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A fair young maiden granted a date with Inchie,
‘Yes’, she said. Inchy thought in ambiguity,
A leg-pull? A tease? Inchie felt uneasy,
She spoke posh, not Nottinghamese,
Her legs, bum & breasts, I like these…
Surely this date would be paradise?
If I get more than a cuddle, that’d be nice,
She didn’t turn up, but sent her niece,
Big, solid gal, my type, her name was Bernice,
Long brown hair, strong and solidly heavy,
Within minutes, I knew she was my cup of tea,
No fears of riding pillion, at the back of me,
She grabbed for support, all over my body,
Her grip and wandering hands, happily…
Covered more than my midriff and knee!
She giggled and groped me incessantly,
We stopped at a roadside mobile noshery,
I went to get her a beeburger and a mug of tea,
We chatted, and she said she was a nursing auxiliary,
Gave me a kiss, said she’s off for a pee…
Patting Little Inchy, she shot off to the lavatory,
She didn’t return, never saw her again, sadly,
I searched but couldn’t find her, a worry,
Little Inchy was no longer acting accretionally,
When I went to pay for our burgers and tea,
Thinking back to her groping on the back of the Suzuki,
I realised she’d nicked my wallet & money!
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05:10hrs: I woke and tried to get back to sleep. But it was no good, so I decided to get the ablutions done early before a Carer arrives.
Getting down to release the nocturnal catheter pouch was as painful as it has ever been. Three reasons for that: 1. The catheter tube is cruelly pulling on Little Inchy. 2. Bending brought on Dizzy Denis & Balance-Loss-Belinda. 3. The swollen Cartilage Chloe and Arthur Itis joined forces; they were so painful and bloated on the left knee. I got the bag freed, but am concerned about the loose release valve on the day pouch. I dribbled yesterday, when I assume I caught 
the longer lever, which has a 50% wobble. Checked the kitchen for safety, and went off to the Porcelain Throne evacuation. Trotsky Terence was in charge again. This time, dark brown, gooey and messy. The cleaning-up time was longer than the evacuation time, yet again.
I washed my dandies, emptied the urine pouch, and went into the kitchen to bag things. Taking this scene of the morning view. Not as pretty as yesterday’s. No pink in it at all.
Back to the wet room. Carried out the Ablutions and Medicating. The only real problems were Cartilage Chloe threatening to give way, and poor Little Inchy’s Fungal Lesion bleeding… or rather, applying the ointment to stop the bleeding.
I’ve had much worse sessions overall, though.
Back in the kitchen, I put the waste bin bag into the big bag. Taking another shot of the same view from the kitchenette window.
In the balcony room, I changed the calendar clock and inserted the hearing aids into my earholes. And I realised I’dn’t altered the month; it was still July showing. I’d have thought someone would have noticed it. I got in a pickle last month with using the dates from this clock. Hehehe! I asked Ejaz to keep an eye on it.
I popped out on the balcony, nearly taking a tumble as Cartilage Chloe went on me. To take a snap or two.
The first one taken straight ahead, zoomed on the dwellings, drug dealers and growers, muggers, pickpockets and unemployed, immigrants, scroungers, drug gangs, freed burglars, murderers & child molesters on parole. But I’d sooner live here than anywhere near the biggest crook, liar, and unprincipled, corrupt, immoral, unscrupulous, dishonest, evil-intentioned, dishonourable, splenetic, nefarious, fiendish, detestable, deceitful, insincere, criminal, unethical, miscreant, and merciless, debased, ruthless, heartless, sepulchral, gut-churning, sick-making, murderer-freeing ex-barrister, Labour party principles destroying, apostate, reprobate, Herr ‘backhander-taking, disabled voters bankrupting, pensioner and farmer killing,’ Starmer.
I just thought I’d like to mention my views.
The 2nd snap of Citrus Walk’s end car parking area. And the parking on the chevrons by the little red car. Haha!
I started blogging and was doing reasonably well for an hour or so.
Carer Ejaz arrived. He issued the medications. Then got the diabetic socks fitted for me. During which I felt a sharp pain in the 
area of the right leg. This was followed by several small electric shocks shooting up the leg. I asked him to pull the sock down to have a look. He said some liquid is leaking through the skin. Ejaz applied barrier cream to it. We noticed after, and a small piece of skin was on the carpet, just an inch or so.
