INCHY: Tuesday 26th September 2023. Chow!

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Oh, yes… Gorrit!
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This day was, well… Mayhem! Again!
Had to really cut back on blogging. As the nurse said I’ve to keep my leg raised! I’ll tell yer in a bit…

First thing on waking. Well, after passing wind, and sensing that both ingrowing toenails, on the left foot, and on the right, were painful, I bent down to remove the night pouch from the clutches of , and gave me head a wobble… not the usual one; this was an instant version, without the usual warning signs. This told me today, he was going to enjoy himself at my expense. (He did later, too!)
I was so amazed when I saw that the nocturnal pouch was completely empty. Yet the day pouch valve was in the open position? What happened there, I don’t know! So, I picked up and shook the pouch and tubing, and within a few moments, the urine flowed gushingly from the day to the night bag?
All seemed to be working again. lingered a little. Had this just actually happened?

I rose from the £300 second-hand shop bought, c1966, ache-making, moth-eaten, bedraggled, cringingly-beige-coloured, grotty, dilapidated, crumb-containing from my nocturnal nibblings, bug-ridden, itch-inspiring, not working recliner, and limped into the kitchen. Limping due to a combination of ailments this time. which was stinging something horrible, and challenging me to scratch at it. But I resisted. . , , the toes as mentioned, and assisted me to knock my torso against the door frame going into the kitchen. So, joined in the assault!
To make me feel even worse, the three photos I took of the morning view were all crappy!

Oh, double-dear!
Oh, treble-dear!

Off to the wet room…To get the ablutions tended to… Starting with a sudden urgent need to utilise the Porcelain Throne.
Got my feet in a bowl of soapy water with baking powder added. To soak-clean the feet while having a shave
The almost expected teeny-weeny cut, not in the neck-hole this time, but behind the earhole. The only places left that grow hair on my head. A swift sprinkle of the Brut aftershave
put an end to the leaking haemoglobin.
Then, after emptying and washing the bowl, I got into the shower. Closed the curtain, moved the chair into position, lowered the shower head to a reachable position, then…
opened the shower curtain, moved the chair, exited and out into the hallway, to turn the shower power on in the hallway. Humph! Back in, closed the curtain, and moved the chair back into position. Then I the on the chair leg. Swore, cursed a little more, and; and then I noticed the blood blood that was trickling down my leg from poor old. The pad on the geyser papule was almost dropping off, and a smidgeon of blood was making its way down the right leg as well.
I’d already decided that things were not going well, and would probably get worse, without any input for EQ either..
Got the shower finished without any other painful incidents.
The pad on the right leg , had stayed in position all through the process.

That’s the end of any detailed stuff. Rushing now…

Rubbish done.

Found that I’d left the potatoes in the crock pot for 20hrs! Tsk!

Mug of tea, Glengettie of course.

I Heath Robinsoned a new papule covering.

Good colour in the pouch.

The homemade dressing is still on.

Did I put the food delivered on or not?
Fridge choker-bloc!
Freezer, too!

Late rain.
We need it, not as bad as some areas do, though.

Just as well they were out of some foods!

Strawberry treats for the helpers.
Bananas, and my favourite three varieties of biscuits.
Maryland Cookies (UK), Lemon Puffs (Poland) & LU Petit Beurre. (France)… if only I was allowed more mugs of tea, I could eat them faster and more of them! Hehe!

Super Nosh! 9.2/10!
I made short work of this one!


Inchy: Thursday 24th August 2023 – Dacryops

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For once, things seemed to be going not too bad at all when I stirred in the £300, bought eight years ago from the second-hand shop, Harold Haemorrhoid testing, repugnantly beige-coloured, crumb containing, virus-breeding, acne-giving, rickety, none-working recliner, which was a bit of a shock to me, as you can understand. Not exactly full of the joys of spring, but the depression and Peripheral Neuropathy aches, shakes, and pains were noticeably absent this morning! At first, I thought I must have died during the night. And the Thought Storms were not pestering me either!
This state of non-panic or worrying mode… unfortunately, lasted only fugitively. As I lowered one leg at a time from the chair on which they were rested overnight, I managed to stub my right foot toe… my , against the waste bin. Guilt at my having moved it nearer to me last night to drop the crumbs and bits in as I nocturnally nibbled away at my cheese curls served to lower my previously pathetic moment of almost exhilaration at the lack of pains coming from within my blubbery body! Then, in mid-wailing, the other leg gave a mini , and slipped off of the other side of the chair, the knee hitting, with some venom, on the, which shot across to the Carer’s table and knocked a bottle of the expensive eye lotion off the counter… Yes, it hit the deck, and the cap came off – releasing about £6 worth of medication, which is currently clinging on like glue to the slipper it fell in! 
Good Morning!
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After initial, almost traditional morning mayhem, I needed to get the goolies, toe and knee sorted out, then clean up the mess. This did not go well. However, a cheery bit came to me: The Urine in the night bag was the best it’s been for ages… Colourwise!

Arthur Itis was gelled off to the wet room, and some cream put on the toe – it wasn’t easy, but I managed it painfully! With the unplanned leg exercises, I found . So, it cost me even more cash, and I had to apply creams, not only the Fungal Lesion but Phorpain Gel, to Arthur’s knees, but and now I’m on the last drop of Germoloids!
I’m a bit dubious about the ankle conditions this morning.
Hope they are not going to start ulcerating again! Still, fingers crossed. I got the Asda PPs on again. They seem small but did the job of containing the blood leaking out this morning… Good!
I sorted the waste bags and placed them in the hallway near the door.
Then, off to the kitchenette to get the kettle on for a mug of Glengettie tea. The morning view from the window. The first two I took did not come out well at all? Carer Shaquille arrived. After he’d left, I got the computer on. Shame! Humph! I decided to get the potatoes in the crockpot while waiting for to return to service. I’d
forgotten to make the brew of tea. So, I made a brew of the Glengettie tea.
Not that I got to drink it. The net came back on, and all my somewhat rather limited concentration went on starting yesterday’s blog.

