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Friday 7th November 2026
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How I lost every single photo taken was sickening. 
Judging by finding this one from Thursday, I assume I cleared out the wrong file. The one sheet of paper reminders was so confusing and hard to, nay, impossible to understand. The Carers tried to decode and read them, all to no avail. I may have to stop doing the blog, or just do an Ode a day.
Getting more hours from the Carers is something I can’t afford, but need. Now I have even less time to get the blog done. I’m getting further behind, to the point of frustration, and I reckon it’s making me ill. I know it’s not a good blog. Yet I loved doing them. Now they are not being enjoyed much at all. Cause I know things will be missed, forgotten or written wrongly.
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Saturday 9th November 2026
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Late Night: Nottingham Forest, then Notts County both on TV… Vitally, both of them winning! I settled down for a TV splurge. County first.
What a game! County just won, in the fog, what a fog!
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Began prepping a meal, then fell asleep for an hour.
Burnt offerings cleaned up.
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It is now 17:00hrs – Monday 9th November.
On Sunday morning, no sleep worth mentioning. I started feeling pretty bad for a multitude of reasons. The shakes had taken over control of my tight leg and shoulder. A gradually worsening sore throat. Running eyes.
I could no longer keep my balance safely, and I took a couple of mild tumbles. Coughing worsened.
Carer Ejaz, on Monday morning, made me a brew and left things for me; I could not physically get out of the chair, drinking water and some biscuits.
Monday night, my left knee failed when I tried to get a fresh dressing gown from the rail; I finally got up with the help of Carer Mirza. Short visit, but the lad did not have time to get the socks off or replaced, or brew. He did clean the mess I made in the crock-pot after I fell asleep on Saturday morning. Usable now, thanks.
No shave, wash or shower for 7 days. I’m so tired, but can I sleep? Huh! And I got up an hour or so ago, my balance all over the place, for the first time in 25 hours. New arthritic pains cover my whole right shoulder, and I have new pains in my right ribs when I bend or raise my arm; even at shoulder level, it hurts more than usual.
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I’m unsure about any further blogs for a while.
Tuesday: JS food order arriving early. DVT Warfarin INR blood test. Wednesday: audiologist appointment for earwax removal, £175. Thursday: neurologist appointment (if it isn’t cancelled again) and a Morrisons food order. But if I can, I’ll try to do one of my sad, indifferent Inchie Odes, HC’s and a Cartoon.
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Tumbles Monday, but Carer to the rescue.
Over the weekend, I reckon I was in bed or chair for 18 hours straight – but got about 30 minutes’ sleep.
It’s a challenge, innit?
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Inchie: Tues/Wed 3/4th November 2026
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Whoopsiedangleplops – Accifaupas & Errors!
How did I manage to order them all for the same Tuesday… No, I know the combination of things that caused it. My TBI, Alzheimers, Lewy Body and Vascular Dementia, Peripheral Neuropathy, and Sods Law.
Oh, and I dropped a pack of lemon mousse delivered, trying to find room, using my highly-tuned jiggling-the-food-round and throwing some short-dated out to do so. I’m searching for humour overtones now.
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My Catheter did not work properly in the afternoon and overnight. It was truly agony, adding to my depression.
Codeine & morphine were taken to cope with it.
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I did the same as yesterday, and knocked the bottles in the fridge while adding topped-up ones. I did not bang my knee, though. I hit my head on the counter.
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The Intercom wasn’t working again during the day. It sounded fine, but the screen was blank; we couldn’t communicate. I put on a dressing gown and remembered to take the keys & fob with me. Went down 12 floors in the lift and got to the building’s foyer doors. No one in sight. So I went out and could not see any delivery vans. Maybe it was the Warfarin blood taker? Maybe it was British Gas (it wasn’t). The Social Worker? Age UK?
