INCHY: Tuesday 15th August 2023 – Worran-Odd-Day!

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IN ODE
Much to my pleasure and amazement…
No mental/physical pains or abusement!
I thought to depression I was impotent…
Much to my pleasure and amazement…
Realising this may change, just to be expedient,
It did! I suddenly felt enfeeblement!
Dizziness; too weak to feel incandescent,
For around an hour, I was impuissant,
Never before been so suddenly languescent!
Another annoying new pesterment!
I believe I was momentarily solivagant,

Luckily, this ailment was only transient!
Of to do the ablutions, they proved to be sanguinolent!.
Accifauxpas… not through my being totipotent…
Peripheral Pete’s Leg Dance, was persistent…
Shaking-Shoulder-Shirley was intent…
causing me many a razor-
shaving accident!
The shower-power-box was absonant…
After hitting my head on it, I applied urticant!
The day went from pleasant to recalcitrant!
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06:30hrs: removed

Waste bags sorted out.

Computer on…

Off to the .
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I think I had one like this early last week?

Spotted what looked like a cat or dog, in the bottom field…
Could have been anything really?
Although terrible photos, I discerned that it was indeed a cat.

Carer Kara arrived.  I think she pointed out how well I was looking, perky. ♥ and we had a laugh and chin-wagging for a little. As she left the Asda order arrived… Food!
Five carrier bags fool!
The bleach in the barfs was leaking a bit or had leaked judging by the smell.
Ah, grand nosh to nibble! I’m unsure how or why I ordered three packets of ready-sliced and seasoned potatoes?
Got some replacements for the nurses, drivers and carers’ treats shelf in the front room.
Make a great brew of Glengettie tea!

Back on the computer…
So, I watched the start of the football match twixt Spain & Norway. 2-1 to Spain, in between using the computer when , returned.
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Carer Kara came for the 2nd call, and a moment before the gal came in, I’d nodded off to sleep at the computer and didn’t feel very well at all. This time she said how unwell I looked! This was the sudden change in fortunes and health I mentioned above in the Prooemium intro. My balance was all over the place, and memory had gone on strike I think. No pains as such at all, just confusion and disorientation. 
I bade Kara farewell and decided that getting on with doing the might help me pull out of whatever it was that had a grip on me. So, I did!
The teeth bled profusely after cleaning those I had left.
The tiny nicks shaving also flowed more blood than usual.
But this blood-letting is half-expected, with the DVT Warfarin INR level so high recently.

The feet and legs were terribly pale and ashen, as mentioned by Kara. So I took a snap after getting out of the wet room.
Headed butting the shower power box didn’t go well. Hehe!

However, I did feel much better by the time I got back to the computer. However…

I’ll get some food cooking then… Tsk! 17:00hrs, and chimed from the doorbell, as in walked the Carer. I was late getting the meal, and he was a little early coming, but no bother, other than the meal was cold by the time he has done his bit and departed. Still, he was kind enough to photographicalise me, pretending to eat the meal. Hahaha!
Despite the lack of heat, I still enjoyed it.
Flavour-Rating: 7.5/10.

I nodded of easily enough, as is usual when I try to watch anything on the goggle-box. Humph!

I was woken up on the Carer’s last call. He put the night pouch onto the. He wrote his notes, during which I nodded off again! He checked the taps and the stove was not left on for me, and I insisted he take a can of whichever refreshment he fancied in thanks.

I jumped awake at 03:30 hours and got up immediately. Fool!

