Inchy: Sunday 11th February 2024

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Today has been, up to now, a nothing day.
This is the oddest one I’ve had for a long time; although the hectic ones were annoying, this does nothing other than make a mess of blogging and getting a delivery from Amazon Day; it was out of this world… No, the fact that I just went along with the nothingness all around me is a surprising bit. No Josie, no Wardens, and my mind was wandering all over the place. Anywhere I wanted it to go, well, Humph! On the bright side, Carer Shaquille and Carer Kimberly were in a decent mood, and we managed a few laughs… which were the highlights of the day!

I had to make some templates up, and I got carried away when I found a few words I could use in the ode.

Not so dark this morning.

Moon, or reflection of flash. I don’t remember taking this one at all?

A gone-wrong early morning shot of the houses.

Ablutions.


Looks to me like , along with are beginning to blow up, bleed,  and scab again.
The two-tone-shaded toes… Scrawny leg bottoms, but fat at the top? Hehe!
are more prominent too! Some vein lumps rising.

Another change in the evacuation department!

Took a close up of the two-tone-shaded toes.

A truly blue hue now.

The output was more consistent today. I took these about an hour apart from each one. And a good colour, too.

Late afternoon clouds.Getting darker now.

I got carried away doing the ode.
Spent hours on it, but the result was disappointing.
Peaceful!
Aha, a misty sunset.

Today, , & tended to my needs.

Another seasoned vegetable stew tonight!
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Saturday 10th February 2024

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Slow day for once. Nodded off a few times. Depression lurking. Lost so few photographs. I lost my wristwatch (still searching). Stubbed toe. Not feeling too good, coughing and wheezing a smidge.

Forgot to put a nocturnal catheter pouch on, so it is a full-day bag to wake up to.

Morning views.

Heavy fog for an hour or two.

I lost my camera and wristwatch.

Carer Christopher. Looks and sounds a little poorly to me! Hope he’ll be okay.

Forever changing. Tsk!

Darker again.

Struggling with the blog.
But found the camera!
Just in time to catch the end of sunset.
Did a sweep of the sky.
Right view.

Got some potatoes in the oven and pressed on with this blog… Made mistakes? Me? Yes! Tons!

Went to check on the spuds.
Photo’s the progress of the spuds. But missed. Haha!
Almost ready.
Seasoned the vegetable stew.
Added some veg stock.

I took three snaps of the last of the sun’s glow.
All in close-ups, so not too good.
The ribbon of light.
To the left, some clouds.
Great looking further on.

Got the nosh served up.
Tinned chunky vegetable soup. Roast potato chunks added. Along with tomato & Mediterranean vegetables cooking sauce. Two oven-cooked bread rolls. A baby-sized pot of orange jelly and some spring water with a dash of Pineapple and Grapefruit flavour.

Now, this may surprise you… it did me…
took a night off!
Unfortunately, had five hours of twinging and stabbing away at me. Occasionally accompanied by . Well, perhaps she was getting jealous? Hahaha!

Please have a great day!

Inchy: Fri 9 Feb 24: Another concentration wandering day…

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The out-of-it moments far outweighed the ins today, indubitably. Farcical memory-wise, and I had to cope with nagging away at me, nearly all day long. Relief came only when a Carer arrived. Each time they departed, reliable old restarted!
I got so far behind with the blog, it is Saturday morning, 09:445hrs, and I’m only just starting this blog.
I got distracted by the Health Unlocked site.
Far too often. On the section of the site, there are many people at the end of their tether. I replied to some of their comments in the hope that what I wrote would help them, in some way, to cope with things a little easier. I know how they feel. And so many said their Doctors seem to fob them off. So many are on medications for the PN. Well, to reduce the pain from it anyway. But with my being on Warfarin and having bladder problems, any extra medication will be risky with the side effects. Then, of course, I had to view my other Hubs… FND, bladder & bowel, cataracts, Hard of Hearing, and others. This cost me several hours of not getting any blogging done. So the written descriptions are going to be short, if any, today.
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Not much.

Blue hue again.

