Inchy: Mon 13th Nov 23: Progress! Not a Lot!

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High & Lowlights…
The Ablutioning sessions, of which there were many, were all unpleasant affairs, with being in full control throughout.
The telephone and Panic-Alarm were still not working.  could not find my mobile phone anywhere. I did eventually find him, hidden within the depths of the itch-creating, bruise-giving, catheter-tube-tugging, crumb-decorated from my nocturnal nibblings, God-awfully uncomfortable, anti-sleep designed, c1966, second-hand, bought for £300 ten years ago from the charity shop, cringingly-grotty, no longer working, dirty beige recliner. Amazingly, I seemed to have wrapped it up in a blue plastic bag & tied it up in the way I would for the waste bin bags? Don’t ask; I cannot remember doing this at all, apparently, I did it in my nocturnal slumber?

ILC (Independent Living Coordinator), Oberstgrüppenfuhreress Warden and Primo Ballerina, Warden Deana, had finally been told that the phone and alarm were not working, and she responded by coming to see me, to explain. She had not been informed until told her this morning. Bless him, of my problem. It turns out, that many other tenants have the same problem and are telephone and Panic-Alarmless, just like what I am. She had rung Virgin about the situation, and got a reply, from .
Apparently, the letters sent out, told us that we had until December whatever to sort out the fibre change; in fact, it was November, not December, in error. Not bad for , those who pay their CO, $62m million-plus salary with guaranteed bonus in shares, and an open-ended expense account. Worryingly, they own or have money invested in every single internet supplier in the UK. Virgin, BT, Vodaphone, EE, Three, Talk-Talk, and dozens of others in Europe! They are all going ‘fibre’. I wonder if they all left people at risk without the safety of their landlines and emergency alarms?
I’ve written before about the failing of . Mainly due to my jealousy of how much Mr Fries gets for letting such things happen, and still gets his million in slaty and bonuses. I did read that during the Covid period, he got a $1m monthly bonus! $62m a year! Jealous? Me? Spit! Especially as he left me in the shit!  Truly Oligarchal!
Anyway, thanks to Deana’s intervention and help, each abandoned and let down by , will receive an adaptor, which will be posted to us. I have got to ask the carer on the day to inform Deana, and she will arrange for it to be fitted for each client. Well, that’s saved s from sending people out to fit them, hasn’t it? Further proof of my suspicion of the smoke and mirrors, thaumaturgy, number-crunching, figure-shuffling, illusion, deception, and hocus-pocusing, that is a daily part of their activities. I’m glad I got that off of my chest… just waiting for the incoming Lawyers (Bet that they have shares in them, too) letter, summons for slander, or whatever it is called
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Got up at 04:00hrs. I took a photo of the nocturnal catheter pouch and busied away  cleaning and sorting

Great balls of fire! I nearly took a decent shot of the early morning view from the kitchen window… Wow!

During the ‘Couldn’t get a connection with for two hours”, my spirits sank to a new depth.
Surely they had not cut off the internet as well! Argh!
Turned off the computer, and I tried again, but no luck.
Reset the router. But no luck!
Took the router plug out of the socket. Waited half a minute, and back in and turned on the power. Surely this time, I thought. But no luck!
While I was pondering on what else I could try…
Norton came on, telling me I was connected to an unsafe connection? I did a Norton Virus Check. Then goon with the blogging at long last…
Within a minute, the connection was lost again!
I tried resetting the router again.
Minutes later, it was back on.
Had to go through another Norton Check.
But this time, the stayed on. Well, for an hour or so.
It went down several times again later, but I didn’t have to resort to all that bother these times. But of course, I am developing a hatred of Norton now; it comes up each time I reconnect… Ah, I wonder if they have investments in Norton too?

A couple of photographs here that confused me.
Why did I take this one?
And what was this one of?

Got the waste bags sorted.

Then the Asda order arrived.
The man put them in the provided Iceland bags.
Bad news on the tomatoes. They were Spanish and bitter foul tasting. I wish they’d say where they were from on the internet listings!
Wonder how many will have black spots on the this time?
Bottom freezer draw.
Middle freezer draw.
I didn’t photo the top draw, cause I
couldn’t open it. Too full! Hehe!
Top food cupboard.
Bottom food cupboard.
I’ll not starve then! Mind you, I might bleed to death, die from another stroke to heart attack; thanks very much to cocking things up again and leaving me without a lifeline. Humph!

Teatime views.
An odd bit of blue on the clouds? Pretty though!

Curried beans, tomato passata, with
I got a mite carried away with the seasoning?
However, Taste-Rating: 8.6/10.


INCHY: Thursday 21st September 2023 – Not Well.

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I have a new disfigurement!.
In my Little Inchies department…
Lack of sleep equals somnolescent,
The constant pain made me rigescent..
Little Inchie is recrudescent…
I’m sorry to be a nuisance…
Blogging calls, but I’m recalcitrant,
 My body and mind going putrescent!
I fear I’m getting obmutescent…
Inchie can no longer be micturient,
I’d hoped the catheter would be impermanent,,
Inchie is wounded; the catheter is nocent!
Poor Little Inchie is marcescent…
Bloodied, hurting, almost mugient!
Inchie, piles, nose and teeth bleeding…
Limited time, but I did this odeing…
Concentrating is very demanding.
Cognitive Impairment Iris is debilitating,
I’m doing no more waiting…
Better start writing or typing…
It’s better than moaning and griping!
Not much, so I added some old cartooning…

Even resisted going on the balcony, mooning!

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Some photos first, though…

Very good colouring!
No stringy bit in it this morning.

Tried to get a photo of it close-up later. But not good.

The feet look the same. I took these when doing the ablutionings, which I started at 06:30hrs. Got a cut-less shaving session done, then the teeth cleaning, which was pretty bloody. Little Inchie bleeding, and Harold’s Haemorrhoids too. I was about to get in the shower, and the morning Carer, Victor arrived. He was alright with waiting a bit for me to get a quick shower.

I made eight mugs of Glengettie tea today.  But did not go over my allowance of two mugs… Six of them went cold!

Got some bikkies out to nibble. They are just not the same with no tea to dunk them in, are they?