TTFN

INCHY: Monday 14th August 2023 – Inchy is Novaturient

POLITICAL CARTOON – Naughty!
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Well, the visit to the produced some action this morning. Fair enough, it was phooey, sticky, falling apart on hitting the water, khaki-coloured mini-torpedoes that evacuated with ease and no pain. Yet somehow produced a little blood to decorate the WC and my bum and legs.
Unfortunately I my toe on the floor cabinet corner when I bent down to clean the blood from the WC. No bother, of course, not for the hero of my sturdy, manly-pain-bearing capabilities. No arghs, cursing or swearing, spitting, growling or self-pity. Well, just maybe the odd cringe and wince. Hehe!
Carer Jo-Anne called the opticians for me to clarify what they rang me about last weekend. It seems my spectacles are ready to collect, and I have to fetch them to see how I go with them, and then they can do a reading pair. From what I recall, the left lens will be apparent, ready to be swapped when, or if, the left Cataract ever gets done. I’ve no idea if this first pair will be distance or a reading lens fitted. If the Blepharitis is not cleared when I get to the hospital for the left eye cataracts to be done, I’ll be refused and go back to the start of the waiting list again. As it took me over two years to get the right eye done, you can understand how apprehensive I am.
Then surprise, surprise, and a Great one too! Nurse Hristina turned up to take my blood today, not Wednesday! The INR level is still worrying them. Far too high! I got the new dosage sheet Yesterday. Far too high.
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Night Pouch removed

The legs and ankles were much better this morning!

Trotsky was in charge again!

Taken through the balcony doors and window. Drizzling.

Washed the plates, great!

GOT CARRIED AWAYDoing the day’s blog, I came across a notepad page that was only partly completed; let me spend, wait for it… over 6 hours doing the ode page words! And it’s not finished yet! I simply plodded on uncaringly until the Carer arrived… Tsk!

Got on to CorelDraw.
The flipping day’s nearly done.
Still, I did stop to take some sky photos occasionally.

Photos were taken while Carer Benjamin was here.
Caught Benjamin taking a selfie on the balcony. Hehe!

As of 15@45hrs…

Here are the sky photos in the order they were taken.
The first one.
Above and below from the balcony.
Getting darker earlier now.
Looking almost scary now…
Still Bootiful, though!

Time to get the nosh sorted out… well, it’s well gone the usual time. If I get a crack one, just knuckle and potatoes, methinks, saving some time. That’s a rarity.
No, a sudden change of mind hit me. I had battered balls, bread and peas; that’ll do me. Wonder if I’ve got any crispy onions left in the cupboard? I’ll Soon find out! Nope!
So I added some to my Asda order for the morning.
The nosh was cooked and served.
Nothing special, but So-Tasty!
Flavour Rating: 8.8/10.

Washed the pots; I took care cause carrying the night pouch and can be a bit hazardous. In fact, using Metal-Mickey, helped me avoid a when I against the radiator as I went to take these two early morning photographs of the view from the kitchenette window.
High in the sky…
and down to the houses.

Settled into the £300 second-hand shop bought, c1966. Moth-eaten, cringingly-beige-coloured, grotty, bedraggled, dilapidated, crumb-containing for my nocturnal nibblings, bug-ridden, itch-inspiring, not working recliner. In search of . But he was in a stubborn mood, and it took me a couple of hours to nod off. I noted the time, 03:00hrs, when I knocked a bottle of soda water off the ottoman tray. Used the torch to check it had not burst open and saw the big battery clock. It seemed that seconds later, I was in the land of bliss. Ahh!

Nemo Mortalium Omnibus Horis Sapit

INCHY: Sunday 13th August 2023 – Accifauxpa Ridden

INCHY JUST MAY NEED HELP HERE?

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Testing.
Lighter than it was, I used the flash in error

A smidgeon of rain again last night.
Judging by the mudslide?

Front car park – made a mess of this one.
Blame .

Kitchen window shot to the right.
The kitchen window shot to the left.

A later through-the-balcony shot. Mudslide drying up quickly.

CorelDrawing, Odeing, then blogging for four or five hours.
Carers called. Nor phone calls, No Texts, no other callers.
And… this is true! Guess what went down only three times in
well over six hours?

Mug of Thompson Punjana tea…
and a pot noodle!

After the midday Carer, Rhamat called; she bought my laundry bag, bless her, as I was about to post the finished blog for yesterday to WP.

