Pareidoliaing

INCHY: Monday 25th September 2023

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Well, well, well, another farcical rising from the aged, grotty-looking c1966-made, charity-shop-bought, horribly beige-coloured, ÂŁ300, Harold’s Haemorrhoid-testing, non-operational, acne-giving, virus-breeding, rickety, easy-to-fall-out-of recliner, with its new air-cushion. Supplied by my treasured Sarah, of the Rehabilitation Falls Team.
My right ankle was pouring water out all over the cover, my legs, the chair the legs were upon, and some reached the carpet! , Tsk!
Luckily I had a dry pad nearby, left from putting on last night’s plaster. I used that to stem the flow. Before cleaning up, the night pouch had to be removed. So I did!
In the few seconds, it took me to release the bag… The new plaster fell off! Off to the wet room to sort the pouch out, and used some toilet paper on the papule, held on with some medical tape.
Back to clean up the room. I had a wash and started to clean up Little Inchie. Oh, dear! The blood had dried, and getting the PPs off was a painful job!
The word Arrgh! That seems the optimum comment to use!
More cleaning up, me this time. The legs, Oh, and the wet room floor, too. All medicated where possible and cleaned up, I returned to the wet room to have a shave.

It didn’t go too well! Then the teeth started bleeding while cleaning them. The Brut aftershave was utilised. And did a good,, if stinging job!
Putting the creams away, I knocked some items off of the floor cabinet…
Some fell behind the WC, so I got the plastic picker-upperer I keep in there to retrieve the tubes. I got entangled in the bleach and cleaner bottles, and I decided to yank the picker-upperer free in my temper… Not a good idea on reflection; I no longer have a plastic picker-upperer… well, I have actually, but it’s in about six pieces, three of them broken! 
♬ Morning has broken, like the ♬ So is Inchy’s spirit, now!

Carer Richard arrived.
He got the medications done, eye drops and put the next to last pad on the geyser for me; bless him. He also told me that he had checked the tablets & we don’t need to order any this week.

The pad he put on to replace the Heath Robinson affair I’d got on, stayed on, and is still there now, 15hrs later! Well done to Richard the Lionheart!

I got on the computer to update yesterday’s blog. But…
Liberty-Global oligarchs had failed again with their pathetic internet service. Although no doubt experts in Smoke & mirrors: someone who draw attention away from often embarrassing or unpleasant figures or issues, and figure manipulators, they are not very good at supplying a service. But nae bother this time it came back on shortly, and up to now, has stayed online for 17hrs!
I spent four hours grafting away. Making cock-ups, mistakes and errors.
Carer Marie called. We were both a little down and seemed to cheer each other up a smidge, bless her. She suggested I try eBay to get Olive Oil and some slippers, so I thanked her.
Spent a while longer and got the Sunday blog sent off at last.

I investigated the eBay option for Samaritan Olive oil, and I found a pair of slippers that looked comfy.

I later got an email for each one of the items, on the right here.

Back on the blogging to make a start on this one.

I went for the third time to the Porcelain Throne and was tickled pink when the evacuated product flowed solidly for the first time in days. Not back to normal yet, but close. Then again, what is normal?
My releases seem to change to opposites each day sometimes.
Leaving the wet room, a burst forth. Not enough to have me over, but an excellently aimed wobble and my right shoulder clashed with the door frame. No need to tell you, but I will, kicked off. Well fancy that!

Carer Israel arrived, with a letter that had been delivered. There was a date-clash, between Audio Clinic and the delivery of the slippers and or Samaritan Olive Oil! Cobblers!
The plaster thingy, he said could stay on until the morning. So, it did! All I did was bend down while sitting in the chair, to have a feel if the padding felt wet; it didn’t to me, but started off, and stayed with me for the rest of the night. I suppose I ought to be glad that left me in relative peace. Hehehe! Blimey, the day bag, was all but at bursting point! I cleared it just in time to avoid a flood of urine all over me, the flat, and maybe the Carer!
When he left, I got the fodder prepared, and tasty it was too. I took a photo of the fine feast… but found (on Tuesday), that I had not put the SD card into Humph!
The view from the kitchenette window when washing the pots & dishes, I decided I needed photographicalisationing. I made sure the SD card was in first, this time. It was a one for me. Straight away I envisioned the higher cloud left, being a shark or swordfish, with its long bill upper and in front, open mouth below, and even an eye in this view?

Nightie-Night!

