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INCHIE: Wednesday 19th July 2023 – Back to the hospital day

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04:25hrs: I was Gobsmacked, to find the hot water was hot. What happened last night will remain; One of the many mysteries of Woodthorpe Court, with the hobgoblins, spectres, gnomai, phantasms, ghosts, grotesque succubae, extraterrestrials, ectoplasms, spirits, & Fata Morganas, that have been sent to taunt, irritate my already limited saneness of mind? 
I was so pleased to be able to get into the wet room with hot water available to get my ablutions tended to.
IU got the shaving tackled first. Five tiny cuts; which was good considering that I’d got three days of beard growth to remove, and of course, the growth behind my ears and back of the neck. Knowing I was going to struggle to get the feet cleaned…
I had a cunning plan… and a Eureka moment while using it!
I stood in the bowl with soapy water, and… wait for it… baking powder in it! Jiggling watch foot repeatedly while I did the bleeding… er… shaving. When done, I looked down at the water in the bowl, and all the collected dirt from the soles of the plates had floated up to the top of the water! Grrreat Idea!
I pass this tip on to other old farts who cannot get down to wash their feet, free of charge, naturally! It really works!
A lot of aftershave was needed to stop the bleeding, a good spray of Brut deodorant and the medications tended to.

Carer Shaquille arrived and helped me into the crippling shoes.
Did the drops and tablets, and I got on the computer.
Domestic Denise arrived, assisting me to get Velcro’s shoes fastened. I got things gathered together from the list I’d made, to take with me to the hospital.
Made the template for this blog, and turned off the computer handmade a brew of Glengettie.
Tea GlengettieI checked on the day pouch contents with a view to emptying the pouch. The colour of it caught me out, and seemed too dark suddenly, compared to the night pouches urine.
It was still flowing in.
The phone rang, it was a lady who I could not understand a word she was saying. This took my attention away, (it takes very little nowadays) and I forgot to empty the bag.

The landline chirruped and flashed. It was the chap from EasyLink. Advising me that the total owed to them was… £79!
Carer Kara called in for a minute or two, and I mentioned that I can still not get into my online banking to pay this bill.
She could not do anything until later, but kindly said she’d get around to it for me. Nice gal!

I got down into the lobby with Three-Wheeled-Willy the Walker and awaited the arrival of the lift from Easy-link. Which arrived nice and early. It was the lady who took me to Highbury Hospital. We had a chat and laugh en route to the QMC.
The traffic was heavy with queues to get into the EENT department. She had to drop me away from the unit and walked me in through the doors, bless her.

I managed to find my way into the main hall (for once) without having to ask someone. Haha! As I approached the doorway, I felt the nearly full pouch dropping down my leg with the weight!
Two nurses accompanied me into the toilet, but I could not get my leg high enough, and almost fell trying to. So the Angels fetched a cardboard pot and emptied it for me.

Then, in to see a female doctor to have the eyes pinhole tested.
This took a while; she did a good patient job of it.
Then escorted me into another waiting area to await being called in to see the surgeon-doctor.
Another good long deep examination. Difficult at times cause I could not hear what he was saying, and moved in the wrong direction a few times. But he was also understanding with me.
And pleased with the results. He gave me some different eye drops to use for the next four days, in place of the , and put some in so I can start the course in the morning.
Cap on vials, one drop only each time. Four times a day, starting on Thursday 20th July 2023. He handed me a letter to give to the lady in reception on my way out. But I forgot to! Huh!
As I got to the desk, I realised I had a long wait for the agreed pick-up time. The driveress did say to phone if I get done early, and I asked the receptionist to call Easy-Link, please.
She could not get through to them and told me to take a seat while she tried again. Which I did!
I fell asleep, and the lady woke me up to say she was still trying to get them for me. I thanked her and nodded off again.
She woke me again, to say that Easy-Link were on the way, but traffic is horrendous with the school holidays.
I meandered around taking sneak photos.
Exiting patients from other departments.
Can’t recall taking this one of Three-Wheel-Walker Willie, or why?
Got to the doors and out to take some more.
Are folks awaiting lifts?
Taxi.
Turned back to go inside again.
I met a lady who had just had her cataract done and had a gossip. Back out to await the Easy-Link arrival.
This boulder was used by smokers going out for a break methinks. Hehehe!

The minibus arrived, and we had a great journey home! Lots of waffling, I was in my element. Said our farewells, and up in the lift to home sweet home… well, the flat.

Took this selfie.
Seconds later, the weariness came over me.

Got in the flat and rang Meridian to tell them I was back.
Then the absolute pleasure of taking off my shoes.
Boy, were the feet aching now! Yes, they were!

