Pareidoliaing – Page 8

Inchie: Friday 21st April 2023

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Mind you, it only lasted for two minutes. Things started and ended up in their usual rather chaotic, cumbersome, clueless, cruelly-mistake and error-filled lack of knowing what I was doing: What was it? And most of
whatever it was that I was doing was either not finished or forgotten about. Morning and then in the evening, the sparse few details of my
intentions, plans & designs merged with an unreality, but that seemed okay with me at the time. I quite liked that!

According to the sparsity of scribbled notes on the pad, I got up at 06:00hrs.
Removed the night pouch and took it to be emptied and sanitised. En route, and I can really remember this; partly due to its the first time I’d done it for many days and secondly for the agony that followed it. I had a , and cringed, whinged and moaned a little to myself.
I did notice that my blood was keeping away from my feet and toes?. Took this snap to show you.
The wee-wee in the night bag was a very good colour, although there was not an awful lot of it?
Not peeing, toe-stubbing, and now a blood-clot-threatening lack of movement from the cardiovascular system had gone on strike. Haha!
The betterer day was short-lived!

A sudden, urgent and unstoppable evacuation began of its own accord – no warning this time. I barely made it in time, had I not been in the kitchen, I would a phoo’d myself; that’s how close it was. Huh! was back in charge of the evacuations. More time was lost cleaning and freshening up and fetching water from the kitchen to refill the non-working WC water tank. Had a quick wash, and I got the kitchenette floor mopped. I did take a snap of it, but for some reason, it was not on the SD card?

Got the computer on, and the first Carer called. A little natter after she’d serviced me. Back to the blogging for yesterday that had not been done yet. It’s gonna be a long day again!

They just can’t get it right. Can they at Liberty-Global?
His bosses at the oligarch’s money-manipulating business bought out Virgin Media and have got involved financially with ‘3’, Vodafone and EE, as well. As they lyingly say on their web page:

We’re building Tomorrow’s Connections Today, bringing people together through the power of our technology. Liberty Global is a world leader in converged broadband, video and mobile communications and an active investor in cutting-edge infrastructure, content and technology ventures. With our investments in fibre-based and 5G networks, we play a vital role in society, currently providing over 86 million fixed and mobile connections and rolling out the next generation of products and services while readying our networks for 10 Gbps and beyond. We’re creating national champions, combining the best broadband and mobile networks under brands such as Virgin Media-02 in the UK, Vodafone-Ziggo in The Netherlands, Telenet in Belgium, Sunrise in Switzerland, Belgium, Virgin Media in Ireland and UPC in Slovakia. Liberty Global Ventures, our global investment arm, has a portfolio of more than 75 companies and funds across content, technology and infrastructure, including strategic stakes in ITV, Univision, Plume, Lionsgate and the Formula E racing series.

Our scale enables us to transfer knowledge and expertise (other than how to get an Internet service to Nottingham that isn’t going down all the time) across our operations and investments, creating a dynamic family of brands united in the pursuit of innovation and excellence. (Giggle!) And we’re prioritising diversity, equity and inclusion in our workplace and communities while reducing our impact on the environment. We are using technology as a force for good; for our people, our partners and the planet.

Hahaha! A World Leader? Armholes!

They can’t even get an unbroken, working signal to Nottingham. And they have a mast up the hill from the flats. Of course, it may be an old one from when Virgin was reliable, trustworthy and economical to use?

Second Carer called. Medicated and had a chin-wag for a couple of minutes; she checked the taps and stove for me, took the rubbish bag,

I got a call from the Haematology nurse, Kristina. She is going to call on me Monday, twixt 9-10am. Lovely to hear from her. First time in about nine weeks now. ♥

Turned everything off to give the computer a rest and went to get the done. With EQ warning me to take care! So I will, I must; he’s never wrong, you know, about upcoming mishaps, Accifauxpas, whatever, back in 2 hours or so. (Sorry, I mean in the morning.)

Good morning – updating now…

Got the nosh sorted.
A better taste this time. (It’s about time too!) Not been very successful with
vegetable soup (canned); I made extra gravy and cooked some mushrooms with a splash of liquid smoke. Taste-Rating: 802/10.
Just got settled to eat it and the TV on, and the evening carer arrived. was patient and sorted the medications out. I told him that the INR DVT Warfarin nurse had called and is coming to take a blood sample on Monday. He seemed pleased for me, knowing as he did that no one had been for eight-weeks now. He shot off so that I could eat the meal, bless him.
When I went to wash the empty dish and things, I found I’d left the hot water tap running, and the hob on the cooker too! A bout of self-cursing and disgust followed!

Delved into 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, got the TV back on; and promptly fell into a deep comforting sleep.Waking bouncingly,. as the door chime woke me, and the late Carer Joanne called. She added the night bag to after giving me a painkiller. We had a little nonsense natter, and off she went on her rounds.

That was it for sleeping; tired as I felt, the kicked-off! After a while, I gave up, got up and was glad I did, for the night view was grand and photographable in the extreme.

Pareidoliaing perfection…Superb!
Warm colours.
Grand!

I got back into the flea-bitten recliner, and no sooner had I settled than the fan-dangled visited. They seemed to be having a discussion and not including me this time? The oddest thing, feeling, sensation that I’ve had in a long time.

This went on for ages, and then suddenly, it snapped back into the usual assault of guilt, stupidity and shame directed straight at me. (Which is the usual thing, so, somehow, it comforted me?)
But was still resistant.

I recall using the wind-up torch to make sure that the wee was getting through to the , and seeing that it was 02:00hrs.
I reckon I drifted off thereabouts and didn’t stir until 06:00hrs.

TTFNski!

Inchie: Thursday 20th April 2023 – Pareidoliaing

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My Hero, Spike Milligan, who I had the pleasure
to meet and have a talk with – had us all in tucks!
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Eyesight causes Problems with computing, error messages, and freezing programmes. CorelDraw is farcical; more time was used to reset and discover the new layout and make mistakes than actually working on it. The water tank on W.C. is still not working.
On the bright side, is not so bad this morning.
I didn’t get to start this blog until Thursday morning.
So it’ll be a little brief in nature. Sorry.
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A decent colouration of urine.