I asked him to put some Phorpain Gel in the cartilages. This seemed to ease them a smidge, but they still kept threatening to fail on me.
The left cartilage was still swollen. And the unmistakable pain from Arthur Itis joined in.
Little monkeys!
A few more hours on the blog, but now I’m making the daftest of errors, costing me ages to spot and put right. Well, I think I got most of them.
A District Nurse came in, made me jump as well, as there was no door chime pressed. I think the gal was in a hurry. It was the same lady as last time.
She checked my rear end and reported it was much less red and on the mend. 🤎 She took a look at the leaking Lymphorrhea leg and deemed it a scratch from Ejaz putting the socks on, which should be no bother, but she took a photo of it. Bless her.
I took a snap from the kitchen of the windows. I forecast that it will be raining soon. Arthur Itis coming on is a sign of that. Back to the front room, and took another snap from 
the computer desk… well, the 1963-built, falling to pieces, tatty, scuffed, Hopewell’s E-Plan Sideboard, with the doors falling off, to be more precise. Haha!
Ten minutes later, the howling winds and rain started. They are still here two hours later. I went onto the balcony later to take some photos.
The wheelchair was soaked, as were the four and three-wheeled walkers! The gaps between the windows were how the rain got in. Again, it was coming from the East. The rain, I mean. 
The wind seemed to be churning in from all directions. Howling again. The rain is now worse than ever, and the wind seems to have died down a smidge. At least it’s not so noisy.
Huh, minutes later, the wind was back. Blowing the trees and branches around as if they were made of paper.
It’s the wildlife I feel sorry for.
Ejaz just returned for a quick check-in call. He took a photo on his mobile, they have a great camera, of birds battling to keep their young from being blown out of the nest. I imagine many would have been at the height of the storm. Poor things.
The wind seems easier now, but the rain is filling the balcony up, and I can’t lift the broadwalks.
I went to the kitchen to sort out what meal to have. And the rain had stopped. So I went into the other room, grabbed Kodak Tim 2, and returned to take 
a snap of the sunshine. But no. The rain had started again. So I took shots of the rain from inside. One from the left window, and the second one fr
om the right window.
I got some potatoes into the oven, and the rain had stopped again, along with the wind. Methinks maybe we might get a rainbow shortly. I put the photos onto the computer, and nipped back to check the potatoes.
Carer Ejaz did the medical call. Waking me up to go to the intercom to admit him. I asked him to take off the diabetic socks during this call instead of the last. Which he did. I keep falling asleep and getting woke up to let Ejaz in. Hehehe!
Meal of the day
I went to get the pots washed and took this snap of the sunset. 
I fell blissfully asleep again.
Woken again to go to the intercom to admit Ejaz for his final call of the day. No need to remove the socks, of course, just has some Peptac. Ejaz checked the safety of the kitchen & wet room, and was off within 4 minutes. It was lovely for me not to delay him for once. Still tired out, I got down in the c1968, tatty, scruffy, unkempt, uncomfortable, virus, microorganism, bug, bacterium, bacillus, germ, parasite producing, eyesore-horrendously grungy, disease-fermenting second-hand, beige-coloured, £300, charity shop bought, crumb-retaining, moth-eaten, non-working, itch-encouraging, incommodious, Haemorrhoid Harold testing, catheter tube yanking, recliner.
But this time, Sweet Morpheus did not arrive. It was fitful dozing off and jumping awake for hours. I gave up and got up at 03:30hrs.
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04:30hrs: The flow-back pains from the dodgy catheter day contraption were stinging away when I woke up. The nocturnal pouch was barely damp; there was so little urine in it! The first thing was to dismount the hospital bed and investigate. 
tackled. With a 
visit to kick off, then investigate what the dodgy state that the
was in. 
Well, a mega-change from this morning’s evacuation, I must say.
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I left off doing poor Little Inchy’s Fungal lesion treatment. Until I’d sorted
Then, I did the other regulars; Ears oiled, eye drops in, Phorpain gelled 
Arthur Itis’s knees, then 
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You can see the swelling on the left knee. This is partly due to Arthur Itis, and Cartilage Carol, with Cartilage Chleo in support, who have mangled the knee areas of both legs. The darned Little monkeys!
I finished in the wet room and took a snap through the open window of the stunning light blue and pink sky. Nice!