Inchy: Mon 18 Sept 2023 Struggling to painfully wee!

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The many much-anticipated medicalists did not arrive!
And just as well too! Just the District Nurse, Rebecca.
She soon whipped out catheter paraphernalia. Gave me the instructions and what would happen… it didn’t as it happens.
She was to return later, in the afternoon, she said, with the scanner to see if the bladder was emptying or not. Asked me to record each wee-wee, how much liquid I took in, and measure the urine released. As an afterthought, she said it might be tomorrow when they come. I assume it will be, as it is now 18:25hrs at this moment.
I expect they will want me to keep on overnight recording and measuring each & every leak I take?
This is the log up until now, its just been updated. Hope I wake up when a trickle starts to painfully come?
Tomorrow looks like it is going to be even busier. Today would have been easier, but having to keep peeing, measuring and recording, especially with my wee-weeing in a little painful, and everyone, squirts. About 6 times an hour on average. Been a long day, and will be a long night. Wonder if the nurse will arrive early tomorrow? Hope so. I’ve not got much else done, today; my plans were destroyed.

Nocturnal Pouch.

Close to the window shot of the rain.
Upper window shot.

Ablutions & Throne visited.
Washed the cap.
Feet okay.
Spuds to nibble from last night.
Rain back middayish.
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Nurse Rebecca arrived.

The rain returned.
Stayed for a few hours…
Nice views even if I did get wet taking them.
Almost constant wee-weeing, well, painful dribbles.Pareidoliaing view.
See him now? Hehe!
Mystery Photo of the day?
Mud Side that slid.

19:00hrs. Tired and peeing so often, but so little.

Packing up now; make some roast spuds and keep the notepad & pen, along with the measuring jug to record any Little Inchie leaks.

A simple nosh. After taking this photo, I remembered to get some of Jenny’s yellow & red tomatoes added.
Very nice.

Painfully peeing, a little at a time!

Cheers!

INCHY: Saturday 12th August 2023 – With Anti Parole Board Ode

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TODAY’S PREDOMINANT PESTERISATIONINGS
This Saturday has been dominated by losses of balance, the left leg giving way – for the few seconds it lasts, it’s as if the leg isn’t there. The
routines have been numerous. They were pretty lengthy ones as well, nearly had me other twice! To blame, of course. Even more troubling, I’ve been struggling to get words out correctly. The Carers noticed this first. After that, I became aware of it. The brain has been playing tricks… but nothing new, just more persistently.
Memory has been terrible; I was talking to Carer Benjamin, forgetting what I was saying, and throwing in some double-di-gook words. I’m unsure if he thought I was messing about, but he laughed out loud & long. I grabbed the Kodak and took this shot. Hehehe!

My putting the Bleptha Eye Gel in both eyes, was again a struggle for me to get right. At least the Dry Eye Spray one is easy enough to do. Concentration has escaped me again. I’ve lost count of the times I’ve opened a drawer, gone into the kitchen, opened a cupboard… and forgot why I was doing it in the first place.
Other possible handicaps… The urine is not flowing as well as usual. And, I’ve not visited the all day (18:55hrs)
On the bright side, though… erm… there must be a bright side… I’ll make one up, shall I? Oh, no… there was one! England Ladies Won their Match against the Mafia-Drug-Growers, Columbia! Only just mind.
I’m afraid Stuttering Stephanie has spread to my handwriting on the prompt notepad. The worst writing ever, almost illegible!
Ah, well, the photos may prompt me.
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Better colour today.

Poddled onto the balcony
Decent looking morning.

Went automatically to the

Started on yesterday’s blog finalisationing.

Carer arrived. Meds and a mini-natter were completed. I was, stuttering and struggling to get words out, and my balance was terrible getting about. Had a few close calls but no falls.

Back to blogging.
Made a brew of Thompson Punjana.

The third-bash at blogging, and I was already on…

I watched the Ladies World Cup match, Australia v France.
Australia won – GRRREAT!
So was France losing! Hehehe!

Back to blogging again. Concentration shot to pieces with the joy of France losing, I reckon!

Ah, the urine is now flowingeth! Into the wet room to empty out the . Still a good colour!

I went into the kitchen to wash to tea mug. Had it started raining!
Took this shot through the glass.
And this one…
Opened the window for this one.

Into the balcony for this one.
By the time I took this one of the end car park,
the rain had stopped altogether.

