Photographs – Page 53

Inchy: Tues 2nd Jan 2024 Blanks in the Memory!

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I thought things might get a little better today…
To support my vain hopes, I did pray,
Not seriously, or to a silly degree…
Yet I thought the Angels had heard me…
I begged for the day to go hassle-free!
The chemist rang from the dispensary…
The nurse phoned to be with me on Wednesday,
Carer Kara to do my checks, financially,
Made a mess of my order from J Sainsbury,
Phoned Sister Jane; she was away,
My Doctor called, I’ve got a Vitamin F deficiency,
New tablets will be sent by the Pharmacy…
I can’t recall all that happened, dearie me!
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That’s how it goes when I decide to pray!
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Oh, heck, darker this time.

Got up really early and escaped the clutches of the c1966, £300 Oxfam charity shop bought, second-hand, wincingly grotty, beige coloured, crumb-covered from my nocturnal nibblings, itch-making, uncomfortable, positively unhealthy & dangerous, no longer operational, virus-breeding, easy-to-fall-out-of, pungently aromad Catheter-tube-trapping, recliner. And a rare spurt of enthusiasm overcame me. Not for long!
As I was washing the mug I’d missed from last night, I decided to get a stand-up wash and shave early cause the food was arriving between 6-7:00hrs, and I wanted to make a start on the blog catch-up before it arrived.
Another plan snipered! I thought I heard the weak tinkling from the intercom. Thinking I may have misread the clock, and the Asda man was at the door. Off to the hallway, but there were no lights on the intercom. But did I get back to cleaning up the pottery? No! Instead, I went in the wet room and first thing…
Which took a while to clean up.

Early photo.
Later photo.

Then, I started to get ready to get the shaving done… The hot water had gone cold! Yes, I’d done it again and left the faucet running!.
I was a smidgeon worried about it, but had no choice other than to boil a saucepan and kettle and to use and carry it from the kitchen to the wet room repeatedly.
However, it was like a miracle… I did not have any visits from, or . No. Not even a single knee collapsing from or , while carrying the hot water!
And during the shave, only two minor nicks!!!
I finished the stand-up washing, and as I left the wet room, I made sure the tap was off, thinking how well I’d coped with the water-lugging without injury! . Then, as I was going through the door… I clouted my right shoulder against the door frame, setting off …there’s more… I realised I had not put my spectacles on, which may have had something to do with my shoulder charging the door frame, and I went back into the wet room to get the spectacles.
I sneezed as I was reaching for them, and an . I groped about to get a hold of them, which I did, and the left lens shot out of the frame as I did! I took this photo of the state of my poor face after I’d untangled myself from the wheeled trolley and mop bucket.

I did feel, and look like a fool!
At least the right leg looked a lot better.

I got the dressing gown on but no socks, ankle, or leg strappings yet. Until the Carer arrives.

The Asda PPs were put on. Then I got the computer on and went through the most farcical hour of struggling and getting things wrong while on CorelDraw. I’m not sure why, but I was in trouble with how to do specific actions – that I usually do every day on CorelDraw. I got myself into a mess with it. At that stage, I chimed out and walked. Who was not pleased that I needed the diabetic socks and leg strappings put on.
It was the end of his shift, and the poor lad was looking weary; I felt a bit guilty. But I told him not to bother with the ankle straps. At least that saved him a little time.
Rich got the socks and straps on; he didn’t moan when I told of the morning’s terrible start for me and my current out-of-state. Hehehe!

The Asda delivery arrived. It’s not one of the best I’ve had; I’ll tell Ayer why…
A big open, I struggled to get the bags into the kitchen.
Above is the meat with two days of use-by life left on it as it was delivered.
Some of the yoghourts had one day!
Drink treats and my Soda water.
Good stock of spring waters & cordials.
Good choice in sauces.
Cheapo cleaners.
The top half of the fridge.
The bottom half.
Fridge door.

I gave up on making progress with the blog and gave Sister Jane a ring. But no answer, then I realised it was early for her, not an early riser. But she can stay up late and go to concerts, shows etc. So it’s only natural the gal will sleep in a bit. Hehe!

I was going onto the balcony, taking a break from the mess with the computing I’d got into, and a suddenly erupted.
Luckily, I was near the £300 second-hand shop I purchased, c1966, welt-causing, uncomfortable, not-working, itch-inspirational, crumb-containing recliner. And diverted my route to the floor enough to land on the seat with a thud. , the result was . Off to the wet room for . It bled so much that I had to change the PPs. But I did get the fresh ones on easily enough for once. .
An up and down, sort of day!

Rest was at a premium! Sister Jane rang back, and we had a long natter, which I enjoyed. Then I went back out on the balcony and took many photos of the views.
The first one, I foolishly opened the window to take of the end car park mudslide…

The others were taken through the glass; as soon as I’d left the wet room to change the rain-soaked wet dressing gown and slippers. Har-Har!
The window I’d closed earlier.
The next window is to the left.

The next window is on the left.

The last front window.

The left end window. But this downpour only lasted for another hour, but none since. (Returned overnight)

A call came in on my aged mobile Nokia.
It was tough to hear what the man was saying. It was either someone from the Doctor’s Surgery or the Pharmacy. I asked him if he could call back on the landline and gave him the new number, which he was alright with and did for me. Much more transparent… not clear, but far less fuzzy and tinny-echoing.
He was ringing to do a Prescription Update. The first thing he told me was that my last blood test showed that I was critically low in Vitamin B7-12. He is arranging for some new tablets to counter this. I’m to take one a day for a month. I couldn’t hear what they were called.
Then I asked about the site with the Finasteride’s, that they were to reduce the size of the Prostate, and the specialist told me to take them for a month only, and it is now about 7 months, and I’m still on them. Explaining I’m just checking. He said he would talk to the Doctor about it and get back to me later.
Then we reviewed the other tablets, creams and medicines I’m taking, how many, and when I’m given them. And are they helping? I’d no idea, reminding him of my having and now, . He was forbearing with me. He rang off, and I got another telephone call, minutes later; after five days without a call, I was feeling good about this.