Better late than never? But it didn’t last long!
Titivated the area around the Carer’s Chair & table.
The little hand vacuum is on the way out, methinks. There’s not much oomph left; the light showed the battery as fully charged, too. Pity, but it’s lasted for some years now.
Rechecked on the cooking. I put the potatoes into the saucepan with the other vegetables in it, added some tomato puree, stirred it and left it on a low heat setting.
Got the eyes sprayed, then the applied it to both eyes.
I must try the Sudocrem in the morning. The Germolene & Germoloid medications seem unavailable at any shop at the moment. I’m not expecting it to work, but I’ll try it anyway.
Got the meal prepped and served up. This one was worth all the time and effort it took.
Flavour-Rating: 9.3/10!

Carer Benjamin called for the last visit.
I’d , chimed from the doorbell, and Benjamin came in, checking that he was putting the light on before doing so. He is aware of my sight problems; bless him. He issued me with the Peptac and painkillers. Then got the night pouch attached to the day bag.
After asking him if he didn’t mind me doing so, I took the photo above of Benjamin in the Balcony. I wanted a picture of the hill dwellings to the left of the flats in the frame. That’s the ‘Upper-Crust’ housing area, Mapperley Hall Drive. With a few lower-class ones on the edges, mostly converted into flats by the Oligarch owners. That’s where the two bodies were found murdered last month… or was it in June?  I bade a thank you farewell to the lad.

Got back in the £300 second-hand shop bought, c1966. Moth-eaten, cringingly-beige-coloured, grotesque, grotty, bedraggled, dilapidated, crumb-containing from my nocturnal nibblings, bug-ridden, itch-inspiring, not-working recliner.

But sleep would return and kick off again. So after an hour or two of failed sleep-searching, I checked the taps (faucets) and the cooker was not left on or running.
What a view from the kitchenette window presented itself!
I thought the entire sky looked so much like the surface of a planet at first, maybe the moon’s? With possible lava coming from underground.

The rest of the night was spent with the thoughts tormenting me, with precious few minutes of nodding offs interspersed here and there, each followed by moments of myoclonus.

A Bonus Ode from Inchy
A rarity indeed…

I’ve worked something about myself out…
My brain is erecting a mental redoubt,
It realises there’s been a turnabout…
And is now permanently on the lookout…
For Cognitive Impairment Iris, without a doubt…
Who’s using my cerebrum as a hideout!
Where she plays, on her gadabout!
Creating senseless thoughts that whirlabout?

She could cause me a brain brownout!
It’d be good if she’d just clear out!
Well, it’s time now for me to phase out…
Now, where’s that bottle of stout?

Fare Thee All, Well!

Inchy: Tuesday 22nd August 2023

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What a Start This Morning!
The Go-Wrongables went wrong again!

It all started the moment I woke up, with agony from the gonads area. Due to the movement of the long night pouch tube that was attached to much unwanted, I must have chaffed away at the gonads as ‘things’ moved for the first time in months! I’ll not go into too much detail, but the dreaming involved things of an amorous nature, with a bit of physical passion thrown in! As I began to launch myself from the depths of the 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, I believed a glance at the wall clock, that fell off of the wall and now resides next to the squeaky Margaret Thatcher toy, on top of the electric fire, that I can’t afford to use with the cost of electricity; and panicked a little when I saw (Wrongly as it happens) that the clock showed it to be about ten past seven. And the food delivery is coming twixt 07:00 > and 08:00! In my haste to get up, the tube caught on the new air cushion that was delivered for me yesterday. No messing about with jokes at this stage… It was horrendously painful, and I felt sure the blood flowed much more than usual this morning!
I fumblingly got the night pouch off ASAP and grabbed for my , and off to the wet room to check on the state of my inguen department in the lower regions. en route against the door frame. But did not stop, went in and peeled off the bloodied protection pants, and went into an investigative mode to assess the damage. Not much Germolene left; I used most of it on Little Inchies. Then realised I had even less left of the Germoloid ointment! But remembered my taking brave choice, to order a tube of each on today’s Morrison order, and dang, the cost! Taking the wristwatch off, I spotted the real-time! 03:30hrs. All that rushing and pain for nothing.
Tea GlengettieGot the computer on to update yesterday’s blog. The time flew, but I took a break for a brew of Glengettie and the two last biscuits from the jar. No, I didn’t cry! But it was a close call. Hehe! I’d ordered some on the Morrison order, which cheered me up.
Little did I know what wasn’t being delivered and substituted, or I may have cried then!
The driver was kind enough to put the products into carriers I had saved and took them into the hallway for me. Kind of him; many tip the food out of their trays onto the kitchen floor or in the doorway. Thanks, mate, I appreciated that. I set about emptying the carriers and photographing the various foods, thinking of little witty things to say on the blog
. I must have taken about eight decent photographs, starting with the line of carriers in the hallway. Freezer, fridge, and cupboard goods.
Then, as I was putting the things away… I realised how many had been substituted or were not available. Tsk!
No Germolene or Germoloid! ‘Sudcrem’ had been substituted. The two vegetable risotto meals had been swapped for, of all things, Vegetable Lasagne, Horrible stuff! But I didn’t notice it soon enough to send it back. Or I would have. Urrgh! Kara is a vegan; I’ll see if she will have them on her next call
. The two Morrisons Acute Diarrhoea Relief Caps (Cost £1.20 each) were substituted with one Morrisons Diarrhoea Relief Instant Tablets. £6! Then, Pukka Cheese Leek & Potato Slices, £1.20, were replaced with Ginsters Cheddar & Onion Slices @ £1.48! Suddenly I remembered why I’d stopped using Morrisons delivery service – too late now. Gits! Can all these things keep happening to me every day? Well, yes!