Waste bins sorted.

Porcelain Throne…

Raining again…
Mudslide developing.
Wee-weeing well, without any input from of course!

Rain stopped!

Mystery photo of the day.
I have no idea what it was or remember taking it?

Rain Started again

Stopped & started again.

Sunset piccies

Flowing again.

After sunset? The rain stopped.,

Inchy Again…
Inchy yet again!

It’s not fair!.

Clivey & Inchie.

Covid Gag.


Evening All!

Inchy: Sunday 10th September 2023 – The Bell Tolls For The Tories!

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Got bedded down last night, well, this morning at around 03:20hrs, and low & behold, was waiting, ready to start again. But I did get off eventually and had nearly three hours of bliss. I would have stayed in the £300 second-hand shop purchased, c1966, welt-causing, uncomfortable, not-working, itch-inspirational, crumb-containing recliner for longer; Unfortunately, Dementia Doreen’s compatriot, , convinced me on waking, that it was Monday! So I thought I had a delivery coming between 7 & 8, and it was already 07:15hrs; a semi-panic-mode was engaged and I got up in a bit of a rush; Dizzy Dennis visited, lost balance, and I sat down again, with a foggy head.

Then I realised it was Sunday…

The Night Pouch
At first glance, I thought I’d been mysteriously passing spaghetti through Little Inchie and . Hehehe! Too dark a colour.

The legs look a little rough again.
No pains with them, yet.

Got some spuds in the crock pot.
Then felt the need for the .
porc tttWell, was done after three days. But of course meant a mess to clean up.

Waste Bags Sorted.

Carer Rahmat arrived. Did the issuing of the medications, eye drops, painkillers & Peptac were given. A little natter, which I appreciated. Took her BP and temperature. Very good, see above.

I felt so different again this morning. Plain weary, but the balance was much better. I got on with the mammoth job of catching up on yesterday’s blogging. Things started annoyingly…
Amazingly, I changed the Wi-Fi option and it came back! Very slow work this time. I feared I might even fall asleep in the computer chair. I must try to get some decent sleep in.

I was amazed again, at how the time flew by – it was the midday call already. The blog was making progress, slowly. Rahmat at last accepted a drink I offered a choice of. Bless her!

Got the blog posted at long last. And made a start on the Ode for today’s Inchy Today. I think it took me over three hours, and then later I found spelling mistakes in it. , I think my concentration was getting far worse the more tired I got.  Still, could be worse… couldn’t it?

Still struggling with the editing, and I forgot all about taking any photos until early evening. I’d been nibbling; in fact, I ate all of the remaining Le Petit bikkies!
A banana, a choc ice, an orange ice lolly, and as of now 19:10hrs, I’ve not made or wanted a mug of Glengettie?
Tea GlengettieThis is singularly worrying. It’s never happened before? Could it be the mysteries of Woodthorpe Court, with the ghosts, wraiths, spectres, cacodaemons, apparitions, and other grotesqueries that haunt the hallways and lobbies, searching for Inchie to curse with bad luck, create ambiguities, abstrucities, perplexities, misfortunes and botherations, to scare, worry and confuse me! 
Very peculiar situation. Not only not drinking tea, but failing to take photos of the clouds for my pareidoliaing!

I took a snap of the afternoon sky and grabbed another orange lolly from the freezer. Hahaha!

Continued with the blog for several slow-moving hours, and went to take photographs of the later evening. I was struggling then and were making it difficult for me to control the camera and use the selection buttons, but I had to give up.
Carer Benjamin arrived. I hadn’t heard him, cause even if I had hearing aids in, I couldn’t hear the dooorchime when in the kitchen or wetroom. He was right behind me and made me jump a smidge. Which brought a much-needed smile. He’d been standing there a while and noticed how I was struggling with the Kodak. He whipped out his mobile phone and took these photos for me, bless his cotton socks.

Then a closer shot of the houses.

That was kind of Benjamin.
So I took a snap of the lad.
Offered a cold drinkie in thanks, and he got the medications sorted. Then the eye drops were put in. He’s a clever lad, and noticed the shaking in my… well, all over really. Hehehe!
He’ll be back, just like Arnie, later for the Catheter night bag fitting. After Benjamin departed, I got on with updating this blog, to here. But mental fatigue, mistake-making and lack of sleep made me stop. I hope I’ll be back later too.

Took this shot of the attractive early-night clouds.

Did some more blogging catch-up, and then Carer Benjamin returned for his last visit. During which, he took this shot with the Kodak, of the scratches & bruises on the left leg 0 which must have been acquired, Thursday, on the last of the falls, I’d not noticed, but sharp-eyed Benjamin did.
He also noticed that the leg was swelling up, compared to the state of the right one. One battered body, one distorted brain,
hearing problems, seeing problems, money running out at a fast rate, , problems; bleeding at the point of entry of the catheter tube. is visiting much more often lately, and the previously nocturnal only , is now apparently on a new 24/7 roster. My are scarily getting more frequent… the mind seems to just lose blocks of time altogether, and forever. None have ever come back to me, and those hours or minutes remain a mystery? Maybe this is making things worse?
Just thought I’d mention them. To help whippersnappers who just may read this, to know what they can expect. So, keep on with the cannabis; it helps. (Guilt developing!)

I bedded down in the second-hand, £300, c1968, overwhelmingly sickening beige coloured, tatty, uncomfortable, wobbly, germ-producing, falling to pieces, food residue collecting recliner. But refused to let me sleep, even gave me a few sharp awakenings. I got up a few times, and wobblingly carried and to the kitchen to take some photos of the night skies
Sunset, taken earlier.
Later it looked like I had a monster on the horison.
A long time later, the monster was still there?

Back to try to sleep again, and I realised how little had been passed urine-wise, into the night pouch.

Took a photo with the flash on…
A perfect colour though. Bet it will have darkened by morning.

Not sure when I managed to get to sleep. But recall that had me wakened twice, all the other jerking-awakes were due to .

May Your Fortunes and Festivities Ferment with Good Food too!

INCHY: Saturday 9th September 2023 – Aboulomania!