Got the Saturday blog finished and settled to watch the England 2 v Columbia 1 result match. Another close one, with Columbia scoring first.Very satisfying result

The third Carer of the day called Joanne. Had a laugh and joke. She also noted I was saying either the wrong words or talking rubbish. Worryingly!

Started this blog for an hour or two. Then got a meal cooking.

THE CHANGING SKIES

Kitchen Window Shots
A little later
Getting darker
The Sun is not done…
The Sun is not done…
The Sun is not done… Brilliant!
The notable difference within two minutes
Beautiful scene
Sunset completed; gone now!

Got the nosh served up.
Taste Rating: 8/10

Washed the pots and .

Carer Benjamin called. No meds, but he reminded me to put the & on both eyes. Added the without any bother to day pouch for me.
I remembered to ask him to take the laundry bag. He didn’t; with him being a new lad, I don’t think he knew where to take it. I’ll ask the morning carer if it is Benjamin; I hope to be awake enough to explain to him.
He’s a spirited young man. I like him.

After Benjamin had left, sleep was suddenly not an option.
Rampaging were to blame!

TTFN

INCHY: Thursday 3rd August 2023

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So much time lost with computer & CorelDraw problems; this will have to be a quickie, in an effort to get caught up!
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Up and at them… well…

Night Pouch.

Oh, dear… not so good.

Morning view.

Asda (Walmart) Delivery.
Drinkies for The bladder.
Food!
More food!
Medical, Laundry & Washing.
I then went to add stuff to the Nurse’s & Carer’s treat drinks…
I knocked some cans while adding them to the display…
One can fell on my Onychovryptosis toe – Dismay!
Cans fell every this and that way!
So I rebuilt the cans & bottles on display!

Clouds for a pareidolia.

Pod pea shelling in the afternoon.
I had a few peas on the floor!

Later clouds for a pareidolia.

Super-Nosh!
Beetroots, knuckles, fresh pod peas, chips
and some delightful tomatoes.
Taste Rating: 9.2/10!

The ankle looked easier and less inflamed.

Late Sunset.

TTFN

INCHIE: Saturday 29th July 2023 – Sleep Deprivation

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The eyes are worse than ever today! Photographicalising brought about many being too bad to use. Yet they looked alright to me on the Kodak screen when I checked them?
The first effort after waking proves the point.
No idea what it was of, or even if I meant to take it?
I took it whilst forcing myself awake in the aged, grotty-looking c1966 made, charity-shop-bought, horribly beige-coloured, ÂŁ300, Harold’s Haemorrhoid-testing, non-operational, acne-giving, virus-breeding, rickety, easy-to-fall-out-of recliner.
Not a good colour this morning.

Again, I’m not sure of the reason for taking this one.

Ah, I remember this one. Yesterday Carer Chris brought the laundry back up for me, but it was almost wet still. He kindly took it down again and brought it back today – all good! I arranged it over the falling-to-pieces computer chair, and this helped to ease the sitting pains donated by poor old . Getting low on the Germoloid cream now. It was earlier in the year selling for ÂŁ5.99, yesterday it was on sale at ÂŁ6.99… and at a Special price!


The newly rebatteried wristwatch was still going strong.

Afternoon clouds…
A Pareidolia’s Delight. Ghost creatures, animals’ claws and heads, a flying bat?
Not sure if the one above is, with the eyes being so bad, but it looked to me like a creature being born?
Bootiful!
A ghost attack?
So many things in this one!

At long last, I got a nosh made.
A giant potato cooked in the oven. sliced open, and
A dollop of the non-butter butter melted into the flesh.
With some liquid sea salt.
Flavour Rating: 9/10!

Evening Sunset
A close-up.

Here are the used before old Odes, which I thought you might like to see again. Of course, some will not fall into that category. Hehe!

TTFN

INCHIE: Thursday 27th July 2023 –

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What a horribly uncomfortable night that was!
Thought storms on and off. A nightmare, that was a smidge overbearing and seemed to last for a while; Confused thoughts, memory prompting, but could I ascertain the exactness… No!
Thanks to…
Going down so often. My lack of concentration. And my newly acquired habit of falling asleep for no reason, this blog was not started until Friday mid-morning. So I’ve cut it short so that I might make start working on today’s (Fridays) a little earlier. Then pray that –, my lack of concentration and Falling-Asleep-Fred, will not ruin getting anything done blog-wise again. Got to get this done ASAP, as the nurse is due to call today… that despite delaying blogging, brought a wicked smile to my face. Hahaha! As if!

