Inchie: Wednesday 7th June 2023: Mental Confusion

8th June 2023 / Inchie / 1 Comment

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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: Sunday 28th May 2023

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A Jolly Good Morning to you…
I greeted the world with a rendition of “Oh, what a Beautiful Morning”, followed by “Onward Christian Soldiers”. Bounded out of the second-hand, £300, c1968, overwhelmingly-sickening beige coloured, tatty, uncomfortable, wobbly, germ-producing, falling to pieces, food residue-collecting recliner, and did a few rounds of shadow-boxing. Then 10 minutes on the weight lifting, and went out onto the balcony, and Yodelled Frank Ifield’s “She Taught Me To Yodel…

Or…

I stirred after only about four hours worth of kip, checked the clock, 04:45hrs, and swiftly fell back to sleep.
Woke with a nervous tic attached to my left eye, and checked the clock again, 05:00hrs.
I considered the option of getting up… Zzz!
06:00hrs the next time I woke, still with the nervous tic in the left eye. Danged annoying that was!
Back to Kip, I floated… Not waking until gone 07:00hrs! The tic still twitching away.
I even had to force myself then to rise from the comfort (that’s not the right word) of the recliner, to grapple with getting the night bag from . It soon dawned on me, that the night pouch had not been attached.
If I remember rightly, I must have forgotten to ask the Carer to do it. Of had I taken it off myself earlier? I think not, because the urine in the day bag was a deep brown-red. I stood and caught my balance, reached for , took off the dressing gown to cool me cool down, and went off to utilise, in response to the early call to the . Once0 again, was in control, very messy! However, ailment number 21, , after carrying the buckets of water to refill the not-working for 9 weeks now W.C. water tank, was far easier than she has been lately. That is thanks to the Carers rubbing in the Phorpain Gel regularly for me for a few days now. Easing the discomfort. But, as usual, the started off, as if to cover for BPB’s absence. Hehehe!
I got the computer on, determined to get yesterday’s blog sorted ASAP.
After five minutes of putting the photographs in from the Kodak SD card, and I realised many pictures that I took last night, were not there! Tsk! – !

Then, I got a bit of a shock, sat sitting here, again wearing only , and the morning Carer came into the room! Somehow I’d not heard the chime.
I clabbered about to get the dressing gown back on sharpishly. got the medications sorted. Then got some gel rubbed into my back. Very welcome! Cheers!
Peptac taken. But no Paracetamols were needed.
I believe that Phorpain, which has Ipobrufen in it, serves as an extra painkiller? Having it rubbed in so often, it gives me a chance to reduce the drugs I’m taking. I’ll see how the pain levels go… Huh! As I typed about this, would you believe that the started off again?

I got the Saturday blog finished, and I posted it off to WordPress.

demand number two arrived. was even more dominant on this visit.
I dropped the PPs, sat, shat and was upright again within literally seconds! The mess was unbelievable and took me ages to clean up, and the bending to wash things disturbed , who was accompanied by a more persistent ! So much for cutting back on the drugs! I thought I’d better take another Galphram in hopes of controlling ‘s appetite for wet, smelly, gooey evacuationing!
The pins and plates seemed to be looking better.
Apart from the ankles of course.
Then, the urine started flowing a lot easier and faster for an hour or so. And a lot clearer and lighter colour, too!
I’ve not had a good stubbing for a long time now. This one was a cracker! Not that it bothered me, of course.
Pain means nothing to me at all.

Josie a The door chime chimed. It does that! I’ve noticed it a few times. Hehe!
It was neighbour Josie from across the hall. The poor gal was having trouble with her kettle again. Despite my acute lack of knowledge and fear of anything mechanical, technical or complicated, I went in to see if I could help her. I think I worked out what it was, too. I could be wrong, of course. But believe that the insert into the base looked worn a little. So filled her kettle up, and it worked! She’ll need a new one, though, to be on the safe side with electrics. She went to Wilko, but they had none in stock. So, a made her a mug of coffee, said my farewells and returned to the flat. And ordered her one from Asda, I hope her current one lasts until it arrives.