Ahem! I found this in ten seconds! Fair enough, it was designed for infants to work out. But still – Hehe!
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It didn’t last long, though…
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This day, I was more out of it than in again. The urine in the night bag was dark but grew darker as I refilled the day bag. Well into the evening, it turned an almost perfect near-white? The Porcelain Throne visits (4) were bloody and painful, with absolutely nothing getting through to the WC! I spent ages on the Throne, all to no avail. I’m now taking crystals to help me go, after months of taking anti-diarrhorea pills to stop me from going! In fact, I was on the Throne when Carer Chris came in and tapped on the door asking if I was alright. I’d not heard the chime. He said he could hear me oohing, r’ing and swearing! Guilty!

The memory, Dizzies, Confusion, and I could barely hear anyone I spoke with… I must try to sort out the problem with the Audio Centre, to get some help to ring them next week. No Kara next week. I think she’s on a deserved holiday. The financials are all on hold. Carer Atere said he was coming in her place. He knows the financial paperwork storage system, which will be a big help.

The usually Nocturnal Thought Storms Steve had a bash at trying diurnal Thought Storming! Huh!  Just what I needed, Not!
Concentration Konrad was noticeable by his complete absence
The number of times I just could not think of what I was after an interruption, was so often I lost count. I’m not kidding. And yet there was an air of acceptance with me today. I reckon I thought I deserved it… Well, according to Thought Storm Steve, who was constantly reminding me of the shameful things from my youth.
The day was spent on the computer. Apart from the emptying of the catheter pouch, the failed visits to the Porcelain Throne, and the Carers calling. The worst repeat interruptions were from the , .who amassed many brown-outs today. Which in their usual fashion lost me work that I’d done and could not save, because I had to turn everything off, and reset the box, then restart the computer. Even change Wi-Fi connection numbers each time it went down, and do the same work again!
What me, Cry? Blubber, Howl? Curse, Swear?
It was only my dyspathy towards the number-crunching oligarchs, the smoke & mirrors money & figure manipulating financial geniuses of Liberty-Global that kept me going, and not packing up on the blogging.

Still got a few photographicalisations done though!
Bejesus! What a colour!
Still dark hours later, when I belatedly emptied the day pouch.

Waste bags sorted out.

During one of the failed visits, I had to change into fresh PPs. I tried one of the cheaper XXL ones…
The first laugh of the entire day!
I struggled, as usual getting them on, but kept my balance; no fall or tumble, not even any banging on the wall, stubbed toe or door-head-butting
. Finally, I got both legs in the right holes… Don’t laugh; I have been known to get them the wrong way around… also trying to get two legs in the same hole. Go on then, laugh! Hehe!
I carefully got the pants up my legs, without catching the release valve lever… this was going so well. The laugh came to me when I got them fully pulled up… they were so big the waistband was only inches from my nipples! Hahaha!

Artist Impression done in CorelDraw by Inchy. Har-Har!

Aha, much lighter shade this afternoon!
My favourite puffer clouds to the north.
And, to the east!

Liberty-Global Internet went down a few more times.

I dropped a tablet and thought it fell in the waste bin.
Had a sort through the bin, but could not find it.
So I got the torch and looked underneath the second-hand bought ex-Hopewells  G-Plan c1960 sideboard with the computer on it. Not only couldn’t I find it, I stubbed my toe in the struggle to get back up on my feet again! It has to be in the bin…
So, another dig around in the waste bin.
And another failure to find the Codeine. Hey-Ho!

Then realised when I’d stubbed the toe, I’d caught the right ankle ulcer. It stung a bit, but I now had the Germolene to rub in to ease it. Of course, bending down to rub in the ointment, kicked off , so she got some Germolene rubbed in… at least the area I could reach. I wonder if any youngsters read this blog? They’ll, just like I did, and think it’ll not happen to be, getting dithery, dozy and daft as a brush. Haha!

Night Shots From the Kitchen Window
Peaceful looking?
Lights out time.
Sky again to the left.

Here are the results of the carers tested for their BP.
All looking good!

Well into the morning now, I’d better get some nosh done.
I shall report back with a sit-rep for you every one of my avid readers in the morning. Hope you both sleep well. Har-Har!

Vegetable Chilli-Con-Carne!
Breadsticks, a banana, and an iced lolly for afters.
Flavour-Rating: 9.2/10!

Got bedded down around 03:20hrs, and low & behold, was waiting ready to start again. But I did get off eventually and had nearly three hours of bliss. .
I would have stayed in the £300 second-hand shop purchased, c1966, welt-causing, uncomfortable, not-working, itch-inspirational, crumb-containing recliner for longer; Unfortunately Dementia Doreen’s compatriot, , convinced me on waking, that it was Monday! So I thought I had a delivery coming between 7 & 8, and it was already 07:15hrs; a semi-panic-mode was engaged and I got up in a bit of a rush; Dizzy Dennis visited, and I plumped down again, with a foggy head. Then realised it was Sunday.

Int life Good? Haha!

Inchy: Friday 4th August 2023 – Tap Left Running Again, Hot Waterless!

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Goodness Gracious Me!
I dislodged my humongous body from the clutches of the c1966, £300 pound, second-hand charity-shop bought, crumb-containing, odour-retaining, Harold’s Haemorrhoid-testing, nauseatingly beige coloured, non-working, virus-breeding recliner, giving up to the chances of ever returning. The rattling in my head from the consistent eased immediately. Phew!
I had planned to get the ablutions and shaving sorted first thing, with a stand-up bath so as not to disturb my neighbours with the noise from the shower… but…

Great balls of fire! pillock  ,
, I could spit! That’s the second night I’ve failed to check the taps and cooker, and lost all the hot water! Both me and the Carer, actually. NO HOT WATER to do the ablutions with. No way am I going to risk carrying hot water about again, after the last scoldings I gave myself, carrying it to the wet room for shaving with. At least it didn’t overflow.

