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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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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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Bacon bits, on flatbread, boiled & soy-sauced small spuds, and some teriyaki sauce for dipping. Nice!
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Inchie Today: Sunday 25th October 2026
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Sometimes, I fear for the future…
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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Mudflow in the car park
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Spot of drizzle
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Legs lost a lot of weight
Looking a smidge better, though.
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Inchie Today: Saturday 25th October 2026
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I Thang You!
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Vegan smoked cheese, frozen seasoned chips,
Sweet & Sour chicken meals.
Pot noodles and soft milk roll bread
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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.
They were all from the Alzeiners Association. Offering information on my two new Dementias. Advice on coping. They also offered opportunities to attend various association meetings and explained what they involved. Ejaz later estimated what taxis and carers would cost and, using Google Maps, how far away each one was.
I got more envelopes opened. My head was spinning. Confusion grew, and I made a brew.
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.
I was totally bamboozled, confused… at a loss.
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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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Right leg clearing… or is it?
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Started these blogs, darned hard work in the mood I’m in.
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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Was the surprise of the day. On Sunday morning, I was at my lowest ebb, well, ever.
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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Cleaned the inside of the fridge this afternoon. Not voluntarily, mind you. There was water all over the place in there that needed tending to. This brought back a mini-depression; at the thought of it breaking down and needing to buy a new one. With the Carer’s extra hours, the £430-a-week cost will increase to, well, I don’t really know. Has to be near to… I’d better not mention it.
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Finished drying the fridge out, and put the towels on the airer, and kitchen towels in the bin. A very slight feeling of satisfaction came over me, no idea why, and I put the kettle on to make a brew and did some more sorting of the empty boxes in the bedroom. Then an unwanted, deep, dark, dank depression set in as I realised I should have tackled this long ago. A few minutes later, though, I was glad they were scattered there…
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Stepping over the dryer, I lost my balance and my walking stick and fell forward. I don’t know what on or against, but I gave my snozzle a clout; it bled a smidge. It was a bit of a shock; it happened so quickly, but thankfully those boxes broke my fall! But the best part was that I didn’t hit the floor, because one of the boxes on the bottom still had some things in it. It took the scab on my left knee right off, and as I was concentrating on grabbing the ottoman nearby, I felt no pain. Best of all, I got up on my own, with the help of the spare walking frame at hand. I went into the wet room to clean up my knee, and my balance must have been off, because I walked into the doorframe on the way in. That did hurt.
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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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I left it in a microwave pot, put the lid on, put it in the fridge, and got back to this blog. Carer Prem arrived; I like this lad. He always gets the torch
and TV glasses on the ottoman for me. Does safety checks, checks my body, takes off my socks, and checks the dates on stuff in the fridge. Cheers, Prem!
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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 
Leyland or Miner’s Trade Unionist. Which reminds me of an ornament of sorts I have atop of the non-working electric fire. Yes, it’s a squeaky Maggie! 💙
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Further along, it’s rare, singular proof that I actually won someone once. I’m not sure of the year, but I had some hair on my head, not yet had a stroke, duodenal ulcer rupture, a mechanical aorta-valve installed, my hernia, been shot, no haggard drawn features, as far as I can see, no glaucoma, cataracts, double pneumonia, burst eardrum, broken bones at all, no elephantine stomach weighing me down, no arthritis, TBI, dementia, had a two-up two-down house, garage, car. I had sex a minimum of three times a week… Happy Days!
I was being presented with an angling cup for winning a match on the Leicester Canal.
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Carer Imram took these snaps of the state of my left leg when he checked out my body for areas in need of barrier cream. He asked if anyone checked my Catheter.
“Do they not put the cooling cream og the scratches that you itch at night?” (No), “Does the Catheter get moved to the other leg weekly? (No),
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 
the start of the window.
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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Got myself in a pickle with the numbers on the health check sheet again! So many errors, and they cost me even more time as the day progressed. Frustrating!
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Talk about losing it again. No wonder I make so many mistakes. I started updating the blog, turned on the TV, and fell asleep in the chair for about two hours!
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The Carer was here when I searched for the finger blood tester and found the new Kodak FZ243 camera I purchased many months ago and never opened. Backs of the 
old and new ones above.
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 
doesn’t have that option anymore, damn it; that is one of the reasons I got that camera! (Although I forgot I had, Tsk!) The other was my familiarity with using it.
