INCHY: Monday 14th August 2023 – Inchy is Novaturient

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Well, the visit to the produced some action this morning. Fair enough, it was phooey, sticky, falling apart on hitting the water, khaki-coloured mini-torpedoes that evacuated with ease and no pain. Yet somehow produced a little blood to decorate the WC and my bum and legs.
Unfortunately I my toe on the floor cabinet corner when I bent down to clean the blood from the WC. No bother, of course, not for the hero of my sturdy, manly-pain-bearing capabilities. No arghs, cursing or swearing, spitting, growling or self-pity. Well, just maybe the odd cringe and wince. Hehe!
Carer Jo-Anne called the opticians for me to clarify what they rang me about last weekend. It seems my spectacles are ready to collect, and I have to fetch them to see how I go with them, and then they can do a reading pair. From what I recall, the left lens will be apparent, ready to be swapped when, or if, the left Cataract ever gets done. I’ve no idea if this first pair will be distance or a reading lens fitted. If the Blepharitis is not cleared when I get to the hospital for the left eye cataracts to be done, I’ll be refused and go back to the start of the waiting list again. As it took me over two years to get the right eye done, you can understand how apprehensive I am.
Then surprise, surprise, and a Great one too! Nurse Hristina turned up to take my blood today, not Wednesday! The INR level is still worrying them. Far too high! I got the new dosage sheet Yesterday. Far too high.
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Night Pouch removed

The legs and ankles were much better this morning!

Trotsky was in charge again!

Taken through the balcony doors and window. Drizzling.

Washed the plates, great!

GOT CARRIED AWAYDoing the day’s blog, I came across a notepad page that was only partly completed; let me spend, wait for it… over 6 hours doing the ode page words! And it’s not finished yet! I simply plodded on uncaringly until the Carer arrived… Tsk!

Got on to CorelDraw.
The flipping day’s nearly done.
Still, I did stop to take some sky photos occasionally.

Photos were taken while Carer Benjamin was here.
Caught Benjamin taking a selfie on the balcony. Hehe!

As of 15@45hrs…

Here are the sky photos in the order they were taken.
The first one.
Above and below from the balcony.
Getting darker earlier now.
Looking almost scary now…
Still Bootiful, though!

Time to get the nosh sorted out… well, it’s well gone the usual time. If I get a crack one, just knuckle and potatoes, methinks, saving some time. That’s a rarity.
No, a sudden change of mind hit me. I had battered balls, bread and peas; that’ll do me. Wonder if I’ve got any crispy onions left in the cupboard? I’ll Soon find out! Nope!
So I added some to my Asda order for the morning.
The nosh was cooked and served.
Nothing special, but So-Tasty!
Flavour Rating: 8.8/10.

Washed the pots; I took care cause carrying the night pouch and can be a bit hazardous. In fact, using Metal-Mickey, helped me avoid a when I against the radiator as I went to take these two early morning photographs of the view from the kitchenette window.
High in the sky…
and down to the houses.

Settled into the £300 second-hand shop bought, c1966. Moth-eaten, cringingly-beige-coloured, grotty, bedraggled, dilapidated, crumb-containing for my nocturnal nibblings, bug-ridden, itch-inspiring, not working recliner. In search of . But he was in a stubborn mood, and it took me a couple of hours to nod off. I noted the time, 03:00hrs, when I knocked a bottle of soda water off the ottoman tray. Used the torch to check it had not burst open and saw the big battery clock. It seemed that seconds later, I was in the land of bliss. Ahh!

Nemo Mortalium Omnibus Horis Sapit

INCHY: Thursday 10th August 2023 – An inextricable confusing day!

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So many hassles and ailments today…
Anything I tried to do, trouble got in the way!
The left leg kept collapsing… vulnerability?
The hospital doctor mentioned cerebropathy...
Thought when I get home, look it up straight away!
But Virgin Media did not want to play!
It kept going down for the rest of the day!
Shuddering Shoulder Shirley attacked at midday,
But she didn’t have it all her own way…
Shaking Shaun joined in: lackaday!
Balance walking, wobbly, made me feel giddy,
No time for my blogging & wordsmithery,
My DVT nurse comes tomorrow to take my blood away,
She rang me to ask what time of day ♥,
The opticians rang, I couldn’t hear what she did say…
What sanity I have, was drifting away…
EENT Clinic rang, about the operation day,
There may be some sort of delay…
Social Services are coming on Monday…
I don’t know what for, they didn’t say,
The Mobility Team on Wednesday…
DVT Anticoagulant rang; booked me into the faculty?
Sister Jane rang me, we were very chatty…
3 visits to the Porcelain Throne, they were whiffy!
Iceland delivered food, that costs pounds, over fifty!
Wen t to get things done ablutionary,
No hot water; the tap was dripping away!
The whole day was wrong, contrary…
Things seemed unreal, delusionary,
Still, no time to start the blog diary,
22:00hrs I started on the one for Wednesday,
There were always things diversionary…
I soon got feeling weary & wary…
My mind got into a bigger disarray,
Thoughts were going all over, thataway, thereaway,
I never want to suffer such an abominably, bad day…

Like I suffered this bloody Thursday!
Nearly midnight now, still need a shower someway,
Do the teggies, shave, change the catheter..
Eye drops, Germoloid the piles and basically…
Get some sleep; hoping Friday will go less diabolically!
And my body will act less dysfunctionally…
The brain too, the day goes less eventfully
And, Cognitive Impairment Iris, plays favourably,

All day I’ve not eaten anything gastronomically,
I’ve just been so damned up-to-the-neck busy.
I’ll put some potatoes in the oven, quickly…
Do the needed tasks ablutionary,
I’m feeling better already…
I’m doing this ode, quite lyrically?
And face my problems bravely,

Not moaning, groaning or snivelly!
The upcoming appointments, medically,
Only the one that’s neurophysiologically,
I’ll approach a little nervously,
Funny how I’ve cheered up suddenly…
Not bad, cause I’ll be showering nocturnally,
I’ll cope with things philosophically…
I’ll check what that means in my dictionary!