When Carer Kara arrived, the bleeding from the private quarters had stopped, but not the pains. Tsk! Still no Ramipril Tablets, hence the high Blood Pressure readings for today. Kara checked the day pouch, due to be replaced on Wednesday. She kindly said she’d ring the Doctors or chemist about the tablet situation for me. Fingers crossed! It seems that all medications are in short supply at the moment.

I got around to putting the pictures taken onto the computer, my lovingly, carefully, time-consumingly taken shots throughout the late morning. But not one was on the SD card!
The SD card I’d left in the computer reader slot – AGAIN!
, I swore, cursed and lambasted myself as I ground my teeth and wanted to hit myself in the face! What else is going to go wrong? Don’t answer that, please!

Carer Kara arrived. I forced her to take the unwanted Vegetable Lasagne ready meals. It’s that white sauce on the that I don’t like. And I adore the Vegetable Risotto, but the last two times, they have substituted lasagne. Grrr!

Well, there’s no time to make a meal now. I’ve got to get the ablutions tended to… I’ve not started the photos yet; I better get them done first. Then, as instructed, I had to use the chair in the shower, fair enough.

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The night bag colour is looking good.
Plenty of it for once, 500 ml!

A rainy morning close to the glass shot.
A wider view…
But neither was very good. Tsk!

Rubbish bags sorted out.

Popped into the spare room; I did a bit of sorting, but not much.
More waste bags to go.

Titivated the nurses, carers, and helpers nibbles.


Computer issues bamboozled me.

Water Chestnuts Pickled!
After getting them into the jar, Kara told me they needed 4 days in the fridge. As instructed, I shook the seasoning in the tub.
Sorry, I did now. The lid wasn’t waterproof; vinegar went all over me and the floor to clean up. Fancy that!

The Morrison Farce Arrived.
All those lost photos, I took a few more, too late, of course.
Fridge close up. Leicester cheese to go in the potatoes later… well, that’s the plan, anyway.
Fridge full view.
Terribly bad freezer shot…
But the bananas came out alright.
I’ve eaten two during the day.

Balcony photo of the end car park.

Low puffer clouds, Bootiful!.
A Higher in the Sky view.

What were these two supposed to beat me?
Although this one could be my finger?
Better get on with the ablutions… Oh no…
It’s too late… no, I’ll get them done.
Back later.
He says, full of hope!

I’m back, but much later than planned. Tuesday morning.
I’d . Woke and went to check on the cooking and spotted the part moon high in the sky. I took these poor efforts for  photographicalisations
Got the wobbles, methinks?

Turned on the TV & .
The clouds had taken over the view.

I took these from the kitchenette window.
I forgot to check on the cooking. Tsk!

What a remarkable change to the scene!

Got the meal served up. Instant mash with Leicester cheese and sea salt added! Vegan sausages, chestnuts, red & yellow tomatoes, salted, and mushrooms were over-seasoned and overcooked! And a banana. Shame! Carer Benjamin arrived as I was serving up the meal. He kindly put it into the microwave to keep it warm for me.
But I ate most of it; I just had to leave some of the mushrooms.
Flavour-Rating: 8.1/10! Got the pots washed and…

Slept for a couple of hours before the usual jumping awake with a jolt. Which, unfortunately, tugged at the tube from deep within Little Inchie, causing to bleed a bit. (It also made me wince and curse a little, but no matter.) Off to the wet room, carrying & the , to clean and medicate things in the lower regions. Washed and got new PPs on. I forgot about the instructions to sit down to get dressed. I used Protection Pants for the first time to see how with them. They are much thinner than the others, and the actual pads seem smaller in ratio. But we were comfortable enough after the gruelling battle to get them on! Hehehe!

All medicated and cleaned up, I hobbled into the kitchenette to ensure no taps (faucets) or stove had been left on, and the fridge & freezer doors were shut!
Which was when I spotted the orange moon high in the dark sky. I decided to take a photograph of it… But it came out like this below… Artistic, methinks, even if it was not planned.
How the heck I managed to get three copies of The Moon in there is beyond me. I bet WordPress photographer, singer, songwriter, animal lover, novelist and jolly-good-fellow Tim Price in New Mexico would know!

TTFN, Each!

INCHY: Friday 11th August 2023 – With St Peter Ode!

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Another Testing Day of Frustration & Dismay
Blepharitis Infection Eye Gel applying problems. brought on a few giving-way episodes on the left leg, which nearly had me over each time. But, somehow I avoided tumbling and having an . A close call though.
, the main guilty party is, the that was spouting puss a bit today. All of these are connected to which indicated that was responsible for them all. Schweinhund!
The delectable DVT Warfarin Anticoagulation Nurse came to take my blood for another extra INR test. And welcome she was made! “I’m so glad she did!” I happen to have fallen in love with her... but don’t say anything about this, or you’ll have everyone laughing at me! Hahaha!
She helped me by reading the minuscule writing on the  instructions.
Which seemed much more understandable now.
Unfortunately, when I tried it later, things were back to normal. What I am doing wrong is annoying not knowing!
Iceland delivery. That’s three delivered this week, an Asda and two Iceland ones. To replace the stuff I had to dish from the freezer when I left the darned door ajar for nine hours and had almost liquid products in when I found out about it.