Aargh! Blood Pressure is up high!

Morning view from the kitchenette.

Got the potatoes into the crock-pot.
Only added salt. What’s the white stuff?

I spent a terrible few hours doing nothing other than when a carer called, but making mistakes and getting things in a mess with the new CorelDraw.
This has, of its own accord, changed every single Cdr. file to this new version, meaning I cannot use any of the other three CorelDraws I have, and used as get-me-throughs in the past cock-ups, and now I’ll not have these options to try… and needed it several times today. How such a dimwit as me got it going again… well, a miracle?
Late evening by the time I got around to photographicalisations.

PAREIDOLIAING DELIGHT!
Gorgeous eyes in the sky.

Zoomed-in; See the face?

Sunsetting

Bootiful!

Went to get the meal sorted.
The sky had changed to an unusual shade?

Sorted the nosh, and it looked good…
But it didn’t taste good at all!
Asda made sourdough cobs – Tasteless!
Potatoes undercooked!
Beetroot, I bent the knife, trying to slice them.
Concrete comes to mind!
The tomatoes were okay.
Taste-Rating: 2.5/10.
Shame!

TTFNski!

Inchie: Wednesday 19th April 2023

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Unbelievable, Another tooth-pulling day; perplexing, flustering, yet in many a way, an almost acceptable day! There were yet again problems with CorelDraw that almost had me giving up. Combined with the computer snags and mystifying ways, and the worst, only over-worrying thing was the cataracted eye and the decrease in vision all day… still struggling, and the hospital will be called in the morning. If I can get in, the blog will have to be rested. No time to even make notes again, so my dodgy memory will have to be pushed to the limit – not that it isn’t now!

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Woke up. (Well, it seemed a good idea?).
Emptied the pouch.

Ablutionalisationings were done and onto the computer.
My vision seemed a lot worse this morning.
Five Porcelain Throne visits today.

While filling the not working water tank with buckets of water from the kitchen, I caught a view of my mush in the shaving mirror. (A nasty thing to do at the best of times, but at five o’clock in the morning, it was scary!) The Cateracted right eye seemed to be closing itself?.
No wonder I was struggling on the computer.

The first Carer, Kara, arrived as I was photographing what looked to me like a car crash. These are the photos that fooled me & Cataract Katie.
After she pointed it out to me that it wasn’t a tank or smashed car accident, but the trees and shadows, I did feel a clot! Eventually, with the aid of the magnifying glass, I saw what she described.

I found a picture that I took by accident. Thanks, Peripheral Pete!
I think I was putting the loose lens cap back on the camera.
It was my left-hand palm… I think.

Mid-afternoon, I dragged myself away from the cock-up I’d made on CorelDraw yesterday and had to replace the missing dockers and icons.
Will I live long enough to finish the job? Hahaha!

Just before the tea, Carer called; I took these two shots of the blinding sun straight at me. I had to close my right eye so couldn’t see what they looked like. The sun’s strong light was reflecting on everything shiny out there.

Another 4 hours and I got yesterday’s blog finished and posted off.
Prepped the meal ready for cooking later. Mushrooms cut and cooked, added some garden peas to the pan and got the oven tray ready for the chips to go in to have with the veg. The soy mini sausages are ready in the fridge. Having them cold. I went back to the computer for a half-hour to make a start on this blog. 3 hours later. I got up to hear… I mean, here and went to check on the well-cooked mushrooms. Tsk!

Aha, a late sunset!
While pottering with cooking and salvaging some mushrooms for half an hour, I took these pictures about five minutes from the one before.

Well, I’m going to get some nosh now.
TTFN.

Good Morning, I’m back!
All bright and bubbly, joyful, contented, almost feeling carefree and untroubled… Well, alright, I lied! But I was still so tired, but on the bright side, had eased off at long last. Okay, I know had replaced her. Oh… and I kid you, not here… my were nowhere to be found! .

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Vegan mini-sausages 9.2/10, Chips 6/10, Chestnut Mushrooms 7/10, garden peas 7/10, Disappointing sourdough rolls 5/10, beetroot 7.2/10. The plain yoghourt and lemon curd, a decent 7.5/10. The two gabs of cheesy Curls eaten afterwards, 8/10. Guilt? Me? Yes. My recently acquired arithmaphobia prevents me from working out an average… ah, the computer calculator…
I’ll try to see if I can work it out there…

It shows an average Taste Rating of 8.128571428571429.
Of course, I knew that.

I enjoyed that. It may not have been a gourmet meal, haute, or nouvelle cuisine, but it satisfied my proletariat level of epicureanism.

The last Carer arrived, and dang-me, I forgot to remind her about the night bag. Well, I was sat in the £300, second-hand, decrepit, Haemorrhoid Harold-testing, sleep-deterring, nauseatingly beige-coloured, not-working recliner, half asleep at the time… Still, I should have remembered.
Guilty; as self-charged! Hehe!
Medications were given, a little natter, and off she flew on her missions.

I was going to watch some TV, but it didn’t pan out like that. Well, I did watch some of the New Tricks episode, about five minutes worth in total over about an hour, with my constant nodding off and waking up, with sharp pullulating jerks. I gave up on the TVing, turned it off, and got my feet up on the chair, and gave in to the demands of my body for sleep…
and , The damnable invaded the brain… as I expected, they are having a party-time with me for the last seven nights on the trot!
But still, I kept waking up, a few times shuddering, flapping, or threshing about? It was never any bother getting back to sleep mind; to be greeted by the crude yet again and jumping awake. I had to go and empty the small day pouch and noticed it was 04:00 hours. I got back down, and much to my pleasure, the must-have worn themselves out. (or, had gone on holiday?) Zzz!

I need help from someone with hypnosophy!
Someone who knows computers & cinology,
I may struggle with my theopathy…
I have no signs of thalassophobia.
But mostly with my lost sagacity!

Adieu, adios, ciao, farewell & Tara!

