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INCHIE: Monday 27th March 2023

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Worra duff day, again!
There are still no medications or night Catheter bags delivered.
So no chance of any pain relief fro Ann Gyna; or poor Little Inchie bleeding and chaffing on the Catheter tubing. So nowt new there!
I seem to have attained a permanent state of depression this morning… well it’s well into the afternoon now… good heavens! Just looked at the one clock left working, and it’s nearly teatime… as it used to be. 17:00hrs!

Let’s have it… who stole the day?
This place is full of mystery and connivery!
Time moves without my knowledge, I say!
Little things can be so digressionary…
I washed-up last night, but I can’t find the cutlery?
My Porcelain visits indicate the onset of dysentery!
Anne Gyna, Colin Cramps, and swollen ankles all getting at me!
I’m breathing better, but I’m coughing more this Monday…
I don’t mind coughing; I’m not keen on a coffin!
All the usual traits linger on, like being dithery…
The catheter tube making Little Inchie bloody,
Should I change this blog into a shockumentary?
I’m not in good shape, physically…
But in a far worse plight mentally!
Each night I’m so tired, my eyes cloudy & bleary…
I can get off to sleep usually…
But not now, thanks to the apothecary…
No Anne Gyna tablets, Colin Cramps, painfully…
Both ensure that I sleep abortively…
Waking me in pain so often, grindingly!
In despair. Had enough, Me? Absobloodylutely!

Pretty coloured wee-wee this morning.

A little misty.
City Hospital is in there somewhere.

The trees are coming on well in the roads below…

When the petals fall in the fall, will they be messy at all?

Bootiful puffer-clouds.
I don’t think that’s the official name of them…

A few hours later…

I’ve only had one Porcelain Throne evacuation yet.
Carer Sam and Carer Jo-Anne have called.
I’ve been in and out of it again.
No medications or night Catheter bags come.
Fancy that! And it’s only been a week without the
medications & Catheter bags.
Bloody agony – but is anyone interested? Silly question!
Isn’t life good?..

The door chime chimed – it was the postman. Delivering
the camera from my cyber-buddy Tim Price. Bless him!
Cracking camera that I can carry in my pocket, if ever
I get out again, that is. I was like a kid opening the
box. I took a snap of the old Fuji with it

Then one of the new Kodak with the Fuji.

Then the first cloud photo with the new one. Smashing! Thanks, Tim!

Carer Jodie called; no medications or bags.
Helped me with text messages.

Back on the Kodak…

Gorgeous!

Flat views.

Thick veg soup with tons of flavouring.
Liquid smoke, sea salt & BBQ sauce.
Flavour rating: 6.4/10 (Can’t win ’em all!).

called. Sorted the meds… well, not them we had run out of, naturally. No night bags to use. We had a little chin-wag.

She woke me more often than MPs fiddle with their tax returns. So sleep was another farce. No sooner got down in the c1966 Charity shop bought, second-hand, whiningly grotty, beige coloured, not working, crumb-covered from the nocturnal nibbling, itch-making, uncomfortable, virus breeding, easy-to-fall-out-of recliner, and the kicked off. One good thing is that he gave me a break; he was of no bother at all! Not that he was needed, mind you – with no medications for her, was more than enough to guarantee me a lack of sleep again!

Cheers!

INCHIE: Friday 24th March 2023

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I sat looking at the screen for an age, impotent,
Trying to be creative, but I couldn’t,
The brains power and batteries were absent,
The mind was not interested nor compliant!
But, I was determined to get through this addlement…
This Mind-Blank, with a feeling of being insignificant,
My thought process is uncomplaisant…
Was it Doreen’s Dementia being defiant?
The thoughts fused, terribly absonant…
Focus clarifies a smidgen, then back to blent,
Many hours I’ve just spent…
Doing this ode, although claudicant…
I’ve written very little, originally meant…
Going through denudement, with no denouement!
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The urine was another bad colour.

Popped through the letterbox was a leaflet regarding Winwood Heights Social activities. Which was impossible to read due to the small print and, of course, , & are chief suspects as well. My immediate desires inspired, were for me to go on a day trip out to the coast, maybe?
Then, of course, reality kicked in.
How the heck would I cope with the catheter and bag emptying?
Taking the medications? Ans, should be some miracle I made it to Skegness; there would be no way on the planet that I could resist a fish & chip meal!
Then, of course, should I be foolish enough to go on one – there is little doubt that one of the medical procedures I’m on the list for would arrive on the same day! Plenty to choose from; Cataracts, Glaucoma, Saccades, replacement bladder, and DVT vein bleed. Or another one of the Brain Scans.
I’ll have to go into a self-sulk mode and forget about any idea of a day at the seaside; it’s just impracticable! (Is that the right word?)

