he sat at the Carers desk.
I woke up, and he was on his mobile.
No doubt female related. It sounded like he was speaking his native tongue, so I kept my eyes shut to avoid disturbing him for some time. He got the night bag onto the Catheter for me, the pouch in the drip tray, and off he trotted.

No chance of watching ‘Heartbeat’; the first episode had almost finished, and not that it mattered cause I drifted off to sleep again. I’m doing a lot of that lately? Twice at the hospital, several times yesterday in the flat, and now again!

I was woken around 20:40hrs, as Carer Chris came to do the last 22:00hr check. Eye drops and Peptac.

No sooner had he left, I fell asleep again!
This time I was almost jumping awake every few minutes, repeatedly. It wee’d me of this did!

I got up, grabbed and hobbled into the kitchenette for safety checks. Being so tired, I thought I may have left a tap running, a door open on the fridge or oven on from cooking the potatoes. All was okay.

I took this Kodak shot of the beautiful late sun setting.
To my Pareidolia’s Delight, I spotted what looked to me like a shrimp in this photograph. Can you see it?

The rest of the night was Sleep, Wake, Sleep, Wake, Sleep, Wake, Sleep, Wake…
Grrr!

Toodle-Pips!