After two hours on the computer trouble-free.
Another hour and a half and the total to date was…
Up to now, the internet had gone down…

As their adverts say…
Internet Outages Applied by Inchy!

The Opticians called again; it was farcical. I think she said Kara, so I assume she still wanted her to call them?

Ah, well, a quick look at the photographicalisations…

Spouting fluid

Waste Bins Sorted

Early morning kitchen view

I’m not sure why I took this one?
Obviously, I must have been in mid-shave?

After ablutions kitchen view

Went a little dark as the afternoon loomed.

Then brightened up. Bootiful clouds

Slowly darkened as it got later.

Later shot, but so lovely to view

Late blast from the sun on her way down, Grrreat!

The 18:00hrs Carer called. I got the and the put on. The Gel applying, I’ve still not mastered very well.
Turned off the computer…

The final total of the
Failures had reached…

I got the meal prepared and served up!
No fish fish-sticks and fishless prawns. Canned garden peas, nice tomatoes, yellow & red, roast potato chunks done in the oven with olive oils sprayed on them, vinegared and salted on the plate, no sauce needed tonight. I then proceeded to eat the feast… and created a new record!
I was trying to eat while watching the TV… but fell asleep at least five times during eating the food! I might have been more often. Each time I woke up, I had to recover whatever it was that had come off of the tray each time I dosed off, and the tray slipped… Peas went off wandering every time, I was still finding them on the floor that had rolled out of view in the morning. Potatoes, tomato halves too. Amazingly none of the no-fish, fish fell?

The last Carer Call. A were new lads today, so I took the opportunity to ask them each to check the taps, heater and fridge-freezer doors for me. We’ll see.

A final photograph from the kitchen window was taken.

How Gorgeous!
I spent a while on this one.

For a complete change, there was no , gave me a break, and no bother at all! This time is was the eyes that kept me awake! Both of them felt like there had to be grit in my eyes? Every time I nictated after waking up! I had to give up trying in the end. I sprayed some extra on both, but it made no difference; it’s still a painful nuisance this morning. I still think it’s I am applying the wrongly. I must try to get some professional help on this issue. I’m worried that the Cataract operation on the left eye might be cancelled if the infection does not clear up. Sister Jane has the same problem after having her eye done!
♥ Here she is with me in the flat. ♥


INCHY: Tuesday 8th August 2023

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Today has been more than ever surreal,
I woke up with a wobbly left heel,.
A knee that at times I could not feel?
Throughout the day I mustered no zeal!
At times I felt a little funereal!.
Again, sleep was not acquirable,
I felt tired, and Gawdawful,
Though it ended with a decent meal…
No concentration; I felt so angstful,
But, I can be indefatigable…
But not while life is so insurmountable!

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Night pouch contents changed colour?

Or it may be my use of the Kodak Camera?

Morning views…
Kitchen ahead.
Kitchen zoom in on the City Hospital.
Balcony end car park view.

Ablutions – Porcelain Throning.

Rubbish Bags Sorted.

First Mug of Glengettie Tea.

Asda, email with a list of shortages for today’s order.

Cheesy curls for the week.
Got stored away.
Well stocked?
Then sorted the nurses, carers, and delivery people treats.
Plenty of choices for them now.

Letters from EE, The EENT Clinic, & QMC.

Prepped the cooking for the nosh.
Shelled some pod peas, and added them to the rice and veg. Sea salt, and veg Oxo.
Tested them after adding a can of chunky veg soup
to the saucepan. I left the heavy-duty saucepan on low heat for a little longer.
 Blogged away for several more hours, forgetting about the veg cooking…
I rescues the gooey-sticky mess of food, but adding some concentrated Borschst and vinegar to the mix, and gave it a good stirring for a while as it reheated.

Carer Kara returned the laundry for me…
and kindly hung up the dressing gowns for me. ♥

I got the nosh served up…
And it tasted Grrreat!
Flavour-Rating: 9/10! Slurred, gobble, belch!

The last Carer Called; the night bag was attached, to the day bag. The taps & cooker were not checked, though. So I had to carry the night bag with me and my beloved to check on the taps (faucets) and cooker. I’m so glad I did, I’d left the small hob on from cooking the meal. Phew!

Sleep for once came easily. Off into the land of nod in noir time! Had a dream as I recall, I was back as a young whippersnapper, in Brookfield Place in the old Meadows area of Nottingham. I can’t recall too much, other than it was a happy nocturnal dream for once… I think!

Woke up early, and had to get up… a call from the made me get up, and I could not get back to sleep… Fancy that!

Sorry, there’s not much detail.


Inchy: Wednesday 2nd August 2023 – Defeatism, Vexation and Penitency!

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I gave up trying to sleep at 05:05hrs and shuffled to the edge of 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 reach down to remove the detach. But it wasn’t there! I was so tired last night, I thought it had been put on…

This left me with a heavily full urine day bag that dropped with some alacrity the moment I’d grabbed . This caused a certain amount of pull on poor Little , via the inserted catheter tube that tried to do a runner. Obviously, a man of my calibre winced-not at the agony. I can endure and tolerate such minor mishaps with ease. I did not flinch, swear or cry out ‘Arrgh!’ at all over the trifling matter. No forlornness or glumness from me.
Off to sort out the day pouch in the wet room. The rumblings from within, made me adopt the use of the toilet seat with some haste. And there I sat, with the crossword book for ages.
CW01bNothing other than large doses of wind were evacuated.
The urine in the day bag was the darkest it’s been for a while.

