True Tales of Woe

Wuggabugger Inchy: Thursday 19th September 2024

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After a wonderful night’s sleep of about an hour, the Fire Alarm went off. Oh, I am a fool. I’ve already written about the alarm in yesterday’s blog. At the time of starting this writing (15:20 hrs), I’ve already dealt with some of the expected visitors. And must now find the stamina and desire to continue until the last callers arrives. Only the cardiac murmur nurses left to  arrive. Then maybe, I think, the TV Bailiffs may come. ‘At any hour of any day’, as they put it in their letter. Mind you, I also forgot about Window Cleaner Joe coming today. Talk about being confused… well, you weren’t, but I was. Haha!
I had so many people calling and ringing up throughout the day. I think Concentration Conrad enjoyed it.
I’ll have to do another quick job. I don’t know when the Nurses will arrive, so I’ll get on with the photos. I fang You!

The urine was not so dark, but then again, I got woken up by the alarm, and I ferreted around each room to find the cause. So it was like a morning exercise for me. No luck—HAHAHA! No luck, as if I needed to tell you that!
Got the ablutions tended to. No chance of getting back to sleep… sleep? Sleep? Oh, yes, I remember it now.

Oh! Nothing has moved all day yet.

Then Window Cleaner Joe arrived. I opened the door, and the moment I saw him, I remembered that he was due today. Tsk!

Carer Christopher arrived. It got me medicated, and the diabetic sock is on for me. I told him of my struggle last night to get the lid off the beetroot jar. Carer Israel called, and he took of the cap without any bother. I can remember the times when everyone would bring such problems to me to solve. Things change.

I started working on yesterday’s blog update, which I was still working on hours later when Carer Kimberley visited. I asked her if she could call the nurses to order more day and night catheter bags, impressing the short-leg version, and ask for some of the muslin pouches if available. I gave her the wrong number; Kara used to sort everything out. Kimberley, but no one has told her, and I couldn’t advise her. They told her to ring a number. But she didn’t have time. I thought she was doing the Health & Bank (Not that she can, until Kara swaps the names with the bank). Kimberley said she’d ring them later. Thank you, gal.

I’m back on the blog, but with all the Catheter and Bank problems, along with worrying about the nurses and the TV License team calling, concentration was minimal.

The Deep Vein Thrombosis nurse came next; she was in and out quickly, taking my best pen with her! Took blood and my pen! Hehehe!

Then, the Iceland order arrived.
Four items were substituted. 
One of them was the mini-plum top mates. They’d substituted a pack of four heavy, underripe tomatoes bigger than golfballs. They were that heavy, which indicates little juice but plenty of flesh… I took care not to drop any when putting them away. They would probably break a toe if they landed on my foot. Good job. I’ll get a drill and hacksaw. (Sarcasm)
I did get ready and microwaveable beef meals in rich stout gravy. I’m having one tonight if I ever get the unstarted blog done. Head spinning, I sorted the other stuff out.
After jiggling the products to make room for them, I got the bread into the freezer.

The Cardiac Nurses arrived. I greeted them with a smile and Good evening. They got me on the bed, stripped my top half, and set up the worryingly technical-looking scanner system. It only took about 40 minutes, and it was all done. I had to keep silent and not move during the process. Me! Not talk or move for all that time! shook a bit, and they had to start again. I may have sulked a little when they told me off for moving. Haha!

The print-out must have been 6ft long on the machine. The nurse with the lovely stubby legs said they do not do analysis; that’s done at the hospital. I will get the results tomorrow. They were kind enough to take a nibble and drinkie. I love to thank them that bit special.

1710:hrs: I’m on with the blogging up to here. But I need food and, even more importantly now, sleep.

Carer Chris kindly didn’t disturb me too much during his last call. He took the socks off, and no medications were needed. I think we had a little natter.

Forced myself to get up and get the belated nosh sorted out.

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I did better with the earlier sunset photo, though.

Finally, I got onto the bed for a glorious uninterrupted
7 hours of blissful sleep!
Waking up was the problem. Hehe!

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Fare & Fair thee all well!

Pseudosophy Inchy: Wednesday 4th September 2024

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Another day of frustration, torment, mistakes, Accifauxpas, Whoopsiedangleplops, agony from the bladder, wee-wee not flowing correctly. Urine’s colour regularly changed from almost clear to a deep brown and back again, Little Inchie in agony, the Catheter Contraption tugging away at him, Constipation Conrad showing no signs of easing, and… Never mind, a typical day here up in the clouds in the imprisoning flat, with increasing rent, power to go up 20% at the Labour’s first budget in October, and the yearly Power Costs Support Money has been cancelled by the Labour Party. That’s the one that Keir Starmer told us at the election was safe in our hands! I hope I never meet him; I’ll be nervous expecting him to pick my pocket!  Or worse!
The Founder of the National Health Service and my top Hero, Anyeui (Nye) Bevan, must be turning in his grave! 
Keir Starmer is a liar, cheat, wealthy, and power-motivated creature who seems too clever for his own good.
Did he not know his deceit and underhanded lies by omission would not be revealed? It’s only the suicidal Conservative Party’s own ineptness and patheticness that got him into power! Well, fair enough. Keir’s blatant lies helped. One of his first sleight-of-hand moves was taking away the pensioner’s Winter Warmth cash: an easy target for him, and he knew it. 
The personal protection of the prime minister and former prime ministers is the responsibility of the Protection Command within the Metropolitan Police Service. The fleet of Prime Ministerial Cars provides the prime minister with a number of security features and transport. The Labour leader racked up an extraordinary expenses bill – an average of nearly £50,000 a year – while senior public prosecutor, including a chauffeur-driven car alongside first and business-class flights worldwide.

