Inchy: Saturday 18th November 2023 – Tsk!

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It is not a record, but it is still a pathetic oligarchical failing:  As per writing this.

03:00hrs: Worryingly deep-coloured urine today?.

The need for a good ablutionalisationing session was smelt as I passed wind, removed the nocturnal crumbs from the dressing gown, and tackled the escape. That being from the c1968, tatty, scruffy, unkempt, uncomfortable, virus, microorganism, bug, bacterium, bacillus, germ, parasite producing, and disease-fermenting second-hand, eyesorely-horrendously grungy beige-coloured, £300, charity shop bought, crumb-retaining, moth-eaten, non-working, itch-encouraging, incommodious, Haemorrhoid Harold testing, catheter tube yanking, recliner. My chicken legs were not looking any worse! Deciding on taking an early morning Sh_ _, shower and shave, I removed diabetic socks from my legs… This was … but naturally, a man of my bravery, healthiness and pain tolerance didn’t flinch and had to keep stopping to catch my breath and cursing at any time. The thought of me taking a couple of minutes sitting there to recover from my efforts is ridiculous.
My chicken legs were not looking any worse!.
Hobbling into the wet room.
I realised I was leaving dirt marks on the floor from the bottom of my slippers…
So, I had to get the slippers washed and left to dry.
It was hard work doing everyday stuff lately, but it gets more complex each day. (Hidden plea for help here… Hehe!)
Cleaning the teeth, unfortunately, left me with , and, not a little pain from the bleeding gums too. The shaving left me with several tiny cuts all around the cheekily growing stubble at the top of the back of the neck.
Showering: A Challenge I did not respond to very well this morning. The first snag was working out the best way to get the feet washed with the minimum danger of falls. I got a bowl next to the shower chair and put some Dettol disinfectant and shower gel in it. Filled it from the shower, and of course, the drain pump started chuntering away because no water was going down the drain at the time…
So cleaning the feet was a rush job. Then, I had to empty the bowl slowly to not overfill the drain flue. Then, I got out of the shower without any slipping and put the bowl away in the corner; I dare not leave it in the shower for fear of forgetting all about it and having a tumble, trip, fall, or another
While doing this, I had to divert to the As much as I was getting chilly sitting there covered in cold water, I had to wait a few seconds to recover from the efforts of encouraging the evacuation.
Getting back into and under the shower as hastily as I could once I moved…
I against the shower chair leg, and as I did this, (I know, you don’t believe me… I’m even doubtful, but the pain memories help) but, with dear giving way at just the wrong moment, she crashed into the chair arm. I got in the chair and spent considerable time recovering, just letting the water ooze over me. That was nice! I had to stand up to deal with the more intimate departments that needed attention, but this was no bother… needed no medical attention, but this was no bother… I also like this statement. I’ll repeat it; intimate departments that needed no attention! I even managed to get dried off with only one mishap: when I got the towel from the airer, I knocked it over. Got dried thoroughly and commenced the medicalisationings..
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aftershave on the neck nicks that were still bleeding.
Med Hydr Tried the new medications for this. Then, Phorpain gel was used on several areas in need of it. , with an extra bit on , as she was being a bit of a nuisance to me this, as she does most mornings.

them both next.
Did the nasal cleaning. And because of the irritation in the and the infested left eye.
Then the challenge of an everyday fear that is done with a certain degree of apprehensiveness, almost dread! Getting my nappy… diaper… Well, Protection Pants on. Which would be difficult enough without having to cope with getting them up beyond the hanging below the knee, tubed! It’s a work of art, I can tell yers! A formidable one! However, I can report for once that there were no or
of any worth mentioning. I still don’t know how I managed it without the usual pain and mishaps?

I left the bandages and straps to soak in the wet room sink. I can dry them later on. Can I use the microwave safely to do this little task? If anyone has advice for me on this, please?

I emptied the wet room waste bin and took it to the kitchenette.
Got the kettle on to make a brew but never got around to it and went brewless all day.
I didn’t even bother to try to take any early morning shots today, not with my recent abysmal record.
SudoIt’s a wonder that I’ve still got any skin left on!
I dabbed some Sudcrem on the forehead, chest and cheeks.
I’ll leave it on for a while to allow it to soak in before rubbing it in. It didn’t work well the last time I tried using it.
Should I suddenly sneeze, the dressing gown, computer keyboard and carpet are covered in lost bits of skin. Devil-of-a-job for me to get cleaned up! Tsk!

I got on with my blogging catch-up, then arrived and got a bit of a shock. HaHaHa! So did I when I noticed what she had seen; I’d forgotten to rub the Sudocrem in the face. Poor gal, what a shock for her. It’s a bad enough face to look at without the cream on the mush, making it more scary for the gal!

Grangnagles!

During one of the multitudinous failures of Oligarchal, conspiratorial, hermetical, and surreptitious, owned , I sorted the waste bins and put them near the front door.

There were still no signs of the owned internet shower’s signal returning, so I ventured into the balcony to take a shot of the end car park. The mud-slide was active this morning.
Took a view of the sky to the North.

 

 

The rain was persistent looking today.
Then, a shot of the viewhead, which is to the West.
Followed by a picture to the left, in an Easterly direction.

visited. Had a little laugh and joke before she departed.
I was getting more & more annoyed with the interruptions from Mike Fries, Chief Executive Officer and Vice Chairman of Liberty Global, who took home a $64m salary in FY2, .
I was close to giving up. Hence, I am now even further behind with this blog. 9 hours after waking, and I’m only up to here with it. I keep saying to myself that I will have to reduce the content of this blog, but I do love it when someone says they like it or get a laugh from it. I’m addicted, I suppose? There are other more suitable words than addicted, like besotted, smitten, habituated, or mayhap dependent on it, to help keep my sanity, as much as possible, escape the ever-grasping, clutching more of my brain from Cognitive Impairment Iris.

failed yet again, I went to the kitchen to photograph the view. The first one on the right didn’t seem too bad at all to me. So, I tried to get a closer shot of the houses and bottom field greenery.
Well, that didn’t work, did it?
I failed again!
Undaunted, I tried once more in a different shooting mode selected, with .
Humph! Another failure! Time to give up, methinks.
I might try again later.