I got a call yet again on the landline! It was from my heavenly treasure, known to me as Nurse Hristina, from the DVT Antithrombosis Haematology Clinic, to say she would call in the morning to take a blood sample for the Warfarin INR and Vitamin Deficiency. My ailments are mounting up!

Yet another landline call came in! Yes! The pharmacist, or whatever he is, gave the prescription questions earlier. But, I’ve forgotten what it was he said now. ?

I looked online for suggestions of what food has the most Vitamin B. Mackerel, Crabs and Scallops the last one had the highest amount. So I ordered some from Ocado for Friday, with other bits. Just in case the tablets do not arrive. I rang Sister Jane to ask her how to cook Scallops.

Carer Chris did the last call, not that there was much to do. I’d not eaten yet; walking about with the nocturnal pouch being carried while cooking is not an option for me and is dangerous. So he got to go home early. No sign of my lost laundry yet.
Going to get some nosh sorted now.

Nosh Sorted!
Tomatoes, Green tomato pickled salad. Wholemeal bread with no-butter butter slices. Potato rissoles, and a tangy mandarin yoghourt. It looked good, but it didn’t taste good at all! But I was a little depressed.

TTFNski

Inchy: Sunday 31 December 2023 Worst FND affected day ever!

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A confusing day. Mind Blanks, drifting off into sleep, even when on the computer. I’d had the longest unbroken sleep for ages, yet this did nothing to curb the drooping eyes, lack of concentration and endless run of depression bouts, varying between a few minutes, and hours. I have been nibbling all day long, never eaten so much in a day for many a month.
Generally feeling fatigued without cause or reason.

0400hrs; Woke up, and just laid there, almost unthinkingly, in the itch-creating, bruise-giving, catheter-tube-tugging, crumb-decorated from my nocturnal nibblings, God-awfully uncomfortable, cringingly-grotty, no longer working, dirty beige recliner, anti-sleep designed, c1966, second-hand bought for £300, ten years ago from the charity shop. Four what must have been an hour or so. Joined by , which I don’t think bothered me too much at the time. It felt like having a video playing repetitively in my head, over several mistakes and bad options I’d taken many years ago. I surrendered any resistance, considering myself worthy of the self-lambasting verbal flow.

A good shade this morning.

Three early morning views.
The high moon in the amazingly light sky.

When I got back to the kitchen, the sky seemed to have gotten a lot, very grown much darker?
Or, did I set wrongly?
Closer up.
Even closer.

Not sure why I took this one.

I mosied along to the computer and got myself in a pickle, as I made so many errors, unfelt key depressions, and ended up having to close each open programme, and restart, in the hopes of getting the keyboard that I’d some-buggered up. Miraculously, when I rebooted it was working again.
This temporarily cheered me up.

I went out on the balcony to try and take a shot of the end car park, now seemingly permanent mudslide.

A pad patch here. Two hours at least. I’d just become aware of things, and a new Carer Called. I hope she does again, too. , a lovely gal. She introduced herself, and got the leg strappings on, and sorted the medications for me.

Well, blanks, really. Several over about an hour

I can recall taking this shot. I was in a depression at the time; the keyboard was playing up again… or maybe was, or both of us?

A Carer called, who and when I’m not certain. But after she or he had been, I deflated spiritually and physically. The computer turned off, and I got an early meal made. I swear I thought I’d taken two photos of that meal, recalling that the first one was so bad, that I took another one. But much, much later, hours later, after my failed attempts at sleeping or watching TV, when I got around to putting the photographs on the blog, it was on the card. Yet, the photo of the ice cream I had for desserts, was there on the SD card? !

The attempt to get to sleep failed.
So, I tried watching TV. That failed and became so annoying, I got all agitated with myself. I get have few nodding-offs of a minute or so. No phone calls came in all day. Which is not unusual, but this brought on another depression and bouts of self-pity.
I am having a bad day.
Cheered when I had an Email from HRH Lisa. ♥

I literally sat there afterwards, with the TV pointlessly on, not being controllable, as, indeed, my mind was in a similar position, hazy.

I decided to get back on the computer again and I might as well stay up to get some New Year fireworks shots taken. But my confidence in getting any is minimal, to say the least. But I’ll try, but will I cope with falling asleep and missing them… or the shots coming out badly? Which is likely, as I type this, my old friend is kicking off, and not showing any signs of stopping yet.

Pressed on with this blog, to get as much done as I can before the planned fireworks photographicalisationing begins. If I don’t fall asleep! I didn’t. I think I was doing graphics for the blogs for a couple of hours, but it was going excruciatingly slow.
The late Carer removed the ankle and leg strappings and ointmentated the lower legs. They were not painful at all during the day but started itching away on removal. Resisting scratching was a hard job. Hehe! However, they were a lot better than they had been lately, so a positive at last. The only pain was from the ingrowing toenail toe, that I proceeded to make worse by stubbing it on the £300 second-hand shop bought, c1966. moth-eaten, bedraggled, grotty, cringingly-beige-coloured, much-dilapidated, crumb-containing from my nocturnal nibblings, bug-ridden, itch-inspiring, not working recliner leg. It seems to be going a darker colour and bent more now?

Around 23:00hrs, I tried to take a decent shot of the end car park mudslide; you can just make it out.

The time (midnight) came for me to attempt to take the New Year fireworks photos from the kitchen window. Unbelievably bad shots they were too!

Unintendedly artistic, though?
Unintendedly artistic, though?
Unintendedly artistic, though?
Unintendedly artistic, though?

For a New Year, suitably so,
Artistic, but not a Gainsborough,
Showing a hint of fe-fi-fo?