Starmer billed over £180,000 for chauffeur-driven cars in London despite living four miles from the Crown Prosecution Service (CPS) office.
He took first-class flights to four continents. As head of CPS, he took an 85-minute flight to Belfast, which cost us £443. 
Starmer spent nearly £20,000 on four flights to Washington, D.C., then claimed £7.24 for a taxi in the US capital.
His successor, A Saunders, served the same 5-year term but had travel expenses less than a third of the size of Starmer’s. And we have to grit our teeth, he says, at the budget?
Starmer took home £1m over five years in charge of CPS and accrued £336,000 in pension benefits.
Long-time watchers of Keir Starmer, who have questions about his murky rise to leadership of the Labour Party, will have noted the investigation by Gabriel Pogrund and Harry Yorke in last weekend’s Sunday Times with interest. Based in part on materials from investigative journalist Paul Holden, whose forthcoming book The Fraud: Keir Starmer, Labour Together, and the Crisis of British Democracy is due out early next year, the Sunday Times article reveals the slush fund of undeclared, unregulated, and unlawful dark money – more than £730,000 of it – that financed the reconquest and reclamation of the Labour party by its far-rightwing using Keir Starmer as a figurehead. 
Still, I mustn’t let the pug-faced, tergiversation, lying, duplicitous, untrustworthy, clever double entente master, and obnoxious Oligarch git get to me!  
Keir Starmer is at the peak of his dishonesty! Or should that be at the birth of unlimited new opportunities?

I got a little carried away there… didn’t I?

I woke late, at 0600 hrs, but I felt a smidge perky, so I decided to get up and do my ablutions. I looked down from the bed to see that the nocturnal catheter pouch had barely any wee-wee in it. But the gigantic, thick, overly-long tube was backed up with much darker urine that was not going into the bag. So, I applied the usual morning task of throwing the bag around like a football rattle, then threw it back on the floor. Sure enough, the urine flowed. Still too dark, but still. Can’t win them all. I popped into the kitchen before the wetroom to check that I’d not left the taps on, fridge or freezer doors open or cooker on. They all looked good to me.

The photo of the Bottom field and City Hospital in the distance was taken. They’re not bad either, well, alright.

First thing, a sit on the Porcelain Throne, pain, effort, and Oh, so slow coming out. Constipation Conrad is still in full charge. I took another Laxido sachet in warm water later). There were only a few specs of blood on the toilet roll, and there was no mess to clean up! After cleaning my teeth, I had a shave. The aftershave dribbled onto the flesh cuts. Tsk! A body scrub, and ont to the medicationalisationings. Olive oiled the earholes; Earache Erasmus was no bother today. Put the eye drops in. Then, I got the barrier cream under the man’s breasts and belly bulge.

Germoloided Harold Haemmoroids and antiseptic cream were on the top of the legs, where the catheter straps had cut into the skin a bit. Acne cream under the arms, around the neck, and to the forehead. Then Phorpain gelled the knees for Arthur Itis. I could not reach down to do the ankle ulcer; I’ll ask a carer later. But, of course, I forgot to! The last mendicant, as usual, was the ointmentating of Little Inchies Fungal Lesion. Gawd, doing this hurts! I cleaned the glasses and cut my fingernails. I was in the middle of the usual battle to get the fresh PPs on when the door chime rang out. I finished as quickly as possible, but whoever it was had gone by the time I got to the door. Hobbled back to check the wet room, but could I find my hearing aids? No! It’s still a mystery to me, like so many things nowadays.

As I put on the gown, I noticed the thick, long catheter tube was in backflow mode again. And even deeper red now! I’d also obtained a new cruise on the left leg. It might have been caused by the top strap trapping the skin. Or not. I didn’t know what I was thinking at that moment. A seizure was on the way, and I knew it. Although how I knew it, I don’t know. But it did come, as Carer Shaquille arrived. I think I was waffling a lot. I know Shaq got the diabetic socks on for me.

I made a brew and got onto the computer belatedly. I have no idea what I got carried away with, but hours later, I’d still not started updating the blog. It seems I got some work done on CorelDraw, but not successfully. Spit!

Carer Kimberley arrived to provide financial help, but of course, she couldn’t. I pointed out that until Kara told her what to do and how to do it, including changing the name of my Prime Helper with the bank, they would not talk to her. She had a look at the mail but does not know, nor do I, where or which folder has to go in where. Kara used to do it so well and efficiently for me. She will see if Kara can show her and change her name.

I took this snap of the clouds while making a mug of tea. I’ve already drank three days’ worth of my allowance, which is six mugs, which should be two daily. A twinge of guilt was soon cast into the abyss of the ‘I’m-not-bothered-anymore’ section of the brain. A Dark, Dank Depression fell that instant! 

I could not seem to break out of this downer. It appears that I also snapped a picture of a beetroot jar, but I cannot recall the reason why. But finding it on the SD, I thought I’d post it with a warning and advice for chefs worldwide who may use pickled beetroot from the UK. “Warning: This beetroot is as hard as concrete!” “It can bend knives used to cut it”, and “Break teeth”. But, think of the poor producers, who are like everyone else, who have struggled with the Conservative’s ineptitude and now face Tax rises, Price Rises, and cut-backs from expense-fiddler Herr Keir.
Just thought I’d get another dig-in at HMG.

The miniature catheter pouch emptying went on and on. And it was not a good colour at all.
That is until about 19:00hrs after Carer Israel made a quick visit. After a few minutes, the weight of the mini-pouch tugged on Little Inchie, so I emptied the bag again, as it was so light a colour? This is baffling me. 

