Toe-Stubbing Thomas

Inchie: Sat 16th Sept 2023 Took Another Tumble

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While Carer Chris was getting Inchy back up on his feet, he said, “I’m going to do another rhyme about life!” And he did, as you can see. When the morning Carer arrived, there he was at his computer working on the aforementioned ode. When the next Carer called hours later… there he was, still on his computer, working on the aforementioned ode. It’s not as if it is any good, but he continues to dish out this rubbish. Which possibly proves the validity of what the old man wrote?
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Not as good as last week. But I’m still here despite the new ailments found lurking within… and around. Hehehe!
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Easy-Peasy, pudding & pie! No idea what that means?
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Another day of disasters. Well, maybe not disasters, but calamities, maybe. It all started so well, as well. I was feeling well… to start with.  Then the cock-ups started!
I’ll just mention two of them in this intro. Cause they cost me so much time, it’s now gone 20:00hrs, and I’ve just started this blog. Plans went askew, as they usually do! No, I’ve changed my mind; I’ll reveal what I remember of it, more or less how and when they happened in this amazingly popular blog, so as not to keep my mass of followers on tenter-hooks. It’s not fair to either of them. It’ll be a little sparse… that’s another thing, poor on and off all day. I’ll make a start; the Carer is due soon…
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Up and at them this morning. (I hasten to add, this morning, well moment, only!)  I dislodged the nocturnal pouch from the day bag. When getting up, the balance was a bit dodgy, and I ended up plopping back down into the £300, second-hand bought, c1968, nauseously beige-coloured, not-working, rusty, rickety, crumb-holder of a tatty recliner. A bloody experience. Poor blood flowed out, and as I got up again to do the balance exercises before trying to walk, I on the Ottoman. I’m not sure which hurt me more. Hehe! 
Off I poddled, very carefully to the wet room to Germoloid and wash my end. Picked up , & off to the wetroom. After washing and medicating Harolds’ wounds, putting olive oil in the ears, and then I sprayed some Brut over myself, I got the fresh dressing gown on.
You wouldn’t believe how painfully I accidentally shoulder-charged the door frame when leaving. Naturally, this started both , joined in then. I was a bit of a confused wreck for a few minutes! Nothing new there, mind you.
After a sit-down, drink of spring water, and a couple of the delectable Le Petit Beurre biscuits, I decided I must get on with things, and not feel sorry for myself. (As if!)
I found this photo on the right when I got onto the computer.
Must have been yesterday when I took this one, unknowingly. Then realised I’d not done the waste bags and safety checks. So, I did.
Made up[ the bag from three bins and put them near the door.
Then to the kitchen and took a picture through the window, hence the flash reflection. You can tell I’m a professional photographer, can’t you? Hehehe!

Checked in the kitchen, taps were okay, the oven was not left on and the fridge & freezer doors were shut–too.

Back on the computer. Sorted the photos from the SD card for yesterday’s blog updating, and was doing a reasonable job of it, if you don’t mind me saying so.
Then, an interruption for the use of the .

Another half-hour was lost! The mess, and I had to change into new Protection Pants due to my not being quick enough to get there to avoid a little seepage!
So more cost with having to re-Germoloid and Germolene my more delicate parts again. I was slowly sinking into a depression. But forced myself out of it, and into the kitchen with the aim of making a brew of tea.
But arrived. Got the eye drops done, and we had a little natter while she issued the medications for me.
I took her blood pressure. She’s one of the best BPs I’ve ever seen.
Hello, back to the .
What a mess again!
However, I did get there in time – only just, fair enough. But I was pretty pleased with my dexterity in getting there…
Not so with my dropping the toilet roll onto the WC; I’m getting wee’d off with doing this so often lately. The blame is on my , and after reading about the symptoms yesterday on the web, .
I’m losing my grip or hold on things so much more often this week. The right hand and fingers are getting stiffer and even less sensitive to touch. The digits often freeze on me. That’s how I dropped the mug of tea a week ago. Which managed to avoid the whole of the kitchen floor as it landed directly on my poor little .

