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Dejected Inchy: Saturday 31st August 2024 I think my depression is getting depressed!

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I’d like, just once again, to see the sea,
After the heart op, when things were dodgy…
I went with Brother-in-law, Petey,
Years later, with a resident’s party…
We got there, and they all abandoned me,
Well, they had their family with them, you see,
Walked for 6-hours, feeling a midge lonely,
I’d sooner have a mental & physical amnesty,
But that’s impossible, as you see,
Early this morning, l meandered amiably,
Shelled the peas, losing about twenty!
But I did recover two or three,
Then things sank, suddenly miserably,
Depression uncloaked, unavoidably,
Off went my limited mental agility,
Back came my situational acceptancy,
Started this ode hoping & believingly,
To fight off the depression, incredulously,
I coped with Peripheral Neuropathy…
Cartilage and Catheter pains, agony,
Earache Erasmus & Toothache Tiffany,
Sandra’s Seizures, Diabetic Polyneuropathy.
Dracula Depressions got the better of me!
Life is just a Whigmaleerie!
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I stirred into an unwanted imitation existence around 05:00 hrs. It was not the usual bursting awake this time. It was more of a gradual, reluctant acceptance of whatever the day ahead held for me, but not with any hopes or expectancy for anything I would really like or want. That was a bad start, emotionally.

The nocturnal and the day bag pouch it attached to were almost empty. Jiggling the large night bag and spinning it around before throwing it away from me onto the carpet did the trick. A deluge of wee-wee came through from the bladder, through the day and into the night bag. But there was not a lot of it. With flowing so quickly, I thought it would be much fuller. I also thought I could sense some flow-back. But of course, what do I know.

I pottered about, unhurriedly getting out of bed and in a semi-upright position. Off to the kitchen to check that the taps and cooker had not been left on
Then, I took this snap of the morning view without my usual enthusiasm. I think my EQ was trying to tell me something. I was not in a depressed state, just a little low, perhaps.
Had lost his total control. Yet the pain was still there throughout the evacuational activity. Also, it was a mess to clean up on me and the porcelain bowl. This took me some time. I was not bothered; my interest in anything was slowly evaporating. I just wasn’t concerned, and that’s not me. I thought I was moving onto a new level, degree or platform in life, the next stage.
Moments after this, I was doing the ablutions, having a stand-up wash and shave… and singing away to myself? Frank Ifields, ‘She Taught Me to Yodel’
I put my feet in a bowl of water with some Dettol and stood in it while I brushed my teeth and shaved. Only one was unseen; it was cut in the neck hole at the back. I dropped the shaving foam, which landed in the bowl and hit the ingrowing toenail on my right foot. I laughed it off, honestly! I freshened up the wet room before leaving.

I removed the reserve camera, with which I took most of today’s shots, from the new extension thingamabob in the hallway. It worked a treat. Also, I could use the clothes airer at the same time now to dry my towels. I felt around the plastic to see if anything had heated up overnight, but they all seemed cool.

There was an almost cheery period, then for an hour or so, during which I reverted to worrying about things but ignored any signs of depression. I think it was lurking, ready for a comeback, but I would not let it do so then! I got a large waste bag made up from the other three bins and popped it near the front door.

Carer Precious arrived. I showed him the scars from Cathy Catheters’ Contraption, with the small bag and extra-large hose that meant the release valve now hangs down to my right foot! Humph! I asked him if he would take a photo of the affected area of the catheter. He took an unintended photo of his own foot first. Hehehe!
I’m growing two eyes, a nose and a mouth on my catheter-injured leg.
Pareidoliaing, again. Haha!

I took a terrible photo halfway through shelling the last of the gorgeous fresh garden peas. I managed to drop no end, but I got three escapees back.
Gulp-Swallow!

I put the peas into a basin ready to cook later. While I was doing these, there were no signs of Dark Dank Depression Duncan.

I forgot to ask Carer Precious to take the waste bag with him. I added a small one with some clothes no longer needed, I can’t get into them nowadays, to the other near the front door. Well, I’ve not got a back door in the flat. Har-har!

did the midday call. No meds were needed.

I did some work on this blog, and I feel better now. (Why do I say things like that? (It’s tempting fate!) After a laugh and someone to talk to.

Dizzy Dennis attacked as I got down to empty the tiny, so long, low-day pouch. Down I went. As tumbles go, it was not too bad a one. But foolish me, though, even after banging the knees and upsetting Arthur Itis and Cartilage Carole, that I could get up again easily enough. HUH!
Oh, no, not me. I saw the accumulated mess underneath the c1962 counter. I thought it would be a good idea while I was down there on the floor to clear some out. So, I grabbed the bigger picker-upperer. I started to try to remove some of the detritus hidden from normal view. What a Mistaker to Maker!
As I stretched underneath, my already bruised right knee was scratched and bruised by an old tablet bottle that shattered with the weight of my leg. I’m not surprised by the size of the leg that was blown up in this photo. The patella has merged with the surrounding flash and can hardly be identified. Haha! So, after trying a few times, you can see why I could not get back up after all!
I pressed the wristlet alarm to ask for help getting on my feet. However, it took a while to get an answer, and by then, I was just in the last stage of getting over the pure agony of getting on my feet.
The legs and feet continued to be painful for ages, but nothing compared to testing the knees in getting up. The size of the right leg was astronomical! That would be either Peripheral Neuropathy or Diabetic Neuropathy. Either way, it still hurts.
Sympathy Seeking Again!