Got an email from old friend Chrissie, telling me that the cataract replacement is a ‘Doddle’, to use her own words. That was kind of her; she always knew what I was thinking 66 years ago when we were neighbours. and a lot younger. Hehehe!
Chrissie said she’d had two cataracts done. She mentioned a procedure she has to go through, regularly with an injection in her eye. I looked it up. I think it is called ‘Laser Injection Photo Dynamic’. Bless her! ♥ I asked her if she found out what it was that was eating her toe.

Got the oven heating up, and a can of Golokowa ready, then peas & carrots in the saucepan. All I have to do when the potatoes are cooked is get some slabs of the Flora Non-Butter butter in a couple of bread rolls. We’ll see how it goes; my plans are famous for their failures!

I’ll see if I can get it done before the night carer arrives.
Back soon… or in the morning.

MORNING CATCH-UP:

arrived. Medicationalised me, and took the waste bags with him. A little natter, I’m not sure either of us understood each other, but we ended up laughing. Haha!

The cloud formations tonight were indicative of changing weather, as Dad used to tell me. See that? I can recall from 70 years ago… but still, I forget to turn off taps, heaters, the stove, the shower power box, lock or unlock a door, the time, day, date… etc.! This picture evoked my love of nature.

I finished making the meal and got it served up on the plate and tray. Golonkowa, thick chips, carrots and peas; with two bread rolls filled with chunks of Flora no-butter butter. The chips were okay, and bread rolls and peas & carrots were all decent enough too… The Golonkowa and Plant butter were fantastically tasty!.
A well-deserved Flavour-Rating given of 8.2/10.

I washed the pots and settled down in the c1966. 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. To watch something on the TV.
How come, when I want to sleep at night, I can’t? Yet nearly always nod-ff watching the goggle-box when the first set of commercials come on? Humph!

I was well away dreaming and came in, turned on the light, and it took me a while to work out where I was and what I was doing. I must have been deep in sleep.
Handed out the Peptac, then dolloped on and rubbed in some Phorpain Gel into my lower back. Nice! It really helps ease the pain from . Thanks! He then got the attached, a little too tightly, I found; when it came to me getting it off in the morning, to . Understandably, the lad doesn’t want it to come loose and leak. Took the fresh wastrel bag with him.

I had to get up to turn off the light. Got up easily enough, grabbed the , and turned off the light. Then… – A against the ottoman returning to the chair. At least I didn’t get tangled up in the long night-pouch tube this time. Hehehe!

Could I get back to sleep? No! Not for ages!

Fare Thee Well!

Inchie: Saturday 27th May 2023

28th May 2023 / Inchie / 4 Comments

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A sleepless night again. A bad start to the day. So, there is nothing new there, then!

I believe I got up, not woke up, cause I never got to sleep: at 04:35 hours. I’m certain-ish that was the time on the big clock.
Time seemed to go by like greased lightning!

I took the night pouch from .
A little dark again.

Thinking I had plenty of time before the arrived, and needing to use the , I made for the wet room and got on the Throne first.
Well, another reversal in the fight between & . Trotsky had regained superiority over Konrad this morning. What a messy job! I got teggies, carefully cleaned. A fair bit of bleeding, though. Then tackled the shaving, with Blood-Bringing-Boris-Razor adding to the haemoglobin loss, and only from two little nicks. A good splashing of the Brut after-shave stopped it easily enough. I was already stripped for the shower, turned on the power to the shower, went back into the wet room and opened the shower curtain to have a looked-forward-to-shower. As the two end curtain rings shot off!
Not wanting to splash the water all over the room, I decided to get the step ladder and replace the hooks to the curtain.
I got the picker-upperer, picked both hooks up, and in doing so, caught my chin with the handle of the picker-upper. The blood flowed again! So, even more, Brut after-shave was used, which stung a bit this time.
I went off into the front room, got the ladder, went back to the wet room, and gingerly got up the ladder eventually; it took me a while, with my not seeing so good, but I did get them reattached.
Then, a moment of doubt came over me – had I left the kitchen sink tap running? It had to be checked out. Despite that it was, or should have, been obvious that I had not used the kitchen taps yet!
In the kitchen, and while in there, I thought I’d put the kettle on, which I did, why I don’t know. Then:
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Came in; I didn’t hear the door chime cause I was in the kitchen. It must have taken her a lot of effort not to burst out laughing! Well done, gal!
There I was, reaching up to get the kettle filter, wearing nothing but a red face and .
With only a quickly-grabbed sheet of kitchen towel to try and hide my poor Little Inchie, I made my way to get a dressing gown on. I think she saw the funny side of things. I hope.
My mind was all over the place then. I forgot momentarily about me just about to have a shower as we talked about something or other. I even asked her to put some Phorpain gel
on . Not realising I’d be under the shower shortly. I was really confused and struggled with things.
I think that took the laundry down for me, but I’m not sure if it was Sam or the later Carer, Jo-Anne. Sam took the waste bag and had a smile on her face, I’m sure; when she departed. Hehehe! I don’t blame her, either.