Mon Ami’s

Inchie: Tuesday 18th April 2023

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After yesterday’s decision to do summat about my not being able to stay asleep, I found a self-wotsit page on it from the NHS – and filled it in.
Here are the results with m comments added. Hehehe!

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Now, I’m really worried, folks,
Got the Catheter night bag off without any
leaking, breaking or dropping owt.
One, not serious, walked into the door frame.
Things seemed too contented for my liking…
The Computer is jerky, but working.
Just one Porcelain Throne visit.
Had help getting the Asda food to the kitchen!
Back to the computer.. and…

“Jumpin’ Jahosafat!!!
CorelDraw had replaced icons, toolbars and dockers.
I had to set about trying to get the others back on and the unwanted off of the programme. Which I actually did in less than nine hours!
AGAIN I let a smug mode come over me.
When will I ever learn?
This time I was so sure I got it as I wanted it… well, as near as I was ever going to, anyway. Displaying great stupidity, naivety, & idiocy. Pitifully unwarranted confidence that it was set right, and brainlessness, I clicked set as defaults. Within an hour, I found I had not replaced the Text-Options box link – not the select-all, Place in front or behind icons.
Another day spent not getting anything done that needs doing!
Tomorrow, I’ve got to go… well, not got to go, but I would like to go to the
diabetic meeting in Winwood Court. So more time is lost in the ether. Why I want to I do not understand cause it’ll be just the same as at the Bulwell meetings, which I can’t get to now with the catheter. I can’t see the whiteboards or written advice, can’t hear whoever is talking… I’ll have to think about this decision…

I woke, got up, and took off the night bag, which had a healthy-looking coloured content, warm; almost hot, of wee-wee.

And for the first visit of the day to the . The evacuation was swift and, for once, not splattery or overly messy. Only and of course, the Queen of ailments for all of last week, , was reaching an 8 on the pain scale meter. Lugging the bowls of water from the kitchen to refill the non-working WC tank three times each flush… well, it’s some exercise, innit?

Pottered about making up and sorting the waste bags for collection. And the morning Carer arrived. I took the tablets, pills and medicine like a good boy. While was here, the Asda order arrived.
Shaquille helped to carry them through the kitchenette with me.
I had ordered some fresh-cut vegetables, bearing in mind last week’s finger, chin and knuckle cutting.
This is all the fresh stuff that arrived.

Shame!.
Still, I got Asda Essential which is now not so cheapo plain yoghurt, that I was planning to have with the Asda Essential cheapo Lemon Curd, but they’d got none of them in stock either.
I did get another block of the Flora Not-Butter butter because it was on Special.
Plenty of potatoes, though; I expected some of them not to be in stock, but they all came. Fooled me there!

And tons of canned peas and various other vegetables.
So it looks like veg soup and stews a week or so.
On to the computer.
Then hours of confusion with carers calling, and phone calls; I struggled to get CorelDraw 2017 reset again.
It’s still playing up now, very regularly.
Not the foggiest idea why. And it cost me another day, and still, it’s not right!

Around 13:00hrs, I heard the mobile tone ringing.
I found it at 18:10hrs when I trod on it on the floor. Humph! I went to check on who texting or calling, and it dropped from assisted by ailment number 9,
It landed on the spot it had been hiding in…, but despite it being on the carpet, the back of the phone came off!
I spat, cursed and bent down to retrieve the pieces and then launched an attack as I stood upright.
I spat and cursed more vehemently this time. Took a painkiller… I smelt the day long taken to cook soup burning, and I hobbled hastily to the kitchen to turn of the heat and hope for the best…
Then realised I’d left the hot water tap running.

There are depressions and depressions of differing characteristics – I nearly went into each one!
Then spotted the clouds and sun out at last.
And had a few minutes of pareidolia joy.

The evening carer arrived and sorted the medications out for me. We had a laugh; she thought the NHS replies were great & humorous.

Close the annoying computer down and got the nosh sorted out.
Back hopefully in the morning

♫ I Made it through the night ♫

Wednesday morning (another farcical day dawned, I’ll put it in tomorrow’s blog, all the gory details). Back to tonight…

I prepared and dined on the vegetable (it-came-out-horrible) soup, with rolls and a mistaken thought it would be delicious plain yoghourt with a pot of orange jelly in it. The Carer arrived as I was tucking into it – no, that’s not the right word; tucking in suggests that someone was enjoying something.
And yet, I ate it all?

I blame the she-devil, who goes I’ve given yet another title, and she’s named . Even the jelly & yoghourt was tasteless. The Carer gave me a Covid Test yesterday, and it was clear. Taste rating: 2.5/10!

I did my best to stay awake to watch ‘New Tricks’ on the goggle-box. But it was a futile try; although the dreaded woke me up every few minutes, which is not unusual.

I had to get up to empty the day pouch of its contents and wash & disinfect the container.

Glad I did, now, cause the late sunset was just going down towards the horizon.

While taking these photos and viewing the scene on offer…
I went into one of the rare ‘Out-of-it’ spells.
They are hard to describe with any clarity. One suddenly feels as if you’ve gone out of your looking at yourself.
Impossible, I know that, but for the few minutes it lasted, I did believe I was doing just that. No sense, rhyme or reason as far as I could tell for these odd moments I get. Most of them occur when I’m looking out from the window. Can happen any time of day or night. I’ve had a few when I was out and about too? I tried to explain these to the Mental Nurse; her disinterest, or belief, it dispirited me somewhat, as I recall. I’ll not mention it next visit – if there is one with the strikes.

Back down into the £300, bought eight years ago from the second-hand shop, Harold Haemorrhoid testing, repugnantly beige-coloured, dour crumb-containing, virus-breeding, acne-giving, rickety, none-working recliner. I nodded off quickly for around about ten minutes. But the damned rotten crap kicked off straight away.

I took these few last photographicalisations of the day, of the darkening view and wonderful colourations from the dipping away sun.

Now the usually no0bother-at-all getting back to sleep was a bother! It took me ages to nod off this time. Yet the had all but disappeared?