Now, time for the dreaded full-service
Shave, shower, nasal spraying, teggies, Germolene, Germoloid, Corticoid creaming of , Eye drops, and . Pain Gelling of , , and medicating the tube that is stuck in Little Inchy’s protuberance. (I cringed when I wrote that, you know!) Then when dried off with the towel, that came back from the laundry still damp earlier, Sprinkle some aftershave to stop the inevitable cuts and nicks I’ll get shaving. A splash-over with the Brut, eye-drops… Oh, I may use the as well… it’s overdue!
I May Be a While... Hahaha!

GC tooth gumI’m back – it didn’t go very well!
Certainly not as planned or hoped for.
â‘  I thought I was in need, at long last, of the . I was wrong. I realised this after about 5 minutes of astronomically induced amounts of spurting (the pot noodle?) winds finally ended. I gave up!

â‘¡ Got the teeth done; results can be seen above after I’d got dressed, 2 hours later, abluted! Haha!

â‘¢ Shaving: I dropped the canister of shaving foam, and it (as dropped things usually do for me) bounced off the side of the sink and fell right on the worst toe possible; My!!!

â‘£ Getting into the bowl of water to do my feet medicationalisationing – I got a !

⑤ Into the shower, got the heat right, and dropped the shower gel bottle. I needn’t tell you what it landed on. OUCH!

â‘¥ My final occurred; I head-butted the shower power box. Getting a tiny little scar for the cut that I accrued. Tsk!
I did the medicationalisationing without any further injuries being suffered!

⑥ However, there was a late . Getting the Depend Protection pants on, I had a wobble getting the left leg into them. And against the floor cabinet corner… but remained on my feet!


I had to put the still-damp returned dressing gown on, as it was the only one thick enough to wear, as the weather had suddenly changed. The wind was howling now. It suddenly went dark when Carer Benjamin had been here for five minutes. As he left, I took this snap from the kitchen window. As I opened those mentioned above, I thought I would get blown over, so strong was the wind.
Murky?

Later one…
As I began preparing the late nosh…

Nosh Sorted!
Prettily presented plate of provender…

Simply battered balls and potatoes.
No-Butter butter and BBQ sauce, put on each half a potato with a bit of salt and vinegar on the battered No-Fish fish balls. Bootiful! Taste Rating 808/10! Ate it all up, put the empty food tray on the carers table, and fell into a deep sleep! Not for long, though…

Carer Richard arrived to sort me out. Although, at the time, I recall only wanting to get back to my precious, in short-supply sleep. Hehe!
A STROKE OF LUCK! (At Last!).
Tonight, finally, after a week and two days, of farting about trying to get the Blepharitis Gel tube to work properly…
It dawned on my impaired brain what I was doing wrong! How the heck? I didn’t realise it before; it beats me! I’d tried to apply it to the eye pad like you would with a standard toothpaste tube. Then understood I had to press the thingamabob at the top to release the gel. !
Ah, well!

As usual, being woken up again was no longer interested in letting me get back to my much-needed sleep. Humph! I nearly reached a state of stupefaction a few times, but on every occasion this happened, I’d burst awake with jolting, jarring, buffeting, twitch, tremor, juddering, judder! So, I cursed a little and gave up any idea of getting any sleep. And turned on the TV.
To find that replay football matches were on the channel.
This comforted me; the first of the new seasons’ Premiership League game highlights were showing. The first match was Chelsea v Liverpool. I nodded off into the land of nod in the game’s first minute.
Waking up with the regulation shuddering, flapping, and threshing about. Waking as the programme was finishing to realise I’d missed three other matches as they displayed the results as the programme closed

Spent what was left of the morning failing to get to sleep. At least the darned left me alone.

TTFNski!

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

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

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

Poddled onto the balcony
Decent looking morning.

Went automatically to the

Started on yesterday’s blog finalisationing.

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

Back to blogging.
Made a brew of Thompson Punjana.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

THE CHANGING SKIES

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

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

Washed the pots and .

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

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

TTFN

INCHY: Thursday 10th August 2023 – An inextricable confusing day!