The view from the kitchen window was marvellous, cloudwise.
Gorgeous!
To the left a bit.
Then onto the balcony to take these two.
To the right…
and close-up!

Carer Chris arrived.
Started this blog update.
Carer Chris arrived later for the last visit.
Did some more blogging, and Carer Chris arrived.
Explained the new Eye drops change for a fortnight.
I think I’ve got it right… but?

Making the nosh, as the evening sunset started,
so I took these snaps.

Then made up the nosh.

TTFN

Inchie: Sunday16th July 2023

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The pains from the left hip were the worst ever. Thus my concentration and mistakes were at a maximum, likely the worst ever suffered as well. The mind was all over the place, in utter confusion at times, especially when the eyes kept going… well, how to describe it, I’m not sure. I kept going into a sort of hazy dizziness mode and had to stop whatever I was doing. (apart from when on the Porcelain Throne) Ha-ha!
The hip grave way a couple of times, but I didn’t have any tumbles, although it was a close call each time.
I right this moaning, whinging paragraph, hoping that people I thought were checking on my health, seem noticeably absent these last few months. Not the Carers. The falls team, Social Services, and District Nurses seem to have either given up on me or are fed up with me. Can’t blame them. Hehe! Four falls in four days I would have prompted a response, then they may have spotted the hip problem I’m suffering with. The Doctor sent me a letter telling me to book a flu shot. Surely she knows how immobile I am?  
The change in the date of the cataract procedures has put me in the right pickle. Changing the lift arrangements with Easy-Link will likely prove impossible. Taxi lifts are just too painful to get into and out of. So it looks like a bus and then a tram each way for me. Which will mean more discomfort and agony from the hip, from the hobbling about?
No time to do a proper blog today. So a short one it will be.
Thank heaven I took some photos earlier in the day before I lost it mentally & physically. They helped prompt my already confused, panicky mind and memory.
Just feeling a tad sorry for myself – Tsk! Poor old twit!


My night pouch colour was better.

Legs & feet are much easier!

Misty Morning, through the balcony glass.

A rarity here – a breakfast.

Managed to get the left slipper on, but gave up after 25 minutes of struggling and failing to get the right one on.


Another cock-up was made. I would have sworn I ordered the Iceland order for next Tuesday, I think I remember checking that I had, but still got it wrong… it arrived this morning

A mega-full fridge now!


Set about getting the spuds in the crock pot.

Had a meal that I don’t recall being very tasty.

Then, the Mind-Blank episode.
During this, I had a carer call that I know nor remember anything about other than. But they had signed the book.
A smidgen worrying these are, but I’ve told the Doctor, who seems to think I have to expect these things when getting older, so nowt was done to relieve the situation. Understandably!


The last photo was taken.
Not sure why or when.
Always, I get wearier. tired, and the ailments seem more serious as the latter part of the day arrives.

That’s all I’ve got,
Which is not a lot,
There must be such a lot…
that I have forgot!
What can Do to better my lot?
I’ll have a sniff of the gluepot?
Hahaha!

Inchie: Saturday 15th July 2023

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Had some rather Dark urine in the night pouch this morning.
But there was a little more than there has been lately.

That was a good sign of hope; that the Finasteride tablets may be doing the hoped-for job of shrinking the prostrate, with a view to me being able to wee-wee once again, with Little Inchie direct into the WC!

The ankle and legs looked a lot better this morning. But… the hip joint was genuine agony for me. The rib pains, as are the burning, stinging pains from the leg injury and infection, are less frequent.
I soon learned that walking was risky, with the hip partially seeming to give way now and then. Oh, and the pain when it does – ARRGH!
Turned on the computer. I got the waste bags made up, and I thought the hip pains might ease when I hobbled about. But, No!
Went to make a brew, and the Carer arrived. I was in the kitchen, so I didn’t hear the doorbell sounding. Turned around, and the gal made me jump… Hahaha! She helped me get the slippers on.
Had a closer look at the infected wound coin the leg. It looked so much better. The occasional stinging pains still give me some pain and hassle, though.

I spent a few hours catching up on the blogging. Carer Sam arrived. We had a mini-natter; she did the usual for the noon call. Drops & medications.
I went to make another brew, taking a snap of progress at the house, close to the Woodthorpe Grange Park bottom field. Plenty of equipment or parts there this morning.
I had to take the right slipper off. Too painful, as the leg and ankles are beginning to swell up again. Getting as big as the left leg. The hip is just as bad; it’s not a good place to be when I stand or brave hobbling. Bit of drizzle, and I espied the mud-slide was relatively wide. Hehe!
I went back to the computer to finish off Friday’s post.

