Inchy Unadapted, unadopted: Wednesday 3rd April 2024

4th April 2024 / Inchie / 6 Comments

The highlights started early today… well, no, not early, ’cause I got up the latest I’d done in months. That was due to my elephantine-like wobbly-flabby stomached body getting used to the new bed and me rising with the usual complaints from & giving me some what-for pain-wise. The absence of bother was a delightful change. (Hence the smile in the selfie taken, Hehehe!) because I’d just had the best ever sleep in that bed for weeks. Six wonderful hours! And to boot, as far as I remember, only hit me twice in all that time.
As I was faffing about trying to be kind to the cartilages as I stood up, rang out from the door chime. It was the J Sainsbury order arriving. I got the night bag off as quickly as I could and made my way, limping down the hallway to the door.
As the kind driver put the things into the carriers I’d had ready, I bent to pick up the first one, had a mini , that only lasted seconds, and took it into the kitchen.
I returned and just as gave way, a bigger, more virile joined in and I began falling to the floor, hitting my head on the wall as I did so. The pain from was terrible, but it would have been much worse if the driver, chappie,
had not been nippy enough to lunge forward and press my body up against the wall. Literally caught and saved me from having a proper tumble, bless him. I want to send J.S. a message later, thanking him. The day was a slow one at times, with panicky moments thrown in amidst the confusion.

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Dark urine again.

My first effort at shooting the morning view.
I did a better job on the second one.

The waste bags were amalgamated

The early morning J. Sainsbury order arrives. As explained above in the intro. I set about sorting the food delivered. But it was not easy.
Got the Carer & Nurses nibble box filled.Chips, soda water and bleach.
Tomatoes, milk, Leicester cheese, lemon-flavoured yoghourts, and some Jamaican Patties.

Earlier on, the wee-wee flow into the bag was very little for some reason; it rapidly changed.

Carer Maryham arrived. She was full of the joys of spring and gave me one of her dances. Hehe! I enjoyed it so much that I forgot to ask her to put on my socks.

Hours of gruelling, gruelling because my concentration was minimal; thus, mistakes were being made. Hard to believe, I know. Haha!

DVT nurse and the love of my life, Hristina, arrived and delicately took the blood samples.

I made a mammoth mess of making up the templates for the WordPress blogs!
WHAT A PICKLE I GOT MYSELF INTO!
I even wrote down each day’s date and wording for the month before I started.
Certain that I would not make the same mistakes this month, I pressed on. With just three days left to do, I almost discovered I’d got the wrong dates on three earlier sone ones. Swear? Me? YES!
It cost me another hour sorting them out and putting them into chronological order amidst the cursing and teeth-grinding (which is painful with the state of my few teeth left!) and depression brewing.

Carer Kara arrived; thank heavens she was helping with the finances, but whipped through them, and she got the kitchen and wet room floor cleaned up for me as well. She also checked the catheter and got the socks onto my legs. ♥

The catheter pouch had filled up again.

The afternoon sky.

The front car park.

Filled really quick this time.

I made the meal of the day.
Smashing!

I made an Asda order for next week, and Carer Kimberley arrived. Took the diabetic socks off of my legs. A night catheter bag was attached.

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May good luck for you be blossoming,
You may meet someone alluring…
And together happiness will ring…
Your hearts begin to sing,
Work & finances are important things,
So is love & betrothing,
My opportunities were limiting…
Suzie & Grizelda were so very loving,
The other 1,124 were not so caring,
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TTFN, Keep Safe!

Imaginal Inchy: Sun 31 Mar 24 Ablutional Nightmare this morning

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05:00hrs: What a hue to the morning view.

And flowed, and splattered…

Shaving while standing in a bowl of antiseptic disinfectant to clean the feet, I could not reach, resulted in a cut-free session! I can’t say the same for teeth cleaning, cracked lips or nose. Oh, and of course, as per usual, , & were leaking the haemoglobin freely.

By the time I’d finished shaving and got myself disentangled from the Dettol-watered bowel, the floor in the wet room was a bloody mess. It reminded me of that bloodied thingy movie in the shower. Psycho, was it called? I used the water in the bowl and tipped it on the floor to brush it down the shower drain on the floor. But I forgot to turn the shower power on to make the drain work.
Galore! ensued
The first thing was to move the medical stuff away from the water. Naturally, the bending needed set off the final lesion and Harold’s Haemorrhoids bleeding again, just to add to the chaos, pain and increasing frustration that was building up inside me! Then I had to leave the wet room to get to the power switch to turn it on in the hallway… on exiting, I walked into the doorframe, which immediately brought Sweet to life.
Crying was considered as an option. As was spitting, cursing and banging my head against the wall. Maybe wailing out as loud as I could… I’m not certain I didn’t actually do that, anyway?

