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Invacuated Inchy: Sunday 2nd June 2024

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BREAKING NEWS

I’ve driven endless times along Snake Pass, and I was nervous and careful every time, especially when I was delivering in the Derbyshire area when it snowed. Someone comments on this Snippet, saying a cyclist ignored a red light?
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The computer was playing up, resulting in me not getting so many photographs due to the time I spent making corrections. Peripheral Neuropathy Pete was to blame. The right hand and arm had now joined in with the right leg suddenly dancing and Shirley’s Shaking Shoulder, which often made me so frustrated, angry, and annoyed. I would verbally curse, with such words as “Flip it!” “Bother!” and “Oh, Heck! 

I emptied the nocturnal catheter pouch into the jug. To get a more accurate assessment of the colour to record on the log
I gave it a four, I think.
Off to the wet room in response to the rumbling innards. I thought Constipation Conrad would be in charge. But no. ruled again.
Minutes after coming out into the hallway, I had to dive back in and on the Porcelain Throne.
An even more giant dollop of liquid waste shot out this time. With such force, not many areas of the wet room or I didn’t need cleaning up this time.
I returned to the medicine drawer and took two of Morrison’s Anti-Splatter capsules.
I suppose it might have been caused by last night’s vegetable and beef dish, which I enjoyed so much. It contained a lot of vegetables, gravy thickener, and even a splash of liquid smoke.
Took a break from the irritating error creating on the computer, to make a brew of Glengettie tea. Took this blotch-ridden photo of the late morning view.
Back for my third and final… up to now, visit to the . 
Much less evacuated this time. And came out with a few discernable lumps in the almost liquid mass.
Back to CorelDrawing. It hasn’t crashed, but I’ve hit the wrong colour or function tab so often that it’s taken me longer than ever to create three find-the-difference graphics.  
It’s galling bothersome!
What a fantastic set of small clouds Kodak Tim could take from the kitchen window. Contrails, blotches, and tiny puffs of cloud seemed alive as they were being blown about so easily. Great!
I got the mug from the very effective tea-stain removal I use. Baking soda, bleach, a drop of washing-up liquid, and hot water are poured into the mug. It comes clean within a minute of soaking. It’s just a rare moment to get something right, you know. Hehe!
I thought I’d have one of the Carer & nurses nibbles. I found this Snickers bar cooling in the fridge for the next one to call. Guiltily, I tried to eat it with my mug of tea. The teeth bled,
My lips bled, and I promised never to eat chocolates from the fridge again!
Took these two cloud shots as the sun came down.
Then, I sorted out the fodder. I put the vegetable pie in the oven and prepped the instant potatoes to be made after it was cooked. I’m in an Egon Ronay mood, or maybe it is a Gordon Ramsey one? This might turn out a good one again… Mmm!
It is close to the time for the last Carer call. The last one said the belated prescriptions ought to be arriving soon. He told me that two medications were run out. I leave it to them nowadays.
I got it served up, and it was delightful. It’s been a good meal for two nights on the trot now.
It was a hell of a job to wash up afterwards. The bowl with the cheese and potato in it was a battle to get cleaned. Well, the cutlery was as well. But I enjoyed it so much. Also, the Carer was a little later than usual, so I ate it in undisturbed peace. I got down to watch the 21:00-hour Lethal Weapon 2. When the adverts came on, I nodded off, waking several times and missing a few minutes of the action. The last time I woke up was to see the screen credits rolling. Humph! No Care called. So, I’ll have to have a stand-up wash and shave in the morning. I cannot get the diabetic socks on or off without help.

I hope the catheter equipment arrives soon. The day pouch should have been removed and replaced on Thursday, I think it was. But we agreed not to bother, as the District Nurse was coming to change the whole she-bob on Friday. But they couldn’t find any of the Catheter set-ups to put on. Said she’d return the next day with a kit from the base. But she didn’t. Then I got an email from Vyne saying they had received my order and requested a prescription from my doctor, who would let me know when it was dispatched. So it may be well into the week before it does arrive. I hope the medications arrive soon. I’ve no idea which ones I’m currently missing. Not that any blame is attached. Some staff are on holiday, others are off poorly, and replacements are not offah with the system or needs. It reminds me of my time as Security Controller. Late arrivals, clients calling, alarms to be responded to, Patrol Officer instead of three, Police messages, Clients ringing in, and no staff left to call and beg to come in on their day off. I know the feeling!