Setting it up was a struggle and a half for me.
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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Sorry, but today was even more nightmarish than the last few days. I was told my favourite biscuits were arriving, so I did nothing for a two-hour delivery window. I waited in the foyer for the delivery. As the intercom wasn’t working, I feared I’d miss them, or they would leave them downstairs in the foyer. I hoped they would arrive earlier rather than later. However, while waiting, I met some folk I hadn’t seen in many months. Had a natter with Cynthia, and she kept watch while I nipped up to empty my Catheter pouch and double-check I’d got the timing right. Bless her. I saw the van pull up outside and got ready to dismount the chair I’d settled into… and the driver swiped it with his own swipe? Checked the flat number & name, and he carried the boxes up to the flat for me. The computer was occasionally doing its own thing. Several times, dizziness incapacitated me for long periods. Not sure what the cause was.
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Jenny called and emailed, pointing out that I hadn’t completed the template message to the Carers asking certain Carers to service me. She also pointed out that my landline was giving her inaccessible messages.
I just did not get a chance to do either.
With two sleepless nights this week, my loss of concentration, confusion and tiredness took over.
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Falling asleep on the Porcelain Throne cost me I don’t know how long; but I’d boiled the kettle for a brew before diverting to the loo… and the water and kettle were actually cold when I got back to make the tea.
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Computer foibles continued.
The Catheter not filling, fur in the tube.
I’ve never felt so confused. Worst day ever for this.
I’m often doing, or even saying or thinking something and at any break, diversion, or change of subject, and I forget what I was doing or saying, let alone what the other person was saying, face-to-face, even on the phone. Which is most annoying and embarrassing.
When I’m alone, I constantly talk to myself out loud.
Mostly, self-aimed curse words and lambasting.
A perfect example of self-annoyance today, tragically a very common scenario for me lately: getting to the toilet too late and having unintended escapages. I cannot explain how angry this makes me. I know what may happen, but say I’m typing something (Ie: making up the Email to the Carers), and feel the motion coming on, yet still have to finish the paragraph in fear of forgetting what I was going to put. And knowing the possible result this delay may incur, I still do it! Today I forgot I was even on Email when I got back after cleaning up the mess I made. The bending gives me a backache and dizziness. So why in Hell do I do it? But I do. I don’t know.
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I wrote the above in the hope that someone who can help will read this. When the Alzheimer volunteer visits, they may be able to help me cope with these failures. I’m trying to understand & accept the inevitable myself.
It’s not easy, naturally. I feel so much for the poor souls in a similar but more advanced stage. I imagine they went through this sort of semi-awareness and suffered the anguish of knowing what is to come. 🙏🏻💗
Enough of my moaning, sorry. A few snaps taken.
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Delivery window
Driver carried the extremely large parcels up to the flat for me, dropped them in the doorway, & shot off.
A Busy lad.
The boxes were both crushed
I feared broken biscuits… But no!
Despite holes in the outer box, the
biscuits seemed okay. It was the
amazing inner box protection used
that saved the day; well done to
whoever packed them up!
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Later than usual nosh
No butter, buttered milk-roll bread,
yellow & red tomatoes, beetroot,
Strong soft French cheese, four
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Overcooked battered chicken.
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Inchie Today: Thurs/Fri 8-9th October 2026
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Sorry, only did bits on Thursday.
Alzheimers effects; very bad new trends. Coccyx, District Nurses, Toothache Tiffany, Bladder bloated, new floaters. Leg shakes. Then,
agony from blocked Catheter.
Oxycodone painkillers; no effect!
So far behind; no time to catch up.
Pain; warping my poor Brain
Not that it wasn’t warped before.
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Midday clouds,
As I turned away from the window, I fell…
My right leg suddenly shook; I had a tumble,
My right knee wound started bleeding…
The door chime started ringing…
I shouted as loud as I could, “Come in”!
The postman did, & began my rescuing…
So, no need for the panic-button pressing!
Thus avoided any hospitalisationing!
I foolishy my luck was improving!
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Caer Prem made the late call; he is now part of my chosen elite band of the Carers. Ejaz, Mirza, now Prem.