07:20hrs: arrived.
She’s brought the laundry back up for me.
Medications were given, and then she doctored the bleeding wounds that were bleeding and got the and diabetic socks fitted.
She did a good job too.

Sorting the laundry out, I had to put the towels, dressing gown and two shirts on the stand-up airer, to dry. They were still damp when I emptied them from the bag.

Getting lighter.

Spuds out to bake later.

Did the midday call. She helped me get the washing from the fairer into the cupboards, bless her. Checked the cooler and taps for me and took the waste bag as she left. 

Then, I got distracted by the commenting and reading. I was on it for hours and hours, addicted. 

arrived, strewth, is it that time already? Chris changed the day pouch for me. 
Doctored the legs after taking off the strappings & diabetic socks. They were bleeding again. But the District nurses have not called on me for weeks and weeks. They have their Junior Doctors on strike to cope with, so I do understand how busy they are.
Chris took a photo of segregated legs when he removed the strappings & socks for me. Hehe!

Not sure why I took two of these?
Rest assured, there will have been be a reason hidden within the convoluted, warped confines of my cerebrum, shielded from divulgence by , and .

Made a brew of Glengettie.
And dunked some Maryland cookies.
Sugar-free, of course!

Got the potatoes served up and eaten.
Seasalt & no-butter butter and ‘no bread’!
I think I ought to get a medal for this self-control… at least a mention in despatches!

Went to wash the things.
Took these sun-setting photos.
Bootifu!
Amazing…
A final closer effort.
Does anyone see the ghost or angel in these pictures? The spaceship? Ah, well, I did. Haha!

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Inchy: Thursday 8th February 2024

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MORE BLANKS THAN MEMORIES
I’m getting worried about these mini-periods of hypomnesia, obliviousness and remoteness. Or rather, worried about the increase in them. One action, In particular, I wonder if it happened or if I dreamed it. I’m not holding back, am I? Embarrassing in a way, but if writing about this prompts just one expert to comment with advice that I am capable of actioning, it’ll be worth it; my baring my humiliation.
I recall getting my head down, feeling drained and chagrined with life and self-disesteemed. It felt like it took a while to get to sleep, with nocturnally present  rampaging away… I’ve no idea what about. It seemed to me that literally, seconds later, I was in the wet room, getting the shaving tackle ready to use. The Protection Pants had been taken off, and the hot water tap was running in the sink. As I noticed the blood trickling down my legs from both  , and , which is nothing unusual in itself. I realised what and where I was. And wondered as I  checked the time, why the hell was I doing my ablutions at this ridiculous hour of the morning, 02:30hrs?
Not one of my better days.
Little did I know tomorrow was going to be worse!
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Not a lot in the nocturnal pouch. Dark, too!

Took a failed photo through the kitchen windows..

Opened the windows and tried again. Not good.

Well, not so bad this time.
I had to leave to go to the Throne.

Never mind.
Back to the kitchen, determined to get a good photograph taken this time, but…
How this was taken is a mystery to me. I thought I’d got a good grip of when I took it. Tsk! Another one that the Tate Gallery won’t be interested in.

Another false alarm!
There was more white showing.

arrived at 0715hrs. He issued the medications, and started to get the diabetic socks and leg strappings on, and asked if the feet or legs were hurting; they were not, I said. Are you sure, he said? Yes, I said.
Well, just look at the state of yer ankles, mate, and the thighs are bleeding a little, too, as well!

I was amazed at the state of the ankles when she pointed them out, and he took a photo with for me. I took this one. took the slippers off, got the socks ready to go on, and pointed out to me that the toe ends were much whiter than yesterday.
She was right, too. But at that time, there was no pain being felt at all? We got the socks and strappings on both legs, and she pointed out something again… the
day bag, I’d only put on about an hour ago, was filled to the top! And once again, there were no pains from the flashback as there usually is? Could this be going to be a better day? I said! Maryham suggested that with your luck, it’s better not to be so optimistic. We did laugh!
She even emptied the bag for me. Kind, attentive and always ready for a smile & laugh! Haha!

e checked the tap and cooker for me too, and she took the waste bag with her on departing.