Zzz!

TTFNski

Invidious Inchy: Saturday 1st June 2024

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Oh, dark!

Ginormous bag with three emptied into it.

I have blogging duties. I needed some cartoons, and I spent three hours trimming them up and getting them ready to use on CorelDraw, which, dare I say this?
CorelDraw did not crash all day long!
There, now we’ll see if it continues… Dang. Dang, Sang, Dang!

A change in the meal stakes today.
I put a can of vegetable soup in the pan and added fresh onions, peppers, mushrooms, and peas. A packet of basil passata, and some Turkish beef, chopped up by my fair hands and mixed into the mix. 
Later, I added a drop of tasty Polish Krakus beetroot Borscht and Winiary seasonings. I left it on a low light to marinate all the way through, then returned to the computer work.
Made a start on the blog at last.

The sun was taking its time getting through.

What a change to an hour earlier that was!

I was struggling with my concentration for hours and hours of making errors on the flog making.

This was a great cloud formation not to miss.
Can you see the faces in it?

I baked some potatoes and added them to the saucepan.
What a feast. Lipsmackingly Gorgeous!

Carers, as I recall, or don’t. Christopher, Joanne and Victor.

I was pleased to see the plane’s contrails showed up so well in this Kodak Tim snap of the sun on its way down.
I loved the E or Pound sign, Little Clouds. Can you see the chess rook just above the sun? The flying fish to the left of the £ sign? I am well pleased with this photo. 
Oh, I’ve just spotted a spider on it, too!
I so love photos that are Pareidolianiable!

Well, something of a miracle happened overnight. Yes!
Although it was broken into pieces, I reckon got at least seven hours of sleep! Not been known for many a month.
Are things getting better for me?
What a stupid question!
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TTFN, keep safe!

Improcerous Inchy: Friday 31st May 2024

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Due to the calamity, I had no time to create Local News Snippets. Sorry. It’s Saturday morning, so I’m well behind with the blog overall. After the hospital, I waited patiently for the District Nurse, who said she would return with the catheter implements, check things, remove the old one, and put a new one into Little Inchie. Unfortunately, she did not arrive.
So, now I don’t know whether to ask the Carer to change the day pouch, which should have been done on Thursday or not.
I suppose there is a chance that the nurse will call on a Saturday. But I could do without it, with so much blogging to catch up with. Here goes…
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Dark.

Waste bags.

Morning view.

Zoomed horizon.

Whoopsie!

Templates had to be made. Took me hours and hours!
Hoping the nurse would call.

Ready-made smoked haddock meal tonight.
Looking forward to this; back to the template
work while it is cooked.

Sadly, I didn’t enjoy this. Humph!

Back to the templating. Carer Chris arrives. He said he had known District Nurses to attend at night sometimes; he’d seen them. I’d been watching ‘Heartbeat’ while doing the templates, and I am concerned that I may not have heard the door chime if they had called. Then, I remembered they did not press the chime; they just came straight in if the door was not locked, which wasn’t the case. The catheter is beginning to sting a bit now… at the tube’s entry point. Say no more!

I was tired, so tired. But I tried to stay awake longer just in case the nurse came after all. She didn’t!
I can’t imagine them coming on the weekend for a routine job?

So, just a chance of a nurse calling,
I’m not thinking of any cavorting!
Just the Catheterisationing,
Although the pain can be crucifying,
Less chance of any coagulating,
It will have me celebrating,
I’m not moaning but clowning…
Back to grinding computerisationing,
Then do some self-cognoscing!
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TTFNski

Ictuated Inchy: Wednesday 29th May 2024

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Not a lot, but a better colour.

Morning view.

The vagueness of mind was creeping in.
I think I had med socks, etc.
Domestic. , the last two were done by . Carer Favour took a photo of the head wound for me. And I thought it was pimple-sized. I was wrong. Moments of rare clarity, others fuzzy, and some forgotten about altogether until mentioned tomorrow by a Carer.
I recalled taking these.

No rain, though.

Late afternoon.

Late meal.