I got the showering completed at last. Spent most of the time doing it, thinking about how I could have got the time so wrong this morning. Then I decided it was the fault of , and . Before I’d finished the shower, I added , then another guilty one, . I may add to this list later.
The feet and legs were looking betterer. Dried off with the bath towel, and started the medicationing. then I Germoloided .
Germolened the stomach flab and between the legs and on the outer bum. (Catheter catching)
Daktacorted poor .
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Got the alert and alarm wristlets back on.
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Got some more aftershave on the cuts that were leaking blood again… That made me jump a bit!

Carer Chris came, but what the heck happened during this visit? Apart from a feeling it went well, there are no details in my memory bank whatsoever.

By the time I’d got a bit of nouse back, I found I’d posted off the Friday blog. I just hope that I’ve finished it first.

I found the oven on with nothing in it. I’d taken out frozen cobs to that in the heat on the window ledge.
Found this photo – no idea when I took it.
But it is beautiful.

Can’t recall taking this one at all, or why. Mayhap, giving me some pain and stick, with having to fetch buckets of water again to flush the loo?

Aha, This one prompted the memory box.
It was when I first put the computer on this morning.
Self posing? Hehehe!

Yee-Gawds! It’s nearly 19:00hrs. evening visit. A new lad, he’s coming out of his closet now. Getting my sense of humour I think he likes it. He Phorpained my lower back, gave me some Peptac, and took the bin bags with him. He also checked the electricity meter, but was as aware if what to get a reading as I was – Zilch! I’ve added it to the list of help needed on the whiteboard. Getting full now.

Arrived, Blimey, it’s gone 20:00hrs already.
Better get the nosh sorted.
Back in the morning to play catch-up!

Saturday Morning Late.
WHAT A RIP-ROARING COCK-UP!

I took photographicalisations of the meal, the night sky, a bleeding finger & my stubbed toe… Maybe others?
This morning I took three, the urine bag, the morning view, and the bloodied stubbed toe again. Then I belatedly realised the card was in the reader! Arrgh!
Back to last night…

Found this on the SD though...
I’m not certain why I took this one?

Judging by the shadow’s position, I took this mid-afternoon.

After tea-time?

I think I look this one earlier and missed it, but maybe not. The urine was clear, but by the morning, it was back to a sort of dark brown/red. Note some papules trying to reappear?

I put this into the computer, which is where I left it while I took a load of other lost photographs!

TTFNski

Inchie: Friday 26th May 2023: His Phacoemulsification Appointment Has Arrived! (Cataracts)

27th May 2023 / Inchie / 4 Comments

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I woke up coughing with the odd sneeze and bent down to remove the night pouch. Almost immediately and the most annoying kicked off. Then my spectacles fell off of my head. I dropped the picker-upperer retrieving them. Now, the hinges are even loser and more delicate than they were before! And the which the picker-upperer fell on, are sorer!
I lifted the bag to see how much had been passed in the night, and the colour to record on the log. Carer Sam later confirmed it was a level four.
I made up the waste bags. Then I washed the pots. Went to make a brew of tea, and had to shoot off (Well, hobbled) to the wet room in response to the innards rumbling and rear-passageway’s seemingly-urgent emissions of winds. I fumbled my way and got the PP’s down, tearing them in my haste.
Then just sat there waiting for something to move for ages. Couldn’t see to do the crosswording, or count the cracks on the ceiling. Worra life! Hehe!
Good heavens look at the time; it’s gone 19:00hrs. I’ll have to do the rest in quick mode, or I’ll not get owt to eat.

