Back Pain Brenda

Inaniloquous Inchy: Tue 8th October 2024

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Greeted me as I finally woke up after a lengthy sleep of two hours! A smidgeon of . I was not in the bed. Well, I was, but I got out again. Back-Pain-Brenda did not like it at all. So I moved to the c1966, £300, second-hand charity-shop bought, crumb-containing, odour-retaining, Harold’s Haemorrhoid-testing, nauseatingly beige-coloured, non-working, virus-breeding recliner. Brenda was happier there, painful still, but not by so much. Then, I removed the night bag from the catheter contraption. What an odd mixed colour it was?
I went off to get the kettle on, and I took this snap of the view out there. This one was oddly coloured as well. To my eyes, there were no clouds at all. I may have taken it in the wrong mode, I think. To the wetroom next, to visit the . Boy, was it painful! Bloody as well, my poor rear-end’s got grounded and burst by the cement like evacuating product. I was pleased at first that there was no splattering to clean up. But blood had dribbled down the legs. No winning for me. Trotsky or Conrad, one or the other extreme to cope with. It’s never an ordinary session nowadays.

I went to sort out the waste bins and took these two shots from the kitchenette window. The top one shows the shadow of the block of flats as the sun rose from the left. The bottom one is taken to the left and higher up. This shows what, to me, are incredible cloud formations. I spotted some figures in the clouds. The human face is high on the left with his big nose, and he points his finger to the right? Also, a long-beaked bird. Can you see any?

I was about to turn on the kettle when the intercom chime chimed out. It was the J Sainsbury order. I’ve already made an order for food from Asda for next week. Huh! Read on.
Got the goods in boxes, and the catheter needed gallons of water in the hallway.
Carried the boxes into the kitchen and unloaded them to put away, taking some snaps as I did so. 

The first box I emptied out contained Milk Roll Bread, Cornish pasties, lamb patties, and Lemon yoghourts. Oh, and a free can of Coke! 
The second box, which I emptied, contained Luxurious Limoncello desserts, beef slices, tomatoes, Bartlett potatoes, soft Flora spread, and bleach. Then, I tackled the third one of the boxes.
Energy drinks were not for me; they are on my ‘Forbidden Foods List’, along with so many other foods: Cranberries, pineapple, grapefruit. Barred foods: broccoli, spinach, kale, collard greens, cauliflower, sprouts, asparagus, cabbage, lettuce, chard, mustard greens, turnip greens, parsley, chickpeas, liver, egg yolks, mature cheese, blue cheese, avocado, beef liver, green tea, and Alcohol. St. John’s wort. Tuna fish in oil, as well as peanuts and peas, might cause problems. Certain vegetable oils have high amounts of vitamin K. Foods that are low in vitamin K include roots, bulbs, tubers, & some fruits.
The type of clotting factor that Warfarin interferes with is called the vitamin K-dependent clotting factor. Warfarin works by decreasing the amount of vitamin K in your body. Without enough vitamin K to use, the vitamin K-dependent clotting factor can’t help your blood to clot like it should.
Avoid: Antibiotics ciprofloxacin or fluconazole. Seizure drugs, Ibuprofen, Fluoxetine, Aspirin, Clopidogrel, Hepain, Gingko Biloba, garlic, Co-enzyme Q10,
TIPS:
Some serious side effects of warfarin can include excessive bleeding from wounds and death of skin tissue. This is caused by small blood clots blocking oxygen flow to your skin. Toe pain can be a symptom of skin death.
Pain, swelling, and redness in your legs. Difficulty breathing, Chest pain, Trouble moving your limbs, Trouble seeing, walking, or speaking. (Well, I’ve all of them!)
Check your toes often, especially if you feel discomfort, and contact your doctor as soon as possible if you experience pain. 
Hahaha! If? Hehehe!

I lost the plot there, sorry!

I finished making the waste bags and putting them near the flat’s door, then returned to the computer to ensure that things would work. I hope!

Within minutes, the intercom buzzed again. I thought the Asda driver had forgotten something, or maybe the Social Lady was visiting… I hoped! But it was neither. It was the Asda order for next week that had arrived! 
WHAT A PLONKER!
I’ve done it again—I ordered two food deliveries in the same week, and even worse, I ordered them for the same day and time! 
Depression Derek Dawned!

The driver put the goods into boxes and bags for me. He had to shoot off; he was miles behind with his schedule of deliveries. Poor chap. He left the boxes in the hallway for me. And I sorted them out in the kitchenette – with a definite feeling of de-ja-vu! Marmite cheese, beef slices, lemon fool, and lemon curd desserts are on view. Three ready-made meals, Cumberland pie, Shepherds pie and a Lamb Hot Pot. A BBQ pork pie, a reasonable price that, a third off the regular price! Lamb pattie, and half-price imitation chicken, cooked chicken pieces. 
Getting them into the already full fridge was a work of art. As you can see from the photo on the left, I took a picture of the fridge’s contents. I hope I can read the sell-by dates without dropping something as I manoeuvre them around to read them. Two Carers had been by the time I started this blog well into the afternoon.