There is not much detail and not many pictures.
At least I got the first bits done before the meandering mind meant the loss of so many memories, and I could not find the reminder notepad?  Hearing aids or reading glasses this morning when I started to do this belated update.

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Must get Cataract & Glaucoma sorted!

TTFNski, to each.

Ictuated Inchy: Tue 28 May 2024 Short on sensibility and perception

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Confusionabalitis was in constant attention today.
The headache I’ve had since my last is finally getting easier, annoyingly slowly, though.
The times that I lost the plot, even of what I was thinking at the time, let alone doing. But not early in the day. I coped easily with creating the ode? I enjoyed doing it despite the regular errors, which I hope I found and corrected.
I am aware that I’m struggling more and more, and I expect to. Yet even with the seizures and mind blanks, there were periods of such clarity – fair enough, they didn’t last long. I felt almost another person, or at least a younger me at times… again. I think they lasted between a moment or two up to half an hour or so. each time I had to communicate with a Carer, and a few times when I was doing the talking (usually moaning about some ailment or other, Hehe!), I completely lost what I was saying or going to say. Yet, in the Comment Section on WordPress, I seem to get inspired. Is that the word to use? My concentration and interest peaks. No sooner than leaving the page, the bafflement returns.
If, by some miracle, a medically mentally trained person should read this moaning tripe and can explain why this is happening to me, PLEASE let me know. I fank You! 
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05:15hrs: I stumbled out of the bed, which I couldn’t recall getting into, and was on the bottom of the fall bar. I laughed it off.

I wobbled off to the Porcelain Throne. It was an odd evacuation. As were the following five other visits throughout the day. I’ll not mention them again. I released and emptied the , and the Memory-Blanks started. They didn’t stop. I think came first. This is when I began to lose what I was talking about.

I made the three waste bin bags into one large one and placed it near the front door. (Well, I don’t have a back door, Hehehe!)
The Porcelain Throne visit #2 was made. It was in the same mode as the earlier one. I had a wash and got the medicationalisational needs tended to.
The ankles and legs looked even better this morning. I wish I could say the same for Chloe and Carole Cartilages. The swelling behind was a little delicate when I lifted the leg or genuflected that knee. 
Which, of course, had to be done when getting the mature, expensive nappies on. I mean, Protection Pants on. Haha!
The food order arrived.
I got the nosh stored away in various places.
No shortage of feed now. Cornish Pastie, Lamb & Beef patties. Turkish beef, potato rostis, potato hash browns, Vegetarian sausages, Surimi chunks, whole milk, spring water, medical plasters (I shan’t be eating these!), cans for treats, and a few pots of baking powder. Oh, and pork pies.
Carer Shaquille returned as I got on the computer. It was better late than never.

Looking a little bleak out there.
The blotches were back again today on Kodak Tim. Tsk!
As the afternoon went on, the Mind-Blanks increased.
I struggled with blogging all afternoon. 
Lost words, misspellings and grammar errors. (Picked up by Grammarly). 
I took a few breaks and shots of the view from the kitchenette window through the afternoon.
We had none of the forecasted storms. There were just a few spots of rain when it threatened to storm, though. But it didn’t last very long, just for a couple of minutes.
After the teatime Carer Christopher call, I concentrated on preparing and presenting the meal. Hask browns are mini pork pies halved and blotched with tomato ketchup. There are some very lovely small vines of UK tomatoes. A large pot of orange jelly will follow!

I was still looking. Haha!

I Kodak Tim’d a final horizon shot of the ribbon of unique colours on view from the kitchen.
Can you see the bird, fish or lake in this picture?