I switched on the power box and hobbled back into the wet room. Gawd Struth! The place looked like an even bigger mess than earlier. The blood was sinking into everything it came in contact with; I just could not move it with the shower spray. So, more pain, I had to use the mop and bucket with bleach and Dettol in the water. But I finally got it looking better. Not properly clean, though. But the domestic help, which was once a week, for 3 weeks. No show for three weeks now. Then, I medicated the delicate areas again. And getting into the protection pants was a smidgen difficult.
She had stiffened up something awful with all the bending and movement she’d been forced into. Just getting the leg in the pants required the use of the picker-upperer, and some cunning tactics had to be employed with this task. I got my bum up against the sink and lowered the pants with the picker-upperer, I needed both hands, so I was taking a bit of a risk if the bum slipped, I was going to go down. The right hand helps lift the leg up high enough, and the left-hand uses the picker-upperer to guide the opening to the foot. On the fifth try, I got the leg in! I had to take a break to recover from the effort. Taking the photo here on the left. Phew! Then getting the left leg in, which was a lot easier in the pants. , was not in such a bad mood. Hehehe! At last, I got the PPs on and slippers on. Only to find out that they had gotten wet and bloodied during the Wet Room Rumble! Aching, hurting, wet, and somewhat peeved off, I checked the taps (faucet) were turned off… and needed another sitting on the . What a change!
I cleaned things up yet again. Then, carefully avoiding any shoulder charges on the doorframe, I meandered out to the kitchenette.
A thickish fog had descended all over Sherwood, probably further, too. Then I carefully limped to the main (other) room and to the balcony doors, to Kodak Tim the bog from there. It looked a little bit eerie with the blue hue.
The Wet Room Farce cost me over 2½ hours, not to mention the pain, blood, and temper not doing my health very good! I didn’t recover properly from the episode. strangely, the tube inserted into poor , calmed down and was less bother for the rest of the day that it’s ever been? Puzzles me this; not complaining!

Sorted the bags out. A new carer arrived.

Made a brew, and started at long last on the blog.

Another new Carer arrived.

A long one!
During this, two caregivers called, and I have no memory of them at all! I saw they had signed in the log. Work, albeit messy and error-prone, had been done on the blog. Also, on CorelDraw?

I took these Kodak Tim shots of the wonderful clouds in the slowly darkening sky.

The usual fatigue dawned on me; I’d already got some lamb burgers in the oven. So, I closed down the computer and made myself a much-needed meal. So glad I opted for the lamb.

The catheter day pouch colour was the lightest it’s ever been! But, an hour later when I was getting into the bed… yes the bed, not the itch-creating, bruise-giving, catheter-tube-tugging, crumb-decorated from my nocturnal nibbling, God-awfully uncomfortable, cringingly grotty, no longer working, dirty beige, anti-sleep designed, c1966, second-hand bought for £300 ten years ago from the charity shop, recliner. But the Social people donated an ex-used hospital bed! Initially, kicked off as I settled. Then I worried that I’d left the tap running when I washed the pots, so I got up to check on them, now realising how early I’d settled in the bed; it was not even fully dark out there. So, I got the oven tray I’d missed doing earlier and started to wash it.
rang out, and in came Carer Richard.
This, as it so often does, left me a smidge—what’s the word? Confused will do. After Richard left, and I was climbing back into the ex-NHS bed, I was in panic mode! Did I turn the taps off? I went to investigate-Cragknangles!
The hot water had been left running and ran cold!

I’m hoping for a better day tomorrow!

Hard to believe, but I only managed to find two of them. Sad, innit! Hahaha!,
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Inadvisability Inchy: Fri 29 Mar 2024

30th March 202430th March 2024 / Inchie / 4 Comments

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I made a deliberate mistake in this Ode; Ahem!
I wrote Further, instead of another word. Would
anyone like to guess what it should have been?
Deliberate mistake… I am a fibber!
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Much more out-of-it than with-it today.
Moments for sheer frustration, littered with strange, weird, eerie, unaccountable moments of ‘Soditisms’.
During these spasms, I was so high that nothing seemed to bother me in the least. But, they were short and rare and were usually followed by a Depression full of self-loathing, then a realisation that I am to blame for my past guilt. Then, the circle would start again.
I think I’ve mentioned these to the Doctor, but I’m not sure. Maybe not; I’ve not seen her for many months.
On the bright side, the throughout the day, added up to only four!
I left the hot water tap (faucet) running again and burnt the food in the oven. The eyes are terrible nowadays. Any distance and things seem to have another image above themselves. Like a shadow, but clear. I’m looking now through the balcony window, and all the houses look like they have two roofs.
The catheter is a lot less painful than yesterday, mind you. My coughing has also calmed down compared to last night. I’ve walked into nothing. Fair do’s, I’ve dropped the cutlery, saucepan, washing up bottle, picker-upperer, tablets and my pen (four times).
So, all in all, a typical day.
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Night pouch.

Medicationings.

My ankles look fine.

The first emptying of the day bag.

Opening the balcony windows.

Over the next five hours, the views remained similar.
I kept nipping out to take a view or two.
Between making a mess of this blog.
Gorgeous!
Wonderful.
Magnificent.
Wunderbar!