I stirred back into Horrors, Fears, Whoopsiedangleplops, Accifauxpas & Worries of Life at 05:10hrs.

Not so good

Not sure about the ankles; they could be getting infected again?

Went to sort the waste bags out, starting in the kitchenette. Well, fancy that, it’s raining again!

Took the waste bags to the front door.
And found the Cancer Check Test Kit on the floor.
So, I opened it and ensured I was as inculcated as far as possible, with equipment and how to take the test.
Then off to the wet room and made a right mess of it first try. I shan’t go into gruesome detail this time. The second effort worked, and the cleaning up took ages!

Carer Richard arrived.
He did the first eye drops, Alarm test, and pouch check.
Medications, second eye drops, and we managed a little chin-wag. Something I do appreciate about Richard. Nice lad. I asked if he could take the package from the Cancer check, and post it for me, to save me from having to go through the painful job of getting the shoes and trousers on. Which he did! Taking the rubbish bags to the chute on the way out. Thank you!

Made brew of Glengettie number one. That’s my lot until evening or night when I will have the second of the two mugs allowed. However, I am allowed as many mugs of the decaffeinated rubbish tea… Urrgh!

Got the computer on…
Within two hours, (10:00hrs) it was…

The rain was still persisting…
The mudslide had increased in size & depth.
The sky went a bluey-dark?

At approximately 12:00hrs, Carer Kara called, with a new girl in training. Eye drops, medications. She soon sorted the new pouch, making it more comfortable and the attached tube was less pulling and tugging on poor little unused Inchie. ♥

13:30hrs… failures were…

This is an old graphic wot-I-dun; his earnings are now over $26 million, plus, a guaranteed bonus in the form of shares!

While Mr Fries caring for customers
was actually working, I thought I’d make an order for next week with Sainsbury’s, to take advantage of their Nectar offers.
But No! The computer said they were too busy; try again later!
So, pissed off, I tried Morrisons; they were the same. too busy; try again later! I tried Sainsbury’s again, but no-go! Tried Morrisons again, and got through. But… when I started to make an order, I realised how much dearer they were than other outlets, so cancelled my order. That left Iceland, so I made one for them for next Thursday. Naturally…

At least it was for only a short period this time.
I double-checked that I had the right date this time. Then again, I thought I had this week but hadn’t, so I checked it once more time. No more double-deliveries of food for Inchy!
That’s the plan anyway!

The rain abated.
Got down to a shower status

Mid-afternoon skies…
Pareidoliable? Yes!
Beautiful!
Signs of more rain to come?
Then, I found this photograph below…
I assume it was a close-up of the sky.
At least I hope it was. Hehehe!

Carer Chris did the last two checks. He seemed distracted. He went onto the balcony to take a sky photo after it had brightened up amazingly, and I took this snap of him doing a pose…
Just look how the sky is so bright, after a gap of about two hours for the photos above this one. Mother Nature again!

Food Time!
Battered balls and mushrooms, and a banana. I enjoyed this. But later found several empty cheese curl packets in the bin.
Guilty-Mode-Adopted!

I went to wash the pots… and what looked to all intents and purposes like a rainbow was coming through the window onto the kitchenette floor..
I manoeuvred my feet so it shone on the toes.
A surreal photo indeed!

After falling asleep again trying to watch my beloved Heartbeat on the goggle-box, I drifted off to sleep at the first set of commercials – missing the programme again. Could I heck as get back to sleep when I wanted to? No! So I got out of the second-hand, ÂŁ300, c1968, overwhelmingly sickening beige coloured, tatty, uncomfortable, wobbly, germ-producing, falling to pieces, food residue collecting recliner, and took two rather decent for me, snaps of the evening sky.

This one of high up…The bottom one is lower down.
Wonderful!

I returned to the second-hand, ÂŁ300, charity shop bought, crumb-retaining, microorganism-microbe producing, gungy, moth-eaten, beige-coloured, non-working, bacillus encouraging, incommodious, Haemorrhoid Harold testing, c1968 recliner.
With hopes of getting some sleep in… Ha-ha! No Chance!
The kicked off. Ensuring no sleep for the old codger after that. Talk about persistent, I can’t recall the giving me a chance to nod off.

At about 05:00hrs, I gave up… no sooner had I looked at the clock, wondering if I should try to sleep again or not, and a vicious attack from put an end to that idea! Banged my elbow on the chair arm!