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I rose around 02:00hrs and took off the night catheter bag from the .
I had a thirst for a mug o Glengettie tea come over me. This is when I found the hot water tap running cold as you like. Self-condemnation and hatred spouted from my mind and loins, I was annoyed with me! This was despite having a sign up in the hallway opposite the door, that Carer Richard had kindly done and stuck up on the airing cupboard door for me to use to remind myself and other carers. As I said earlier, thank heavens I’d not left the plug in the sink! Could have been a lot worserer, I suppose. Humph! I took these two terribly bad photos of the morning view from the kitchenette window. Then cleaned up the mess in the sink and draining board. I got the waste bags sorted ready, and went to get the computer on… always a nerve-shattering thing, hope that Liberty Global will, might, maybe it’ll work… But No! I should have known better than that, shouldn’t I?
It was not having the quick solutions to come back on this morning. In the end, I had to lose what bit of work I’d done on CorelDraw, WordPress and the Ode – Spit, Spit, Spit!
Turn everything off, DVD reader that’s not right… erm… SD Reader, keyboard, computer and the Liberty-Global thingummy whatsit box and leave things for a while, in the hope that it could come back on in ten minutes or so. I reset the router and hobbled off to respond to the needs of the .
shared a little control with again. Not a lot! The thing that puzzled me a smidgeon, was the three shades of brown in the two torpedoes? One of them was almost black. Still, it made a change.
I got my first mug of Glengettie made and enjoyed it. A lovely strong brew! Have way through gulping it down and chimed out as the Carer arrived for the first visit. It was the new gal, Marilyn or Maria I think her name is. Nice gal; we managed a few minutes of chin-wagging in between. Nice lady.

I pressed on with the blogging but kept feeling guilt and annoyance at having no water, so no shave. You bet your bottom dollar that tonight when the water has heated up, I’ll have nodded off, with me getting up so early in the morning.

This late afternoon, I managed to take two of the worst photos I’ve ever managed before!

Both pictures were set on the ‘Indoor Option’ on the Kodak.
Both, as you can see, came out weirdly reflective, if that’s the right word. I wonder what I did wrong this time?

Made the semi-prepared meal. The spuds were done in the slow cooker, halved and a splatter of BBQ sauce was applied. The fresh garden peas with a bit of mint in them were gorgeous!
The cheese pasties were done in the oven. The tomatoes were halved and liquid salt was added. Nice!
Flavour-Rating: 7.9/10.

Lips, faces, & a spear?


Inchie: Saturday 15th July 2023

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Had some rather Dark urine in the night pouch this morning.
But there was a little more than there has been lately.

That was a good sign of hope; that the Finasteride tablets may be doing the hoped-for job of shrinking the prostrate, with a view to me being able to wee-wee once again, with Little Inchie direct into the WC!

The ankle and legs looked a lot better this morning. But… the hip joint was genuine agony for me. The rib pains, as are the burning, stinging pains from the leg injury and infection, are less frequent.
I soon learned that walking was risky, with the hip partially seeming to give way now and then. Oh, and the pain when it does – ARRGH!
Turned on the computer. I got the waste bags made up, and I thought the hip pains might ease when I hobbled about. But, No!
Went to make a brew, and the Carer arrived. I was in the kitchen, so I didn’t hear the doorbell sounding. Turned around, and the gal made me jump… Hahaha! She helped me get the slippers on.
Had a closer look at the infected wound coin the leg. It looked so much better. The occasional stinging pains still give me some pain and hassle, though.

I spent a few hours catching up on the blogging. Carer Sam arrived. We had a mini-natter; she did the usual for the noon call. Drops & medications.
I went to make another brew, taking a snap of progress at the house, close to the Woodthorpe Grange Park bottom field. Plenty of equipment or parts there this morning.
I had to take the right slipper off. Too painful, as the leg and ankles are beginning to swell up again. Getting as big as the left leg. The hip is just as bad; it’s not a good place to be when I stand or brave hobbling. Bit of drizzle, and I espied the mud-slide was relatively wide. Hehe!
I went back to the computer to finish off Friday’s post.

Well, fancy that! That’s not exactly why I thought, but you get the idea, I’m sure!)
So, I went off to visit once more, the ,
Another marathon session… well, not the session, but the cleaning up after the session… if you know what I mean… if you do, please let me know. Thanks!

NokiaI finally got the blog sent off to WordPress. A text came in on my new Nokia 90 Hz refresh rate 6.56-inch touchscreen display offering a resolution of 720×1612 pixels (HD+) and an aspect ratio of 20:9. Nokia G42 5G is expected to be powered by an octa-core Qualcomm Snapdragon 480+ processor and come with 4GB of RAM mobile. I may have got the wrong name there?
The night bags are being delivered today. Carer Kara ordered them for me. ♥

They arrived at 11:15hrs on the midday Carer Call while Carer Jo-Anne was here.
Raining again.
Made a start of this template.
I took this photo and searched for my missing nail cloppers... no, nail clioppers… 3rd try… nail clippers! Gorrit!
One shot of the houses around about.
A little like an upper-class Coronation Street?
With no Rovers Return, of course!
I thought of some titles for these pictures;

The Invasion of the Grey Clouds!
Grey Aliens Attack!
Is there anybody there?
Grey Clouds Escape?

Aliens Spit Euro Dollar Signs in Attack on Earth!

Maybe not.

Moving forward to take the close-up shot, I accidentally & Caught the infected wound simultaneously on the radiator. Which caused me considerable pain as I twisted my left hip in unison.
But, you know me, (Ahem!) it was no bother; I merely laughed it off casually. Well, I did an hour or so later when the Codeines, Phorpain Gel and Hemp had had time to ease the pain. Hehehe!

I hope the Oligarchs pretend connection does not go down again. I must get the food order done. I will try it now; crossed fingers and all that… Huh!.

I started preparing and cooking the nosh; I just had to take a shot of the sky through the kitchenette window. Gorgeous! A
without any doubt.
Not too fancy a meal. But enough for me to enjoy. The soy lemon yoghurt was the highlight of the dish
Flavour Rating Overall: 6/10.

I hobbled off to wash the pots up and got this photograph of the great, which could almost be a painting, view of the evening sky shot yet again.
What happened after that? I’ve no idea. But I woke up later with the hip giving agony, which is most likely the reason. No choice; I had to take an extra Codeine and Paracetomal to ease things before I could nod off again. Tsk!