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So many hassles and ailments today…
Anything I tried to do, trouble got in the way!
The left leg kept collapsing… vulnerability?
The hospital doctor mentioned cerebropathy...
Thought when I get home, look it up straight away!
But Virgin Media did not want to play!
It kept going down for the rest of the day!
Shuddering Shoulder Shirley attacked at midday,
But she didn’t have it all her own way…
Shaking Shaun joined in: lackaday!
Balance walking, wobbly, made me feel giddy,
No time for my blogging & wordsmithery,
My DVT nurse comes tomorrow to take my blood away,
She rang me to ask what time of day ♥,
The opticians rang, I couldn’t hear what she did say…
What sanity I have, was drifting away…
EENT Clinic rang, about the operation day,
There may be some sort of delay…
Social Services are coming on Monday…
I don’t know what for, they didn’t say,
The Mobility Team on Wednesday…
DVT Anticoagulant rang; booked me into the faculty?
Sister Jane rang me, we were very chatty…
3 visits to the Porcelain Throne, they were whiffy!
Iceland delivered food, that costs pounds, over fifty!
Wen t to get things done ablutionary,
No hot water; the tap was dripping away!
The whole day was wrong, contrary…
Things seemed unreal, delusionary,
Still, no time to start the blog diary,
22:00hrs I started on the one for Wednesday,
There were always things diversionary…
I soon got feeling weary & wary…
My mind got into a bigger disarray,
Thoughts were going all over, thataway, thereaway,
I never want to suffer such an abominably, bad day…

Like I suffered this bloody Thursday!
Nearly midnight now, still need a shower someway,
Do the teggies, shave, change the catheter..
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Eye drops, Germoloid the piles and basically…
Get some sleep; hoping Friday will go less diabolically!
And my body will act less dysfunctionally…
The brain too, the day goes less eventfully
And, Cognitive Impairment Iris, plays favourably,

All day I’ve not eaten anything gastronomically,
I’ve just been so damned up-to-the-neck busy.
I’ll put some potatoes in the oven, quickly…
Do the needed tasks ablutionary,
I’m feeling better already…
I’m doing this ode, quite lyrically?
And face my problems bravely,

Not moaning, groaning or snivelly!
The upcoming appointments, medically,
Only the one that’s neurophysiologically,
I’ll approach a little nervously,
Funny how I’ve cheered up suddenly…
Not bad, cause I’ll be showering nocturnally,
I’ll cope with things philosophically…
I’ll check what that means in my dictionary!

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Worra Blooming Day!

Up at 05:10hrs.

The night Bag was removed.
Not a lot of it, and dark coloured too! Am I surprised? Then yes, not after the nightmare day, though!.

Waste bags sorted.

The was better!

First mug of Glengettie!

Computer on.
But not for long.

The intercom flashed as I got the spuds out of the drawer.
Aha, the Iceland food arrived to restock the freezer from my in leaving the door open for nine hours! Three bags of food were destroyed. Tsk!
The driver kindly carried the bags into the kitchen for me.
As I was getting the frozen things in the freezer first…
The watch strap broke. So I put it down on the counter, and continued to get the food in the freezer sharpishly!
Biscuits Galore. Not for me of course; they are for the Carers and nurses due Friday and next week.

Coffees (For the carers of course), Rustlers for Carer Richard. Potatoes and bread for me

The freezer filled once again!

Naughties?
Savoury nibbles in the plastic ottoman.

The phone started ringing almost nonstop for hours.
Nurses, Carers, Social Services, Fall Team, Optician, Sister Jane, and others. The computer was not touched again until late evening… but by 21:00hrs, Had amassed no less than…

The second and last mug of tea, Thompsons Punjana this time, was being gulped down with three shortcake biscuit sticks. No, I’m not kidding, just three!

I got a new strap on the wristwatch.

The Days Sky Photos.
All from roughly the same spot at the kitchen window.
Good Morning
Good later Morning
Good Afternoon
Late Afternoon.
Sunset One
Late Sunset Two…
Bootiful!
Early Morning

Now I’ll try to get a meal made.
Potatoes in the oven, and thought I’d change the night bag and get the ablutions done. But I .
So, got the burnt potatoes out of the oven… buttered the potatoes unsparingly, and added some yellow tomatoes, with a lemon dessert for afters.
Scoffed it all up. Flavour-Rating 7.5/10
And fell asleep again…

Cheers Middears!