Carer Sam called, and we had a little natter.
Carer Jodie next. Good, short chinwag.
Then I got the call from QMC EENT.
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I tried to call EasyLink to book a lift there and back.
But no answer – weekend again, innit! Things needing help, always come at the weekend! I asked the evening Carer to make sure I’m reminded to call them again Monday morning.
Then I rang Meridian to inform them.
Got some blogging done.
, , and then the all kicked off within about an hour, ruining my joy at getting the cataract appointment!

Through the balcony window.
A second shot shows the fallen-off curtains. Humph!

Afternoon wee-wee. A good colour!

Nice few this afternoon.
Check on the worker-free house.

Finally, the first mug of Thompson Punjana tea.
Four cookies only are allowed. (Alright, I had five!)

Second visit to the .
It took me about 25 minutes.
In command again.

I think I may have put this on earlier in the week.
It’s the latest date from about mid-April when first reporting the fault. It keeps getting retimed for later.
Jenny emailed me asking if she can do anything , bless her cotton socks and lovely nature. ♥

PAREIDOLIAING DELIGHT!
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Bootiful!
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The top shot was taken to the left, bottom one to the right from the kitchenette window.
I stopped the blood from trapping my digit in the can opener.

Fodder time – back later on. TTFN
I’m back!

What a sky that developed. No pareidoliaising, though.
But so beautiful. I’ll ask Tim in New Mexico what these
are called; he’ll know. Clever chap & Ether-Mate.

The evening arrived as I was prepping the meal. Good timing. Gave my back a dose of painkiller cream.
No tablets needed, painkillers, I meant. With the back pain gel having Ibuprofen, in it, I expect it will help a little without extra tablets to cope with .
Usual night prescription meds dealt out.

What another feast. A mixed bag of a hotpot, stew, call it what you will. Two defrosted bread rolls, to funk in the liquid… which had in it: Fresh leeks, baked potatoes and a can of thick vegetable soup; with my secret ingredients. Although they won’t be now cause I’m telling you. Hehehe!
Borscht beetroot juice and some peas. A decent splash of BBQ sauce, veg oxo cubes, sea salt, and baked potato cubes.
Followed by…
Some delicious vegan ice cream!
Overall Taste Rating: 9.2/10!.
Grrreat!
The best bit, is I have enough left in the saucepan, to have the same tomorrow – with different sliced potatoes as a side!

Turned off the computer, and went to take more shots of the ever-changing sky view.
Nice!

Then I got down in the £300, second-hand bought, c1968, nauseously beige-coloured, not-working, rusty, rickety, crumb-holder of a tatty recliner, to watch some ‘Heartbeat’ on TV.

Last call from , who attached the night pouch to . No educational prescription tablets were needed, but I did take some Peptac.

In hopes of getting up early to have a good shave, shower and scrub-up, followed by a freshening up & medication of the outer and some inner areas; I prayed as I settled back into the £300, second-hand, decrepit, c1968, rickety recliner; For Sweet Morpheus to be kind to me… Of course, there was not a ghost of a chance! Not tonight, yet he let me fall asleep twice… no, three times at the hospital on Thursday?
No at all. Well, not to the usual standard. Yet despite this, and feeling so tired and worn out mentally, sleep, getting off to sleep, took me hours of absolute boredom and frustration. After a few hours, I noticed that the had barely any urine in it?

So, I rose up delicately from the recliner, caught my balance, grabbed , and went off to the kitchenette to get another bottle of soda water; hopefully to encourage urination.
The view from the window revealed a part moon, so, back to get the Kodak to try and get a decent shot of it…
– My dodgy leg caught on the long tube of the . Yes, I wand up on one knee… the one with the day pouch on it, but thankfully it did not burst – how with all my body mass landing, I don’t know; but was glad about that! Sore and embarrassed, annoyed, and peed off, yes!
Crawled on all-fours to the wet room, and used the not been working for two months WC tank and bowl, to get myself upright again on my feet. Gave the pouch a further check; all looked okay, and rubbed some Dettol in the knee lesions.

But I was determined to take some photos of the moon!
Limping a little more now, I returned to the kitchen.
Perturbedly, I now had as well as attending me. Followed as got ready to take the pictures, by an , courtesy of … it took a while for them to relent as well. So the photos did not come out very well
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Disappointed in my photographicalisationings. But I felt sure I’ll be able to get to sleep, at least?