The kitchen view had changed somewhat, glum!

I made a brew and took it to the computer. And got another call from Virgin Media. All they want to do is sell you something extra. 

I’ll keep trying.

Or, just maybe I fell asleep in the computer chair?
Came around or woke up. and had a hobble around the flat with , to get the blood flowing, cause now, , the feet and ankles were giving me some hassle. I took the above snap of the misty morning, well, it was well gone the morning now. Half an hour later, 
I took this one of the Bottom field, and tree copse.

Then as I settled again, chimed out.
It was the dry eye sprays being delivered from Amazon. I still had a drop left of the old £8.69 Wilko one, but couldn’t resist trying the new one out. Made in China. The power of the spray jet sent the liquid all over my face. Hehehe! But they were only £4 a go.

The day pouch needed emptying. What a dark colour and filthy great stink as I emptied it. Phew!

A little rain fell with the odd flakes of snow in it. Noticed that the mud-slide was in the car park again. So, presumably, it must have been raining while I was out of things or asleep?

Then the Loperamide capsules were delivered. I got this brand cause they were cheaper than my usual ones. Not that I needed them now, not need to stop that which has suddenly stopped on its own. Hehehe!

Packed up on the computer. I went to put the oven on to heat up, and I took this better shot of the bottom field; the rain and snow had stopped now.

did his late visit. Got the diabetic socks and leg straps on for me, had some nibbles, and was off home; he looked tired.

Hello, playing again. I thought at first it might be who might have left something he needed in the flat, but no…
It was the final delivery, the extra-long diabetic socks being delivered late. Not that it mattered.
A pack of six pairs. I needed it due to the fact that the Carers lost my laundry; there were three pairs of diabetic socks in it, along with pyjama tops, ankle straps a pair of leg strapping,  and a dressing gown. But I’m not the only client to lose their laundry. The Mysteries of Woodthorpe Court, with the hobgoblins, spectres, gnomai, phantasms, ghosts, grotesque succubae, extraterrestrials, ectoplasms, spirits, or the Fata Morganas that have been sent to taunt, irritate and steal peoples laundry, and to terminate my already limited saneness of mind? Hehehe!
The Phantom Laundry Lifter of Woodthorpe Court!

After getting down in the c1968, tatty, scruffy, unkempt, uncomfortable, virus, microorganism, bug, bacterium, bacillus, germ, parasite producing, and disease-fermenting second-hand, eyesorely-horrendously grungy beige-coloured, £300, charity shop bought, crumb-retaining, moth-eaten, non-working, itch-encouraging, incommodious, Haemorrhoid Harold testing, catheter tube yanking, recliner, sleep was not an option. Two causes for this tonight. and old reliable .

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Inchy: Wed 7 Feb 24 Guess who got the medical dates mixed up? Again!

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I managed to wake and get up early enough to get the night pouch off and make a start on the ablutioning completed… but it took me longer than I’d hoped. The Porcelain Throne evacuation slowed me down.

Getting the things to take with me, and realised that the Carer had not come early, not that the lad was late, no one had told him about my early appointment. He got the diabetic socks, and leg straps fitted. Helped me get the trousers on as well, issued the medications and chose a treat from the fridge. Thank’s Shaq.
Down to the lobby and had a go at the crossword while I waited. The Easy-Link bus arrived, and I was soon on the minibus, paid my fee, and on the way to the surgery.

Heavy traffic en route, we arrived a few minutes late.
I was greeted by a new electronic computer log-in system. But it had big icons that were amazingly easy to see… I realised then that I’d not put in my hearing aids and had the reading glasses on. Tsk!
The logging in was done, I sat down and had another go at the crossword book.
Nurse Caroline came to fetch me into her room… I had an epiphany moment as I hobbled along with her to her treatment room. I suddenly became aware that I had made the right cock-up about what the visit was all about. For some unknown reason… apart from possibly , I believed I was going to see someone or other, about the results of the last prostate-shrivelling session at the City Hospital Urology. But, no! That must be the appointment for next month, maybe, perhaps. This one was about the last blood test, showing that I was now a confirmed diabetic. With a High Risk of Type 2 Diabetes. Nurse Carolyne was her usual kind, patient self as we discussed my dietary habits. It’s as if I must have known, I said. I’ve just last week stopped eating crisps, and nibble only sugar-free biscuits now. However, the highlight of this talk was I can now go back to having two mugs of tea a day! Hurrah! Or, as many as many mugs of decaffeinated tea that I wanted… Spit! Horrible, tasteless!