TTFNski

Incabinated Inchy: Monday 27th May 2024

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A much disturbed night of sleep. But little bother all the same. As soon as I got back from the hospital, I got undressed and left the clothing on the floor… so tired!
I attached the nocturnal bag to the day pouch, did the safety checks, and climbed into the much-awaited bed.
Between the occasional waking up from my , they were copable with, I just drifted back into the land of nod each time.
As I woke, I could sense the itching from my covered forehead. I could also see the flakes of skin all over the quilt. Tsk! I rose and nearly tripped over the clothes I’d left on the floor in my fatigue.
I then had to move the mass of skin from the bedding. I did all this while the nocturnal pouch on the long tube was being pulled about. I checked to see if anything was leaking. And what did I discover? The flipping night bag had nothing in it! Come think of it. I did wake up with the innards rumbling. I went into a Sherlock Holmesian mode and had a look. Had a tube come off, was one blocked, had blood from the fungal lesion blocked it? No. I’d not opened the tap!
So, off to the wet room to the Porcelain Throne to check things out properly.
Great Balls of Fire! A comeback from being in total control. Despite my best efforts, everything seemed rock hard and would and could not be encouraged to move. Still, I had a go at a new crossword in the book. Not that I did well, because I didn’t. Spit!
I cleaned up, returned to the computer, and started updating yesterday’s blog, finishing it off. I got it done.

I started getting calls for parts of the day, up until around 1600 hrs, when Carer Chris arrived. The early callers were Carers Favour and Sam, I think.

Tee sun broke through the clouds, and very pretty they looked, too. Despite the blotches, I tried again to get one that would be blotch-free.
But the kettle started boiling, and this was my first brew of the day. I’m only allowed two mugs, so I concentrated on mashing the Glengettie. Then just stood there, watching the clouds, for ages, almost talking to them. Then I got Kodak Tim and tried again for a snap. They looked a little darker this time.
I took advantage of the lighting, thinking I may get a decent crisp photo of the housing on the street opposite. That’s the one with the suspected drug growers on it. It came out alright, but of course, the usual blotches were there. I try to ignore them now. Hehehe!

Here are the revelations of the differences quiz.

I blogged for a while, but the mind-blanks steadied up the progress and annoyed me. I’m waiting for an appointment at the hospital again for someone to check things out. I think it is a neuro-something or other doctor.
The sun suddenly took a dive for some reason.
I got Kodak and captured it.
Minutes later, the sun came out again? But I didn’t catch it as I had to try again to pass on the Porc failed.
No chance. How can it change so often and quickly? Beats me! Then again, lots of things do that… like crosswords, hopes, arithmetic, women, Putin, and Peripheral Neuropathy. Then there’s Cataract Katie and Glaucoma Gladys, Cartilages Chloe & Carol, and so many other things, such as life and humankind.
Do I sound depressed? Hehehe!

I made up a sachet of relief drink soda and took a Senna tablet. I’m determined to get some action going from the rear end! I also decided to have some of the vegetarian GC hatsausages with tonight’s meal. 
That should encourage things to soften and get moving again.
We’ll see!
Fingers crossed.

I took this shot with Kodak Tim through the balcony windows.
The blotches were covered a little by the colour of the clouds, so it looked fine.
It took a while to cook the meal. I saved everything, and as I got ready to close down the computer, I decided to have a mandarin in an orange jelly pot!
I kept snapping away at the unique cloud formations that blended with the death throws of the sunshine.
My Pareidoliaising on these two snaps went on and on. Animal’s mouths, so many faces, feet, swordfish, islands in the sea, and blotches that I just could not see!
A ribbon of white on the horizon in this one on the left.
But also, the blotches can be seen easily. Shame!
I still liked this one.

There are veggie sausages, tomatoes, and potatoes. I would have some sugar snap peas to encourage the rear-end activities, but I left them on the stove. Say no more!
I washed the pots, and before climbing into the bed (it’s a high one), I spotted and took my last snap of the day through the balcony windows.

TTFNski, Each!

Ingeniculationless Inchy: Sun 26 May 2024

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Due to unforeseen circumstances, from the injuries I received from Friday’s tumble, I now await the arrival of the ambulance. But fear not; I am certain I’ll be back later and can do a bit more on this blog before posting it tomorrow. I can do a bit now cause the ambulances I had to summon on the last two occasions took over 4 hours and the other over 2.5 hours to not arrive, and I cancelled them. So, it may not make it this time. We’re struggling here with the NHS suffering so many shortages. I played things down a bit when the Carer called them, but now, of course, I’ve got to get prepared, dressed my socks and shoes on. When a Carer calls, They can help me with the tasks at hand and assist me in getting the trousers and Protective pants on. I’ll be okay. Then, ready things, just in case they do come. Life is getting terribly complicated. Hehehe! Catch up later.