After getting a brew of Gleangettie, I wondered why old people often think a mug of tea is going to help. But it might have anyway. Twenty minutes later, the swelling of the leg stopped, and I could almost hear gurgling as it went down as quick as it went up. That reminds me of a Grizelda quote. It got better. Thirty minutes later, the leg had blown up again!

I went to put the meat in the oven, make another mug of tea, and take this snap of the front car park. called, and I grabbed the nearest thing to keep my balance. Unfortunately, it was the near-boiling kettle! So, in a flash, I used my right hand on the hot oven door. This week, a selection of finger, knuckle and hand burns has been collated and collected.
I’m unsure which kneecap hurts most; it’s a close call. Oh, yes! Advantage Left Knee. Putting up with the crippling mini-bagged Catheter, the thick extra-long tube, and the flesh-cutting straps. A mention in despatches for Little Inchie.

Time to check on the meal’s progress.
The meal was a fine one. Photographed conscientiously, twice, to get a better one than the first. Eaten with great relish. creating such a satisfying feast cannot be imagined,
When it came time to put the photo on the SD card, there wasn’t one in the camera; I’d left it on the computer.

It’s not been a particularly good day at all.

Carer Ahyu arrived, medications were given, and I showed him my injured legs and knee.

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It was back on the computer after making another brew of Gengettie to go cold. The first severe bout of occurred.
It lasted about half an hour.
Not much blogging got done.

I’m going to get to bed now. Well, when Carer Ayhu has been.
I may have another nibble… oh, have I had a meal? Blow it, I have a snack. I got the oven on to warm up and make some chips. The Carer arrived, and I went into a mini-seizure as he came. Ayou, I think it was. No idea what took place.

Then, within seconds of his leaving, I banged my already battered knee against the cooker door. There’s a sub-storyline to this. I’d visited the kitchen to check on the oven’s heat and realised I had not even turned the oven on! In my bout of self-disgust, the door dropped and hit the poor knee from the fall. But it did knock of the scab, so that was good.

If I ever find that scab is open to discussion. It’ll be somewhere, probably snuggling up to the by now, dried solid dropped peas over the last few days… Hehe! Oh, and maybe one may have bounced into the disappeared bottle cap? I turned on the oven to the maximum to heat it up quickly. I returned to the computer, intending to save all the work on CorelDraw, MS Word, Excel and WordPress and turn it off.

It’s not been a particularly good day at all.

I heard a clattering noise from, I assumed, the kitchenette. Hobbled back hastily, in a Sherlock Holmesian mode, to investigate. Oh, dearie,
the stack of washing from the main meal had fallen from the draining board rack onto and all over the floor! All the bending to retrieve them was too painful, so I fetched the long picker-upperer to use.
At last, I came across the missing bottle cap and two more dried-like ball bearings peas.
Then I rewashed the fallen basin, plate, and cutlery.

It’s been a long, trying day.

The chips were undercooked, and the beetroot was harder than the ball-bearing peas on the kitchen floor. The eggs and yoghourt were okay.
Once again, I washed up. I’m fed up with this, Hehe! It’s a little harder now that the carer has attached the nocturnal catheter bag. One tends to carry the night bag on its elongated tube and put it down when two hands are needed, as when washing and drying the pots. Then you walk to do something else, forgetting the 5-foot tubing and bag of your urine that you are dragging along the floor behind you.
Inevitably:
The bag catches against something, and you carry on hobbling… until the pain from poor Little gets sent to your brain. You feel
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You usually curse a little as you get some kitchen towelling to stem the flow of the red stuff. Then, make your way as hastily as possible to the wet room before the Protection Pants overflow. This is what I did! But things were worse this time.
The bleed was a smidge stronger than expected. So, after cleaning up my lower regions, I checked that the tube had not come out or worked loose of Little Inchy. It’s all okay!
Then you see that some blood had run all down your leg and partly covered the daddy urine bag, which by now was resting on top of your left foot! I used a whole kitchen roll and the picker-upperer to clean things. I was too tired to even think of using the shower, and it was far too early in the morning to disturb the other residents with the noise of the shower. I cleaned up as best I could under the circumstances.
Having to bend down so often scared me a bit after what happened with Dizzy Dennis earlier with the tumble.

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I managed 4hrs kip on the trot. But by then, it was time to get up
Which I, Oh, so reluctantly did.
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It’s not been a particularly good day at all.

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Dicacious Inchy: Friday 30th August 2024

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TODAY HAS BEEN THE WORST EVER FOR DEPRESSION
I’m sorry, but things are getting gradually worse.
The insurance company has cancelled my policy for some reason. Carer Kara told me not to worry weeks ago when they sent a letter telling me I had not paid. Kara had sent the month through the bank, as she is my official representative.
Now it seems I have a different Carer, who can’t talk to the bank, and muggings here can’t get through because I’ve forgotten how to do it. The new catheter is a night and day, mare.
Concentration is taken over by worrying.
I have had the odd moment of feeling easier, but that only comes when I give up and think silly things.
Not in good shape at the moment.
I’ve not done many photos.
The electric shocks have lessened after yesterday.
Carer Precious. Carer Maryham. She helped me get dressed after checking the body for marks and ointmentating the chest and ‘other’ areas. She helped me put on the Yaohuole gown, put the old one in the laundry bag, and took it down for me as she left. Bless her.
I was not feeling down at all; in fact, I was high.
Later, Carer Joanne called with a training Carer. She was Carer Šelin. Nice gal. Listened to Joanne’s instructions.
I was then even higher, singing.
Then, later, Carer Chris arrived. A letter from the insurance company had been delivered. This is terrible news for me. How the hell can I sort it out now?
I’ll do my best. I’m struggling.
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Not a lot, but clear.