I decided I was too tired to carry on. So, I went to the WP reader and viewed any messengers. But I needed to rush, as my hunger was growing, and I needed to eat before I fell asleep.

I was serving up the nosh when Carer Israel arrived. I forgot to photograph it. Israel took the diabetic socks off my legs and attached the nocturnal bag to what may be my most painful catheter contraption. It has a tiny bag that needs emptying far too often and a long, thick upper tube that is giving Little Inchy more pain than ever before. (Written in hopes of the Doctor reading this blog)

I took these shots of the near sunset earlier and forgot about them until I found them on the SD card in the morning (Now).

It’s not too bad an effort, even if I say so myself. Smug-Mode-Assumed!
Got settled to watch some TV, & although I was seated with my legs up, Dizzy Dennis visited me for a couple of hours. I was on the verge of pressing the wristlet alarm, and as he dissipated.

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TTFN

Hypnosophy Inchy: Monday 2nd September 2024

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I woke up, not that I was too interested in doing so. Late around 06:00hrs. I went into an instant seizure and sat there on the bed for an hour or so. I don’t know what I was thinking, which is probably a good thing. Felt well enough… well, physically, to climb out of the bed. The night pouch had over 900ml of urine in it. I emptied it, sealed the bags for disposal and washed my hands. It was as if I’d blinked. I found myself in the kitchen, cleaning the sink. I must get someone to phone the Doctors for me – and get some help getting ready for and going there. 
I’m back into another seizure and found I’ve made a brew of Glengettie. Things are getting daft. That’s not the word.

Carer Richard arrived and sorted out the medications. I sense that I moaned about things and listened to his replies, but I’m unsure. His legs are bad again; Richard returned in the heavy-duty leggings this morning.

As Richard departed, I had a Dizzy Dennis visit. A bad one this time. I just climbed back on top of the bed to rest a bit.
I say a bit; I didn’t wake up until nearly midday!
Sod, all done, tons to get done.
Starting with the Porcelain Throne visit. It hurt more than yesterday’s.
The farting little day punch filled up while I washing, and the weight took the tube down the leg. Little Inchie took the brunt of it. I was fed up already! Mind you, it was late. It’s afternoon already now! And all the extra work to be done on the computer. When am I going to get the shower and shave?
I found these photos when I got on the computer.

I must have taken them during my first reluctant rise before Richard arrived, although I don’t know anything for sure in my current state.

I could not make much headway with the blog. I had to keep making things to replace the thousands of graphics I had created and lost yesterday. Or was it on Sunday? Obviously, the concentration was not good, and things were getting worse.
As the seizures eased and the catheter had been emptied for about the eighth time, Carer Chloe arrived. She took this photo of the stupid, harmful, annoying, frustrating, miniscule day pouch fitted.
I apologised for boring her with my moaning and thanked her as she departed.

I went out onto the balcony and took a couple of shots of the cloudy sky.
They held a beauty to me, however low I was feeling. I’m getting sick to the teeth listening to myself gripe about my bad luck, but I have to say, I’m having a lot of it.

It seemed to get misty again.

When I got back on the computer, I was more baffled than ever about what I was doing and what I needed to do. I had to sidetrack to get things I’d have normally used from the CD file, and then I started doing something else instead. I was well peed off with things. That is putting it mildly. 

I used the new Kodak on these shots of the mist.

Carer Precious arrived. With me getting up so late, I thought it was about 13:00 hrs… it was 17:35 hrs! The lad issued the evening medications and gave me a bit of help on the computer. I was struggling with having to make a new spreadsheet for the health checks after deleting four years’ worth. It’s many years since I’ve had to make one, but the new methods and layout in XL had me beat. He sorted it in three minutes.
Thanks, mate! 👍🏼

Took this sunset photo.

Worked till early morning again.

TTFN

Anthroposophy Inchy: Sunday 1st September 2024

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An even worse day today!
The Carer said this one was a 6 on the NHS scale.

To the wet room. The scab had come off the knee injury from when I took another tumble. The bottom of the leg had gone down a lot, but not the knee area

Constipation Conrad must have taken a vacation yesterday cause he’s back again. Arghh!

Got the computer on. And was doing nicely, I thought. Which for an hour or so, I was… Then…
When I tried to save the work done on CorelDraw, messages told me there was not enough memory to save the file. Try saving in a different location or with a different name.

I tried doing this several times but had no luck. I bet you are not surprised by that! Then, the message on the screen changed. I can’t recall exactly, but it said something like, “You are using memory while it is not there.” Remove as many unwanted files as you can, then try again.
 What a cock-up I made of this!
At one point, I stopped swearing, spitting, and howling and cried instead. But anger replaced the frustration. I tried all the earlier options again and deleted as much as possible. 
I found an NHS folder and opened it; there was nothing in there, so I deleted it. Then, a file I could not recognise was empty as well. Gobblediclonk!
I turned of and restarted the computer, not expecting that the CorelDraw would have saved the working file, but it had, well, most of it. I tried saving it to another name in a different folder, and wallah, it saved. I was over the moon!

I TRIED TO UPLOAD FROM THE CORELDRAW FILES!
THEY HAD ALL DISAPPEARED!
I’d earlier updated the Labels file with one for each day of September and the WordPress Templates for the same period. Finding they had disappeared is when the tears flowed!
I also lost all of my photographs, puzzles, labels, WP items, and others I can’t recall. I keep realising when I go to open the non-existent items to use. There are no health check listings or appointment dates and times. I’ll find more later, I know it. I now have to start them all from scratch again. Grrr!
Boy was, am I miffed! What a pillock!