Oh, a quick update here…

TTFN

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… ÂŁ79!
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: Tuesday 18th July 2023 – Feeling Senticous

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I realise this may be hard to swallow, but I made yet another worrying set of this morning.
I was sat here at the computer desk… well the 1963-bought, falling to pieces, Hopewell’s E-Plan Sideboard, with the doors falling off, having one of my regular panicky modes. And Carer Kara arrived, which always has a calming effect on me. She asked if both of the Thursday appointments had been moved to Wednesday, or just one of them? Panic-Mode Status up to Defcon three! I’d not thought about that! I think she got the idea I was getting worked up when I started to sob and whimper?
Would the Hospital expect me to go two days running? The thought of having to catch a bus and tram there and back put fear in my heart. Mind you there was a fair bit lingering in there, over the thought of having to get trousers, socks and shoes on after the 2-hour ablutioning session each time, already)
Kara got the details and said she’d try to sort me a lift with Easy-Link and find out about the appointments for me.
When the second Carer, Sam arrived at midday. All had been sorted out, much to my amazement, Easy-Link could fit me in! Also, both appointments will be on! Yes!
A quicker-than-usual blog though, I have to find the time for the full ablutionalisationing session somehow.
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An excellent shade of urine!

Not much rain last night, and no dog to watch bathing in it!

After tending to the needs of the , which was very messy and phooey…
I went to make a brew of Glengettie.
Tea GlengettieAnd took a photo of the tree copse area.
Bootiful!

Got the computer on…
After three minutes! ARRGH!

As it returned, Carer Kara, my Angel of Mercy arrived.
See the Prodrome above for further details.
drops in, medications supplied, then after five minutes, the drops inserted. I remembered this time to stick my finger in the eye for three minutes.
Well, Kara reminded me too!

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This lasted for about five minutes…

This lasted for about one minute…
Then surprisingly, it stayed on for two hours! So I got as much done as I could in that time.

Then Carer Sam arrived for the noon visit.
The great news is that the appointment is for one day only, and the lift had been arranged with Easy-Link. Brilliant!
Sister Jane phoned as Sam was about to leave and answered it for me. Jane said she’d ring back later
Well fancy that!
So, I called Sister Jane back. She rang on the mobile that I rang her on, I can’t remember her number on the landline.
We had a good natter. Turns out she’s just had her cataract done again. But the poor thing’s experience was the opposite of mine. She was in pain afterwards, and she still is. Poor Jane!
We still managed a laugh or two though; that’s us!

I got on with blogging, again-this believe it or not, was the last failure up to now… a period of four hours! From the
Doing well, aren’t they!

Earlier shot from the computer chair, that I’d missed.

The oddest ever trip to the Throne this was… well, maybe not!
I really thought that was losing his grip on the evacuations. For things didn’t seem to want to start moving, naturally, I thought this could mean a cement torpedo or two… but no! After a good ten or twelve minutes on the crossword puzzle... WHOOSH!
Splatter squelch, and all over in less than 30 seconds.
What a mess to clean up!

Into the kitchenette…
Got the potatoes on the boil…
And took this picture.

Then the above snap of the legs, feet and toes.
They did not look like they were mine!
So much improved inflammation in the lower leg, no leaks from the , either! However: and were making up for that. Both get frisky as the day goes on.

Better get the nosh sorted out before the evening Carer arrives.
See you in a bit…

Tuesday Morning Catch-Up
The evening meal
Cheese & onion pasties, potatoes, peas and beetroot.
Cheesecake for afters.
Flavour Rating: 7.2/10.

Went to get the evening’s ablutions done – No Hot Water!

Carer arrived. I mentioned the lack of hot water and asked him to get someone to call the NCH maintenance for me. In and out quickly tonight; the lad was looking tired. Eye drops & medications sorted.

I got up to wash the pots.
Wonderful view!
Close-up of the wonderful view.

Zzz!

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: Monday 3rd July 2023

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After doing the tests, I put them in the Excel graph thingummy; Then, I got this unnecessary brainwave to alter the layout to include the day.
I really should have known I was going to make a right mess of it! It’s so long since I did any serious work on Excel; remembering how to do this and that, was like starting afresh again! It took me over two hours to get the thing done, and then I still need to titivate it some more to get it how I wanted it.
Note to self: If it works, leave it alone!