First view.

Guess where I went…
Not that I was too bothered; I’d sank a little.

Second photo.

While up, I got the pander peas podded.
I shelled them and put them in the pan with some demerara sugar, and this time, I used ordinary salt.

Lack of concentration.
Fed up. I wrote a terribly sour ode, but I am unsure if I should publish it on tomorrow’s blog. It is a cry for help, I think.
See how things go the morrow.

I was sorely tempted to start on the booze again.
I’m sure I will soon. That’s how bad the depression is getting to me today. Bad!

When the seizures started, I couldn’t have cared less. Dark thoughts milled around.
Self-pity and loathing at the same time.

I’ve no idea why I put this on? I took it weeks ago.

No memory of taking these four, but it looks like I did them all at the same time; it may have been before I got the spuds in the oven on a low heat for later.
Beautiful!

And stayed in there for about three hours!
I may have to have instant mash later. Tsk!

Tried to catch up with the blogging. I’d spent so much time being depressed, coping with seizures or emptying this ridiculously tiny day catheter pouch.

If I recall correctly, I was going to check on the state of the spuds and got distracted by the changing sky.
The spuds were left for another hour and a half before I remembered about them!

Went to salvage what I could.

A slight altercation getting the spuds out of the oven.
The meal didn’t look attractive.
A vegetarian one this time.
But it tasted good to me.

After Carer Chris had departed, I washed the things, put them away, and took these sun-setting shots.
Looked a little like a water painting job.

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Denizen Inchy: Thursday 29th August 2024

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Annovera bad day, mood-wise.

0:45hrs: Pretty yellow wee-wee. Not much, mind you.

Morning views.
From the kitchen.

I got some clothes that no longer fit me and made two more bags. I don’t know how I can get them to the charity shop. I’m not putting the old stuff in it; they went in the waste bags.
I got the computer booted and made a brew of Glengettie. The following two did as well.

This tiny catheter pouch is more than a nuisance. It has to be emptied to soften, and the cup-of-water-sized bag makes it painful. I get dizzy when I have to bend down to reach the release valve, which still rests on my left foot. The mega-thick tube they put on is far too long.
Hey-Ho!

I finished and sent off yesterday’s blog. Then, they started a new word list for the ode and got carried away. I don’t know why the pouch didn’t burst.

The Morrison order arrived.

I think my feeling as depressed as I am may be worse than the frustration of not being able to pull out of it?

I’d treated myself to luxury foodstuffs: a big pot of Lemon Curd and four tiny pots of Lemon and lime yoghourt.
Orange and yellow tomatoes and some giant red spring onions. Nice!
But the best bit of it all was being told they had no fresh garden peas available. Knowing the season was ending, but, they sent three 500gr bags for me!
So, everything else was backlighted.

I was tempted to put my torque on. Hehe!
As I scattered so many peas all over the kitchen, there must have been… well, I’d guestimate about twenty peas over the whole session, which pinged off in different directions during the shelling session. I only managed to retrieve three of them.
It’s a little like socks that disappear when put into the washer or spin dryer, never to be seen again.
It took a long time to complete them, and I kept popping some in my mouth as I went along. Haha!
Then, I put them in a mini saucepan to marinate with the demerara sugar and sea salt I’d added.
I thought I’d watch the TV while continuing the blogging.
But I didn’t. It seems that some Whoopsiedangleplop had affected Virgin TV. Again!

I decided to get the ablutions tackled. And although something had to go wrong, it was chicken feed compared to my usual disasters.
The teeth-cleaning saw no blood leaks! The nasal clearing saw none either. Then the shaving was tackled… Believe it or not, but once again, no cuts – Zero! Had I not been already depressed so much, this would have cheered me up more.
The first obstacle that hindered (hurt) me so much was getting my diabetic socks off! Then offing the straps from the pathetic new catheter contraption. Painfully, I
finally got them off, and it had left me feeling a smidge dizzy from all the bending down.
But a man of my calibre, courage, determination, and grit, this was no trouble.
I had a slow, long shower, which was spoilt a tiny bit by having to use the handrails all the time while coping with the showerhead due to my unsteadiness. However, no stubbles, falls, or banging into anything were suffered! .

I realised I had not put the bath towel in the bag yesterday! I don’t like using one too often. But I lost one when someone nicked my laundry and bag a few weeks ago, and I keep forgetting (as is to be expected) to buy a new one. I recall thinking to myself, “I must order one today,” as I left the wet room to get dressed.
Even the medicating was almost pain-free! Amazing!
, who has not visited me for days now, took her opportunity at the optimum time to issue the maximum pain. As I was carrying the stick, towels, Alarm bracelet, and flannels to go in the laundry bag before I got dressed, she kicked off, and in the process, she shoulder-charged the bloody door frame!
Still, apart from this, I’d done well! As I emptied the pouch for the fifteenth time today, I saw how good the legs looked. Even the ankle ulcers seemed to be calmer. And incidentally, I’ve hardly had any of the expected lighting strikes from , either. Puzzling.

