Inchy Today: Wednesday 16th April 2025

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Off to the wet-room to do my ablutions…
and my bodily, dedicated to medications,
Going in, my shoulder had a collision,
Banged my head, nearly had a concussion,
The Porcelain Throne, I dumped on,
Had a Trotsky Terence evacuation…
All over within what seemed an instant!
Standing, I saw blood, & liquid aurulent.
I checked my bottie and protection pants,
Blood on the lid… is that appurtenant?
Blood twixt the top between each buttock,
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I cleaned my teeth, and they bled,
Then got on and shaved,
Five cuts with my razor blade,
I should really stay bearded,
To myself, I blethered,
Then, with me being butterfingered,
Washing my delicate feet, barefooted,
My ingrowing toenail was stubbed,
The bottom was still well blooded,
Smearing barrier cream, I lathered,
Of course, I wasn’t really bothered!
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Started the medications, antibiotical,
The clock had stopped, its analogical,
Found another sticking out blood vessel,
Then I had something of a tumble…
To the floor, I slowly crumple,
Any more, and I’ll be biopsable!
This was not the end of my trouble,
My ailments are not inalimental,
Many ailments were responsible,
Anne Gyna, Cartilages or neurological,
None of which are nullifiable!
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On all fours, to the recliner, I had to go,
I got on my feet, muttering mumbo-jumbo,
Again, banging my poor camel toe!
Back to the wet room, slowly, adagio,
The rear end was still bleeding, though,
After getting up, the fungal lesion too,
I greeted Carer Ahmed, Buongiorno,
Ahmed said I’ve to let the nurse know,
About the blood that still did flow,
But it stopped later, so I thought, no…
I did feel a bit of a drongo!
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Ahmed medicated me, put on my diabetic socks,
Back to the wet room, I had aftershocks…
No blood is coming now from my buttocks,
Seizures, which for me is now orthodox,
Anne Gyna started, as usual for Inchcock,
Flood alarm sounded, off went the stopcock,
Left the tap running, causing more havoc,
My brain went into a maze, gridlock,
Hearing aids in, I heard the clock’s tick-tock,
Confusion is still running amok!
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Lamburgers & Potato slices.
Iced & Cream finger rolls!
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Laundry and sorting day today. Not me, most of it was done by Carer ‘Joe’. Did a grand job for me as well.
He was up and down with the laundry. And sorting it out in the main room, making space so there is theoretically less chance of taking any whoopsies. I helped with the finances, a problem with photograph storage, and emails. I also checked the dates on the food for me. Thanks, ‘Joe’.
So very light on detail today.
I’ve forgotten half what took place; I’m so busy.

Morning shots. Straight ahead
To the right
To the left.
But I might be wrong.

Off to the wet-room to do my ablutions…
And my body is dedicated to medications.
Details are at the top of the above Ode.
Believe it or not.
The session took me three hours to get done. Then Carer ‘Joe’ here for three hours, it didn’t leave me much time ot get owt done. Although I did get bits done. But not much on the notepad apart from the wet room visit of gloom.

19:20hrs: The rear end is still leaking the odd little bit of blood now, but it is less each time I check it than in previous investigations. A lot of bloodied tissues. I’ve got to laugh about it… now! Haha!

I did have time earlier to cut some water chestnuts into a jar to pickle them. I put them in the fridge next to the delicious Gung Po jar of sauce and the black bean sauce. 
I made up a tub to microwave the planned meal later, but I’m nowhere near getting it done yet. So it may be morning again before I get a nosh. But I think it will be a good one. Another can of the odd, nobbly, stumpy Bularian soft sausage and giant white beans. With Gung-Po already mixed in the microwave dish for later, and some water chestnuts added, either tomato sauce of beef gravy will be added, like the other day. It didn’t look terrific, but it was sooo tasty! 

I took this of the tree copse and pathway.
I think I did, I’ve no memory. I may have taken it another day. Cause I was having a series of mini-seizures that left me more confused than I had been for a few days.

When Carer Ahmed arrived, he thought I was in a seizure. I’d just come out of one. Well spotted, young man. He offered to take a look at my bleeding rear end. It was bleeding, but he wasn’t sure if it was inside or out. Had it been inside, it may have been or .
But a little discomfort when I sit down tells me I’ve chaffed the coccyx (tailbone), from falling in the tumbles or just sitting down so often. I kept cleaning the area and putting some barrier cream on each check throughout the day.

I was trying to get the Ode done. But four hours later, I did get it done. Little else. ‘Joe’ was patient with me, persisting. He knows how addicted I am.

I took this at about 20:15hrs.

I got the food out and added a can of beef stew. Stirred it all together, ready for when the Carer has called, and then I can cook it and dig in. I got three chunky, thick slices of bread from the freezer and thawed them out, ready for the feasting! Haha!

The tiredness and weariness came later than usual today. I’ll try to catch up in the morning, but there’ll not be much to do. Unless some exciting events take place unexpectedly, like: We have a fire, I have another heart attack and or stroke, I leave the taps running, have a tumble, world war three kicks off, or someone calls to adopt me as a grandad. 
I’ll not set any odds. Hehehe!
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Inchy Today: Tuesday 15th April 2025

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Inchie: You’re not listening to me!
Inchy: Well, I’m having a pee…
Rollocks, you can’t manually pee!
But I can empty the catheter manually!
Only if yer pouch ain’t fell below yer knee…
Then yer can’t reach it, only painfully!
If I’m you, and you say you’re me,
Why is yer always acting sarcastically?
Well, I stuck with you mentally;
No need for you to act temperamentally!
Sorry, it’s been another bad day, yer see
You don’t expect me to act amiably?
There must be some points on which we agree.
I’ve got Doreen Dementia in here with me!
And you, too, just as alarmingly!
She makes me act absentmindedly,
I’ve got her for life, intrinsically,
Playing with my mind’s psychoactivity,
She’s given me Peripheral Neuropathy!
Yes, she’s cruel, she inspires me…
Inspires you! With her psychoactivity?
She taught me jealousy & perversity!
And how to correctly use pomposity,
Then where did you get your piosity?,
The same place you got your absurdity.
Always had it; it comes naturally.
And your nastiness, and pugnacity?
I’ve had them since my birth in 2015 BC.
2015 BC? How come you ended up with me?
When your current brain dies, we float away,
To Grim Reaper Land ostensibly,
We get a new brain-lodgings for free,
Move in, if assessed okay? Then permanently,
Until they near death, which is you currently,
You’re really in antemortem, pre-autopsy.
Oh, then I’ll die owing money?
What’s yer biggest debt fundamentally?
£1,566 behind, and I need to pay my electricity fee.
How did you get £1,566? That’s a lot of money! 
Herr Starmer to blame mostly…
Ah, I understand, you’ve my sympathy.
No need to be gloomy or for any negativity,
You’ll likely die today while making your tea.
How is that supposed to cheer me?
You won’t have to pay for your electricity!
Oh, yeah. I can see clearly,
All part of life’s declivity!
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Catch-up from last night.
Vegetable stew with a sausage, some Gung-Po sauce added and extra gravy for the first time ever.
I had it in for a while and could not find a sell-by date, but it didn’t smell off. It tasted lovely. The Morrisons part-baked rolls were oven-cooked, and they tasted nice, well over-dunked in the liquid first. 
I could not read the contents of the Gun Po, but I tasted water chestnuts in it. When Carer ‘Joe’ called later, he confirmed no water chestnuts were in the ingredients. But whatever was in there, I liked it. I’ll try them again with the Bulgarian beans and sausage tinned meal.

