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I revelled in appreciation for the 4 unbroken hours of a deep, satisfying, heavenly sleep last night. Then I suddenly jerked awake so violently that I all but fell off of the bed!
Became aware that
, with her fellow ailment
both kicking of by way of a morning greeting. This was at about 04:00hrs, and I resettled into a comfortable position to nod off back to sleep. But it wasn’t to be. The shaking awake had stirred my loins and brain, making any chance of kipping again impossible.
So, I decided to get up and have a stand-up wash and shave. ‘The best-laid plans of mice and men!’
I removed the nocturnal catheter pouch, went to the wet room to empty it, and safely packed it into the waste bag.
Then, I felt the need for the
Porcelain Throne. Thanks to
‘s attention, the last two morning’s efforts failed. I spent ages waiting and hoping things would activate. I went through the usual routine: I had a go at the crossword puzzle, couldn’t get any clues solved, and moved to an earlier uncompleted crossword (I’ve many of them in the book). I counted the cracks in the ceiling and found 22 today.
I gave up in the end. But I’d spent so long in the wet room, praying, painfully pushing in efforts tp prompt things into action and failed, that it was too late to get a shower because it is liable that a Carer would call on me. I’m not sure if I read the clock correctly when I shot awake cause if it was what I thought, it meant I’d been in the wet room for over an hour and a half! Surely not? But knowing me… making mistakes, misreading,
forgetting, losing, confusing time, articles, dates, etc., does come to me naturally nowadays.
This cannot be denied.
I tidied the bed and had an
. I knocked the box with the camera gear off of the bed table. I landed on my ingrowing toenail.
I went into the balcony with Kodak Two and took photos of the early morning views. I can’t explain the bonus hue on the right of photo two.
The next one seemed to have larger stars in the sky. This Kodak does not have a night-time or through-glass option for me to use. Sob!
As I started to finish off last night’s Inchy Today blog, the bowels’ innards movements had me hastening hobblingly back to the wetroom. Unfortunately, the catheter tube pulled on little Inchie as I stood up. Arrgh!
This visit was almost a repeat of the last one, a complete failure. But I didn’t spend so long trying to force the unenforceable to flow.
I washed up and returned to the computer to finalise yesterday’s blog. I finished it and posted it off good and early for once.
As I was starting to work on this blog,
arrived and got the diabetic socks on for me. Medicationalised me, too.
The work on this blog was now taking me ages. The double-vision came on so much earlier today. I should have been aware of my getting up so early. Humph!
Then the
kicked-in big time. So
for an hour or so, I was on the verge of pressing my alert alarm. It seemed to affect me every few minutes, but not for any length of time.
Domestic Marie arrived. She hoovered up and titivated the kitchenette.
Then Carer Kimberley, who was doing the midday and financial help calls, arrived. Of course, Carer Karer is my official representative, so Kimberly could not help me contact the bank or insurance people I needed to sort. I hope Kara’s on holiday and not poorly.
I gave up on this blog. It was not working, with my concentration broken with the callers and the mini-mind blanks. I tried to get some Cartoons sorted out for the blogs.
Change of heart. I made an Iceland order for the weekend. I also ordered some medications, a big tub of food grade Bi-Carbonate Soda, and a cleaning box of the same. This will eliminate me from having to use rob-dogs Asda ever again. Medications are coming today; the rest will be on Thursday.
I searched for suitable, funny cartoons to make CorelDrawable and use. I’ve spent hours getting a few cartoons done. One in particular Tim and Dog may like on WordPress. I’m putting it on the blog on August 24th. I hope it tickles them.
The medication tracker was viewed again three hours later and is one call away. Hurray!

Now, I’m the next stop.
Can’t wait to get the teeth sprayed…
The top two split ends of the front teeth are going black now. Four on the bottom right and one on the top row are painful. But after spraying on this painkiller, the pain lessened a smidge almost straight away. I’m nervous about using too much with all the regular medications; it might affect something else.
Darer Carer and then Carer Precious arrived.
I took this shot of the front car park on Chestnut Way. I’m not
sure when.
The end car park was photographed next. Both from the balcony.
Then, off I trotted to the wet room and Porcelain Throne. Half an hour later, and in more tremendous pain than earlier, I gave up again. “Will Inchy ever have an evacuation again?” Hehehe! I’ve a trick to try that might help for tonight, Chilli-con-carne?
I asked the Carer to read the instructions on the ready-made Chilli meal for me, and wrote down the timing for the microwave to use later. 3½ minutes – I minute rest and then 3 more minutes.
Much to my surprise, when I got back into the main hotel room, I noticed that it had been raining, but there were no signs of any other than on the deck. That shower didn’t last for long. We need more… It’s not often that we can say that in the UK.
I prepped the chilli meal in the microwave, and it had some chips in it. I also added some defrosted bread to soak up the extra gravy I made and added to it. Nothing wrong with the flavour at all. But the chips were too hard for the teggies, and the peppers got to exposed nerve ends a few times. Of course, I just laughed it off.
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I washed the pots up and got down into the itch-creating, bruise-giving, catheter-tube-tugging, crumb-decorated from my nocturnal nibbling, God-awfully uncomfortable, cringingly grotty, no longer working, dirty beige, anti-sleep designed, c1966, second-hand bought for £300 ten years ago from the charity
shop, recliner. To watch an episode of ‘Heartbeat’.
I managed to last for about five minutes and nodded off into the depths of Sweet Morpheus.
And I woke to immediate panic… Panic? Why? I’ll tell you. Being so deep in sleep, I was aware that the medications had been delivered, and I thought straight away that it was them arriving. I got up quickly. Dizzy Dennis attacked as I got on my feet, and Cartilage Choe gave way. In seconds, I was a crumpled heap on the carpet! By good fortune, I was close to the £300 second-hand shop purchased, c1966, welt-causing, uncomfortable, not-working, itch-inspirational, crumb-containing recliner, and used it to drag myself up on my feet as the Carer came in. No diabetic socks to take off cause I forgot to remind earlier carers to put them on for me. Precious put the night pouch on for me. No medications were needed because I’d taken so much of the toothache spray and didn’t want any reactions between the different medicines.
After he was done, I checked the taps (faucets), cooker, etc., just in case I had left any on. Taking these rather sad photos with Kodak, two of the night’s views are from the kitchen. I returned to the junk room and battled my way into the bed. It’s not easy!
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I hope you get & stay happy,
Conflicts are solved with amnesty,
You have moments of happiness & absurdity…
Your night’s sleep goes blissfully,
Your finances avoid getting contractionary,
Good Luck visits you instantaneously,
And to can avoid any oppugnancy!
Yours sincerely, Inchy ♥.

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