I then rang a computer repair place, well emailed them asking if they do home visits and roughly described my problems with the computer, and there are plenty of them.
Then, I tried a different one: The Computer Man. After using their website to email them, I discovered they are an amalgamation of computer engineers. They will contact me when they can. I might have been better off not using them. Ah, well, it’s too late now. Whoever answers first, I suppose. Computing took me at least five times more time as I had to recreate lost items constantly. It was irritating.

I can’t get around to messages, comments, or WP Reader. And with my short-term memory, I keep forgetting the new locations of what bits I have started to recreate and need to use.

Just look at this later catheter bag emptying colour. It seems more like the colour of weak tea!
The problems mount up. I wish some help would.

I’ve spent endless hours trying to get going again, but it’s so slow, and I’m getting knackered now. 23:00hrs.

I did get a bit of excitement.

I saw the smoke on the horison and took the above shots.

I’m tired out, hungry, dirty from not showering & shaving, depressed, frustrated and plain fed-up!

I’m confused as well. I’ll see if I can stay awake enough to go on the WP Reader and comments. I did, but I didn’t really enjoy having to rush things. It limits the pleasure. There is some fine poetry and photography today. 

Took a decent shot of the early evening sky.

This is the window I forgot to close and hit my head on when I was prepping a meal.

Then, I took this terrible shot later while checking how the cooking was progressing.

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A liver, bacon and mash ready-made meal. Bacon and some instant mash were added.

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I didn’t, but I got two of them – Hehe!
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Yet another frustrating day.
I’ve had enough, I have to say,
Lost files, more time will be lost, thrown away,
Computer, health problems, depressionally,
More battles physically & mentally,
Mind you, the scabs fell off of my knee!
The one thing in which I was lucky.

I wish you all a day of peace and be hassle-free!

Dubious Inchy: Mon 19th Aug 2024

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Deep Dank Dark Depression Today

I could do nothing about it. Talk about self-loathing!
My concentration was as bad as it’s ever been. I was wandering off-track, missing timings and appointments.
Electric shocks galore. However, the toothache has been a lot easier to cope with up to now. Great!!!
The day has gone by, and I have only completed yesterday’s blog and am now starting on this one. But the blues seem to be lessening… but we’ll see how that goes.
Few photographs were taken; it was also a miserable day weather-wise.
Two hours after emptying the night bag, the urine suddenly flowed. 400ml! Mind you, I had been drinking well. Guilt!
I think the Carers over the day were Richard, Joanne, Precious and Chloe.
My mind was all over the place.

I took these three before the late mist arrived.

Just look at 2nd emptying of the day pouch.
It is much lighter in colour, and as you might be able to make out in the photo above, it is just under 840ml!!!!

Recharged Kodak two.

When Carer Chloe arrived, she was a little nonplussed, as I was in Seizure mode and did not know everything I was doing, thinking or saying. 
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I eventually got here late Tuesday morning to update it. I saw the ‘Which can apply’ as written above. Unfortunately, I had no idea what I was going to write. How horrible these blanks are. Which can apply…

I found these not-remembered-taking shots on the SD card of the cloudy evening sky.

I got tucked into it but found the chips were ‘throwawayable.’
The ones left in the freezer will join them in the waste chute in the morning. Otherwise, everything was good.
The tooth-spray-painkiller has been a proper boon in easing the pain.
I must get some more in reserve soon,
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I just can’t understand how a young man of my intelligence, alertness, college degree education, librarian-like knowledge, observational skills, mathematical genius, and keen-sharp eyesight failed so miserably with this one.

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I’m struggling with concentration and mind-blanks. When my Caregiver gets back to work, she’ll be busy, and so many folks are awaiting her return. I shall be patient and not bother asking her to get involved with the Doctor or Dentist until she gets caught up. I have missed her. I hope she’s idling away doing nothing. Resting and enjoying her holidays.

TTFN.

Dithery Inchy: Sat 17 Aug 2024

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CorelDraw, or rather trying to sort it out, was my lead Hassle. Whoopsiedangleplops: A new ailment on the top of my back. I’ve not the foggiest idea what it was or is. There was no pain to start, but it kept itching like mad. Carer Chris took a photo of it and asked me if I’d had any stitches on my back. Nope, I didn’t think so. The back was a smidge red, but that would be where I been scratching at the itch. A few hours later, Carer Joanne came and took a look. The marks that looked like stitch scars had disappeared. She said she could see a mole coming up. It beats me what it is, but it kept hurting, getting more tender as I got tired in the evening. Another mystery from within Woodthorpe Court, with the hobgoblins, spectres, gnomai, phantasms, ghosts, the grotesque succubae, extraterrestrials, ectoplasms, spirits, or the Fata Morgana that have been sent to taunt, irritate and terminate my already limited saneness of mind, which is at the stage of beginning to lose its marbles?
Very little got done other than spending at least 14 hours on the computer trying to sort out the CorelDraw problems and thinking I had several times. However, CorelDraw would not save the default settings no matter which way I wanted to save them, so this one will be a real short-on-detail effort. Not many photos were taken either. I’m a bit down now, and the seizures that came on about 16:30 hrs were annoying in the least. A stormy night’s sleep, yet again, did not help.
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The urine was a little lighter than yesterday.

Yet still hurty!

I went to make a brew of Glengettie. I spotted the second pod pea packet as I got the milk out of the fridge. I could not resist them. I shelled the whole packet, throwing away a good few that had gone mouldy. Another mystery was left unsolved. I dropped about ten peas but found only two to retrieve. Where the hell do they hide?