I noted the strange mini-clouds that looked like gate tops above the yellow & in the grey.
They look like shark fins in this one.
Love to know how this happened.


A lousy night’s kipping again. Ever waking up.
I tried my best to stay asleep, but it was no good. So at 06:00hrs, I rose from the c1966, £300 charity shop-bought second-hand, wincingly grotty, beige coloured, not working, crumb-covered from the nocturnal nibblings, itch-making, uncomfortable, virus-breeding, easy-to-fall-out-of, recliner.
I removed the nocturnal catheter bag and mused over what needed to be done. Then, I decided to get the ablutions and medications done first, hoping to catch up on some sleep later.

I must have taken these two shots of the view from the kitchenette; they were on the SD.
Straight ahead
To the right, catching a bit of the balcony.

They didn’t go so well today.
Five cuts shaving. Dropped the olive oil bottle while sucking up some liquid. The Porcelain Visit took seconds, Trotsky Terence style, but it took ages to clean up afterwards. What a mess; I’ll not say where, but embarrassment ensued.

Carer Ahmed arrived. Socks, medications, and he found I’d left the hot tap running again! Argh!
Good job that I had an early clean-up & shave.

MARATHON SEIZURE
I WAS DOING SO WELL MEDICALLY AS WELL
I came out of it so confused. I’d done a little on the blog and made a mess of most of what I’d done.
I had to stop for a while to get my head together. Well, as together as it’s ever going to get. I fear I was out of things for several hours. I think I was; maybe I’d fallen asleep? I doubt it because I felt worn out after a while, which I hadn’t before the episode. I hope the Doctor rings soon. This one was not good.

Carer ‘Joe’ arrived. He had a mask on and a cough and sore throat—so did I. It was a short visit during which he assessed the contents of the Gung-Po sauce. I forgot to ask him for some Peptac.

A food order arrived that I worryingly can’t recall ordering at all.
Six bags.
Cake shop & cobs. Cakes for Carer ‘Joe’ in thanks.
More cakes for Jenny & Frank… and me!
And the ice cream cones. Slurp!
A few other bits.

Then I called to see if Jennie and Frank were at home and took some treats down for them. They tell me off, but they are so good to me. Bless them both.

NOW A SCARY MINI-SEIZURE
I was stood up when I went into it.
I felt myself going and sat down.
What felt like two minutes later,
I seemed to come round.
Crikey, was I in a state. Balance gone,
hazy-minded. Within minutes, I was
back to how I was earlier.
Mind-Bogglingly Confusing!

As I write this, about four hours later, the seizures have stopped completely. (Give them time.)

I’m going to make an early meal, see how I feel.
Lamb burgers, methinks! 
Then, I will see if I can catch up on some sleep again.
I’m off to cook the burgers now.

More Tomorrow…
Including the Lamburger Feast!
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Inchy: Monday 14th April 2025

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THE HAZE/HASH OF OUR HMG!
I faced adversity catastrophes, indomitably,
Searching for success, I found extinction,
Been shot, heart attack & bankruptcy,
Recognised politicians showed prevarication,
They rule unreliably and lyingly…
Take backhanders with pretension,
Reliable? Each one is a proletariat’s liability,
Growing their wealth in HMG’s pantheon!
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Starmer lines his pockets, carefreely,
Lie, steal from pensioners, Scot-freely!
Prices are rising for food, gas & electricity,
Keir does it all so perfunctorily, blasély,
Surely, he’s an under-the-bed Tory?
His price rises show his peccability,
The voters he scoffs at dismissively,
Proletariats get poverty and penury!
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Who voted for him, primarily plebian…
Realise now, it shouldn’t have been,
He’s mendacious, criminal, immoral & mean!
Keir’s term in office: a trial by ordalian,
Starmer got 3m votes, fewer than Corbyn,
Still enough to give him a win,
That was due to the Tory’s suiciding,
Citizens’ fears are accumulating!
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His lies, there’s not been an investigation,
He shows no signs of any opprobrium,
A man of obfuscation and deception,
No prosecution, just mystification…
Civil Service & HMG are both crooked,
Their guilt, either hidden or resolved,
Most of what they’ve done, I anticipated,
Starmer should be sacked & becudgelled!
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He claims to be a necessitarian,
I think that he’s Machiavellian!
Ill-conceived, ill-advised, & misbegotten,
There’s no hope, no pharma-conation,
As he strangles voters of the Nation,
I’m not saying he’s a pigwidgeon…
Nor a patrician, but a man on a mission,
To take backhanders & make commission!
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He’s worthy of, and gets my derision,
Mayhap the Lord’s resurrection…
Along with our citizens quiritation…
Can bring about, Starmer’s retrogression,
Force him into his own rescission?
Free us of Keir, the self-rhetorician?
Give him a thorough scrutinisation,
But of course, this will not happen!
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CATCH UP
Owing to my plans to get a wash and sit-down when the fatigure-fell yesterday teatime, I got nowt done on the computer again for the rest of the night.
I thought I’d fall asleep and get a few hours in before the last Carer’s call, then restart doing the blog.

Instead, I had God knows how many mini-seizures but no actual sleep. Three hours later, Carer Ahmed arrived. Said I was, sitting there mumbling to myself and breathing heavily, with my eyes open. Once I got up, I felt so drained. I nearly fell back down again. But Ahmed was as quick as a flash and stopped me from plumping back into the 1966, £300, Oxfam charity shop-bought, wincingly grotty, beige-coloured, crumb-covered from my nocturnal nibblings, itch-making, uncomfortable, positively unhealthy, and dangerous, no longer operational, virus-breeding, easy-to-fall-out-of, catheter-tube-trapping recliner.
He got my diabetic socks off my feet, issued the medications and checked the taps and oven for me. After the lad left, 
I went to the kitchen to make a meal. Boy, was I tired out and drained.
I took these fantastic puffer cloud shots.

Minced beef with black beans.
Some seasoned unskinned chips.
Lovely!
A cornet of ice cream afterwards. I’d made
too much again. Well, not much!
But at least I didn’t spill any.
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How can one be so drained and tired but not get to sleep? Horrible night. Forever jumping awake within minutes of the odd nodding off’s that I got.
I gave up and got up at 05:00hrs.
Sorted the waste bins. Then the big task began.
What a session. There is no other word for it. Great!
A cutless shave, absences of , , , & . I’ll add  because she did not kick off until later.