I was busying away and getting a little done.
Caregiver calls only confused me. After they left, I found it nearly impossible at times to get back to what I was working on, often veering off to the wrong project and getting deeper into a mind-muddle. Memory-Blanks were rampant. For some reason, I did not keep up with the memory notes on the pad. Now, so long later (Saturday A.M. started on this section), the photos help prompt me a little. Not many of them, either. Any slight disturbance, change whatever, and I was lost again. Sorry about this

Fifth Catheter Bag Emptying (I think).

Gave up computing. I was in a long-lasting period of haziness. But can recall Carer Christopher arriving.
Cheeky-Faced Chris. Hehe!
While talking, I remembered I’d left the sausages cooking in the oven… yet again!
I hastened hobblingly to the kitchen.
Got the mini sausages, which were not burnt too much, into the pan of BBQ beans and tomato sauce with chunky vegetables and stirred while rewarding them,
I ate up most of them with two brown baguettes.

I took this night view and got settled into the itch-creating, bruise-giving, catheter-tube-tugging, crumb-decorated from my nocturnal nibbling, God-awfully uncomfortable, cringingly grotty, no longer working, dirty beige, anti-sleep designed, c1966, second-hand bought for £300 ten years ago from the charity shop, recliner, in search of Sweet Morpheus. But the mind would not let me rest enough to capture the bliss of sleep. Immediately started an attack of lambasting, self-hating, repeating so many things, wrong choices I’d made over the tears. Even an occasion that took place when I was just an ankle-biter, which I was not proud about doing… it was horrible being forced to listen to myself, listing and bringing back to mind the shame and self-disgust from the time all those so many years ago.
As I tossed and twisted, I felt the Catheter tube pulling on Little Inchie. I
realised then that I had not attached the Nocturnal Pouch yet. So, I did!

By the time I’d fumbled about to get the bags linked, my & both went off simultaneously. Miraculously, bearing in mind the viciousness of the leg dance, I didn’t go over or tumble. I’ve not had a fall all week. . I may regret saying this later, Haha!

TTFNski each!

Inchy with Little Inchie Bleeding: Tue 26 Mar 24

27th March 2024 / Inchie / 21 Comments

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Today, felt like it had lasted for three days or more!
Yet I was so swamped, which usually makes the time pass quicker? The worrying early morning , the Asda delivery farce, Little Inchy, and the catheter tube painfully in disagreement all day long, and so many episodes meant this was not anywhere near a good day for Inchy! I’m sure I had one while Carer Kara was with me today. Because I was not getting what she was saying about the text, I was left more befuddled than before I asked for help.
My blogging exploits are taking so much longer, with a first-time success rate of infinitesimally low.
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Very early morning view.

Porcelain Throne evacuation failure. Not only no release but no answers to the crossword. Tsk!

I gave up, but within a minute of leaving the wet room, I hobbled hastily back, just in time. The delayed motion shot out as my bum hit the seat!

I got on with the blog catch-up. At about 06:00hrs, I thought I’d make myself a mug of tea.

WHOOPSIEDANGLEPLOP
As I pottered about from the sink to the kettle back to the counter, I got the kettle on, went to the cupboard for the tea bag, took that and the mug to the kettle counter, and went to the fridge for the milk… I really thought my bad eyesight was fooling me at first when I dropped the spoon and looked down for it; there were trials of dripped blood all over the kitchen, some trodden on and smeared by my slippers. A closer inspection of the Little area revealed that blood was pouring out from near the catheter tube inserted, as it has been for over a year now in . I used many kitchen towel sheets over the next hour; yes, it took that long. It was steadily bleeding, started heavily, slowly getting less, until it seemed to stop of its own accord. All I did was go into a semi-panic and wipe it off with paper towels. I took a photo of the last few towels used. The first few were more red than white, so you can see how much it lessened to a trickle, running down the inside of my leg, onto the now, for some reason, between my leg and the swollen right testicle. No, the left one.
I had considered pressing the alarm wristlet. But when I saw the blood getting less and less, I didn’t bother. I’ll ask the Carer to ring the community nurse’s place for me when she or he arrives.
I cleaned up the kitchen and my body parts as best I could. Next, I was going to get a fresh pair of PPs Protection Pants) on. But what had happened in the kitchen that may have caused the problem dawned on me. I was taking the emptied catheter pouch with me as I went in and dropped it; I bent down to retrieve it rather sharpishly. That may have cracked the dried blood and allowed a follow-through? Hehe!

The Asda Delivery Arrived
The delivery driver saw my predicament and took the food to the kitchen. Some were put on the floor near the sink…
Some on the kettle shelf…
The PPs on the cooker.
Bags on the floor.
Daffodils for the Carers on the draining board.
These are from a carrier I placed for photographing. I got things sorted and put away, but I could only see one of the two ordered packs of PPs and no kitchen towel. I kept looking around, searching. The email said they had been sent. An hour and four look-arounds later, I found them. They were in the hallway near the door, on the floor behind Wally. I took one of these out, asking the Carer to help me get into them later. I wanted to avoid bending.

I took this snap of the later morning view. Carer Marie arrived, medicated me, and helped me with the PPs and diabetic socks. Bless her!

Hours were spent on this blog preparation, but it was slow going again. Grammarly, Accifauxpa-ridden.