But No…
As I was closing the window belatedly, I clouted my knee on the radiator…
It left a dent in the metal… as I hit it,
did at the same time!

But was I annoyed, in pain, bleeding, angry, fed-up?
A man of my calibre? Oh, No!

I wiped away the tears, and returned, hobblingly, to 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. I hope of sleep!

After failing to nod off for several more hours…
I gave up and got up.

My best-laid plans end up vacantly,
Errors and mind blanks grow with virility,.
Plans have no viability but are a liability.
Results end up finicky, frolicky,
Life holds no more bonhomie…
Never won the pools, Ernie or the lottery…
Good luck for me? No feasibility…

I guess I’m just unlucky?

Inchie: Saturday 20th May 2023

21st May 2023 / Inchie / 4 Comments

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My sweetheart Jillie called on me today. Everything went twinkly. I lost all control as we chatted away, dreaming of being twenty years younger without the catheter. I can dream!
This caused very little else to happen or sink in anyway. So a shortish blog for this Sunday. I shall try to make notes to refer to.
Goodness Gracious me, it’s Saturday, innit?

Here goes…

I woketh up and got the Catheter night bag off of .
There didn’t look like much urine in the night pouch.
But it was a great shade, to say so little had escaped, a 4 rating.

Until I lifted it, and it was a decent amount after all.
Could have been due to or . But my money was on to blame.

The first summoning to the soon arrived as I was taking a photo of the morning view.

Off to the wet room.

Water containers were all prepared for refilling the Water tank that has not refilled itself for two months, and I have to wait until July before anyone can get to me to mend it. Humph!
was in charge again. A dagnab messy job cleaning up afterwards! was in top gear with the pain issuing as I started to carry the buckets of water, ready for the next visit – which you may be surprised to learn was five minutes after exiting the wet room!

This time it was a little more resistant to come out, I half expected a torpedo… but when it did arrive; Splutter-splash all done in seconds.
The urine was flowing well. (Stilton Cheese legs? Haha!)
Got the buckets emptied into the non-working W.C. water tank.
Refilled them due to and her hatred of me lifting and carrying anything whatsoever. I took an extra Codeine and carried on with my noon-working W.C. water tank refilling.

Still can’t find the toothbrush.
The session went wellish. Only two tiny nicks while shaving.
And, no third time for the head bashing against the sink.

Had a struggle again getting the PPs on.
Then I noticed a slight discomfort under the arms.

But the legs and feet looked great!

For the next, I don’t know how long, is mostly . Jillie had called on me.
She helped settle my worries about the
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Scary, worrying about phone changes and what I have to do to get it done. And booking alit to the hospital for next week.
I dread the thought of struggling with this.
Also, if it’s going on the Virgin Internet system, it’s more scary. They can’t even get a signal to Nottingham without it going down almost daily now – what chance the telephone?
Mumble, moan, groan & hatred of Liberty-Global Virgin!

I’d left the stew on medium heat for four hours!
I disgorged some of the veg, a can of garden peas and some water, and stirred away at it, hoping for the best.
It looks terrible but tasted okay to me when I tried some.
Got the spuds in the oven.

These photos I must have taken from tea-timeish to 20:20hrs.
Not that I can really recall some of them…
Closed the computer.
I’ll try to catch up in the morning.

PAREIDOLIAING.
I do recall this one. And seeing a tadpole?

Last one of this session.

Back in the morning with the nosh photos.
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Asked the Carer if she’d put some cream under that arms for me, on the mystery red patches.
They bothered much less within an hour! Thanking her, or him for tending to me! I appreciated that. The affected area was fainter now in the centre underarm. Good!

I salvaged and doctored the borscht. Added some more peas,
and got it served up.
Flavour Rating: 8/10
A good tasty repast. Worth rescuing; glad that I did now.
Potatoes, roast potatoes, beetroot, peas (plenty of them!), carrots, red peppers, onions, and parsnips.
Seasoned with a splash of BBQ sauce and the Przyprawa.
Out of fresh veg now. Plenty of jars and cans in, though!