 

INCHY: Thursday 3rd August 2023

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Up and at them… well…

Night Pouch.

Oh, dear… not so good.

Morning view.

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

Clouds for a pareidolia.

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

Later clouds for a pareidolia.

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

The ankle looked easier and less inflamed.

Late Sunset.

TTFN

INCHY: Friday 28th July 2023 – Part Two of Two, The Escape, The Agony!


THE ESCAPE – THE FAILURE – THE FRUSTRATION

CONTINUED…
I went down to the hair salon and got my feet done.
After briefly calling on Warden Deana, I made my way back up to the flat. En route, I decided I could get a lot done if I could escape down to Sherwood.
Food from the Ozam shop. Batteries & Anti-diarrhoea tablets from Wilko. A watch battery from the cobblers on Haydn Road, Get a flu jab arranged at a chemist. Call on the opticians to book an appointment to get an eye test & new spectacles… Oh, Yes! This, I determined would be a productive hobble…
Of course, I should have known better.
I went up into the flat and was well-pleased with myself for remembering to take the Kodak with me.
Again, my emotions were deluding, hornswoggling me.

GC Trolley indoorsI got down and out to the bus stop. No one else about, I thought I’d take a photo or two of the shelter and flats…
I realised that I had left the SD card for the Kodak, on the computer! Grrr! .
Not enough time to get up to the flat to pick up the SD card, and back in time for the bus. Which was due in 8 minutes.
I’ll have to buy one in Sherwood.

Dropped, literally, off the bus at the bottom of Winchester Street. Two passers-by kindly untangled me from the, my having fallen getting off of the vehicle courtesy of , and they got me back on my plates-of-meat.

This was a bad start… but things got worse later!

I hobbled along to the Ozam store first. Feeling a smidge nervous, now, and a few blasts from didn’t help.
It was a struggle to get around the store with the , and I ended up getting stuck at the end of an aisle, too narrow to push the trolley through, so ended up trying to lift it over the things in the aisle… An unhappy-with-me assistant came and lifted it for me. I paid my dues, and set off to the Cobblers on Haydn Road, to get the watch battery.

All of the pavements were uneven, wheel trap potholes, or had cracked tiles. Now I was even more nervous; took my time as seeing the cracks in advance, was not easy with my eyesight.
The Cobbler chap soon sorted me out… Well, as soon as he’d spent ten minutes talking to his mate.

Then I went into a shop to buy another SD card so I could take some photographs. The chap was a smidge superior speaking to me at first, but when I apologised for the shaking telling him it was due to , he said his brother had it as well and seemed to change tack with me; he was so friendly and helpful! I asked if I could take a photo to make sure it works on the Kodak. I took a snap of the chap! It worked!

Paid and departed, crossed the road, not a mean feat with he Sherwood madmen drivers on Mansfield Road I can tell Ayer!.
Hobbled up the road, and called in the Co-op store to see if they had any decent tomatoes or garden peas. They had no garden peas, and the tomatoes were a little spongy! So I left. Not responding to a beggar that is always there outside the shop.

Up the hill some more, and into the Opticians.
Who made an appointment for me for next Tuesday.
The kind lady told me to see if any of the frames on the old glasses were okay and bring it with me, to have the lenses fitted to it on the new prescription. Good timing I thought, 09:40hrs, I can catch the 0932hrs 40 bus down, hopefully getting up to the opticians in time. But, of course, this is me we are reading about, innit? I realised I’d got the Iceland order coming on Tuesday, twix 8;00>20:00hrs, after leaving the shop. All is not lost though! It is Friday lunchtime now, and I managed to change the Iceland order to Wednesday…

I limped carefully up the road to the chemists to ask about the flu jab. I did notice as arrived, that it is no longer a Lloyds Pharmacy sign above the window. Got it and asked the assistant about how I can book a flu jab. She said we don’t do them now – but the All Night Pharmacy will do them!
Great, I’d just walked agonisingly to and from yards away from the All Night Chemist, then the length of Sherwood back up to what was Lloyds Chemist, not I have to all the way back to the other end, the returned to the middle to get a bus up Winchester Street, home, hopefully!
Still, I got some more photos taken en route.