To the kitchen and I took these terrible photos…
of the heavy rain.
Then onto the balcony to see how the mudslide was.
Sizeable, cause it wasn’t raining much yesterday.

Did the waste bins sorting, and made a mug of tea, I later regretted having one of the two allowed so early.

Carer Shaquille arrived. Checked out the new eye treatments, the and . He could read the small print, and Chris & I could not last night. I thought it was four times a day for the Spray, and two for the Gel, but it’s the other way round. He did the eyelids like a professional. Sorted out a new day pouch and fitted it, too.
Thanked him muchly and off he went on his rounds.

Got the computer on, and what a surprise.

I had a safety check around the flat when I got back, and the internet was on again. It must have been off for about only 15 minutes. Please don’t tell, the owner of Mr Fries of . It might upset him if he knows.

The Iceland delivery arrived.
Just after I took this later view of the oddly shaded sky.

Carriers taking into the kitchen for me by the driver. Thanks!
Fresh foods
& Frozen Foods… I’d got them put away, and returning to the computer, I espied the laundry had not been unpacked and hung up. So, I unpacked it & got it hung up!
All three dressing gowns had their sleeves inside out. The shirt and belts took a lot of untangling, too.
But I got it done, and back on the computer.

ILC (Independent Living Coordinators), Oberstgrüppenfuhreress, Warden and Primo Ballerina, Warden Deana came in. Bless her cotton socks. Hearing of my failure to get some cotton pads for using the gel on the eyes, yesterday; she had found a pack at home, and had brought it for me to have! ♥

Then Domestic Assistant Denise arrived. We had… well, I had a natter while she was working. Nice gal.
Back on the computer…
Fancy that!

I titivated the laundry and started a new bag, by into a clean dressing gown. As Denise was about to leave, doing her paperwork, Carer Kara arrived for her weekly financial guidance visit. Be lost without that gal.
As I was leaning forward to take a closer look at some mail she had gathered from the letter box – How can I put it? The catheter tube seemed to twist of its own accord! A little blood was found when I inspected things in the lower regions. I went off to the wet room and got things cleaned up. No idea how it happened? And this caused me to get confused with so many visitors, and my concentration bit the dust for a while.

Kara tried to ring Age UK about two letters sent to me. It took her a long time to get through the automated system in place. When she did, she was told to ring back later on 28th August? Kara was baffled as I was at this?

Then she rang PayPal, which ware suddenly unobtainable. No joy with phoning them. But she knew the problem, they had the wrong mobile number for me. She will try to find a way to contact them for me.
What a crazy day!

I used the Deana-gifted eye pads to gel the eye.

Before the rain returned, the sky was wonderful.
The Citrus Way car park.

I got the nosh tended to.
Photoed it when ⅔rds of the way through eating it, and Carer Chris called on me. I was just about to watch ‘Heartbeat’ as well on the goggle-box.
Although I was keenly aware that I would fall asleep at the first set of commercials, as per usual. I was well drained by then, and could not hear a lot that Chris was saying to me, as he seemed to find it hard to understand what I was saying. It was a bit surreal, really. He said he was doing the last call later. I finished the meal in between medication taking.
Put the tray on the Carers desk, and had to get up when Chris had gone, to empty the .

As expected, I nodded fitfully off when the commercials came on. I took the plate and cutlery and put it in the sink, with baking soda, bleach and washing-up liquid, to soak and free the gunge from the oven tray.

Very early last call from Carer Chris, about 08:35hrs as I recall. The chime rang out and in rushed Chris. He almost forgot to put the night pouch on, but amazingly I remembered to ask him. Off like a shot the lad perused his other duties, I told him to take a treat-can or bottle with him.

Sleep was no longer an option; all this being woken up breaks the pattern methinks? Laying there waiting for to return… and !!! I suddenly feared that I had left the washing in the sink with the hot water tap running – and found that I had!
No hot water for a late-night shave! I was going to have one cause I couldn’t get to sleep!
Change of plans, then!
I took this photograph of the moody-evening sky.

I clambered back down in the £300, second-hand, musty, Haemorrhoid Harold Testing, cringingly beige, crumb-covered, not-working, rickety recliner.
It must have taken hours for Sweet Morpheus to enfold me. None of the , which I thought would do in my sleep again, as it has for several nights now. It was so easy to nod off… but it felt like every time I did, I was jumping awake within minutes, repeatedly!


INCHIE: Saturday 22nd July 2023 – Staying Awake Getting Harder Each Day

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The tiredness dawned earlier than ever today.
The Chloramphenicol eye drops may be the reason.

Amazed to see that the night bag had no urine in it!
The reason was that the release valve on the day bag it was attached to, had not been opened. A cock-up there!
The day bag was at bursting point. I opened the valve and the night bag filled within seconds.
Decent colour bearing in mind the retention in the bladder had caused a backflow. My stomach was aching a bit, but it soon eased after emptying it out.

An early-morning photo from the kitchen.

Two hours later, rain!

Hurrah! Got the daft soft slippers on!

Made a mug of tea, no biscuits dunked!

Got the computer on.
Within two hours, the 5th…
Not easy with only a few left in the mouth!

It was off for much longer this time.
I did some CorelDraw work in advance on tabs.
Two Carers called Sam and then Chris. Waste bins sorted out.