The medicationalising was not too bad, but no worse than of late. Until, of course, it came to the last task, ointmentating and rubbing it in poor suffering . I creamed where I could reach of the ribs & backs  . Again, I could not get those on my back. I’ll ask the Carer if he can help when he arrives. At least I have a good stock of new barrier cream in the drawer. 
I must have taken longer than I thought on these tasks. As I got the PPS on without much of a struggle, I’d like to add, and was getting the Kagoule on, the Carer Ahmed arrived.

Ahmed was on good form this morning. Medications were issued, and my diabetic socks were fitted. 
He then applied barrier cream to my back and ribs, using the last of the old tubes of Derma Cream. Achmed liked doing this job and was good at it. He then sprayed the glaucoma spray on my eyes for me. I’ll call him Dr. Ahmed from now on. Hehehe! He asked for another local accent word, and I gave him ‘Kip’ for a sleep or nap. I’ve given one a day for a few days. The first was ‘Tara” for cheerio. He said he had used it with other clients this morning, and they loved it. Hearing that cheered me up. Yesterday, it was ‘Aye-Up.’ I think the other one was ‘Midduck’. No, that one’s for tomorrow.

Ahmed took a photo of me with a Kodak-Tim-1.
He’d drawn the curtains, knowing how the sunlight affects Glaucoma Gladys.
He thought I looked like a Mafia Boss. Haha!

I grafted away on the Ode making and got it finished.
Then, I updated and posted the Sunday blog. During the morning, I took these snaps from the kitchen.
The shadows from the rising sun from the back of the flats made some of them enjoyable.
The painted houses. If not, I might not see them.
My block of flats’ shadow in this one.
Took later.

Carer “Joe” arrived. He did a grand job of helping again, bless him. He rang the surgery to see if I could get an appointment for any Wednesday, his more extended visit laundry day. 3rd on the waiting list. Got through and he tried his best, but the earliest Wednesday might be 4 weeks wait, and he wasn’t sure if the Doctor could fit it in for the times that Joe was here. Chances were getting dimmer. I suggested that perhaps she could give me a call at home. Yes, but not on a Wednesday. I ended up with her ringing on Monday the 28th between 10 & 11:45hrs. In 14 days. Going well for the NHS, innit? We had to agree; there was no other choice, had we?

Computing was going very slow today.

Carer “Joe” returned to the first evening call. Again, he helped out no end. He called the chemist and arranged for the medications to be sent to his company’s chemist for collection. I’m lost with all these changes. Thank heavens for Carer “Joe”!

It’s already 20:00hrs gone. I’ll make a meal and try to catch up in the morning.

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Inchy Today: Sunday 13th April 2025

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What did we do when info was ungoogleable?
A history homework exam, no answer. Inexcusable!
The library was closed, and Father was unhelpful!
What date was the battle for Constantinople?
Must I guess? No, the answer must be veridical,
If I fail another exam, I’m in for some ridicule,
How can I avoid risking the vituperable?
Pray to a God or something Mystical?
Miss school? Go the doctor with summat mythical?
No, that would be naughty and cynical,
Maybe give someone a phone call?
We don’t have one; how do I sort out this puzzle?
Visit my doctor, give teacher some tarradiddle,
I’m not a good liar, I’d not be believable,
Use a phone box. Yes, I’ve got a testrill…
Don’t know anyone with a phone… Testicles!
Yes, I do. I could call Auntie Carol,
Off to the GPO box, rained poured down terrible!
Ah, no phone book was available!
I resigned myself to my fate; I was threnetical,
Walked home. The rain died down to a trickle,
Dad’s gone out and locked me out. I’m in a pickle!
My thinking was in three-dimensional!
To me, the problem was not trivial,
The rain poured again, now torrential,
Knocked neighbours door, for shelter and a natter,
No answer, so I went for a soaking wet toddle…
Got in the outside toilet, passed a traditional,
Dad came back; he got a bit physical…
But dry at last, I almost felt triumphal,
Dad said, 1453. Then hit me with his belt buckle!
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05:10hrs: After a night spent more waking than sleeping. I felt surprisingly alert and relatively active, lasting approximately one minute.
This was a first for me: I fell out of the hospital bed because I overreached to get at the nocturnal night bag, which, for some unknown reason (well, it was Glaucoma Gladys, really), I thought was leaking. I rushed to get it upright after it fell off the safety bar holder. I landed face down on my slippers and the waste basket, in a semicrumpled painful heap!
Then, as I recovered and grasped the bed to haul my gigantic body up, the quilts lost their grip, and there I was on the floor again, covered by the outer quilt and face down this time. I stayed there for a while to get my bearings and breath back. Then, after doing some deep breathing, I set about mountaineering my way up onto the bed. Either I had a seizure or else, inconceivably, I’d got up onto the bed and was sitting there safely, in two minutes! This couldn’t be right. How did I do that so quickly, and I may add, almost painlessly to boot? Had I just dreamt these events? No, the bent waste basket was in sight. Now, put it in the waste chute. Tsk!
Then the aches from the bruised arm, and I went into a clearly identified seizure, which I think lasted for five minutes or so. I needed a little longer doing nothing, which I did. Incredulously, I did not feel depressed or angry with myself. I decided to get the ablutions done ASAP and apply some Phorpain gel to the cartilages, back, and neck afterwards. It sounded logical to me. .

I got sidetracked from my plans as soon as I went to check the kitchen for running taps, open doors, or left-on stoves. They were all as they should be.
This morning, the moon was much smaller and had lost its red/orange tinge. Kodak Tim 2 was used to take these snaps of the planet. They are not as good as yesterday’s, which were not as good as the day before.

Well, these went well overall! There were just two nicks shaving. The bowl of water I used to stand in to clean the feet was not tipped over. There were no tumbles in the wet room. And I seemed to get them done quickly—but did I? I was not rushing. The medicalisationing was not so successful. Because I could not reach my back to put the ointment on the bruises, Acne or eczema on my back. I’ll ask the carer, to Med Hydrhelp when he comes. As usual, the worst medicating bit was applying and rubbing in the stinging ointment . Not that it bothered me, of course. Ahem!
I got the pain gel cream on   and .

Duties.
Trotsky Terence had an even greater bearing on this morning’s evacuation. Phoo! The stink almost overpowered me. Soft yet sticky and smelly. Karki coloured. Eurgh!

Another of the mysteries of Woodthorpe Court, with the hobgoblins, spectres, gnomai, phantasms, ailments, seizures, Glaucoma Gladys, Peripheral Neropathy, dying neurotransmitters, grotesque succubae, Whoopsiedangleplops, ailments, extraterrestrials, ectoplasms, spirits, Accifauxpas, rent increases, food price hikes, and the Fata Morganas, that have been sent to taunt, is how I recovered so well after the two tumbles?
Feeling alright again now. The bruises and back pain are bothering me, but nothing is serious.

I made myself my first mug of Glengettie tea since last Thursday. I’ve never gone three days without a brew of tea since I’ve been here!
I noticed it was only 07:20 on the clock calendar, which matched the computer’s. 
However, how did I get everything sorted out, abluted and on the computer so quickly?