The Iceland order arrived.

Strawberry treats for the gals. With some different drinks this time. Vanilla ice-cream-flavoured ones. I tried one later from the fridge – very nice!
The especially ‘flattened’ wholemeal rolls. Miraculously, they had some of the cheap kitchen towels in stock for once.

The highlight was a meal I had never tried before.
Looking forward to this.

Good Heavens…

The urine was running a much healthier colour!

Mind Blank Time
One minute I was on the computer, went to the Throne, and found myself five hours later, standing in the kitchen taking photos in the dark? Obviously, Carers had called, but could I remember who and when? No!

Raining!

Got back to the computer but just could not focus, so packed up and back to take the photos again.

The rain has stopped, and as I went into the kitchenette, the sun found a gap in the clouds, offering me some pareidoliaing time.

Got the oven on heating up for the potato chunks. The ready meal will go in the microwave for nine minutes. So potatoes in when the heat gets to 200, 20 minutes later, I can put the Moussaka in the microwave, and hopefully, they will both be ready at the same time.

Back to the . acci-whoop The messy evacuation needed cleaning up. Then I realised that the WC tank was filling up very slowly – and while doing it, there was no water available from the cold tap on the sink? Friday night again – things always go wrong when there is no one on-site to help! Grumph!

Back to check on the meal to check…
But could not resist these views, a Pareidlia’s delight!

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Both of these snaps offered up a multitude of figures for me to identify. The fact is, I was at it so long I overcooked the potatoes – but nae bother, I like them tinged a little brown around the edges.

Gorgeous tasting this one was!
I was sat in the second-hand shop-bought, Ā£300, c1968, overwhelmingly-sickeningly-beige coloured, tatty, uncomfortable, wobbly, germ-producing, falling to pieces, food residue collecting recliner, feasting on this wonderfully flavoured fodder; when, in came Carer Jozef. He was soon off, with no night bag to change and no medications to give – they have still not arrived yet!

Finished off the nosh, washed things up and settled to watch a Jonathan Creek episode on the TV.
But it was not to be...
Zzz!

INCHIE: Thursday 23rd March 3023

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I’d like to report that things were very much better today.
But I can’t!
The agony of worries over the shortages of medications and the tube chaffing from tube; many other things, but the main one was , who was winning the battle with never having been so bad.
, & Sac ensured that my vision was crap and getting worse. Plus, so many hours were spent correcting mistakes. Just thought I’d mention it.

As usual for the last two weeks, frustratingly, there was no night-bag to change. This mystery of the medication’s non-arrival, and unattainable night catcher bags, is the reason for the pain I’m suffering. The night bag gave the day bag a refresh, which I believe helped clear the infection from the bladder. The mega-high Blood Pressure and the darkening urine since these things stopped coming to indicate this to me. But I’m powerless to do anything about them. No District nurse calling; new medications, along with last months medication, supposedly waiting for collection at the pharmacy. No DVT or
Phlebotomy nurse called in weeks now? I’m in bad pain through the lack of tablets. Doreen’s Dementia is affecting my responses. The eyes are making everyday tasks harder and full of accidents and mistakes. Oh, dear! Just thought I’d mention it. Not that it helps, of course.

Fancy that!
But it lightened later.

Morning view

But the blood pressure was horrendous! I did extra checks in the hope that it would come down, but… Nope! Wonder if this is due to the none attainment of, and running out of some medications?

Fingers crossed

Oh the bright side (I had to look very hard, Hehe!), the ankle ulcers were nice and calm. (Says Inchie as he gets grief from the catheter tube via Little Inchie and cleans the blood up changers protection pants,
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Then get more stabbings from .

A bad day all round today.
Window-Man Joe called to do them.
I was out of it most of the time with taking so many painkillers, I think.
No idea what had happened for several hours.
I keep mentioning the pain I was in to each Carer.
At least, I think I must have.

Got the meal served up early, I gave up trying to concentrate on the computer. Cooked the meal without any damage. Hehe!

Sat watching TV with subtitles and devouring the pleasantly tasty meal I’d done for myself. Pretend meat (Very nice), beetroot, tomatoes, and potato cubes done in the oven after being sprayed with oil.
Carer Josef arrived mid-feast. Can’t recall what happened, he was soon off, as there was no night bag to change, and I’d already taken the painkillers & Peptac. Nice lad.