Inchie Wakes up.
Singing out loud, 🎼”Oh, What a Beautiful Morning…”🎼. Then leaping up to do a few hundred toe-touches and press-ups. He spent a minute or two shadowboxing, and then he drank a glass of carrot juice & balsamic vinegar. He rang the Prime Minister on his red phone, offering some suggestions and advice. Wrote a 44-verse concerto for the violin, and took his Energy Pills… 
Back to reality…

05:20hrs: As I woke, reluctantly, the pleasure of no pains coming from, , , or .
: Of course, within seconds, it changed. My foot slipped off of the chair it was lying on, and the following clunk on the floor started the wound bleeding and gave me a spot of pain. Naturally, I just laughed it off…

By the time I’d struggled up to catch my balance and had grabbed my , I’d knocked the bottles off of the ottoman, and  .
The day continued in a similar fashion, I fear.

The cruel & deliberately intentionally incompetent owned  & destroyed for ulterior reasons, which are all in the name of number-crunching by designs in increasing their ranking in the World List at the top of the ; Continued in their regular, sod-the-customers fashion and went down many times during the day again.
Master-Frustrationalists are .

: I managed to take the photo of the night bag upside down. Of course, it could happen to anyone. Like forgetting to put the SD card back in the camera, and getting ready to take a shot and finding out then! I think this may be why all my photographs disappeared into the ether?
The leg wound on the ulcer was still stinging, but that was because the leg had dropped off of the chair. It could happen to anyone, though!
Mmm! I took a look at the left leg’s multitude of sort of .
They were losing some water, but at least it was not gunging this time. Just water looking fluid.
On one of Liberty-Global, Virgin Media blackouts that lasted longer than usual – never thought I’d have to say that…
. I sorted some bins out, and doing the carers desk one (above) affected the right hand & arm. Resulting in a mess that needed cleaning up in the picture.
During this, I gave myself another pained. And, this time. just to make it even more harrowing; right on the

Early morning view from the kitchenette window. As you look at this snap of hidden-drug-growing attics in the houses, the sun breaks through from the rear left.
In the afternoon, as a few drops of rain fell, and the clouds took command of the view – darkness came over Sherwood. Minutes late the sunshine was back and the clouds all cleared! I did take a snap of this… but as part of the mysteries of Woodthorpe Court, with the hobgoblins, spectres, gnomai, phantasms, grotesque succubae, Whoopsiedangleplops, ailments, extraterrestrials, ectoplasms, 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?
Just thought I’d mention it!.
Between the failures of $26 million salaried Mr Fries’s inability to run an internet service that works, he still buys up all, or invests in so many other internet companies, Worldwide?
Proving to me, that obviously, they’re intent on becoming the leading financial leaders, the richest, the superior oligarchy company ever.
With ulterior motives naturally; confused me at first why they are destroying previously reliable companies after buying them up for billions of dollars?
Their answers to your problems are usually to try to sell you another package, but never explain how to get your old one working with a modicum of success, let alone properly.
For some poor sod like me, all I get is email addresses and telephone numbers to call to get advice on your problems. They have been informers of my ailment preventing my carrying out these puzzling confusing loads of tosh; & .
Again, while I have the time; while waiting for the internet to come back on, I just thought I’d mention it!

Pareidolian’s Delights!

I can find a chicken’s head, a snake’s head, and a frog or toad in these amazing afternoon shots – well the one above!
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Two more heads in this one, or are they airliner cabins?
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Amazing formations!
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A wider shot: It seems to change the more I look at this one. Mind you with the combination of Gladys Glaucoma, Saccades, Protanopia Paul and the aborted Cataract Katie operation, I may be seeing things that no one else can… or can’t see things that everyone else can?

It’s getting late now. The ailments witching hour has started. The leg ulcer is getting tender again and inflamed a smidge. The right foot is swelling up. And my poor little Inchies is bleeding a bit. The weariness is coming on, too.
So, I went off the computer and made myself a meal.

Opened a can of five-bean soup with some added tomatoes, I added just a little borscht and vinegar. Roast potato cubes.. a lot of them. And three ready-sliced wholemeal cobs to go with it. No dessert this time, I forgot!
Bootiful! It tasted grand. A taste rating of 7.9/10 was given.
I fell asleep in the recliner as I was trying to watch a Heartbeat episode. Nothing new there then!

As for what took place afterwards… Your guess is as good as mine! Hehehe!

I had a dream, well, a nightmare. Just thought I’d mention it!

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