Pressed on with the blog for about three hours.

I was now back in the Tired-Knackered-Need-Sleep-Mode!
The computer was turned off, and my concentration collapsed.

Carer Victor woke me up. Did the two eye drops and medications were given. I was so tired out still, even after a kip?

Took this snap and made a pot noodle meal. That’s all I could manage being so tired, and I wasn’t really hungry then. I still reckon the new Chloramphenicol eye drops are the cause of my weariness and lack of desire for food. I’ve only had three biscuits dunked in the tea, in the last three days?

Took these snaps of the mini mudslide in the car park.
The weather brightened up for the first time tonight.

Carer Victor made his last call. He got the night pouch attached to the . Eye drops and painkillers were issued.

About an hour after Victor had left, I was forced out of the grotty-looking c1966 made, charity-shop-bought, horribly beige-coloured, £300, Harold’s Haemorrhoids-testing, non-operational, acne-giving, virus-breeding, rickety, easy-to-fall-out-of recliner; To go to the…

While I was up, I did a safety check, cause some of the carers forget to, and I forget to ask them to, especially when I’m in this tired Fatigued Mode. All looked okay; no taps, hobs, oven, or heaters were left on. I still felt tired! Puzzling! 

I took this from the kitchen window.

Got my head down again, and turned on the TV.
Which was still on when I woke up at 02:45hrs!
For, you’ve guessed it… another trip to the…
Why have I needed three, messy, light-brown evacuations; When I’m not eating? Could this also be down to the
Chloramphenicol antibiotic eye drops?


Inchie: Sunday 23rd April 2023

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Waking up, I was tremendously resistant to the thought of trying the computer.
As I took off night bag, I was not concerned about anything other than ‘Will the computer work?’ After yesterday’s performance with the mystery ‘Process thingummybob’ for eleven hours, I felt it might be the end for the Bang & Olufsen. My heart was not in what I was doing, and I feared the worst. I was resisting any activity apart from removing the night bag. However, the need for the was getting urgent, and the bubbling and grumbling from ruled innards forced me into action… reluctantly.

Deserved a ‘Medal-of-Muckiness’. Splattery, phooey, sloppy, and the last lb of it did not want to evacuate.
So 15-20 minutes passing and cleaning up was followed by ten minutes fetching and carrying water from the kitsch to the bathroom, three trips needed.

Got the waste bags sorted out, the computer was about to be put on, and the Carer arrived. Got me medicated, and as she left, it was back to the for me! Not so messy, but three trips, well six come think of it, were needed. This time, BPB kicked off Summat rotten and has been a bother ever since up to now. Then, believe it or not, the started on me! Then I found that poor Little Inchies . And I had to find out if the computer worked yet – that bothered me more than anything else.

The computer started, looking good, then the risk of going onto Firefox. Dang gang, dwang,,, Dwang! I got the browser on, and nothing was opening… was it Firefox or the Internet. A quick look at the Liberty-Global Virgin box revealed that it was indeed due to the $26 million a year plus guaranteed bonus’s boss of Liberty-Global, Mr Fries, inability to send a signal to Nottingham that had caused my current dilemma.
Well, fancy that, Liberty-Global Internet going down. It’s not done it since yesterday as well! Utter (overcharging) Rubbish! Still, the oligarch is good-looking. Jealous? Me? Yes!

I made the first brew of Glengettie of the day while awaiting Liberty-Global to reinstate the overcharged-for-crap service to the flats.
I was surprised at how dark it still was when I took this snap of the view through the kitchenette window.
$26 million a year plus guaranteed bonus Mr Fries, Liberty-Global service had not yet returned.
Not that I was too bothered, I had to visit the for the third time. 6 more trips with the water and BPB is even more painful!

Aha, Mr Fries, $26 million a year plus a guaranteed bonus paid, the boss of Liberty-Global – Virgin Media had got the signal working again. Well done to that number-crunching oligarch! Hehehe! I’d just taken these blue photos. The mist is not clearing yet.

Yee Gawd, it seems to be working again?.

Sister Jane rang me. The line was breaking up badly, and I was struggling to catch most of what she said. Then the next Carer rang the bell.
I pressed on and got the Friday bl… no, Saturday blog finished, not much in it, but there you are. I can thank the oligarchical Liberty-Global’s Mr Fries for that.

Cor, Blimey! A fourth trip to the flipping . And naturally, 6 trips to and from the kitchen to fetch water for the W.C. tank. Worst of all, BPB
was so persistent with her agony giving twinges!
I wonder if last night’s vegetable soup with added seasonings might be the reason for my messy, sickly, repetitive marathons?
I didn’t take any photos of it cause I thought I’d be without a computer this morning.

Got the Health Checks sorted and a graph made in the new Enforced upon me CorelDraw. I’m still and will be until , and have been repaired… as I mentioned yesterday… if I live long enough.

The Wee-wee Mystery

Hello, the wee-wee has started to rapidly flow…
And yet all day yesterday, it was so slow!
And I’d drank Spring water, 3L or so…
Today my guzzling rate was far below?
I reckon I’ve already passed a kilo…
Coming more often suddenly…
Will I ever again get to see…
Me taking a manual wee-wee?

I went to the kitchen to see if I could plan a salvage operation on what was left of last night’s nosh in the saucepan. After a bit of ponderisationing, I made my mind up.
I added a tin of cheapo tomatoes to the stick mess, tasted it cold, and added some liquid sea salt to it. Then popped the last of the vegan min-sausages in… then gave them a good stir. I can heat them up later, with the last of the terribly bland; I’ll never repurchase them from Asda, mortgage-needing priced sourdough rolls.