Cara Kara arrived
She called the District Nurses for me, and they will call today or tomorrow. She checked the catheter bags for me. Medications were given. She looked at the texts and emails. No action is needed. She will ring someone about something later in the week, but I can’t recall who or what it was about now.

Blogging.

The Landline Rang
District nurse. I told her the bleeding had almost stopped and the pain, although still hurting, was far less than yesterday. They will not be calling on me now. If pain or bleeding gets worse, I’ve to phone them.

Started to make an early meal
The usual tiredness and weariness fell on me extra early this Tuesday.

One of my betterer, more tasty efforts this one was.
Lipsmackingly tasty!.
A drop of Heinz tomato ketchup with pickle decorated the top of the folder. I do like this sauce!

Getting down in the c1966, £300 charity shop bought, second-hand, wincingly grotty, beige-coloured, not working, crumb-covered from the nocturnal nibbling, itch-making, uncomfortable, virus-breeding, easy-to-fall-out-of recliner, in search of Sweet Morpheus, initially failed. I tried the trick of putting the TV on to watch my favourite TV programme, ‘Heartbeat’. And it worked, and I went into bliss… Carer Chris arrived to wake me up, reluctantly, he said, with a big grin on his face. Hehe!
Medication issues, nibbles and drinkies given, socks taken off. And off trotted Chris. Nice lad!

I had to get up to empty the .
I took this view of the early evening sky as I did.
Amazing cloud formation!

I made the last call of the day. I was so out of it with the blessed, deep, comforting sleep. I can see now why the lad removed the diabetic socks earlier: to let me sleep on without getting up. Good on him! He sprayed the eye spray on me, making sure I had to close my eyes first. Drinkie, nibble, and off.

I was soon back in the land of nod. I’m not sure I entirely left it anyway. Hehe! My next conscious moment, deep in slumber and dreaming of physically entwining with long-gone Lady Grizelda, Was when the began bursting out.
There was no chance of any more sleep now, but I was well-pleased when I realised the time. I’d just had nine hours of sleep! Brilliant!

TTFNski, each!

Illaudable Inchy: Sunday 24th March 2024

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05:10hrs; Got up to get the ablutions done before the Carer arrived. A lousy ablution session… mind you, the evacuation was a good one. Hahaha!
The blogging was another nightmare. mistakes, errors, corrections and frustrations.
It was Sister Jane. Meridian Care had phoned her to see if my Caregiver had arrived yet. Poor Jane is not an early riser—the opposite, actually. She was coughing away; she’s got the Lurgie, too. Naturally, she did not know. I expect a late call this morning. But it doesn’t matter at all to me. We had a natter, and I listened to her problems for a change. She asked why they did not call me. But, to be fair, they may have when I was in the wet room. Also, I’m not sure if my new telephone number has been passed on to them or not. I gave it to the flats Meridian set-up. He came later anyway. No problems.

The pain from Little Inchies Fungal Lesion was horrendous all day long. It didn’t calm down until well late in the night. The Carer saw my state and rang for advice. Said they would send someone to check on it on Monday. We’ll see.
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Dark, too dark again.

Tried to take a photograph or two of the moon. The first one was fairish, the second warped.

Off to the wet room for a shower, shave and shush.

The preshave medicationalisationing was a fiddly and, at times, painful experience. It was the most painful and medicating session ever! Things have not been right down there since the last nurse replaced the catheter. I don’t need to move, and he hurts! If I could, I’d bottle the pain and send it to the Doctors with a note: “Here you are, try some of this now will you listen to me and help?”

Ablutions were sorted, alarm wristlets and alert bands on, and my ear holes were olive oiled. I struggled to stop stopped and creamed. , Cream on the . Barrier Creamed all around . Then tended to the bruise from the INR blood drain. Doesn’t usually show up this bad
The feet & ankles were looking healthier.
I turned to leave with the waste bin in hand and traditionally gave the door frame a charge with my right shoulder, setting off a few minutes’ worth of pain from .

Worst Ablution Session in a long time.

Took the made up bin gag to the front door.
Can you see a face in the carrier bag? Think of Red Dwarf’s Kryten’s face. I could see it. Hehe!

The carer was late, not that it mattered. Half an hour later, the landline rang out, making me jump.
It was Sister Jane. Meridian Care had phoned her to see if my Caregiver had arrived yet.

I concentrated on the hard slog of blogging for hours and hours; just not very successfully. Little Inchie was so painful at times, which did not help me concentrate on blogging. Humph!

Carer Kimberley arrived. She could not give me any painkillers because it had not been 4 hours between calls. So I took some Paracetamols. The pain from poor Little has never been worse. I took off the PPs I put on after washing, hoping it would not irritate things as much. But no, it’s just as bad now. With not having the pants on, I caught myself catching the catheter tube more often; AARGH!

What an amazing hue!

Despite the discomfort and sheer agony from little , the wee was flowing freely.

I added a packet of PP’s to the Asda order for Tuesday. I tried some different kinds this time

Carer Israel arrived while I was struggling to walk into the kitchen and showed his concern for me. That was nice. He rang someone and spoke to them. 111 probably. He told me they said it was likely to be an infection and a nurse would be calling to check it out tomorrow. Bless his cotton socks. He also had a quick sweep-up in the kitchen for me when he saw how painful it was for me to bend, stretch, bend, walk and keep a hold on things. I much appreciated his efforts.