All a part and parcel of the unaccountable mysteries, phantoms, and hauntings of Woodthorpe Court. (It never used to be like this, they tell me until I arrived!).

Now then, where did I leave the walking stick?

Monday 17th April 2023

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The day started better than usual, as well.
The usual back-breaking three treks to the , with the heaving three bowls of water from the kitchen to flush things. Only three visits today, mind you. All within the first three hours, a good start

No bother from the .

The carer arrived, and all went well.

Ablutions went fine.
Zero, I say Zero cuts shaving!

Looking a little threatening?

No complaints about the ulcers or ankles.

I foolishly allowed myself to cheer up.
I should have known better!

Got on the computer and was doing alright.. until…

I was in the middle of a good run of concentration. With CorelDraw at the limit of its memory, I was doing so well… and got an earlier start… life was for once perking up – Gragknangles! The CorelDraw scene shook about a bit and closed itself, never to be seen again! I could have cried!
Went on the web asking for advice but failed to grasp what I was reading in reply. So, I loaded up a newer but unused version of CorelDraw 2017; just look below at what I had lost on screen! I mused for what must have been an hour or more before actioning a rescue attempt.

I proceeded over the next nine hours, with breaks to empty a few times, Carer, and domestic calling. It would take me days to get things back sorted and working! Utter despair and frustration. But I pressed on for another hour or so. then got an idea (I do that every year or so; get an idea – not that they usually work)
Mayhap this version will load the last saved before it did a runner and vanished. on CorelDraw x7? I tried it, and it loaded it, but boy, did it cause me some problems then. The dockers had all gone, the Colour pallets too. And there was a conflict with the different icons, and I had to try every one of them in order and remove those not working.
Sheer determination carried me onwards, and now, 16 hours after it first cocked up, I’ve got it looking like this.

At least the pallet colours were got back again. But not the cockers; they had to be rebuilt form scratch. I’m tired out, hungry, and would you believe that is kicking off again, and I need the damned rotten again! So, after I’ve carried the water to the tank and refilled it, I’m going to be in a right state pain-wise again.

I’ll bung the photos taken in here, I must be quick to get it done before the evacuation is ready, and I die in agony abed starvation. Hehehe!

Afternoon shots.

Teatime piccies.

After the second-last caller came.

Sunset.

Carer’s desk, after the last day Call.

Got to go, then I’ll get summat to eat and hopefully fall asleep.
Not that I’m feeling up to making nowt fancy; soup will do.
Get back in the morning… Well, all being well, like.

MORNING, LATE: I’M BACK.
I fell asleep, woken up when the late Evening carer , who gave me a painkiller.

Then I got the vegetable soup sorted out with a few bread rolls, extra oven cooked potatoes, and a black tomato.
Taste rating: 803/10.

I soon nodded off, but were rampant, thus the jouncing and jolting awake seemed be doing it to me every five minutes! Tsk!

INCHIE: Sunday 16th April 2023

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COMPUTER PROBLEMS GALORE – WC WATER TANK PROBLEMS PROBLEMS ALL-DAY- A TUMBLE AND
PAINS VIRTUALLY NONE STOP!
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I lay there in the £300, second-hand, c1968, charity shop-bought, eyesore-horrendously grotty-grungy coloured, Harold Haemorrhoid-testing, easily-fallout-able-of, unfit-for-use, not working, recliner, in as much pain as I have ever been from my first thought being the fear of having to carry the three buckets of water I’ll need to refill the not-refilling W.C. tank; which is not going to please is it?

I grumphed, cursed, and reached for the packet of Ipobrufen on the ottoman, and took one with a swig of spring water, which I misaimed putting it back on the tray. Clunk-thud, I got a part shower of spring water and the cabinets, chair and wall as the bottle spun around!
In pain and annoyed, I thought, Sod-that! (Well, close to those words). And tried to get back to sleep.
But it was no good; the guilt of leaving the mess and knowing it’ll have to be done anyway forced me to get up. This was, as I found out later, at 05:00hrs.

Were giving me some real stick now. I begrudgingly cleaned up the mess. Then… the rumbling began from the innards, and off to the I limped.
were in total control. What a splattering mess! As if I didn’t have enough to do fetching the water to refill the damned tank again, as it was!

However, I kept calm… , .
Bending to clean the splatters of evacuated product made even angrier, and I’d not fetched the water yet. Three trips to the kitchen and three back carefully, slowly balancing the bucket against my chest, back to the wet room. Agony is not a strong enough word. To make things worse, I’d had to do this three more times before 12:00hrs. Just the on the last trip of the previous session. That cost me another hour to clean it up.
I was pleased when the carer arrived, and I got a Codeine down me with two paracetamols. I got the first mug of tea made; I put the vegan imitation meat in the oven and brushed Canadian Maple syrup on them.

Then took these snaps of the morning view of the once again blue sky. But no, more Computer Problems arose! I got on Corel-Draw to make up the cartoon and get the Health-Checks done and the graphic made above…

Grammarly was not working on Firefox!
I searched for a free-to-use spellchecker and installed it. But No, it went through okay, but I have no icons. For I.T.? Then I tried Google to see if it was on there – Nope. Grammarly not working there either. Getting miffed now.
I went back to try Firefox again. The computer froze; I could do nothing with it as this screen came up! Apparently, Firefox needed reinstalling with the original password – They must be joking? Then I got a patch job offer and clicked on that. Which was seemingly getting on with the job when Norton came up asking me for the dreaded passwords. They are in a notebook, but some old ones as well – because the first ones I put in were not up to date, the frame with the little pictures you’ve got to identify which have whatever they ask for in the frame, cars, trees etc. Which sank my heart – I can’t even make them out using the magnifying glass!
When started to get as bad as , I had some really silly thoughts. I’d had enough!

Back to Google to try that again… are… nothing on there Grammarly. I tried to put the free one on again. Norton started again, but this time I found the right password for the vault. Seems to be working sporadically.