She wanted to refer me to the Diabetes Learning Course. I explained what happened at the last one when I could not hear or see what was happening. I tried for about five weeks but realised it was costing me all that dosh to get there and back, time in dressing beforehand, and of no use when I got there. The nurse was calm and helpful when I asked if there were any smaller group meetings I could attend. Bless her. She will try to find out and let me know later. What an Angel!
I could sense the flow-back building up in the bladder, and I knew the pouch needed emptying. I went into the surgery WC and emptied the bag.
Back to the waiting room, and on the crossword.
Departed, as the lift was parking up on Mansfield Road, and was soon back at the flats. Gave the driver a choice of drinks from the , and into the prison… no, flats.

Passing the laundry room on the ground floor…
Someone’s washing, obviously someone had forgotten to collect it from the machine, had been dumped on the draining board counter. Which is better than mine was, which was on the floor and returned with fluff all over it, the week before last. But at least it was returned last week. The new dressing gowns, shirts and diabetic socks will have to be bought again… I think I ordered some from Amazon.
In the cell… er, apartment, and emptied out the very dark urine from the day pouch.

To make room for the daily mug of Glengettie tea. No, I’m wrong again; it was J Sainsbury’s Extra-Strong Red Label teabag. Lovely it was too! Then, I got the uncomfortable, painful trousers off.

I was going to make some baked spuds but forgot to heat the oven. It can happen to anyone!

I got a call from the doctor’s surgery. An increase in the Warfarin doses after the blood test. 
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arrived. Med’s sorted.

Blogging for hours is a slow-grinding task today. The concentration was not with me, but the ability to make errors grammar-wise was in excellent form.

rang from the door chime. It was a Carer arriving. I’d never seen him before. Obviously, some carer had gone off ill or on holiday. This makes things difficult for them cause Kara is on holiday for two weeks, as far as I know. Nice chap.

I gave up on blogging, and I’ve tried to make an early catch-up on it in the morning. 

Made a naughty meal.
Yummy!


Looking glum as things darken.

I certainly didn’t!

While waiting for the last Carer call, I drifted into the heavenly bliss of sleep. A few minutes later, the pains from the backed-up bladder woke me.
Phew! Just in time!

The Carer medicated me and removed the leg strappings and diabetic socks. I’ve ordered some more socks from Amazon, along with Dry Eye spray and Anti-diarrhoea capsules. Gave him a treat of his choice.
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TTFNski!

Inchy: Mon 5 Feb 2024; Kitchen Fire! Not a big one!

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There’s not much to report; good job. I managed to take a few photos. The memory blanks were far fewer but lasted for longer. I can’t win! Well, they won’t even let me into the race for contentment! Haha!

I tried to take a photo in the reflection of the balcony glass of me waving at you.

Morning view.

My one and only mug of Glengettie of the day! Of course, I let it get cold… Tsk!

Filling up quick again, dark shade.

Mystery photo taken?

I put the TV on and became more confused about what I was doing. Left it on for hours. Forgot it was on!

Again.

I heard the tune playing for ‘Keeping Up Appearances’ on the TV and watched the episode.
I can remember that!

Carer Christopher arrived, and I mentioned that the laundry had not been returned. He gave me the medications and shot down to fetch them for me. Bless him. He returned with it and had to rush off. It was dry this time, and getting the sleeves and socks back from inside out, I hung them up. I gave him some treats. Thanks for helping.

Still too dark, I must start guzzling the water again.

I’ll put some chips in the oven I heated earlier… 
I’d not turned on the oven!
pillockSo, I turned on the oven, making sure the light had lit this time. Tsk! And returned to the blog.