I realised that I hadn’t had a meal today.
Mind you, I wasn’t hungry at all! That’s not me?

The two last calls of the day from the carers were made by…
Well, erm…Either, or, not in any particular chronological order, and or . I think. I was so worn out, tired and in need of sleep again. I think it was Christopher first, then Benjamin who got the diabetic sock off for me, I was half asleep each call.

The Can-You-Find disclosures.

TTFNski each. All the bestest!

Inchy: Wed 15 Nov23: My Sarkiness Blossomed Today!

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Another day infested with problems granted to me by the
The Virgin Media Internet connection was farcical again. At least Mike Fries, Chief Executive Officer and Vice Chairperson of Liberty Global, still gets his guaranteed take-home salary of  $62m, FY2, with bonuses and an open-ended expense account. So, it’s nice that I can get the satisfaction of knowing that my being so gullible, near to bankruptcy, stupid, incapable and mentally disturbed, gives me contentment. I get a warm glow from within, knowing that my failings and incompetencies are contributing to the money-monger, blithely unconcerned about customers, with their sham, bogus false interest in offering a workable internet, financial welfare.
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03:50hrs: The catheter nocturnal pouch was removed.

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Much later, went to make a brew of Glengettie.
The house that’s been being done up for about three months, didn’t show signs of activity.

The tea was placed near the out-of-action landline telephone, and I let it go cold.

arrived, and did a grand job of fitting the new . Medications were handed out and then the lad set about replacing the Kevla-ended for me. Shaquille did a very good job of them as well! Thanks, Shaq!

Doctor Vindla phoned on the mobile. But it was hard to hear what she was saying… and made things worse with having just gone down for about the third time, and me losing some work I’d done, and I was getting all uptight at the time she rang me. , with me not hearing her, she could now not understand me. In the end, she did say,: “Ask Carer Kara to ring me, so she can explain. I can’t understand what you are saying!” Embarrassed, I rang off. I’ll ask Kara if she calls later. I tried to find the list of things to mention… if  I actually made one, I was possibly waiting for to come again, so she could go through it with me to check I’d not missed anything? Anyway, if I had, I’d lost it.
Ah, life can be a bummer!

I was busy farting around for an hour or so, trying to get the  back online. And chimed out from the front door. I was delighted to see that it was no other arriving than the pretty, kind Obersturmbannfuhreress, Ice skating champion, florist, ILC (Independent Living coordinator), and, not to be messed with, saviour and comforter, Warden Julie.
On a rescue mission to save me yet again from my unreliable  imposed picklement, danger, fretting and getting further confused, Bless Her ♥!
She whipped a box out of the bag, to reveal a temporary box to use for the Alert Alarm replacement while I awaited the arrival of the connect device from to be delivered, to get the phone working again.
Julie fitted it in no time for me. It had go on the floor, cause the lead was not long enough to reach any furniture. I immediately clocked that this was excellent! When I take the odd tumble, I have to go on my and , with knees, with the risk of bursting to get to the alert Box anyway, so it would be easier to use it now.
Clever stuff, Julie! I fang you!

called. I explained about the Alarm situation, as told to by ILC (Independent Living Coordinator),
Oberstgrüppenfuhreress, Warden and Primo Ballerina, Deana yesterday, told the Carers that when the link comes from Oligarch-ridden arrives, the Carers must advise the Wardens of its arrival, so they can arrange to have it fitted so that the landline telephone will work again. Of course, this is subject to its actual arrival, and relies on not to make any more cock-ups that they already have made! What am I saying? The total brown-outs in the last four hours are standing at nine already.

Last week they failed to get a connection to me or browned out at least 85 times. They sent the wrong date for the fibre change that lost me and so many others the use of their Alarm Alert boxes and landlines… so expecting the number-crunching, dodgy-dealing number-crunchers at , to get anything right, is something one doesn’t get too hopeful about. Pessimistic, morelike. Hello, another update on the quality and service of here.. From who pay their cliquey, elite, select CEO $62 million a year.
Jealous? Me! Yes!

I treated myself to one of the Iceland vanilla ice cream tree suckers. I liked these; they were not sickly sweet. A nice flavour and, with my rotting teeth, is very easy to eat!

, who fitted the ankle and leg straps back this morning, did an excellent job on the. He’s got the knack, no doubt about that! Cheers, mate! As the darkness began to fall, I took this shot through the balcony doors and window from the computer chair. Well, I had plenty of time, what with more browning-outs from the figure-shuffling, illusion, deception, hocus-pocus, mumbo-jumbo, and number-crunching, .

It wasn’t letting me get the signal back, no matter what I tried this time. I cursed out loud, wishing the cacodemons would get my own back for me, and ease my hatred by painfully killing off as the Oligarchal financial entity that it has become, and the bosses at the same time. A man can dream!

I shan’t tell you about a little daydream I had whilst suffering with the painful, smelling, stinking, second evacuation session. But there’s a link in there about my thoughts, dedicated to….

FIND THE FAULT
I bet all the English folks got this one right. As you see, the driver’s half cab on his 1959 double-decker bus, was on the wrong side in the top photo. Did you notice the metal discs on the back of the seats? I think they were ashtrays and cigarette stubber-outerers? I thought this might be another Fault. As cigarettes and smoking, were not allowed in the lower saloon, upstairs only. Or, I may be wrong. It has been known. Hehe!