Carer Arhem arrived as I was about to hoover the hallway. (It never got done!)
The lad put on my diabetic socks, issued the prescription medications, and reminded me of the vitamin B12 tablet. We chatted for a minute or two, as best we could, and then he did an Alert Alarm Battery Check with the NCC Control. We said our “Taras,” literally. I explained what it meant a week ago, and he uses it every call now. Bless him. He’s a lovely lad.

Keeps visiting for shorter periods but more often today, uo to now anyway. , and were regular, and the were more active than ever

I took this shot through the balcony doors. 
Then, the fatigue hit me earlier in the day than ever.
It might be connected to the tumbles. I still can’t understand how I’m not in worse condition. I’m not complaining, mind you. Oh, no! I am more tired than ever. I have to just stop.

Never got back on the computer again today.
I’ll try to catch up tomorrow.
Not good this.
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Inchy Today: Saturday 12th April 2025

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I love it!
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Ode OldSELF-ASSESMENT
What is causing me all this strife,
I’ve no hopes, no hair, no wife…
Few teeth and avoid any lowlife,
I don’t enjoy any high life….
My ailments that are ignored but rife,
I’m kind to people and wildlife,
I’ve purposely avoided being altercative,
My mind, at best, is approximative!
I may get better, but only if…
The brain stops going adrift…
The medics understand me, get my drift,
Anne Gyna leaves my chest, neck & midriff,
Then I can feel less aggrieved!
And, a miracle can be achieved!
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Catch-up
Think I missed these snaps of the red moon last night. It’s a reasonable effort for me.
Well pleased with this one!
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I got a call on the intercom. The man muttered something and disappeared. I thought this might have been the Amazon delivery of the beef and day catheter pouches. While waiting for them to be delivered to the door, I checked the Amazon tracker, which told me they had been delivered. There was no sign of it coming up. I bet the rascally driver has left them in the foyer lobby!
I had to get dressed, and went down with the three-wheeled walker and stick to investigate.
Sure enough, there were two bashed-up boxes on the lobby floor. The problem was that one was for a flat on the tenth floor, and the other was for a smaller one, mine. I could get that box on top of the wheeler, and I did. A lady’s name was on the other parcel, and as I took my box up, I stopped to tell her about the box in the lobby. I explained that I’d go back down after dropping my box at my flat, provided nobody had nicked it, and I’d bring it up for you.
So, I went up to my flat. I think both boxes had been looked into, but my two items were there. I went back down to the ground floor. The lady’s box was still there, and I realised how heavy it was.
I felt a smidge of pride in helping out, like others had done for me. Gawd, it was hard work. I could only balance the box on top of the walker and almost staggered up to the lady’s flat with the box. I should think the fastest I managed to move could have been half a mile an hour. Hehe! I almost lost it getting out of the lift. Phew! But I got to the flat and put the box inside for her.

Envri almost delivered it. Surely they can see it is an elderly persons warden-aided complex here? Or not.

At least it tired me out enough, I hoped, for me to get to sleep quicker than usual. Huh!

0640hrs: Again, I say again… I woke up without any , , and was just not there! Oh, if only this could happen regularly. It felt great! Mind you, I think I had six hours kip! Yee-Har!

I knew I had a lot to do on the blog catching up, so I finished Fridays as soon as possible.
Then I got carried away doing the ode, which I was very much struggling with for some unknown reason.

Carer Ahmen arrived. We chatted as he put on the diabetic socks. He graded the urine, and I went to empty the nocturnal catheter bag. Grungleslapnerds!
I only found that I’d left the hot water tap running again, and it must have been for a long time because the water was icy! So, no showering, shaving, or cleaning up now! It won’t be until tonight when the night heater kicks in to warm it up.
It’s just as well; I’d have much more time to waste making messes and mistakes on the ode. Humph!

Ahmed returned for the 2nd call of the day.
Whilst he was here, Anne Gyna kicked-off!
I also have a Peptac guzzle as Reflux. Roger joined in the onslaught.

There were a few mini-seizures; at one stage, they were on and within seconds of each other!

Once more, the day seems to have flashed before my eyes. I’m going to get something to eat now.

The sun went in.

A SHOWER-OF-SEIZURES FOR AN HOUR!
Mini-Myoclonic seizures, with a few of the Ménière’s thrown into the mix. My inbred, one of my oldest ailments , was on and off all day.
This bout of them left me tired out and weary beyond the realms of possibility. I was done for! All in. So the computer was abandoned early.
I made a meal.
I ate it in an artistic fashion. Spilling some of it on my chest, legs, dressing gown and kaghoule.
Why, you ask? (I hope) I kept falling asleep! Something of a miracle that I didn’t drop the whole lot along with the tray it was on! Oh, I found some on the £300 second-hand shop bought, c1966. moth-eaten, bedraggled, grotty, cringingly-beige-coloured, much-dilapidated, crumb-containing from my nocturnal nibblings, bug-ridden, itch-inspiring, not working recliner.
It was an effort getting up to sort things out and wash the pots, but I’m glad I did. The moon was in view, so I fetched Kodak Tim 2 to take a photo of it.
Nice!

I foolishly tried to stay awake to see the highlights of Nottingham Forest’s match. Zzzz!
I was waking up so often that I’m not sure I had more than three hours of actual sleep.
The full works tonight that I’d hoped I would sleep like a baby, being so drained. But, No! 
I recall being rudely awakened by ,  , ,  , , and . But there may have been others in the onslaught. Oh, yes, I remember, & .
Each time I was woken, I needed to sort out what was happening. I seemed annoyed and a little out of it.
At one stage, I just had to get and use the toothache spray from the computer desk. I stubbed my toe against the Ottoman as I moved back to the hospital bed! But I think I was soon back in the land of nod again after each visit—not for long, of course. The next ailment soon arrived to join in the nocturnal ‘Let’s-Bugger’ Inchy’s sleep-up routine. I think that had it not been for the damned seizures leaving me so done in, I could have coped with the lack of sleep, instead of getting annoyed and sorry for myself, which no doubt helped bring on the  again.
Not one of better nights.