I had already used Ccleaner twice and dared not use it again when a Memory-Shortage warning appeared on the screen. This depressed me more than it had before, and I gave up on the computer and made a meal. I took a terrible photo of it. Nice though!
I walked into the doorframe as I took the things to wash in the kitchen. Then, 2 I dropped the plastic plate, and it cracked. 
Instant fatigue and brain fog came on as I sat down in the c1966, £300 pound, second-hand charity-shop-bought, crumb-containing, odour-retaining, Harold’s Haemorrhoid-testing, nauseatingly beige-coloured, non-working, virus-breeding recliner, to watch some TV. I felt sure I was going to drift off into a deep sleep. But, No! I sat there, unaware of anything I was doing, and going off into… I don’t know the word for this. I was going into deep thoughts of the past and imagining the future. It was weird, and I knew it was, but I went along with it, hoping that sleep would arrive. But Sweet Morpheus didn’t come, despite my seemingly feeling even more tired and in need of it.
After an hour or so, Carer Chris arrived. I did not move from the recliner for his visit, and I don’t know what we discussed.
I continued with the long-gone and future thoughts. Occasionally, while trying to watch TV, I had several quick nod-offs, but not many.
I assumed another hour had gone when Chris arrived for his last call, five hours later!
I recall him saying, “You’ve not moved out of this chair since my last visit, have you?” I agreed, asking him how he knew.
“Your legs are in the same position on the chair as when I left you!” I still have not moved from the recliner. He took off my socks as I lay there with my feet up on the chair.
After Chris departed, I thought I’d better get up and do something, despite having a sleepless five or six hours doing sod-all apart from having fears of the past and fantasies for the future… I then swiftly fell asleep. I woke up with a jump, thinking I’d only just nodded off, only to find it was 06:00 hrs in the morning. I made notes to remind myself of events and rose up to remove the catheter pouch. After that long stay in one position, Cartilage Chloe pained me like never before! Chloe gave way, and I collapsed to the floor.
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TTFNski!

Inanely Inchy: Monday 7th October 2024

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I made up unintentionally for not getting to sleep for ages, and when I did get off, I slept through until 07:45hrs!
Getting about five hours’ worth of blissful sleep that was only interrupted a few times when played up twingingly. But I fell back into the land of nodding quickly enough after each stabbing pain.
I lay there on the bed, planning the best way to escape from the bed with the least pain from the Cartilage Carole and Back-Pain-Brenda. The door chime chimed, and in walked Carer Richard. We spoke as I manoeuvred my way free of the bed and fell down again on my rear end, upsetting & .  When I did get stood up, & they played me up.
Richard was talking to me, but I was a little ‘out-of-it’ still coping with the morning’s mangled mind, cartilage, and neurotransmitter difficulties, so have little idea what Richard was saying or what I was answering.
A came into focus a few minutes later, though. I think I did a bit of moaning about something. Then I stopped when I realised it was pointless. 
I forgot to ask Richard to put on my diabetic socks. Then, I emptied the nocturnal catheter bag while he was doing his paperwork. The lad still had his leg clamps on, the complete works this time, and looked shattered. Bless him. I imagine it must be a long job getting them on and off. He’s still having to use his crotch/walking stick. He issued the medications and limped to get home and to bed. I bade him farewell and a good sleep.

Cartilage Carole was less bothersome for a while, possibly MedPhorpainbecause I was taking Codeine with the medications and rubbing in some Phorpain gel. I used the last of the extra-strong ones, which perhaps helped. They stopped making it, so I’ve only used it when I felt I needed it. It’s all gone now! Tsk! Then I , using the regular Porpain gel. But of course, I’m limited as to where I can get at it and apply it. Still, it’s better than nothing at all. The new tube in the medical drawer was only 15% strong. Humph! 

I meandered carefully onto the balcony to take some snaps of the view, starting with the mudslide at the end of the car park. It must have been raining last night. See how quick I grasped that detail? Haha! Then, I took a shot of the nearby houses from the kitchenette.

I belatedly got the computer on…
I had to go through the Ccleaner process again, as the computer would not let me post graphics from anywhere in the WordPress gallery due to a lack of memory. Depression dawned! It took me over an hour and a half to clean things up. To re-login, I had to go through CorelDraw, Excel, Word, Google, Grammarly, Asda, J Sainsbury, Amazon, etc., searching through my scribbled notebook to find passwords. I didn’t see the Norton’s. Curse!

Carer Chloe arrived. I was not in a sound frame of mind because I was so het-up about the computer problems. After the gal had gone, memories were sparse.

Do you see the face in the first of the sky photos I took? There is possibly a dolphin and an animal’s head in there as well. Well, I can see one? I do love pareidolianing. No effort is required; things in the clouds I see automatically. 

This afternoon, the snap of the full catheter day pouch may have been a painting, not a photograph. I think my bending down to take it and using the flash on the Kodak caused this odd outcome. The muslin bag seems invisible, and the wee-wee is a weird colour in the snap as well?

I was having balance and dizziness problems on and off all day long, but they were less frequent as the day turned to evening. I had several dizzies in the afternoon that came on quickly, but they were over in minutes. Maybe connected to Friday night’s tumble from the ladder, methinks.

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I must sing the praises of this toothache spray; I’m not saying it kills the pain, but it sure dullens it. It eases !

I received a call from Social Services regarding my being referred by the ambulance service after my fall on Friday night. I fear they called when I was in mid-seizure, although I came out of it within seconds. I think.

I’m not sure what I said in return to her questions. I think she will ring me back, yes, I’m sure she said that. I know she asked a lot of questions, but I also recall my stuttering and forgetting things I was going to say. Oh, dear.

Computer problems again.

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Affable Inchy: Sunday 6th October 2024

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ON THIS DAY IN 1960, INCHY STARTED A JOB AS A STREET GAS LAMP LIGHTER & SNUFFER IN NOTTINGHAM.
It is believed he made £1.10.0 a week, but he earned more than that from people asking him to hit their bedroom window with his pole to wake them up. We suspect the money was used for his other interests. See photo left.