The potatoes had boiled sufficiently for me to get on with making a feast for myself. It took me a long time to get the flesh from the skins of the halved potatoes. Then, it took me a good hour to chop & mix them with the Cheddar and Leicester cheese, then scoop the mixture, seasoned with sea salt, Worcester sauce and black pepper, back into the husks. Next, I put them into the preheated oven and Germolened my burnt fingers, where I’d cut where I caught some fingers on the oven racking and dropped the knife, and it fell on my ankle left bone and cut the same finger as I rescued it from the floor. Then clean up the fallen and trodden on bits of flesh from the kitchen floor. By the time I’m done all this, the potatoes were checked, and found to be ready for noshing! Good job I’d put the Germolene on, cause that’s where I might have burnt myself again, taking the tray out of the kiln..
4: I nibbled a bit of the crispy potato top plating them, and it tasted so nice, that I hastened to get settled down and start eating them. I was just finishing the last one off, and the smell of burning that was coming from the kitchen

5: This told me I must have left the oven on! I grabbed the , and went to the kitchenette to investigate… As I was going in the doorway, not wearing my spectacles 6: I suffered a short . As I automatically reached to steady myself and help Metal Micky keep me upright, 7: as my hand connected with the surface and edge of the counter corner… 8: (The light was not on yet), I remembered I’d put the sausages I’d cooked on there, and forgot all about eating them, in my haste to consume the cheesy potatoes! I think it was then two of the bangers burst open and sprayed me, my dressing gown, running down the side of the cupboards and onto the floor with their contents, that I wanted to cry! The blasted was enough to break anyone’s spirits. But now, at my getting tired and weary status, I faced all the cleaning up to do! 

NOTE: Writing this, tomorrow night; yes, the acted up even more tomorrow! Do you know, I nearly deleted it? No one is going to believe that anybody can have such persistent, on-stop, unending, Voodoo or hoodoo-plagued bad luck when they read this!
I was a little puzzled myself!

I’m already 24 hours behind with the blogging.
So, until… well, if ever there is a vague chance of Working properly again, as it did when it was owned by Richard Branson… I’ll never forgive him for selling his to the plutocratic, pathetic, figure amending and altering, analysations, deconstruction, dissection and manipulativeness of their evaluations, interpretations of the real facts that exist! Yet they continue to buy into so many more internet suppliers companies or buy them out, so as to get their Oligarchal advantage; thus, they can get away with being such crap providers, cause as I see it, anyone leaving Virgin, can only move to another supplier that will own or part-own anyway!

Quote from Mike Fires, CO: Mike Fries Liberty Global delivers next-generation products through advanced fibre and 5G networks, providing over 86 million connections (That doesn’t work, but he fails to mention this in his comments!), across Europe and the UK.
Quote from Wallmine: The estimated net worth of Michael T Fries is at least $175 Million dollars as of 1 May 2023. Mr Fries owns over 215,802 units of Liberty Global plc stock worth over $28,917,283 and over the last 10 years, he sold LBTYK stock worth over $22,634,655. In addition, he makes $123,254,000 as Vice Chairman of the Board, President, and CEO at Liberty Global plc. Oh, I am pleased for the Oligarch!
Well, that’s a new record for him. Well done, Mike! (Spit)
He’s left hundreds of people in care without any alarm lines and telephones, too. Tomorrow, today’s count of failures was dwarfed by shame; he more than doubled it!

I am Fed Up! Tsk!

Inchy: Saturday 11th November 2023

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Here is a quick rundown on things amiss…
No one has appeared about the telephone and alarm not working. I’m not sure if anyone has been informed yet.
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& are both unhappy and complaining the only way they know how.
was in complete and total control of every one of the . (Three up to now)
I burnt a finger on the oven getting the potatoes out… having left them on all night. Luckily, on the low oven heat setting. I dropped several off the tray, lost my balance, bent down to pick them up and trod on a few. They almost blew up into tiny bits like soot, and the floor had to be cleaned. But the bruise on my head, when I hit it on the cupboard corner is clearing up nicely now.
Pathetically, I was too nervous to get a shower and shave. Due to fear of a tumble, trip or whatever, and having no way of summoning help now the telephone & the alarm systems are down. Most of the s I have, happen in the wet room. Showering or shaving. Tsk! Whimp!
who put the on for me; I thought he had done an excellent job. But the left one came undone, and I all but took a tumble, treading onto the flapping bit with the Teflon. Bloody good job, I didn’t cause I’d be stuck on the floor waiting until the next carer’s call! Phew! Bit of luck there!
made the second call. What a treasure. After mentioning the telephone and alarm problem to the gal, she took the machines to pieces and then rang a number she found for the supplier. Next, she looked at the batteries in each device and put new ones in the telephone, but it still didn’t work, as didn’t the alarm box. Lovely of her to care. I’d be lost without Kara & Joe-Anne. The people she rang said they would investigate the problem. So went the day up until 16:30hrs, and I’m just starting this blog. I fank You!
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04:00hrs: I reluctantly semi-woke-up up and forced myself out of the £300, second-hand, decrepit, Haemorrhoid Harold-testing, sleep-deterring, nauseatingly beige-coloured, not-working, recliner, bent down to take off the . I should have read the signs of foreboding, really, with all my experience of cock-ups and . As I raised my gargantuan bellied mass up onto my poorly damaged legs, the Nocturnal Nibbling signs, gave way, and the broken pieces of the cheese curls bounced from the recliner onto the carpet as my bum and overweighted body involuntarily dropped back onto the chair cushioning, along with the TV remote control  – I have yet to discover where precisely that it landed.
I’d not done yet… oh no!
As I was taking off the pouch, guess what happened? Go on… Alright, I’ll tell yers.
A short but painful began. Enough to cause a against the metal chair wheel. I merely laughed it all off, of course. Removed the pouch and had an unsuccessful search for the TV remote control.