Ah, well, I waited a while to see if anyone had gone to Winwood Court and would come through the linking passage. No. I lifted it back up to the flat, with the Iceland driver waiting outside my door. More food that I believed was ordered for next week. My Coccyx and back joined in the pain as I unloaded, and as I struggled to find room for the food. Unwell I was. Hahaha!
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Carer Ejaz helped me to take a shower; I’m so glad he did, cause he stopped me of going over. (Dizzies, I’d not had a shower for months; it was great! Thanks mate)
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The badder occasionally worked well, as it was before we changed the Catheter to the other leg after showering. I thought we did a decent job of it, but it was most uncomfortable afterwards. Little Inchie got sore.
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Snaps taken; hopefully in chronological order. ,
The computer and MS Word played up this time. I lost track of where I’dstored things and spent hours longer than it should have taken me. Another early-morning session to catch up. Humph!
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I pray I’ve not ordered anything for tomorrow!
No doubt about it, my mind is slowly taking over.
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I was so frustrated at all the work I’d done that failed. I just had to take a break, and went to get the nosh started for later, and took these shots of the sunset.
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Surprisingly…
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Now, at last, I can warm up the mixture of a mushroom risotto ready meal and a can of beef curry.
I’ll try owt; I’m as common as muck.
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WEDNESDAY 4th NOVEMBER 2026
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Last night I didn’t move for over 12 hours, 8 of them in blissful, if broken, sleep. Reckon I’ve got a cold coming on. When I was woken by the Carer, things were hazy and confusing. Having the TV on surprised me. Sore throat, croaky voice, and I say all else I recall from Carer Andrews visit in a few sentences. I had the medication pot put on my hand, then given a bottle of water to take them. Blanks. He asked if he could use the toilet; I muttered yes. My voice was a smidge croaky. I fell asleep and got three hours. of don’t remember him doing anything else, or saying cheerio.
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When I got around to updating the blog, something happened that has bothered me for about a year now.
I thought someone had appeared near me and was talking to me. No one was in the room but me. These (hallucinations) have happened eight times so far today. Each time I got a vision, I felt a vague, odd feeling; I felt I should know who they were, but couldn’t. A very weird sensation. The vision faded slowly. Beats me?
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Writing an Ode today was beyond me. I used an old one above. A bit worried about this. I gave up and tried to tidy up. With the hot water tap I’d left running cold, I still couldn’t wash and shave.
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A mild, constant dizziness, and I was sure I saw someone in the flat three times, but of course again, there was no one. I even got disoriented once when I decided to stop and get the Health Checks done; I went from the wet room to the kitchen to do them. Not the main room where I keep the equipment. Addlepattedness ensued!
An abrupt drop in blood pressure; SYS dropped to a low, the lowest of the week. The DIA shot up. The pulse fell a good bit. Temperature down further; both bloods up.
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The intercon rang, but by the time I got to it, I was too late. I got a dressing gown on, but keys in pocket and down to the main foyer. I’d got Amazon about due. No signs of anyone waiting, no parcels left; unless they had and someone had knicked them.
I got back to the flat, and a minute later, the door chime rang. It was the postman with some mail & a parcel.
I was so out-of-it, I wondered if I had mistaken the intercom for the doorbell earlier?
A grand headache building now.
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Sorry, I’m finding it difficult to concentrate.
I’ll send this off now, early. Even feeling so tired now.
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Inchie Today: Sun/Mon 1/2nd November 2026 – Accifauxpa & Error-filled two days
I’M SO SORRY, THIS DOUBLE HAS BEATEN ME
I’d just caught up with things a smidge by Saturday morning. And actually got some WP reading done and answered the comments last night; this has got me feeling overconfident, I think. What a plonker! This morning I was in the worst state mentally, ever! I soon came out of the depression. At noon, and it returned.
I’m increasingly getting so sick of hearing myself moan lately. I do most of it talking to my Alziemers & TBI-
affected, waywarder-than-ever cerebrum. I know it.
I know it will only get worse. There is no solution, no cure. For years I’ve known this, and just carry on. No option.