No call from Easy-Link to confirm the booking for Wednesday’s lift to the doctor has arrived. I expect it will come tomorrow, then if they cannot do it, I’ll have to ring and cancel it, making another one for later. There is no way I could walk it or use public transport. And taxis are out of the question as well. Sitting with my legs bent up in low seating will give me grief.  , , , and . With the possibility of bleeding, , or  &  joining in the feast of pain and discomfort. Now it’s in the hands of fate, and of course, , along with whether or not I remember all this on Wednesday morning. So, I suppose that will have to play his part in the proceedings, too. Isn’t life-ageing interesting and challenging?

Back to the action, Hehehe!

Back to the blogging. Taking ages due to all the corrections needed to be done. Then…
I definitely smelt burning!

I grabbed the , and hobbled semi-hastily to the kitchen. The smell of a little acrid that attracted my attention was that of a casserole saucepan, the melting serving bowl that I’d left in it, and a white porcelain bowl in that… But obviously, I had turned on the back hob, in mistake for turning off the front hob (I think).
You can almost see the heat in this shot.
That had melted the large bowl, and the Porcelain bowl fell through into the metal casserole saucepan!
I let it all cool down for a while, then took this snap of my three mangulated, misshapen, melted, merged, cracked mixtures moulded together as the porcelain bowl fell through the melted one.
I salvaged the porcelain bowl from the vice-like grip of the artistic-looking, smelly mess. (I should have sent the photo to the Tate Gallery?) I left it in the sink bowl in hot water, bleach, baking soda and washing-up liquid to soak overnight. I’ll inspect things in the morning.

Worra Life!

Inchy: Sunday 4th February 2024

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Today was going well. (A lie! I thought it was going well)
But I lost five hours of it altogether. I sat there on the computer chair. I smelt something burning; obviously, a cooking flavour lingered from the kitchen. I’d even taken photos of preparing the meal, but at that time, I had no recollections. I salvaged the burnt food, added it to a can of beans with chunky veg sauce, and turned off the heat. This is being written after this action. I must speak with the quack on Wednesday… please that I remember to! 

05:45hrs: The colour of the contents of the nocturnal pouch was worryingly dark again.

Another thing that bothered me was the state of the legs when the Carer removed the diabetic socks to change them and put on the ankle & leg strappings.

Messy!

Morning view of the blue hue sky.

The one permitted mug of tea was brewed.

Got around to updating yesterday’s blog.

I had to empty the fast-flowing day pouch.
It seemed to be getting darker again? Oh, heck!

The Mammoth Mind Blank took place.

A carer must have called cause she or he signed the book. Something else to fret over. Yet, I wasn’t getting down about these things. Strangely?

Unbelievable!

Somehow, the urine looked to have got a lot lighter?

When I emptied the day pouch… Hey Presto! It poured out a deep, deep brown! How come?

I do remember taking this shot above.
The clouds looked like foam packaging.

I set about correcting the mistakes I’d made earlier in this blog. Took me ages. I found some snaps of me preparing the food that I cannot honestly say I remember doing… or can I, now? This is bonkers!
Apparently, the meat is going into the oven.

I took this shot down from the kitchen window.

Ten minutes after taking the first one…
The darkness was falling…

arrived and was good enough to hear me moaning about things for a minute or two.

Time to get the meal heated and then eaten up!

I put the meat into the saucepan and oven tray to soak in the bowl, and I got the quiz result on here.

Vegetable stew with gammon.
Very nice!

Went to wash up, and the horizon deserved preserving photographically, I thought.

ALL THE BEST

Have a great day, you really ought,
To avoid you becoming a worry-wort…
May your anxieties add up to nought!
May your demons be easy to thwart!
With great joy to share & flaunt.

Inchy: Saturday 3rd February 2024

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I stirred and lay there, working out if I was still alive or dreaming. I decided I must be alive when I moved in the itch-creating, bruise-giving, catheter-tube-tugging, crumb-decorated from my nocturnal nibblings, God-awfully uncomfortable, cringingly-grotty, no longer working, dirty beige, anti-sleep designed, c1966, second-hand bought for £300, twelve years ago from the charity shop, recliner; and knocked the bottle of soda water off of the chair arm, and my glasses fell off of my head. Went to the kitchen to wash the mug from last night. By chiming out, and in walked  at 07:15hrs. No needed.
I took off the    Then off to the wet room.