Zzz!

INCHIE: Wednesday 22nd March 2023

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Computer Problems again today…
It makes me want to run away,
I am in utter bemusement and dismay…
Baffling errors and inarticulacy…
Is Doreen’s Dementia getting at me?
Or is it my ignorance and fatuity?
I’m drained; I’ve no willpower or tenacity...
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On waking up. A positive bad ‘7’ level, methinks!
And the outflowing wee-wee really stinks!
Emptying it, I had a Dizzy, & pain in the knee joints,
The voices in my head… all ginks!

The morning view… was rather blue

I’d decided, as the Urine colour was so high on the chart.
I thought it would be a good idea to drink more fluid,
other than tea. I tempted myself to try the no-alcohol
Bud drink. I wish I’d got more in now, it was very nice!

Went to get the ablutions sorted out. It took a while! During
this, I had three decent shaving cuts, dropped a razor three
times, and utilised the Porcelain Throne three times!
Damned messy evacuations they were, as well!

Got the dressing gown and a shirt top on and hobbled into the
kitchenette. With no tablets got yet from the chemist, or delivered,
were coming on again.

Made a brew of Glengettie.
Took these snaps of the strange lighting this morning.

Carer Kara ā™„ had a go at the computer problems for me.
I kept finding new ones after the gal had gone.
Spent far too many hours struggling with the issues.
None solved as such, but somehow or other, I’ve got
it going, although with difficulty and new problems.
In a pickle with this!

Got some great photographs of the odd afternoon clouds
with the Sun suddenly getting through.
Pareidolia’s delight!
What was the mouse? Has a map on it seconds later?
Fantastic wider shot!
A close-up of the sun.

Carer Sam then Kara called ā™„

Another horrendously messy Porcelain Throne session.
These Loperamides are not as good as the Pharma ones
were at helping stop the liquid evacuations.

Mistakes computing, a long, long mind-blank, and seemed as if I had just woken up – but had not been sleeping? Erm...

Carer Joseph arrived. And after he’s departed, I~ sat down and did
nod off this time. Woke to see these beauties in the sky…

More Pareidolia’s delight!
Seem’s the sun is spewing out a monster…
Can you see this? Or is it just me?
A Genie, mayhap? Hehehe!
An eagle above?
The Eagle cloud close-up!
It seems that the dark clouds are trying to extinguish the sun?

Gave up making errors and mistakes and getting all frustrated
doing this blog. Only got a little done anyway. Have to finish it
in the morning. And got the potatoes in the oven and seasoned the veg in the veg in a saucepan. Getting tired but hungry…

acci-whoopI burnt the same spot on the hand as I did last week, taking the tray of spuds out of the oven.

Nice meal!
Made too much again. (I often do that?)

Very bad today.

TTFN.

INCHIE: Tuesday 21st March

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I woke around 04:20hrs – with the worse ever attack of.
That I’ve ever suffered. The legs, the right one in particular, were warped, with ridges and almost holes showing in the lower legs. Naturally, I was the brave, heroic, high-pain-toleranced, devil-may-care sort of young man that I am; there was no oohing, arghing, or swearing.
In fact, I merely laughed it off.

My feet and ankles were slightly swollen after Colin Cramps gave up on me. And they were looking a lot better, although a little rough looking.

At about 06:00hrs, I ventured to the .
I finished the evacuation, had a rinse, medicated my tenderer areas with Germoloids, Cortisone and Germolene and left the wet room.
.This was an hour after going into e wet room.

The first pouch procedure went rather well, and the urine was clearer than of late.

The ankles were getting a bit meaty looking for some reason?

The Asda order arrived

The helpful driver took the things through to the kitchen for me.
Treats; marshmallows for the old man and pouches of instant chocolate for the nurses and carers. Got some flowers as well.
The highlight was getting some imitation pork at last.
Some sourdough cobs.
Hopefully, I’ll have these with the non-meat meat. With some chips, with a couple of the well butter-veganed sourdough rolls.

Heap trouble with the computer!!! Got this screen telling me it was needed to rescue Firefox? It ran of its own accord???
Not the foggiest what it was all about.
This came up while it was doing its thing…
I Waited in how for… Five hours! But it showed 1.08% done on the first of the five dozen, whatever they were working on.
I lost patience and turned it off and rebooted it.
MISTAKE?
Since then, I am getting advertisements with the pages I use for the snippets; hundreds came in on the email and could not be closed until after I opened them??? Shit!
This is why I’ve only one snippet on – it’s just too confusing with the pages sending me advertisements all the time!