I then got carried away when spending three hours, just doing today’s Ode! Even worse, I got involved in researching suitable words for other rhymes. Again, it’s messing about with my brain. I’m certain she’s getting more masterful at it.
Carer Joanne arrived, and we had a little chinwag. mutual moans and laughs. At last, I remembered to pay her for the eye pads she’d fetched me last week to use for the .
Bless her cotton socks.

I had this inane idea, of picturing the pot and me attempting to release the contents of the day pouch, which actually came out a bit decent, I thought. (Right)
However…
And what a one…
My right hand fingers froze as I was about to close the release valve. The pee shot all over my legs, feet and the carpet, not to mention the 1966 second-hand Hopewell’s G-Plan cabinet!
I faffed about trying to spray the disinfectant on the paper towels and tread them down, then remove them to the bin, and repeated the process. The third time, the towels were breaking up, and I could not use the picker-upperer this time.
So I got more fresh towels and.. wait for it… Bent down to gather the residue in them.
Of course, I should have known better. The Fall Team Lady, Sarah, told me not to bend down from now on. But when I keep constantly dropping and knocking stuff over, I don’t really have a choice? The urine must be cleaned up and the smell obliterated… But I’m sorry, I tried it now…
As I leant down with the fresh towelling, a visit from had me toppling forward, hitting my face on the cabinet and scraping against it on my way down slowly to the floor!
I’d a few little scratches on the chin; two teeth had been loosened, and were bleeding. was upset with me landing on her knee. This started of the bothersome , then joined in. Getting back up was its usual struggle. But at no time did I consider using the alarm wristlet.

The whole day crumbled after this one. Although, when arrived, he helped me… well, he cleaned it up all on his own for me. A nice lad.
 He asked if I needed him to ring the ambulance or Doctor’s. I think the neuropathy shakes and shudders made me look worse than I felt. I was lucky for once, I think; at least the bag didn’t burst open on me and make things even worse. When taking the medications, the right-hand fingers played dead again. I all but dropped the bottle of soda I was drinking from to get the tablets down. I took his BP, and here are the recent results from the Carers tests. They are a healthy lot. Haha!

I shall now, at 00:20hrs, invest some time in getting something to eat, at last.

I hope to be back in the morning,
And doing a lot less moaning,
I hope not to be groaning,
Suppose I’ll be mentally fidgeting?
If I can make time, do some vacuuming?
The computer needs fragmenting,
My teeth and jaw are stinging…
My back is really aching,
I am unfortunately anticipating…
a struggle with the ablutioning,
Trotsky Terence, Porcelain Throning…
I hope Little Inchie stops bleeding.
And I’ll try to stop burping!
TTFN

Inchy: Tuesday 22nd August 2023

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What a Start This Morning!
The Go-Wrongables went wrong again!