The likelihood of unlikely liberalism looming is always liable!


Inchie: Saturday 8th July 2023

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The Health Check Returns this week up to now,
are not too bad at all.

04:00hrs, I woke with a jump and jerking motion and looked at the clock. No interest in getting up or even moving was located. So, I violently passed wind, I recall this disturbed poor little to trickle a little blood. I felt the sensation of the wet warmth from the bum, in the Protection Pants. But I did nothing. These American Depend pants can cope with a lot worse than a spot of blood, without leaking anything. Then fell back into the bliss of sleep. The Carer is not due until around 08:00hrs, so I envisaged a good four hours more sleep. Mmm!

06:25hrs: I was woken by the Carer. That buggered my extra sleep, Ha-ha!

She got the night bag off of the  She helped me to get the night pouch detached from the troublesome this morning  , she didn’t want the bag removed for some reason. Tablets eye drops, medicine, and second eye drops sorted out. And as I started the three-minute waiting after the drops were inserted, with my finger in the appointed corner of the right eye, she left to go on her rounds.
Though far from painless, the ankle, feet, and toes showed signs of improvement. I booted up the computer. Tried to load the photographs from last night, and once again, the shuddersome, evil, unpleasant, cruel, uncaring, displeasing, much-hated, reprehensible, shuddersome, God-awful, scandalous, 26 million dollars a year salaried, Herr Fries of the Pathetic pretend Internet Supplier, & customer ignorers failed!
It’s difficult to believe, I know… So, I made use of the time. A fun selfie on the computer screen. Then…


Not without some hindrances, though!
The wet room, and got myself comfortably seated on the . No sooner had I picked up the crossword book, than the evacuation, started and it was all over in seconds. But what a mess I had to clean on the rear end, much to the displeasure of !
I started on the shaving, before tackling the stand-up washing of the overburdened gargantuan, but bouncy-fleshed torso. The Brut was needed afterwards due to the several small nicks that I accrued during the detruncating.
Great that Brut! As I twisted and stretched to put the after-shave back on the shelf, . My right leg slipped in the bowl – I grabbed a hold of the sink, as the bowl tipped over and all the dirty water from the bottom of my feet, spread all over the wet room! I may have quoted a commoner’s curse or two.
Then started spitting, questioning God, humanity and hating even more, , who I blamed for my enforced early ablutioning!
Got the mess cleaned up… and found that I’d left the hot water tap running! Good job I’d got the shaving done, then, cause it was only tepid water to use now!
I then against the trolley wheel. Then when bent to have a look… I banged the leg ulcer against the trolley frame! Luckily, I’m able to bare, or should be bear… pain easier than others, and just laughed it off.

Then got back to the computer, on the web… and a few minutes later, it went off again!
According to the backup and revisions page, while I was self-harming myself in the wet room, it had gone down three more times, five in total. Keep watch on this blog for the following failures!

As I was ten minutes or so into updating yesterday’s blog, Carer Jo-Anne arrived, as the owned Internet failed again, for the 6th time! Would you put your business in the hands of the financial wizards, of smoke & Mirrors money conjurers ? I know it will never happen, but if I win millions, at least I know not to invest in anything to do with . It scares me to death that they may start buying up energy or water companies in the UK. The mess they made of Virgin Media, a once reliable company, is now being demolished, with ulterior motives I’ve no doubt, financially inspired.

Ah, it’s back on again… no sooner wrote this and it’s gone again! For the 7th time! It’s not sad as such. No, yes it is!
Huh! It’s raining now.
A strange hue in the sky for mid-morning today?

The next carer arrived, well two of them. One in training. A nice pair of lads, methinks.
Well My Goodness Gracious Me, and blow me down with a feather duster! Strikes again! Can you believe it? I do!.
I got the new dressing gown on. I bought an XL one to make sure it went around my shockingly tubby and wobbly meaty midriff.
It Didn’t. Each time I sat down, the bottom and top splayed open, revealing my privates, belly and legs. Enough of a shock for anyone! I sat down and sneezed – unaccountably, one of the shaving cuts started to bleed.
Int life good?
The Internet returned. And I started to do some work that I had not been able to save earlier, yet again: As if by magic, the world’s most incompetent provider .
The light shower has stopped.
I went to make the last of the two mugs of tea I’m permitted to drink daily. I can drink as much decaffeinated tea as I want they tell me… Have you ever tried it? You’d be better off and get more flavour drinking stale water!

As I was making the tea, the last but one Carer call was made.
The two young lads, CA & CV. One had a look at the accident area and ulcer zone. One thought it looked terrible, the other a lot better than last week, who I agreed with. Naturally, it still hurts, but nothing compared to last week. The toes are clearing a bit too. The ankle swelling is not so keen on going down. They did the drops, the medications, Peptac… well it’s that horrible flavoured Gaviscon now, and then the drops.
I mentioned the kitchen floor’s state, with me having to go to the hospital on the domestic’s call day. And the new lad set about using the speed mop on the floor for me, bless them.

Very late up tonight, blog addiction again. With the blessed going down so often, I was many hours behind schedule with the blogging.
I should imagine that the top dog at , oligarch Mr Fries does not have this problem? It must worry him a bit?


INCHIE: Wednesday 28th June 2023

I love this one; just look at the dates. Hehe! 

I burst into life with a jolt, inane muttering coming from my mouth; I must have been in the middle of a dream? I detached the night bag from .
Decent-coloured urine this morning.
The need to use the arose, and so did I from the c1966. charity shop bought, second-hand, wincingly grotty, beige coloured, not working, crumb-covered from the nocturnal nibblings, itch-making, uncomfortable, virus breeding, easy-to-fall-out-of, recliner, caught my balance, grabbed , and off to the wet room. The evacuation session was completely different this time. in complete charge. Messy!

A stand-up job. Bleeding aplenty from various departments during the washing-up, of my magnificent, muscular, firm, women-attracting body. Where from? I’ll tell yers: Teeth and gums, nose, chin, neck, head and of course the regulars, , and poor old . Oh, naturally from the inserted tube.
The took me half as long again as the flipping wash & brush-up did.
Ten minutes on the computer, and…
And, these oligarchs, heroic internet blockers who claim this: “Liberty Global is a world leader in converged broadband, video and mobile communications and an active investor in cutting-edge infrastructure, content and technology ventures” – Financially they may be, but the service is crap!