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Inchy Today: Friday 11th April 2025

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I’ve never received an assumpsit,
On a jury, they’ve never let me sit,
Won £5 on the pools; nothing on the Lottery,
No prize for my Whoopsiedangleploppery,
Never been called dictatorial, or absolutistic,
Lived most of my life as allegoric or metaphoric,
After some seizures, I go all apathetic,
All dreams I have are absurd, amphigoric,
At 6, I decided I’d learn how to whittle,
And chopped my thumb off, that made me widdle,
At 7, crossing a bridge, I got thrown in a canal,
At 9, I fell downstairs, made myself vestigial,
At 10, for a dare, I ate an angelwitch!,
Now elderly, I’m an insomniac, agrypnotic,
When younger, I was most apolaustic,
Got sacked a few times, an experienced attrit!
Since my stroke, I’ve experienced being abiotic,
Teachers said that I was idiotic!
They found my ulcer had turned carcinogenic,
Which left me feeling a mite catatonic,
Hoping my odes are seen as copacetic,
My few remaining teeth look like eolith,
This afternoon, I got stuck in the lift!
This is all true, you know, not a myth!
So, can you see why I sometimes get miffed?
I think laughing at myself is a gift!
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A rough start to the day, but I’ll explain later.
Three hours into consciousness, things improved healthwise. In fact, as I type this, it’s been a much better day.,
But only physically, healthwise. Mentally,  it brought me many things I could have done without.
The most frustrating thing was the computer. It was causing internet blackouts, and I’ve reloaded Google eighteen times already. Blunkerbonks! Losing work done every time. Depressed about this; I know it will eventually become unusable. However, none of the computer people I asked for help responded positively. When I rang, they informed me that they were swamped, but the engineer would contact me. Please be patient. That was seven months ago!
Very little on the blog today because I lost all my later photos in a blackout.
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05:20hrs: After an improved sleep, I stirred into imitation life and dismounted the hospital bed. Emptying the nocturnal pouch, I realised it had not been assed for colour, but the Carer will do it for me, I poured some of the wee in a cardboard cup, to be checked later.
My mind was not exactly clear, and I kept wondering what it was I’d planned to do while mountaineering from the hospital bed.
I went to check the taps, fridge, freezer and stoves to make sure I had not left anything on again. Nope, all looked good, and Anne Gyne had missed her usual attacks that assault me within an hour of waking up. Well, they have been doing the last few mornings.
Boy, what a fantastic sight greeted me from the kitchen window.
At first, I thought I’d lost half a day, and it was nighttime. When I changed my glasses, I realised it was not a sunset but the red moon disappearing over the horison. I took a closer shot of it within 30 seconds and saw how far it had gone down since the first snap was taken. The mist was far less this morning. It felt a lot warmer this morning.

I gathered the things needed to do the ablutions and medications. I also remembered that the Yauhuol needed handwashing. I’m struggling with this job, so I spoke with myself, telling myself to be extra careful when washing and not to spill any more water again. I believe I cursed myself for having done it for the last two mornings. It knocks me up having to mop using the stick.
A bit of advance planning here. Oh, yes! While doing the ablutions, I realised I was going to hang the Yahuole on the shower railings, so I put the bowls in position to catch some of the dripping water. Cunning that, I thought!  Then, the Porcelain Throne was needed. Messy more than ever this morning.
The teeth were done, then the shaving, and multiple nicks bled. But the ever-reliable Brut aftershave soon stopped them all from bleeding. I’d sooner not talk about the medicalisationings if you don’t mind. Oh, go on, then, but it brings back the pain. As per usual, the worst was from the creaming and massaging of. Arrgh! does not begin to cover the pain this time. I threw in a few naughty words and curses at myself; being generous by nature, I lobbed a few in for and at our Banckhander-taking, Pensioner-Killing Conservative Fürher Keir Starmer. I wish someone would inform him that he’s supposed to be leading the Labour Party. Albeit they are showing signs of beibg more like a Nazi- Party!
I lost the plot there; sorry about that!

Carer Ahmed arrived. We tried the key safe, and we actually got it open! Well, Ahmed did. As we were walking back inside, I knew it had to come, it was guaranteed; she launched her morning attack belatedly and kept it up for hours without a break. I asked if I could have an extra Codeine, but after calling his boss, this was refused. I could understand why. It says on the box that I can take up to four a day on the prescription tag on the box. I regularly take 3 a day, rarely needing a fourth. But as the commandant said, it will mean me taking two together, and this cannot be allowed. Eventually, she calmed down around teatime. Fair enough, but the pain was peracute; is that the right word? 
Fair enough, but the pain was peracute. Is that the right word?  It felt excruciating at the time. Hello, she’s off on her tour of my chest, ribs and neck again!

Eventually, late afternoon, I realised the Yahuole was still soaking in the kitchen sink, so I got it handwashed.
I came so close to having a tumble as I stretched to get the coarhanger onto the shower rail. Had it been Cartilage Cathy (right knee) and not Cartilage Chloe (left knee) that gave way, I’d have had noting to grab a hold of to stop me crumpling into mop bucket, the bowls used to catch the drips, and possibly another head bashing on the trolley or sink. 
But no, a bit of luck falling the other way, with a safety bar within reach… which clung onto! Just found a tiny bruise on the left ribs.

The seizure took care of things for about two hours. I have no idea if I did anything silly while out of it. No, I lie! I did do some work on the blog. Later, I found all the cock-ups I made and will try to find and correct them all (I hope) in the morning.

Carer “Joe” is due for a late call anytime now. I’m going to make two sandwiches: thick, chunky bread, no butter, sliced cooked pork loin to go on the bread, and Marmite and beetroot! If I feel brave enough, I may do some oven chips to go with the sarnies. I’m so rascally at times. Haha!

Carer “Joe” said he is off tomorrow. So the Small Asian Angel & Carer Ahmed should be serving me this Saturday.

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Inchy Today: Thursday 10th April 2025

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I was once a young, fit, healthy, wise-guy
Girls? I kept out a watchful eye,
With my lower regions, I know not why,
It was harder then, with no wi-fi.
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Life then started to become stunted,
The body aged, it became transfigured,
My sense of balance, weaved & wobbled,
My thoughts came oddly technicoloured.
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Ageing makes you crocheted & crusted,
Arithmophobia, dates, figures & numbers…
Mistakes galore, you feel daunted,
Mental capacity, slowly degenerated!
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After Toileting, the room must be fumigated,
Constipation? Teeth need to be gritted!
Facts, figures? Are at best guesstimated,
Decision making? Wrongly, not at all, or belated,
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Instructions not understood, misinterpreted,
In conversations, words can be misheard,
Burning food, taps left on, safety neglected,
Leg lesions medicated and bandaged daily medicated and bandaged,
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Living in a crime-filled neighbourhood,
No help with the computer – I spit blood!
Impossible to get life orchestrated,
No confidence can be radiated!
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Feeling defeated, doubted, rejected,
All I write needs to be repeatedly subedited,
Self-disgust, self-taunted, vision tinted,
Fears & worries are now ever accessed!
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Dark Dank Duncan Depressed,
Labour in power, as antisocialists,
Starmer, the bleakest Conservatist!
I hope death brings peace and rest,
If so, I’ll be so blessed!
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I had much better sleep in the bed last night.
The problem was, I think I’d had nocturnal seizures, possibly. Because the quilt and covers were all over the place, and the pillow was on the floor. Somehow, I’d changed the settings on the bed mover control. It’s hard to believe how I slept at all. I was right at the top of the bed, yet bent forward so much, with a dip halfway down the bed, and the end and top bits raised to the maximum.
I woke up at 05:00. By the time I’d refigured the bed to a faux semi-comfortable position, ready for use tonight or in the morning, it was 06:00- Tsk!
Here I go again, sensing some challenges may present themselves to me this Thursday. Everything was normal, then! Tsk!