I hobbled into the kitchen, now intent on taking some good photographs through the kitchenette window of the early morning view on offer. As you can see, they were not particularly good.
While putting the kettle on, I realised I had not taken my mobile phone or even.
One of the sticks with me. So I returned to the front room to collect them both. It was a very sensible move to keep the mobile with me at all times while the Help Alarm was not working. I got my, but could I find the mobile phone? No!
How can all this lousy luck happen to me? That was a mammoth, obviously silly question!.
I placed the waste bags into two larger ones near the front door.
Then I started a Sherlock Holmesian investigation into where the TV remote and Nokia phone were hiding from me. Starting with the front room, naturally. An hour or so later, I’d already found the Nokia. It was in plain sight on the ottoman tray, next to the soda and toNokianic bottles, of which I have to drink four litres minimum a day. Theoretically, so as to assist the flow of urine from the infected bladder out into the day or nocturnal pouches. It’s not working. And, nor was my super-modern Nokia 9 Pureview Mobile, with its Android (Pie) updatability, Corning Gorilla Glass 5, Octa-Core Gold CPU, 4K@30fps, 1080p@30fps, HDR video, USB Type-C 3.1, %x12 MP. 28mm Camera, Bluetooth, Fingerprint (under display optical), accelerometer, gyro, proximity, compass, barometer, Li-Po 3320 mAh, non-removable, fast charging 18W, Quick Charge 3.0, USB Power Fast wireless charging 10W – Qi Battery mobile phone when I found it where I first looked for it, in the first place.
The photo gives it away, dunnit? Hehehe!

As with all the visits today, no doubt about it, was ruling the proceedings 100%.
The evacuation performance, I would estimate, took about a minute all in.
The cleaning up afterwards cost me nearly a whole roll of toilet paper and at least fifteen minutes of grafting to clean up each time!

This early morning shot of the balcony windows shows how cold it was today to start with, anyway.

At 09:30hrs, Carer Chris arrived and got me the leg and ankle straps. Issued the medications, had a drinkie, which I insisted upon, and shot off on his rounds.

Odeing then blogging tackled, but it was the usual error-ridden affair for several hours. Think I spent an equal amount of time correcting things.

The sun made it through suddenly, and I hastened to get my and take this shot of the end car park for your perusal. No rain today, as is shown by the lack of the mudslide.

, although I now think it should be spelt Joe-Anne, arrived in good spirits. This is when she kindly did some investigative work on the telephone problem and rang the suppliers to ask for help, for me. ♥

PM Clouds are beautiful!
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An hour later, darker.
Half an hour later, with the sun having a last bash at getting through… Still lovely, though.

I bet you spotted this one?
Easy-peazy! Haha!

Took these as I got the potatoes in the oven.
I did spot something of interest. There seemed
to be a cloud, either rising from the ground or going down to the ground. I took a zoomed shot
Yep. it might be a chimney? I’d love to know. I’ll try to remember to have a look tomorrow.

Better get the nosh prepared now.
Taste-~Rating: 7.3/10.

Washing the pots, I took this late-night shot from the kitchenette window… leaving the hot water tap running to go cold as I did so. I cursed myself a few times and almost spat in disgust at my regular occurring tap-leaving on!

I added this one in the morning. I think I used it before but didn’t get any responses then.
I can recall them all.
Not that I could afford them often, but the Cadbury’s Neopolitan Flat Twenty were my favourites.
Followed by the Punch Bar.

Have a Great Day!

Inchy: Saturday 28th October 2023 Massive Memory Blank

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Much improved colour now I’ve got some of the nocturnal Catheter pouches to use!

The carer took this shot of the leg when changing the straps & long diabetic socks.

The leg and ankle straps are laid out and ready to be used tonight. Must get the laundry done, and the waste bags have not been taken & I keep forgetting to ask the Carers to take both for me. Tsk!

The first-morning view photo.

Two hours later, a little misty.

Another hour and a change again.
End car park view.

Computer on, blogging started.

Late morning through the balcony.

Amazing clouds.

It was a late try from the sun to get through the clouds.


Early evening cloud views.
Wonderful!

Late evening clouds.

OUT OF IT MIND BLANK
Unbelievable! I lost about five hours of memory!
When I rebooted the memory, I recall going into the kitchen tosee what to have for tonight’s nosh. And vaguely of the Carer Calling. Carer Chloe, I think. However, I’d done a lot of artwork on CorelDraw in preparation for tomorrow’s blog, and many templates had been made. Cannot recall doing any of them, but they are all on file on the Admin page of WordPress?
I looked at one, and it had errors that even I should have spotted when creating it – naturally, I’d made the same mistake on all of them! Grrr! pillock

I think I did an Asda order for next Tuesday… I’d better check. Yep!

It’s not the Worst Day of the year, but one of my oddest!

Cheery-Bye!

Inchy: Fri 27 Oct 2023 Feeling a bit better – I may regret saying that!

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Mist Morning

Made the first of the two mugs of proper tea permitted to me. Of course, I am allowed as many mugs of the spit-producing, tasteless crappy decaffeinated tea as I like; but I don’t like it at all. It tastes like medicines did many years ago… but blander, yet leaves a bitter taste. Urgh!

Photo from the kitchen window.
Complete with a reflective flash-flash!

Later on, a view of the massed car park.

Arrived. There is no need to do the leg & ankle straps; the nurse is calling today. I hope. We had a natter and laugh while she did my medications.

Titivated the kitchenette a smidgen and sorted the waste bags out. Then, a quick sweep up.

A new gal to me. Soon, I got the diabetic socks off and medicated the one still leaking papule for me. Then, I got the fresh socks and leg and ankle straps fitted.
All done & dusted!

Made the second call of the day. He recognised my angst about the texts and emails being sent to me asking for the meter reading. I’ve no idea which numbers they need.
After looking at the meter,  Victor decided they did not need a meter reading, as it was automatic? Thanks, Victor. 

Busy day today. As I was on the computer doing my blog, the door chime rang out . I thought it was the next Carer coming early and waiting for them to show themselves in the room. Then a second was heard. I couldn’t get to the door in time for whoever it was, and then… noticed inside the door on the waste bin box, the ‘s!
Great news! Now, hopefully, the urine colouring will improve. Four nights without any, have made the bladder evacuations very dark and stinky! Hurrah! These were of the old type, not bother much, but fiddlier if I have the shakes or cramps when I have to fit or release them.