It all started the moment I woke up, with agony from the gonads area. Due to the movement of the long night pouch tube that was attached to much unwanted, I must have chaffed away at the gonads as ‘things’ moved for the first time in months! I’ll not go into too much detail, but the dreaming involved things of an amorous nature, with a bit of physical passion thrown in! As I began to launch myself from the depths of the aged, grotty-looking c1966 made, charity-shop-bought, horribly beige-coloured, £300, Harold’s Haemorrhoid-testing, non-operational, acne-giving, virus-breeding, rickety, easy-to-fall-out-of recliner, I believed a glance at the wall clock, that fell off of the wall and now resides next to the squeaky Margaret Thatcher toy, on top of the electric fire, that I can’t afford to use with the cost of electricity; and panicked a little when I saw (Wrongly as it happens) that the clock showed it to be about ten past seven. And the food delivery is coming twixt 07:00 > and 08:00! In my haste to get up, the tube caught on the new air cushion that was delivered for me yesterday. No messing about with jokes at this stage… It was horrendously painful, and I felt sure the blood flowed much more than usual this morning!
I fumblingly got the night pouch off ASAP and grabbed for my , and off to the wet room to check on the state of my inguen department in the lower regions. – en route against the door frame. But did not stop, went in and peeled off the bloodied protection pants, and went into an investigative mode to assess the damage. Not much Germolene left; I used most of it on Little Inchies. Then realised I had even less left of the Germoloid ointment! But remembered my taking brave choice, to order a tube of each on today’s Morrison order, and dang, the cost! Taking the wristwatch off, I spotted the real-time! 03:30hrs. All that rushing and pain for nothing.
Tea GlengettieGot the computer on to update yesterday’s blog. The time flew, but I took a break for a brew of Glengettie and the two last biscuits from the jar. No, I didn’t cry! But it was a close call. Hehe! I’d ordered some on the Morrison order, which cheered me up.
Little did I know what wasn’t being delivered and substituted, or I may have cried then!
MORRISON MUCK-UP!
The driver was kind enough to put the products into carriers I had saved and took them into the hallway for me. Kind of him; many tip the food out of their trays onto the kitchen floor or in the doorway. Thanks, mate, I appreciated that. I set about emptying the carriers and photographing the various foods, thinking of little witty things to say on the blog. I must have taken about eight decent photographs, starting with the line of carriers in the hallway. Freezer, fridge, and cupboard goods.
Then, as I was putting the things away… I realised how many had been substituted or were not available. Tsk!
No Germolene or Germoloid! ‘Sudcrem’ had been substituted. The two vegetable risotto meals had been swapped for, of all things, Vegetable Lasagne, Horrible stuff! But I didn’t notice it soon enough to send it back. Or I would have. Urrgh! Kara is a vegan; I’ll see if she will have them on her next call. The two Morrisons Acute Diarrhoea Relief Caps (Cost £1.20 each) were substituted with one Morrisons Diarrhoea Relief Instant Tablets. £6! Then, Pukka Cheese Leek & Potato Slices, £1.20, were replaced with Ginsters Cheddar & Onion Slices @ £1.48! Suddenly I remembered why I’d stopped using Morrisons delivery service – too late now. Gits! Can all these things keep happening to me every day? Well, yes!

When Carer Kara arrived, the bleeding from the private quarters had stopped, but not the pains. Tsk! Still no Ramipril Tablets, hence the high Blood Pressure readings for today. Kara checked the day pouch, due to be replaced on Wednesday. She kindly said she’d ring the Doctors or chemist about the tablet situation for me. Fingers crossed! It seems that all medications are in short supply at the moment.

I got around to putting the pictures taken onto the computer, my lovingly, carefully, time-consumingly taken shots throughout the late morning. But not one was on the SD card!
The SD card I’d left in the computer reader slot – AGAIN!
, I swore, cursed and lambasted myself as I ground my teeth and wanted to hit myself in the face! What else is going to go wrong? Don’t answer that, please!

Carer Kara arrived. I forced her to take the unwanted Vegetable Lasagne ready meals. It’s that white sauce on the that I don’t like. And I adore the Vegetable Risotto, but the last two times, they have substituted lasagne. Grrr!

Well, there’s no time to make a meal now. I’ve got to get the ablutions tended to… I’ve not started the photos yet; I better get them done first. Then, as instructed, I had to use the chair in the shower, fair enough.

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Please let my luck get betterer?
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The night bag colour is looking good.
Plenty of it for once, 500 ml!

A rainy morning close to the glass shot.
A wider view…
But neither was very good. Tsk!

Rubbish bags sorted out.

Popped into the spare room; I did a bit of sorting, but not much.
More waste bags to go.

Titivated the nurses, carers, and helpers nibbles.

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Computer issues bamboozled me.

Water Chestnuts Pickled!
After getting them into the jar, Kara told me they needed 4 days in the fridge. As instructed, I shook the seasoning in the tub.
Sorry, I did now. The lid wasn’t waterproof; vinegar went all over me and the floor to clean up. Fancy that!