As into the New Year, we flow…
As a sage, these things I know,
Sunak Rishi will have to go…
A defeated Tory will whistle-blow!
The little boats will exceedingly grow…
For Starmer, a coming body blow!
He will become a confused Pinocchio,
World War instigated via Moscow,
President Xi Jinping, China, also!
Arms Oligarchs’ wealth, will overflow,
The West will lose its limited Mojo,
Europe will ban alcohol & tobacco…
Legalise Cocaine, & Heroin, taxed though,
Then replace football with Subutteo,
Europe will become the last Alamo,
The smaller free word, ran by the Mafioso!
Of course, this is all rubbish – Cheerio!

Another bite to eat.
Two slices of plain bread, with one…
Gorgeous early morning supper!

Oh, I only just remembered…

TTFN, All!

Inchy: Friday 29th December 2023

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04:05hrs: I woke up, bursting into singing, badly out aloud; Oh, What a Beautiful Morning …
Oh, all right then...
I realised I needed a good shave and wash when I sniffed my torso as I got up to release the nocturnal catheter pouch. Hehe!.
The urine was a little dark again.
I was hobbling a smidge dodgily. I went into the kitchen, with the usual fear coming on that I’d find the hot tap or stove had been left on, but all was clear. As I took a photo of the high-in-the-sky moon.
I made a right mess of that one. Tried again…
This one was not a lot better.

Getting the diabetic socks off was not easy, and twice, I nearly took a tumble trying to get back upright after each sock was clawed off the legs. It had to happen, of course, as I tripped on the leg quilt that I had taken off. Somewhat painfully, although I didn’t hit the deck, managing to lean toward the itch-creating, bruise-giving, catheter-tube-tugging, crumb-decorated from my nocturnal nibblings, God-awfully uncomfortable, cringingly-grotty, no longer working, dirty beige recliner, anti-sleep designed, c1966, second-hand bought for £300, ten years ago from the charity shop, which broke my fall.

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Off to the wet room. First things first…
Yellowy, runny, stinky!
Above all, it was messy!

I’d got the larger Morrisons PPs on and set about removing them along with the dried blood from , after he’d been tugged at by the . The crusted haemoglobin broke, and red flowed down my leg onto the floor. I had to clean it up before starting shaving, in case I slipped on it. That’s two close calls this morning. At the back of my mind, I knew a third was due.
A good job. I rose early again. But had to rush things a little in case the Carer called early.

Got the floor cleaned and started to get the shaving done. Things went well today. Just one teeny-weeny nick on the ear hole. But not for long...
Putting the razors away and dropping them both it was a deja vu again! I hit my forehead on the edge of the sink, and noticed, somehow, I’d missed it earlier when shaving, but the red-eye was back again.
Well, that was the third out of the way.

Dressing gown back on; it was a little cold without the strappings and socks on. But not for long…
Ten minutes later, arrived. She Germolened the right leg for me first off.
Then got the diabetic sock on for me, and we got the leg straps on between us. She did a good job of them. Then she issued the medications for me.
She’s spent a little longer with me than usual due to the extra fittings needed, and she had to rush off. Bless her. Did a good job all around.

I was on the blogging, and doing well, I thought.
Suddenly it was three hours later, and called on me. I was in a bit of a state of losing the memory of what I’d been doing for so long, and I mentioned the FND symptoms, of which memory loss is included, and she listened to me, which was nice. She took the laundry down with her for me.

After she’d departed, I made a brew of Glengettie.

Then returned to the computer to see what I’d been doing for hours. I came across a cloud photo that I must have taken earlier too.
This inspired me to take a look at the end car park mudslide, and I took this.
The pool had shrunken a little.

The leggings had not slipped. Mariam had done a good job on them this morning.

I made another mug of tea, and to my surprise, turned up. Where had the time gone? I was not concentrating at all.

No rush, I related the FND findings, but each time I looked at him he was on his mobile phone. Hehe! Nothing unusual with that. I was getting things off my chest to anyone who’d listen today. Even those who didn’t listen. Hahaha!

It is not advisable to think that because things like & have occurred three times in a day, and you have prevailed, it does not mean the fourth will not be the start of the next three. If you get my grift? I decided to get the oven heating up for the sausage and roast potatoes to be cooked for the daily meal later on.

I dropped the tray of potatoes, oh Woe…
The dish landed on my ingrowing toenail toe,
Slipped, retrieving each potato…
On the oven, I banged my elbow,
Got them in the oven, on the wrong regulo,
And I’ve lost my remaining libido!
Hehehe!

Do not be idle like wot I was, and buy any Asda prepared frozen roasting potatoes for any meal.
You will not like them unless you like the flavour of mushy-crushed cardboard. I imagine if anyone ate them, they would end up with tummy aches, as wot I did. And I only ate four of them before dishing the others in the waste bin, post haste.
Although Not Glorious This Time!

Washing the pots, and the view on offer from the kitchenette widow, although a little dull with the clouds, was still Bootiful!
Then a closer Kodak Tim shot was taken.
A charm in this one?

CHEERS!

Inchy: Thurs 28 Dec 2023 Paroxysmal Impairment

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A day of lack of concentration, depression, mistakes and frustrations. However, I did get some graphics done in advance. But it took me that long to achieve; the night and darkness had fallen, and I did little else all day. No shower or shave, no cooking or eating. I just got carried away with making the graphics and odeing. I couldn’t help it. The depression convinced me to do what I enjoy doing cause nothing is going to help my memory, dizziness, loss of balance and confusion.
It is at this moment, 18:20hrs. And I’m just starting this blog going. So, it will be another scarcity of details. Mainly cause I’m so tired and cannot remember much of what has happened! Sorry!
Gonna be another lack of sleep night, methinks.

04:14hrs: Woke up. It seemed a good idea, but I don’t know why I bothered!

Nocturnal urine was a bit lighter.

Started by sorting the waste bags into one.