Although I was stewing about the computer, I loved the sky this evening.

Later on, I took these.

This last one came out better than I thought it would with the sun straight at me. Although I can’t take any credit.

The wee-wee was getting darker again, as per usual in the evenings.

Well, that caught me! An hour later, another
emptying produced this clear as gin result???
Beats me? But most things do.

I made a start sorting the nosh out.
Yet another Inchie-Idiosyncrasy!
Or a failing…
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Or Cock-Up…
I got the plate laid out with the sarnies, added the chips and tomatoes, and took a great photographicalisation of it there on the wheeled server top.

It was in the morning when I realised it was not on the SD card. Humph!

Fare Thee-Well!

INCHIE TODAY: Sunday 19th March 2023

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What fantastic colouring to the sky this morning!

To the right, and the City Hospital.

Straight ahead.

Eerie?

Wider.

Odd slippers?
This was thanks to the valve on the catheter pouch going into self-determining mode – and pouring out the urine into my slipper yet again. Mor cleaning up and freshening are required. Humph!

The carer told me I was running out of medications again. Carer Josef said he’d inform the office. Weekend, of course, so nowt to be down now.

I forgot to remind him to take the waste bags and laundry bag with him.
I’ll try to remember on the next call.

Bootiful clouds were coming out when I made my next cup of Glengettie.
Going a smidge dark, though?

I forgot about asking the next Carer to take the laundry & waste bags with him. I am a prisoner of Dementia Doreen!

The new day catheter, with the ‘Dodgy’ loose valve trigger, at least had some better-coloured urine contents this time.

gave me one of his famously-hated routines just as I was opening a jar of soya pieces for later. Naturally, this didn’t irk or bother me in the slightest. No swearing, spitting, gnashing of what few teeth I have left, or questioning the Lord over my bad luck, oh, no. I took it all in my stride. even when I got a stubbed toe on the Hoover, cleaning the mess up. Grrr!

I either fell asleep for two hours at the computer… or I had a Mind-Blank (Most likely, ’cause work had been done on the Health Check listing that I can’t remember doing?)
It was obvious that there would be sunset photos to take tonight. So I did a few close-ups of the nearby dwelling.

And the car park on Chestnut Way outside.
Tow spaces are free! Blimey!

acci-whoopObviously, I had not recovered from the Mind-Blank.
I copied the latest Health Check results onto the whiteboard to use them later in the graphic… Then realised I’d erased the new figures from the board and not the old ones. This can happen to anyone; I understand that.
But why is it always me? Hahaha!
It may be Doreen’s Dementia? Another Mind-Blank? Or the agony I’m currently getting from Little Inchies , thanks to the chaffing from tube inserted in Little Inchy? What am I waffling about? Why?

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Last call from the Carer, and again I forgot to remind him about the laundry bag again!

There should have been a photograph here; of a marvellous vegan meal that I had. It was delicious! Ready-made potatoes and onion with sauce side. To which I added a can of the mixed vegetables and oven cooked potatoes lumps, done nice and crispy! I was so keen to get my teeth (although I have far left to use nowadays) into it that I forgot about snapping it.

Doing the washing up after dining, and the night view caught my attention…

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There are people out there; what are they doing?
Mayhap a little painting & decorating?
Naturally, there will be some burgling…
Or a family having a housewarming?
Is someone opening the latest Gas payment warning?
No doubt a few couples physically fluctuating?
The police, investigating and exhumating?
Gangs of yobboes, selling drugs & mugging?
Bloggers on Facebook, evulgating?
I’m just sitting here, recalling when I was dating…
Grizelda – she’s gone now; very frustrating!

Not that I could anything if she was here with the damned, rotten catheter tube stuck in me. Funny old world! Well, not funny!

TTFN

INCHIE: Sunday 26th March 2023

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What a rotten, boring, painful, disheartening, depressing… but most all thoroughly confusing day for the old chap (me).
I was hairy-fairy, out-of-it-minded for most of the day. Confused… so mind numb, and forever different things were playing on my mind, worries over the great stack of letters I’ve accumulated waiting for help with them… then the computer problems; the medical situation – Two tablets ran out of, no delivery of the prescriptions or Catheter night bags for two weeks… Then fretting over the water in the wet room not running – the WD tank not refilling… well, it was, but it took 16 minutes to fill this morning, and no water was available from the tap in the sink while the tank filled, then it was barely trickled coming out… Having to fetch water in a bowl from the kitchen to clear the evacuated product and refill the tank. Anne Gyna giving more jip than ever before. I think I must have OD’d on painkillers. No nurses called, District, DVT or phlebotomy Warfarin tests for weeks now! Not wanting to eat, and that’s not me. I think I’ve had enough.