As of this moment (15:35hrs), I’ve been clear of any Accifauxpas, serious Whoopsiedangleplops, and even free of Electric Shocking Sherida! But the day has brought some terrible back pains. I assume this was caused by my launching off of the stepladder. The painkillers and Phorpain Gel have been heavily used. But I know it could have been worse, and I might have ended up in the hospital… having meals fed me. Hahaha!
There has been little worth mentioning, apart from the short mini-seizure I had when the Carer was here. It won’t be in his log book, as he was leaving when I had it. He told me it lasted only a minute or so. But I’ve never had a seizure before when I was stood up. Always when I was lying or sitting down. Even CorelDraw has not crashed. I shouldn’t have said that! Silly Boy! Very few photos were taken. As usual, I struggled with the typing errors, spending more time correcting than perfecting. Humph!

Way too deep!

Nice late-morning shot.

Wet Room Duties.

First Carer called.

Left, ahead & to the right, kitchen window.

The early meal started with pots in the oven.

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While serving up the nosh.

I’m not sure if it was the food or me, but I was not armoured by the taste or flavour of this effort. Shame!

The lights were from the Goose Fair, about a mile away to the left of the window.

A different shade and colour?

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Keep Content, Be Happy & Cheers!
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Ambulance Calling Inchy: Friday 4th October 2024

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Dark.

There were six visits today. All were Trotsky Terence mode. Messy!

Another mystery!

Morning views.

Food Delivery.

Noon view.

More visits…

Carer Chris.

Evening view.

Lots of computer problems again.
I decided to give up and turned everything off, intending to get some food.

My plans were interrupted. As I turned on the light, the lightbulb gave a momentary flash and then died. It was getting dark, too.
I got the step ladder. With my history of using this, I should have known better!.

Everything went quiet as I fell backwards off the steps and got entangled with the stepladder on the floor. Whether it was a mini-seizure or I knocked myself out, I’m not sure. 
Half an hour later (estimated), I became aware of where I was and the pain involved. 
I pressed my alarm wristlet button and had to move off my knees and onto my bottom. The pain from Cartilage Chloe & Caroles was, to say the least, excruciating. Of course, then I had the pleasure of Haemorrhoid Harold stinging and bleeding.
The Nottingham City Homes lady acknowledged me. I told her my situation, and she called for an ambulance. I mentioned that the caregivers could be called, as I needed to get back up. She called them and said they had no one to respond but would get someone when the night shift started. She added that the ambulance would arrive once they had one free. Checked on me over the next hour or so, and I kept trying to get up, but without any luck. The lady said just stay where you are until the ambulance arrives. Which it did shortly.
I was impressed with the two paramedics who attended. One took control, asking relevant questions, and then they used a quilt over my back and under my arms to haul me back up on my feet. They did a grand job. They even put the new lightbulb in for me after they arrived and confirmed I was okay. They also took my temperature and BP.

They even made me some sandwiches as they left ♥

Carer Chris arrived. He’d met the ambulance crew on his way up and their way down. He sorted out some medications and painkillers for me. Cleared some mess left from the
ambulance visit.

I wasn’t in so much pain after the Codeines had done their job. My balance was a bit dodgy, and I had a series of mini-seizures when I tried to get to sleep. All was good otherwise!

TTFN

Inaccurate Inchy: Thursday 3rd October 2024

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I’d fallen asleep again last night in the recliner. Well, it took a few hours for me to nod off. I think I must have got around six unbroken hours of sleep. Waking up when Carer Christopher arrived.
I believe I waffled on about something for a while. My body simply refused to get up, and a tiredness overcame me like never before. No idea why? I was, to say the least, feeling muddle-headed as well.
I lay there unmoving for about five more hours!
I was not sleeping. I just sat there thinking and confusing myself, feeling weak, and the innards started rumbling. This forced me into imitation action, and I delicately freed myself from the clutches of the warm 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 Christened it Recliner Roger today). My balance was all over the place. But I took my time and visited the wet room to remove the nocturnal pouch and utilise the Porcelain Throne.
I came so close to falling asleep on the Throne, but I didn’t… well, I don’t think I did, anyway. Of course, I may have had a brief kip. Hehe! I cleaned up and went back to the recliner room. That was when I saw it was 11:25hrs already! I still felt so drained and tired, so I thought I’d do some cleaning to get the limbs moving. I didn’t know if there was any possibility of getting the brain going. I made up some needed bladder water drinks, putting some bi-carbonated soda in with added lime juice. Thinking it might perk me up a bit.

Then, I got the hoover out and cleaned the carpets, which had what looked like biscuits or crisp crumbs all over them. I didn’t recall having anything to eat overnight, but I suppose I might have. But when I did the waste bins, I found no empty bikkie or crisp bags in the bins.
To my surprise, Carer Chris returned. He was doing this week’s domestic duties. He still issued the medications for me. I asked him to clean the wet room and kitchen floors for me, which the lad did. I was feeling much better now, more with it. As he was filling in the duties sheet, Carer Shaquille arrived. Not knowing that Carer Chris was here. After they had both left, I got onto the blog, which I was well behind with already, not needing to lose the five more hours I had. As I said, I was much more with it.

It’s well into the afternoon now. I spent an hour or so on the computer. I mostly tried to analyse the computer’s faults, but I was getting frustrated again with my lack of understanding of the machine’s inner workings. So, over the next two hours, I took some photos in between cursing. Here they are.
I moved into a with the actions of the computer.
CorelDraw froze yet again, and MS Word will not save anything for me. A pleasant surprise was that MS Excel was now letting me load files after yesterday’s reducing me. So I can get the Health Check Results back online. Knowing my luck or lack thereof, it’ll probably pack up on me again tomorrow.

I so hope I can get up early in the morning to get a good wash, scrub-up shower shave, medicationalings done, and the Porcelain’s Throning before the order arrives.
What am I on about? It’s coming next Tuesday, innit?

Gonna get some nosh now. TTFN.

Sleepy Inchy-Reporter Returns.