THE ALL-NIGHT PHARMACY VISIT

I hobbled into the shop… the pavements were even worse at that end of the road. I nearly had the 3-Wheeled-Walker over a couple of times getting there, and had to get back afterwards!
I asked about my booking a flu jab, and a dagger-staring look of incredulity back… “We do not do flu jabs until September!” I actually apologised for asking!
Then inquired if they sell the anti-diarrhorea capsules.
12 capsules for £4.44. No wonder Asda have run out of there’s,
They are 6 for £1.09. Same ingredients.

I started the hobble back to Winchester Street and came across this white van parked on the already damaged kerbing. I had the choice of walking on the road, or broken tiles… I opted for the cracked, broken tiles route.

I eventually got to Winchester Street and started walking up to the bus stop. Remembering that I had a watch that worked on now. It had gone 18:00hrs! Blimey the time had blown!

But the thought that I would soon be back in my padded cell and get something to eat spurred me to the bus stop!


According to the sign display, the next bus was due to arrive in 22 minutes. BUT! It was a 40X! Which do not go to the flats.
I started the long uphill trek up Winchester Street Hill.
I needed the exercise I suppose.

Finally, all weary and dodgy on the feet, Winwood Heights came into view! It dawned on me that I was lucky to live here… avoiding going into a home is my plan. I know it will have to come as things worsen mentally and physically. But not yet!


I took this photo of the wildflowers on Citrus Grove as I neared the Winchester Court entrance. Bootiful!


Crossed over the road and passed the bus shelter to the main entrance swipe doors…

I hadn’t noticed when I left the flats earlier in the day, that the window had been broken. I knocked on the Meridian Carers door to tell them I was back. No reply. Cause maybe I didn’t knock hard enough? Nobody about that I knew. I went through into the Winwood Heights lobby.


Through the link passage from Winwood to Woodthorpe Court.

At last, back in the flat.
Emptied the pouch.
Got the receipts, purchases and food put away. And hastened to make a much-merited meal. Using the smoked cooked belly pork from the Ozam store on Milk Roll Bread, with huge chunks of the not-butter butter, which I adore the flavour of!

Put some pickle on the bread, and the none-meat pies that I’d halved, and served it up!

Tomatoes and pickled beetroot too!
Meal of the week!
Flavour-Rating: 9.3/10!

I made up the route maps I used in the morning to go on here. This is the second one, with the routes walking taken.

Carer Chris appeared. No more eye drops for me. That is until we get clarification. Chris attached the night bag to
day pouch.

After eating well, I took this one photo of the evening…

Superb Nature at its finest!

Cheers!

INCHIE: Thursday 27th July 2023 –

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

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

Not so good

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

13:30hrs… failures were…

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

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

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

The rain abated.
Got down to a shower status

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

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

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

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

After falling asleep again trying to watch my beloved Heartbeat on the goggle-box, I drifted off to sleep at the first set of commercials – missing the programme again. Could I heck as get back to sleep when I wanted to? No! So I got out of the second-hand, £300, c1968, overwhelmingly sickening beige coloured, tatty, uncomfortable, wobbly, germ-producing, falling to pieces, food residue collecting recliner, and took two rather decent for me, snaps of the evening sky.

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

I returned to the second-hand, £300, charity shop bought, crumb-retaining, microorganism-microbe producing, gungy, moth-eaten, beige-coloured, non-working, bacillus encouraging, incommodious, Haemorrhoid Harold testing, c1968 recliner.
With hopes of getting some sleep in… Ha-ha! No Chance!
The kicked off. Ensuring no sleep for the old codger after that. Talk about persistent, I can’t recall the giving me a chance to nod off.