Well, fancy that! That’s not exactly why I thought, but you get the idea, I’m sure!)
So, I went off to visit once more, the ,
Another marathon session… well, not the session, but the cleaning up after the session… if you know what I mean… if you do, please let me know. Thanks!

NokiaI finally got the blog sent off to WordPress. A text came in on my new Nokia 90 Hz refresh rate 6.56-inch touchscreen display offering a resolution of 720×1612 pixels (HD+) and an aspect ratio of 20:9. Nokia G42 5G is expected to be powered by an octa-core Qualcomm Snapdragon 480+ processor and come with 4GB of RAM mobile. I may have got the wrong name there?
The night bags are being delivered today. Carer Kara ordered them for me. ♥

They arrived at 11:15hrs on the midday Carer Call while Carer Jo-Anne was here.
Raining again.
Made a start of this template.
I took this photo and searched for my missing nail cloppers... no, nail clioppers… 3rd try… nail clippers! Gorrit!
One shot of the houses around about.
A little like an upper-class Coronation Street?
With no Rovers Return, of course!
I thought of some titles for these pictures;

The Invasion of the Grey Clouds!
Grey Aliens Attack!
Is there anybody there?
Grey Clouds Escape?
Aliens Spit Euro Dollar Signs in Attack on Earth!

Maybe not.

Moving forward to take the close-up shot, I accidentally & Caught the infected wound simultaneously on the radiator. Which caused me considerable pain as I twisted my left hip in unison.
But, you know me, (Ahem!) it was no bother; I merely laughed it off casually. Well, I did an hour or so later when the Codeines, Phorpain Gel and Hemp had had time to ease the pain. Hehehe!

I hope the Oligarchs pretend connection does not go down again. I must get the food order done. I will try it now; crossed fingers and all that… Huh!.

I started preparing and cooking the nosh; I just had to take a shot of the sky through the kitchenette window. Gorgeous! A
 without any doubt.
Not too fancy a meal. But enough for me to enjoy. The soy lemon yoghurt was the highlight of the dish.
Flavour Rating Overall: 6/10.

I hobbled off to wash the pots up and got this photograph of the great, which could almost be a painting, view of the evening sky shot yet again.
What happened after that? I’ve no idea. But I woke up later with the hip giving agony, which is most likely the reason. No choice; I had to take an extra Codeine and Paracetomal to ease things before I could nod off again. Tsk!

The likelihood of unlikely liberalism looming is always liable!

TTFN

Inchie: Friday 14th July 2023 – A Painful One

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A terribly painful day. The left hip, mystery rib-stabbing pains; left and right today! The infected right leg looked so much calmer and had never been so painful.
Three Porcelain Throne visits, every one of them Trotsky Terence controlled. (It didn’t half take me a lot of time to clean up after each call!)
Worry over the changed Cataract procedure day; it’s now next Wednesday. Getting a lift rearranged, me forgetting if the booking has been made or not…
Letter from the Doctors, casually telling me to call and book an appointment for my flu jab. How? When? This means begging the Carers to phone them and the Easy-Link for me.
Also, about the penicillin running out. Carer Richard told me to call the doctor to get some more. Carer Kara spent a few minutes helping me, but I’ve lost memory of what she said now. Letters from National Insurance, the bank, and Virgin all need help for me to grasp what needs doing for each one.
This is worrying. I’m not coping very well.
Yet, I can do my stupid odes & blog. But they take so long nowadays to get done.
I keep having problems with the neurotransmitters failing, dropping things more often, and making even more cock-ups on the programmes WordPress, MS Word & Excel & CorelDraw, which costs me more time than I haven’t got. The thought of having to give up the blog sickens me.
But the constant pains today have blocked me from working things out. And, of course, Liberty-Global Virgin Media is ever going down. I just can’t get any help with this.
The British Gas keep telling me to send them a reading, but I can’t understand when I open the box, there are two readings, which do they want? I’ve asked the Warden and all the Carers, but none of them know about this problem?
I thought about ringing the Dementia or Social Services. But will I be able to hear what they say? I’ve got so many cataract procedures and test coming up. A DVT vein procedure,
and want to get to the call-in centre if the leg injury infection doesn’t ease off soon. I’d hooped the NHS falls team would have been advised by someone of my four falls in four days last week.
That spilt out, didn’t it?
Sorry about that, but I am getting desperate for help.

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Night Pouch.

Waste bags made up.

Photo of yesterday’s meal found.