However, the urine was a much better colour today and flowed heavily at times into the Catheter bag. Sorry, but it’s been a mind-baffling day. So only boring catheter photos, mostly. The Mind-Blanks were so regular even I was aware of them after each one (I think), within seconds of returning to my condition of semi-consciousness and awareness. My attention, concentration and brain were all over the place. It does not make much sense even to me. I started so many things and veered of into others – nothing solved, of course, just got myself more frustrated about things.

Sister Jane rang me in one of my ‘dour’ moments. It was a little hard to hear what she said at times, but we did manage a little gossip about the past. I really enjoyed that. Bless her cotton socks. I do miss a good natter! Well, I miss a lot of things as well. Getting dressed and going out, health, having a belly that is not filled and bloated. A brain that worked. The ability to walk and run, especially my hobbles through the tree copse, I enjoyed nearly every day. Having hearing and eyesight. Not having PN… Sorry, I’ll shut up about my struggle now.

Of course, the brain may not, but the self-pity periods will no doubt come again. Likely when (If) I can get my head down, and either Anne Gyna or Colin Cramps – sometimes both over the last four nights, keep waking me up from my… erm, what’s it called… Ah, sleep! Then start shoving the Codeines down my throat in desperation and hope of killing the pain enough to get some rest. Even then, occasionally, the brain can be hyperactive; that’s as bad a sleep depriver as the pains. I do need help.

I can see the future headlines; “Man jumps from 12th-floor flat & lives!”

Just my rotten luck! Hehehe!

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Why I took this, I know not. No doubt I had some witty comment in mind at the time (Whenever that was). Or… took it accidentally?

Plates of meat on the first catheter bag emptying.

Good colour; the bag needed emptying more times today than ever!.

Murky!

Still yet, the Catheter Pouch Fills – Great!

The ankles and feet swell a little, and blood under the skin?

Aha, an hour later, much better!

The right ankle ulcer starts to glow? Hehe! No pain with it. A few indentations in the flesh still. What they, I’ve not the foggiest! I suppose it’s all a part and parcel of the unaccountable mysteries, ailments, phantoms, failings and hauntings of 72,Ā  Woodthorpe Court.

TTFN

INCHIE: Tuesday 28th March 2023

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Not much memory in the grey cells of today.
Very late on Tuesday morning, before I wrote this,
Only the above had been done on this blog.
I believe I was in such pain, and with little concentration
power left, I had an early meal (found photo) and
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Carer, Jodie. Who mentioned how tired I looked.
Sorry that there’s not much to read or view this time.
Still no night bags or medications have arrived.

So the constant pains continue, that much I do know.
spent about ten hours in the recliner. Waking up to stabbing
pains every now and then and have to empty the small
day bag regularly. But as for getting up and carrying on
doing the blog, it was impossible; my mind and in-pain
body refused me permission. Tsk!

The Carers are aware of my being without many medications
& bags but cannot encourage the chemist to supply
them? The same with whoever it is that they order the night bags from.
No contact about it from them, but Carers Sam, Carolynne,
and Jodie say they have rung Carrington Pharmacy about it.
Apart from ram-raiding the shop, what else can they do! Hehehe!

I’ll have to make today’s short as well. It’s taking so much more time
to do this blog, with the eyes fading and so many mistakes to correct.
That’s if I ever get it at all. Time… or lack of it, to get things done
is enough to worry over without not getting my medications and
thus adding constant painsĀ  (, and
, Having tumbles via added to the list. I’ve never been so miserable before as what I am now.
It’s the hopelessness and inability to do anything about problems.
, has reduced me to an incompetent,
fearful wimp. Who knows this but is restrained from correcting, or even facing, tackling any of my everyday worries.
Gawd, I’ve just read this – Did I write it?

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Ankle ulcers have lost their glow.

The Iceland Delivery arrived.
Some treats for the gals.
Got the fridge loaded up.

Then it was the Asda order that came.

Pleased to report that Asda has some Sourdough rolls in stock.

Bit of a cock-up with the tray of vegetables. (Fancy that?)
I thought I’d ordered a potato & leek mix. But, no!
This one had continental vegetables, which included three on my Do-Not-Eat list from the hospital. Also, it had chinks of capsicums in it. I’ll hand this to one of the gals tomorrow. (I gave it to Denise in the morning)