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

Oh, a quick update here…

TTFN

INCHIE: Monday 24th July 2023 – Meal of the Year!

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BAD NIGHT’S KIP
The darn-nabbed went on for four hours, without any breaks, peace, or sleep to be had. Eventually, I gave up trying. I’d had nod-offs earlier, but they were all cut short by Carer visits, or the new thing now, rally jerking awake violently. It’s a wonder I haven’t had myself off of the c1966, £300 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; there were so many of the yet to be named, unnerving episodes of cruel waking ups! Worse than ever, now.
Still, I got a few early photographs done. Stayed up late to get some sunset clouds. TTFN.

The great colour of the urine in the night pouch was impressive.  I put the results of the urine on the Health Check graphic, the wrong way around – 6-3, instead of 3-6. Normal Service will be resumed as soon as possible… that is if , if that pesky nuisance I named leaves me alone at night.

Balcony shot of showery, misty morning weather.
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Took this one with the flash on, Tsk!
Then this with it off.
took a shot of his own accord, and without
telling me as well! Hehehe!

Later, as the mist departed and the rain did not, I opened the end window, got wet, and took two shots of the end car park.
And a close-up of the morning mudslide puddle
A fair size today

A mug of Glengettie tea and an apple pastry

The Asda delivery arrived
Today, he was a friendly driver who helped a lot by bagging the stuff from his containers into carriers for me. Most helpful chap.
The first bag was emptied and stored away.
Food cupboard stock, and Carers, nurses nibbles.
Two favourites here;
Red Leicester cheese nibbles, &.
Brown part-cooked baguettes.
For the fridge…
Which was well filled up.
As was the freezer!

Late afternoon skies…
Fantastic!
Could be the moon’s surface?

An hour later…

Amazingly, the sky got lighter and brighter not long later.
Just caught the end of the sunset.
Well, almost!

Now for the treat of the Year to date.
Took me a long time to get prepared, I used the air-fryer to do the potatoes. The tomatoes were tasty, and I can’t say that very often from Asda or Iceland bought fruit & veg.
The two sourdough mini-baguettes were smothered in the best tasting… better than any real butter, Asda non-butter butter. And smoked tomato ketchup dabbed on them.
And overfilled with the knuckle. That I sliced without any injury to any digits.

Gorgeous!
A Taste Rating of 9.3/10.
Cause the potatoes were not so good.


The evening carer called, but I just don’t know who it was who came. Chris or Victor, I think.
When I woke up later, the cataracted eye was feeling like grit was in it. So I know that the eye drops were put in, and the night bag had been attached to the day pouch for me.

I soon nodded of after making a note of events on my pad, and yet again the blasted started. I knew I could do nothing, so I accepted it this time and tried to follow my wild thoughts and understand them.

A waste of time that was!

Evening all!

INCHIE: Monday 17th July 2023

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Unbelievable! Talk about a reversal.
This morning my worries, fears and panic over not getting help done with so many things were exactly the same. Zilch, nothing was advanced or sorted. But, did I care? Nope!
I really can’t understand it. I was so laid back about things, but the niggles, fretting, and frustration had evaporated, and stayed that way until a few minutes ago, as I started this blog belatedly. Now, All is back to the tension-ridden, nail-biting, sorry for me, considering silly things. It is possible that the wound beginning to heal, but my ankle infection still itching (a good sign). And even the left hip was causing me far less hassle this morning. The urine colour in the night bag was so clear, too.
Comes to something when you have no idea why one suddenly gets the spirits raised a little, but don’t understand why?
Another quickie I’m afraid though. because when I got up after removing the night pouch… Liberty-Global went down.
Even that didn’t sink me into a depression. Confusion Conrad did pay me a long extended visit, though!
Something was amiss with me this morning? Onward

Pleased with the urine shade, though there was not much of it.
That should have concerned me, but it didn’t.

Got the computer on, it went down within a minute!
So, I couldn’t check to see if the hospital had confirmed the change of appointment days or not. Not that it mattered much to me this Monday… it normally would have.