I had a blast on the computerisationing.
But I didn’t get very far with my blogging. Why? I’ll tell yers…
Yet another call from the innards to the !

came in support of BPB , they mutually got at me, without mercy, after fetching the water in agony from the kitchen to refill the not working W.C. tank, yet again! I know I shouldn’t, but I took two Impofrufen Extras. But did not take any Paracetamol when the Carer arrived. I went back on with blogging but realised the semi-final twixt Manchester United and Brighton was on the box; thus, I made more and more mistakes, and my eyes worsened as I got tired… Poor old thing!

Ah, Extra-Time to be played. That’s put the kybosh on me getting some blogging done!

It’s no good, I sat here doing nothing physical, and the pains from the two ailments are still so bad. I risked taking another Codeine; I hope it helps with the gals, BPB and Please!

Watching the extra time of the match… and I smelt burning! Arrgh!
I hobbled rapidlyish to the kitchenette to find I’d left the heat on under the saucepan. An awful lot of the sausages had split open. Not that it matters, I suppose.
Back at the end of the match and trying to concentrate on this blog. Not a cat in hell’s chance, of course.

I gave up on the blog and watched what little was left of the match. Then went to see if any decent shots were available of the sun going down. Too early yet.
So I got the heat under the pan, slowly warmed up the food, and served it. Two rolls of bread and a mini-pot of dessert. Not too bad at all. Gave this one a Taste Rating of 7/10. The Carer called when I was eating it.

Added the night pouch too , and slipped me a couple of Paracetamols.

Washed the pots and took these shots of the amazing sky over the next half-hour or so.

High, but on her way down…
The last fullish blest of her heat…
All but hidden now. Gorgeous!
A last quick peek

♥ Au revoir ♥

Inchie: Tuesday 18th April 2023

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After yesterday’s decision to do summat about my not being able to stay asleep, I found a self-wotsit page on it from the NHS – and filled it in.
Here are the results with m comments added. Hehehe!

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Now, I’m really worried, folks,
Got the Catheter night bag off without any
leaking, breaking or dropping owt.
One, not serious, walked into the door frame.
Things seemed too contented for my liking…
The Computer is jerky, but working.
Just one Porcelain Throne visit.
Had help getting the Asda food to the kitchen!
Back to the computer.. and…

“Jumpin’ Jahosafat!!!
CorelDraw had replaced icons, toolbars and dockers.
I had to set about trying to get the others back on and the unwanted off of the programme. Which I actually did in less than nine hours!
AGAIN I let a smug mode come over me.
When will I ever learn?
This time I was so sure I got it as I wanted it… well, as near as I was ever going to, anyway. Displaying great stupidity, naivety, & idiocy. Pitifully unwarranted confidence that it was set right, and brainlessness, I clicked set as defaults. Within an hour, I found I had not replaced the Text-Options box link – not the select-all, Place in front or behind icons.
Another day spent not getting anything done that needs doing!
Tomorrow, I’ve got to go… well, not got to go, but I would like to go to the
diabetic meeting in Winwood Court. So more time is lost in the ether. Why I want to I do not understand cause it’ll be just the same as at the Bulwell meetings, which I can’t get to now with the catheter. I can’t see the whiteboards or written advice, can’t hear whoever is talking… I’ll have to think about this decision…

I woke, got up, and took off the night bag, which had a healthy-looking coloured content, warm; almost hot, of wee-wee.

And for the first visit of the day to the . The evacuation was swift and, for once, not splattery or overly messy. Only and of course, the Queen of ailments for all of last week, , was reaching an 8 on the pain scale meter. Lugging the bowls of water from the kitchen to refill the non-working WC tank three times each flush… well, it’s some exercise, innit?

Pottered about making up and sorting the waste bags for collection. And the morning Carer arrived. I took the tablets, pills and medicine like a good boy. While was here, the Asda order arrived.
Shaquille helped to carry them through the kitchenette with me.
I had ordered some fresh-cut vegetables, bearing in mind last week’s finger, chin and knuckle cutting.
This is all the fresh stuff that arrived.

Still, I got Asda Essential which is now not so cheapo plain yoghurt, that I was planning to have with the Asda Essential cheapo Lemon Curd, but they’d got none of them in stock either.
I did get another block of the Flora Not-Butter butter because it was on Special.
Plenty of potatoes, though; I expected some of them not to be in stock, but they all came. Fooled me there!

And tons of canned peas and various other vegetables.
So it looks like veg soup and stews a week or so.
On to the computer.
Then hours of confusion with carers calling, and phone calls; I struggled to get CorelDraw 2017 reset again.
It’s still playing up now, very regularly.
Not the foggiest idea why. And it cost me another day, and still, it’s not right!

Around 13:00hrs, I heard the mobile tone ringing.
I found it at 18:10hrs when I trod on it on the floor. Humph! I went to check on who texting or calling, and it dropped from assisted by ailment number 9, 
acci-whoop It landed on the spot it had been hiding in…, but despite it being on the carpet, the back of the phone came off!
I spat, cursed and bent down to retrieve the pieces and then launched an attack as I stood upright.
I spat and cursed more vehemently this time. Took a painkiller… I smelt the day long taken to cook soup burning, and I hobbled hastily to the kitchen to turn of the heat and hope for the best…
Then realised I’d left the hot water tap running.

There are depressions and depressions of differing characteristics – I nearly went into each one!
Then spotted the clouds and sun out at last.
And had a few minutes of pareidolia joy.