The plan was to get a shower & shave, so I left off the leg and ankle straps when Carer Richard arrived. When I asked him not to put them on, I asked if he could please ring my landline, as I’d not had any calls coming in and was worried that Liberty-Global may have gone off again. I gave him the wrong number and cheered him up. He verbally suggested that I was a nuisance – he was right. I found the correct number, and he rang again; the first one I gave him was for the Audio Clinic. Tsk! The landline rang. Thus, it made me feel much better that no one had rung me for four days. Humph! Sulk! Hehe!

I am off to the wet room for the only visit up till now of this very wet, rainy Thursday.
Hey-Ho!

I took a half-decent shot to the moon as I made a brew of Glengettie… Dropped the mug, broke the mug, cleaned up the mug, and cut my hand doing so, and depression kicked off, along with self-anger.
Apart from getting in a tangle with computer blogging, I did little apart from taking photos of the rain all day into the evening. Self-Pitying Paul visited.

Making another mug of tea later, I thought about cleaning up the mess in the kitchenette window ledge. That’s as far as it got… thinking about it. Boy, was I in a low mood today? Yes, that is the answer.

I topped up the Carers & Nurses nibble box.

I took three rainy photos later from the balcony.
To the left, it was lighter as the sun was trying to rise.

Then, straight ahead.

Took the one above a couple of hours later.

An hour later, A depressed and only semi-interested Inchy took a snap of the end car park mudslide.

Later, I spotted a chap from the flats on his disability scooter going up the gravel path to the park. He was driving along like Stirling Moss. The legal limit for these is 8 mph, but he was rattling away at well over that speed and uphill. If I get one, I’ll ask him where he got this one from.

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I took another shot of the same area as I did about two hours ago. The watery mud must have doubled in size! If the rain doesn’t stop soon, folks will need waders, maybe even a snorkel, to get to their car! Hehe!

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Getting dark now, but the rain had stopped.

I tried to take three shots of the late evening view.
Not good this one…
Not good, but better than the first?
Ah, well!

I didn’t, and not much wiser now that I’ve seen the rings on this explanation, what’s different about the yellow glove? Ah, I’ve gorrit now!

Bread at last!
I got the bread, all but one loaf, into the freezer to last me until next week’s Asda delivery.
The tomato sauce I ordered turned out to be something else. It warned on the label that it was an extra pungent chilli sauce. I’ll give that away!
The Danish loaf (substituted for Milk Roll bread) was eaten later with the evening meal.

I put some honeyed parsnips in the oven. And a can of curried beans, with tomato & basil sauce, and a suitable splashing of the Beetroot Borscht into the pan. Adding some gammon slices cut up.
Slurp!

Carer Israel arrived as I was serving it up.
No ankle or leg straps to take off. He gave me medications and attached the Catheter Nocturnal bag extension to the day bag. Nice lad!

Zzz!

Inchy: Tuesday 26th December 2023

It seems to me that every week, some animal is freed from a life sentence for murder and commits another killing! This scumball Bierton has now achieved three murders of elderly women, two while released from prison with the blessings of the overpaid, incompetent members of our HMG Parole Board, killers!
Enough is enough!!!
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Well, what happened when I woke up at 04:30 was terrific. I thought as I looked through the open, curtained balcony window, a ghost or even person waving at me! Well, when I got around to uploading the photo I took of it: Of course, it could have been splattered nocturnal bird poo?
It did look like that. Can you see it? Or is it just me and having a mental disagreement over the issue? Obviously, it is just a reflection from somewhere. I hope! Hahaha!

I escaped from the second-hand shop bought nine years ago for £300, c1966 built, discomfiting, alarmingly beige-coloured, crumb-containing, TV remote hiding, not working recliner, and released the Catheters nocturnal pouch, and took a snap of it with.
The contents were much lighter this morning.

After ponderisationing for a while, I made a decision…
Yes! These things still happen occasionally. I recall making up my mind in 1961, August 27th it was. But Grizelda had other ideas on that occasion, so we didn’t go to the pictures but stayed at home, making mad, passionate love. I recall it, cause I’m still hoping to be in that position again before I croak out…
Oh no, I can’t, can I, not now, with the bloody Catheter on and the damned Finasteride tablets tearing my prostate to shreds, thus I have no way of producing the goods anymore. Gragknangles!
Not that I’m likely to find myself in such a position again. I’m waffling, aren’t I? Sorry. I grabbed hold of, it and limped into the kitchen to get the kettle on to make a brew of my favourite drinkie, Glengettie tea. But the site through the windows, was showing the moon through the clouds. So I fetched , and had a go at taking a decent shot for once.
I was pretty pleased with my first close-up effort.
I tried again, a little more zoomed in.

By Jimminee, this was a decent effort.
I nearly got excited; it’s been that long since a shot-in-the-dark photo came out like this for me, after so many failures or intentional modern art efforts. That a
erupted. Haha!

But the kettle did not get put on. My memory magically and momentarily engaged and reminded me that I had to shower and shave before a Carer arrived.
A change of plans again; my hesitancy, indecisiveness. uncertainty and dithering returned.

I made another decision – Oh, Yes! I will not have a shower at this time in the morning and wake the neighbours with the noise it makes. I’ll have a strip wash and shave instead. I was pretty pleased with myself for doing that, and yet another mini was enjoyed…but not for long.
I got the clothes ready to get into, put the dressing gown in the laundry bag, and tackled getting the diabetic socks off of the legs. This was when I realised I had not taken off the alert alarm or medical wristbands, so I did. Then, I had the wrong glasses on for shaving as I went in through the wet room door. As I turned to go back to swap the specs, I hit the door frame with the right shoulder, and this set-off, , which was not a good thing when shaving. My started to fall all over the place! The earlier enjoyed smug modes were a distant memory now. So, I changed plans after a little ambivalent faffling. I decided to remove the PPs…
Gawd, had Little ever bled so much before overnight. NO! The blood had dried rock solid on my hair and skin! Naturally, the removal of the pants caused it to start bleeding afresh! More mess to clean up and another battle to stop it bleeding!
I’ll not mention the pain, either. But it hurt.