YESTERDAY’s PAREIDOLIA PHOTO
I spotted another option: Maybe the ball-shaped cloud was from an alien craft and had just dragged France in the ball to take it home and study it? Hehe!
Many failures in the first hour and a half…

Despite the occasional agony from the infected right leg wound, the feet and legs looked calmer?

View from the computer desk through the balcony.

I went onto the balcony, and the mudslide shot first.
Then the front car park.

3-hours later, the failures were at…

The pains persisted in my right leg.
Walking was difficult, especially if the hip.
It was playing up at the same time.
Inside of the limb.
With my leg turned in… I’ll not try doing
that again. Hehe! An odd swelling coming
up now on the ankle? Still, it does look pretty.

A good downpour late in the afternoon.

Early Nosh Sorted Out
With a special self-treat to follow…
Vegan Icecream! I added some delicious
mild Polish raspberry juice.
And very nice too! Not overstrong, perfect!

Total failure count, as of now, only…

Much of today was lost to my mind.
But all I can be sure of happening,
with the aid of a few scribbled notes,
and these photographs helped.

TTFNski & Keep Safe, Please!

Inchie: Thursday 13th July 2023

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I stirred into life, with bladder and tummy pains aplenty. I’d forgotten something last night… I was disappointed that I had failed to put on the flipping  night bag. Yet Again!
Hence the discomfort from the bladder. The day bag must have been close to its bursting point. I forgot to ask the carer to leave a bag out in the drip tray. I got it onto the £300, bought eight years ago from the second-hand shop, Harold Haemorrhoid testing, repugnantly beige-coloured, crumb containing, virus-breeding, acne-giving, rickety, non-working recliner. Had to get up and empty the pouch, but got my head down again.

Stirred once more at 05:00hrs. Well pleased with what little pain and aches I had in the legs. I decided to risk trying to get my slippers on for the first time in weeks. I took a snap with the Kodak before actually moving anywhere.
Nottingham Forest legs – Red & White. Hehe! Things seemed to be going well! So I made for the wet room to do me and to visit the Things went well!
Although had the advantage still.

Although I didn’t realise it then, I’d had four shaving cuts. Carer Kara noticed them later on. All on the neck.

Then… after such a good start, the hip started playing up again. Worries me a smidgeon that does. Just my remembering last week’s four tumbles in four days... the left leg and/or hip giving way being the leading cause of them all.
But none today yet, as I type anyway. Just a few scares when it seemed to feel like it was going, but a second later was back, just giving me the pain. Still, I’ll make myself a mug of tea for biscuit dunking, Glengettie, methinks…
, I had to hasten back to the wet room, and Carer Richard arrived as I entered the door limpingly. I muttered I was sorry but have to carry on.
The evacuation was different once again from ten minutes earlier. Not unusual, as Tom Jones sang.

A messy job that needed cleaning up!
Did the clean-up as fast as I could and went out to Richard.
He looked at the leg, and to my surprise, the right one had bloated up and gone red! Nothing like it was hewn I woke.
Also, I only had one of the prostate capsules left.

And none of the penicillin tablets at all.

He asked me to get the later carer to ring the Doctors.
Carer Kara said she’s ring them tomorrow for me.
She arrived just before noon and checked on the letters I’d received but had to go after she issued the eye drops, medications, and second Eye drops.

Email from Iceland.
Shortcake biscuits, soup to soak the bread in, no doubt with added Borscht and seasonings.
The fridge is now mega-filled!

Amazing afternoon clouds

Plenty of images were spotted in these two

Teatime view, nice!

Later, through the balcony windows.

Found the photo of yesterday’s meal, but today’s seems to have disappeared now!

Evening Care called, and I took two quick, ungood snaps of the sun setting. A close-up
Then a wider shot

I took a picture of the legs, ankles, feet…
And it came out in B&W?
Still, they looked better!

This was one of the best ‘Article-Item-Face’ finding pareidolia session photos of the year.
My first thought was the whole picture could be a map of Europe in the future. Obviously, France had either had a nuclear power station disaster (Or maybe a Brie cheese farm blew up), or Putin was still in charge in Russia and was attacking Europe? The wind was blowing Westwards, and Britain copped for a lot of fallout? The idea tickled me. Hehe!

Cheers, Each!

Inchie: Wednesday 12th July 2023

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Life is getting harder…
WordPress has stolen from my editor…
The swatch that permitted text colour!
Liberty-Global, the new owner…
Of the previously good Virgin Media,
Goes down regularly, more oftener.
I’ve contracted insanity & Arithmaphobia!
I’m becoming ever more toeier,
I’m likely a champion procrastinator.
And developing a worrying paranoia!

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Too dark in the night pouch!