I was totally lost now, getting confused between which one I should be on and what I’d changed or done. The free processor was on the main page now, but when I clicked it, a new browser came up without any of my programme icons on it, and when I opened the now-closed by itself browser, the I.T. browser closed itself? You know, with anguish, fears and pain, I think of death as a release. Bet there are lots of folks like that. We should start a self-help group. NO! Better not, though, because it’s bound to be on the web, innit? No, forget I said that!

I’d been farting around with the computer and Water=-Closet water problems for about seven hours, and I’d got nothing else done. I haven’t even had a wash and shave yet. And it’s near time for the third Carer call!

I made a much-belated effort to get this blog updated. Being the conscientious, young, fit, mentally-alert person that I am. I had a few LOBS in the last hour, but I think and were getting easier.

Big-gobbed ! When I mentioned something getting better, I smelt the vegan imitation meat in the oven burning! Thank heavens I forgot to turn the heat up when I put them in! I ate a couple of them straight away. A little hard on what few teeth I have left, but I gave them a good sucking. Nice! I’ll be picking bits of Maple Syrup soaked soy out of my teeth for days! Haha!

Back to the computer, a quick prayer, and I got on with this blogging. But my good fortune didn’t last long at all. Humph!

I got up to check if I’d left the taps on, and to my shame and disgust, I had left the hot tap on! I got to this tap and turned it off, but I dropped the walking stick turning around, and unfortunately; ! Twisted my back, and of course, the fall and getting back on all fours to the front room to use the recliner to clamber up and get back on my feet really got too. And I regret, somehow, it kicked off the . had never stopped all day anyway in differing degrees. I was now in as much pain as I was this morning! The doom and gloom returned, but I didn’t get . I just felt pissed off, basically!

Better get something to eat with the rhino-leathered soy slices from the oven, then.
I decided to break the concrete into tiny pieces and put them in with a vegetable, with added mushrooms to the bowl. Baked a couple of rolls to dunk in the gravy/soup. It was horrendous! As I started to eat it the Carers called, not that this mattered in the slightest. Medicated me, and when they had departed, ~I forced myself to eat the entire bowl of teeth-breaking, tasteless gruel… although the veg, especially the mushrooms, were passable, the cobs were a delight. Flavour-Rating: 6.2/10. The teeth and gums bled, and bits of the burnt soy and whatever else was in it fell out of the holes and cavities for a while.

Blessedly, I put the pots into the kitchen sink bowl to soak and clambered into the second-hand, £300, charity shop bought, crumb-retaining, microorganism-microbe producing, gungy, moth-eaten, beige-coloured, non-working, bacillus encouraging, incommodious, Haemorrhoid Harold testing, c1968 recliner... and

Zzz!

INCHIE: Friday 14th April 20-23

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I was up, took the night pouch off, and started several different jobs simultaneously. But I was, at that time, in a better condition than the day before. For a few hours, anyway. I can remember some of the things I began doing. Made a brew, which went cold, as I decided it would be a good idea to get the ablutions done. Then found myself making up the laundry bag ready for collection, and I struggled to open the box of soap pouches. I had to rush to the , that evacuation was over about five seconds after I’d sat down. But the sense of another one was on the way, made me stay where I was and had a go at the crossword book. While doing this, and rather successful for once, blood from Little Inchie was felt running down my leg. So I abandoned the crossword and cleaned it up; there was only a spot or two left to come, then back to the puzzling. The follow-through, backup, or second coming did not arrive.
While I refilled the bowls from the kitchen to refill the non-working water tank on the WC… yes, you guessed it! I had to rush back to the . So, with the first dollop of mush not being cleared yet, I then had to get four bowls of water to encourage the mess to go down the toilet. I was well worn out by the time I’d done it all! But did that stop me farting about doing other things at the same time? No!
I went into a short Memory Blank, I think at this time… well, I know I did; when I came round, I wrote it on the pad, and there is nothing else on it at all, apart from my weakling up time.
I found another mug of tea with the bag still in it gone cold. I moved some spring water bottles around in the kitchen, left the cold water tap running, and although there was nothing in there, I’d left the oven door open!
I did start to realise I needed to concentrate. I did feel a little better later. A Carer called, and I’m sure we laughed about something or other.

What I’m writing may be out of chronological order, I fear. I think maybe I got the ablutions done before the Carer called. Anyway, I had to return to… yes; the yet again. Swift, messy, and how I didn’t drop a bowl of water or take a tumble was… well, a miracle! Ah, I did have a few cuts shaving. But little Inchie was no longer leaking, yes, the odd spot here and there that the PPs coped with admirably; this is several times a day occurrence from tube inserted.
Now the vagueness returned for a while. Eventually, very late on, I got the computer started, and the second carer arrived. AHA! She had some medications for me. At last, some Codeine! I asked for one straight away. This cheered me greatly. I really believe, swear, that the pain reduced the in half an hour!
The vagueness was coming and going for the next hours. I know Sister Jane called me, be nothing about what we spoke of… other than we were both sad to see Nottingham Forest struggling (I think?)
Around 16:00hrs, I finished and posted yesterday’s blog, then as I went to make a brew and empty the , I found I’d put the oven on a low light? Wish someone had told me. Hehehe!
There must have been raining outside, but I’d spent so long doing the blog that it is now almost time for the early evening carer. I can’t even remember the afternoon safety check caller. I’d been in a mental cocoon, I think.
So, I thought looking at the photographs I’d taken should help me recall things. As I got the camera to take out the SD card… ~~I saw in the computer’s external disk thingy reader.
I fear things are getting worse. Just doing this blog is taking me so many
error-filled hours. Causing frustrations.
I think I can hear an alarm now, but it’s just stopped?

I left all three receptacles filled with water in the wet room in case there were any more needs to utilise the .
There were a few, and after heaving water from the kitchenette to the Wet room, , has been ever-present since. The painkillers were week used today! A morning view of the sky so blue. I even managed a little spot for two of pareidoliaing.