Carer Christopher called. My diabetic socks were taken off, and just one Codeine was given due to my earlier silly tumble and hitting my head against the cooker. I seem to have developed expert skills in headbutting hard objects lately. I haven’t shoulder-charged the door frame in the wet room for six days now. I shouldn’t have said that!

I prepped and served the meal, ate it, had a bag of Frazzles afterwards, washed the pots, and manoeuvred my way into bed. About two hours later, I was still lying there praying, pleading and asked Mr G if he would be kind enough to let me get to sleep and if he could please stop lambasting me, raising my patheticness, historic cock-up-reminding and the pointless,  fruitless future I face. An hour later, I gave up and got out of bed into 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, and turned the TV on… but it didn’t come on, only a floating balloon telling me ‘No Connection Available’. Harrumph! Thank you, Liberty-Global Virgin Media!
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Inabilities Inchy: Wednesday 2nd October 2024

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I woke up, finding my disgustingly jelly-bellied body in the second-hand, £300, c1968, overwhelmingly sickening beige-coloured, tatty, uncomfortable, wobbly, germ-producing, falling to pieces, food residue collecting recliner. So, I didn’t make it to the bed, then. Then, I drifted off to sleep again. Waking once more at 03:50hrs. I think I started to muse over the doctor’s visit on Saturday and all the problems I’ve got to get over to get there… then drifted off into the land of nod. Waking up at 06:10hrs. I then went into semi-panic mode! Gotten-Himmel! I’ve got the Ocado order arriving between 06:00 & 07:00hrs! I fumbled out of the recliner and hastily removed the nocturnal catcher bag.
Then, I sped… well, hobbled as quickly as I could to the wet room, for annoyingly, I needed a wash and freshen up, and even more botheringly, to use the Porcelain Throne. Just my luck, Trotsky Terence was back in control of the evacuation. Panic mode is stage 3 now. I was trying to get the things cleaned up to avoid missing the delivery, and I couldn’t hear the door chime in the wet room. No new pants were on, so I left the old ones on and got a fresh dressing gown. 
I stayed in the kitchen and hallway, got the waste bags, and ensured the return bags were handy.
I took a snap of the view and checked the weather. I can hear the buzzer in there. 
There was no rain, but we had some more in the night. I know that because I nipped onto the balcony to check the mudslide situation in the car park.
As I came back in, I confirmed that Doreen Dementia had me by the goolies. I realised that the time now was 05:45hrs!!! I’ll change the battery on the clock letter. Humph!
Ten minutes later, the door chime chimed as the delivery arrived. The driver put the bags through the door for me. Asking if I was alright, Adding, You’re looking a little pale, mate; I thought I was doing okay given the panic modes, Trotsky Terence, dirty PPs on, and the lesion bleeding. Haha! I started unloading the bags. As you can some good stuff was delivered today. The cream cakes were not for me. No, really! Everything in this photo was, though. Yummy!
Yellow tomatoes, Polish-cooked bacon, lemon mousse, yoghourt, and fresh garden peas—slurp! Boczek and classic bacon. They tasted so excellent!

The peas are Nigerian. I’m hoping things go well today so I can make a good nosh of small roast potatoes, some peas, and bacon before midnight. But it didn’t work out. I’ve had computer problems all day long. It’s already 21:25hrs, and I’m only up to here. To say all I’ve had come, the fridge didn’t look overfull. But it’s quality, not quantity.
I’ve got plenty of bladder juice, mind you. I’ve got some cordial, a lemon and a lime for when I get sick of drinking plain water.
I flavoured a bottle of Highland Spring water and put it in the cabinet near my knees when I’m on the computer. It has non-opening drawers and doors that have fallen off. It’s beginning to make worrying creaking noises, but when I remove the hearing aids, the noise disappears.
I then got some of the mini-potatoes to roast later on. I’m sure I’ll get time before the early morning hours. Tsk!
I cut out the cooking instructions and timing from the bag and left it on the tray with the potatoes. However, I fear it may result in me having a bag of crisps and falling asleep.

I spent hours changing things on the computer to save memory. When it started refusing to save graphics again, I used Ccleaner. Everything has to be turned off while it does a check and clean-up. This means every program I use after the scan needs to be signed into again!
More time lost… but it got even better… the lousy luck, I mean! Excel does not allow me to save anything; the same goes for MS Word! So, I can’t do the Health Checks anymore; I mean, record them. Eventually, I could save again. Then CorelDraw Crashed! This time, a box came up for me to tell them what I was doing when it crashed. I told them uncertainly what I thought of their ‘miserably pathetic service I’m being charged for’. I offered them some advice, pointing out that I wish to leave, get out of the contract, and find a graphic package that may let me work and work itself! But they have never replied to the dozens of complaints I’ve made previously.

I’m going to have to cut things short. Here are my quick notes and the photos I have left. Carer Shaquille, then Carer Sam, and Carer Kara, who took a minute to search for and find the night bags that I’d assured her three Carers and I  had searched for without any luck. She found them in minutes! She is good! 
CarerPromise did the last two calls.
A JS’s order for next week was done.
Photographicalisations of the changing sky views throughout the day. The sun came through for a while as if to just say ‘Hello’ to me. Hehe!

On his last call, Carer Promise medicated me and took off the diabetic socks for me.

I can’t continue for much longer. I’m tired and hungry. Making the planned meal will be complicated and time-consuming, but I hope it will also be delicious.
I can hope. Haha! I asked Carer Promise not to put the nocturnal pouch on yet, as carrying it and the stick while cooking my meal would be awkward. He left it on the bed for me.

This snap is from this morning when I had my mug of Glengettie. No, it was Thompson’s Punjana tea and four dunked bikkies.