Back on the blog. Then noticed how bright it looked outside, and I took this truly wonderful shot with … I love this one.
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Bootiful!

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Wider shot.

Burnt to perfection! Just how I love them to be.

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What a magnificent view,
From my kitchen window, too,
I’m pleased with these two,
I went into Smug-Mode, anywho,
Not a smudge, blotch or curlicue,
Decent sky shots were overdue,
Best view, hitherto!

All the Best to You!

Impugnable-Inchy: Thursday 21st March 2024

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This physical and mental collapse every afternoon has gone on for three days now. No… Four!
Today, it came over me even earlier. My plan was to at least sit down, with a chance of nodding off; then, after Carer Kara helped me again, but she only had 10 minutes allowed for the visit. Bless her. Carer Helen made the last call, I was to get back to blogging again. I’d given up trying to sleep and was eating the meal when she arrived. Then, as the gal left, after medicating and taking off my diabetic socks from my legs, I went into a deep sleep, which didn’t last for long and was in patches. Every time I went into bliss, shortly one of the would unceremoniously burst me back awake. About 2 hours later, I gave up trying and started to potter about.
Anyway, I didn’t get back on the blog until around about 03:00hrs on Friday morning, and I had a mammoth task of catching up on it. Which I am currently in the process of doing, accompanied by the World Wide Hum, and a rattling coming from I know not where.
Better get on with it…

I carried the nocturnal pouch with me as I tried to remove it. I accidentally tugged the tube as I released the valve for emptying and immediately felt the warm, wet feeling of blood in the PPs! I got it cleaned up. Then I sorted out the waste bags into one, ready for collection, and placed them near the front door of the flat.
I took a snap of the morning view from the kitchenette. It’s not a good one, but it was fairly good for me. Is there a nice eeriness about it?
After an hour or so on CorelDraw, uploading and resizing the Kodak Tim pictures, an email from Sainsbury’s came Porc failed in. I went to the wet room and utilised the ever-popular. Once again, the evacuation failed, and after much urging and inner pushing, I gave up. Knowing there was possibly a gigantic torpedo in the queue that may need some help seeing the light of the WC basin, I made and drank a drink of an ‘Ease-it-along sachet’.

The Caregiver arrived, Victor or Israel. I think I can’t read the name on the log. My memory is blank on this visit, so it could have been anyone.
An hour or so later, the J. Sainsbury order arrived. I did struggle a little getting the bags, one at a time, into the kitchen. Well, I did not struggle; I just took extra care not to catch the tubing in Little .
The bananas came all ready-bruised to save me the effort of dropping them, so it was kind of Sainsbury’s. I got some vegan Maryland cookies, passata sauce with Mediterranean vegetables, and drinks for the nurses and carers. I also got fresh fries; they may get cooked and tasted tonight, methinks. Maybe the Anya potatoes be eaten tomorrow? They are grown only on the Monarch’s farms. Hence, Lord Sainsbury is the only person allowed to sell them. (I’m full of useless snippets)
The fridge was now fullerer than ever! Ready meals, lemon curd yoghourts, potato rosis, the lemon curd dip pots on the bottom shelve? Gorgeous!
I got a big pack of the JO2 favourites for the treats shelf. They may last a week or more. The most popular of the drinkies on offer these are.
I also got a few of these pots of jelly in a new flavour. Not a good photo. (I’m good at doing these types, Hehe!) So you may not be able to read the label. They are… honestly, a Gin & Tonic Flavour, jelly! I can’t see these being well-liked. I wonder what they put in it to get the taste?

A little drizzle was spotted when I was cleaning the side of the cooker later on.
I took it through the kitchen window glass to try to catch the raindrops on the pane.

During the next half an hour, I got three parcels delivered.

The first was socks, three pairs, I think, of long diabetic ones, expensive ones, too! The second was socks, two pairs of thinner, longer diabetic socks. These were even more expensive, cost me a fortune. But I didn’t get the last two new pairs back from the laundry. They think someone half-inched my laundry and a new bag. I never saw any of them again. Humph!
The third delivery was socks. Six pairs of the wrong type. Hehe! I’d made a great cock-up, mistake, error
with this order. As Carer Kara found out and told me yesterday. I thought I’d ordered Diabetic Bamboo socks. Kara pointed out that they were cotton ones. Boing! But it was too late for me to cancel. So then I proceeded to make yet another . I ordered one of the first two above while Kara watched to make sure I didn’t get it wrong again. After she’d gone, I checked again on Amazon and found the cheaper, although still dear, bamboo socks. I believe I’d cancelled the first pairs and ordered the cheaper pairs instead – But no! I ordered two lots! I’ve not opened the packs yet; I’ll do that tomorrow. I feel like such a fool!
If anyone would like a 3-pack of gents long cotton socks.