Took this snap of the clouds as I started getting the food prepared.
Closing WP and the computer now. Hunger has returned to torment me. Haha!

I was happy with the result of the food prepping. It was the battle in podding the peas. I do love them peas. It may have been a higher rating, but the potatoes weren’t cooked enough; everything else was a treat. Adding the slices of red spring onion to it did the trick and tanged it all up. After gorging myself, I fell asleep with the tray balancing on my super-floppy ginormous belly. Work later with it in the same position, and not spread all over me and the floor. The ablutions going so well, too. Is my luck changing for the better? What am I saying… Tsk!
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Please Have a Great Day!
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Decrustable, Grumpy Inchy: Wed 28 Aug 2024

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Something’s gone wrong with Cathy Cathere’s Contraption. A great colour, but so little urine in there? It was a terrible night’s sleep. I’d estimate I managed a maximum of around two hours. One or two minutes at a time, then bursting awake with either a tug at or pushing in of poor Little Inchie from the too-thick and too-long catheter tube. Or in unison, belting up the legs. Each time, the shadow of depression waiting to piss me off even more than getting little sleep did!
It was another down-in-the-dumps start to the day.

However, I was absolutely exasperated with and sick of hearing myself moan, feeling so melancholy, dejected, useless, and at the lowest point in my life. I made a concerted effort to spring myself out of this feeling of self-hatred and despondency, although I had no idea how to do that. I thought I’d try to take a decent shot of the morning’s view. Ha!
I didn’t do a good job of that either. Humph!
I got the computer on and then started updating yesterday’s blog. . I went into a few separate but carried on. Thinking things were okay.
I even stopped a few times over an hour or two to photograph the late-morning views.
When I returned to the computer, I found that I had made a mess of many things.
A time gap between starting and thinking I’d amended everything felt like it should have been another hour at most. But when Carer Shaq arrived, three hours had passed.
Still, these photos were a little better quality. As you can see by their shape, they were taken with a spare camera of a different size.
I can’t recall taking this one on the left, but obviously, I did. I must have.
Carer Marie arrived to do the domestics, but I was in no condition for the usual laugh and natter. My mood had sunken as soon as the Dark Dank Determined to Dampen my Spirits Depression came on. I hate it when this happens. This was a long one.
Carer Kimberley came to do the financials, but once again, she could do nothing to help. Carer Kara is the only person registered with the bank, so as I was paying her, we chatted. She showed an interest in today’s second blog I was writing but had not completed, and I added her name, which rhymed with the ode, and a few others into it at the end. Hehehe! Not that the ode was a particularly funny one. It was about the depression I was suddenly getting every day now. But gave it an amusing ending.

I sorted out what to have for my nosh. I decided on a sweet and sour vegetable ready-made meal. I added half a jar of sauce, with a can of peas thrown into the saucepan to add when the Chinese are cooked. Fingers crossed.

Nipped out on the balcony to take more shots of the views on offer.
Can you see what this young, youthful, pareidoliaing addict can do in the snap on the left in the clouds? A double-headed creature of some sort? Also, some cat’s heads?

I came across this one on the right in the morning while updating.
Two Fingers to the Word? No recollection of taking it. I must have been depressed or in a seizure again.
Ah, I can recall with one with some pleasure. First, I’d put some chips in the oven. Later, I warmed up the sweet and sour vegetable ready-made meal in the microwave and added a tin of peas. I bundled it all in a dish and feasted away.
Got the dishes washed and tried but failed on the Porcelain Throne.
I took these sky photos as I made my way to 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.

I settled down to watch two episodes of ‘Heartbeat’.
Carer Israel arrived. I remembered telling him the Warfarin dosages had changed. As soon as the lad departed, I went into a deep but dream-filled sleep, with the usual wakening ups from . I was a little miffed at all the waking-ups but even more unsettled for not recalling any details of the dreams. Suddenly, Carer Israel was back on his last visit. And I was in the same position as I was when he arrived for his previous visit… he told me. Hehehe!

Of course, I’d missed the ‘Heartbeats’.

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Could I get back to sleep this time? No!
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TTFNski
Inchy.

Decorumless Inchy: Tue 27 Aug 2024

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Regrettably, my depression lingers on. If things do not improve by tomorrow, my birthday (I was born in 1959… oh, no, that’s when I left school). I will ring the Doctor and then work out how I will get bathed and trousers on, medicated. Then, how to manage to get to the surgery, with the cartilage troubles and this new fandangled, made for someone with 10ft legs Catheter Contraption). I think it is important enough to struggle to get there, though. I’ve never felt so low for so long.