I’m going to start the cooking process now. I’ll try to read some comments while the potatoes are roasting. A flood of comments has come in, and I don’t want to miss replying to either of them.

CONTENTS:
Roast Potatoes – Urgh!
Garden Peas – Okay
Red Onions – Good
Tomatoes – Nice
Boczek – Grrreat!

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Ornatley Oval Inchy: Tuesday 1st October 2024

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Well, I thought I was depressed a fair bit yesterday. The depression reached a new depth when I woke up at 05:10hrs.  Not that I got much sleep, to gloominess and despondency. Getting out of the chair, which I had to kip in, the famous 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, due to the double day bagged catheter contraption that kept waking me up, making things bleed, and painful to boot! I was unaware, or mayhap, just not bothered about the pains from the cartilages, toothache or Arthur Itis as I got up onto my wobbly legs.
The problem that bothered me was where the nocturnal catheter pouches had disappeared. Carer Promise and I searched the flat last night for them without having any success. But my warped Congiscent Impairment Iris mind insisted before even taking off the double-hanging small day bags that I had hanging down to the floor and had caused Little Inchies fungal lesion to bleed to make another search for the night bags.
During the lengthy search, my mind wandered about many other problems. How do I get to the Doctor on Saturday if someone does not contact them to find out if I can have both injections on the same day? How do I get there? It’s probably too late to get a booking with Easy-Link anyway. The only alternative will be for me to walk there. The last time I tried to walk back from the surgery, I ended up in the hospital. Not that I could remember it, but I either fell over or collapsed on Mansfield Road near Winchester Street. Then, I went back to searching for the catheter bags. I searched the junk room and looked in the wet room. Taking off the catheter’s added day bag while in there. The hallway and then the kitchen. I went back to the front room, and the realisation that Little Inchie was bleeding came to my attention as the blood dropped on my bare feet. I was Gobsmacked when the door chime-chimed, and in came Carer Richard. I apologised for keeping him waiting as I cleaned up Little Inchy and put on some of the mendicant to stop the bleeding. I went through to the front room to see Carer Richard and apologised for keeping him waiting.

I knew this was the last job of his shift, and I didn’t want to delay him getting home. We managed a little natter after he’s done the medicals. As I have told every carer who called for the last week, I told him about my worries and lack of progress on the appointments, etc. He has this habit of just telling me what to do, which I know, but can’t do without help for the hearing on the phones and help with bookings to get a lift to and from all of the appointments in line and those that need making. This doctor’s appointment, and as Kara told a carer, the doctor does not arrange home visits for inoculations. Yet, two carers told me they had clients who were getting them. Perhaps only being handicapped mentally and physically, or I’m not old enough to get home visits, it might be best to die; that’ll please Starmer. It’d make his day, especially if, by some miracle, someone had shown him my political odes. Hehe!
After Richard departed, I did another long search for the catheter nocturnal bags, looking in the daftest places that had previously been unsearched. 

Then, I had a wash and brush up and started the computer. But had to return to the wet room for a rear-end evacuation. This time it was ‘s turn to be in charge. Even more blood got rid of. Still, not much cleaning up to be done after the event.

Back to the computer, and what a shock! The door chime chimed. It was Carer Sam calling. I was still on a downer. How long had I spent searching for the pouches? I reckon it was four hours in total. And the blog had not even been started yet. I explained my problems to Carer Sam again. I mentioned how confused and worried about the doctor’s appointment, getting there and back, and now, the night Catheter Bag Mystery. She said she’d speak with the warden Deana, to see if she could help. I did mention that many carers tried to get the doctor for me, but they were all but on the waiting system, and the nearest to be answered, if I remember, was Carer Chloe, who was in position number 13! Both the others had a longer wait. None of them could afford to wait that long and had to give up. I assume that the appointment on Saturday is not going to be held. It’s going to be too late to book a lift, anyway. Most frustrating!

It pressed on with the blogging, but it was going so slowly. I kept stopping to take a photo of the rain now and then.
First shots from the balcony.

Second go, from the kitchen window.

Next ones, back on the balcony.

Then, the kitchenette window again.
I think I got up around 04:00 hours. And it’s now 18:00hrs, and the rain has not stopped!

Carer Christopher arrived, I think he’s fed up with my moaning. Fair enough, so am I!

It looks like Warden Deana came through for me again. ♥, as Carer Christopher arrived bearing a bag of Nocturnal Catheter Bags!

Time to get some food sorted out.

Jumping Jehoshaphat! What a fantastic-tasting nosh I made tonight! It was a simple fare: a tin of tomatoes, cheap bacon bits cooked in the oven, and boiled potato cut into cubes in a bowl. With Milk Roll slices bread, and a lemon & lime yoghourt to follow. Great!
I’m in danger of cheering up here!

After washing the pots, I took a few snaps from the kitchenette window. The first one here gave out an aura of mystery for some unknown reason. The second one, well, this did confuse me greatly. Is that a planet in the sky? Indeed, is it not the moon at this time of night? A blotch on the lens of the camera? Just another of the Mysteries of Woodthorpe Court, with the hobgoblins, spectres, gnomai, phantasms, ghosts, 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 already busying away at losing its marbles & sanity? Just thought I’d mention it.
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Depressed, Gloomy Inchy: Monday 30th September 2024

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Taken about 23:20hrs.
With my constant waking up and struggling to get back to sleep, I decided to get up and try to take snaps of the Goose Fair lights coming from the rides. Undoubtedly, one of the most terrible efforts of nocturnal photography that I have ever made a mess of!
Well, all but the last one.

But that one was not zoomed in, and I had the window to lean on to try and keep Shuddering Shoulder Shirley from shaking me about. Nothing is going right with my plans and designs. There is no progress, no light at the end of the tunnel.