However, with blogs like this two-day one, time disappears; in my mind, I’m busier than ever.
A fact that surprised even me is… A perfect example here; now I’ve forgotten what I was going to type.
An hour later, after Carer Mirza called, and this supportive young man perked me up just by understanding my problems. He issued the medication, checked the dates of the food in the fridge, removed three items, and I asked him which Asian food was hot but not too hot. Masala is one, and he told me where to get ready-made ones. These kinds of moments are actually encouraging; they perk me up – and this is wonderful. He is so patient and, as Carer Ejaz, reliable.
If only they could send Ejaz, Mirza & Prem more regularly, I feel life would be easier. I wouldn’t consider going in or begging to be let in a home if this could happen. I’ve noticed I always fall behind with everything, including my blogging on the weekends. The days that none of these three visits me. Without assistance from Jenny & Frank, I’d really be lost.
As I previously waffled on about, things… ailments are getting worse. Another Cataract, teeth rotting, hearing aids still out of action, bladder agony, and my blog going to pot. Plenty more could go on the list.
After visits from these three, depression always reduces, and I become more accepting of things that are guaranteed to get only worse. As of now, after consecutive calls from Ejaz, then Mirza.
I know nothing has changed from before they called. But my acceptance of the situation shows itself.
I even dropped the bottle of water, and it burst open all over the kitchenette floor. Cleaning the mess up ans physical agony. But I tolerated it. Many times, I would have and usually curse out allowed. I still lambasted myself, but less energetically. Not totally unflappably, rather more fatalistically. Wait until the next bladder blockage, or I lose something, or, like, like on Monday, when I knocked all the bottles in the fridge. They flooded out, one knocking the next one out and onto my Catheter bag and knee… No! I’ll put that in chronological order, or as near as I can later. Going to do a work-all-through-the-night job to catch up tonight. (Monday)
I had to get that out, sorry folks. I’ll try not to moan anymore in this poor, rushed blog.
Doing this opening bit, I misspelt a word eighteen times, and four times the word I was about to type. Was I bothered? Not much, cause I was in an uplifted mood as Carer Mirza had just called. It’s wearing off…
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MONDAY 2nd NOVEMBER 2026
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‘I checked, yes, I’d got a pulse.’ Haha!
I carefully removed the night pouch from the Catheter. I say carefully, cause there was an awful lot of urine stretching the strength of my nocturnal Catheter bag.
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“Watch yourself today”. I sneered at him.
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I got the computer on after sorting the waste bins and washing the pots; the Carer arrived. He got the socks on. Helped set the TV recorder for me. Departed.
I decided to get some flavoured water bottles and store them in the fridge. Things were going fairly well up to now. I’ve only dropped a handful of things so far.
Putting the bottles in the fridge, I had a right knee give way, which made me grab the fridge to prevent me from going down on the floor. Knocking the full bottles out of the fridge, I tried to stop them, but like Skittles, they knocked each other and tumbled out.
I hit my right knee and shins. Clearing things up left me bruised, bleeding, and sore, with a hurting ingrown toenail. I’d nearly picked up all the bottles when I thought I’d photographed what was left to do. Then went to check out the Catheter contraption in case it had been damaged or dangerous. It all seemed fine, only me injured.
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Then I went off, starting to do other things and changing to another task. None got finished. Sorting the towels, Hoovering, making a brew that was left to go cold.
Sillily, I did work on the blog and always left it when someone came, even when no one was here! Each time I got back to the computer, all I did was correct mistakes made earlier. Grrr!
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I’VE SODDING-WELL DONE IT AGAIN, again, again!
A low point of the day!
Lost all the work I’d done on CorelDraw! The worst of it is that I was trying to save it, and it froze! Had to save & close MS Word, MS Excel, Notepad, Grammarly, WordPress, then Windows; had to disconnect everything and turn off the power. Left it for ten minutes and rebooted. Windows came on; I opened and checked every program, but I lost the save in CorelDraw, which opened an auto backup file from yesterday! I lost all the work I did in the last three hours!