The Tomato-Slicing Tarradiddle: .
I decided to get some tomatoes sliced and put them in the fridge to use later. I’ve a little tip here for fellow PN sufferers about slicing tomatoes.

It is best not to leave your fingers in the way of the knife! Especially take care of stabbing yourself down the nail of the digit mentioned above. It hurts.
To add insult to injury, to put it, the tomatoes were foul and bitter-tasting! Examining the pack, I espied they were Spanish. Had I noticed this when I bought them from the Co-op store on Mansfield Road when on my way to the Covid jab, I would not have touched them. Humph! They got dished after all that hassle! Tsk!

Did the midday call. He was concerned about me not getting the bedroom cleared. Pointing out that the bladder will never improve until I do so. He asked if he could ask if he could have a go at it for me. I pointed out that his company are not insured to do this, so he can’t oblige. He did an excellent job of getting the straps on the legs & ankles fitted. He has a knack for doing these complicated strappings.

The night was falling earlier now.
But still a certain beauty to the view.
A pareidolian picture indeed.

I made the meal of the day…
Mushrooms, savoury French Fries and no-meat meat slices in gravy. A pot of children’s jelly to follow. Well!

This meal did not stop me from waking up in the morning with more than a few empty Cheesy Curl packs in the bin!
GUILTY!

TTFNski!

Inchy: Tue 24 Oct 2023 Topsy Turvey Today!

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This Moon shot, was taken by Tim Price,
Is more than very nice…
He’s brilliant, camera-wise,
I’ll further extemporise…
He doesn’t need to attitudinise,

To be as good is one of my desires,

His photography does dynamise!
Jealous? Me? I could diphthongise!
Just thought this photo should be diarised!

 Grrreat Shot, Tim!

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I’ll just write about the highlights, and mention about any photos I took. A worry-my-guts-out day!

In the kitchen, all dark and black, and saw some moving lights in the bottom field. I tried to get a decent shot, but it was not to be. Here they are, though.
Can you guess what the lights were?
The green lights were mand torch.
The red light was attached to his little dog’s collar.
What a brilliant idea!

Sorted out the waste bags.


Arrived, and he took off the diabetic socks and put on the leg and ankle straps. He’s getting good at doing this! He listened as I moaned on about all the things not getting done. He kindly rang the chemists for me, to arrange for the Covid jab to be done again.
Tomorrow morning at 09:55hrs. So no sleep again for me tonight. I daren’t, cause this means I have to get up in time to allow myself two hours to get the ablutions and dressed done in time for me to catch the bus into Sherwood. He then rang the Age Concern about the room being cleared. Nothing was arranged, but he said they would get back to me in a week or so and let me know if they can do it and what it is likely to cost me.
Great help, thanks, Benjamin! 👍

Literally!

Surprised that the end car park mudslide was sizeable.

Computing.

arrived. She was doing the domestic as well, now that Denise has departed the job. Nice gal.

The Asda order arrived.
Baking powder, bottles of water, tonic, soda, and some canned soups were unloaded, & put away.Aha, my favourite bikkies, they were on Special Offer!
Some more eye pads for Blepharitis and dry eye conditions. Cleans glasses well, too.

I did notice that the seasoned French Fries were on offer; so much off if you bought two packets. I decided not to, cause I didn’t know if I was even going to like them, so ordered just one packet… Or so my tormented ruled brain thought!
I’d bought four packs!
There was no way these were going to fit into my freezer!
I went through the food and got rid of some short and the out-of-date food, to make room to get things in. I ended up dishing two of the four bags of chips!
It took me ages, and was just about to take the bags to the chute when the District Nurse arrived.
Had a job finding the plasters for covering the wounds, but she did in the end.
Refitted the coverings, and we had a little natter, and, if I recall correctly, a laugh! Lovely!

After about three more hours of computing, the Oligarch’s failures stood at…

called for the evening visit. At the time, I was having a few twitchings and losses of balance. I just hope they clear up before I have to go for the Covid jab in the morning… Plllease! Had a little natter.

The second and last brew of Glengettie.

Getting darker earlier now.
Bootiful view, though.

Number three of the day!

Still computing…

Late evening views.
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Taken from the kitchenette window, from the left to the right… or, maybe it was the right.

Cheers!

Inchy: Sunday 22nd Oct 2023: Shaving, Washing, Medicating = suffering!

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Thank heavens, a few scrawled notes and some photographs were available to try and create this diary in hopes that not too much will have been lost to my infected memory. Because this Sunday was one of the worst ever for two things… One: The vagueness, impreciseness, befuddlement, constant mental confusion, empty-headedness.
TWO: The flaky face and legs may be due to Atopic Dermatitis Eczema, Eczema craquelé (generally only affects people over 70 years of age.) Neuro-Acne,  Neurodermatitis, Dyshidrosis Dermitisis, Acne,  Seborrheic Dermatitis, Nummular-Dermatitis, Xerotic Eczema, Stasis Dermatitis, Xerotic Eczema, and Papular Eczema,  Which seems a likely suspect for my facial problems, and Stasis Dermatitis, for my legs? Yes, I’ve been Googling again. Hehe! I looked up the Craquelure (Eczema Craquelé): It can result from drying, shock, ageing, or a combination. (More Googling)

I’ve tried the Sudocrem© and Olive Oil treatments. But it’s just as bad as ever; later on, it decorated the new dressing gown with droppings of loose skin minutes after getting the gown on after my ablutions!

After rising nervously from the grip of the £300 second-hand shop bought, c1966, moth-eaten, bedraggled, cringingly-beige-coloured, grotty, dilapidated, crumb-containing from my nocturnal nibblings, bug-ridden, itch-inspiring, not working recliner, it was off to the wet room .

An awfully long time was spent in there this morning, too! With the cleaning up from the evacuation aftermath, with the concomitant pains accrued, from the bending to clean it all up, the splashes, spraying, and rebounds. The worst affected were , both knees & , & .