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I detached the night pouch from the day pouch. I was so concerned with the state of the bed. I didn’t realise the night bag was even on. What’s more, I didn’t have any fauxpas, trips or leaks for the hour when the pouch dragged along, entangling itself around my foot and leg!
Now I was concerned! How did I manage that?
I fear I can only put it down to one thing… are you ready for this?… Good Luck! Now, I don’t say that very often. Especially after the Carer helped me out yesterday. He did a grand job for me. Questions for any God, philosopher or neurologist: Is my luck changing for the better? Will I cope with the shock, or have another stroke? Why did good luck wait nearly 80 years to appear? Will I live long enough to enjoy it? Will it continue? (It didn’t.) Can I get NHS instruction on how to be contented? Hahaha!

Starting with a visit to the .
I was back in control. But once the chunks started evacuating, it took a while for them to stop clunking into the water below. 
More than yesterday’s big dollop!

A stand-up wash. I didn’t have time to shower in case either the nurses or the Iceland delivery came earlier. I strip washed, soaking the feet as I shaved and did the teggies, then moved on to the self-medicating of my problematic areas. Argh! 
Olive-oiled the ears, sprayed MedPhorpainthe eyes, Phorpain gelled the knees and cartilages, and ointmentated each Acne and eczema area. As usual, I left the most painful bit to the end.
I gritted my teeth, cleaned as instructed, heroically pulled the skin back, and squeezed the ointment in a drop. That was bad enough, but I had to massage it from the outside each time. Self-imposed agony! But it was nothing to a man of my calibre, heroism and upper pain limit. I may even have been singing to myself as I massaged it in.

When I turned on the computer, I realised I had a fair bit to do on yesterday’s blog.
It had been the busiest day for years!

As I was making a start, Carer ‘Joe’ arrived. I didn’t ask him to take the socks off cause they were not put on last night. Haha! Maybe I could join a touring fairground group as their Memory Man? Har-har! 
My medications were issued. The lad said something about what he planned to do next week in flats the clean-up campaign.

I pressed on with the blog, but then it got busy again. The delivery came.
Seven carrier bags worth.
I got the fresh stuff away.
4 items unavailable & 2 substitutions.
Topped up the nurses & carers shelf with the new Pepsi flavours that came.
A well-overfilled filled top cupboard.
The danger of falling through the floor into the flat below the cupboard of cans of food. I shouldn’t starve to death for a month or two! Hehe!
Why did I stock up to ridiculous? What made me suddenly panic so over food stores? Am I going mad?
I’m not sure if it’s Peripheral Neuropathy, Cognitive Impairment Iris, Ménière’s disease, Episodic Ataxia, FND, Receptive Aphasia Phyllis, Diabetic Dementia, Absence seizures, or the Myoclonic seizures that may have caused this stupider-than-usual action on my behalf. Would doing such activities that I’ve not done for so long, like cleaning up, wear me out?

I managed to get the blog posted a little later than usual. And the fatigue started to fall.

THE HIGHLIGHT OF THE DAY!
The intercom rang, and I thought it might be the tinned food I’d also ordered from Amazon.
Life lifted, and a smile came over my craggy, aged face. (It does that occasionally).
It was my treasured Hristina, the DVT Warfarin Blood Nurse. The heart beat a little faster, and my Angel was soon in the flat.
I mentioned that I’d run out of Enoxaparin-filled hypos. She said if they need you to start stabbing your stomach 8 times a day, they will ensure you get some. That put my mind at rest. She took the blood for testing, and we spoke of something else, but with my heart beating and eyes so busy watching and listening to Hristina—such a wonderfully calming person and so kind. 🤎

I started this blog in the late afternoon.

Then, the Amazon tinned foods arrived!
I then had to store these tinned meals on the floor!
It’s horrible having a lack of control!

Carer ‘Joe’ arrived and was as aghast as I was at the canned food I bought! No medications were needed. They were, but I forgot to ask for the Peptac and Codeine. I managed to make a brew of tea, and when I got back with it, one of the regular patches was in the regular place on the carpet. Yet I could not find any urine spillages on my legs or slippers. One of the mysteries of Woodthorpe Court, with the hobgoblins, spectres, gnomai, phantasms, grotesque succubae, Whoopsiedangleplops, ailments, extraterrestrials, ectoplasms, spirits, Accifauxpas, rent increases, food price hikes, Starmer robbing all we pensioners, and other Fata Morganas, that have been sent to taunt, irritate and terminate my already limited saneness of mind, logicalty and depressions!

Carer ‘Joe’ came on his teatime visit.
Embarrassingly, the pee-time one as well, haha!
He convinced me that it was not urine because there was no smell. He suggested that I may have spilt the catheter, which needed spring water.
He’s got the measure of me now, he has! Hehe! 

Back to this blog. The eyes faded, and the fatigue returned almost instantly. I was so tired and weary.

I foolishly tried to continue this blog. It was farcical and hopeless, so I gave up. So, I’ll be even further behind by morning. Humph!
I’ll try to stay alert enough to get the comments & WordPress reader read.
I’ll make the meal later.

Aha! I caught the sunset.
Not as good as yesterdays’

But fair for me.

I was expecting a last Carer call, but it’s 21:40hrs now.
I’ve probably got confused. Yes, I think I did. Fool!
Carer ‘Joe’ came a little earlier than usual. I’ve just seen the nocturnal catheter pouch on the chair.
I can’t cope with my decline very well. Tsk!

I’ll get the food in the microwave. I made it up in the tray earlier, so it should be ready in the oven in ten minutes. It consists of minced beef in gravy, sliced water chestnuts, pickled beetroots, red onions, tomatoes, garden peas, and a can of potatoes. It is also seasoned with vinegar, Worcester Sauce, and thick sliced bread for dunking. I hope it all goes well. I’ll let you know in the morning!

Good Moring!
The meal looked and smelled amazing!
I made too much. But ate ¾ of it.
NICE!
Into the c1966, £300 Oxfam charity shop-bought, wincingly grotty, beige-coloured, crumb-covered from my nocturnal nibblings, itch-making, uncomfortable, positively unhealthy, and dangerous, no longer operational, virus-breeding, easy-to-fall-out-of, catheter-tube-trapping recliner, to watch a nature documentary. I’m glad to say that I didn’t get to see it.
This was due to my drifting off to sleep.
There were far too many waking-ups, but I did get back off quickly each time. 
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Inchy Today: Wednesday, 9th April 2025

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ME & MY MATE ARTHUR
We’d go out every Friday night to the Astoria,
Do the twist, jive, waltz, especially with Nora,
That’s when the fallout came with Arthur,
You see Arthur dated with Dora,
I often entwined with Nora,
One night, I caught Arthur & Nora,
Arthur sounded like he was having a dyschezia,
Nora was calling out, Oh, yer, Oh Yer!!!
Arthur dismounted; I gave him a right-hander!
The scrap was a blockbuster, a bloodletter,
With Nora’s support, he fought better…
Bigger than me, and a blacksmith’s welder,
Arthur finished me off; the bounder,
Giving me several cuts and pyrexia,
I was comforted by Dora later,
Dora was a uranographer,
I mapped the soul & body of her,
Then stopped Friday night visits to the Astoria!
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Today was my busiest for months.
It is now 16:00 hrs, and I am shattered, tired, worn out, and weary. Glaucoma, Gladys, is affecting my eyesight, as usual. Here is a quick rundown on how I got into this dilapidated state! Hope I can stay awake long enough to get my ablutions and medicalisationings done. And the nurse has not shown up yet – possibly due to my putting the appointment in the calendar for the wrong day, and it should have been tomorrow.