After writing the above, joy of joys, the bleeding stopped again! Yee-Ha! I cancelled the ambulance. But I am not feeling up to much with all the blood loss, so I will not be able to do much more on here. I’ll do what I can before I flake out. Har-Har! 
I said complicated about life; there must be a more apt word to have used? Erm…

Not so dark.

First window photo.

And then I started to have a wash…
Phoaw!

Bin bags into one.
And guess where I had to go to?

Tsk!

Started the computer and got today’s ode done.
Will this headache ever stop? I’ve not had one for years, and now I can’t get rid of this one. Codeines tried again.

The forecasted storm did not appear.

Beautiful sky and clouds. But, the blotches seem more numerous and larger?

Took this close-up of my beloved and much-missed walking through tree copse. It hid the blotches.

This was when the first, the big one, arrived. I was in the kitchen making a brew of Glengettie when I realized and came out of it. Many memories. I could recall two Caregivers visiting, and I knew that I’d visited the Porcelain Throne twice more and that Trotsky Terence was in charge… but little else. No further work has been done on the blog.
And the headache persisted, although maybe not so violent now. But hours had passed. I felt so tired, I got the drink and ate some Frazzles, put the computer into sleep mode, and had a devil of a job to get the grubstakers,  speculators, plutocrats, securities-brokers, stinking-rich, plutocratic, multi-crore, plutocratically, con-artists. Artful deception, flimflam, hokum, legerdemain,  clandestine
amphibological Liberty-Global owned Virgin Media’s pathetic TV box to work. Then fell asleep. For hours!
When I woke, a Carer was coming into the flat. She gave me some painkillers, and she put a new plaster on my teeny weeny head wound. I’d taken off the plaster earlier, and it bled a bit. But, I doused some Brut aftershave on a rag and pressed on it for a few minutes; that soon stopped it.

I didn’t, but that’s not new. I got one.

porc tttFancy that!

Seeing this photo on the SD card was a bit of a memory teaser. It took me a while to recall making and eating it. I found the chips in a bin bag near the computer; this triggered the grey cells, and I remembered they went cold as a Caregiver called as I started eating them. I wasn’t doing well at this moment. Yet within minutes, I was much more with it, and things stayed that way for the rest of the night.
Went on the WP comments. And enjoyed that.
Another two bags were made up.

Back on the computer. Over the next three hours or so, I took these night shots. 

I’m so tired and confused. WordPress putting the wrong photos, not the current ones, on the reader did not help. I had to keep renaming them and deleting the previous ones. I don’t seem to have any luck lately.

Now, the headache is just starting again!

I’m fed up!

TTFN.

Ingordigious Inchy: Saturday 25th May 2024

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The effects of yesterday’s tumble and loss of blood were felt today. After spending so long on the Ode, I got the blog up to here, which is more than it’s ever taken me before. A much-belated headache and I seem to have awoken the recently calm and unbothering me, Dizzy Dennis, who is unhappy with me. So from here on, things might get minimal, basic and mistake-ridden. I could be wrong, of course.
I’ll take another Codeine and press on.

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At first, I was worried about the urine being so dark, but I realised it must have been the kerfuffle when I fell in the wet room yesterday, so I’ll not fret yet.

The NCC electrician called. She was a friendly gal who quickly replaced the socket. In appreciation for her help, I was given a nibble and drink. I’ll have to get a new lampshade.

The plaster on a mammoth, massive 2mm wound on my head was showing a little blood, but not a lot, as Paul Daniels used to say. Hehe! The Carer took these photographs using Kodak Tim. The redeye looked to be well-receeded. Did I spell that right? Changed it.
Took a snap of the lovely streaky clouds on view.
Then, the headaches began. They’ve stayed with me a;; day so far. (20:60hrs)

I gave the new cheapo camera to Carer Chris. It is no good keeping it. The handle allows two fingers to go through it. The battery cover is loose and very delicate. I shall continue with Kodak Tim despite the occasional blotches that appear in the pictures. And the USB connector it very stiff to get in and out of the camera. And there is no lens cover on it, with fiddly tiny buttons. I think maybe I bought a child camera. Still, that suits Chris. His missus can have it. He likes it too! Good for him. 