The Morrison Farce Arrived.
All those lost photos, I took a few more, too late, of course.
Fridge close up. Leicester cheese to go in the potatoes later… well, that’s the plan, anyway.
Fridge full view.
Terribly bad freezer shot…
But the bananas came out alright.
I’ve eaten two during the day.

Balcony photo of the end car park.

Low puffer clouds, Bootiful!.
A Higher in the Sky view.

What were these two supposed to beat me?
Although this one could be my finger?
Better get on with the ablutions… Oh no…
It’s too late… no, I’ll get them done.
Back later.
He says, full of hope!

I’m back, but much later than planned. Tuesday morning.
I’d . Woke and went to check on the cooking and spotted the part moon high in the sky. I took these poor efforts for  photographicalisations
Got the wobbles, methinks?

Turned on the TV & .
The clouds had taken over the view.

I took these from the kitchenette window.
I forgot to check on the cooking. Tsk!

Gorgeous!
What a remarkable change to the scene!
Bootiful!

Got the meal served up. Instant mash with Leicester cheese and sea salt added! Vegan sausages, chestnuts, red & yellow tomatoes, salted, and mushrooms were over-seasoned and overcooked! And a banana. Shame! Carer Benjamin arrived as I was serving up the meal. He kindly put it into the microwave to keep it warm for me.
But I ate most of it; I just had to leave some of the mushrooms.
Flavour-Rating: 8.1/10! Got the pots washed and…

Slept for a couple of hours before the usual jumping awake with a jolt. Which, unfortunately, tugged at the tube from deep within Little Inchie, causing to bleed a bit. (It also made me wince and curse a little, but no matter.) Off to the wet room, carrying & the , to clean and medicate things in the lower regions. Washed and got new PPs on. I forgot about the instructions to sit down to get dressed. I used Protection Pants for the first time to see how with them. They are much thinner than the others, and the actual pads seem smaller in ratio. But we were comfortable enough after the gruelling battle to get them on! Hehehe!

All medicated and cleaned up, I hobbled into the kitchenette to ensure no taps (faucets) or stove had been left on, and the fridge & freezer doors were shut!
Which was when I spotted the orange moon high in the dark sky. I decided to take a photograph of it… But it came out like this below… Artistic, methinks, even if it was not planned.
How the heck I managed to get three copies of The Moon in there is beyond me. I bet WordPress photographer, singer, songwriter, animal lover, novelist and jolly-good-fellow Tim Price in New Mexico would know!

TTFN, Each!

INCHY: Sunday 20th August 2023 – Worried, frustrated and took a tumble.

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Woke up worried about the situation with the mystery of whether or not the cushion, bed, or both are arriving on Monday. Always on a damned Friday, I get confusing unclear communications from someone late on Fridays. No Meridian management to ring for advice; no Wardens at the weekends.
This means I can only advise them when the delivery is due! It makes it look like I’ve not told people in time, but what else can I do to get help moving the debris in the room to make what for the bed to go in? If it’s coming, it’s unclear what is arriving on the mobile phone text message left for me. It could be catheter bags, the bed, the cushion, or any permutation of?
So frustrated!
The Spain v England Football Final didn’t help my sanity! In the first half, when Spain got the only goal, they played better than England, who made midfield errors that led to the Spanish goal. In the second half, the Ispancha back-handed feminine referee made damned sure that England lost the final, not that England needed her help. Losing the ball, bad passing, and lack of movement was not a good display. Spain could have won without the referee letting them dive to the floor if they looked like they would be tackled, commit foul after foul, etc. But they did deserve to win without a crooked referee in charge of the game. Fair enough! England used up all their good luck in beating Nigeria and Australia.
I keep worrying about how it will go tomorrow. Bet I get it in the neck and take the blame. I’ll have to try and move some stuff myself now the match is over.
12:00hrs: I’ll be back later to update this blog if I get time.
15:20hrs: I’m back. Bruised and bleeding as it happens. Thanks to as I was stretching to get a box of whatnots! I took a tumble, hitting the handle of the four-wheel walker trolley on my way down, and I stubbed my toe. . Right on the wrong digit…  Don’t think I swore or felt sorry for myself, but I had to abandon the tidying-up job. I casually wiped the blood away (not worth mentioning, but it might make me sound braver than I really am, Hehehe!) and Germoloiding the minuscule bruise. I’ll take a photo of it later to prove just how innocuous it was if it can be seen. Har-Har!
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05:30hrs: I woke and rose from the depths of the £300, second-hand, decrepit, Haemorrhoid Harold-testing, sleep-deterring, nauseatingly beige-coloured, not-working recliner. In a state of some agitation over the short notice of the bed arriving and no one to ask about it, it was late Friday night, and no one in charge was here at the weekend. I determined I’d have a go at getting the room cleared on my own; I’ll see how I go with it.
Other matter filtered through making it into the brain. Like the final of the world cup for the ladies. EQ warned me not to expect a victory for England. I didn’t, and they didn’t win. Sister Jane phoned me at half-time; we were both doubtful of their gaining a victory. SADLY!