Thought I’d do a photo tour of the massive flat.
The one and only front room,
balcony showing
Kitchenette
Mini Hallway.
Which I shot through in.
urgent response to the need
of the !
Where…
The carer fitted a

new day bag for me.

After the ablutions were done, I took a closer photograph of the state of the injuries accrued in the last fall.

Titivated the Nurse, Carers,
and delivery folk’s drinkies display.

Car park on Chestnut Walk.

Domestic Denise arrived and mopped the kitchenette for me.
Then with the same water, cleaned the wet room floor for me.
We managed a mini-natter as she filled in the paperwork.
Nice gal Denise is.

Another of the mysteries of Woodthorpe Court, with the hobgoblins, spectres, gnomai, phantasms, grotesque succubae, Whoopsiedangleplops, ailments, extraterrestrials, ectoplasm, spirits, Accifauxpas, rent increases, food price hikes, and the Fata Morganas, that have been sent to taunt, irritate and terminate my already limited saneness of mind… The left foot seemed to be developing a picture on top of it. It looked so different to the one I took 6 hours ago?

Sun-Setting
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Can you see the ghostly white clouds above?
Do you see the face?
A wider shot, and it looks like a ghost’s skeleton to me?
Mayhap with w weapon in his left arm?
I do love the clouds.

Later on, before settling into the £300, second-hand, most uncomfortable,  decrepit, Haemorrhoid Harold-testing, creaking, sleep-deterring, nauseatingly beige-coloured, not-working, recliner, I nipped out with Kodak to take sky pics again.
The white area was still there, face with mouth open this time.
The strip of the last sunlight on the horizon.
I clearly recall seeing something in this one, worth mentioning -wise. (I think?) But cannot see it now, Humph!

I foolishly forgot to ask the last Carer who called, to attach the night bag for me and within a short time of sleeping, was full and backing up in the bladder. I painfully got up and put the night pouch on, without too much hassle, and slowly the pain from within the bladder eased, and I got back to sleep.

I vaguely recall dreaming something about me punting a punt, with a very attractive young lady with a sun hat on and an umbrella up… she would not answer my Good Mornings, just chose to ignore me.

That’s all I remember – Oh, the internet blackouts were better!

However…

TTFNski!

WP Prompt Response: 1993

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WHAT AM I MOST EXCITED
ABOUT FOR THE FUTURE?

Erm… err… I’m not sure!

Addendum (I think that’s the word) Ode
In days gone by, my excitement would grow.
What would cause it, I would never know,
Get invited to a party or freak show?
Will I win the lottery, and buy a bungalow?
Go on the piste, and play in the snow?
Win big on the dogs, at Walthamstow?
Christmas: find someone under the mistletoe?
Get a part in a stage play, mayhap Othello?
I should have had a part in Rambo!
As a spare, extra or cameo.
Now I search for a carer with Simpatico,
Can’t see or hear anymore; such sorrow!
I’ve stopped drinking and using tobacco!
Not even the odd Amontillado…
I play both teams in Subutteo!
I guess I’m feeling rather low…
Wherever did my excitement go?
Ah, well, Cheerio!

Inchie Monday 10th July 2023: Gawd Bless Liberty-Global, Cause I can’t!

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INCHIES ODE OF THE DAY
He thinks this is one of his bestest ever?
Funny & ambiguous… I know, but he tries…

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I burst back into ersatz life, took off the night pouch, (Great colour!), I did one hundred press-ups while yodelling a welcome to the morning. Then a bit of shadowboxing, and ten minutes on the weights… I’ll try again… I wearily forced the eyelids open and saw it was 06:45hrs. With great reluctance, I began to edge my stiff aching torso towards the edge of the c1968, non-operational, tatty, scruffy, unkempt, uncomfortable, germ-breeding, Harold Haemorrhoid-Testing, sickeningly beige-coloured recliner. The pain when I moved the right leg was good. I think the infection that is clearing in the toes and foot, is creeping upwards now? A complete reversal now; the left leg has deflated a lot, and the right is warm to the touch, swollen rock-solid, and so painful if I touch it… hobbling about today has been worse than last week. Getting the night pouch off of the day bag has never been such a painful struggle.

I went off to have my morning mug of tea early and thought that the view from the kitchenette window was worth viewing. Gawd the leg was hurting!
The beauty would soon be forgotten…

The same as yesterday happened, only worse, it caught me out and caused embarrassment at it happening, Grumph! . As well as an, or two, followed! The rear-end evacuation started, unstoppably, before I’d got to the wet room door on my way to the . What a mess! embarrassment is not a strong enough word!
Agony is not a strong enough word for when I had to clean things up again. I might have been worse I suppose. Getting the fresh Protection pants on was dodgy, nearly had another Whoopsie!