Got the bags sorted out.
I ordered some plasters from Asda. They are so much cheaper than the Amazon ones I looked at. But I did see they had some Brut splash all over and deodorants at a fair price. I ordered some. It should be coming tomorrow. In time I hope for when the Carer takes off the plaster from my head. Just in case it bleeds again, the Brut might sting a bit, but it’s usually a good shaving cut bleed stopper.

I pressed on with the Ode, not even started on the blog yet.
I thought this Kodak Tim shot of the houses opposite the flats came out nicely. Smug Mode!
Note that the smudge or blotch is back on the screen and photos again. A smidge disappointing cause I thought that these two photographs came out okay; otherwise.
Carer Joanne called. Glad she is feeling a bit better – unless she is fibbing. Hahaha!
Carer Chris took the Laundry down for me and returned it later. The socks came back wet again; all six sleeves in the dressing gowns were inside out. So, everything is normal there. Haha!

I’m not feeling up to much now; it gets worse as I get tired.
It’d help if this bloody headache eased off. I took my limit of painkillers. Yet I’m so glad to say that the lower regions are not tpo painful at all from the catheter tube. I can’t last, of course!
I don’t feel hungry enough to bother making a meal. I’ll have some seaweed crisps and tomato sarnies… well, I might.

I’ve had a go at the WP reader.
Amazing photos from New Mexico, Paul’s poetry that captures the mind, and Andy, the cat we all love, from Doug.

Wonderful Cloud Formations.

What do these bring to the mind of a Pareidolianist like Inchy. ?
Is it a whale?
Is it a bird?
Is it a lizard?
Is it a shark?
I can see every one of them at the same time.

This headache is still with me, with a sort of throbbing, if that’s the right word. Carer Victor called, and he got the socks off. The  Medications were given, and the nocturnal catheter pouch was attached to the day bag.
I hope this head pain-throe stops soon. It’s not like me to have headaches… well, it wasn’t until I had butted the sink or tap.
I didn’t appreciate how bothersome the belated headache could be until today. Now, where’s the Codeines?

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TTFNski!

Ipsographic Inchy: Friday 24th May 2024

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04:10hrs: I stirred back into this beautiful, energetic, passionate, loveable, happiness-enriched, appreciated, happy wakefulness of life.  
However, there was a minor miracle, I have to say. Although the usual pains from both cartilages were soon rampant, now here this… there was no titter-od-a-pain from Little Inchy’s Fungal Lesion or even Little Inchy! Fantastic! Oh, also, up to now, 17:15hrs, not a single shock from the !

I hobbled to the wet room to empty the nocturnal catheter pouch in the WC. It was not a good colour again this morning, and my blood pressure was too high. I decided as it was early, to get the ablutions and medicationalisationings done after tackling the evacuation. 
Trotsky Terence was yet again on form.
More watery evacuations, like I don’t think I’ve ever suffered before. I guess those sausages don’t fit well with my innards?
By the time I’d stripped, a matter of maybe five minutes later. I was back seated on the Throne again. 
Did the teggies, cleared the nose, and got the shaving tackle ready for service.

I started shaving, and things seemed to be going pretty well. Then, I had a sudden
And at almost the same time, who gave way but, .
I suppose it might have been called lucky, as I fell onto the sink. It was all over in a few seconds; although I was wobbling and hit my head on the tap, I didn’t hit the deck for once.
I sat on the for a few minutes to recover.
This was when the blood flowed onto my face, cheeks and chin from my head. I’d got Kodak Tim in the dressing gown pocket from taking the pouch snap earlier to try some selfies of the wound. As fast as I cleared the blood, it was coming again. Only one thing for it, I thought. The after-shave stops the blood and stings, but it is so effective. Not this morning! I must have spent an hour or more trying to stop it. I went a little fuzzy-minded at this stage. I refound myself in the kitchen. I returned to the wet room to check if I’d left the taps running. I could see the pile of kitchen towels and toilet paper with bits of blood on them. There were some in the waste bin, and for some unknown reason, I’d spread others around the toilet seat? Still, it let me take a snap of them, Hehe! Then, I found the blood-soaked plaster on the top of my head. The box of plasters was in the kitchen, so I cleaned it up; it was still bleeding, so I put two thick plasters on it after trying to see if the Brute would work this time. What had happened was a bit foggy in my mind. I’m unsure if what I’ve written is exact, anyway. I’ve just had a thought! Maybe the persistent flowing blood was shooting out with the help of Dementia Doreen, thinking she was under attack? Har-Har!