There was not much in the night pouch as I went to take it off the …
A sudden gush and it looked fuller?
It looked like a good 3 rating. However, during the day, Carer Rhamat classed the second check as a ‘6’ on the card! On her 12:00 call. It was a ‘two’. I’ve just done another review, with the cards, and it’s a ‘three’?

The day is breaking through the balcony doors.

Kitchen sorted.
Ablutions and Porcelain Throne.
Urge! Haha!

Blepharitis Eye Gel and Spray were used.
I’m getting used to these reading glasses now!

First mugs of tea. Sainsbury’s Extra-String Brown Label

Started updating the photographs.
I got a message from Norton re-drivers that all need updating (18). So bought the package and waited while it updated. Got a text from the bank needing code to use.
Norton then needed my password. Then Norton said to restart the computer, telling me I can use my computer now.
Then, a bill receipt for £44 arrived that had gone through. However, another message came through from Norton; telling me that one of the drivers could not be updated.
Getting all confused now? So I clicked to update it… Another message: This cannot be updated at this time, but this will not affect anything or harm your computer. Then why make me buy the updater in the first place then?

Watched the Football match. Carer Rhamat, Sister Jane, who called at half-time, and me, all agreed things were looking bleak for the England team. I’d sooner not go into detail. Sob!

I decided to get as much done as possible in the spare bedroom, to make room in case the bed does arrive.
I spent a few hours grafting away, trying to clear the rubbish as I went. And there was a great deal to be bagged.
The first lot that Rhamat took for me.
Second dollop, Carer Benjamin, after the cleaning-up session ended so ignominiously. Why? I’ll tell yers…

Just as encouraged me to drop a box of cans & bottles I was struggling to move, an instant
erupted with a vengeance like never before!
Not a plain simple one, of course, Oh, No! Not me!
I was falling after knocking the leg on the four-wheeled walker, and , not just any toe, but the one that hurts without it getting bashed about, but the flipping! Then the trolley I’d grabbed hold of, brake gave way, and down onto my knees I went. That did not please either or , nor did the forehead that hit the corner of a box of bleach! I was a little dizzy by the time I’d got through on my hands and knees to the c1966, £300, second-hand charity shop bought in 2008, crumb-containing, odour-retaining, Harold’s Haemorrhoid-testing, nauseatingly beige coloured, non-working, recliner.
That was enough for me. Not that it bothered me, of course.
Well, maybe a little. Somewhat… Aargh!
Got some cream Germoloid cream on the head scratch…
Then dolloped some Of the…
MedPhorpaingel on the knees and chin.
Hard graft!
Much mess still needs doing, though, in the room!

Carer Benjamin came for the evening call and saw the funny side of the bruised head. Hehehe!
I put the Blepha gel on the eyes, and
Sprayed on the water spray, while Benjamin was here.

Checked on the potatoes in the slow cooker.
Added some liquid smoke and.

Twinkly sun shot.