I just laughed it off. Ahem!
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Carer Prem made the last call. Gawd, the lad looked worn out and so tired. I declined any painkillers; it was mental pain I was struggling with. What can go wrong next?
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Minutes from 01:00hrs now. I’ll make sandwiches for my meal. My hope is I don’t fall asleep, have a seizure, or feel guilty and get up to wash & shave. Hope to be back in the morning. Oh, it is morning!
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I’m back, Tuesday morning now.
I made a large, no-cook meal, and it was superb;
Well, it tasted lovely anyway.
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Inchie Today: Saturday 31st October 2026
SATURDAY 31st OCTOBER 2026
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An untypical start to today. As I slid and tumbled hastily off the bed, I trod on something that painfully forced a mild naughty word or two from my lips. More authentic, almost poetic words followed, and disbelief, as I realised I’d trodden on the ‘repaired-the-day-before Kodak Tim 2 camera!’ I lost my balance and fell against the back of the recliner. I caught the side of my face, and that started 
Depression kicked off, and more naughty, self-lamasting language was emitted. It remains an unsolved mystery why I even got the camera with me when I got my head down. I’ve never slept with a camera in my pyjamas before. Haha! Well, I don’t think I have. I didn’t take any painkillers, as a Carer would be arriving.
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Jenny came to have a natter with me, and gave good advice on my problems. Bless her.
Angel Jenny emailed me, kindly offering two of her butcher-bought large sausage rolls from the freezer.
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I was making progress with the backlog of blogs I had. But it was painfully slow progress. Concentration was the problem, or rather the lack of concentration. I looked up this problem, thinking it may be linked to my Alzheimer’s disease with Lewy Body Dementia and Vascular Dementia. But it seems more likely that my Peripheral Neuropathy is the cause, or they both share the blame. (Dopamine: a type of monoamine neurotransmitter and hormone made in the brain that acts as a chemical messenger to communicate signals between nerve cells) and overwhelm: When a task feels too baffling, big, boring, or difficult, your brain looks for an escape hatch, leading to task-switching, procrastination, or task paralysis. (a state where you feel mentally “stuck” and completely unable to start or complete a task, even though you want to and know it needs to be done)
I sound intelligent, don’t I? I Googled this!
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Frank came up with them; they were so different from the normal ones. Packed solid with a tasty meaty filling. I left them out on the kitchen top to defrost and plan to have them with my meal tonight. Or was this yesterday?
Struggling gain!
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Carer Imran arrived. We decided on what level of pain relief I needed, and it was issued. He did a body check, barrier cream on my blobby belly – I have to lift it for him so he can get at the lesions. It’s got that ginormous. Haha!
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Back to the computer, and my productivity was stunted even further, as I procrastinated and dilly-dallied from one task to another. I was in as full-a-flow as could be, working on the blog, and my TBI’d cerebrum decided I needed to stop and make a food order for next week. Why? Gawd knows! Then I put more things on the back burner, because I wanted more of the Lemon Wafers, but I couldn’t remember where I got them. A Google search revealed that Asda had that brand in stock, but only after I found that J Sainsburies, Iceland, and Morrisons don’t sell them. Then, when I went to place an order with Asda, I found they were out of stock! Also, I had already placed an order with them. Well, I must have got some from somewhere; I’d just opened the last packet.
A search for any brand of Lemon Puffs was carried out on Google; they all but Iceland had that brand in, but those ones are a smidge hard for my poor deteriorating teeth.
As if by some form of sorcery, I found myself hoovering the hallway. I’d done this a few hours earlier!
Then I sorted the laundry things out. Back to the computer, I found many emails and went through them. And back to the blog. I saw how many mistakes I’d made and wanted to cry, but I didn’t; it turned into self-loathing. After a self-moody, I started making things right.