Morning view.

Yet, another mystery. Why did I put the meat pastie in the cupboard, not the fridge? I found one in the other cupboard yesterday but missed this one. I’d had a seizure but carried on doing things. The Doctor didn’t sound concerned or interested; she just pointed out my age and ailments to me.
It brings an unwanted smile to my face.

An afternoon sky shot.

Then I got on the computer, all gee’d up to get things done. Sadly, CorelDraw stole many hours of my time. I was determined to sort out the problems accrued after being told to upload an update to sort issues out! I was okay with it before, anyway. I was excited when I thought I’d cracked it after four hours. But no, I rebooted it, and all the alarming traits with the texting were back. Shit, Shit and SHIT to CorelDraw!
I still kept on trying, though. When a carer called, I tried to look and sound upbeat. They must be sick of hearing me moan.
I know I am!

I’d just taken this shot when Carer Ayu arrived. He could see nothing in my back, but whatever it was hurts more now than earlier. He rubbed some Germolene on it for me, gave out the medications, and was offered a nibble, which he took up three times. Hahaha!
I managed to catch the sun in between the clouds this time. Not too bad an effort, Smug-Mode-Adopted!

It’s now 21:50hrs, late? Definitely,
I am depressed, in pain, and angry
Also, I’m pretty hungry,
Can’t cook it until he’s seen to me,
Have to cook with my catheter bag in hand, not on my knee,
And the tube in hand, which is not handy…
Doing things, baking, cooking,  culinary.
I’m moaning again, silly old ‘B’.

22:30hrs: No Carer has arrived yet.
No one arrived by 23:55 hrs, so obviously, no one would come. I guessed at the late-night medication; I think it was only Peptac and painkillers. I olive-oiled my ears and toothache-sprayed the teeth. I could not get the nocturnal pouch to fit on, so I had to leave the already five-day-overdue-to-be-changed-day catheter bag on. The urine is getting deeper and redder in colour, and poor little Inchie-Willy is in constant pain. I can’t recall when the District Nurse last came to change the catheter for me; I think it must have been about seven weeks now. The uncomfortableness is now turning to pain. Toothache, earache, the CorelDraw nightmare, Carer not arriving, Humph!
Back in the morning, I do hope.

Getting the spuds out of the oven… yet again! Three times in a week now. Still, it didn’t bother me in the least. I laughed, called myself a nasty name or two, & forgot everything about it. Ahem!
I think I caught my hand on the rack part of the oven rack as last time two days ago, the wounds merged. Hahaha!.
The meal was coped with well by the teeth.

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Please Keep Safe, Each!

Dichromatic Inchy: Sun 4th Aug 2024

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All behind again. A quickie.
No, not tomato soup…
It was my overnight urine.

First kitchen shot of the day.

Just like yesterday, we had an early light rainfall that dried up in about 10 minutes, and no more again. I think I’ve put the wrong photo on here? Sorry.

I got the hoover with the headlights out and did a bit of cleaning up. Not much mind.
Sunday again, 10:00hrs and no 07:00hrs Carer arrived to sort the medications for me. No surprise, this is almost usual recently at the weekends. I can understand the problems that can arise from my experiences as a Security Controller. 

It was slow progress again with the blog updating. At 11:15hrs, Carer Fazziyya arrived. I got the medications from her, and we managed a little natter and let her pick her nibble and drinkie. She still had two more calls to do before she could go home, bless her. Nice gal.

I had a prolonged Seizure. Came back to as near to reality as possible and went to make a brew. Carer Helen arrived. She could not issue any medications, which meant I suffered a little longer with . The gap was not long enough to cover the 4 hours gap limit on painkillers. So, I put an effervescent Nurofen tablet in the spring water.

I made a meal of soft foods. Well, the potatoes I burned were painful, so I had to leave some. I washed the pots and intended to sit down briefly to clear my head before tackling the blog again, but… Zzz’s!
Two hours later, I woke up and got back on the computer. I seem to have lost a lot of wasted time today?

Then Carer Sushaman arrived. was already here, he’s been with me all day. Hehehe!
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He sorted the big medication issues out for me.
He noticed I was scratching at my arm all the time, so we examined the offending limb.
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Aha, a further outbreak of Acne or Eczema?
Well, fancy that, another ailment for me.

I carried on blogging, not getting very far cause I kept mind-wandering off to other things.

I meandered out onto the balcony and took some shots of the slowly getting lower sun, with the awesome pattern of clouds highlighted, it seemed for me personally, with my Pareidolia’s Delight.
I bet you can see some of the things I did in the sky. Go on, see what you can find.
The ghost? The dolphin? Or maybe it’s my new spectacles that will help me see them?
Hahaha!

I’ll have a go on the WP reader, before the next Carer is due.
Some great poems and photography on WP tonight. Doug’s cats, Andy and Tim, were exceptional. 

21:00hrs I turned off the computer, having managed a little work on the blog, at last, and awaited the arrival of the last Carer of the day’s call.
21:55 hrs: Carer Richard arrived. He did not sound too happy. I got him a cold drink, and he took care of the medications.

After he’d gone, I had some hunger pangs despite my already having eaten a little meal. I took a night view shot while prepping the meal.
Potato waffles, veggie sausages, some Milk Roll sliced bread, and a very tasty lemon and lime-flavoured vegan dessert.