Into the kitchenette.  to get the kettle on to make a brew of Glengettie. Something else different here. Normally, with my restriction to two mugs a day, I would not have made one so early in the day. (I got up at 0335hrs) The sky was a lovely blue.

A summons me to the diverted me to the wet room.
Well, that’s where the bog is. Hehe!
I even had time for a few minutes of cross-wording.
I even managed things using just a third of the toilet roll.

Back to the kitchen, taking this photo of the morning view as it was getting lighter quickly now.

Waiting for the kettle to reboil, I noticed how well the legs, feet & toes were looking.

When it returned I made a start on updating yesterday’s blog, a fair bit to do… not that it bothered me.

Carer Richard arrived. I believe he was concerned about me being so cheerful. Hehehe! In his usual no-fuss manner he got the first eye drops in and issued the medications. I got him a cold drink from the fridge. Lemon & Lime. Then he did the second eye drop and issued the medicine. Believe it or not, I did not squirm at taking this horrible aniseed-flavoured reflux medicine, for the first time ever I think. Something was still amiss this morning?
Said farewell to the lad as he departed, wishing him a good sleep.
Richard took the laundry down for me. Thanks.

Back to the computer…
Even now I not too wrangled?

I was just about to post off the Sunday blog…
Now the irritation was beginning to return.

Got the laundry bag made up.
The computer is back on but after an hour or so…
Now the bile was brewing!

I started to take photographs each time the went down. I’ve collated them all here with the approximate time taken for up to 17:00 hours. Some great on some of them. More later.
1300hrs
14:00hrs

15:00hrs. See anything in this one? You must?

15:10hrs. Raining a bit…
16:40hrs.
And the one below, a few minutes later.
How I got the terrible colouring, I don’t know.
I was a close-up shot though?
Nothing like it looked colourwise, But you can see a man or bear in the left cloud? Or the hand rising? Or is it just me? Hehe! Spitting blood now at

Carer Chris arrived, full of the joys of spring.
  drops, then the tablets. Next the lousy-tasting Antacid medicine. Then the eye drops.
Drink from the fridge, and the
Aniseed medicine. Spit! Haha!

We took some photos from the balcony of the clouds.
A dog investigating the mudslide water…
Decide it was bath time, and had a jolly-good jumping-about session. The tail wagging furiously! Great!
Carer Chris took these two for me, catching the shiny rooftop on one house as it caught the sun. Must have sun-power-shields?
The cloud formations had changed a lot, but they were still wonderful, almost pretty some of them.



Puffer clouds high in the sky – I love them.
Lower, the skyline ribbon. With its fingers pointing up skywards, beasts and I see the abominable cloud-man. Haha!
18:20hrs: An open oyster there?

21:40hrs: Getting the late meal sorted, and captured this late sunset shot. Bootiful!

The Nosh!
Imitation ham sarnies 7.2/10 Taste with some of…
I find the delicious not-butter, butter, tastier than any proper butter. 10/10 Taste-Rating!
Potatoes crock-pot cooked with sea salt. 3/10 Taste-Rating!
Canned garden peas. 7.3/10 Taste-Rating!
Tomatoes halved. 8.2/10 Taste-Rating!
Soy lemon yoghourt. 7/10 Taste-Rating!
If my calculation is right, that makes overall,
a Taste-Rating of 7.1/10.
I used the Windows calculator.

Of course, a man of my education, I could have done the calculation in my head… but would have got a different figure.
I recall some results as I read my final school test in 1960.
Different days of various exams meant some of the lads had skipped school to avoid whichever they were not very good at;

Mathematics: 34th out of 34 tested.
Chemistry: 25th out of 32 tested.
Metalwork: 28th out of 29 tested.
Technical Drawing: 29th out of 32 tested.
History: 29th out of 32 tested.
P.E: 32nd out of 34 tested.
Geography: 12th out of 28 tested.
R.I.: 15th of 32 tested
Music: 30th of 33 tested.
Woodwork: 18th out of 19 tested.
English: 1st out of 34 tested!

True. Hahaha!

TTFNski!