A two-tone evacuation again this time. It took Mr ages to get the thing started, and after a couple of loud plonks in the water that sounded like bricks falling, the stinking flood of semi-liquid content flowed!
The cleaning up, medicationalising of poor , olive oiling the earholes, and painfully  , and
knees, I set about cleaning up my rear end, and I think the initial tending to the bum took over half a toilet roll; things were wet and so sticky! Not to mention phooey!
I got the alert bands back on. The Dementia and FND ones, I couldn’t find anywhere?
Had to mop up a few splashes on the floor. The cleaning up alone likely cost me half an hour, with washing out the mop afterwards. 
I ventured from the wet room and back into the kitchen. : 
Much anger… self-disgust & hatred spewed forth… and I was slightly annoyed with myself. I’d left the flaming hot water tap running again! Grrr!
The view from the kitchen window mirrored how I felt at that moment. So I got and took this photograph on the left of the view on offer.
As I turned from closing the window, I on the bottom of the radiator. I was getting more and more hot under the collar now! What next, I thought?
Started updating yesterday’s blog.
I wasn’t getting on with it too well, mind you. Word thoughts of using seconds before were off into the ether by the time I’d written the intro. Grammar glitches: I was not feeling up to much, as each time I stood up, either gave way or else  would nearly have me over. She may well get me later on, though; they have been very persistent today!

Called while I was in a state of depression. But we both have similar t things affecting us, and we chatted while she did the medicationing, and I think we cheered each other up a smidgeon. The weather seemed to be getting darker? A short, sharp, heavy shower followed a little later. Of course, my plan to ask the next caller to put the ankle and leg strappings and diabetic socks back on went out of the window. No hot water until tonight, and I’ll be too tired to bathe and shave by then. So, it means getting up even earlier in the morning to get it done before the Carer calls. With Carers coming an hour earlier now, seven, not eight o’clock, I’ll aim to get up at 05:00hrs in hopes of getting all of my done. This means trying to get this blog done early, or at least most of it, cause I’ll not have time in the morning to do it first thing, so I’ll need to get my head down earlier… but of course, this does not bother me a bit. 

I went to empty out the day pouch of the catheter and spotted a spot above my kneecap. No pain from it; it doesn’t feel like a bruise to me? All part of the Mysteries of Woodthorpe Court, with the hobgoblins, spectres, gnomai, phantasms, ghosts, the grotesque succubae, extraterrestrials, ectoplasms, spirits, or the Fata Morganas that have been sent to taunt, irritate and terminate my already limited saneness of mind? 
The urine seemed to be a little dark in colour again.
The new slippers were giving me no bother today. I wish I could say the same about the tubing attached to poor Little Inchie. He’s been chaffed at something awful today by .
The PP’s are bloodied. The sky suddenly lightened, and the beautiful clouds I looked up at showed instant pareidoliaising qualities!

Taken to my right: Can you see the face? Eyes, nose, beard in the clouds. I’ve circled it as I see it. The head is tilted.
Taken to my left, this shot is lighter as the sun is on the way down. You can see the shadows of it on the first one above right.
Another slightly tilted face.
Possible another face bottom, right? Well, the eyes of one, maybe?

Bootiful!
Called. I took his BP. I’ll put it on the list for tomorrow. He Had to rush, with the visit times being halved, but I managed to take it.

The urine in the day bag has gotten lighter now. 
It filled a lot quicker this time around.
The sky had changed its hue again.
I tried to get a decent photographicalisation of the view three times.

No luck, it’s the mist, innit? That’s making it complicated.


Heated the oven for the chips for the chips to go in later. Scorched a finger or two on the bars.
I made a brew of the finest tea, Glengettie. The only one allowed now daily. This is because the Warfarin Anticoagulation INR results are all over the place. They blame the tea drinking. So, no longer two mugs of tea allowed daily, but one! Grunglenagocks!