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Everywhere there is cheating competition,
Humankind is at fault, the causation…
The world breeds an immoral civilianisation,
Each proletariat morphs into a curmudgeon,
World leaders get greedy & cantankerous,
Who can supply the counter-aggression?
From driving over a chevron…
to militarily, daily killing of a million,
Is this God’s & Allah’s dominium?
I have yet to make my decision!
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♥ Keep your chin up! ♥

Infinitesimal Inchy: Sunday 28th July 2024

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The old showerhead is breaking, and the new one is not working. I left the hot water tap running cold again. My eyes fade far too early in the day, and I have double vision, with shadows on the letters and words on the computer as and after typing.
and giving me some stick and occasionally failing. And pains. bleeding. Even a  … 
All took second place in the agony stakes today, to  and the new ailments on the block! My concentration was almost nonexistent at times. Both came in waves, eased off a little, and then returned, not at the same time, of course. They cunningly made sure that extra discomfort of some kind from one or the other was omnipresent. Even stinging away at me was almost acceptable! Naturally this happens when there is no one to call for help at the weekend.
I’d forgotten how many painkillers I’ve taken – and am about to take even more. Excuse me…
I’ve just taken the last of the liquid Codeine. When that wears off, I think what I’ll do is in the hands of the Gods. I’ve sprayed water in the left earhole three times today, but it is not getting any worse at the moment, at least. I keep putting in the olive oils regularly, too. I’m looking on the bright side!

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04:10hrs: I disconnected the side-saddle nocturnal catheter pouch. (Later on, Carer Kim said it was a 6 on the NHS colour card)
Within minutes of rising from my much-needed but short slumber, both & kicked off.
I hobbled to the wet room to see if the shower had started working. Huh! Beep-beep-beep! Water supply, “Turn off & reset” Another bother: I’ll have to ask the Caregiver in the morning to phone or get Warden Deana to phone about the shower, then phone the dentist, then phone the Audio Clinic and Doctor about the earache. I have a distinct feeling this week is going to be… well, not a good one, possibly a swine!
I went to the kitchenette to put the kettle on to have warm water available for self-ear watering and took a photo of the view. Later, I found this one on the right, on the SD card. I can’t understand why I took it.
Then I did left and right Kodaking of the wonderful light sky and beautiful clouds on offer.

I decided to take some solvable over-the-counter painkillers, spray the tooth pain-killer in the mouth and did the first ear flushing of the day. Over the day, I did five flushing of the left ear, which seemed to help a little. I also used the toothache spray six times and took painkillers.
I took the first macro photo, and I was pleased with taking this pain spray picture on the left later in the day. I got on the computer to update yesterday’s blog. It was farcical, as the pain from the toothache kept on and on. Concentrating was impossible, but I pressed on. The mind-blanks were not helping things in the slightest. Carer Kim arrived and saw straight away the state I was in. I just waffled on, not sure what to say. I was in the middle of suffering a mind blank at the time she arrived. I think she looked at the showerhead. She was certainly caring and concerned about me.
I offered nibbles and a drink in thanks. I got the photos mixed up earlier; this is the one taken in the morning. I fear there may be other errors in this blog.
Also I refilled the Carers & Nurses nibble box earlier and missed it off or got it mixed up in my muddles, pain-filled head.
Sorry.
I think I took this one later, with the first cloud shots way above.
The kids and family play area in Woodthorpe Grange Park. There was no mudslide today, and there has been no rain for ages! I have been working on the blog for hours but am not really aware of doing it at the time. Pain distorts one’s brain. How I got the photos out of sync and order, I don’t know. I do, really, but I am trying to avoid feeling sorry for myself. Hehehe!
These cloud shots I think I took from the balcony, but I most likely didn’t. I should have said I don’t know where I took these shots. The pain is getting bad now. The toothache is much worse than the earache. I kept dosing myself; I’m not sure I had any choice in the matter, really. Arrgh! Twice!
Carer Ali came. He wanted to call for an ambulance or at least 111. Bless him.
At least the ankle and legs were much better. Or is it because the toothache is worse? Tsk!
It’s mid-afternoon now, and I’ve got some potatoes in the oven. If one cooks them slowly and for longer, the potato flesh is much softer and edible. Hopefully, it’s less painful to eat, too. I said mid-afternoon, but I just looked at the clock, 19:00 hrs gone!

I better get the potatoes and find something soft to have with them. I’ll dollop a load of no-butter butter in them; that might help—or not, knowing my luck!
Back in the morning… He says!
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Carer Richard called. In a rush. My earache was a little better. The Toothache was not!
I couldn’t eat the pastry; it was too hard. But the soya and gravy were alright if I ate carefully. The lemon non-dairy pot of whatever it was called was okay.
This is a poor evening shot. No, not so. By now, it was a morning shot taken after washing the pots, pans, plate, and tray and putting some more tooth spray in my mouth. 