I explained why I had no time to get my feet and lower legs done, and why I couldn’t have an assisted shower again (it must be eight weeks since). He said he would do it tomorrow night, but the lad would never have the time on a late call, and he got the bowl and washed my feet for me. He had to rush off after that for his last call of the day. Still found time to do safety checks and warn me about the oven being on, as with the days’ keruffe, I was late eating. I know I took a snap of the food tray… certain, positive! But it disappeared from the SD card. Yet I found one on it that of didn’t remember taking. What was the new classification given to me last week?
Alzheimer’s with LBD & Vascular Dementia? Yes!
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Friday 9th October 2026
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Unfortunately, I didn’t. I did learn how to cope with more pain than I’ve ever had from the Catheter Contraption. Mostly teeth-gritting, accompanied by the use of some innovational, demiurgic, quirky, bizarre language, combined with a pathetic adoption of singularly bizarre self-pity.
It worked to a degree for the first blockage, but the second one beat me hands down. On self-lambasting, I did not skimp – But I did feel a right whimp!
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0615hrs: I woke with a fair bit of pain coming from the bladder area of my stomach. Flowback pains! I grabbed the torch to check the nocturnal pouch on the floor near the bed. No night bag has ever had less urine than this one. Later, I identified the contents as 90ml!
The pains were slowly getting worse, especially when I mountaineered from the bed and tried to do the balance routine. I was dizzy the moment I stood up. I retrieved the pouch and wanted to ring the District Nurses straight away, but lost concentration because I needed the Porcelain Throne. As I hobbled carefully through the doorway to the toilet, I knocked a pair of washed trousers off a coat hanger and bent down to pick them up.
A big mistake that! Instead of picking them up, I joined them on the floor! Unbelievable! (well, not to me), Best I recall, the urine flowed from the penile fungal lesions; I hit my head against the door frame, trying to get into as painless a position as possible, to crawl to the recliner and try to get up on my feet again. It might have been morning, but it felt like was nightmare. The pain I put myself through getting onto my knees, and I fought through the pain and got myself onto the recliner. The knee wound was knocked in the battle; blood poured. I stayed there a few minutes, in such discomfort, and waited for the pain to ease. Which they did.
Why did I not just press the alarm-alert button on my wristlet? I’ll tell you the truth… Fear! The thought of going to hospital yet again! Which was enough to make me fight on. Thinking it is likely that I’ll still end up there to get the Catheter sorted… that place is like a torture chamber nowadays with cruel, fed-up, uncaring guards, formerly known as nurses, especially in the Urology Wards. Each of the five visits I’ve been forced to make has a constant sound of wailing, sobbing, screaming, pain-ridden patients ringing around. I could hear them while I was in the corridors waiting to be seen. Finally, I started to clean up the messes I’d made and changed plans again: get 
back to the WC sharply. During the battle to get the product moving, urine squirted out of the mini-holes in the fungal lesions. Had to put on a second pair of protection pants. I’d only just put the others on. Should I snuff it with a stroke or whatever, I wouldn’t complain. My EQ belatedly said worse was coming. Depressed? In Pain? Me?
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Carer Edward arrived as I was painfully finishing of the mess cleaning. After he gave me the medications, I asked him to ring the District Nurses. Thankfully, they would send someone to look at things. I took a morphine (Oxycodone) painkiller and a Codeine. The pain was slowly turning into agony now. After Edward merrily departed, I had to keep busy, concentrate on whatever I was doing to try to take my mind off of the excruciating pain. Something active, not computer work.
I took two snaps from the kitchen window.
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Middle field & Tree Copse
Houses opposite
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Tidied and hoovered the hallway.
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Then made up some spring and Soda water bottles.
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The nurse arrived. Rebecca, I think. A lot of things went through my head… which, normally, I just can’t keep in my head nowadays. As I recall:
1) I hoped that Becky could get the tube back in…
2) I prayed that I would not have to go to the hospital. I’d sooner go to prison.
3) I pondered whether the computer man might arrive… Silly me! Hahaha!
4) The Alzheimer’s voluntary supporter may come.
5) The Social lady, Sahra, would?
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The nurse soon had me on the bed. (Ah, memories) And put the painkiller in, then removed the tube. I think she said she would order the Catheter contraption supplies needed, then let me know the correct place to contact, email & telephone number. The new pouch filled very quickly. She emptied it and recorded the amount and colour for me. 💗
Then the big issue: getting the new tube in! She told me to take a deep breath, as she got the tube on her first effort. The pain sidipatung is a wonderful experience! I became a little like the old me, the comedian, the happy old chap. It was just great!