I hobbled into the front room, collected the bins from the wet room & kitchen, and then got everything sorted.
Carer Ejaz arrived in a good mood. He did a good jon helping me this morning. I felt a smidge guilty in keeping him longer than he should have, and was nervous of missing the bus when he shot off. He’s to make the last call; I hope he catches the bus in time.
I revisited the Porcelain Throne. It was a short visit. Nothing happened.
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dawned.
Anne Gyna visited as I started to imbibe the meal.
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regions, but needed the use of the Porcelain Throne.
which I cannot recall all the Whoopsiedangleplops I had. 
The intercom chirped up again. It was the chap with the Iceland order to deliver. He was soon up at the flat.
He put the things into the kitchenette for me in no time. Thanked him.
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Just one bag of the Harry-Ramsdens frozen chips that had to go in the freezer, and I had to do some jiggling with the goods in there to make room for the tiger rolls.
the other nurses’ & Carers’ nibble selection on the carers’ table.
Earlier, I got the calendar clock updated. I missed the photo off, 
I also forgot these, taken from the balcony.
The intercom chimed again.
Despite how I was feeling, I still enjoyed this delightfully tasty meal.
I was working on CorelDRAW and felt a dampness on the Catheter leg. I investigate. 
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Morning urine, Ezaz classed as a number 6. Why the heck I put it on the graph as a 4, remains a mystery to me. I need to update the NHS graph, and I’m confident I’ll remember to. Tsk!
Porcelain Throne. Which, as it turns out, I needed suddenly on my way into the room. 
top! As my bum hit the plastic seat, there was what sounded like a splat, which took maybe 5 seconds to clear my bowels… but leaving a distinct feeling that a follow-up evacuation was already brewing! There was a mass of wind during the first evacuation. The minute spent on the Throne was dwarfed by the time it took me to clean up afterwards. 
picker-upperer from the floor of the wet room and then got on with cleaning my teeth. 
evacuation started of its own accord. Talk about lucky, I was. This session was perhaps all over quicker than the first one! That was because it was almost liquid. Making as much mess, though, for me to clean up. Now, 
dawned. I find it embarrassing to say, but I went into an unstoppable, fed-up, mammoth-sized sulk. How do these things happen to me every day?
I felt first, and got Kodak Tim 2, and took a snap. It didn’t turn out too well, but I wasn’t aware of that at the time. I cheered up a little. I returned to the wet room and got on with the cleaning again, almost contentedly.
areas, aftershace on shaving cuts, it’d been that long they all dried solid. Nasal spray was applied to the legs and ankles, using the picker-upperer and kitchen towels. Toothache tincture was used, and I 
Then I remembered to change the calendar clock. And booted the computer.
For an unknown reason, desperation and frustration, possibly?
A letter arrived. We are to have safety checks done on the flats. The workers will be abseiling up and down the outside for four days, checking the integrity of the building. They asked us not to open any windows fully. It’s good that the NCC looks after our safety.
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A day of Accifauxpas, Whoppsiedangleplops, errors, typographical cock-ups, failing cartilages causing a tumble, computer problems, computer cock-ups, medical cancellations, various Catheter Contraption pains, depressions, frustrations, confusion, Gladys Glaucoma vision problems, Anne Gyna stabbings, Tiffany Toothache, and Earache Erasmus. 
06:30hrs: Removed the catheter night pouch from the day contraption.
I went onto the balcony and noticed the usual carefree parking and the mudslide in the end car park. It wasn’t raining at 
the time. 
. I’ve not had any of these for a while, so long that I thought they had had their run. Sandra’s Seizures last longer, sometimes much longer. But this time, I felt it coming on as I shut down the Kodak Tim 2 camera. I stood gazing out the window, trying to focus on the view in hopes of avoiding distractions; an experiment of sorts —and I remained standing, checking my watch as I did so. 
with both hands
, or the times when you just can’t use a tin-opener or knife safely if at all, fit a key into a lock, or even get a plug into the computer or the kitchen sink
I officially HEX the liar from today!
Here comes the food, from Asda,
Sticky & Smokey BBQ baby potatoes,
I meant to order these beer-battered chips,
I can’t recall wanting these on the left…
Half & half, vegan and beef & veg pasties,
Cheesey cobs, from Asda’s bakery,
On Special Offer – LU cookie,
Cleaned and reloaded my nibble jars.