As for today, you tell me. Hahaha!
A few photos were taken to give me prompts.
I must beg her, if necessary, to get me back to the Highbury Hospital about these blanks, seizures, etc., occurring.
I fear, knowing me, my determination, that I think is strong as I write this… Will wain. I’ve done it before. No doubt I need some help. The mess with the changed catcher mess is painful and limits my movement. Stops me from dressing should I need to. The insert plug falling out did my confidence no good. No offers of any help with getting it back in. Then again, maybe someone did offer, and it went off into the ether… this is all worrying stuff about my sanity. I know that a carer helped me with emptying the bag earlier and tried to raise the tapes for me. But, of course, that assists me in getting down to the valve for emptying. But the pee will pee when it wants to nowadays.
Each time I have to reach down so far, either Dizzy Dennis or Balance Loss Brenda appears, and the filthy, incredibly long tube pokes or pulls Little Inchie, according to how full the bag is, and more bleeding starts.
Sorry to be so low, but I can usually control it to a degree. But many things suddenly need attention. From a medical professional, such as a body and/or mind doctor. Now I think about it again, it’s likely frustration more than depression? Huh, now Peripheral Neuropathy Pete’s right leg has started shaking and dancing.

I think I was not so low when I got up this morning. The Warfarin-DVT nurse came, and I was pretty with it. Talking to her, and I am pretty sure we had a laugh or two, and I enjoyed that.

But she soon sank down again after she had gone, and then Carer Chloe had left the flat. I’m struggling here. Then I have to tackle emptying the minuscule day-wee-wee pouch and elongating over-thick long tubing to empty it.
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Usual dark wee-wee.

Nice dark morning.

Bright lights.

Computer on.

Off to the Porcelain Throne…
He’s only just weakening!

Lighting up.

The Nurse from the… I love this title for a department…
DVT, CCG (DOAC) Anticoagulation Warfarin Clinic rang me. She asked if she could call today, I thanked her and said, ‘Please, please, please, do!’
She did about an hour later. She was amazed when she looked at the catheter contraption, which had the top strap in my crutch and the bottom release valve snuggling on my left slipper. Getting down to release the urine is tantamount to squashing out the six-inch-long black centre of a carbuncle!
“What an absolute mess; no wonder it’s painful. I then mentioned the top-end tube insertion falling out and my weeing myself. That got a laugh! Hahaha!

I selected another ready meal to have later.
A ‘Hearty’ Shepherds Pie. I put the oven chips in on a low light.

ONE MAMMOTH SEIZURE!
One minute, I said cheerio to Carer Chloe. Started on the blog.
Three hours later, it was as if someone had turned the lights back on. Yet, I was cleaning the kitchen sink. How the heck can that be? I found a photo that I can’t recall taking, and when I got back to the computer, what a mess I’d made. I uploaded the wrong day’s graphics and photos; I had to delete and rearrange them. Only to find I’d made the same error again!
Time to call for help tomorrow.

Took this photo later. Eerie clouds, I liked it.

Carer Chris arrived, and I think he may have made the call before. Or someone else did.

Blobble, Gobble, but I’m not sure.

Forgot to take a photo of the meal until I was ¾ of the way through eating it. Not bad.

This last photo looked similar to the one this morning?

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TTFNski!

Chump Inchy: Mon 26th Aug 2024

Things were going so slowly and messy last night. It was about 03:00hrs this morning before I collapsed in a confused and tired condition mentally, into the the second-hand shop bought ten years ago £300, c1966, discomfiting, alarmingly beige-coloured, crumb-containing, TV remote hiding, not working recliner. I nodded of quickly, waking
three hours later, to one hell of a slow, single current that crawled up from the ankle to my crutch!
Leaving a never-felt-before tingling sensation at the end of .
As I checked the nocturnal pouch, I discovered the urine looked murky, to say the least. Yet it was not such a deep colour today.

I’m still in control. I must remember to take some Senna tablets later on.I had a go at the old puzzle book. It’s full of incomplete crosswords over the years. It still is after this effort.
I didn’t find a single solution, and I had no success with the evacuation struggle. Then I washed and got the computer booted up. They don’t use that term much nowadays, do they?
Morning Carer Richard arrived. Sorted out the medications for me. He looked well for an end-of-shift call, bless him.
I took these four photographicalisations from the kitchenette window… no, I didn’t, sorry. I went iknto the balcony, opened a window and took these four shots from my left to the right.
Then, I made another trip to the Porcelain Throne, hopes high, as the last visit was not so painful.
But still failed to pass!

Back on the computer again.
I found the ‘lost’ photograph of the meals from yesterday. I recall not taking it until I was well over halfway of eating it.
I think I worked out why I couldn’t find them on Sunday.
Carer Chris told me how to download the photos from the camera that I’d take without an SD card in it. I reckon I’d been leaving the SD card in the camera slot and connecting the USB thingamajig, but with the SD in the camera, it couldn’t reach them. Obvious now, come to think of it. Hehehe!

to change my catheter contraption. He was in a hurry. I diagnosed that straight away. But she did not rush me. It was I think, it was who came. She was the nurse who was called last visit when the other one could not get the tube back in Little Inchie. This time, it was the reverse; Sarah couldn’t get it back in. She lost even more time, needing around 20 minutes to get it in, but she did it. 🧡 She put in extra pain gel twice cause she realised how much it was hurting me. I suspect my howling, arghing, wincing & the tears running down my cheeks may have been a clue. Haha!