I was full of the joys of spring-like.
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Ejaz arrived for a long call; they’d moved it from Saturday to Friday. The lad earned his dosh today, as always. Bless him. He took the laundry down first, then we talked about the appointments we needed to make. He made me a brew of Glengettie; he always remembers how I like it, too. Then he rang the audio Clinic, to book an appointment to have both of them mended/sorted.
Confirmed by text for 12:00hrs on Tuesday 29th October. It took him ages, and he left a little late.
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I was still unaware of the time and was working on this blog. And felt the warm urine as it dripped onto my sock and slipper. The connector on the Catheter had fallen out! What a mess! I couldn’t get my socks off, and the late Carer didn’t remove them. The intercom doesn’t work every time. I had to use the pickeripper, to get a carrier bag over my left foot.
How much more can I take?
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I searched through the Carer’s medications on their desk and took another Oxycodone. Now I’m in a pickle!
Another night without any sleep, second time this week!
I dare not, for fear of the Catheter falling out again.
The bag has just stopped collecting urine, again. The flowback pain is mounting.
Now 0250hrs. What can I do?
It looks like the hospital…
ARRGH!
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I’ll press on until I’m forced to get a taxi to hospital A&E.
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Ah, I’m getting a few drops of almost red urine dripping into the pouch occasionally. The pain is lessened a bit.
What’s going on? Did the connector dropping off cause this? Ah, I forgot to tell you about the toe-clipping gal; she came and cut them. Paid the £35. What a terrible day, and then a horrible sleepless night.
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I still can’t get any sleep, for fear of missing the morning’s food delivery and the extra water to drink. And of course, the intercom isn’t working again. All part of the mysteries of Woodthorpe Court. With its spectres, gnomai, phantasms, ghosts, the grotesque succubae, extraterrestrials, ectoplasms, and spirits. The damned seizures, or the Fata Morganas that have been sent to taunt, irritate and terminate my already limited sanity. My faith, sanity, and logic were already waning. Worst of all, this damned non-working Catheter contraption. No sleep for two nights this week.
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I met a chap today; he visited the flat, you see,
He had, or was a BCA, MRA, LLM & LLB,
Plus a Law Master’s Degree,
Why did he come to see me?
Importantly, who was he?
Take a guess; it’s all for free!
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There is a chance, cause the bladder is now hurting me, I’ll be on a journey to the QMC,
To go through utter agony…
At the A&E, or urology,
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That’s it from me!
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Behold, a rare snap of Inchie, smiling.
Revealing his rotting and rotted teeth. A little like humankind’s future, really?
Politicians, Oligarchs, greed, wars, deceit, along with the final end bringing a banal, unbelievable venture. AI; As Private Fraser said, “We’re All Doomed!” Hehehe!
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0640hrs: Nice to wake up with so few ailments getting at me. I rose up on my feet, tattered a moment and did the balance routine. I felt semi-perky. No urge to use the 
toilet; strange for me. I hobbled off into the kitchenette and took this poor snap of the view on offer from the window. Then, I planned and prepped the afternoon nibble. A pot of noodles.
I mused over whether I should add anything to the pot. I decided I would.
The kettle boiled, and I made the worst mug of tea I have ever made in my life.
I opted for soy sauce, and I cut up some mushrooms to go in the slow-cooker, and in came the Carer. Medications, heat gel on the shoulders and back. Quick body 
check carried out. He departed. I got back to slicing the mushrooms. I can add these to the noodles. Put a put of seasoning next to the pot, so I didn’t forget.
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02:40hrs: THURSDAY 8th: I started typing this. I had a pot noodle and some bread (Forgot the mushroom in the pan). Went to wash the pots at 13:30 hrs; suddenly, I felt terrible. Hard to say what happened, but it felt like my body was begging my brain for sleep, but was refused permission. I hadn’t passed anything from the rear end, or even felt like it was needed; dizzy, stomach visibly bloated, Prem mentioned this when he called. Floaters in the eye; went potty. Stopped everything and sat down, convinced I was going to fall asleep instantly. 1600hrs: Carer Andrew arrived. I was still in the chair, trying and failing to sleep.
I think he gave me the medications; I stayed in the chair, scared to try & get up when he arrived. Asked him to get me some fresh bottled water; I had no idea what medicines I was given or what else happened at this stage. I did not leave the seat.