Then off to get the potatoes cut up and chop up some beetroot to add to the can of chunky veg soup. Fingers crossed.
We’ll see…
Not bad at all. Flavour-Rating 7.2/10

Got the washing up done and was in the process of trying to get a decent shot of the oddly-shaped moon, and Carer Benjamin arrived. He got the medicationings done and added the …
to . I got my last health Check monitoring done and took Benjamin’s BP. It came out as “Ideal” at SYS 120 and DIA 66. Mine was slightly different at 148-59, “Hypertension High”. Fit lads, Benjamin and Christopher. Jealous? Me? Yes? Hehe!

Back to trying to get a shot of the high in the grey sky moon.
Made a mess of that!
Horizon shot.
Made an even bigger mess of this one trying to take the moon.
It’s the white bit bottom left. My camera skills are getting worse! Mind you, I was taking these and carrying the walking stick and catheter night bag at the same time  Best excuse I can think of, Hahaha!

I settled down in the £300 second-hand shop purchased, c1966, welt-causing, uncomfortable, not-working, itch-inspirational, crumb-containing recliner. Turned on the TV and swiftly drifted off into a deep, dream-filled sleep. Waking up in the same position five hours later, the TV still on, and… this is true, by the way… no crumbs found! I can’t recall anything about the dreaming; I just know I had them?

Keep Safe, & Have a Great Day!

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

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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

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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: 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.

PAREIDOLIAING
Lips, faces, & a spear?

TTFN

Inchie: Monday 31st July 2023 – Another ‘Where Am I? What Am I Doing? Day!

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This is either Inchy’s best or worst-ever Ode!
Bonkers either way…
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Another confusing day, just like Sunday was.
Some Carers give me eye drops, others do not. I believe someone had called about the necessity, but the result seems to be a split decision, a draw – maybe they need a play-off to decide. Hehehe! I must get in touch with someone when I get back from the opticians tomorrow, to clarify.

The first five occurred when I first started the computer?
The tiredness came over me earlier than ever today. Memories are blurred, and the brain keeps stuttering, a bit like my old Austin A35 and Skoda Estelle cars did. Har-har!

Cock-ups, Memory Blanks & Confusion Galore!

Urine in the night bag at level 4 on the NHS Chart, methinks.

Balcony photos.
End car park.
Sky to the West.

Big Mess!
I Lost Hours & Hours!
What happened to cause the following fu… cock-up is beyond me!
It came after the internet… had gone down for the fifth time!
When it restarted, Firefox crashed. CorelDraw froze.
And I used language I was proud of!
The screen was filled with things not understood by Inchy in the slightest. Confused and lost, I ended up, after waiting in hope the, whatever Firefox was doing would come to an end. After two hours, I gave up, reverted to a spot ecclesiastical adoption, and prayed! Then the computer after having to force close it, was not interested in being booted up again. I considered suicide as an option… Gave up again, unplugged everything I could find, and gave it an hour… before trying again.

Made a mini-nosh!

The computer started this time.
Over the next hour or so of mistake-ridden work,
Black Outs grew to a current total of…

The delightfully pleasant Haematology nurse, Hristina arrived, to take some blood for the Warfarin test for the DVT Clinic.
♥ Wot a cracking lass! ♥

I lost a lot of work this time. But it’s understandable. Whenever Hristina arrives, she gets all my attention, and I forgot to save the work, in favour of listening, and admiring her lovely smile!
As I began to check the grammar on the newly replaced Ode I was doing…

Carer Chris arrived and refused to give me any eyedrops on his two visits. The last visit lasted for about 1 minute, bless him. No painkillers, for he knew how tired out I was, and was soon off on his round. Nice lad. I’ll ask Kara if she can sort out yea or nay to the eye drops. Carer Richard says yea to the until the current bottle runs out, but nay to the , until we can find out for definite if it is needed or not. I’ll see if the optician can advise on this in the morning when I go for the eye testing to be done.

Annuver Rotten Day!

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: 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!

TTFN