I cleaned what must have been the most minor cut ever and put another plaster on. Then I meandered out onto the balcony for a nosey around, taking care that the dressing gown was well closed, as I had no socks on nor Protection Pants, and I was aware that if I had not, the tackle would be on view from below. 
The few minutes on the balcony, like yesterday with the police incidents, were just as interesting. First, I saw about six magpies in the car park mudslide having a bath together… Seconds late, about ten crows appeared and saw off the magpies in no time.
Then, a poor fox appeared from the trees, and just one of the crows made for him, diving at him or her until he disappeared into the tree copse. The poor fox seemed to know what would happen when he saw the crow. He kept stopping momentarily to assess where it was, then shot off again. They say things happen in threes. I wonder what tomorrow morning holds for me. Hahaha!
I thought of my cyber-buddy Tim in New Mexico. He’d have some good photos, but mine disappointed me. Other than the blurry bottom photo, I could not manipulate things quickly enough to catch the fox. I felt so sorry for him. I imagine he would have been trying to collect food for his/her little ones.

I went back inside and changed the bloodied plaster again. As I was putting things in the kitchen waste bag, I was so glad to see Carer Maryham arrive. She immediately mentioned how white I looked and asked if I was alright. Then she saw the blood coming from the plaster. She replaced it, and again, I tried the shaving lotion to try and stop it. No joy. 
Maryham wanted to ring for an ambulance, which I was against. It had to stop eventually. I suggested she rang 111 for me to get advice. I couldn’t hear the conversation, but Maryham said they were sending an ambulance. 
While waiting two hours later, Sister Jane called to see if I was alright. She’d had a call from someone about me having an ambulance for a head wound. 

The 111 lady rang Maryham back. They talked, and Maryham said we’ve got to get a clean cloth and press and hold it firmly on the wound (which apparently was the size of a small pimple) for at least ten minutes. If it stops or continues to bleed, ring them back to inform them. So, I had ten minutes holding and pressing a cloth on the pimple, and Maryham said the blood was barely leaking now. She rang 111 back, and they cancelled the ambulance, thank heavens. And thank heavens for Maryham. When she arrived, she was just finishing her shift and had to phone someone to take her young daughter to the nursery school. Bless her! I insisted she had some nibbles and a drinkie, at least. Saved the day she did! 🤎

The next few hours, well, almost as soon as Maryham left, I got Dizzy Dennis, Fog-Minded-Francis and went into so many flipping seizures and or mind blanks that I got to the stage of wishing the ambulance had come now.

When Carer Joanne came, things got better. Listening to her tell me about the horrible fall she had last night was like bonding—a double bonding, actually. She also has a catheter. There have been no more seizures after this—up to now.
The Social Prescribing team lady rang. I explained that Carer Carer was on holiday and could not assist me with the questionnaire. She was understanding. I rang Jane back to tell her about the incidents, and I was alright.

I’m blogging away, but for an unknown reason, my sight was far more blurred than it had been. It was hard work—and still is. It could be due to the banged head, but I hope it clears soon. This is not good.

Carer Chris arrived. He gave me my medications and put the bulb back in the socket, but I was too nervous to put the light on anyway because it was so loose.

The NCC electrician arrived. A cheerful young lady. She replaced the lighting connections, and now I have light!
Someone famous once said that… didn’t they?

Late now. Gonna get some grub!
I got many electric shocks from the left ankle over the next three hours. (I spoke to soon?)

The chips in the oven were nowhere near cooked, so I took what was meant to be one snap of the interesting getting dark night view of the sky. My habit of pareidoliaising was put into practice with these. Can you see the eyes of the creature? The dog’s head? I must get my eyes done again.
I got the meal served up. It was not one of my better ones, to say the least. The chips were not good. They were so bad I later threw away the rest of the bag from the freezer. Tsk!

Pareidoliaising, on the last Kodak of the day.
Can you see the creature coming from the left with its mouth open? Hehe!

Even I found them, although it did take me a bit longer than the estimated 10 seconds. Tsk!