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I woke up and fell asleep. Then I did the same thing 20 minutes later. On about the fifth wakening, I forced myself out of the bed. I battled to get the Nocturnal Catheter Pouch released from the day bag and was disappointed to see how dark the urine was. It seemed about as Dark as my incoming depressions.
I left the pouch on top of the bed so the caregiver could see it and give me a colour rating figure for the NHS Blood Pressure record.
I changed the ancient calendar clock to today’s setting. They were manual when they were made, which I imagine was in the early 1970s.
It was actual Goose Fair weather out there, as I took a photo of the fog and drizzle falling. Later in the day, a rain warning was issued.

As I turned from the kitchen window, my limited anger brewed! The annoyance was aimed only at me. I’d left the hot water tap running yet again! So, it is more hassle as I’ll have to get the ablutions done much later when the water heater kicks in. Oh, lucky me! Idiot!

Carer Richard came in. The lad was on his crutch, and it was the end of his shift, so he was paid with his leg and ankle, which were all strapped up again. He sorted the medications for me and then checked the medical drawer stocks. I’d hoped to remember to ask him to check the us-by-date on the filled Enoxaparin hypodermics, but as usual, I forgot to. Frustrating!

I started the blog, but I encountered difficulty after the problem. The memory messages kept coming up. Inevitably, CorelDraw froze on me while opening! I had to unplug everything to close it down, which meant getting back on, which took three times as long as usual. I’m still unsure if I chose the proper actions when prompted because I couldn’t understand or recognise what many offered me or meant.
CorelDraw restarted without apparent faults, and I started uploading photographs from last night. The bitmap editor was working okay. Then, the computer would not send the graphics or photos to the WordPress gallery. More short-on-memory messages came up on the screen.
I went into the recycle bin and found only a few items in it after yesterday’s Ccleaning. But I still couldn’t get the graphics to the file. I turned everything off again and rebooted. No good!
So I tried Ccleaner again. I was confused when it offered to continue, and it told me that icons and plug-ins would be put in sleep mode if I continued. I bravely clicked the ‘Continue’ button, but I felt nervous. Had I done the wrong thing or not? Maybe, perhaps? 

I’ve asked everybody if they can help me get a computer man to add memory to the machine. I’ve phoned and asked three engineers, and none have responded positively, but I am positive I can’t cope with things.

Carer Chloe did the midday call, and I told her about my need to contact the Doctor to see if the two injection appointments could be done together and, more urgently, if they could arrange a home visit instead. I know I’m just adding to the nurse’s and Caregivers’ duties, and I feel guilty. I’ll also need help arranging an Easy-Link there and back home if they can’t do home visits for Saturday’s injections. Chloe did her best, but I think she was on a queuing list and did not have the time to spend helping. She’d got other clients to visit. Chloe said she’d ring later and let me know. ♥ Bless her. I’ll see how things pan out. But without help, I’m lost. I’ll just not have the injections.

A call came from the DVT Warfarin Anticoagulation Department at the QMC. I love that title. Haha! It was from Nurse Hristina, who advised me that she would call in the morning to take my blood. Another treasure! ♥

The rain has lightened a smidgen, but it is still falling. I poddled onto the balcony to take a shot of the Citrus  Way end car park’s mudslide coming down from Woodthorpe Grange Park. I imagine that the constant flooding may damage the flats’ foundations. But I couldn’t give a toss, as I feel today. Utterly frustrated and depressed with the lack of action and help with any problems being actioned on. Yes, I’m sinking spiritually, and stupid thoughts maturing! A frustration like never before. Oh, the rains got a little livelier lately. 
Now, If I could get a little livelier…Ha-Ha! The rain is now back to a pitter-patter, but does it matter to me? No!

I’ve just been to check if the hot water had hotted up enough for a shower and shave with all the associated attached duties; teggies, medicationalisationings, catheter rearranging, and getting back on, along with the dreaded getting the fresh PPs on. The water is heating up, but I’ll give it another hour to ensure it will be hot enough to shave in. I’ll have a go on WP comments and Reader. Not many of either on WP yet; I’ll hoover the room and dive in for the ablutionings. Back in a bit… well, two hours, that’s how long it takes me on average.
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I’m back! The hot water was not warm enough for a shower, so I did the shaving first. I may add that it was a cutless shave, too! My first of the day! I searched for what must have been my fifth one today and found the cream. number two was engaged! The closest thing to a miracle was getting the fresh PPs on afterwards and reading them for dressing. It must have taken me;  wait for it; it took just three minutes to get them on! Honestly! I barely felt pain when I lifted my left leg to aim the foot at the leg opening. Number three!
It was a bit nippy without the socks on, but the slippers had a lining. So I put on the heavy Pancho, or should that be a Poncho? Grammarly seems happy with both. Ah, it just told me that Pancho is not or is the wrong word. Now it’s changed, and Pancho is accepted with a capital P. Gawd! Grammarly is more of a ditherer than I am in making its mind up. It might be a town? (Pancho). I’ll look it up on Google. The answer: Pancho is the nickname for Francisco. Poncho is Alfonso’s nickname, and neither has anything to do with the garment’s origin. I had to read that a few times to understand it. Hehe! Well, here’s a selfie of me in my Poncho at the computer.

After starting the computer, the brightness kept changing of its own accord. It did it about six times, but it seems to have stopped playing up now. Also, the CorelDraw screen suddenly disappeared! Luckily, I’d done no work on it, so I closed it down and opened it again!
My depression, which had been helped due to the excellent , dawned again.
Back to normal!

I’m waiting for the teatime medications, Carer. Then I can make summat to eat. I’ll do the evening BP and a quiz graphic for the blog tomorrow.