I had two no-butter buttered cobs, cheesie,
I was doing well on Thursday, with updating this blog, albeit late in the day.
I tried to snap it before emptying it. The photo I took did not show the balloon bulge well enough.
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Oh, dear, I’m wearing black diabetic socks & slippers.
Took a shot of the end car park, no mudslide.
Returned to the computer and noticed it had been raining. A mudslide had started in the end car park.
No rain, but the earlier bit we had was clinging to the glass of the window.
Opened the window to take this one.
I’ve got some peas, onions, and sweetcorn in the slow cooker, ready for later.
Made a brew of Glengettie. Then cut up some potatoes to bake to add to the meal. 
Blue skies and grey clouds.
The front car park on Citrus Walk.
a recorded Heartbeat episode.
I’d got through about half of what was in the dish, and just as I remembered, I had not put the potatoes in from the oven, I got the smell of burning up my nose.
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I caught my hand on the oven tray while taking it out.
I rewound the Heartbeat episode to catch up on what I’d missed, and started eating. I’d made too many potatoes and had virtually started eating another meal. I couldn’t manage it all, but ate all of the potatoes. For some reason… 
, visited, and this was unexpected but great!
! I dropped the dish into the water in the washing-up bowl, and a few drops splashed out onto the floor.
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was with me for the entire morning. Of course, I could hardly believe it. Deep inside my demented mind, there were sensations of an upcoming disaster, no less! My mind was right!
Following the glee of 4½hrs worth of Sod ’em all attitude
Really bad! I felt awful and frustrated. I’m getting this tale out of the way on Wednesday, midday. Just beginning to update this blog. At long last. Yesterday, Darius was so deep-rooted for most of the day. He’s stayed with me. Although nothing has changed, my fiddling nervously with things that scare me, and an uncertainty of getting any help, ensure that DDDDDD is present, but not so severely compared to Tuesday, yet. I’ll explain and get back to a semi-chronological Inchy Today.
THE DAY OF MISERY
Spot on lighter coloured urine,
Legs looking better all around, and the Cartilages were not collapsing at all! Super
The rain fell, but only for a few minutes.
Made a different view or two.
Tried to get the widest shot I could manage.
Can’t be helped.
Then…
I tried a closer shot.
Reserved for the meal later on.,
Ditto.
Ditto.
Ditto.
Crinkies for the Carers & Nurses.
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My walks through the tree copse, daily,
almost empty. As yesterday, once I got up and started moving about, I could feel the flow back in the bladder, and it was painful. Within a couple of minutes of taking off the night bag, the day bag began to flood. The colour was a number six grade on the NHS score chart.
Then higher.
Nice and comfortable fit, Ejaz did. The rear end wasn’t, though; that was stinging something awful. Ejaz managed to clean and medicate the insertion area. He left some of the items on the £300 second-hand shop purchase, circa 1966. Moth-eaten, bedraggled, grotty, cringingly-beige-coloured, much dilapidated, crumb-containing from my nocturnal nibblings, bug-ridden, itch-inspiring, not working recliner. But no bother, he’s had to do the catheter twice, and was running late. 
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The Intercom Rang Again: It turned out to be a lovely District Nurse. She had come to check on both 
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To the kitchen to get something to eat.
In both knees, and
gave way, all but having me over. I thought that DDDDD coming on was due to my silly excitement at the visits of 
Once again, back on the computer.
Three snaps of the kitchen sky view.
On Ejaz’s last call, bless him, he showed that he was listening to what I said earlier. He cleaned, dried, and applied barrier cream to my rear end. He also did a body check, and I appreciated it. 
Lucky to catch this shot!
I nearlt forgot the snap of the small, but lovely meal. 
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End car park.
Balcony. 
Strange cloud formations
Guess who?
Carer Ejaz.
Waiting at the flats bus stop.
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Into the balcony to take some snaps
End car park above.
Tree Copse & Woodthorpe Park.
Snapped the calendar clock.
Changed the date. Tsk!
To the left.
Down to Citrus Walk parking.
Selection in the kitchen.
I put a mushroom in my slow cooker.
Not cheap chips – but good taste!
Washed, dried and refilled the two nibble jars.
Sunshine waning.
Down goes the sun.
Another double-take.
Those chips were lovely!
Patches were not checked either. They know about my memory problem and 