I got settled, well partially, into the second-hand, £300, charity shop bought, crumb-retaining, microorganism-microbe producing, gungy, moth-eaten, beige-coloured, non-working, bacillus encouraging, incommodious, testing, c1968 recliner.
Then noticed the change of colour from the sky coming in through the moth-eaten, thin, ripped curtains. I Got got the Kodak (Thanks to Tim in New Mexico donating it to me). And hobbled into the kitchenette to take some shots of the sunset…
I’d left the tap running in the sink from washing the pots up earlier. The hot water was cold, of course, now. . to blame! I belatedly turned off the tap (faucet) and perused my mission of photographicalisationing the sunset before it disappeared.

Back to the unwelcoming £300, second-hand, c1968, cringingly-beige-coloured, not-working, rickety recliner.

SWEET MORPHEUS – RESISTANT
THOUGHT STORMS ATTACK!
As for sleep… What’s that, I ask?
No rest for the brain tonight!
made sure of that!
The layup there tossing & turning, untangling the long night tube of that I’d wrapped around my ankles and legs repeatedly. Thadius went on and on and on, for hour after hour. I even had a few visits from ! Naturally was constantly with me… even when I did get to sleep, he was in the dream I had.

Cheerio, fy ffrind!

Inchie: Friday 19th May 23023

20th May 2023 / Inchie / 6 Comments

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05:00hrs: I passed the wind and took the night pouch off . It was a smidge dark again. Not the contraption, but the urine, I mean.

Seconds later, there was a call from the innards encouraging me to attend the was responded to. What? Yesterday it was ruling things. This morning, it seems a counter-attack from had been fully successful; Konrad had regained control.
Talk about watery! I sat, I shat, and seconds later, I was cleaning up the WC, the floor, and my right leg. Thought I’d do a bit of freshening up and mopped the floor in the area; there was plenty of Dettol in the bucket.
The usual trudge to get water from the kitchenette to refill the non-working W.C. flush tank. As per: set about giving me pain. Got it done and went to the kitchen to consider putting the kettle on – but no! About ten minutes after the first visit to the , I was rushing back to the wet room, with some urgency for visit number two! Regrettably, I didn’t make it in time!
The disgrace, ignominy, and humiliation!
This time, of course, the cleaning up took twice as long. Cause in my haste to get down on the seat in time, I pulled the tube on , and found that I’d started bleeding. So, even more pain and suffering, and I’d not yet faced the water-carrying duties! Which really cheered up ! On the last trip, her friend joined in with her. This was very testing.
The early Carer had not arrived yet, so I took a Codeine and Paracetamol to counter the now worse-than-ever discomfort. A few curse words were uttered, I’m afraid!
Washed and put on some new PPs.
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I spotted some spots coming on the left leg.
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Also, I kept feeling pulse-like or blood-rushing in veins at the top of my head. I had this on and off all day? Same spot every time. It annoyed me for some reason. It got more frequent too?

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I went back into the wet room to make sure I hadn’t left anything dangerous on. The bucket and bowl of water sat there on the floor like they were for ‘Fire-Watch’ duties – Hahaha!
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Checked the water tank I’d filled for the second time.
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Still no Carer, so I set about cleaning the microwave and cooked casing. Despite Brenda and Anne’s persistence, I got into it!
Microwave in and outside, and cabinets done!.

The stove took me over an hour and a half to get cleaned up.

However, I had a bit of luck, if you can call it that. I found a hob crock pot in the storage underneath the cooker, Which, bearing in mind that I’d burnt two saucepans last week, it was washed and dried and looks okay to use.
I bet the metal handles will get hot?
Still, a .

I got onto the computer at long last, as Carer Sam arrived.
She was doing the second call and realised the first one had not made it to me. Hope they are not poorly or had an accident.
I advised her of my taking a Codeine earlier cause of the pain from . So she didn’t issue me one.
I mentioned the Virgin situation and asked her to see if Deana can help me with it, or knows someone who can. I nearly forgot to ask her to put some Phorpain Gel on my back. I only just remembered in time; she was just leaving after checking the taps and stove for me and picking up the waste bag.

Cloudy today, up to now.
I did some pareidoliaing with this one.
Can you spot anything?
Of course, I get help finding things from , and . Haha!

I went back onto the computer, working away, making mistakes, cursing myself and spotted blood coming from the left thumbnail. I was confused a first, but remembered cutting the fingernails yesterday. That’ll be why.