The right leg’s red areas continue to creep up the leg.

I put the computer on, went for another controlled visit to the , I got back to the computer after another mammoth cleaning up job; but…

Made a brew of Glengettie while waiting for the of to get back online. Which lasted for about twenty minutes or so, and then…

I think it must have been the fourth visit to the . The computer came back online.

Got a crack on while I could. At least two hours uninterrupted!
But then…
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This time the oligarchical owned failed for a much longer time. I kept checking frequently, and when the imitation service, (I use the word loosely) returned, I went to the UT to watch a documentary about the Bhopal disaster. Another result, similar to the poor sods who died, got injured, and had their lives ruined by the Royal Borough of Kensington & Chelsea, there were no prosecutions of the guilty gits in charge of running both disasters!

I got very emotional, and could not resist looking at a Grenfell Tower documentary, to remind myself of the crookedness, and protection from prosecution of worldwide!
I don’t mind admitting, both clips brought tears to my eyes.

No sooner had I changed to blogging…

So, I made the second brew of tea, Thompsons Punjana.
With the regular four cookies being dunked!
Still no sign of owned …

Went to wash the mug out, and the breeze coming into through the part-open kitchenette window, felt lovely on my right leg, cooling. I’m not sure why…

But I took two shots of the legs. Of, course there would have been a reason… but…

As the customer service failed for the umpteenth time, my spirits sank. I’d spent hours redoing lost work thanks to the $26 million salaried Mike Fries, or Steve Fries, Mike I think… Where was I?

It may have been more. (And was later on!)

I took a snap of the rather beautiful late afternoon view.

The forehead, eyes, lips of the face. Do you see them?

I’m fed up with moaning!

Another go at getting this blog started…

I surrendered to the

Nosh was prepared… then burnt…
I spat a bit, self-condemned and stuck my bottom lip out!

The night Carer arrived and did me

Then as I put some more potatoes in the air-fryer this time, which has a timer on it to avoid burning food.
I wish I’d realised that an hour ago!
I got Kodak Keith and took these shots of the sunset.

High in the sky

A little lower…

Down a smidgenNightie-Night Sunshine!

Back to keep an eye on the fodder cooking.

The second effort.
Veg soup with Borscht.
Unburnt potatoes with the
last of the Tear & share bread.
A pot of the high-class custard & Jelly.
By gum, I live well!
Taste-Rating: 7.5/10!

The right leg infection or whatever you call it, kept me from nodding off for a while. But I got there… Zzz!

TTFNski!

Inchie: Sunday 9th July 2023 – Libert-Global Failures Again!

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Most paragraphs are from scribbled notes. The latter parts I can actually remember. The odd chronological guesswork included.

REPEATEDLY GOING OFFLINE!
– Going done so often caused me many problems and ultra-frustration. I have used more swear, curses, and words of hatred today than ever.
That is saying something I can tell yers! (Spit, spit, spit!)

According to the scribble on the notepad, I was woken up at 06:45hrs by the Carer calling. Eye drops were in, the overspill was wiped off, and medications were given. Per instructions, the eye drops were inserted five minutes later, and the overspill was wiped off. The regulation 3 minutes of holding the index finger in the nose side started as the Carer departed. I guessed at the timing.
I took off the night bag. Got it emptied and safe-wrapped for disposal.

None of the were leaking this morning. But it looked like the right leg infection was creeping up the chin area.

I sorted out the waste bags and then went into the kitchen again to check on the food situation and if anything needed ordering today for next week. (Forgetting at that time, I’d already done an order from Asda) Took a photographicalisation of the morning’s view...
And a close-up nosey at the house being done up.

Made a mug of Glengettie tea to dunk the morning’s breakfast of four Maryland cookies into it.
Started the notes of the day.
Then got the computer on…
Within five minutes, the above.
So, I visited the … And boy, I was forced to by the oligarchs of .
Because I avoided a right .
As I opened the wet room door, I felt the flow from the rear end coming of its own accord! It was also lucky that I only had the thin dressing gown on; I yanked it off, downed the pants in a rush, and plopped my elephantine body down on the seat. The flow began before I’d made contact with the plastic raised seat!
Splish, splash, slosh & all done! What a stink!
Had a mess to clean up. Then got the gown back on. Tried the computer, and the internet was back on. I got the photo transfer session done with crossed fingers.

Doing so, I realised that the tea had gone cold, and I hadn’t had my breakfast of four cookies yet. Tsk!
So, made another brew, Thompson Punjana, this time.