Computerisationing had an enormous amount of errors and miss-reading. As the day dragged on and I got more tired, so wrong options were taken; thanks to and .
The afternoon brought storm-threatening darkness. Not that it mattered much to me. I’ve not been outside now for about... oh, ages. It must be close to a month now since I’ve seen and breathed fresh air?
The last time I went out for a pleasure hobble around the flats, ~I had to return sharpish half was along Citrus Walk in front of the flats. Blood from Little Inchies , then the valve sprung open and filled my shoe! I can remember that well enough!

Then after taking the photo above, gave me something that he hasn’t shared with me for months on end, probably close on a year; an involuntary Right arm Hitler salute! I could have done without that! I rattled my knuckles against the window handle and, at the same time, I managed to knock off the window shelf, the knife box, the kitchen roll holder, the box of bags, and a jar of mint sauce! .
Then bending down to pick up the knives and check for damage to the floor, I hit my head against the freezer door edge! It took me an hour or more to get everything back where it should be.
I’d been lucky, I think, all the same. All five of the scattered-about knives missed any part of my body!
The only bad bit of the cleaning up and sorting was retrieving the bamboo stick that had rolled between the base cupboard and cooker. The burn in my hand that caught against the oven was nothing to a man like me. I laughed it off and at it! I’m inured to pain and a brave heroic sort of chap.
I made an error… (What am I saying? I’m always making errors)… with the daily meal. But it didn’t matter as it happens. I overcooked the vegan burgers, uneatable! But, me having the Natorra black tomatoes on the plate; They taste like meat to me? Lovely!
The ready-sliced potatoes (I thought after yesterday’s [photo on the left] Accifauxpas while slicing fresh potatoes were a good idea) Were very nice and crispy. Even the pickled beetroots were nice and well cooked, soft and kind to what few teggies I have left. I shan’t get any more of those burgers. Flavour Rating: 9.3/10.
Got settled down.
The feet and legs were looking better tonight. The ankle ulcers had all but disappeared again.
The skin looked a little darkly cadaverous. But I knew I’d not snuffed it yet, cause as I was nodding off, the leg slipped off of the chair, and that woke me up, so I knew I was still here when the pain and shock woke me out of my wallowing. But, putting getting back into the land of nod into a no-go area! Humph!

TTFN

Inchie: Thursday 13th April 2023

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From waking up, until writing this rubbish, there were no ins & outs of mental stability, awareness, keenness, determination or wayward involvement where I found I had to spend time gathering myself together to continue with whatever I was doing.
This was because I was constantly ‘out of it’, all data long!
Anything and almost everything that was go-wrongable – went so!
Not that I was particularly aware of it at the time. Undoubtedly, Mind-Blanks limit any chance of a total recall. As far as of now; I can recall;
I know (I think) up to now, the Porcelain Throne visits numbered five. With only two evacuations managed. Constipation Conrad!
I know I had some wonderful help when the food order arrived in getting it put away. Thank you, Carer!
I took a tumble getting the bowl of water to refill the non-filling WC tank on the last failed-to-pass visit. No injuries.
Then when getting the meal prepped, after getting the potatoes from the crock-pot, cut them up and put them in the saucepan. I was washing the mint-covered pot and thought I heard someone in the other room, so I went to take a look… It was the NCH Homes control room alarm response, asking if all was okay; they had got a signal alarm from my water detector. Checked again that there was no water on the floor and told the lady. Then went back to have a Sherlock Holmesian investigation.
ADOPTED
I FOUND NOTHING WET ON THE FLOOR?
Presuming that as I tipped the water out of the pot, some may have splashed offer the edge of the sink.
Then, tumble number two: A smidgen more serious, this one, clouted the back of my head as I went down onto the wet room wall. A bit of a job getting to the recliner to get back up.
A massive blank about what happened or didn’t, or shouldn’t have gone on for about three hours. I did mention these to the Mental Health Nurse, but she seemed unconcerned.
It’s so late now, and I~’ve only just started on this blog, so it’ll be a few photos and owt I can remember about each one.

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Pouch.

Rain from the kitchen window.

Early morning tatties into the crock-pot.

Food Delivery.
Fridge not too full?
Fancy tomatoes.

After the second tumble.

A little tip here…
Take care when cutting up potatoes
to go in your soup.

Good colour.

Early evening rain spots starting.
The sun’s last view.

19:00hrs – Dour!
1910hrs The car park, below the kitchen.

Going to get the nosh sorted now.
Back in the morning to catch up.
Well, I hope so!

Not one of bestest photographs. Tsk!
But it tasted grand! Flavour 6.9/10.

The late call Carer called (Tongue twister there?) and put the night bag on for me. No Codeines, but I had two Paracetamol. Tempted to have an Ibuprofen due to pains from Anne Gyna, but I resisted it.

I had to get up for the sixth visit to the .
Which proved as all the others to be a fleeting visit on the Throne; Splurt! All done. The cleaning up afterwards and having to haul bowls of water from the kitchen to refill the tank was the risky bit.
Still, it was a bit of exercise for me.

When I eventually got the job done, I went in to check the taps and oven were not left on. All okay!

I looked out at the night sky – I was gobsmacked!
What an amazing, incredibly splendorous, captivating night view; that looked like it had been painted in oils onto the sky.
Well, I liked it!

FELICITATIONS

May your luck bring beneficence,
Your actions include crapulence,
That you avoid any indigence,
You avoid hackers & their fraudulence,
Most of all, enjoy your flatulence!

Fare Thee Well!

INCHIE: Monday 10th April 2023

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Pathetic Parole Board Pansies!
Overpaid, money-grabbing, HMG Pleasing Official Murderers!
My hatred of these HMG-controlled, scum moneyites has no limit!
Prejudiced, biased, inequity, greed! A complete & utter
disregard for the victims and families of those raped, robbed,
or murdered by the shits they have pathetically freed from prison.
No shame or guilt! They are worse than criminals!
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I slept a bit better last night once I got off. Rose removed the night bag and required the services of the Porcelain Throne. I could tell this was going to be an evacuation of a differing style from the last few day’s events. The rumbling innards could actually be felt, and I suspect,
had I good hearing, would have been heard, as well! The repeated refilling of the WC tank is taking it out of me. Can you
believe it? Constipation Konrad has been crushed by the return
of Trotsky Terence! Three visits in an hour – no doubt more to come.
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The sessions started very early.
Each one was a slurpy, messy spitting-it-out job. Pebble-dashing the porcelain, my bum, and somehow it even sprayed the legs this time. On the rebound, mayhap? Hehehe! On the third one, the floor copped for a few sprinkles as well.
It may have been in the morning, but it was a nightmare cleaning up and refilling the tank with buckets of water from the kitchen. I was about buggered by the third session!
Now, I’d like to take the time to give some advice on ablutionalisationing in the shower. I genuine tip or two to help prevent what happened to me.