Off Sharon flew, and I got seated on the computer chair.
After a few minutes on CorelDrawing, I felt a distinct sensation of liquid running down my left leg. I investigated.
Yes, the tube catheter’s top tube connection had fallen out, leaving some urine in my slipper and even more on the carpet!
Also, but not only that, the contraption was fitted in the wrong size. I am now in frustration mode. To make things worse, they had fitted a wide extra-long master tube, and I now have to do the impossible without agony being involved along the line, of reaching down to my ankle to get to the pouch’s on-off tap! Cragknangles!
The leg straps had opened, causing the pouch to sink even lower down my leg. The exit tube is now resting and leaking again on the top of my foot!
Misfortune means bad luck or the state of having bad luck. Break misfortune into its parts, and you get mis- meaning bad and fortune, meaning chance or luck. Sometimes, it can feel like misfortune follows you. Picture it as a gloomy psychic named “Miss Fortune” who can only see the bad things in your future. Mine are named EQ, & Alto Inchie.

Lamb meat (shredded) with extra-thick gravy, mint, and oven chips. Wholemeal Bread thins and a dessert pot.
Nice!

As I washed the pots, Dizzy Dennis hit me and continued to do so for the rest of the night.
Carer Precious did the last two calls, but there are no other details available in the grey cells. I felt out of sorts and unbelievably tired. I even felt off balance while sitting down.

The nocturnal catheter pouch was most uncomfortable attached to the overly long, thick-tubed new day setup.
No matter how tired I was, sleep from here on was shirt-lived. I was shooting awake so often. I’m not feeling too good medically or mentally at the moment. raided, every time I woke. Then depression moved into the equation, only for me to wake up with his depressionalisationing blasting away at me as I stirred awake for the umpteenth time.

TTFN

Undeclutterable-Minded Inchy: Sunday 25th August 2024 Harangued Today!

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Slept for a full 3 uninterrupted hours. 03:00hrs to 06:00.
The nocturnal catheter had not been put on. Silly I had forgotten to attach it! The day bag contents looked dark again. Later, Carer Ayu classed it as being a six on the NHS scale. Getting out of 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, was a lot easier than scrambling out of the hospital bed. But, more painful to fall back into when gave way as I stood up. The bed has a definite advantage to fall on; it’s so much higher!
Another long session was spent on the . The usual practices were carried out; a go at the crossword, but no answers were found this time. I counted 22 cracks in the ceiling. started and kept up his long run of guilt accusing, and Ant-Inchy put-downs.
I gave up and had a wash, accompanied by escapades of smelly wind from the rear end! I put on a fresh gown, olive-oiled both of the earholes and took a Senna tablet in hopes of encouraging some movement from the rear end.
Next, I creamed and ointmentated various gargantuan-sized wobbly belly areas requiring the same treatments.
I hobbled off to the kitchen to decide whether to make a mug of Glengettie tea. Arriving at decisions has not been easy for me lately. The brain goes off at a tandem. I consider the NHS two mugs-a-day ruling… is it too early? Will I want a third cup later tonight? Could I care less? I made one. And let it go cold after I’d started on the blog!
I wiped the mug and prepared it for the next brewing of tea later on. Then, I took this photo from the kitchen window. It doesn’t show well, but I saw some items on the bottom of the upward-trodden path. I zoomed in close to identify what they were. I’m still not sure. Possibly, a bottle with red liquid in it. I have no idea what light-coloured things are. Should I have used the Macro when I zoomed in so far away or not? I didn’t. I’m confusing myself here! Snapped the sun coming up from behind in this shot (Right).
I was working on the ode of the day when Carer Ayu arrived. He put the diabetic socks on my legs. Well, it’s better than putting them on my arms. Hehehe! Ayu administered the medications, and we shared a mini natter. I worked using CorelDraw and WordPress for a while. My concentration was a little better this morning, but it didn’t last!
I had a misleading idea that the rear-end wanted me to visit the .
As you can see, it was a hopeless effort yet again. I wonder if there’s a chance of an explosion from within, with the ether being created in the building up of mass in the solid matter. Hahaha!
Darned uncomfortable feeling.
I did my best. When I started, I had one solution for the crossword, but I had a lot more when I gave up on the motion moving anytime now.
Will I implode instead?
I took even more of the anti medications. I’m unsure if it was safe to take any more, but I can’t read the minuscule printing of the inserted instructions leaflets.

I made another brew of my beloved Glengettie tea.
Nice and strong!
Pressed on with this blog. With staying up so late yesterday, I’d got some done ready.
I was on CorelDraw and was alternating with this WordPress blog, and got blowback pains from the catheter tube stuck in Little Inchie. Had a look and, to my utter amazement, found the pouch so full, hard and heavy; it had tugged at Little Inchie, causing some bleeding again.
When I emptied it into the measuring jug, it showed 840ml! In an hour. I wish the community nurses would allow me to try peeing manually again. I’d hate to think I could and had had the darned on all this time and didn’t need it. What am I thinking and saying? As if anything would go right for me!
Ah, genuine rumbling from my innards this time. I’m off to the Throne. And yet again, no evacuation!
Plenty of pain, though.

Five minutes after getting back to blogging, I was on my way back to the wet room. This time… Action Stations Alert! After a lot of effort, struggles, and phenomenal pain, at last, the blood-covered, almost cube-shaped lumps of concrete passed! Ahhh!

When Carer Precious arrived, I just had one Paracetamol because I’d just taken a few sprays of the toothache painkiller and didn’t want to mix the different types.

I made a start on tomorrow’s ode.
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FOOD TIME!
MEAL OF THE WEEK TODAY
At the point of perfection!
Delicious Beef in black bean sauce. Onions, leeks, and peppers are yellow and green. Liquid smoke was added to the extra-strong gravy. Basil, sea salt, oregano, beetroot juice, black pepper and spirit vinegar!