20:00hrs: Carer Prem arrived. Still no sleep.
We found 6 empty crisp packets in the bin, and I had acidic reflux and was certain I must have had several seizures as I tried to sleep. Prem asked if he should ring for an ambulance (I think). After a few minutes, Prem got me another bottle of spring water from the fridge. Codeine and paracetamol were given. Then, although he was on a short visit, he helped me try to get up, which initially had me all over and off balance. It settled a little later, though I didn’t spend much time; I was passing a lot of wind. I got two sticks and tried walking about, but I didn’t feel very confident. For some reason, the right knee bruise was so painful, and I got cramps all over various parts at the same time. The right leg was shaking. Carer Prem helped me back into the chair, changed the night pouch, and checked the body as best he could. TV on, but it did not work; no sleep as such
01:30hrs: I finally got some sleep. But every time I dropped off, I had a nightmare. Bad ones every time. So many of them… well, it seemed. A Carer was in the last one; we were in school together, frustrations all the way, as other things from the past came into it… I think. At the end of the school dream, I burst awake and gave up and gingerly got up. My balance was still dodgy. No call to the Porcelain Throne yet, and I had three close calls that nearly caused a tumble.
So, I got on the computer to do this much-delayed catching up on this blog.
I feel out-of-it, but I reckon it’s a bit better than earlier. I just typed this, and a sharp, long-lasting stomach ache developed. Nervous about trying to walk again, I pressed on with this blog from the comparative safety of the computer chair. Still wanting sleep, but not brave enough to try again yet. Those dreams were horrendous.
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After recording the above, I checked the camera SD card to see if I’d got any unused snaps. My recollections must have missed many things. Seeing three snaps 2 that I could not recall brought back a memory & guess.
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Think this might have
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This might be the cause of my
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Carer Prems artwork,
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Then, starting to feel a little better, I decided to take Thursday’s health checks to see how they were in relation to my stomach and loss of balance, & poorlyness.
Surprisingly close to Wednesday’s readings for SYS & DIA. The temp and bloods were low. I was expected the reverse pattern: with bloods and temp to be higher.
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Inchie Today: Tuesday 6th October 2026
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Not to mention his newly diagnosed
Alzheimer’s, with Lewy Body, and
Vascular Dementia.
I forgot, but I meant to.
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TUESDAY 6th OCTOBER 2026
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WAKING UP – WORRA SHOCK!
06:05hrs: I could still taste the acidic flavourings of having had a Seizure. Not until I moved; then the pains revealed themselves. The knee scratch was hurting, the lower back, and the right ingrown toenail was giving me a fair bit of agony as I gingerly stood up.
Then fell down against the recliner and knocked ¾s of the stuff off of the ottoman. Then, as I got up, I noticed many other items, seemingly knocked in the direction of the bed. This made me think a nocturnal seizure must have happened earlier in the night. I started to lose things then. I mean, my grip on the situation. I honestly cannot recall what happened then, but when I floated back into semi-reality, I was mopping the kitchen floor! Using the 
old-fashioned mop and bucket! of don’t recall fetching the mop or bucket, or filling and starting to use it. About half of the floor was already done.
I finished it, and most of the pain from the tumble evaporated. Apart from the leg wound and ingrown toenail hurting, I was as good as I’ve felt for ages. But I was not ready to use logic. I cleaned the mop & bucket, and got onto the Porcelain Throne. All this I can remember clearly. Particularly the evacuation. It took me ages to get it moving again this morning, and I had three mini-evacuations that needed painful urging of each torpedo. I bloody time cleaning up; that urged me to wash and apply the Germoloid cream.
Then, I got into a session of body washing and medicating where I could reach, shaving, doing the teeth, and medicating. The battle to get the protection pants was… well… horrendously stupid and painful.
Got the dressing gown on, and returned to the front room; I say that, but I’ve not got a back room. (Note the humour in this paragraph & blog?) That is because of how the Social Ladies visit went so well! 👍🏻
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Carer arrived as I was taking some snaps of the view from the kitchen window. I finished taking them and was pleased with the results compared to how they looked
to the naked eye.
He was speaking to me from the other room, but I could not make out what he was saying. But guessed he was asking me what painkillers I needed. I went to the room I hadn’t been in for an hour or so and found he was asking that. I told him, and surprised him, that I didn’t need any, thank you. But got a surprise myself when I saw the things on the floor that I’d apparently knocked in my seizure and tumble.