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Carer Imran looked so tired. He still did a decentish job, mind you. Offered a body check. Heat-treated my back and creamed the back of my neck. Said it had red marks on it now. It does get sore more; I’m sure I’ll endure!
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Not that this bothered me, of course.
Not a man of my supreme intelligence, patience, calm, relaxed attitude, and imperturbable, unflappable, tranquil, placid nature; I’m well known for it.
Carer Prem did the last call in fine form.
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THE MEAL OF THE DAY
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Early morning snaps of the sky & horizon.
Not very good, are they?
I fell asleep as the football came
on the TV. Went to get some
more water to feed the Catheter
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these. Maybe I was out of joint
for missing the footy?
Especially missing Man City,
losing a match – Cragknagles!
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Inchie: Thursday 29t/Fri 30st October 2026
THURSDAY 29th OCTOBER 2026
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Aha, very late, but I got the Kodad-Tim-two working, with the help of some elephant tape! Food delivery due anytime now, and unfortunately the Carer as well. Not one of the best. Missing so many things. He did go to Sherwood to see the audio shop about making an appointment to have my ears dewaxed.
The Closed!
Google Maps photo.
But I later discovered it was open.
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Vagaries lingered; confusion ruled.
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FRIDAY 30th OCTOBER 2026
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An even worser flipping day!
When Ejaz came on a longer call, he rang and made an appointment for me for the Dewaxing of the earholes. Bless his cotton socks. DID A GREAT JOB! For 11th November, at 12:00hrs, he arranged for a Carer to call at 11:30hrs, to give us time to dress me and get to the shop in time, using the bus. It cost more than I’d hoped; it will cost me £150 for both ears. I later got an email with a fairly long Q&A session from them. I filled it in and sent it back. Health history mostly. Grand lads, Ejaz & Mirza!
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I’m amazed; I’ve lost so many photos from the computer; I’m angry at myself too! Really so! Things got worse!
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I got myself all worked up when things went wrong.
Thankfully, a Caring, and understanding Carer, Ejaz, was here when my depression and self-loathing began. Bless him. But he won’t call again until next week.
So many things happened consecutively. An unbelievable series of droppages, self-disgust, and things filled my head each time. The worst is not easy to pick… these may be out of order. And some will be missing, because I got all het-up with my failings; and there were so many, over such a short time. I think I was more affected this time.
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Losing the photographs and not knowing how I lost them started the frustration.
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Then I made mistakes in recording what had taken place, and Ejaz began to correct them…
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I KNOCKED THE MUG OF TEA OFF THE DESK!
It fell into an open drawer where I keep paperwork I’ll likely need later. Medical dosages.
What a stonking mess!
I had to throw away so many papers, reminders and mail. Most had partly disintegrated by the time we got them out of the drawer. Tea had leaked through to the cupboard below. More mail was destroyed in there.
My fury was scaring me! Talk about going from a decent moment into the depths of… well, despair, self-loathing. Especially after Ejaz had done such magnificent jobs for me, I was so frustrated. Even more so when, in the chaos of sorting things and not doing a good job of it, I believe I sank into a rare seizure. This has happened only once before. I could see but not hear what was going on as Ejaz, and I were apparently finishing the cleaning up – or was I dreaming? I’ll never know, and I really have no idea. Ejaz did not mention it, though. So the old tortured mind was the most likely reason. Or, summat else. This only caused me more confusion. I can recall Ejaz telling me that Jenny had told him on the phone? What it was is a blank memory-wise. Should I be worried?
When this vague idea came to me much later, I accepted the situation rather easily; not that I understood it.
Now it concerns me, but not a lot?
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Carer Mirza made the teatime call hours later, while I was oddly ordering food for next week. I’d lost track again. My mind wandered; I started doing things, not finishing any, before beginning something else, unrelated.
What Mirza thought, I don’t know. Yet I recall a lot of his visit; rightly or wrongly is still in abeyance. I fear I may have been talking tommyrot. I also recall that I couldn’t get a song out of my head for hours after this incident. Fact can be stranger than fiction.