On the right is the object I head-butted when the carbolic soap shot from my fingers, and I bent down, holding onto the grab rail to retrieve it. You may be partially sighted as I am, but here’s a little tip. (I just washed mine as well; Little Inchie, Hahahah!) In the event that you followed my tip last year, here’s the thing to remember if you can: I mentioned keeping your good arm on the bar at full length – what I missed off last time was: Do not let the arm slip off of the grab bar – especially when you on the way down to retrieve your carbolic bar of soap. Just a tip, as contacting your forehead with the corner of the power box is likely to damage it; doesn’t do your forehead much good either.

I decided not to use the grey bucket for emptying the pouch in. From here on, until the toilet has been mended, I’ll keep it full of water in the bathroom to make it easier when I use the WC to start the refilling trudge from the kitchen to the wet room.
Blown if it doesn’t look like rain coming on through the kitchenette window? A little glum view.
Did the Vitals, and I made up the graph. Not a thought in my head about my having done both recordings in the morning, missing off the PM one. Sad!
As I was putting the kettle on and dropping the tub of Glengettie teabags on the floor, as I gingerly rose up, the wind could be heard, even by me, and rain poured down.
who called earlier after the second visit to the . It was he who fetched the medications and night bags for me; bless him.
came later on. She said she was busy and didn’t stay long. As she was leaving chimed out, called, “Someone to see you”, and departed.

It was our local councillor, Dr Nayab Patel. Asking if I had any problems. She said in a manner and tone that told me immediately that she’s already asked many others and regretted it! Poor gal!
I told her how I appreciated what the council provide. This pleased her. her fellow Councillor, who’d been in to see Josie at the same time, was ringing my door buzzer to rejoin her. Well, that went well, I thought.

The rain had stopped, and the blue sky with clouds appeared. An absolute total pareidolia’s delight! Do you see the open hand and fingers to the left of this cloud? Bootiful!

From the left window, I can see seashells in this cloud, whelk shells maybe? And some of the fingers that are overlapping from the right window picture? Also, there’s an animal head in there somewhere?

Oche bejesus, I forgot to put these on the right in.
From the 20 minutes only of wind and rain falling!
Top through the right window kitchen, second through the left one.
The second from the left window.
Then the bottom one through the bottom narrow window, really close-up to it.
The rain spots came out looking decent?

Carer Carol-Ann, then Sam called… or, it may have been the other way around?
The pouch emptying was done in a disposable pot so as to keep the water in the wee-wee bucket available for the non-working WC duties and refilling the water tank. Only been two more visits up to now. But I had to remember to keep an eye on the level. 200 max fit into the bowl.

Well, I do declare! – It looks like the leg geyser papules are trying to come back? Amusingly, again with or in a face shape? Not as funny as the first time. I might end up with a map of the moon? Or perhaps just one giant geyser papule? Hehehe!

Got some tomatoes and imitation bacon bits in the saucepan. Then I ferreted around in the freezer and found some vegan sausages, can’t read the date on the packet… , but I’m sure I will be okay. You can put that on my funeral plaque. “But he was sure he’d be okay” Hehe!

Get the nosh done next. There’s no doubt about it; this was not one of my best efforts at making a meal. I thought I’d added my usual extras and flavourings to the dish as well. The best I can grant for the Flavour Rating is 4.2/10. Shame! Maybe the sausages were out of date after all? The bread was nice, though.

Washed the dots… erm… pots and then actioned the activities. Which were messy; almost liquid again. But at least it was all over with one splattering of the porcelain.
Then the task of fetching water from the kitchen to refill the water tank on the W.C. No problems with it this time. Cleaned up the wet room, then into the kitchenette to make sure things were alright, and boy, what a night view! Lovely it was!

I hobbled to get the camera and took these shots over the next ten minutes or so.

The bottom one reminded me of a sci-fi film with a visit from aliens meeting. Can’t recall the name, but it was good, and the dark cloud seems to rise from the ground made me think of the film. The one where the Americans were talking to the invaders with lights and sounds? I’ll have to look it up. Nope, can’t find it… Tsk!
Minutes later, it looked like this on the right.
This a perfect photograph and scene for any of the pareidolia lovers who might be reading this blog.

TTFNski!

INCHIE: Sunday April 9th 2023

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Well done, you overpaid, useless, namby-pamby Parole Boarders!
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If you could (A heavenly thought) punish a Patrol-Boarder?

For their virtually committing murder,

By releasing killers over and over…

To murder again, with no discomfiture…

Absolved from blame, yet ever guiltier!

This ode might get even sarkier!

Relatives of those killed, when again another murder…

… despise Boarders, but the prisoners revere!

It’ll get no better in the future…

Freed scum will continue to kill and injure,

Innocent preventable deaths, howsoever…

Will their ‘do-as-they-like’ party ever be in danger?

I think not; HMG protected, I’ll wager!

When can we expect their next deadly blunder?

They ought to each be jesters, not jauntier,

Kill an innocent child, no prosecution, no matter!

The reason for the Boarders’ stupidity, the real coercer?

PATROL BOARDERS’ REASON FOR BEING

Males can drink-drive, women go into prostitution…

Money, HMG Protection from prosecution…

Get paid an absolutely ridiculous remuneration,

To keep these Patrol boards, just one justification…

Save HMG cash; too many in the houses of correction!