Minutes later,   arrived. I took the medications, and I treated the lad to some nibbles.

Went to wash the mug, and the night hue had changed again.
Fetched To take some photographicalisation in the hope of getting at least one of them to come out reasonably decent. The first one was not too bad of the clouds.
As an afterthought, I tried to do a close-up of the lamp-lit streets ahead.
Ah, well, at least it had a Tate Gallery-appealing artistic side to it. Hehehe!
If cameras could talk, I bet he would be saying to himself, “I don’t know why this idiot even bothers!” Haha!

As I turned to grab my , a tug on the tube via  , as the weight of the contents dropped the whole kaboodle several inches down the leg, cracking the dried blood to release fresh warm and wet blood escaping from . 
I limped to the wet room, and I cleaned up and medicated various things.
There were no curses, self-pity, or spitting! True! On this occasion, I just sort of felt it was all-natural, expected. I resigned myself to getting used to it; it ain’t gonna get any better, and philosophically thought, “It’s doing yourself no good getting angry each time; this will solve nothing. Time to get complaisant, amenable and accept what will be, will be… cope with it, you wimp!” Or summat like that. I am pretty sure that this moment of clarity of thought brought on a mini
Then another . After cleaning and medicating the lesion, I was struggling, as usual, to get the PPs on.
At the worst time possible, there I was, standing on Arthur Itis’s right leg, one hand on the sink, the other using the picker upper to hold the PP open to get my left leg in, raised the left leg… and twinged and at the same instant, gave way on me! I didn’t hit the deck, but I did bang my right elbow on the sink while using it to stop me from going down and stubbing my toe against the stanchion. Now the cursing, spitting, loathing, swearing and pissed-offendedness returned! The new deep thoughts on how I should react to these didn’t last long!

Well, I got two of them.
1 Down & 3 across.
I had to look up Lingaraj.
Lingaraja Temple is a Hindu temple dedicated to Shiva and is one of the oldest temples in Bhubaneswar, the capital of the Indian state of Odisha, India. The temple is the most prominent landmark of Bhubaneswar City and one of the state’s major tourist attractions.

Got the meal finished and served up.
Oven chips, Lamb & Mutton burgers, milk roll bread, & sliced pickled beetroot. With a small pot of tasteless orange-flavoured jelly, which started off with a small pot of blackberry cheesecake. But I dropped that on the floor, and it burst open. 

TTFN, folks!

Inchy: Friday 2nd February 2024

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I’m looking forward to next Wednesday, when I get t speak with the Doctor. These memory blanks are concerning me more than ever today.
Many moments and a long one with no memories at all of between what I worked out was 13:00 to 16:00hrs. I noted that I’d been working on yesterday’s blog but had not got very far with it, and what I’d done was error-filled and out of chronological sync. I corrected (I think) the grammar cock-ups, but left things as they were in the timing mistakes, for fear of drifting off again. I put messages in between to remind me as I did things. I just hope I’ve removed them all in Thursday’s much-belated blog. As I write this, around 19:00hrs, I seem more in control… but why? Not that I’m complaining, but I am certain things will go crazy again. I’ll try to remember to take the link with me to this blog cause I think if the Doc reads this, it may well prove more descriptive of my problems than my stuttering and memory-blank-ridden talking face-to-face would ever do? Losing track when talking to the carers does not matter so much cause they can do nothing to help anyway. Especially since the call times have been halved, they cannot have time to listen, even if they want to. Sorry, I’ve waffled on there.
A RIGHT COCK-UP WITH BAR was then committed. I misplaced for several hours. Started a search when I was up to it, so angry with myself! Gave up, thinking, I must have put or dropped it in the waste bag somehow, and it had been put down the chute!
Certain it had gone missing, a Mega-Depression took hold of me. was gifted to me when I broke the last camera. I so appreciated that gesture, too; now I felt worthless. The joy when I found it hours later and started taking some evening shots was incalculable! 
Of course, this meant far fewer shots for the blog. 
The period between realising and thinking after the search I’d lost it, was a terrible time.
Now, on with the scintillating, captivating, amusing, pragmatic, fascinating Inchy Today Blog. Hehe!.