Thanks today to Carers Mirza, Ejaz, & Prem care.
Plus, of course, to my Angel! 💗
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He emptied the pouch; there wasn’t much in it, and he tightened the top gripper, which made me scratch at the itch it caused. I moved the top grip when I scratched.
Not a good idea. Blood flowed from the old 
We both laughed at how my bad luck is never-ending.
But by now, after the last three days of mayhem, I was in a resigned-mode, assisted by a belated but long visit from a 
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Here I am now, 01:15hrs, pressing on with this two-day Inchie WP blog. However, hunger and tiredness forced me 
Can any of the flood of followers I have help at all?
Either of you. Please. I may be able to in the morning; or should I say later in the morning, when the mind and body may be a little more alert? Back in the morning to finish off; not much left to do, unless the memory box reactivates. TTFN till then. (He says, shooting off to the
Porcelain Throne. First visit of the day, no, first visit on Saturday. Oh, I hope I don’t fall asleep on the WC!
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Inchie: Tues/Wed 27/28th October 2026
TUESDAY 27th OCTOBER 2026
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A bigger mess than usual today. Please forgive any repetitions, omissions, or cock-ups.
If I get any further behind, I’ll have to give up the blog. That’s the last thing I want, but the practicalities suggest it will happen. Heartbreaking!
Just so much happening medically, and me suffering mentally… no, it has to be said and accepted. But can I?
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The ever-returning sciatica…
Seizures and Anne Gyna,
The ever-blocking Catheter,
Painwise, there’s nothing worser,
Confirmed: I’m now an Alzheimer,
With Lewy Body & Vascular Dementia,
Now I’m a palterer, a prevaricator,
Brought on mayhap by my apraxia?
PN, TBI, DCD… now ambisinister,
I’m a changed person, character,
Can’t enjoy a good clishmaclaver.
When talking, I can’t remember…
What I was saying; gone forever!
My chinwag topic? Off in the ether,
I don’t think it’s Cacodemonomania,
They’ve not yet diagnosed cachexia…
My cerebrum can leave me disinure,
My concentration’s like a didapper,
I’ll get back to my usual dysphoria…
Think MP, freebooter, backhander…
Or was that just Keir Starmer?
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WEDNESDAY
I’ve mixed up some days’ photos & tales of. Sorry.
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My Angel Jenny came up to the flat, and she and Carer Ejaz set about communicating with British Gas to sort the arrangement for, promised eight times and failed to show BG engineer to sort out the electricity meter. A quick explanation of why.
Almost two years ago, the oligarchs from British Gas started asking of a meter reading. But we could not read it. It seems that I’m the only flat with an old meter. Different to all the others. Confused yet? I am already. Cause I know what’s coming.
Veiled threats of cutting me off. Warnings that the meter might not work properly and I’d lose power. They will have to cut me off if I don’t give them a reading. Carer Ejaz took on the oligarchs! But it was of no use. Eventually, I was told they were sending an engineer to check the meter. No one came. Ejaz rang yet again. He was given telephone numbers to ring. Which the lad did. He a well-pissed of voice that said, “I am fed up to my back teeth with BG giving out and telling disgruntled customers our number – we are connected to BG in any way! Do not ring back! Ejaz kept ringing; they (supposedly) arranged more visits and assured us they would come. Now, on the eighth failed oligarchal BG appointment, lovely Jenny came up to the flat while Ejaz was here and tried to find out what’s going on.
I, unfortunately, had a seizure while the business chat got more farcical and brazen lies were given out by BG. Carer Ejaz explained what had gone on while I was out-of-it; he wrote it down for me on a pad.
They had only given Jenny the same number to ring!
The poor gal did so and got rebuffed for calling them, like Ejaz did over a year ago. They asked a long time ago for a photo of the meter. Ejaz told them he had already taken photos and emailed them to BG 6 months ago. Poor Ejaz and Jenny. Jenny gave up, and I can’t blame her. She suggested I stop the debit payments after I told them my intentions and why. I’m not in a good state right now to do anything about it. Why? I’ll tell you.