Coup de grace, an Ode, art-deco,
May your follicles flow,
And any bad luck, never show, 
May you hang onto your Mojo,
May today’s events, each scenario,
Leave a warm afterglow.
Hoping everyone says to you, hello,
May the day show simpatico,
Be free of snide and innuendo,

My catheter’s full; I’ll have to go…

TTFN

Ideologogist Inchy: Thursday 23rd May 2024

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Terribly dark!
I broke the plastic drainer tube off of the Day Catheter, getting the night pouch off! Hobbled to the wet room initially to empty the pouch. Which had to wait as I almost tore the PPs in haste to get sat on the Porcelain before the flow started flowing, and boy, it came and came!

The legs looked a little worse for wear. The ankles in particular. 
Not sure if you can see it, but the right leg swelling was growing again. The day pouch bag is due to be changed today.

I thought the red eye was looking better. But later, when Carer Christopher arrived, he said it was a lot worse.
Can’t win ’em all. Hehe!
As Chris was putting the diabetic socks on my legs, the light went out. No matter what we tried, it would not work. We assumed that the plastic bayonet had broken. I asked Chris to inform the Wardens for me, which he said he would.
I hope they can get someone to sort it out before it gets dark. Walking, well, hobbling around with a loose catheter bag, cartilages that might give at any time, or worse still, the walking stick and cooking to get done as well. Then there’s a chance I could trip over something, but the Cataract can’t. Well, they won’t be done again until the Glaucoma lasering has been done, but that’s doubtful at my age. Then a real risk of a 
kicking off! The double vision doesn’t help either. I’m talking myself into a depression here, ain’t I? Hahaha!
I collated the various waste fabs into one and placed it near the front door, ready for collection later on in the day.
I took a photo of the trees and felt so sorry for the birds. It was howling out there. I bet a few nest chicks and eggs got smashed, then I spotted…
Police officers in the Woodthorpe Park bottom field.
In the second photo, I caught two officers chasing something or one to the left end, rear of Muggers Alley. Blotches on the lens again! Humph!
I went to the other room to answer the mobile phone that was ringing. It was a lady from the Nottingham Council Social Prescribing Team, but I had to ask her to ring back on the landline, which she did pleasantly. I have to get a Carer to read through it to find out what it is all about. Just my luck, Carer Carer has just gone on a fortnight’s holiday! (Vacation)
So, I’ll see who comes. She wants me to read it and ring her back. This does not bode well, but it does because it’s lovely that someone cares enough to help. It’s me who gets things mixed up, forgets things, and, at times, panics a smidge about anything official. Silly old fool.
Like with MS, CorelDraw, and WordPress, it sometimes does not put the right photos on, and I only find out when I do a preview. I found I have to rename them all the time. What’s the bloody hell is going on here? Is it Google or WordPress wrong? Or thick-me?
Oh, I do miss helpful Kara!

I got carried away there, back to the police presence…
Police appeared coming down the hill of foot, a police van and two more cars arrived.
Innit annoying when you don’t know what going on?
Mind you, that’s standard procedure for me.

I took a snap of the mudslide that had gone down a lot. The wind helped, I think.
Talking of the wind, I had a little escape from the rear end, and ASAP, I fumbled my way back to the wet room.

Warden & Desktop Dancer Julie came in. Carer Christopher had told her about the light bulb problem. She came up to make an assessment. Hopefully, she can get some help today for me, but if not… 

When I was just a little boy
I asked my mother, what will I be
Will I be pretty? Will I be rich?
Here’s what she said to me
Qué será, será…
Now piss-off!

The clouds gathering high in the already dank sky, seemingly getting lower, oh my, oh my…
I don’t know why I said that?
This often happens!

Ah, 168, that was obvious…

 

 

 

 

Better get summat to eat then. Sausages & Spaghetti?
Spaghetti with Mediterranean tomatoes and vegetables, small vegan sausages, Milk Roll sliced bread, and a small pot of orange jelly. I settled to eat it and took this photo on the left. Then I realised I’d still got some large vegan sausages in the oven that I forgot to add to the meal. So I retrieved them and added them to the feast in the bowl on the tray. That’s more like it! Hehehe! T’was not as good as I thought it would be.

TTFN.