I was woken when the Carer arrived at 07:10hrs. Not with it really, still so tired and sleepy. was an angel, she got the cream in the dodgy looking legs, the diabetic socks on for me, and all in a rush, she did a good job. The visit time being halved is making it all a rush nowadays. Can’t be helped, though. Thanked her and she took the rubbish bag with her on her departure. Such a nice gal.
Took another bag I’d made to the door.

The day bag soon filled up!

End car park, no mud at all this lunchtime.

Sun fighting through, temporarily.
Wonderful clouds.

Carer Chris called, not that I can remember that much about what happened. The computer work was going so slowly and mistake-ridden. Spent ages repeatedly searching for . Lost hours.

Found the camera!!!
I’d apparently dropped into a shoe near the computer? How, when or why?

I used it immediately to take some sunset shots. I was overjoyed at finding it and lost my guilt.

First, a wide shot.
Then a little closer.
Then another, but not happy with the quality...
Tried again…
Not happy with this.
Made a right mess this time. Seemed to get a shadow shot of the slit, and gave up!

TTFNski, Each!

Inchy: Thursday 1st February 2024

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Another in and out of it day. Emotions, feelings, confidence, and concentration goings from one extreme to the other constantly. I’ve got to go see the Doctor next Wednesday… hang on, I’ll check that on the calender… 
Yes, on Wednesday at 08:45hrs. Carer Kara rang to arrange a lift for me with Easy-Link, I’m awaiting confirmation of if they can do it or not.
has been social today, I’ve had many visits from him. Conversely, and have been very kind, not one giving way episode today from either of them ♥.
As I mentioned, my concentration has been terrible. With , and the gums, both painful and it’s a good job the Cartilage Twins eased off.
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Looks like a sunburnt foot on the night pouch?

I became of multiple pains coming from  and . Along with both  & , as the Carer Arrived to wake me up at 07:15hrs.
Then, as he removed the socks that should have been done last night and put new ones on, we both noticed the shape and state of my legs. A photo was taken of them…
Swelling up had started again!.
had flared up as well.
Also, with Vanessa having a go, the white toe ends are more predominant now. Of course, it’s just pain. A man of my calibre, with a phenomenal in-built pain resistance, it did not bother me in the slightest; I’ll not even mention .

Medications were given to me.

Window Cleaner Joe arrived. I was just about to go to visit the . He soon got the windows done and was off like a shot; he was very busy. Managed to bore him a little while he was doing them within earshot. Hehehe!

But things were again slow to start, and the first dollop was like concrete, then Trotsky followed up… and kept coming and coming… Hahaha!

It took me a while to clean ‘things’ up.
It seems impossible, but this did happen. When I first got the used Depends off, and new ones on…
the pouch had all but filled up?
Beats me!

End car park shot with .

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Got some spuds in the crock to add to the the remnants of yesterday’s stew. These were different spuds from yesterday, but they, too, had some blight! Threw some of them away. And more later when I cut them to reveal that had blight inside.

After Carer Kara departed, things were vague, to say the least. Thankfully I took photos to assist.
Not many of these made it into the stew. Plenty, most of them, went into the bin bag. Humph!
Must have taken this much earlier.

Ah, a mug of tea that didn’t get drunk (went cold) and a banana that was eaten (Skin seen in the bin).

I seemed to resume my awareness partially, as the pouch filled up again…
I was lucky this one didn’t burst!

Aha! The evening shot of the night lights.
Artistic, but not what I wanted. Hehe!

But the solid torpedo first routine made sure that bled a bit, then go soak in type splashes and spitting gunk that followed the original torpedos.

Mor spuds to throw away.
Served up the meal after Carer Chris had had a little bowl for a treat.

Went with the night pouch tube in hand to wash up the pots. Got sidetracked with the beautiful belated sunset.
Slowly got dimmer as I took each photo.
Bootiful!

on the trolley wheel, as I was putting the things into the drainer.
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Didn’t half make me jump!
Ha-Ha!

TTFNski, each