Within five hours it had been down nine times! (And more followed!) By the end of the day, the smoke & mirrors money fanatics had failed me no less than 22 times!  I really must say, My hatred for them grows!

I tried for ages to get a hold of neighbour Josie, to give her some coffees and a pink G&T. I sensed she was in, but it took me six tries… which was something to do each time that $26 million salaried boss Herr Fries led and owned companies internet failed, again and again!

Domestic Denise called. Shocked at the state of my leg. I think she mentioned it to Carer Kara, who called in quickly to check on my leg wound. Creamed it for me. I’m worried about going in the taxi tomorrow to the Bank meeting, it is painful, and my wearing trousers are bound to hurt more. Poor thing, Hehe!

Laundry returned.

Something else to do while the Liberty-Global internet is down.
I made a brew and had two cookies… oh, three!

While a carer was here, ILC (Independent Living Coordinator) Generaloberstess, Ice skating champion, florist and Warden Julie came in. I’m not certain what took place but think it was about ordering a lift with for 21 July for the EENT Hospital. Kara spoke but, I didn’t catch it all; bad timing with my old ear wax crackling again.

Back on the computer…

Ad an early meal, just a small one.
Sarnies, tomatoes and beetroot. Nice!

Not sure why or when I took this one.
From the computer desk through the balcony.

Carer Chris did the last two calls. Asked him not to put the night bag on, I’ll do it, cause going into the kitchen to make a meal with tube and bag to carry along with a walking stick, is too risky in my state. Mind you, there is always the chance of , , or maybe even a kicking off when I bend, so there is no winning either way. Hehe!

Well, fancy that, I’ve not had two meals in a day for a year or so. I good sign, mayhap; or not?

Then, washed the pots and…
took a shot of the end car park as it was beginning to darken a little. We can’t have had much rain lately; the mudslide from Woodthorpe Grange Park was noticeable by its absence!

Waking up to the flashing light from the TV screen, which did the cataract no good.
I went to check the kitchen and wet room for anything left on or off that shouldn’t be.
The amazing blue hue of the night.

Good Night!

INCHIE: Friday 23rd June 2023 – WC Water Tank Mended!!!

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Today held such promise as well. On waking, my EQ informed me that it was going to be a mixed day – Whatever that means? No question, deep anticipation, tergiversation, and an irritating doubtfulness of today’s upcoming events, were rumbling about in my head this morning.
Despite a positive belief that the WC water tank and tap will get repaired. It’s just the other unknown new bafflements, problems and concerns that always arise. Every single day, although not so bad at the weekends as a rule. But this is a Friday – famously known for having to make appointments and get lifts, with no help available until Monday. Anyway…

At 06:20hrs, I rose from the depths of my c1964, £300, second-hand, musty, Haemorrhoid Harold Testing, cringingly beige, crumb-covered, not-working, renowned for its encouraging somnipathy, rickety recliner. To see the
The night pouch had a little more content, but according to Carer Chris, rated on the NHS card as being on level 6. Not good! However, having three tumbles in three days and giving the bladder and other areas a bit of bashing is not surprising.
I hastily removed the night pouch, put it to one side, then raised my gruesomely overweight body from the chair and made for the wet room. To do a stand-up wash…  but first, there came an urgent, very urgent feeling to use the . And what a session that was! had given in the battle for supremacy, and was in full control. I swear the water in the bowl bubbled for two minutes after receiving the three massive torpedoes in short order! This may need more than two buckets of water fetching to refill the non-working water tank… and it did need extra. The first flush and one torpedo stubbornly refused to dive. I used two buckets at hand for refilling the bowl, before it disappeared, but streaks remained on the porcelain I had to clean up. Then fetched more water for the next visit. Then realised the plumber was coming today, so may not need them with any luck for the next sitting. Hehe!
Next, I started the . Tackling the shaving first was the most challenging, to avoid all the cuts from yesterday, and avoiding any more. Well, that went okay! Just one tiny nick. My spirits rose!  Washed my feet in a bowl while having a body wash. That was not so good. I caught the tube on , which made me jump, and pulled it again! had lowered my spirits a smidge! Getting the protective pants on afterwards, and lowered them some more!
However, I did get the pants on without catching the valve tab or tearing the pants at all.
Medications now, other than the.
Germoloid applications to the rear end. I think that the falls had caused the excessive bleeding from . No need for the corticosteroid cream today. No bleeding from the Inchies fungal lesion. Which was amazing, considering I’d just pulled at the tubing stuck in him!
Spirits crept back up an iota! Getting dressed only involved putting on the thin dressing gown for the moment.

Getting the slippers on in the other room, was nothing short of farcical. The now thin right leg went in pretty easily. But the bloated left leg and foot were a different story. It must have taken me eight or nine to get the foot in without hurting it. Funny really! The white toe ends seemed more prominent?

Checked around to see if I’d left nothing on or running, and off to the kitchenette, to get the kettle on for a brew of Glengettie. Took this snap of the morning view.

Carer Chris arrived, as I just noticed I’d left the urine night bag on the trolley, and was emptying it. It seemed to be a two-tone colour now? Hehehe!

Chris got the first eye drops in and had a look over my body as he applied the Phorpain Gel to my area. He did a good job with it too.
Dished out the medications and did the second eyedrops.
Then told me of the 6 bruises around my body, presumably from the falls. He then took a photo of all of them.

Starting with the head…
The arm, I think, might have been during Deana’s visit fall.
Not sure where this one was from…
The back, I think
This one w

as Pareidoliaiable.
I see a mouth and chin?
Must be the back near the top of the PPs?
Chris moved down to the left leg…
Then right leg
I do try to avoid these tumbles, but as the
The doctor said years ago, when I was diagnosed
with There is
nothing we can do for dying Neurotransmitters.