He used the picker-upperer to collect them and put them back in the box. Then I asked him to put some non-medical heat salve on my back & shoulders, which he did. He made a decent job of it today. But did not do barrier cream or body checks, as Ejaz & Mirza do. Not that I’ve seen Mirza for weeks. I love those lads.
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Limbs Transmogrificationalisation?
I think that my right leg is morphing into an alien’s or an ostrich’s leg!
The top half is going all chicken-leg-like.
The bottom half is gathering warts, bruises, red patches, spots. Pimples, a wart, a boil, and gone all misshapen. Both feet have shrunken, going brown, & vein-displaying. I can get into my soft slippers by myself right now! 
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Carer Ejaz, always welcome and pleased to see him, arrived. And set about issuing the medications; then he took the washing down to the laundrette.
Returning shortly, he spoke of the Social lady arriving in a few minutes, and the landline burst into life.
It was that lady, saying she was on her way, but would be a little later than she had arranged. No bother; I was looking forward to seeing her and hearing of her plans.
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COMMETH THE SOCIAL LADY (Laura?)
Most of what was discussed in the nearly two-hour meeting has now gone into the ether. A pleasant, supportive discussion went well until I had a seizure. Memories before this incident are sparse. Almost like I’d had a sort of mind-wipe.
As soon as she departed, I asked Ejaz what was said that was important and that I needed to remember.
I made a point of thanking her; it’slovely when someone tries to help me; at this moment, my spirits rose wonderfully. Great!
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Ejaz related that: I was asked if I would like an independent association to take over my finances for a small monthly charge. He didn’t say if I agreed,
Wonder if I did? Surely not? The lady would contact the Carers for me and ask if I could have Carers Ejaz, Mirza and Prem as my regular Carers. I do hope so. Apparently, I explained why I wanted them. Obviously, because they are so good, and the others are not. I explained that things aren’t getting done, and I know why: I have to go on all the medical calls; then they claw back their pay ratio by missing others off the roster. Seems natural to me.
Plenty of other subjects discussed that neither of us could remember. But Ejaz was in a hurry. He fetched the laundry back up, and as he was leaving, he saw me pick up the bag to hang up the clothes. He stopped me from bending and said to ask the next Carer to do it. Which I did. Caring chap!
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Returning to this blog for an hour or so, and a Carer arrived. He was miraculously willing and did not go on his phone as much. Wonder if he heard about the meeting?
He even took a snap of me in my tork. Being a comedian, I posed for it. Hahaha!
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YeeHaa! Carer Mirza came on the last call! 
The Intercom was not working again! The lad rang three times, but I could not admit him. So, I went to the ground floor and into the lobby… but Mirza was not there. He must have rung NCC control to be let in. As I was going down, he was coming up. I got back up, and he was in the flat. Worra life!
But I didn’t mind; I was overjoyed to see him. It’s been three or four weeks since he called. I just hope that my beloved Social Lady can convince the Carer Company to send the three good ones to see me and increase the hours. Fingers Crossed on that! 🤞🏻 And remove the frustrations of not getting things done. Mizra didn’t have a lot of time with him, not getting in when he rang. I blame it; it never worked properly since it was installed. And I don’t blame the NCC. They have been good to me.
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I got the meal prepared to go in the oven. He asked if I needed help with prepping the meal. He always asks. Gawd, I’ve missed him. Sometimes I struggle to open cans, can’t read instructions on the packets or tins. He does not put the nocturnal bag on unless I’ve had my meal earlier, for fear of me getting entangled in it and tripping or falling. I know I’ve just said it, but I pray the three lads can cater for me. Else I’ll lose them altogether if I’m moved to another care company. Bade him farewell.
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Went to check on the meal and added some carrots I’d forgotten to put in the dish earlier.
Took a snap of the evening view; not a good one, but I’m not bothered, with today’s prospective good news.
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None of the other expected callers arrived. Shame!
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I’ll get the food now… I’ll be back in the morning.
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What a cracking sunset snap!
Found it in the camera; hope it
is not from a previous day?
I can’t remember taking it.
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Finished off this blog, but not until well past 10:30hrs on Wednesday morning. So, I’m unfortunately more than a little behind with things again.