Carer Richard arrived as I nodded off in the poorly-aged, grotty-looking c1966 made, charity-shop-bought, horribly beige-coloured, £300, Harold’s Haemorrhoid-testing, non-operational, acne-giving, virus-breeding, rickety, easy-to-fall-out-of recliner, after cleaning the pots up.
He looked a lot better than last week. But of course, we shared ailments that we both know will only worsen. He said he’d call again in the morning. Hope he has a calmer night shift.

What an evening view I took from the kitchen window.
The wind was getting up again out there. The gold and brown showed up wonderfully well.
I did a bit of pareidoliaing with this shot. I found a bird’s head and a whale and got pleasure from looking at nature’s beauty.

I returned to the computer to catch up a little with this blog.
But it didn’t last for long. Crumple-Grips! Mini Seizures took over. My concentration was destroyed. I’m not complaining, though, cause had been kind to me most of the day. Of course, now I’ve said that… Wait for it!
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BONUS ODE
All the best to you and all in your abode,
I’ve just watched a ‘Heartbeat’ episode,
I may be selling my second-hand commode…
Then to the Porcelain Throne, I bestrode,
My teeth still ache; well, they’re getting owd,
Many broken, coming out, and yellowed!
New ailments weekly by the vanload,
Worries, fears, jealousies I can’t unload,
Always something to discommode,
I don’t see any of the twittering sparrows,
They used to fill the local hedgerows?
I hear voices, see faces in the shadows…
I can’t swim, but I paddle in the shallows,
Take photos of the sky through my windows.
Also, of the grass, trees and weeping willows…
This reminds me that I must get some new pillows!
I forget my telephone number & postcode,
Left taps running, the sink overflowed,
Can someone adopt me? Put me in ‘Happy-Mode’?
Doreen Dementia wants me to explode!
Stuck in this flat, alone, cocooned!
That’s enough, too-much, I have moaned.
Sorry about the aforementioned.
Pots to wash, I’ll get myself aproned!

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Farewell – Hope you can find some fun!
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Declinist Inchy: Sat 24 Aug 2024

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This may sound odd (but not to me), but it is true.

For most of today, I’ve felt like a malcontent, grinch, drag, miserabilist, doom-sayer, inconsolable and pitiable, sad, comfortless, inadequate, mardy, shameful, irrational, and an old self-deprecation-ridden misfit with the mopes.
Moments of depression like never before.
And yet, there were moments of almost the reverse. I’d lose the prophet of Doom mode entirely. Finding myself singing, unworried, accepting, almost uncaring of what was happening?
Naturally, these sessions of freedom were in the minority.
But, so welcome while they lasted.
Concentration and confusion seemed to intertwine.
After a Caregiver called, I had an hour of uninhibited, sod-them-all pleasure. Up to now, I’ve only had two photographing sessions. Hell, it’s raining again, as it did earlier. I’ll get the camera out and go on the balcony again. See if the mudslide in the third car park has started yet.
It’s been a befuddling day. I feel that something is going to happen shortly that will be life-changing. E.Q. tells me this will not be a medical or physical problem. He’s rarely wrong, and I get a ‘within 48hrs warning from somewhere.
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Back to darker again.

NUFFIN!

I took a series of Kodak-2 shots from the kitchenette window.
The first one shows mist in the distance. The M1 motorway is just out of view over the horizon.
The second shot is not a good picture by any means. A smidge on the blurry side. But you can’t win them all, can I? Hahaha! The third effort taken, I zoomed in on the Nottingham City Hospital, which brought to mind the waiting list I’m on for the
For a bladder check-up, I’ve forgotten the name of the procedure.
Then, there is another close-up of the local dwellings nearby.
Finally, I took a shot down to show the Chestnut Way front car park. Or at least part of it.
I hit my head, closing the window. Hard to believe, I know!

Made a start on the blog updating.

Raining shots with the spare camera.
From the balcony this time.

Another no evacuation evacuation.

A little more rain.

An early, tasty meal.

Obviously, the blanks and seizures were rampant. Thus, there are no details or exciting bits to add.

Did anything I miss happen today?
The photos are 85% skies?
Still, the state I was in could be worse.

Ah, missed the sun on its way down.
It didn’t get through often today.

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Constipation Conrad was still in full charge of the evacuations. I had to do the ablutions so late at night that I had to contain the urge to howl out with the pain! Before things started moving, I had a go at the crossword and got four answers. 👌 And I had a cut-less shave! 👍🏻The showering had a couple of dodgy moments, but no or .
The only bit of farce was when I was trying to reassemble the catheter contraption. I struggled with the strap; I’d threaded it in okay, but when I stretched the retaining strap to tighten the grip, it shot out of my hand, through the plastic buckle, and straight into the WC!
The medicationings went well. Well, not applying the Daktarin cream to Little Inchys Fungal Lesion, but that goes without saying, really; Every morning and night, I have to go through this, although short-lived, agony!

I took this snap from the kitchen window after the ablution session. It took me 95 minutes; it was well past midnight. I opened a can of lager shandy and got on the computer to finalise this blog. I might even finish it and post it.
My involuntary anticipatory anxiety remains strong.
I’m nervous. Worried. Unsettled. More than usual. Tsk!
TTFNski!