Started to get the blog updating tackled…
Fancy that!
This time it lasted for half an hour offline.
But returned…
Only for about 5 minutes offline this time.
I actually got some CorelDraw work started.
SHIT!

While waiting for the internet to return…
I started to write down the order for the food I didn’t need, but at that time I didn’t realise I didn’t need it, cause I’d forgotten about ordering the Asda order that I’d done a day or so ago for the next week… I think!

The OLIGARCHS
The monetary-gain pecuniary, merchants, sham, bogus, false interest in offering a workable internet, money-mongers, without a care in the world about any of their internet customers; Continue at their usual rate of failure.
Mind you, had I been getting a $26 million a year salary with guaranteed bonuses and an open expense account – fair enough, I would not need to give a shit about myself either…
I may have got a smidgen carried away there?
My hatred for the man & company is tempered only by the fact that Fries is so damned good-looking! Hehehe!

I felt the right leg stinging in its usual waves, seemingly coming from within the leg.
Took this snap of the agony-giving legs. Rather colourful now?

The owners of returned once more, ten minutes or so later.
I pressed on with the updating, and actually got the blog finalised! Final checks and began to post it off...
SHIT!

During this , I lost a lot of work done and foolishly not saves on CorelDraw.
Grrr!

Oligarchical, capricious, undependable.

During a Carers call, the internet returned!
For three minutes, then…

The day had flashed by already, and little was done.
When, a few minutes later, the internet came back,
I posted the Saturday blog off! But…
About 15 minutes later, yet again…

So, I stretched my legs and went to get another bottle of soda water. Boy, the skies were magnificent!
A Pareidolia’s Delight!
I spotted a giant creature apparently coming into this snap from the right-hand side, with a head, nose, mouth, and fins. Can anyone else see it, or is it just me?
Far left; the jaws of a creature. Another creature’s head and also the shape of an airliner cabin? The cloud formations were beautiful as the darkness began to arrive.

Back again… for one minute!
As Victor Meldrew would say…

More Pareidolia’s Delights!
A long mouse lower centre?
Fantastic! A Michelin Man – Bigfoot in the clouds, with a Dolphin jumping out of the clouds to the right! See it?
The left creature swimming in the clouds?

ENOUGH!
Fries and his money-number-fact-crunching Mafia Mob have beaten me! Computer off, and messages sent out through the ether to any and everyone; spewing my hatred for the Oligarchical Smoke & Mirrors money men!
A smidgeon of jealousy included.

I went to check on the meal cooking…

The pan with the vegetable soup with Borchst added was now a blob of nothingness! I threw away the pan contents, triple-wrapped them into the bin, and washed the saucepan. But, It’s led a charmed life, this saucepan has. The number of times I’ve burnt food in it) Hehehe! Tsk!
I got another can of thick-cut vegetable soup in the saucepan and added a smidgeon of Borchst to it. Got half of the tear & share bread, and put it in the oven with the potato cubes, hoping both will be cooked simultaneously. Then I got sidetracked, as per usual. I and my  against the server trolley wheel and leg.
The soup was okay when I’d recovered and ointmentated the now stinging lesion, but the tear & share bread was a little overcooked. The potatoes too, but I like them that way.
A great nosh despite all the hassle.
Taste Rating: 8.2/10.
It went down a treat, as I ate it while watching an episode of ‘Heartbeat’; as per usual, I nodded off and missed the last few minutes of the programme. I hate it when I do that… but it happens so often nowadays, Humph! I tended to getting the pots and pans washed up! At this point, I can inform you all that the steak knife has lost none of its sharpness.


Late Carer arrived, Richard. He was not feeling very well, methinks. He got the night pouch on and carried out the medicationing and two eye drops, as required. Said my farewells and thanked the lad. After that, I repeatedly sat down to watch the goggle box, waking up and taking a photo of the night.

Here they are:

Bootiful! I could see a stretched face in there?

A close-up, taken by accident. Well, she is
to blame, really. Haha!
A wide shot…
A close-up of the orange rift; Is that the word?

TTFNski, Each.

Inchie: Saturday 8th July 2023

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The Health Check Returns this week up to now,
are not too bad at all.
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04:00hrs, I woke with a jump and jerking motion and looked at the clock. No interest in getting up or even moving was located. So, I violently passed wind, I recall this disturbed poor little to trickle a little blood. I felt the sensation of the wet warmth from the bum, in the Protection Pants. But I did nothing. These American Depend pants can cope with a lot worse than a spot of blood, without leaking anything. Then fell back into the bliss of sleep. The Carer is not due until around 08:00hrs, so I envisaged a good four hours more sleep. Mmm!