Then, as I was struggling to to get the fresh PPs on…
That was nice for a change.

So, the rear quarters were thoroughly washed and medicated… taking care not to disturb .

Then, a good all-over body scrub. Well, where could I reach to get it without bending and causing any further damage to the testicle quarters?
Then, being as had died down, I tackled the shaving. Amazingly, I avoided any cuts on the neck or face whatsoever!

Oh, dearie, me…
I was putting away the shaving tackle, I dropped a razor, & automatically grabbed it before it hit the deck.
So, the medicationalisationing started again. I sliced a mini-slither of flesh from the end of my thumb on the razor blades. Luckily it was the right thumb, so there was no pain at all, as we were not getting through to my brain to tell it what had happened at the time. A heck of a lot of cleaning and medication had to be done. Tsk!
Thanks to the Germolene and heavy-duty plasters.

I got the fresh togs on and off to the kitchen to prepare the potatoes and peas for later.
I returned to the wet room to check I’d not left the water running; all was safe.
The itching started again on the legs.
I got on the computer, but the itching was very tempting to scratch, but I managed to avoid it.

Made a brew at last.

The lad looked drained when he came and was not in a good mood; he’d been doing extra calls.
I asked him if he would put some of the cream for the Acne on my legs. He did so, and then he got the diabetic socks and legging straps.
Hope he can get some rest today.

Afternoon Shot.
Evening Shot.
Night shot to the right.
Night shot ahead.
Night shot to the left.
Not so good, this one.

Nibbler did the last two calls.
removed.
The papule lesions were creamed by Chris.

This may have been a top-scoring rating had it not been for the terrible Asda potatoes. The sausages, peas and, in particular, the green pickled tomato salad were all great and tasty! I’ve taken to these pickled tomatoes. The ingredients are Green Tomatoes 50%, Water, Red Pepper, Vinegar, Sugar, Carrot, Onion, and Salt. At only £1.69 a jar on a Special Offer at Asda, I got carried away and ordered another jar to be added to next week’s delivery. Nice, tangy!

Now For a Shock for You (and me)…
YEE-HAA!

Inchy: Saturday 23rd December 2023

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I had to take off my nocturnal pouch in the night. I’d forgotten to ask the Carer to empty the day bag before attaching the might pouch, and the bag was getting too full and rather painful in the bladder area. Ruined my sleep as well with having to get it taken off.
05:00hrs: Hence, the colour of the urine when I got up in the day bag, was far too deep. Humph!

Meandered into the kitchenette, got the kettle on, and tried for a change, to take a decent morning photograph.
They were of my usual standard – rubbish!

Made up a waste bag from the others, and as I placed it near the front door, I had to hasten… well, hobble swiftly to the wet room for the morning session.
Gorblimey, that was messy again!

I attempted to take a Kodak Tim shot worthy of presenting in this marvellous, entertaining, fascinating Daily Inchy Today blog. (Ahem!)
The first one wasn’t…
The second is even worse.
But the sky came out alright.

Carer Christopher arrived. I mentioned my forgetting to ask him to empty the day bag last night before attaching the night pouch. He did a good job in getting the leg strappings on for me. Medicated too.

Got on the computer and confused myself as I lost concentration and somehow started doing different tasks at the same time – and lost track of what I was doing. I’m doing this more often lately.

Hence my disappointment at not speaking with the Doctor, the Cognitive Impairment Psychotherapist, on Thursday. I wanted to speak with someone who understood and may have been able to give some advice or guidance to me… But, No!

The needed emptying.
Still looking too dark to me. I drank more

Carer Dochal (I think) arrived. Medications, check on the lifeline check was done.

Back on the computer trying to sort out where I was before. Sister Jane rang me. Said she’d given me her new address in with her Christmas Card. She’ll email it to me as well. I emailed it to Obergruppenfurheress Warden Deana later on, for the record.

Back on the Computer… and the door chime rang out. It was a delivery of the table I’d ordered. I’m hoping that it will fit under the chair so I can eat with less chance of spilling, knocking anything or dropping stuff on the floor; curtsey of Shaking Shoulder Shirley, Dizzy Dennis, an involuntary Peripheral Pete Leg Dance, Reflux Roger, Loss of Balance Belinda, or Colin Cramps. But I fear things are not going to work out. Why? I’ll tell yers!
The well-sellotaped box it arrived in, was awfully light. I can imagine myself getting the shakes and knocking the table about with ease and spilling, dropping and swearing a little, maybe, when I use it?

An hour or so later, the pouch was near;y full again!
But it did look a ‘lighter shade of pale!’ (Wasn’t that the title of a song back in the day?).

At last, it’s getting lighter outside, too.
Well into the afternoon now as well.

Back on the computer. Creating the ode of the day now… But inspiration & concentration is still scarce.
Getting dark earlier than ever.

did the next check. I took his Health Checks before he left. Another good one from the lad, a healthy specimen of a Carer. Hehe!

Caught some contrails in the oddly coloured evening sky, with the sunset… It was Bootiful!

Then I set about getting the roast potatoes out of the oven, and into a pan of Chilli Soup with added soy, liquid smoke flavour and Worcester sauce.
Flavour Rating: 9.2/10. Gorgeous!

Went to wash the fodder things.
How the view had changed from 30mins ago!

I bet you all got this one!

Closed the computer down and went to check that I’d not left the hot water tap (faucet) running.
Another change of view.

All ready for Monday yet?
Whatever you do, don’t forget…
Although I am a simple poet,
Take heed of this little odelet,
Take care when doing a pirouette,
Or backing a 5/1 favourite…
Christmas, at home with your poppet,
Keep your money in your pocket…
Save cash; have a pigeon, no piglet,
And send me some money…
That will rescue me…
Lost my bank card & number, see?
I also lost it in 1953…
I’ll accept donations, appreciatively,
They’ve also turned of my electricity!
I’m not seeking pity or sympathy!
Just money, by the pound, not penny!