The evening carer arrived and sorted the medications out for me. We had a laugh; she thought the NHS replies were great & humorous.

Close the annoying computer down and got the nosh sorted out.
Back hopefully in the morning

♫ I Made it through the night ♫

Wednesday morning (another farcical day dawned, I’ll put it in tomorrow’s blog, all the gory details). Back to tonight…

I prepared and dined on the vegetable (it-came-out-horrible) soup, with rolls and a mistaken thought it would be delicious plain yoghourt with a pot of orange jelly in it. The Carer arrived as I was tucking into it – no, that’s not the right word; tucking in suggests that someone was enjoying something.
And yet, I ate it all?

I blame the she-devil, who goes I’ve given yet another title, and she’s named . Even the jelly & yoghourt was tasteless. The Carer gave me a Covid Test yesterday, and it was clear. Taste rating: 2.5/10!

I did my best to stay awake to watch ‘New Tricks’ on the goggle-box. But it was a futile try; although the dreaded woke me up every few minutes, which is not unusual.

I had to get up to empty the day pouch of its contents and wash & disinfect the container.

Glad I did, now, cause the late sunset was just going down towards the horizon.

While taking these photos and viewing the scene on offer…
I went into one of the rare ‘Out-of-it’ spells.
They are hard to describe with any clarity. One suddenly feels as if you’ve gone out of your looking at yourself.
Impossible, I know that, but for the few minutes it lasted, I did believe I was doing just that. No sense, rhyme or reason as far as I could tell for these odd moments I get. Most of them occur when I’m looking out from the window. Can happen any time of day or night. I’ve had a few when I was out and about too? I tried to explain these to the Mental Nurse; her disinterest, or belief, it dispirited me somewhat, as I recall. I’ll not mention it next visit – if there is one with the strikes.

Back down into the £300, bought eight years ago from the second-hand shop, Harold Haemorrhoid testing, repugnantly beige-coloured, dour crumb-containing, virus-breeding, acne-giving, rickety, none-working recliner. I nodded off quickly for around about ten minutes. But the damned rotten crap kicked off straight away.

I took these few last photographicalisations of the day, of the darkening view and wonderful colourations from the dipping away sun.

Now the usually no0bother-at-all getting back to sleep was a bother! It took me ages to nod off this time. Yet the had all but disappeared?

All a part and parcel of the unaccountable mysteries, phantoms, and hauntings of Woodthorpe Court. (It never used to be like this, they tell me until I arrived!).

Now then, where did I leave the walking stick?

INCHIE TODAY: Sunday 19th March 2023

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What fantastic colouring to the sky this morning!

To the right, and the City Hospital.

Straight ahead.



Odd slippers?
This was thanks to the valve on the catheter pouch going into self-determining mode – and pouring out the urine into my slipper yet again. Mor cleaning up and freshening are required. Humph!

The carer told me I was running out of medications again. Carer Josef said he’d inform the office. Weekend, of course, so nowt to be down now.

I forgot to remind him to take the waste bags and laundry bag with him.
I’ll try to remember on the next call.

Bootiful clouds were coming out when I made my next cup of Glengettie.
Going a smidge dark, though?

I forgot about asking the next Carer to take the laundry & waste bags with him. I am a prisoner of Dementia Doreen!

The new day catheter, with the ‘Dodgy’ loose valve trigger, at least had some better-coloured urine contents this time.

gave me one of his famously-hated routines just as I was opening a jar of soya pieces for later. Naturally, this didn’t irk or bother me in the slightest. No swearing, spitting, gnashing of what few teeth I have left, or questioning the Lord over my bad luck, oh, no. I took it all in my stride. even when I got a stubbed toe on the Hoover, cleaning the mess up. Grrr!

I either fell asleep for two hours at the computer… or I had a Mind-Blank (Most likely, ’cause work had been done on the Health Check listing that I can’t remember doing?)
It was obvious that there would be sunset photos to take tonight. So I did a few close-ups of the nearby dwelling.

And the car park on Chestnut Way outside.
Tow spaces are free! Blimey!

acci-whoopObviously, I had not recovered from the Mind-Blank.
I copied the latest Health Check results onto the whiteboard to use them later in the graphic… Then realised I’d erased the new figures from the board and not the old ones. This can happen to anyone; I understand that.
But why is it always me? Hahaha!
It may be Doreen’s Dementia? Another Mind-Blank? Or the agony I’m currently getting from Little Inchies , thanks to the chaffing from tube inserted in Little Inchy? What am I waffling about? Why?


Last call from the Carer, and again I forgot to remind him about the laundry bag again!

There should have been a photograph here; of a marvellous vegan meal that I had. It was delicious! Ready-made potatoes and onion with sauce side. To which I added a can of the mixed vegetables and oven cooked potatoes lumps, done nice and crispy! I was so keen to get my teeth (although I have far left to use nowadays) into it that I forgot about snapping it.

Doing the washing up after dining, and the night view caught my attention…

There are people out there; what are they doing?
Mayhap a little painting & decorating?
Naturally, there will be some burgling…
Or a family having a housewarming?
Is someone opening the latest Gas payment warning?
No doubt a few couples physically fluctuating?
The police, investigating and exhumating?
Gangs of yobboes, selling drugs & mugging?
Bloggers on Facebook, evulgating?
I’m just sitting here, recalling when I was dating…
Grizelda – she’s gone now; very frustrating!

Not that I could anything if she was here with the damned, rotten catheter tube stuck in me. Funny old world! Well, not funny!