I believe the base cause of the falls is PN.
The Water Geysers and ulcers, something else.
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We had a laugh about things, and off he shot on his rounds.
I go the computer on to update the Thursday bog. As you see here, I didn’t get far!
I was working on CorelDraw to start the Health check graphic, and the intercom flashed. It was the Nottingham City Homes maintenance plumber, I let him in and a minute later, he was coming in and came to me at the computer. I took the chance to remind him of the tap not running as well as the tank not filling. He already knew, so Deana must have told them when she phoned for me, bless her.
He got on with the job for half an hour or so and then came to me.
It was a bad photo, but I took it after he had to empty everything from the airing cupboard to access the tanks. Loved the way he used the raised toilet seat from the wet room to get up high enough. Hehe!
Nice chap. He showed me a broken part when the inside had come free. He’s called his base, and someone was coming out with a new spare part. He was going down to wait in his van for their arrival. I insisted he takes a can of pop of his choice to drink while he was waiting.

Virgin Media had come back on again. So I pressed on regardless with the Thursday blog updating.
Many mistakes, some I’m bound to have missed in my haste as the afternoon approached already.

The young man returned with the part and got on with fitting it for me.
I took a peep at the pile of things from the airing cupboard, clothes, soaps, covers, towels etc.
And found some lavender soap that I bought for Sister Jane years and years ago, I thought I’d lost it. Hehehe!
The man came to say, I’d got water from the tap and into the tank. But I must be aware that it will never be strong either. And why, but I can’t remember that bit.
He showed me in the wet room what he meant. If it stays like that, I’ll be happy enough. Thanked him, and off he went. I rang Deana to tell and thank her, but it was on the answerphone, I think.

Strewth, the days have gone quickly again! Back to blogging. Well, that was the plan. It came back on a few minutes later. At last, I got it finished? – But No!

Carer Sam arrived with a new young girl to do the meds and eyes for me. I had them laughing with my tales of woe. Haha! Finger in the corner of the closed eye for three minutes. Back on the computer blogging. For five minutes.

I used the time to check on the hot water supply – it was cold! Did I mention how lucky a person I am yet?

Carer Kara rushed in. Bless her cotton socks! She rang the TSB bank, and eventually, after a right performance again, logging in, Kara got to talk to a human, someone from the West Bridgford branch, the only one left in Nottingham.
Not only did she make an appointment for me, but will come with me as the bank had asked her to (I hope). She ordered a taxi for the day, too. She had to rush off but made sure I’d got the appointment correct in the Google calendar first. Now I do feel like a lucky person! To have help like this is Grrreat!.

Finally, I got the blog done and posted to WordPress. Phew, what a struggle that all was!
A lot of photos to go on today (As you can see), but I got them uploaded and doctored quick enough. Then realised I’d missed putting this photograph from earlier on.
Can’t have been any rain today, judging by the reduced size of the mudslide?
Oddly, the legs have stayed the same today, left lofty, right reduced in size. Ah, I wonder if this has anything to do with the left overfluided leg, suddenly losing all sensations of touch?
Carer Chris made his last call of the day. He’s got four days of now, I think… or did he say three… or two… He got the eye drops in and then issued the medications. Rubbed some Phorpain Gel into (Nice!) Then, it was time for the drops in. I asked him not to put the night bag on yet, and I’ve not made a meal. Assuring him I’ll be able to remember to put it on. (Cough, cough!)

Going to get something to eat now. Hopefully, I’ll be back in the morning, to catch up.

It’s getting late, and the legs weaker, the eyes worse, and the weariness creeping in.

I caught the last moments of the sunset. Took a wide shot and then a close-up one. Not my best of efforts, but being late, I had been got at by a vicious.

A really tasty meal tonight. As I said yesterday, the taste buds are returning online. I’m glad to say. I’ve had some terrible-tasting meals of late.
Flavour-Rating: 9.2/10.
Put the pots in soak. It is definitely safer regarding the left leg crumpling risk, using two walking sticks… but to carry anything at the same time is impossible – and you can almost guarantee that the going dead – neurotransmission failure will come just when I am carrying something.

ignored my over-tiredness and plea for sleep for ages. Then I realised I’d not put the night bag on yet! So, I did!

Back down in the £300, second-hand, c1968, charity shop-bought, eyesorely-horrendously, grungy coloured, Harold Haemorrhoid-testing, easily-falloutable from, unfit-for-use, not working, recliner

Nodded straight off, and into a dream about the Skegness beach. I’d lost someone or thing, & was panicking, frantically searching the sands, and asking everyone if they had seen what or whoever it was, but the short dream terminated abruptly, when I woke with a jump, thinking I heard an ice cream van chimes similar to my door chime.
I felt the need to check, even if it had sounded, by the time I fumbled out of the recliner, got the sticks and my balance, the call would have ended. Still, I hobbled on to check for any missed calls; there were none. I wonder if in the dream… ice cream…?

I turned to go back, and the night view through the window made me get the Kodak to take a shot or two of the amazingly blue nightshade.
A close-up shot revealed that the sun was just seeable.
So the so-called dream must have been a short one. That is, if I had one at all? Looking closely at the second picture, I wondered what the squiggly lines are on the left? Likely some additions.

Auf Wiedersehen, Mon amis & до побачення

INCHIE: Thursday 22nd June 2023 – Things looking up, I’m worried!