This ode was only meant to be funny!

Keep Happy!

Inchy: Thur 21 Dec: The Psychotherapist Appointment – that wasn’t!

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Nocturnal pouch, lighter this morning.

Rain and howling wind when I opened the kitchenette window. Caught a few refreshing drops of cold rain in the mush. I did laugh!

: I struggled to get the diabetic socks off of my legs. Causing a mini , which cost me a lot of time and pain cleaning up, before I trod it all over the floor. Which didn’t work cause I trod it all over the floor and then the hallway as I fetched the vacuum!
I didn’t actually spit, but came close!
I only had one cut shaving, but it was a fairly decent one, requiring the application of the Brut aftershave a few times before I stemmed the flow.
For once, and this is very rare indeed, I only had one short . Which barely lasted for about three seconds! Great! I’m anticipating some follow-up sessions, though.
The Red Eye was hardly noticeable! But as the carer mentioned later, it is above the eye that he can see it?

Then…
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I sorted the waste bags.
Then got onto the computer to try to get some blogging done while I had the time.

. arrived. He’s got a lot on today, but he didn’t mind. The new ankle socks were looked at, but we continued with the diabetic long socks, which after creaming the lesions were put on, then the ankle straps. Then the leg straps… then repeated on the left leg. He did a good job of them today, and I was able to get the inside-outside slippers on easily enough, bless him. I was going to ask him to help me get the trousers on, but decided against this, differed that I am, when I recognised that I would not be able to empty the day catheter while the trews was on, so didn’t. I’ll get them on later. Hopefully, without any s.
Then empty the pouch just before the battle to get the trousers on. But feel sure it’ll go alright.

was bleeding, and I had some red skin on the leg near the top of one of the straps. So they got a bit of medicationing from me.

I did a bit of work on this blog after finishing off yesterday’s. Then started to collate the things needed for the hospital visit.

Being the idiot I am. I set of down in the lift to get to the foyer on the ground floor, the elevator doors opened… and I realised I’d left the camera and hearing aids up in the flat – Wot a Burk! So, back up to the apartment. (It sounds classier than the flat, Hehehe) Could I find the hearing aids that I know I’d left on the ottoman? No! Well, not for ages, eventually finding them in the kitchen on the window ledge. I shot down so as not to miss the lift from Easy Link.
The driver was the pleasant lady who took me to the hospital. Lovely gal. She had two other passengers on the bus, I tried talking to them in greeting, but the two were not responsive, poor things, still I tried to give them the odd nod and smile en route. I was dropped off first at the Audio Clinic. I got a little confused when I got out, but the lady made a joke of it, she is sweet. I asked if she would be picking me up to go back, and she said no. So I insisted she take a drinkie and nibbles from the . Why she asked me. I said ’cause it’s Christmas, and I’ll sulk if you don’t take some. She laughed and obliged me.
I thought there was time to take some photographs of the front of the building…
In my earlier semi-panic to find the hearing aids, I’d forgot all about getting . Boy, I was getting weed off with myself!
Into the Psychotherapist Appointment…
That wasn’t a Psychotherapist Appointment!
I’d looked forward to it so much as well. A chance to explain all my difficulties and problems to someone at long last. But No! I should be so lucky! The lady on reception casual said, “Oh, we put the wrong department on the letter, did we?” As she was reading it! That and the earlier cock-ups lessened my spirits.
I took a seat as instructed and waited for my name to come up on the new panel on the wall. It seemed ages before my turn came, but I was in no rush.
I thought I’d have a go at the crossword book at least I’d remembered to take that and a pen…
But not my reading glasses!
Some days are destined to go wrong… well, in my case, every day is, and does!
My name came up and a young lady came to fetch me to her room. I was there not for the mental condition, but to have new hearing aids tested and supplied!
I fear I could not resist telling her and showing her the letter, and of my disappointment and followed up with all the hassle with the computer, the landlines, the new TV, and the Emergency Alarms all going down. She wasn’t interested at first, but by the time I stopped the moaning and groaning, I’d converted her to show sympathy for me at least. Hahaha!
She did a magnificent job of testing my ears, and the new aids are working brilliantly. She was told earlier of my inability to replace the tubing nowadays and told me to ring for an appointment and come in and they will do it when needed for me. She also gave me some batteries to take with me. Lovely-jubbly!
When I got out to the waiting, reception area, ~I knew there would be another cock, I’d made five and these tend to come in threes – I’d forgotten what time the bus was picking me up. I could not see the front door from the seating area. The thought of going out in the terrible winds that were blowing was not good. On the way in, we saw many rows of dustbins that had been blown all over the place in Sherwood, City Centre and the college area. In fact, when I went out to see if the bus had arrived, the hearing aids were nearly blown out of my tab holes. Also, I could feel the pressure of the filling-up catheter bag in the trousers, most uncomfortable. I dare not go to empty it, in case I missed the lift…
Then a receptionist man came to me, I must have been showing signs of concern or something, and asked if he could help with whatever the problem was. bless him.
He then fetched a high chair and put it in their foyer, so I could watch for the minibus arriving. Which it did an hour & ten minutes later. Steve, I think the driver’s name was. He’d looked after me before. So I insisted he have some treats as well. When we got back to the flats… erm, apartments (Haha!) How I got those hundred yards to the foyer door without being blown over, losing a hearing aid, or being hit by the twigs, empty bottles and bags in the wind, I don’t know.

I was so glad when I got inside.

Home photos taken. I think they are in chronological order, as they came on Kodak Tim. Here they are:

First photo when I got in.
Later…
Drizzling starting.
The pouch just emptied.
Excellent colour!
Drizzling still…
As it was an hour later…
Persisting…
Aha, stopping at last.
returned the laundry for me.

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Very nice nosh. Flavour: 8.3/10.
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Wobble on here, so tried again.
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Ah, this was a better effort!