I took a shot of the end car park this afternoon. Then the Fatigue and weariness, along with my body’s instruction to get some sleep, arrived.
I decided to get something to eat first after closing down the computer.
There were chips, beans, sausages, and a baguette. The JS baguette was too sweet for my liking and crumbled too easily.
As I got served up, the evening Carer Helen arrived. I’d not seen her for ages, I thought she’s left.
I planned to get a kip and then restart this blog. The best-laid plans of mice and men! Or, in Robert Burns’s original, “The best-laid schemes o’ mice an’ men / Gang aft a-gley.”
Not a chance of nodding off. I even tried the TV again, but no luck.

I moved into the bed. Just as the night before, I got settled, and the catheter night pouch was hanging down. I lit the torch on the overbed table and got into the bed.
I nodded off pretty quickly again. No idea how long for; it felt like five minutes, and then kicked off striking at will. Well, Inchy! I got up, which wasn’t easy at all. In fact, I was a bit worried about this new ailment trait. kept stinging, then failing. Not all the time, but regularly enough.

By the time I’d got a drink of spring water, tripped over the tubing, and I’d taken this Kodak Tim photo of the moon or sun. Sun, surely? Was it this early yet? I think I may have made another chronologically here.
I know, but even a man of my extreme intelligence, quickness and clarity of mind, and amazingly reliable super-concentration powers can make the rare, occasional mistake. Ahem! had stopped bothering me. I’m sure it is worse electric shock-wise when I get into the bed, but why?

I got down in search of sleep again, this time back in the £300 second-hand shop purchased, c1966, welt-causing, uncomfortable, not-working, itch-inspirational, crumb-containing recliner. It didn’t help. As tired out as I felt, either or both the body and brain would not let me sleep!
The Gits!

Beats me, the car? The feet? The phone, yes.

TTFN

Improviser Inchy: Wednesday 20th March 2024 – Sleep what’s that?

21st March 202421st March 2024 / Inchie / 5 Comments

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The giving up in need of sleep arrived even earlier today. I was doing really well, considering the lack of sleep last night. (15 minutes) – I gave up trying and rose (02:00hrs) to visit the wet room. I washed, shaved and had a near-normal evacuation this morning.
But I was struggling to get my head together, although it cleared shortly afterwards. I was surprised at how well I was doing mentally and physically under the circumstances. Naturally, this was not to continue. I knew somehow that the ‘Big Fade‘ was bound to fall sooner or later. I took a snap of the morning view.

The Asda order arrived; thank heavens I’ll not need another until Wednesday 28th (On order)
I sorted the waste bags. Later, Shaquille took them to the rubbish chute for me. That was kind of him. The Asda order arrived.
This is a big one this time. Four items are missing, I’m glad there were, too! Well, they were out of stock. While taking the carriers filled by the driver for me to the kitchen, Carer Shaquille arrived and got the others. After tending to my needs, off he trotted and I sorted the groceries out. I’d got some drinks in for the bladder encouraging.
Buxton Spring water as usual. Baguettes and the potato cake rissoles, rosis whichever they are called; I love the taste and flavour of these!
I got caramelised sausages, lemon desserts, and some Jerk Patties. I also had tomatoes and Frankfurters. I may be tired out, but I think I will eat well this week.
A ready-made meal feast!
Cumberland pies, Shepherd’s pie, sausage & mash, and, what I plan to have for today, a Toad in the Hole meal for two, it said on the box?
It was a challenge to get everything in the fridge. I tried various combinations to get all the fodder into the fridge.

As you can see, it wasn’t easy to do. Hehehe!

Although the freezer was filled, and I got all three breads and baguettes in alright, I’m just glad I forgot to order any chips and pasties because they would never have fit in. Haha!

Got on the computer and started with CorelDraw, putting on the SD cards photos from .
Then I went to the kitchen to get the kettle on. I made a brew, and then I went back to the computer, where I diligently stayed grafting away until arrived. She didn’t have much time, but she checked my order for the diabetic socks from Amazon, and she found I’d ordered the wrong ones! Then she selected some proper bamboo socks, and put in an order for some of them. ETA tomorrow by 22:00hrs. I’ll be scared to try to sleep now, in case I miss them. You can’t win, can you? Well, I can’t.

Started feeling tired & weary again. I was about to save everything down ready to close down the computer, and a message from Norton came on the screen. Something like… the writing; “We have found 3,429 errors on your hard drive. Click here to repair”
The 3,439 number stayed in the memory, cause it frit me! So I clicked!
Well, the repair started, and 30 seconds later, Norton told me the Repairs were Completed. A restart would be needed. Not wanting to lose the work I had done, I tried to save the blog and CorelDraw work. But Windows also told me a restart.
So, I lost all my heart. The hours of work will all be lost and need to be done again in the morning. Humph!
I nervously pressed the restart.
Then, when it reloaded, Norton said I needed a Scan needed doing, so I did. It came out all clear.
After refusing several pricey and complicated, not fully understood offers of various route protectors and dark internet extras, I closed down windows.
I sat for a moment, ultra depressed at losing all the work, then…
THE BIG FADE FELL – AGAIN!
That was it. Once again, my body and mind told me to get some sleep, so I tried.
Carer Israel came, the laundry returned, and I put it away in the morning. Sleep was my main unfulfilled aim at the time. The Barrier cream was delivered at the same time.
The night shots taken of the view looked rather like the mood I was in. Glum, dark, depressed… Arrgh!