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Inchie Today: Monday 5th October 2026
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MONDAY 5th OCTOBER 2026
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I woke after a night of ever-waking, with different pains each time. Duodenal Donald was responsible for a few of them. Toothache Tiffany, Colin Cramps, Sciatica Cyril and the leg wound, as I recalled. But I still thought it was far too early to get up. It seemed so dark through the tattie, thin curtains.
I felt a little flowback from the bladder, enough to make me get the torch to see if the urine was flowing into the nocturnal pouch on the floor. There was precious little in the bag. So I got up to investigate and 
checked the time on the clock: 07:10hrs. Blimey, the Carer could arrive anytime now. I checked the night bag; no leaks. I reminded myself to ask a Carer that the laundry needed doing. And felt the possible need to visit the wet room, so off to the Porcelain Throne I trudged. It took yonks to get things moving, and ages to get it all out. Rock-solid torpedo-like. Relief!.
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Had a rinse and off to the kitchen to get the kettle on. Nipped and got the dirty food things and washed them in the sink. Carer conman Andrew came in as I was filling the slow cooker. He seemed in a good mood and even asked me how I was before asking which
painkillers I needed this morning. Amazingly, bar the ulcer, things had calmed down, so I just took one Shortec, oxycodone hydrochloride painkiller. I asked him to apply a heat pad to the right side of my back.
(The heat pad fell off minutes after he left).
Andrew applied non-medicated heat cream to my shoulders. Then applied some Germolene to the back of my neck. Then the Carer emptied the pouch.
The camera that I dropped yesterday was not showing snaps up very clearly in the window thingy. I dug out a cleaning cloth for delicates. I’ll see later. Andrew came out from his morning dump in the wet room and left. No chain pulled, light left on.
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The Health Check returns, as you can see above, produced the lowest ever sys, at 97. Ooo’er!
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Vampire Nurse Arrived
It bled a bit afterwards, but no pain whatsoever.
I started updating my blog late. It is hard work.
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I checked on the spuds in the crockpot; they were nowhere near cooked. I went to put some more water in the pot, only to find that the water supply was non-existent. Just 
as well, as I later found out when Ejaz called, that I had got new appointments for tomorrow. Three of them!
I only checked yesterday and saw and thought… Aha! A day free of medical an
d legal appointments; my smug mode did not last.
Next week, there is only (as far as I know) one appointment. But it filled me with dread, and my confidence that it would happen was minimal. They have now made their seventh promise to send an engineer to assess the unreadable power meter.
7th time lucky, I hope. We’ll see. The Social lady is coming today or tomorrow, and hopefully Alan. (computer). Ejaz arranged it all for me. He cares. A grand lad. Ejaz; we spoke of things like his (and Mizra’s) not calling often enough to help with showering, checking emails, letters, doing the laundry, nowadays. When they did 70% of the calls, it was honky-dory. Not easy, but I’ve never been so far behind. This is frustrating. I’m going to email ICC to ask if they can send these two lads and Prem regularly. My life is so hard when another Carer calls. I’ve got to remember what needs doing.
A couple seem to avoid cleaning and laundry and are a bit pushy. The better lads always do the safety checks.
I’ll draft the email and ask Jenny if she can find time to review it and add any helpful comments. But she is so busy this week; she might leave it for a while.
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I found that the water is off. I think the notices saying the water was going off between 11:00 > 16:00hrs were for the wrong block of flats. Winwood, not Woodthorpe.
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The afternoon Health Checks improved on the morning’s.
The blood levels were better too. Come to think of it, the finger tests were.
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Made a pot of noodles. Carer arrived, and no painkillers were needed this time. (Nice!)
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The pot was cold by the time the lad left, but I’d lost my appetite, so I didn’t make myself another. Haha!
Very annoyed, I tried the computer, but it played up and left me baffled again. I gave up after two hours, turned it all off, and it took me five tries to reload it. With dread, it did come on. Apart from the mystery bleeping sounds coming from the hard drive and a couple of unidentifiable warnings popping up, it seemed to settle, so now I’m back to catching up. Grrr!
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I have to rush (Tuesday 10:00am), or I’ll never finish Tuesday’s note before the visitors arrive.
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Right leg
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Apart from the tastelwaa potatoes, the faux crab sticks,
putting the wrong sauce on, the rock-hard beetroot, forgetting to add tomatoes;
The cheese and pickled onions were nice,
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Late sunset snaps
Nice, though…
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Made a ,mess of this one later.
Tried again, then gave up.
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