I hope so! Cheers!

I’m still miffed at not seeing someone about my neurological problems today.
Since getting home, I had a and a few . AGAIN! I left the hot tap running and the water ran cold. Then also, yet again , while trying to get the heavy large quilt folded. A landing on the knees affair, so it could have been far worse… still painful mind, with &
the main victims of the incident. on his next and last call, folded the quilt for me.

Best of Luck, each!

Inchy: Wednesday20th December 2023

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05:25hrs: A modicum of live rewoven, and without delay kicked off. But, from somewhere deep inside, I mustered an attitude that broke his grip for once… I thought something along the lines of, “Why don’t you go away? You pissed up my sleep all night, and now you’re having a go at me during the day. I refuse to let you get at me you thing of questionable parentage!” I’ve rearranged the exact terminology used, but I think you’ll get the idea. And it worked!
The colour of the urine in the nocturnal pouch was better this morning.

Bit of a long session today. I spent much more time cleaning up than pooing! I sorted out the mess, and to the main room to have a good drink of the spring water.
The first twist of the new bottle of soda water, and the contents were sprayed out, some hitting the ceiling, most of it landing on the chair and quilt, not to mention soaking my dressing gown and legs!

it was the Asda order arriving. chimed from the door buzzer, and the driver put the things into carriers for me, bless him. No rushing, he patiently waited while I took a bag at a time to the kitchen and returned to the door for more.
Cleaners in the first bag, were despatched to storage areas. Sounding organised?
Basic fodder, potatoes and bread. I’d bought too much bread; there was no room in the freezer for it all. Tsk! But, I gave some away.
The freezer was filled to capacity. Lots of nosh, bacon, veggies, chips, and of course, the Asda Lamb & Mutton Burgers that I’ve fallen in love with. No chance of running out of food in the next two food deliveryless weeks ahead.
A bit of room left in the fridge, though. Not to fret, tons of canned soups, beans etcetera in the cupboards to have with some of the mass of bread in stock. Two jars of Polish Pork Knuckle in the fridge too. The tomatoes were, unfortunately, Spanish ones. They taste terrible, this time of year. I was hoping they’d send Dutch, but, no luck. A load of treats & nibbles are now available for the Christmas and New Year carers & nurses. Bless ’em all!
Arrived as I was clearing up after putting the fodder away. I mentioned my not getting any calls in on the new phone, but I could ring out. Richard got his mobile and got the unknown number message. Then he rang his own phone on my landline, and my new but no one told me I had a new number, for the landline, number came up on his mobile. I think! Good old Richard!

I grafted away on yesterday’s blog. I was doing a decent job, too. Then, Jillie came into the room. Didn’t half make me jump. Hehehe! Lovely to see her again, mostly telling her about the internet, TV and landline problems. Chimed out again. In walked Obergruppenfürheress Warden Deana. Two females within – the excitement was growing. HaHa! But following both voices was difficult and I was getting a smidge confused, but happily. Jillie departed. After insisting, that she takes some treats with her. Handed Deana the flowers from yesterday with some treats. arrived ♥, I was so glad to see her. She really helped me out today, in many a way, I say!
Sorted out paperwork that needed shredding and did it for me. Showed me how to record a programme on the new TV. I think I’ve got it now. She set up the TV to record ‘Heartbeat’ for me. ♥
After the gal had departed, I was always sad. Then, I sent an email to those who may want to phone me with the new number. Only Jenny rang me. But it was to tell me she’s tried three times to get through on the new number, and couldn’t! This was depressing news for me. She rang off and tried again, and got through? My first phone call on the new landline. Hurrah! But, no one else had got through. I rang Sister Jane, but she couldn’t. She’ll try again later in the day. I rang the Doctor’s with the new number. Kara rang the earlier and confirmed the lift for the morning to see and return from my visit to see the psychotherapist… Which still amazes me. I mentioned to the lady in the reception at the Audio Clinic, that I could no longer change the tubing on my hearing aids, due to my Peripheral Neuropathy. Explaining that this means my neurotransmitters are dying, and I cannot sense touching things or not; the brain is not getting the messages, or getting the wrong ones. And she booked me an appointment to see the Dementia Psychotherapist, tomorrow. This may prove to be of help to me, I hope, anyway.

After hours of blogging and mistake-making, I stood up to get to the kitchenette in search of a nibble… The day pouch almost fell to my ankles; it was that full. But, I rescued the situation in my usual calm, efficient manner. Well, it didn’t burst anyway!

Time to get a meal sorted out. Bacon bits, tomatoes, passata, liquid sea salt, Milk Roll bread and a banana. Very Nice! Flavour Rating: 8.3/10. After washing the things up, I destroyed three bags of cheesy curls. Hehe!

The missing flag fooled me. Tsk!

Keep Safe!

Inchy: Tuesday 19th December 2023

I’m dejected, depressed, despondent, downcast downhearted, demoralised, in the doldrums and discouraged. Why? I’ll tell yers!
The Red-Eye is redder. The Urine is darker. Cartilages Chloe & Carole are so painful and have given way a few times on me already. The Mystery rib pains are back again. I cut myself four times shaving. Neuropathy Pete has had two unintentional leg dances before 06:00hrs!
Clouted my Cartilage in Chloe’s knee both times. The Cathy Cateter contraption seems to work when only it wants to, having no bearing on how much I’m drinking or not. When I’d finished shaving and taken off the PPs, the blood from overnight had encrusted on the Catheter tube, my testicles, thighs and the protection pants. I’ve never had this so bad before. But, naturally, a man of my pain-bearing capabilities and heroic nature, did not cry out and swear, or nearly lose my balance as I started to clean things up, or spit on the floor!

Throughout the day, as of up to 15:00hrs which it is now, I’ve had three leg dances, a minor tumble, and now, had to when she kicked off for at least an hour of non-stop jiggling in an effort to dislodge the shoulder socket. Which, in turn, caused so many mistakes on the computer, I had to stop using it until Shirley had settled. Yet, I’m not complaining, for today there were two moments of sheer joy; admittedly, the second one didn’t last long, but still, every minor victory helps.