Carer Promise could not find any night Catheter Pouches. We did a long search for them. All I could recall… or thought I could, was Promise opening a new bag last week, and instead of taking one out, took the lot out. At the time, I was sure this happened. But our mutual search proved negative. Now, with the tiny day pouches that are far too small, I had a problem. Promise called the Carers office and departed, saying he would be back. He returned and attached a 2nd-day bag to the current-day bag. Although both were small, they still overreached the floor when I stood up. This meant I’d have to bend down to empty it during the night. He added that a Carer would call on me a few times overnight to ensure things were okay. This gave me more confidence, and I dubiously thanked him, and off he went. 
Naturally, no night carer called to see if things were alright, but I didn’t think they would.

Lamburgers and potatoes with sauce, eating the lamb in wholemeal bread sandwiches. I dropped the pot of lemon yoghourt, it burst open. By then, I was so low with all the problems on my mind that I could get no help with them, and I saw no solutions to put right.
Computer, camera, Catheter night bags, getting to the Doctor’s visit and back again, seizures, glaucoma. Toothache Tiffany, and Ordering medical attachments.
The realisation was that my memory, clarification, cognisance skills and arithmaphobia, thus, these problems and arithmaphobia ensured that my confidence and depression were going to go away or be cured.
I am at my lowest ebb ever.
I can’t rely on my memory, and my body and mind go off on their own routes. Because I can still use the computer, albeit taking so much longer and being error-ridden and maddening. I sense that people are suspicious of my ailments. This may be why help is not forthcoming with my problems. I now think my precious moments of clarity and upbeatness are not good. But at least for however long these feelings appear, I stop worrying.  

I’d love to take another assessment at the madhouse in Nuthall. Typing this bit reminded me of the current problems with getting to see the doctor.
The cycle of worries started again.
As I lay in bed, I had dark thoughts. But having to keep checking on the two small catheter pouches broke my thoughts of things!

Someone could show me how, where, and when to order the pouches, straps, pads, etc. from. Write it down so I can remember details and timings. Inform me when I can and cannot request a lift from Easy-Link. That would help. Losing Kara was my biggest disappointment. She would come and sort things, file them, and list them, and now I can’t remember the phone numbers for various sections. I can’t even get in touch with my bank. She knew all about my bank accounts and contacts; she was a brilliant blessing for me in more ways than one.
I can’t blame her for moving to the Carers Office job. She’ll be great at that, too. No doubt the pay will increase, so I can understand her decision. ♥
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Scrumdiddlyumptious Inchy: Sunday 29th September 2024

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It was another night of waking up with a jerk and jump. Each time I spurted awake, I could hear the noise from Goose Fair, which is over a mile away from the flats. It wasn’t until I woke again at 02:00hrs that the cacophony began to die down. But the jumping awake kept on for a while longer. 
04:30hrs I stirred for the umpteenth time, and I decided to give up and get up. Humph! So I got up.
I removed the nocturnal catheter pouch and took this terrible photo of it. It’s not one of the better ones, but the need for the Porcelain Throat developed as I took it. So I took the pouch to empty into the wet room with me and got seated on the plastic, just in time! The flow started and came. And came, then came a little bit more! This morning, there was a definite increase in the acidity of the smell. Phew! What a mess again to clean up. I had to use a full toilet roll in one go to clean things up satisfactorily. Then, I felt the need to put some bleach and disinfectant into the pan, and I sprayed some air fresheners around the room and hallway. I then emptied the pouch and wrapped it up for the health bin.

I went into the kitchenette and checked the faucets, fridge, and cooker; all were okay.

What a fantastic colour the sky was. Blue sky at night, Shepherd’s delight, Blue sky in the morning, Shepherd’s warning, as Dad quoted so often in my whipper-snapper days. This got me thinking back to the hellishness of life back then. The police would be calling regularly to find Mother. They never did. She ran away somewhere until she had a good con sorted out and took herself to the police station. Dad always took her back… or at least she always returned eventually. Then fights and arguing would start again between them. ‘Things would go missing again’. Taking sides was not a good idea; I tried to please them out of fear. Yet there were some excellent moments.
Precious few, in later life.

Carer Shaquille arrived. He sorted out his medications and put on diabetic socks. He received calls throughout his short visit, so I assume the Caregivers are busy. 
Shaq’s a nice bloke.

Carer Joanne later. She has medical troubles; bless her. She is a lovely lady. She looks after me, and we can have a laugh together. She is my sort of gal.

Then, it started again with the computer. CorelDraw first. I lost hours when it froze and had to reboot. But when it began, it froze again! A window came up asking what I was doing when it crashed. But it didn’t let me write anything before it disappeared! So, with my fingers crossed, I had to shut everything down and reboot afresh. A fat lot of good that did. It loaded up so far, but without one of the toolbars showing, it froze again! Now, I was as near to angry as I’d been for ages.
It loaded all the way this time, but it took ages to get there! The toolbar was showing, but with some options blanked out. They came back later.
By then, I’d made a couple of quiz graphics and went to save them but couldn’t! ‘Memory shortage again.’
So I ran Ccleaner, which offered me more options this time and soon clarified what it could do. 
However, I had to resign in on CorelDraw, WordPress, and Grammarly. I imagine it will be the same for Word and Excel when I use them, but I do not have passwords. 
Hours lost again, frustration, depression with a sick feeling in my head, fed-up! 