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THE PRISONER
The captive looks out at the world beyond his cell, erm, flat, and also beyond his capabilities to get out into. 
He can recall the past from his still semi-active long-term memory.
Marathon running, playing squash, boxing, and both of his sexual contact experiences, in great detail, actions, emotions and failures. 
What is his short-term memory? He’s wondering why he went out onto the balcony. He can clearly see His Majesties Prison Nottingham from his balcony, where the criminals are fed for free. There are no worries over doing the laundry, paying rent, or paying for the electricity. They are fed three times a day at no cost to them. Free computer access! A medical nurse is in attendance 24/7. There is a dentist, too. There are no caregivers’ bills for them. If they get tooth and earache at the same time, they will be tended to. Inchy won’t, he has to wait until Monday, then hope a friendly carer calls who will phone the dentist and doctor for him. If their showerhead stops working, they can use the one next to it and get the other repaired in less than the eight days Inchy has waited. (Up until now). and will not have to pay either; Inchy does!  Inchy doubts if they would have to wait the three years he has to to get his Glaucoma lasering done. (Up to now). Inchy had been referred to a specialist to investigate both of his cartilages, it’s been nearly a year ago now. Would the prisoners, murderers, child molesters, drug gang members, etc., have to wait so long? Inchy doubts it. Then again, he doubts his very sanity, logicality, longevity, and practicality. 
He gets more dithery, edgy, jittery, uptight, jumpy, nervy, wobbly, unstable, vacillating, doubtful, and tentative, which brings us back to his dithering. His hazey-maze of hesitation, indecisiveness, humming and hawing, equivocation. Not that it matters; he’s incapable of remembering. Only this morning, he once again left the hot water tap running!
And his ankle feels like there are worms inside, burrowing!
He’s forever worrying over everything and nothing.
I don’t know why he does this chronicling.

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Intovertive Inchy: Saturday 20th July 2024

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Today was shared between moments of witwantonry, fear of reincarnation, frustration, Accifauxpas, self-vilification, futility, repudiation, prevarication, mystification, blogging addiction, mind-blanks, neurotransmission twitches, wrenches,  and jerks, Shoulder Shuddering Shirley, aches & pains, headache and toothache that had me believe that having a trephination I’m on list for,  would be less painful. A genuine ordalium!
It would have saved time and been just as accurate to have typed. ‘It was a normal day for me today’.
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I think yesterday’s tumble off of the stepladder may have affected the colour of the urine. So much of a deeper red than usual, even for a morning.
I got a letter confirming that I’m on the list for the trephination procedure. That cheered me up instantaneously!
The noninvasive CAT scan results were unclear enough, so they must look closer. Someone will call on me later to explain the procedure, nearer the time. 

I made a milkless brew of Thompson’s Punjana tea this time. Not that it mattered because I let it go cold, forgot all about it, left it near the kettle, and meandered to the wet room to use the Porcelain Throne. The evacuated product was a deeply, almost yellow-coloured. Soft, wet miniature golf ball-sized chunks, followed by some same-coloured soup as a backup. Well, there was no crosswording today. Still painful, though.

I concentrated on updating yesterday’s blog. It went well for the first half-hour or so. Then, my attention was disrupted by both ankle ulcers, the left one, for the first time in weeks. I soon realised they were far worse when they stayed down at the ankle and not the usual climbing up the leg. A different type of pain this morning, and they have stayed like this all day up to now. It was hard work on the blog now, slow and mistake-ridden.

Carer Chris arrived. He did the medicationalisationings and got the diabetic socks on, which was a little painful; the ulcer area seems more delicate today. 
He had drinks from the fridge and nibbles from the Carers & Nurses Table tub. Later, he returned with the laundry and took the waste bags away with him.

For about three hours, I repeatedly went into either Mind Blanks, a few sort of Brain-Refusing-to-Work Moments, and possibly non-epileptic seizures. Each time, it was like starting over again without knowing what I’d done already or not. Even after reading the blog, I could not recall doing some of what I’d written. This period was broken with the arrival of Carer Joanne, bless her. She soon noticed I was confused; many would not have picked up on that.
She was not very well herself, yet she spotted my frustrations and confusion. ♥ Thank you! 💕

I took an enforced break from the computer, as my eyes were getting worse earlier than ever today, and a break might help my brain. I went through some boxes and bins, collecting more rubbish and putting it into a waste bag. I got the Hoover out again and did the hallway.

I took a Kodak Tim shot with the blotches in it and felt I had to just sit down. So I did. I dropped on 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.
I didn’t nod off, but I did stir after looking at the dirty upholstery and tried a small patch with the foam cleaner and brush. What a mess! I’ll try again tomorrow after asking a carer to read the instructions on the can that I can’t. Hehe! It looks dirtier than it did before I tried to clean it! Humph! I decided on an early meal… not a good idea, I realised afterwards! Grumph! I had to remove the potatoes with black-eyed shoots from the Sainsbury bag; oh, no, it was Asda’s.

Sprayed them with oil, the good ones, and into the oven.  
Got a vegan pastie in the microwave, ready to heat later, and foolishly sat down again on the c1966, £300 pound, second-hand charity-shop bought, crumb-containing, odour-retaining, Harold’s Haemorrhoid-testing, Little-Inchy-Nipping, nauseatingly beige coloured, non-working, virus-breeding recliner. Then, I fell asleep! And I had a fantastic dream, which I wrote notes of to make tomorrow’s ode out of. Then, I smelt the burning from the kitchenette! I stumbled to get up to check the state of the food and gave way as I struggled out of the recliner. Clunk-Thud! Down on my knees! Getting back up with such haste, bearing in mind that the food may be on fire in the oven… a degree of semi-pity took hold of me. I went through a pain barrier to get up quickly, but unfortunately, against the chair wheel en route to the kitchen. My language was atrocious! And my potatoes were burnt to a cinder! With , I dared not even try to eat one. Still, I had the vegan pastie to eat, and all was not lost, even if it took me half an hour to clean things up and throw away the chip tray! Grrr! 

Things got worse. After using the oven’s heat to heat the vegan slice, which looked and smelt so lovely, I got it onto a dish and added some fresh halved tomatoes and brown sauce. I knocked the pastie wrapper off the worktop as I placed it on the tray and saw the use-by date on it. Disasterously, at least sadly, it read, ‘Use by Jul 18 2024’! So that was binned as well. My three mini tomatoes meal was eaten with some dry bread and sea salt. Hahaha! I wonder what the prisoners in the HMP, I can see through my kitchen window, had for lunch?