I’ve paid two visits to the , and they were both as near to normal as they have ever been in many a month of Sundays. Nice, not messy!

I realised that I had a cottage pie in the fridge, and planned to have some beetroot with it later on.
I didn’t, because when Carer Richard arrived on his first call, the use-by date was yesterday! Humph!.

Now, the computer is playing up again. I’m not taking any chances, I’ll get the photos on quick before it goes down again…

Oh, heck, that’s dark!

Morning views.

Again, not very good.

Into the wet room to get the ablutions done.

A bloody shaving session today.

The JS Delivery arrived.

I got some of the apple & mint drinks in again; they were popular with the carers & nurses.

Got the bread in the freezer, so as not to need an order Christmas week at all.

Stocked up the treats shelves.

The mudslide returned.

Flowers for the wardens are an early Christmas treat. I hope not to order anything again this year.
Deana could not get to fetch them but will do so in the morning. I hope they last.

The carers’ and nurses’ nibble was box filled up.My nibbles.

Sod-dit, not feeling well again.
I’ll get some food and a sit-down.
A lot of concentration and effort went into creating this simple sausage and potato meal, with Milk Roll bread.
Flavour Rating: 7/10. The dessert…
Flavour Rating 8.2/10.

The Differences Declared…

TTFNski, Folks!

Monday 18th December 2023

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05:00hrs: I stirred after spending the night about 50/50 sleeping and jumping awake. Nocturnally, my upset , and were all in activation mode, and a smidgeon of self-pity came over me. As the coughing started. Followed, immediately I tried to mode, by the involuntary sharp in-taking of breaths? Nowt new, it was the same yesterday, but I’d hoped things would have died down a little by now.
Then, as I stood up to get to photograph the colour of the bag’s urine… I emitted what can only be called a cry in pain of Argh! Or similar. As kicked off, and will be with me as I hobble until January the something when the foot-lady calls on me. This is not a good prospect. Then again, have I any good prospects ahead of me? Not had many in the past, either. Haha!
I meandered… well, hobbled slowly to the wet room, for action, a needed activation, from the rear end. I felt no urgency, but thank heavens I went when I did: The second my bottom hit the plastic raised seat, the flow began of its own accord. Eurgh!
To the kitchenette, and took this rather failed photograph of the first morning view.
How I got this, I do not know. But I tried again…
Another cock-up effort.
Although the row of houses looked remarkably like an Indian or Aztec carved head to me. Can you see it?
I suppose me being either a gifted pareidolian or bonkers, see it clearly. Haha!
I was beginning to feel less hassled now. Not exactly what I would call well, or supercalifragilisticexpialidocioused, but betterer the I did when I woke up.

Carer Richard arrived, and he soon got the diabetic socks and leggings on for me. Medicated issued, and he took a note of the prescription meds in the drawer. He took the laundry with him, which I appreciated, cause the last two callers didn’t.

As I got on with the blogging, and finally finished yesterday’s… all of the same ailments, plus the Mystery rib pains, began again.
I was not in good shape when the second Carer arrived.

I tried to get the ode done, but my concentration was bad at that moment. I reckon I’ve caught a chill or something. The were even worse. So, I gave up. I’m going to have an early meal and settle down for a break.
I took a Kodak Tim photo while prepping the fodder to have.
My pareidolia came out again. One of the little clouds (circled, right) looked just like a mouse to me. Just thought I’d mention it. I emptied out what drop there was of urine in the day pouch, and off to get the nosh cooking.
Ten minutes or so later, the empty pouch looked like this on the left!!!
No wonder my innards are playing up, then?
Still, it was a much lighter, almost perfect colour… which baffled me a little.
Mystery photo taken yet again here? Why, what for, when and any reasoning is not on the agenda at the moment. Another accidental activation?
Made a brew and got back on the computer for a while getting some blog catching-up done. Well, I say done, I made so many cock-ups I gave up after an hour or so.
I spent what seemed like an aeon getting the meal prepped, and eventually served up. Crispy potato cakes, garden peas and soya mini-sausages. Some rounds of milk roll bread and a sauce dip at hand. Worth it, even if I was fighting to stay awake. Flavour: 8.8/10. Ate it all up, and delved into the fridge to get some ice cream for afters. Very tasty they were too. I had three bars of wafered ice cream & chocolate. Hehe!

Washed the pots, and down in, or rather on, the £300, bought eight years ago from the second-hand shop, Harold Haemorrhoid testing, repugnantly beige-coloured, crumb containing, virus-breeding, acne-giving, rickety, none-working recliner. Put the TV on, but couldn’t stay awake to watch anything. Zzz!
woke me up an hour later. I was not in good shape response-wise.

I was off back to sleep within seconds of his departure. I think I was dreaming something about my teen years, but I’m not sure if she gave in to my charms or not… because woke me up on the last visit of the day. Don’t recall much of it. He removed the leg strappings and issued the medications.

But could I get back to sleep this time? NO! Well, I did, but not for hours, which was a little hauling because I knew I had to get up early to get the ablutioning done… this is because I’d left the hot tap running cold again this afternoon, and was irked by my own stupidity yet again, three times in the last three days I’ve done this!
Then, of course, the real reason for my not getting to sleep arrived. … he kept on installing what sounded like evidence in a courtroom being read out… reminding me of my past failings, bad decisions and lack of success. On, and on he went!
When I say he went on, naturally, it was me doing it. I think. If I hate myself this much, the self-loathing must be mentioned to the Doctor on Thursday’s visit. But the shame and embarrassment do not make it easy.

May your foibles prove festal,
Peace dawns, unhesitatingly,
Have fun with your festoonery,
And you avoid anything festy!
You get freebies, frequently…
And you have fun, frenetically!

Fare Thee Well!