I seem to have more than my share of bad luck.
Can’t get any help, wherever I look,
Life really is beginning to suck!
Now I’ve to resign in on Word Hippo, me duck,
I am indeed an unlucky pillock!
I’m not a violent man, not a crook…
I went to Throne, gave my bottom a shrug,
And found a new boil on my buttock!
I wish I owned a Glock…
To end my decade-long run of bad luck…
I may try to read the Good Book?
If Glaucoma will allow me to look…
I feel a rather senile schmuck,
Life was once peaceful and snug,
I’ve frustrations & and I shake,
My problems; I expect a visit from a vrock,
Failures I can no longer stomach,
I could get out if I bought a tuk-tuk?
Still, I can give my new boil a tug,
Toothache spray, fill up a mug?
I think I’ve lost the plot, going berserk?
I am a berk, I just gave a little smirk!
My life is in complete havoc…
I can’t cope ’cause I’m a wazzock.
Will there be peace when I die?
Or will I get an aftershock?
If I can get to the surgery, I’d ask the doc’,
Why? Why? Why?
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Well, that came out a bit glum.
I could do with a change of luck.
Still, it was only in fun.
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On the bright side, the slippers the catheter peed into came out all right after being washed in the laundry room. The new diabetic socks are comfy, which can’t be said about the Catheter contraption.

And the antique battery clock thingy is still working. I haven’t dropped it yet. I’m looking for signs of things improving, you see? Let’s not push things out of the realms of possibility; I should look for things that are not going as badly as usual. That’d be nice!

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I took this sky view earlier in the day, but somehow, I missed posting it on the blog.
Nothing unusual there. It’s when I get something right that the celebrations start.

A simple meal for a simple imitation man.
Everything, not much variety, went down and tasted lovely. But I got a stomach ache later in the morning when I was in bed. I knew the potatoes were undercooked, but I still enjoyed eating them. I’m paying the price for the undercooking now. Tsk!
I got up and tried to take photos of the distant lights on Goose Fair. I’ll put them on tomorrow’s blog because they were the worst shots of the week, and I’m not proud of them. I thought it better not to put them on at first, but I take good, not-so-good, bad, and pathetic photos, so I will. 
I got a bit mixed up there.
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FAIR & FAYRE THEE WELL!

Aeipathic Inchy: Saturday 28th September 2024

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I’m having even more trouble with the computer again. Today, I had to use one of the old Inchy Good Morning photos because the 800 photos I lost a week ago are gone, and now, most of the new ones have joined them in the ether. I can’t begin to describe my utter frustration!
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Really, the only ailments that ruled the day were in the first place:
, she was well in the lead. She must have given way at least ten times up to now. Second came:
. But the rather expensive pain spray did keep her partially under control. But, it may have broken the heart of the Bank Manager. I’m expecting more emails and texts from him. And thirdly: 
She enjoyed a rare day and night-long ball with some of her best efforts to date. Not all of them were really bothersome. She would cunningly, repeatedly give me between 3 to 6 mini strikes up to the knee from the ankle, then drop a cracker that would reach up as far as my groin!  
Just once, Sherida struck as I was hobbling into the wet room to empty the filled catheter pouch, and Cartilage Chloe gave way almost simultaneously. It was the shock, not the pain, the agony of crawling back to the £300 second-hand shop bought, c1966. It was moth-eaten, bedraggled, grotty, cringingly beige-coloured, much-dilapidated, crumb-containing from my nocturnal nibblings, bug-ridden, itch-inspiring, and not working recliner, to slowly, excruciatingly drag and haul my midriff-dominated body up onto the feet again, that was far worse than the tumble. The carer mentioned I had a nosebleed, which I’d not noticed.
What a grand afternoon it was!

Going to be short on detail in this blog. All the time lost with the computer cock-ups and Sherida’s concentration-crippling blast of bodily electricity. Humph!
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I woke up around 04:00 hrs. I recall thinking, “Great, I can get the ablutions done and onto the computer to make a good start for once!” I fell asleep again. I woke up again with a jerk. I don’t know when. Determined to get out of bed, I sank back into the land of nod. The next time I stirred into imitation life, it was gone at 07:00 hrs! Now, instead of a determination, I panicked for some reason and fumbled out of bed, balance exercises missed. As I emptied the catheter nocturnal pouch, the need for the arrived. So, off to the wet room.
The evacuation took about ten seconds as the almost liquid contents splashed into the WC. Cleaning up afterwards took about 15 minutes.
I’ll have to cut down on detail, sorry. But it is almost time for bed now, and I’ve a meal to sort out yet.
The new to me, ancient clock was adjusted,

Late morning shot.
An hour or so later, I took another.

The £599.00 /100 ml Toothache pain relief spray was well used throughout the day… and night!

The computer started playing up, then the keyboard. For once, I’d sooner not go into detail, partly because I can’t recall everything and in what sequence they took place.
The depression came.

The clouds began to clear.

Carer Joanne (or was it Carer Shaq or Perfect?) put on my socks for me after I’d done the ablutions, at long last. I was still down, and the computer was not working correctly again, and my heart sank.

After she or he went, I saved what it would allow me to and turned everything off. One last desperate try, with an added prayer, my last hope… I let the computer rest.

The mixed clouds were pretty. It was nice.
But my soul was not ready to show interest
as I would typically have.

I was checking the two ready-made meals I hoped to have later on in the same dish. I snapped them. My hunger will not return until I find out if the computer works.

A bit of brightness getting through.

Then I tried the computer again.
Thank Heavens! It seems to be working.
A lot slower, but working!
YAHOO!
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I pressed on with this blog, hoping it would continue to relate to me and my work. It has been going on for about 19:30 hours. I will now attempt to get a meal made and eaten.
I’ll try to get up early, which is a big ask for me this week. Working into the morning hours has done me physically and mentally, but I’ve never had any problem waking up or getting up—well, until this week.
I hope Sherida and Chloe are kind to me and the computer. If the computer goes down again, I’ll not be responsible for my actions – lousy luck will be!

I hope to be back early in the morning.
The silly things I say… Tsk!

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A delectable double-dinner!

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