Imperfect Inchy: Fri 23rd Aug 2024

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Oh, a much better colour!

I felt sorry for the poor birds out there trying to keep their nests in the trees and find food for their young.

Then I felt sorry for myself.

Took this snap of three little dogs on their morning walkies.

Second attempt on the loo.
ARRGH!

Still awaiting the sun to come out to play.
Which it did eventually.
The rain didn’t last long.

Made a brew and got a visitor. Doing the carer’s assessment.
Both hearing aids ran out as I put them in. Q&A session. Not that I can remember much about it; I was in the middle of a seizure when he arrived.

I mentioned the wind coming through the kitchen windows and vent, is was damned cold in there. Not thinking, of course. It’s nowt to do with Meridian. I bet he thought, “Hello, I’ve got the right one here!”

The clouds thickened a little, and the sun forced its way through minutes later.
Beautiful!

This thermometer was in the kitchen, leaning against the kettle, showing 58°f. Brrr!

Carer Joanne arrived, and seconds after she’d gone… came on. No long ones. But repeated short ones, to be honest, the next two hours are a bit vague at best. Part of the mysteries of Woodthorpe Court, with the hobgoblins, spectres, gnomai, phantasms, ghosts, the grotesque succubae, extraterrestrials, ectoplasms, spirits, or the Fata Morganas that have been sent to taunt, irritate and terminate my already limited saneness of mind, which is losing its marbles?
I just thought I’d mention the misreckonings, goofs, typos, typographical and grammatical cock-ups I’ve made.

Getting hungry now, and it’s getting late. I’ll make a meal.

Finally, a meal I could enjoy.

Night-night shots are taken within ten minutes of each other.

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BONUS ODE

Wot I had, mine & didn’t, not mine…
I never had a concubine,
No working flexitime, all full-time,
Never been to a pantomime,
Not involved in organised crime,
I once got stuck in quicklime,
I spent much of my life wasting time,
Excitement for me was mealtime,
Especially potatoes with thyme,
Played football once, & got taken off at half-time!
Life’s been long, with little ding-dong,
I could describe it as a song…
A little less conversation, No Communication!
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Fare Thee All Well!

Declinated Inchy: Wed 21 Aug 2024

Well, this is a first!
TNN (Twitching-Neck-Nicolas) is a scarce ailment. He shared the top spot for the ‘WAT’ (Worst Ailment Today) title. was also a nuisance. I lost count of the times she gave way to me. And stiff! Of course, it may have been partly to blame, as well. Because I did have pains occasionally from a few times.
I’m not sure why, but , and were far less bothersome.
I’ll risk a .
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Minutes after writing the above, my kicked-off is still with me now! Terrible, I don’t know what the Carers thought about me. I was so far out of it.
Not good.

It took me ages to encourage it.
It didn’t half hurt!

First view of the morning.

I enjoyed eating… no, podding the garden peas,

Oh, the moon is right high up in the sky. It must be earlier than I thought? I could see its surface, but the camera did not pick it up at all. Shame!

Computer on, first mug of tea.

I got tangled up in doing the ode and carried away making a new rhyming file. Four hours, Carer Shaquille, Domestic Marie and Financial Kimberly later, I’d still not got the blog started!
At the time, I was in reasonable shape. But soon, the seizures started—frequent but short blasts. I had no idea what I was doing. Can’t recall taking this sky-shot at all.

Carer Precious arrived. I’m not sure he understands my condition, but he was okay when he left.

At least it wasn’t a giant torpedo this time.

I spent a couple more hours on the blog. Slow progress with coming on form. The rick in the neck… Blooming Heck!

This is the second and last mug of tea of the day. Not much has been added to my reminder notepad. Tsk!

Oh, it’s getting dark already.
Good God, look at the time!

Better get summat to eat then. Back in the morning or maybe even later tonight… No, perhaps not.

Good Morning!
I ate all the gorgeous fresh peas that had not been nibbled raw earlier in the day, as well as tomatoes, instant mash, and a vegetable pastie. All went down well!

I took these above with Kodak Two and planned to see if some night shots could be taken later on while pot cleaning.
I sank down… well, plopped 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 a documentary on TV.
No chance! Zzz!
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INCHY’S PARTING ODE Part One

Farewell to you from Inchy,
Although he can’t manually pee…
Glaucoma makes it hard for him to see,
He’s rarely seizure-free,
His demented mind goes astray,
Many times, it did today…
He exists absentmindedly,
Lonely, agitatedly, acquiescingly,
Hopes for the return of the almighty,
His fungal lesion bleeds nightly,
Constipation, the Trots, alternatingly,
He survives haphazardly,
Unmethodically, circumlocutory,
Mostly deaf, with amblyopy,
He had great ambidexterity…
But that’s just history…
He plods on antiquatedly, an antiquary,
He’s losing his curiosity,
One day high, the next an abhorrently,
He needs to accept things acquiescingly,
But what do I know? I’m only me!

INCHY’S PARTING ODE Part Two

Please have a mug of coffee or tea,
Or gin, sherry, even a whisky,
If this makes you feel sleepy…
Slip into a sleep quickly…
Get rest, respite, recovery…
From the day’s longevity,
Start the next day refreshedly.
I hope you face that next day…
Joyfully and satisfactorily! ♥

CHEERS!