I didn’t wake until 06:00 hrs again, but I did not get to sleep until 02:00hrs. There were fewer waking-ups with neck jerks.

I got the waste bags sorted out and placed near the door. Not knowing for 100% that the nurses would be arriving, I did not do the ablutions, or body medicationing, in case I missed the intercom. Then I handwashed some more socks and hung them above the sink to drip dry. Then, I utilised the Porcelain Throne.
This time, with Constipated Conrad still in charge. The evacuated product came out slowly and painfully, but all in one long, even bigger than the frequent Torpedo. It was more the size of a submarine! Gignormous!
Not messy whatsover!

Carer Ahram arrived. We left the bandage on the leg so the nurse could examine it when she arrived.

I got the kaghoule handwashed (made a mess on the floor ringing & ringing) and hung it on the shower rail in the wet room to drip dry. Painfully!

An email from Amazon said the delivery would arrive today before 21:20hrs. I concentrated on getting as much of the blog caught up with before the nurses arrived or the second Carer.

MISTAKE MADE HERE… WELL, TWO!
Firstly, I spilt water on the floor while handwashing and walked it all over the kitchen, so I thought I’d mop it up. I had a visit from Lost-Balance-Bernard and kicked the bucket, redistributing the dirty water back onto the floor! So, so I thought I’d mop it up again.
Second, I could see the sun coming around, ready to blast through the window, so I decided to hang the thin dressing gown on the rail to protect my eyes.
I knocked a jar of mint sauce off of the shelf, and it broke as it hit the just-mopped-twice floor, catching and seasoning the bandaged & right leg en route!
I was livid with myself!
I believe I was praying and cursing at the same time as having to mop the floor for a third time. My EQ knew something. I swear he laughed at me!

Carer ‘Joe’ arrived as I was cleaning the oven.
He’d got an extra hour today, so he could do the laundry and make space in the front room, as I had been taking tumbles & knocks lately. Damned decent of him. While he was down taking the laundry, I went to check some dates on the food.
MISTAKE MADE HERE…
I dropped a bottle again. I thought I’d mop it up. Gragknangles! Four damned times now!

‘Joe’ started making some room between the chair and my bed so I would be in less danger and bother using them.

He then went down to collect the laundry and helped hang it up with me. We went into the kitchen for something—ah, yes, food date checks! I wobbled a little and knocked a jug of water over.
Gragknangles! Five Ruddy Times Today!
‘Joe’ to the rescue; he took over, bless him!

I was embarrassed, but ‘Joe’ was understanding and calm about things. A nice, helpful chap.

He hoovered where we (well, he) had been sorting things out in the space-making mission.

I then realised that the kaghoule and dressing gown I had on had got soaked on the laf spillage episode. So had to change into a fresh one of each. And then had to hadwach for a third tine today. To wash another kaghoule!

He said he’d be doing the teatime call later on.

I felt begraggled, bewitched & bewildered!

A delivery and possibly a nurse to come yet!
I must keep going if I can. I dare not fall asleep and miss the nurse of delivery. Fed-Up!

I pondered my position and constant bad luck.
I’ve decided that I deserve no better. Will is just as well because I’m not going to have things get any better, now am I? 

Maybe it’s something I did in a previous life?
I was born as Hitler committed suicide!
Maybe I ought belatedly to run for Prime Minister?
Oh, no, we’ve already got Herr Starmer.

As tired as I was, and I know I was tired.
Cause today had drained me.
But thanks to Carer Joe and his amazing help given to me today, I got more clearing up done than for years!
A big thank you is warranted!

I settled after washing the pots up and sat in the recliner from the c1966 second—or third-hand Charity shop bought £300, broken down, catheter tube crunching, dried blood covered, grotty, dirty, and creaking recliner. Expecting to nod off quickly.
But, no! So, I put the TV on. This usually works. 
But no! Then the doubts came over me again: Had I left any taps running? I’m so glad I checked. The taps were all off—but what a view from the kitchenette window! I hastened to fetch Kodak Tim Two from the other room and almost rushed back before the view changed. I loved this one. At last, a decent photo!
Bootiful!

I went back to the front room and somehow manipulated my tired limbs and aching body onto the hospital bed. It took a while to get it into the optimum position, but once I found it, glorious sleep came at last! It was a little broken but still far less than of late.

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I wish you each lots of luck!

Inchy: Tuesday, 8th April 2025

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Helpful Note: A shilling was 12d=1/ – now 5p

In my morning slumber, I started musing,
Back to the day when things were amusing,
1963, when sliced bread went up to a shilling,
The reaction of the shoppers were chilling,
They brought some; some they were stealing,
A near riot, on price-rise day proceedings,
Last week, the loaf cost me £1 – shocking!
This week, £1.49! Not reassuring!
Maybe I’ll take up shoplifting.

The monthly cost for gas & electricity…
I’m back talking again of 1963,
Cost 15/- the equivalent then to 75p,
Last month, my payment went up to £423!
Starmer’s stopped our winter fuel subsidy,
Not enough cash for price rises absorbability,
Proletariats, pensioners now in poverty,
Rates, rents, power, costs rising steeply,
Our NHS crumbles, pleasing the oligarchy.

Forcing some to turn to crime, effectively
Eat or heat, food banks, charities competing,
A diet of bread & water? It’s called Xerophagy,
At today’s price of bread & water, it’s alarming!
Families, children and the aged geriatrically,
Is Starmer not aware of the voters’ suffering?
Go shopping today, do it vigilantly,
They’ll be muggers, pickpockets lurking,
Nutters, looking to act adversarially.
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Hand Washing.
I’m fed up with this!

Ankles, lower legs much clearer today.

Afternoon kitchen shot.,
THe ankles started the electric shock going later.
Carer Ahram out some cream on and leg bandage,
I can take it off Wed’ when the nurse arrives.

Sorry, not much on today; it’s been a borrowing Tuesday. The prospects for Wed & Thursday are worse than today. I’m not sure of the days, but between Wed & Thursday:
Nurse Caroline ♥ Is calling to do another upgraded Dementia Test.
A DVT Nurse ♥ is calling for extra blood for further tests. The Warfarin INR is dangerously low at 1.6.
The district nurse ♥ is calling to check on my leg lesions and the acne-eczema.
The Urology Nurse ♥ is due to visit to alternate the catheter bag.
I’ve got two deliveries expected between noon and 22:00 hours. Medical & food.
Carer ‘Joe’ is doing the laundry. After that, I have to get the two airers out to dry the washing.