06:25hrs: I was woken by the Carer. That buggered my extra sleep, Ha-ha!

She got the night bag off of the  She helped me to get the night pouch detached from the troublesome this morning  , she didn’t want the bag removed for some reason. Tablets eye drops, medicine, and second eye drops sorted out. And as I started the three-minute waiting after the drops were inserted, with my finger in the appointed corner of the right eye, she left to go on her rounds.
Though far from painless, the ankle, feet, and toes showed signs of improvement. I booted up the computer. Tried to load the photographs from last night, and once again, the shuddersome, evil, unpleasant, cruel, uncaring, displeasing, much-hated, reprehensible, shuddersome, God-awful, scandalous, 26 million dollars a year salaried, Herr Fries of the Pathetic pretend Internet Supplier, & customer ignorers failed!
It’s difficult to believe, I know… So, I made use of the time. A fun selfie on the computer screen. Then…

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Not without some hindrances, though!
The wet room, and got myself comfortably seated on the . No sooner had I picked up the crossword book, than the evacuation, started and it was all over in seconds. But what a mess I had to clean on the rear end, much to the displeasure of !
I started on the shaving, before tackling the stand-up washing of the overburdened gargantuan, but bouncy-fleshed torso. The Brut was needed afterwards due to the several small nicks that I accrued during the detruncating.
Great that Brut! As I twisted and stretched to put the after-shave back on the shelf, . My right leg slipped in the bowl – I grabbed a hold of the sink, as the bowl tipped over and all the dirty water from the bottom of my feet, spread all over the wet room! I may have quoted a commoner’s curse or two.
Then started spitting, questioning God, humanity and hating even more, , who I blamed for my enforced early ablutioning!
Got the mess cleaned up… and found that I’d left the hot water tap running! Good job I’d got the shaving done, then, cause it was only tepid water to use now!
I then against the trolley wheel. Then when bent to have a look… I banged the leg ulcer against the trolley frame! Luckily, I’m able to bare, or should be bear… pain easier than others, and just laughed it off.

Then got back to the computer, on the web… and a few minutes later, it went off again!
According to the backup and revisions page, while I was self-harming myself in the wet room, it had gone down three more times, five in total. Keep watch on this blog for the following failures!

As I was ten minutes or so into updating yesterday’s blog, Carer Jo-Anne arrived, as the owned Internet failed again, for the 6th time! Would you put your business in the hands of the financial wizards, of smoke & Mirrors money conjurers ? I know it will never happen, but if I win millions, at least I know not to invest in anything to do with . It scares me to death that they may start buying up energy or water companies in the UK. The mess they made of Virgin Media, a once reliable company, is now being demolished, with ulterior motives I’ve no doubt, financially inspired.

Ah, it’s back on again… no sooner wrote this and it’s gone again! For the 7th time! It’s not sad as such. No, yes it is!
Huh! It’s raining now.
A strange hue in the sky for mid-morning today?

The next carer arrived, well two of them. One in training. A nice pair of lads, methinks.
Well My Goodness Gracious Me, and blow me down with a feather duster! Strikes again! Can you believe it? I do!.
I got the new dressing gown on. I bought an XL one to make sure it went around my shockingly tubby and wobbly meaty midriff.
It Didn’t. Each time I sat down, the bottom and top splayed open, revealing my privates, belly and legs. Enough of a shock for anyone! I sat down and sneezed – unaccountably, one of the shaving cuts started to bleed.
Int life good?
The Internet returned. And I started to do some work that I had not been able to save earlier, yet again: As if by magic, the world’s most incompetent provider .
The light shower has stopped.
I went to make the last of the two mugs of tea I’m permitted to drink daily. I can drink as much decaffeinated tea as I want they tell me… Have you ever tried it? You’d be better off and get more flavour drinking stale water!

As I was making the tea, the last but one Carer call was made.
The two young lads, CA & CV. One had a look at the accident area and ulcer zone. One thought it looked terrible, the other a lot better than last week, who I agreed with. Naturally, it still hurts, but nothing compared to last week. The toes are clearing a bit too. The ankle swelling is not so keen on going down. They did the drops, the medications, Peptac… well it’s that horrible flavoured Gaviscon now, and then the drops.
I mentioned the kitchen floor’s state, with me having to go to the hospital on the domestic’s call day. And the new lad set about using the speed mop on the floor for me, bless them.

Very late up tonight, blog addiction again. With the blessed going down so often, I was many hours behind schedule with the blogging.
I should imagine that the top dog at , oligarch Mr Fries does not have this problem? It must worry him a bit?

Cheers!