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Cheers!

Grunchy Inchy: Friday 15th March 2024

16th March 2024 / Inchie / 4 Comments

All-over-the-placidness, lack of concentration, and mind wandering off more than staying with me were similar to yesterday. Rampant! I have lost the notepad with the reminders of the day’s events.
There is much the sameness, I suppose. Thank heavens I got the above selection sorted early because I could not have done it in the state I was in later on.
Things may or may not improve mentally or physically, but ‘It ain’t necessarily so!’
So, this will be short on detailed info, as the seizures and mind-blanks started later on. Sorry.
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04:00hrs: The brain stuttered awake… well, mostly. How I got the glow onto this snap, I don’t know!

Veering towards the Trotsky Terence level.
The feet & tootsies looked better.
The medicationalisationings followed.
MedPhorpain The shaving went well; there were only a few minor nicks. No bother.

Got in a tangle with the .

I went to the kitchen and enjoyed taking these snaps of these morning views.
The last one turned involuntarily into a work of art, or I was interfered with . Hehe! Does it look like a radar photo of an airport and city?

I got the computer on and started updating and getting photos onto CorelDraw and WordPress.

Another oddly-hued photo?

Contrails in the beautiful sky.

Taking an automated wee-wee. Hahaha!

Clouds to the left.
Clouds to the right (Of the kitchen window)

I got further muddled and had to make many amendments and corrections. Then, as if by magic, I found myself in the spare room, apparently searching for something. I didn’t find out what I was looking for, but I had a scout around in case I saw whatever it was, and it triggered the brain into action. It didn’t.

Later, when I went to investigate what to have for the daily meal, I had this wonderful view to photograph. This one is rather special. Gorgeous!

It could be Putin in heaven, I thought.
But plenty of others to pick from. Hehe!

A lot of blanks today.

But I did get the nosh pepped, cooked & photographed.

TTFN

Indisposed Inchy: Wed 13 Mar 24 Another festive, fun day, I don’t say!

14th March 2024 / Inchie / 4 Comments

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I rose from my so-called sleep at 03:25 hrs. The nocturnal wee-wee was a better colour, but not much. Hehe!

The ankles were looking a lot better this morning.
The overnight were far less as well. They strike a little further up the leg each day, of course. Last night was my shortest sleep of the year, so the strikes ought to have been less. I just worked that out… amazing! Hahaha!

The waste bag was sorted into one, and I placed it near the door. At this point, I had a visit from . I’ve not had any sudden head-spins from him for a while. But fortunately, I was in the hallway at the time, less than an arm’s length away from the walls, to steady myself. I feared he might kick off again later, but he didn’t. Mind you, I did have the odd session from the routine. One during a visitation from Carer Kara.

I pondered over what to have for Nosh.
Lame or Cumberland pie & potatoes.
Undecided yet…

Finally, after much straying off and doing other things, I got the Tuesday blog done and posted.

appeared. We had a natter while he put on my socks and issued the medications. I remembered to ask him to remind me about taking the B17 vitamin tablet.

A little drizzle was falling, so IO went onto the balcony to take this shot of the end car park. The mudslide had been driven through a few times.

came but had little time; she checked the mail and bank letters for me. A financial visit. I’m sure there were things I wanted to ask her. She checked the emails with me, British Gas, the Bank and an unknown one. Kara said to leave it alone; it’s not a danger.

We then had a little mist for an hour or two.

I had all sorts of problems with the computer. I spent many hours on it, stopping when I got brain fog and didn’t know what to try or not risk changing. I’d nip out to take a photo or two of the view. Getting back to find I’d forgotten what and where I was with the computer. But I was still getting messages that: Your hard drive is full, and I could not save anything at all! After clearing out so much artwork and saving graphics, I finally, hours later, was able to save the work I’d done on CorelDraw. This fiasco was enough for anyone to lose it, but me? No, there had to be another problem, didn’t there?

I finally got around to downloading the photos I’d taken: I’d DONE IT AGAIN! With the worry over the computer, I’d left the SD card out of the camera; no photos! I gave up on the computer and made a meal.

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Cumberland pie and a few potato chunks roasted in the oven to go with it.

arrived just as I’d finished the meal. That was jolly good timing from Israel! He removed the socks and medicated me.

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I got them, but it took me a lot longer than the given eleven seconds to get there.

Fare Thee All Well!

Inchy Irked: Monday 11th March 2024 Whoopsie Accifauxpas Tumble

12th March 202412th March 2024 / Inchie / 4 Comments

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Monday was so meddling,
Scaring, frustrating & muddling,
Constant Whoopsiedangleplopping.
My computer was malfunctioning,
I feared the end of my computing!
With the Blue Screen of death appearing!
Fell over, when waste bin manoeuvering,
Many an error and mistake making,
Mental malfunctions marauding,
My forehead acne & eczema are cohabiting!
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05:15hrs: I woke, got up and was determined to get the done straight away, so I had the time to get them finished before any Carer arrived. The night sharing , and bursting-put Sneezes. I nodded off again every time, but it seemed minutes later, one or the other was back to wake me up. Tsk!The Catheter night pouch didn’t have much content. However, it was a much better colour today.