Where started. Perhaps a better word, and it was one too!
1) I’d struggled and somehow got both leg and ankle straps removed; that took me about 20 minutes to achieve. And will never be attempted again by yours indeed! Talk about pain; that’s not a strong enough word!
2) The teggie-cleaning took just two minutes. Stopping the gums from bleeding needed much longer.
3) Shaving. (I’ve used an old photo here, but the cuts were surprisingly similar.) The neck, cheek and chin were nicked with the four-blade-razor but were easily stopped with a splash of Brut stinging but effective Brut aftershave. (Can you see the eczema coming on? This photo was taken about 2 weeks ago).
4) were washed and medicated.
Germoloid Ointment was gently applied, with instant relief being the outcome. Phew!
5: Washing, then medicating poor little . I must get some more Germolene ordered!
6: Sounds like a simple job this next one – but Oh, No! Not with my regiment of ailments, it isn’t. Especially when trying to get a pair of the Morrisons PPs (Protection Pants) on. You see, my right leg has the , as well as the dodgy . The right leg (Well, they both are) is also gifted with a visa  . Each foot had an . Socially-minded occupies each knee along with Cartilage girls Chloe & Carole. Naturally, there’s always, often more than once diurnally, , which can turn and off at will, confusing the brain completely – which tries to respond but does it with best guesses. I’m not kidding; there are times I’ve burnt a finger in the oven, and I felt nothing but could smell something burning (that would usually be a finger) until I looked at it, and the brain gets the message and passes it on to me about the pain, then it hurts like hell! Hahaha! I’d love to have a discussion with others who have PN. I read their letters on the HealthUnlocked site on the web. But have never read about anyone else getting this particular trait. I assume the diagnosis was right… but could it be something else I’ve got?

The sheer weight of the retaining fluids makes both limbs heavy to lift. PPs… Oh, I lost the plot there; I got carried away; sorry, I’m back to blogging.
If I’d got a microphone in the wet room, you’d have heard a bit of cursing, arghing, and swearing as I struggled to get the pants on! But I did it! .
7: Then, just the slippers and dressing gown to get on. “Just,” he says! I moved into the front room to get the slippers on to be safer. Which proved to be an excellent idea! Until… : Using the long shoe horn, I manoeuvred the end into the slipper, and standing on the extra-dodgy right leg, moved the left foot towards the slipper… At the optimum time to get me over, I gave way, and down I went… but at this stage, I’d like to blow my own trumpet – which is not easy, cause I don’t have one, Haha! I was impressed with my taking the precaution of entering the front room now!
I fell backwards into the c1966, £300, second-hand charity-shop bought, crumb-containing, odour-retaining, Harold’s Haemorrhoid-testing, nauseatingly beige coloured, non-working, virus-breeding recliner. That was better than going onto the floor! Mind you, started bleeding and had to be cleaned and medicated again.

That took me that long; the afternoon Carer arrived as I put on my dressing gown. I can’t tell how long it took me chronologically cause the battery in the wet room clock had died. I reckon it was close to three hours!
I can’t go on like this without some further costly help.

Waste bags.

It’s a wickedly lousy shot of the end car park.

The front view is not good either. Tsk!

The last banana and the best of the bunch, bought from Iceland. Only 25% of it was bruised.

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Are these bits floating in the wee-wee extracted from the catheter day bag, parts of my Prostate?

Evening shot from the kitchen window.

Later, the sun disappears…

Oh, dear, the legs didn’t look too good this morning.
(I just found the lost SD card).
Right leg on the left and visa-versa.
But betterer than yesterday!

One of Inchy’s famous mystery photos?

The end car park mudslide has nearly all gone.

Got a late meal. Of sorts, I just wasn’t interested much. I wanted much more to get some sleep in.
Didn’t enjoy this one at all.
The bin got most of it.
My fault!
Flavour-Rating: 2¼/10!

Washing the pots, and had to go for an early morning visit to the
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What a change from this morning?

Down into the £300 second-hand shop bought nine years ago, c1966, discomfiting, alarmingly beige-coloured, crumb-containing, TV remote hiding, not working recliner.
In search of Sweet Morpheous!

But, No!
A totally unexpected series of gurgles from the inners, and I groped my way out of the £300, second-hand, musty, Haemorrhoid Harold Testing, cringingly beige, crumb-covered, not-working, rickety recliner.
Off to the wet room. En route, , right against the door corner and right into my
There was no time for pain; the rear end was struggling to prevent a premature evacuation from occurring. Just as well, I didn’t stop. Even more amazingly…
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Another reversal of evacuation modes?
It beats me: what is going on?

Cleaned up and got my head down again…
Soon drifted off, but not for long. The return of commencing his harassment, tugging at my guilt and errors… The Git!

I feel blessed for being so lucky as wot I am!

INCHY: Monday 4th September 2023 – Mentally intensated

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My eyes were hurting when I woke up with a jerk. Before getting the night pouch off the catheter, I’d taken two naughty, but effective strong Nurofen tablets. I keep some near the £300 second-hand shop bought, c1966. moth-eaten, bedraggled, cringingly-beige-coloured, grotty, dilapidated, crumb-containing from my nocturnal nibblings, bug-ridden, itch-inspiring, not working recliner, on the Ottoman, within reach. By the time I’d got the pouch off and made a brew, the pain had eased a lot from the right eye… not the left though. I didn’t take any more naughty painkillers, cause the Carer will be here to give me some Paracetamol & Codeine. Don’t want to overdo things. I’m not saying KI wasn’t tempted to, though.
A highlight of pleasantness arrived in the form of Nurse Hristina from the DVT Anticoagulation Clinic to take some blood for INR analysis. The poor thing sounded like she had a sore throat. Bless her cotton socks. Such a lovely kind lady.
Carer Chris arrived. Eyes and medications issued. Started the blogging update, and it happened yet again, even as early as this. Carer Victor did the midday and early evening calls. The weariness and tiredness dawned, and I went off on the Ode word-finding mission that took me hours and hours. KI just couldn’t stop; the brain seemed to be blinkered?