Seconds late, found a newish mark on the right knuckle?
I assume this was done while cleaning in the narrow space twixt the floor cupboards and the cooker.

I’d better get some vegetables ready to add to the veg casserole or whatever it’s called I intend to eat for my tea.

Back in a bit… I hope!

Late Friday AM: Catch-Up
Dark but Bootiful clouds.

Meal prepped and served up…
It filled the big dish.
The leftover borscht was added to a ready-made vegetable Stock-Pot…, no Hot Pot meal. Extra seasoning; Winiary Przyprawa and liquid salt, with a splash of BBQ sauce.
Put some frozen potato chunks, sprayed them with olive oil in the oven, and cooked them well.
Flavour-Rating: 7.2/10.

Took this shot as I was washing up the pots etc.

Got into the £300, second-hand bought, c1968, nauseously beige-coloured, not-working, rusty, rickety, crumb-holder of a tatty recliner, and put the TV on to watch ‘Heartbeat’.
The blueness of the outside came through the thin, torn, tatty curtains. I got the camera and investigate…
An unnatural shade tonight.
Bootiful all the same!

Zzz!
Eventually!
Thought Storms Again!

Inchie: Thursday 18th May 2023

19th May 2023 / Inchie / 6 Comments

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To be perfectly fair to plainly and obviously agraphia-suffering Poetaster Inchie’s barely readable, distinctly… nay, regularly failed efforts, they are hogwash. Often depraved, pathetic and or bafflingly banal. He can’t blame Dementia Doreen his earlier stuff was crap, too! I think he claims it is his ageing-humour – perhaps!
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At this time, 17:00hrs today, I am just starting this writing.
I’ll just mention that the up to now, have been much better. After Wednesday’s performance with them, I was genuinely worried. And now cheerfuller! Please don’t miss the piece on “How I had a ‘Pee’ in my Dressing Gown Pocket”
I Fank You!

I stirred at 04:40hrs (thinking it must be time for the 08:00 Carer to call anytime now) and got the night punch removed from . I often struggle to do this. But it went well this Thursday morning… Always a worry, that is; something going right for me. It’s so unnatural, aberrant and nervous-making! As I hauled my overweight-bellied body from the £300, second-hand shop bought nine years ago, c1966, discomfiting, alarmingly beige-coloured, crumb-containing, TV remote hiding, not working recliner, the need for the arose. Realising how early it was, I decided to get the wash and shavings done after the ‘passing’.

The visit to the wetroom held more interest than usual:
was in full control. I sat sitting there trying to see to read the crossword clues (Wrong glasses on).
It seemed ages before the led-based torpedo was freed.. with more of a thud than a splash. No mess to clean up this time, at least! I whipped off the dressing gown and protection pants. Then wearing only , I went to get my teeth cleaned. But the new toothbrush had done what the old one did and disappeared! I was not too bothered because was playing up. So, I started to get shaved… This was interesting: The task went speedily or seemed to. Ten minutes and six cuts later, I’d got the job done.
This time it was the shaving foam I dropped as I was putting it away. How does everything I seem to drop bounce around and end up behind the WC bowl, hard to see and get at, to retrieve?
As I got the small picker-upperer and bent to get the can,,,
I point in the photo above to the area of the sink that I clouted my forehead against!.
I started sink-washing. Head down. When I got to the delicate area, I took extra care not to catch the tube inserted into Little Inchie… but I did. Hence, the started.
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Was dried off with paper towelling.
The feet, yet again, looked okay, not as swollen.
Then olive-oiled the ears. Germoloided the rear-end
Savloned the area under the hanging stomach.
Tried to Phorpain Gel . But Biot was not worth the pain of trying to get to her, so left it; I’ll ask a Carer.

As I came out and got the fresh dressing gown on, the . The Asda order had arrived.
Dragged the bags and boxes into the kitchenette.
Immediately complained!
At least they had some cheapo cheesy curls and
Caramelised Cookies are in stock this week.
Already in pain, I then had to tackle the water fetching!

I went to the front room and got the buckets that I’d left in there,
Why I did, I don’t know?

Noticed some dabbled spots on the leg?
Arrived. Did the medications, and he applied some Phorpain on for me
Later in the day, , then did the same for me. Been a smidge easier since.
Took photos from the kitchen window.
Then the sky…
A bit glum; it was all day.