As is evident, I’m not usually stuck for words… but I was here! Spit!

Now, I am hours late and behind with the blog. It will cost me tomorrow to catch up.

I’m not up to doing any more blogging after today’s erm… well, daymare!
I took this snap from the main room on the balcony.
Then, I went into the kitchen to take this one of the offered views.
When I first looked through the window, I saw a flock of birds flying by; I could not see which ones. But they were long gone by the time I got the Kodak out. There appeared to be hundreds of them, but with Glaucoma Gladys and Catract Katie, who knows?

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Keep yer pecker up!

Incautious Inchy: Sun 7 July Gloom And Doom, and I broke the broom. Hehe!

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I woke, I know not when and nodded happily back to sleep.
I stirred again, checking the time on the not known to me clock, that the battery had run out; it showed 03:15hrs.
I nodded off again. I dreamed about my younger years as an ankle-snapper, and I think I enjoyed it. Then, a sharp retort from the ankles shot me awake.
A little confused when I saw the time was the same on the clock. Thinking I must have misread it, I swiftly went back into the pleasure in the land of nod.
I decided to investigate as I stirred and saw it was still 03:15hrs. I emptied the contents of the nocturnal pouch of the catheter first so I could carry it around while I searched for the wristwatch. The urine was dark, and there was an awful lot of it.
Giving up on the search for the watch, I started one for the mobile phone. I couldn’t find it. It took me a good while to find the mobile phone, which was always in the nightshirt pocket. Later, I found the wristwatch. It had fallen off the bed at some point, and I discovered it underneath the hospital bed. I got the long picker-upperer to retrieve it. They both confirmed that it was 07:15hrs! I went to clean the nocturnal urine jug.
As I was doing so, the door chime sounded.

It was a Carer. She was concerned that the kept safe could not be opened. I explained that the Warden had been advised about this problem and told her the door was not locked anyway. Getting inside, she was concerned that I had not had a wash & shave and about the scuff mark on my chin. I told her about the I’d had. She dished out the medications and took off my one diabetic sock. She noticed some yellow stuff was working through the compression bandaging the nurse put on the right leg and leaking ulcer. I mentioned the nurse was coming either Monday or Tuesday. Nice, Caring gal, as are others, Kara specifically as well. She laughed when I explained why I’d got up so late. Hahaha!
Thanked and treated her and made an effort to get a wash, shave, and the painful medicationalisationing done.
Another long job this morning.
I did have a bit of luck, well, several, really. (Smug-Mode)
No shaving cuts… Yes!

I also found some swabs and other tackles the nurses had left in a bag of supplies for leg ulcers, Haemorrhoids, Acne, and Eczema. I used the swab for the , and my rear-end piles and cleaned the yellow gunk off of the diabetic compression thingy. I did a decent job of it, too. I took this Kodak Tim shot above my legs. I thought I’d treat myself to a mug of tea. So, I did, but: 
, as I was getting the milk out of the fridge, I heard a noise from the other room, possibly some stuff had toppled over, so I hastened as fast as I could with . En route I    . This set off in a supporting role, . This was immediately followed by a vitriolic outburst that lasted for a few minutes. 30 seconds is about normal for her.

I got the computer going and opened Corel Draw.
Unbelievable rubbish was happening that had me so confused and annoyed,
The programme must have taken a new elongated route; it took ages before things opened properly, and then, just when I thought I could start putting the photographs from yesterday on… it told me to save this file as another name and/or location! Peeved off!
I was already three hours late starting the blog. Tonight, I will have a late night, maybe an all-nighter.

 Throughout the day, it did not help me concentrate. In fact, I had a feeling that what happened the other day may happen again. But up to now, they have only been short episodes, thankfully, but frequent. Carer Kara will ring the Doctor for me on Monday or Tuesday. Bless her.

Carer Joanne called. She was unhappy today; I sensed she was upset about something. My EQ is usually right. I tried to cheer Joanne up a little bit.  
Hang on, that might have been yesterday.

I took these two from the kitchen window.
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Wonderful Cloud Formations.

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I checked on the spuds to use later. (It was 0245 hrs when I got the meal served. Tsk!) The tatties badly needed de-sprouting.
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They looked better after a wash & brush-upwards. Haha!

Carer Richard arrived as I was taking this shot above. Wonderful Clouds! He had bad news about his poor legs. The hospital told him they could do nothing to help. The broken bones cannot be mended. Looks like painkillers and walking frames on his legs are possible. Poor lad.

As the night grew on, and I struggled with the blogging, I stood up to empty the catheter bag, and the yellow puss came through the bandage again.
Still, it looked pretty. Hehe! 

Early in the morning, I’m going to get some food now.
I found it difficult to prep the meal. I felt so tired out. It was at the ridiculous time of nearly 03:00 hrs, and I struggled to get the blog done because my eyes were so bad.
Baked potatoes halved with sea salt and Flora No-Butter butter slathered on them. Tomatoes and some vegan pie. A lemon-flavoured yoghourt followed, and I forced myself to stay awake to wash the pots. When I turned off the computer, I realised I had an Asda delivery coming in the morning, from 06:00 to 07:00hrs! I’ll be lucky to get any sleep at all! 
I took this Kodak Tim shot and went to the awaiting bed. 
And flipping- well, long overdue, it was, too.
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With contentment, may you be blessed,
Avoid the Oligarchs, druggies & fascists,
Your communications, the friendliest,
Got to go, I’m seeing my anaesthesiologist,
I pray today is one of your very bestest!

TTFNski!