A bad start got worserer. And yet, when I semi-recovered my grasp on things, I was so cheerful about it.
No time or instinct for taking photos, although I did take a few. Carer Victor took some of the evening sky for me. But through the balcony windows

The night pouch is nice & fullish, a good colour.

Sorted the waste bags into one.
The scratches on the wall, came from when I fell over getting the bags in position and the walking stick hit the paintwork..

Sported out some bladder-filling bottles.

A mug of Glengettie went down well.

Evening Carer Victor arrived, and eye drops and medications were done. He took these snaps through the balcony glass.

I finished the blog and sent it off.

Made up several templates, which was time-consuming, but I was pleased I got them done. A long job and I made many mistakes in doing it. No doubt I’ll find more when I use them.

Turning of now, so weary, and the flaming eye seems to get worse as the night approaches.
Back in the morning, all being well, like. Haha!

Roving Reporter Inchy (well, moving occasionally around the flat anyway), is back with this catch-up report.

Carer Victor arrived, waking me from a period of sleep, that was free of interference from . A precious rarity that, of course, they returned the instant I nodded off after getting down in the after Victor had departed.
Medications were issued, the night pouch readied, eye drops put in, and he helped me get the chips out of the oven and onto the plate for consumption. (Is that the right word?)

The chips were burnt to my favourite crispiness; well, with my shortage of teeth, they can be sucked at. Haha!Yellow tomatoes, and soy balls. Flavour-Rating: 8.2/10!

Down on the c1968, non-operational, tatty, scruffy, unkempt, uncomfortable, germ-breeding, Harold Haemorrhoid-Testing, sickenly beige-coloured, crumb covered recliner, in search of sleep. But, it was not to be!
Made sure of that! I was getting s smidge wee’d off with this and got up to wash the food things.
Glad that I did now; the evening sky had a great hue to it. I fetched Kodak Keith and tried my best to get a decent shot of the view on offer. was bothersome. She had been all day really come to think of it, and when I was getting settled at the window, kicked off, too.

My first photographicalisationing shot came out wobbly-shaky, to say the least. But it was different if nowt else…
A never-been-known for months, determination rose from within my demented afflicted brain. I was not going to give up this time! My resolve cost me a lot of time. Getting gently wedged on the window locking block, I tried again to take a better picture… but no, it came out terrible again. So, putting some paper towels behind the block, to help keep the botherations from and to a minimum, I tried again…
Aha, that one came out betterer. For me, anyway.

Back in the aged, grotty-looking c1966 made, charity-shop-bought, horribly beige-coloured, £300, Harold-Haemorrhoid-testing, non-operational, acne-giving, virus-breeding, rickety, easy-to-fall-out-of recliner.
To my utter pleasure and delight, there was no interference from . I had a few mini-dreams; they were each doom-ladened, depressing, confusing themes.

TTFNski, all!

Saturday 2nd September 2023 – Coping Nequiently

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Sundown
Close-up of the Sun

Multi-shaded tootsies

The second meal of the day – A rarity?

So many ailments attacking today. The most annoying and bothersome one was without a doubt; . For constant sheer pain, and causing me balance loss. The above-average ones were , and . With support from & a particularly persistent kept failing.
An awful lot of jobs that I could not handle were being left undone. How I’ll ever catch up is beyond me.
The Domestic did not turn up for her hour of cleaning; she’s catching up with her due holidays she told me two weeks ago, so no blame there. The flat is getting untidy now, and beginning to look uncared for. A messy carer’s desk with bits of tablet packaging residue on the carpet. But it’s too dodgy for me to start bending and cleaning in the state I’m in. Sarah the City-Care OT, sent me an email, telling me not to bend down, amongst other advice:

Mission impossible for some of the suggestions. How can the carers find time or staff to help me clear the room? They can’t supply the domestic now. They’ve had to cut down the hour, to half an hour, of financial assistance. It is the holiday period now; the poor devils are struggling. Staff are taking their breaks when they can, before the time runs out, can’t be helped mind you. I know how difficult it is, being in the same position when I was Security Controller at Sawley Security, a nightmare! Mission Impossible for them as well, re this guidance.  Everything is getting behind schedule, and my already dilapidated memory is suffering; I’m trying to catch up, and things get further behind. Now, the eyes & hearing have joined forces & stopped me from doing things. Hey-Ho!
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I’d spent nine hours updating this blog. Too many brown-outs from you know who…
This time, I lost all the stuff I’d done today!.
So I’ve lost heart here are some bits, mostly photos!

Morning moon.
Closer.

McCains…

Ha!

Sunset
Close-up, not so good

Tootsies.

Nosh. 6/10.

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INCHY: Friday 1st September 2023 – Scaevity Continues!

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Many problems in getting everyday things done. They were affected by things genitourinary, with the genitourinary problems. The flow kept changing and needing attention, emptying and checking every few minutes!  The hot water went cold again – I think the maintenance was working on the system, as a lot of noise could be heard throughout the day from above, which stopped around 16:00hrs. So, no wash and shave again. I dare not risk carrying hot water about with my eyes so bad, and of course, there is always the threat of an attack by an ailment? , , , , or even a chance of bleeding, which could mean a hasty rush to the wet room with the possibility of another tumble or trip. I have to admit to being a little nervous; the views from the left eye keep changing into a sort of blurred kaleidoscope-like vision. Often giving me the impression that someone is in the room with me. 

But the Surgeon did warn me of this, but it’s a disturbing facet. No doubt the reason this left eye cataract procedure is more painful & bothersome, is that the right eye had one cataract, but this little monkey had three! One Cortical and two Nuclear. Wondered why they gave them this name? Hehe!Saw the funny side of this!