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Well, where do I start again?
New problems, Whoopsiedangleplops, Cock-ups or Accifauxpas every single day! And 90% of the current batch, has not been sorted or rectified yet! Int life good? I’ll not mention the Acci-Whoopsie yet, but I’ve just taken a photo of the resultant injuries, which I’ll display here further down. Cause knowing my luck, there will be more to follow yet… Hehehe!
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I stirred into imitation life again. And, me thinking it was early yet, for some reason I had it in my mind after looking at the wall clock… well, what used to be a wall clock, it fell off and I can’t reach to put it back on the wall, so it rests next to the Margaret Thatcher squeaky toy above the electric fire… that I cannot or dare not put on with the prices of electricity… Where was I? Oh, yes…
night bag was removed from the Catheter contraption. Not a lot, but a decent colour. Naturally, the bending and pulling immediately inspired to offer forth her usual doses of pain-giving.
Thinking it was only about 05:00hrs, I decided to get the ablutions done, but no showering; the noise would disturb the neighbours. So a stand-up at the sink, the one with the cold water tap (Faucet) not working, would suffice this morning.
I soon discovered I’d now had neck pains from yesterday’s tumble.
I cleaned the few teeth I have left, and during doing this, it dawned on me that yesterday I could not find the toothbrush – it was straight in front of me on the cold-waterless sink!
A body wash ensued. But not the feet, I can’t get at them, so will put them in a bowl of soapy water later.
I started to shave… and the ? Hello, I thought, who’s this so early? It was Carer Richard’s voice I heard. I had to finish u;p early cause I didn’t want to keep him waiting; he’s going home after his long shift when I’m sorted. I ran the razors over the top of my head, retrieving them from the back neck area…
THE BLOOD FLOWED… down onto my cheeks, face, into the earholes and then the protruding mould of my belly onto the floor!.
I wiped the cuts with some paper towels, fumbled about getting the PPs on, and finally, a dressing gown. I left the mess to sort out later, I’ve got to go back to do the medicationalisationing yet. Dolloped much Brut aftershave to stop the bleeding nicks.
I apologised to Richard for keeping him waiting; he was putting the first eye drops in seconds. Then did the medication during the five-minute wait, before giving me the second Optha eye drops. I did the three-minute finger poke in the eye near the nose, and off the tired-looking lad went. Thanked
Back to the wet room. Olive oiled the ears, and Germolened the head; the bleeding had stopped. Germolened the grossly wobbly belly. Then I Phorpained the
knees. Cleaned the blood up from the varying surfaces. Then took an extra single painkiller, as and the neck were both a little severe, pain-wise.
Then I went back into the wet room again, for my activities. A smidgeon concerned about how this would go, with my not passing anything yesterday
In two words… ‘GOOEY – MESSY!’ Oh, and with an orange tint to the torpedoes! Incidentally, Richard arrived at, I think it was 07:40hrs. So my chronolgicalness was well out of sync. again.
I made a brew of Glengettie tea with the regulation four little cookies. I think the taste buds are coming back online… not like Liberty-Global’s Virgin Media when I tried to open it..

Olibarchally inept Virgin Media owners, financial-gain at any cost merchants of money, Liberty-Global Struck again!
So, I went onto CorelDraw and Excel to make some graphs.

Got back on the net, and Carer Kara arrived. She did the deeds, had a laugh, and checked on the wounds on my head; bless her. ♥ She doctored the wounds on my head from the bloody shaving . Thanks Kara!

I got back to the internet… I don’t think that Liberty-Global’s horrible $26 million-a-year salaried Oligarch, Mr Fries, is even aware of how pathetic Virgin has become! I’ll put it another way; He’s obviously not bothered in the slightest! He’ll be blithely unconcerned about customers, or the incompetency of any of the dozens of other internet companies that Liberty-Global have either bought out or got a share it, part-ownership. If anyone does leave Virgin, and many would love to, myself included – but the only other options, SS, Vodaphone, ‘3’, BT, GiffGaff etc., to go to, are controlled or partly so by dodgy data analytics manipulators Liberty-Global! Jealous? Me? Yep! Hehehe!

Oberstgrüppenfuhreress, Warden and Primo Ballerina, Deana, and
Oberstürmbannfuhreress, Desk Top Dance Julie cameth in.
To tell me they had rung the NCH maintenance to inform them of my problems of having no water in the wet room tap, or water tank. They anticipate I may get a call from maintenance about a call date. Bless ’em both! ♥ The photo above is from some years ago, but they look just the same today!

Yet again!
Can you believe it?!
This typically says a lot, but never they do it, or the damage they inflict on old men… coffin waiters, in the UK, particularly in Sherwood, Nottingham, en route to the greedy, profit-at-any-cost, smoke & mirrors, oligarchical cha

I caught my nut on the side of the kitchenette sink while washing the tea mug.
Knocked on the blood papules and paid the price. Had to use a lot of the Brut aftershave to stop it bleeding. I just laughed the incident off, as I always do…

This wonderful cloud formation soon gave way to misty high clouds – and you know what that tells you! Well, I hope you do and can tell me, please. Haha!

The mudslide was considerably less today.
Aha, The landline telephone ringeth and flashes. I’ll answer it then.

Twas ILC (Independent Living Coordinator), Oberstgrüppenfuhreress, Warden and Primo Ballerina Deana. To inform me that a Nottingham City Homes Maintenance plumber will be calling tomorrow… to look at problems with the WC.

The eyesight is getting worse again. It does that in the late afternoons, getting worse as the night arrives.
I shall go forth and make summat to eat. I may, possibly, mayhap I’ll be back!

I’m back, tomorrow morning, well, afternoon. (It was a busy, busy morning). I took a photo of the end car park; the mudslide well reduced now, even though the rain was falling.
I’m not sure if I intended to take this photograph, or if it was another accidental exposure. I’m known for my accidental exposures, you know. Hehehe!

I got the meal served up. Roasted mini potato chunks, tomatoes, pretend bacon, and the rather misleading – but then again, I am misled easier nowadays as I prepare for the man with the scythe.
Damned expensive for what sparse bread it contained. But they were, after cooling, rather nice! In fact, the entire meal was for once.
Yesterday when eating, I thought the taste buds were getting more responsive.
Tonight, they were back to form.
A delicious mini-feast.
Taste rating: 8.6/10.

Late Carer Chris arrived, the moment I drifted off into slumberland. Thoughtfully left me in the aged, grotty-looking c1966 made, charity-shop-bought, horribly beige-coloured, £300, Harold’s Haemorrhoid-testing, non-operational, acne-giving, virus-breeding, rickety, easy-to-fall-out-of recline, while he performed the two eye drops and medications for me. Night pouch was attached to .

Before he left, he saw me looking at the Sunsetting and cursing that I could not get up to take photos of it. He kindly grabbed the camera and took these shots for me and the blog. I thanked home, and off he went.

But could I get back to sleep? Nope! No thought storms, though; it was a cracking headache from the head wounds, and that was the reason. Humph!