Too costly to feed, then? Thought about cannibalisation?
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Guess who woke up thinking it was Monday? Not necessarily me, but it was.
A session on the Porcelain Throne first. After getting the ablutions tended to, a second session on the Throne. Made a brew and got myself ready for Carer Richard. I’d some of his favourite treats prepared; then, as I was cleaning up the kitchen, I thought he was a bit late… and checked the time on the computer… noticed the day was Sunday. I’m quick yer know!
On the first day-bag, emptying was a good colour again!
An up-and-down, in-and-out-of-it sort of day again. Mentally.
My meandering from one subject, task or thought stream to others; and getting confused beyond belief was there again all day.
Different degrees of Thought-Storms, they never went away.
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Another bad night for sleep. However, did I let myself get down over it? No! Late, around 07:00hrs, I almost bounded out of 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, whipped off the delivered yesterday night bag, did a few push-ups and toe touching, started yodelling Frank Ifield’s ‘She Taught me how to yodel’, slung open all the windows and doors, shouted a welcome to the sun trying to get through, and then woke-up for real!
: It took me half an hour to get the night bag off of the day bag. I dropped the night bag, but it didn’t burst, but the valve shot open. So I bent down without thinking to get it in the bowl before there was a scented pong of wee-wee on the carpet. : , and got the bag and fell back down in the aged, grotty-looking c1966 made, charity-shop-bought, horribly beige-coloured, £300, Harold’s Haemorrhoid-testing, non-operational, acne-giving, virus-breeding, rickety, easy-to-fall-out-of recliner. Knocking over the spring water bottles and mobile phone onto the floor.
This is when I spotted that I must have done some nocturnal nibbling. Just two empty Cheesy-Curl bags today. I’m getting much better: Thursday 6, Friday 5, Saturday 4, and today just 2! As I emptied the rubbish bin, I found that one bag had two more screwed up inside. I think that Alto-Ego was trying to fool me? Hehe!

The was used before getting my ablutions done. Solid as a rock, one piece, bloodied torpedo-like deposit ejected – eventually! Then it took me ages to get the WC tank refilled. I have to hobble to the kitchen, fill the wee-wee bucket with water, and get back and deposit the aforesaid water into the tank. Not an easy job having to carry the walking stick on one arm, in case or should come on suddenly, to avoid any spillages and hours lost to clean it up!
The went pretty well. Teeth bleeding, just one tiny nick shaving, and the usual bother with , well, the bleeding wasn’t a problem, but the pain and getting it to stop it was. I did notice that the face on my left leg that the water-spouting papules left, we now unrecognisable. Shame!

Got deodorised, Brut splashed on, and I did the rest of the sorted and went to make a brew.
I did consider having the giant can of Casserole. But remembered as ~I looked at it how wickedly terrible it tasted. So I didn’t. Not my cup of tea… I mean, it’s not a cup of tea, I know; I meant I didn’t like it. Or something like that?

Ah, I missed this photo. I took it as the night bag was attached.
Why, you ask? I’ve no idea, I reply.

Carer Rahmat arrived. She identified the urine as grade 4 from the photograph. She also made the second call of the day.

Aha, got the computer to take the photos again.
These were from the water-carrying to refill the non-woking Nottingham City Homes one in the flat. Which makes a change from the water-sprouting papules on the left leg – Hahaha!)

This is the Water tank on the WC.
Which had to be filled up three times today. Not that it bothered me in the slightest, of course.
This shot shows the bottle of Brut – Splash it all over.
Can anyone remember the advert done for these by my6 hero Henry Cooper? That’s what he said; Splash it all over!
It still smells the same.
I may not be able to walk very well, hear or see very well, but I can still smell. (In more ways than one) Hehe!

I got the veg soup and added some beetroot and garden peas later. Made some soya with gravy, then added it. It’s in with the veg now.

Amazing clouds this early evening.
They look almost painted in the sky, in mono.

Sister Jane rang, terrible reception. Lost her signal in the end, and I rang her back. Carer Carolynne arrived. She knew there weres no Codeines available. I showed her the new tablets for reducing the size of the Prostate… and them being morning only one a day for 56 days. We had a little mini-chinwag, and off she trotted.

Looking glum out. Not that it’s all joy inside.
That includes my brain, mind, hearing, and eyesight. Things ain’t good!

I cut some more potatoes up… all gone now; to add to the lamb and vegetable soup later. Got them in the oven after spraying them with olive oil.

Checking on the spuds, I took this snap of the car park below.
It looked like we had an escapee on the run in the white car. Hehehe!
Must get the nosh sorted early, before the last Carer calls and tackle the job of attaching to the . That limits my mobility even more.

The pouch had filled up suddenly quickly? So I got it emptied.
Within an hour or so, it was even fuller?
So that was also emptied out, and the bucket was emptied and disinfected.

Got the potatoes checked. Turned up the heat. they were not cooking fast at all. This was due to me not turning up the heat high enough. It could happen to anyone.

Turned off the computer, watched TV for 20 minutes and then got the nosh sorted out.
It was, I thought at the time, worth all the effort and input in creating this feast for myself.
Took me ages to eat it all, but I did. Very tasty. Flavour Rating: 8.6/10.
But sadly, I fell asleep after eating the bowlful and didn’t eat the yoghurt & lemon curd that I made up. Tsk!

arrived, as I had just finished the feasting. She attached the night bag and the medications served up (Well, at least those that we had in stock; the chemist seems to be withholding some for some reason or other? It would be easier to permutate the square root of 21.8% of 2⅘ divided by 17.335 than get your prescriptions from Carrington Pharmacy!) We had a little natter. I anticipate I’ll snuff-it within a week. If anyone would like to sue the chemist, Doctor and anyone else involved, in failing to supply my medical needs, please free, please do. I’d hate to snuff it without thinking there would be trace, an iota of a chance of my killers getting knobbled for it. I seem in an odd mood here… I was!

Zzz!

Dad used to say “There’s always hope”,
It depends on how you cope…
Go for it, don’t just grope!
And always use carbolic soap!
You’ll not understand this, your a dope!
With brain like a teinoscope.
Did I understand this? Not a hope!