More seizures, lost blood from the knee scab, and this morning… when I woke about three o’clock, I was in a lot of discomfort bladder-wise. I grabbed the torch and checked the night Catheter bag; it was empty! Yep, the flowback was getting more and more painful. It was verging on agony, far worse than ever.
I started guzzling water for two hours, barely stopping, to get it flowing again. No, nothing. But all the drinking was making the pain worse than ever.
Carer Andrew arrived, and I asked him to call the district nurses for me. I was so appreciative when they said someone would call on me. And they did not tell me to go to the hospital A&E by taxi.
It was a painful wait, and I was losing it when the nurse came in. She soon got me sorted; thank her very much. X
I admit I got a smidge worried over the next two hours, as nothing flowed. I was on the verge of bothering the nurses again when I saw tiny droplets of urine going down the tube, not a flow as such. I kept drinking all the time, and after another half hour, it started to fill the bag, very slowly. I think things are getting back to normal now.
Which eased my mind. I had a mini seizure, and decided to sit on the bed… talk about lucky, I WAS!
As I neared the bed, an instant dizzy spell had me over. What a fantastic landing on the soft bed! Yee-Haa!
That so beats landing on the floor!
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Better get a meal sorted now. Bacon sarnies, methinks.
Back in the morning… Catheter permitting.
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Inchie Today: Sunday 25th October 2026
Though the past was no better,
Maybe some hope for the future?
I think maybe they were healthier,
Archaeologists never found an inhaler,
May I be reborn as a Neanderthaler?
They caved in Germany, so did Hitler,
He hid in his underground bunker,
Our DNA is similar to a troglodyter,
Even if heathen & bad-mannered,
We’ve a shared ancestry; I just read,
Politicians should be anathematised,
Instead, the buggers were praised,
If the souls are reborn, rebred…
Zombified, liquefied, or putrefied?
How soon after, how long dead?
Plenty of more options, instead…
Crucified, repurposed, transmogrified?
The unlucky in life, humiliated,
The poor; can be debourgeoisified?
Are they made rich, oligarchalised?
What of those rich on earth? Bribed,
Taught compassion, or rediscerned?
To see suffering; and be concerned?
Many souls arrive, so disenchanted,
Expecting to be interrogated,
At St Peter’s Gate they waited,
Every action to be accounted,
Punishment to be administered?
Justice has to be distributed,
But the poor are not disappointed!
They will not get reannointed…
No sentencing back to life enforced,
For victims, those Oligarchled…
They’ll be Heavenly accommodated,
Warmongers, killers are rebirthed,
The baddest, greediest, the worst,
Born once again back on the earth,
Which explains, for what it is worth,
Along with prison absconders…
Killers, conmen, liars, muggers,
The guilty who are not apologisers,
All selected with assiduousness,
The politically bent & ambiguous,
Is why good humans are ablatitious,
We’ve so many less altruists…
Politicians are the baddest,
Our hopes are the crappiest,
And I have got verbal incontinence.
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SUNDAY 25th OCTOBER 2026
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Looking a smidge better, though.
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Inchie Today: Saturday 25th October 2026
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Quicky Again, Folks.
I Thang You!
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Inchie: Fri-Sat-Sunday 19th October 2026
FRIDAY 16th OCTOBER 2026
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Sweet & Sour chicken meals.
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A Carer arrived at 13:00hrs with eight letters he’d collected from the hallway letterbox.
After he’d departed, I began to investigate the mail.
I returned to open the last, larger package; inside was a 96-page booklet. Along with the letters, I had 16 email addresses to contact, 21 telephone numbers, and 12 addresses that might be useful.
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I wanted to ask Ejaz to phone Oligarchal British Gas about their 8th failed promise that an engineer would call, even after Ejaz was given a confirmed, guaranteed two-hour window when he last rang them, for this record-breaking 8th engineer or electrician no-show.