It is late Wednesday morning now.
I’m not looking forward to today.

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TTFN
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Inchy: Monday, 7th April 2025

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LIBERTY-GLOBAL-OLIGARCHS?
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Let’s delve into the truth of ‘Hope’, clinically,
To see if it developed from ampullosity,
‘Hope’ to me seems somewhat bizarrerie,
Because finding it is hard for me…
I don’t act belligerently or truculently,
I’m a ditherer, I don’t act confidently,
My Carer say’s I’ve got too much benignity,
I think I’m shy, nervous and cowardly,
There I go off the subject again, you see?
I’ll try to concentrate more, hopefully…
‘Hope’, to me, seems to be, hypothetically,
A forlorn dream, with no reality…
I thought ‘Hope’ would help Inchy,
But I forgot about his mental instability,
His? I’m him! Another drift from verity,
I still want ‘Hope’ & help regardlessly,
Although I see the pointless futility,
Sometimes I consider ‘Hope’, frivolously,
The next time, maybe negatively,
Then back to frustration & hostility,
Yet I still try so desperately…
Then I go all unenthusiastically,
Depression falls, I turn apathetically…
A seizure, a giving way from Cartilage Chloe,
The coming arrival of complacently,
And I ‘Hope’ for ‘Hope’, pessimistically,
Body & mind acting chaotically,
Ménière’s Mini-seizures, increasingly,
I think I must not lose hope, glibly…
I even turned for help to quixotry!
As if to prove my eccentricity,
Or maybe that ought to be docility?
My physical ailments seem a triviality,
Finding ‘Hope’ & help, surely unrealistically,
The Lord made my life qualificatory…
A body and mind, deformed & queachy,
Doomed; never be happy or peachy,
I have had luck! But only quadrennially,
I acted rightly & astutely, well, in 1953,
I’m more hopeful for my sempiternity…
Not knowing where or when, for eternity,
Pray, please, no return ticket awaitingly!
If I find ‘Hope,’ will it also make me lucky?
Finding ‘Hope’, I try so persistently…
‘Hope’, is it mythical? It’s beyond me!
Why is it such a mystery to me?
Is ‘Hope’ biodegradable and sugar-free?
Why is it issued unequally, unfairly?
I can’t get any ‘Hope’, that’s a certainty,
No ‘Hope’ within by boundaries, locality,
I live in la-la land despondently…
And a part-reality, customarily,
Like others ‘Hope’ seeking, despondently,
I collect bills and demands; it’s called scripophily,
Carer Joe sorts them out for me weekly,
No offers of hope delivered to Inchy…
Finding ‘Hope’ may help propitiatingly,
‘Hope’ I get it before my necropsy!
Sorry about this Ode’s nugacity,
Call on me, & we’ll have a mug of tea,
Ice cream and/or chocolate biscuits…
I’d love a chinwag, mischievously!
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Got yesterday’s nosh photo to go on!
Well, I think it was.
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I didn’t rise until gone 0630hrs this morning. I’d had a long sleep again, broken, but not all that often. I reckon I got six hours in, and that was on the incommodious, uncomfortable, cumbrous, toe-curling, cringe-making, second or third-hand bought from the Oxfam Charity shop, Cathleen-Catheter-Tube-Crushing, hurtful for Harold’s Haemorrhoids, germ-ridden, horrendously grungy, uncomfortable, not-working recliner.
I felt a little perky when I got up and decided to clear the waste bins, etc. I
pictured & emptied the night bag. U6 rating.
Took a snap of the morning view out of the kitchenette window. I was hit by another of the odd seizures where I knew what was happening, but I was unsure why or what.

This was followed by general confusion and an almost total lack of concentration. I coughed, bringing up phlegm, and my voice went croaky. Walking, it was not easy to keep my balance.
Carer Ahman arrived. He showed concern and again wanted to phone for an ambulance. I disuaded the lad, telling him I was going to get in the bed as soon as he finished. I assured him I’d use the alarm wristlet if things didn’t improve after I’d had a kip. I’m sure we spoke of other things, but not what about? He put my diabetic socks on and gave me the medications. I got into bed while he was doing his report on his mobile phone. He also shut the curtains for me as the light in the room annoyed me for some reason. Ahman said I was not talking clearly but mumbling more; I think he said the same Sunday morning. I genuinely hope that this is not going to happen each morning. A third time, and I will have to press the alarm. I do not have the foggiest idea why this waking up and fading is happening. At least it didn’t last for long.

I bade him thanks and cheerio and settled in the bed, adjusting the settings to ensure I was not lying too flat. Comfort arrived. Yes, I did nod off for a short while. Waking up without any neck, shoulder, or leg jerkings. That in itself was nice! I was under the impression that I’d slept for a few hours because I was feeling so much better now. The wall clock told me I’d only slept for half an hour, but it did the trick.
I wasted no time in taking advantage. I went to take another kitchen window photo and used the speed mop to clean the disgustingly dirty kitchenette floor—I hope I’ve not left it sticky again. Then, I took another snap of the late morning view.

I spent ages trying to get the photos on the blog and got most of them on, but it took an aeon!

My beloved tree copse, looking thin still.
Close up of the battling for life leaves.
Even closer & higher, the crows
have not arrived yet?

Much to my amazement, Carer Joe arrived. It was already 13:25hrs! So, I assume that

Arithmaphobia Arnold had me fooled again. Maybe I’d had some non-epileptic seizures? I can’t remember having them. 
Peptac issued, I was thinking of asking for a Codeine, but with Anne Gyna being minimal bother at that time, I didn’t want to give her an excuse to kick off with her mobile stabbing pains, which make breathing a little overheavy, painful & hard work.
The unsteadiness of my balance was lingering but slowly getting less frequent. The froggy-sounding voice remains, but none of the serious stuff.

I wondered if I’d gone into the kitchen with Kodak-Tim-2 to snap the incredible view while the floor was still wet. I went to check. Now I really was confused. It must have been many hours ago when I mopped it up; there is no chance it could still be wet. What a plonker! Still, I took another shot at the pathway I could no longer get into Woodthorpe Park. Spit!

However, now things were getting better, not the croaking voice. Anne Gyna had belatedly started greeting me with her roving pains and breathing botherations. However, my dizziness and balance had improved, and I found myself singing.

Great Balls of Fire! What’s going on here?
Where have I been? What was I doing?
It’s nearly 20:00hrs already!

The Carer will be here anytime now, over the next hour or so, and I’ve not had anything to eat or done the ablutions or medicalisations yet! 
How can this be happening?

Skin on chips, a vegetable and no-meat meat pastie, pickled chestnuts & mushrooms, two wholemeal rolls to make chip butties out of, and salt & vinegar, pepper and  Soya BBQ sauce. (A little too hot for me… anybody fancy a bottle?)

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Chow!
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