I collected and hobbled off to the wet room.
Yet the innards seemed to be gurgling?

I tried the crossword book while waiting for any action to begin from the rear end. None did!
As I rose from the WC…
The legs looked a little misshapen, and I felt that and her lesions were creeping up the legs more today. The knees were both slightly bloated. But below them, that part of both legs had ballooned! (Out of picture)
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After shaving and washing, it was apparent that my forehead and neck were much more virile than usual. As it seemed, was the postmarks, mini-boil, and drooping eyes. Hehe!
This photo left me bamboozled. I must have taken it in the wet room because it was on the SD card between the one above the face and the legs below.
I took this just before I put on my dressing gown to leave the wet room. Did they look more inflamed than earlier? I thought so. Both cartilages and knees’ were both carrying to much flesh for my liking.

arrived. He looked a smidgeon better than the last time I saw him. He medicated me, but I forgot to ask him to put on the socks. He checked the prescription medical draw stock and recorded it. He took the laundry down for me; bless him.

Still dark out there, but the mist is lifting, methinks.

In earnest, I started the Sunday blog. It was slow going, but progress was made without too many errors until I realised that Grammarly was not picking them up! It took me a long time to get Grammarly working again, and I still have no idea how or what I did, but it started again. Then, I had the pleasure of correcting and amending the 78 Errors I’d made. Taking me an hour and a half to get right!

Next Carer, she mopped the wet room and kitchen for me and hoovered the main room and mini hallway, too. Thank you!

Brighter now.

She came. She had got the bug, or do they call it the Lurgi now? Poor gal was struggling. ♥ But she still put on my diabetic socks for me; bless her cotton socks. She gave me Peptac and painkillers. She needs some medications as well.

This came up on my computer…
ARGH! SOB! SPIT SHI…
Demoralised!
After following several commands from the prompts, I eventually got to the message: “Sign in with your first code number and password from when you originally bought and installed this version of Windows.”
I tried pressing continue and got to another screen.
They asked me which installation option I wanted to select for them to reinstall Windows 10. I couldn’t even understand what they meant, so I pressed continue again. A list of several reasons for failure appeared on the screen, with the option to ‘Close the Computer’ or ‘Cancel’. Since I had no choice, I Cancelled.
The computer went off anyway.
Downhearted, I had to accept that there was nothing I could do about it. I’ve been trying to get someone to check the computer for me. I’ve asked every Carer and the Wardens if they know of anyone trusted who can help me. They all said no. I’ve only used Tech Help twice before. Both times, I got ripped off, and the computer had the same problem a few days after it had been ‘mended’. The last one, who said he was a student, gave me a telephone number to call if anything went wrong. And took his £250 quid with him, Two days later, it did. I tried ringing the number hundreds of times over the next few months, but it was never answered. I’m no better off now in getting any help.

I sulked for an hour or two, then made a meal and put the TV on. But the internet was not available it said on the TV screen. What the hell had I done now?

Again, not really knowing how to use the remote control, I risked pressing unknown what actions they are for buttons. Then I got down on the floor to check the conveniently left on the carpet by the Liberty-Global Virgin Media Engineer who installed the TV, phone and internet for me, and noticed two buttons I could press on the front of the box, a minus on one, and plus sign on the other. Which do I try? I pressed the minus, and the screen stayed the same. Later, I braved trying the plus button, and the fibre TV came on. I dare not touch the box again now…
Another problem now. Having gotten down on my knees to the box, I could not get back up on my feet again! The catheter tube was pulling painfully when I finally got moving a little. Cartilages Carole and Chloe, Back-Pain-Brenda, Arthur Itis, and Vasculitis Vanessa joined forces to give me as much pain as possible when I tried to move the legs. Having spent about an hour manoeuvring myself near the recliner to use it as a pull-me-up, The right ankle PN electric shocks kicked off, and I landed back on the floor during what was to have been my final effort… landing on my left knee with a thud. Now I had Cartilage Chloe even more painfully giving me some!
I stayed there for a few minutes and considered using my wrist alarm to get help. I made a final effort; if this failed, I would press the wristlet, I told myself.
At long last, I was in the recliner and spent a good few minutes recovering from the incident.

I got the Phorpain Gel out and rubbed some in both knee cartilages, and I took an extra Codeine painkiller. As I put the packet back, Shaking-Shoulder-Shirley kicked off, and the blister pack flew out of my hand as I grabbed the chair arm to steady myself. I’ve still not found where it went to yet!

Then, I sensed the smell of the food left in the saucepan on the hob! It was only on a low light, which prevented it getting burnt. I made and added some gravy to it.
The mood I was in, may have prevented me a little of enjoying the meal. But the bean stew and added baked smoked bacon. I was feeling a little sorry for myself with today’s run of bad luck… but I realised that it was nothing unusual for me.