Phone calls from the Anticoagulation DVT Unit, the Doctors Surgery, with the results of INR Warfarin Test at the Hospital yesterday; and a change in Warfarin dosage. Also reminded me that I had not booked in for a flu jab yet!  Which I attached to the Carers book cover. He wanted me to call at the surgery, for a fact-updating visit? After I explained my problems with getting to the surgery, he said that the nurse would call me on Monday or Tuesday next week. Forgot which!

The most welcome call from Nurse Hristina, from the DVT (Deep Vein Thrombosis) Anticoagulation unit at the Queens Medical Centre, and pictures of her face as she told me she would be calling on Monday or Tuesday next week to take more blood samples. Gawd she’s such a caring beauty! ♥. Damn, my being born too late! Hahaha!

There were a few occasionally throughout this Friday’s happenings. I missed the mug altogether when putting the water in the tea mug. Lucky, though, only a mess to clear up. Somehow, the hot water missed landing on my bare feet altogether. Yes, nothing short of a miracle that one! The nasty one was going into the wet room, the eye misjudged the distance from the door frame, and I now have a little swelling behind the left earhole where I earhole-butted the door. This also caused more pain in the affected eye. Aye, it’s not all good luck. Tsk! Later on, I missed the computer desk altogether with a bottle of spring water! That was another semi-harrowing and annoying event. This bottle landed right on my At least it didn’t burst open! I did however manage to add another of my to the list; when I got down to pick up the bottle, getting back up, I , and that made me smart a bit, just after it had been assaulted by the bottle. Then… I realised that , forced me into the wet room. Forgetting that I needn’t have bothered, because I’m now completely out of any of the Daktacort ointment… as I am of Germoloids and Olive Oil for the ear-holes! Things were not going very well! Of course, being the confident, Glass-Half-Full, cheerful nature that I am, this didn’t bother me at all… I laughed it off! Within an hour of starting the blogging, I realised I would be in difficulty; the eye strain was bad enough. But the flipping drops need doing four times a day, which means taking off the eye patch and mass of taping that held it in place for the drops, then starting again to get the thing in a position so I could use the good eye for computing, without putting pressure on the pad. This didn’t work out very well at all. The pad slipped repeatedly, and I spent ages getting them back on, only for a carer to come and take it off, to apply the drops. They couldn’t help me with replacing the patch and glasses, cause of the danger of them catching my eye. Understandable!
The sudden being overcome by weariness and tiredness came even soon
er today. I made an early meal, ate it and drifted off.
Woken by the teatime caller. Left the eye patch off after that, too weary to bother, as all I planned to do was sleep. Which lasted for three hours. The Carer returned a little early, not that it matters, woke me up and put the in the eye, Painkillers were issued, and the was attached to the day bag on
Then, at last, I could get some sleep without fear of being woken up… But, No! Of course not! I should’ve known this… Within seconds of dropping off into the bliss of sleep… then, the started! These ideas, thoughts and self-accusations even caught me out… Some were from 72 years ago! I’d totally forgotten about many of the waves of shame, embarrassment and mistakes I’d made, but, they were recalled by , he was in right getting-at-me mood tonight! So many things I’d sooner have regurgitated, flowed into my mind, many unfathomable and or confusing. Along with those from so long ago… Guilt Mode Engaged!
 
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Photos & recollections, didn’t do too many, not up to much

04:20hrs: The night pouch was released. A bit darker today!

Kitchen to get the kettle on. Dank-looking morning view of the bottom field, across from the flats

But they took some moving in the first place…
I even did some cross-wording before things plopped out!

Back to make the brew, and got on the computer. Not that I could see much, and things took aeons to get done.

Mystery photo, here?

Gave up computing after doing the introduction. My vision was not good, and my concentration was even worse I think. Sat down with my feet up
Just about settled enough to get some sleep, and Carer Chris arrived.
Took his BP, excellent results. SYS114, DIA67 Pulse78 & Temp 37.8c. Showed up on the NHS result as ‘IDEAL’. Good for Chris! Me? Jealous? No!

After Chris had gone, I went back on the computer again.
As I got up, I noted the legs were better looking… I think.
Love those white tootsies! Hehehe!

Early nosh sorted out. Franks, tomatoes with added basil and sea salt. The last two bread rolls, Panini, I think they were called. Loads of air bubbles inside? Taste: 7/10.

Had to give up again on the computer; the tiredness and weariness came on early again, just as yesterday.

Soon nodded off, and a heck of a nightmare; that seemed to last a lifetime was experienced. It made no sense; one moment I was climbing up a steep hill, then falling and sliding down a hill of shingle… into a canal and as I was drowning, I found myself in an underground cave, with weird creatures chasing me all over the place, making giggling noises. They were only very little and skinny, but I was afraid of them? Then the whole scenario started again, the same them but a different canal. The next time it played in my brain, the little people were ginormous… a subtle change every time it replayed.
Can’t remember how many times I went through it. But there seemed to be no end to the storyline. It just seemed to restart the reel in my head, with subtle changes to each earlier episode I dreamed of. All without any outcome to the tales of woe. Does anyone have any ideas or input, please? Am I going bonkers? Or, should say, bonkerser?

Carer Chris arrived for his last call of the day, waking me up. Fitted the night bag, painkillers given, and eye drops done. I did the lotioning. We had a little natter, that I didn’t follow very well… not that it mattered, he was Facebook on his phone. Hahaha!

I soon nodded of again, hoping the repeat dream would return… I wish it had now; kicked off, and really ruined any chance of a good kip.

I found this photo pm the SD card. I must have missed this one off, too, from yesterday, methinks.
From last night’s ‘Heartbeat’ methinks?

Some more photos to go on tomorrow, eyes and Peripheral Neuropathy Pete, permitting. It’s nearly midnight now, better get this posted.

Have a great day!
Гарного дня!
Miłego dnia!
Гарного дня!
すてきな一日を!
Havu bonan tagon!
Cael diwrnod gwych!
Qué tengas un lindo día!
Ich wünsche ihnen einen wunderbaren Tag!

TTFN, All!