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SATURDAY 17th OCTOBER 2026
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My mind is in mayhem and wandering.
But I’m determined to get this done if it takes me the rest of Sunday night & into Monday. I am a fool!
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SUNDAY 18th OCTOBER 2026
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Memories of some of the things that happened on Saturday were churning in my head, unstoppable.
I was so low, and with no one to talk to, and embarrassingly, I phoned Jenny. Just to express my fear of what is happening to me. Depressed, self-loathing, along with the reality that it is not going to get any better again. Old age, the Dementias, the expectation that the Catheter is going into backup mode again, and this may clash with Tuesday’s visit to the Audio Centre to get both hearing aids checked out again. Even the train of my self-mutterings got mixed up and lost. I rambled on verbally telling Jenny how I felt. Ashamed of how I was not coping very well. Not even certain of all that I did speak of now. But when Jenny, a great listener and so understanding, went to get Frank’s food cooked, I almost instantly felt somehow less harassed, less anxious. and visits from High Horis, short and sharp but repetitive, sent me into several ‘Sod-It-all’ moments. Nothing changes, of course, other than I seem to accept things and block others out at the same time. It took me ages to put into words what I just wrote. This gave me the power to try to catch up on the blogs. The only breaks for the next eight hours were Carers calling, moments, few and incredibly short, of utter depression; the unaccountable ‘sod-it’ highs persisted. None of this makes sense, I know.
Ah, well, must get some more done.
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I made a lovely-smelling meal that not many would appreciate, but I was going to eat it later. Bombay potatoes from a can. Cooked some baby spuds in soy-sauced water. Added garden peas and sweetcorn. I’m not supposed to eat sweetcorn according to the list of dos and don’ts. But I’ve not had any for about twelve years, so I did.
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0615hrs: I stirred in the recliner where I’d fallen asleep.
I started a body check, groping, moving and stretching to test out the morning’s ailment situation.
An amazing feeling spread all over me and through my brain. It took me a while to identify it. After musing through the possibilities, it came back to me, and I nervously realised… wait for it… Scary stuff!
I Felt Almost on the verge of Contentment!
Exercise over, I rose on my feet without any dizziness of balance problems! I picked up the nocturnal Catheter pouch and carried it into the wet room to check the quantity and colour, then emptied it.
I thought I’d have a wash & shave while I was in there. That idea was squashed when I found the hot water was running cold. My instant reaction was semi-panic, thinking I might have left the kitchenette tap running. Alzheimer’s disease with Lewy body Vascular Dementia had struck again. At this stage, Anne Gyna kicked off and stayed with me all day, bless her.
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A similar turn as yesterday started. Confusion, lack of concentration, and I did not care. I was so fed up with things, failures, dropping and walking into things, with an air of almost resignation. Carer Edward did the first visit; honestly, he’s about as useful as an ornament.
Carer Imran did the next two, with a lot more listening and a more willing attitude than Andrew. Not a bad lad, but Andrew does not listen when I ask him to do things. Helpful things; he’s on his mobile for most of any visit. He reminds me of a young 1970s British Railways, British 
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I was being presented with an angling cup for winning a match on the Leicester Canal.
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He medicated things.
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An email arrived saying the biscuits would arrive in a two-hour window. With the intercom not working, I made sure I got down to the foyer to let the delivery man in at 
They arrived with one minute to spare, and I was amazed to see the driver use his own swipe card to get in! Went up with me to the flat and put the boxes on the floor in the doorway. I got the bikkies into glass jars, devouring a couple as I did.
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Fronts of them below.
I was overjoyed at being able to use the old camera’s indoor option. But this was not to be! The new camers 
I’m not kidding, it took me over an hour to set the time and date, and the new one doesn’t let me use British English or change the format to what we are used to, just American Month-Day-Year. Humph! I loved that indoor option, too! Double-Humph!
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Still bright late afternoon