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Worra Blooming Day!

Up at 05:10hrs.

The night Bag was removed.
Not a lot of it, and dark coloured too! Am I surprised? Then yes, not after the nightmare day, though!.

Waste bags sorted.

The was better!

First mug of Glengettie!

Computer on.
But not for long.

The intercom flashed as I got the spuds out of the drawer.
Aha, the Iceland food arrived to restock the freezer from my in leaving the door open for nine hours! Three bags of food were destroyed. Tsk!
The driver kindly carried the bags into the kitchen for me.
As I was getting the frozen things in the freezer first…
The watch strap broke. So I put it down on the counter, and continued to get the food in the freezer sharpishly!
Biscuits Galore. Not for me of course; they are for the Carers and nurses due Friday and next week.

Coffees (For the carers of course), Rustlers for Carer Richard. Potatoes and bread for me

The freezer filled once again!

Savoury nibbles in the plastic ottoman.

The phone started ringing almost nonstop for hours.
Nurses, Carers, Social Services, Fall Team, Optician, Sister Jane, and others. The computer was not touched again until late evening… but by 21:00hrs, Had amassed no less than…

The second and last mug of tea, Thompsons Punjana this time, was being gulped down with three shortcake biscuit sticks. No, I’m not kidding, just three!

I got a new strap on the wristwatch.

The Days Sky Photos.
All from roughly the same spot at the kitchen window.
Good Morning
Good later Morning
Good Afternoon
Late Afternoon.
Sunset One
Late Sunset Two…
Early Morning

Now I’ll try to get a meal made.
Potatoes in the oven, and thought I’d change the night bag and get the ablutions done. But I .
So, got the burnt potatoes out of the oven… buttered the potatoes unsparingly, and added some yellow tomatoes, with a lemon dessert for afters.
Scoffed it all up. Flavour-Rating 7.5/10
And fell asleep again…

Cheers Middears!


Inchy: Friday 4th August 2023 – Tap Left Running Again, Hot Waterless!

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Goodness Gracious Me!
I dislodged my humongous body from the clutches 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, giving up to the chances of ever returning. The rattling in my head from the consistent eased immediately. Phew!
I had planned to get the ablutions and shaving sorted first thing, with a stand-up bath so as not to disturb my neighbours with the noise from the shower… but…

Great balls of fire! pillock  ,
, I could spit! That’s the second night I’ve failed to check the taps and cooker, and lost all the hot water! Both me and the Carer, actually. NO HOT WATER to do the ablutions with. No way am I going to risk carrying hot water about again, after the last scoldings I gave myself, carrying it to the wet room for shaving with. At least it didn’t overflow.

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I rose around 02:00hrs and took off the night catheter bag from the .
I had a thirst for a mug o Glengettie tea come over me. This is when I found the hot water tap running cold as you like. Self-condemnation and hatred spouted from my mind and loins, I was annoyed with me! This was despite having a sign up in the hallway opposite the door, that Carer Richard had kindly done and stuck up on the airing cupboard door for me to use to remind myself and other carers. As I said earlier, thank heavens I’d not left the plug in the sink! Could have been a lot worserer, I suppose. Humph! I took these two terribly bad photos of the morning view from the kitchenette window. Then cleaned up the mess in the sink and draining board. I got the waste bags sorted ready, and went to get the computer on… always a nerve-shattering thing, hope that Liberty Global will, might, maybe it’ll work… But No! I should have known better than that, shouldn’t I?
It was not having the quick solutions to come back on this morning. In the end, I had to lose what bit of work I’d done on CorelDraw, WordPress and the Ode – Spit, Spit, Spit!
Turn everything off, DVD reader that’s not right… erm… SD Reader, keyboard, computer and the Liberty-Global thingummy whatsit box and leave things for a while, in the hope that it could come back on in ten minutes or so. I reset the router and hobbled off to respond to the needs of the .
shared a little control with again. Not a lot! The thing that puzzled me a smidgeon, was the three shades of brown in the two torpedoes? One of them was almost black. Still, it made a change.
I got my first mug of Glengettie made and enjoyed it. A lovely strong brew! Have way through gulping it down and chimed out as the Carer arrived for the first visit. It was the new gal, Marilyn or Maria I think her name is. Nice gal; we managed a few minutes of chin-wagging in between. Nice lady.

I pressed on with the blogging but kept feeling guilt and annoyance at having no water, so no shave. You bet your bottom dollar that tonight when the water has heated up, I’ll have nodded off, with me getting up so early in the morning.

This late afternoon, I managed to take two of the worst photos I’ve ever managed before!

Both pictures were set on the ‘Indoor Option’ on the Kodak.
Both, as you can see, came out weirdly reflective, if that’s the right word. I wonder what I did wrong this time?

Made the semi-prepared meal. The spuds were done in the slow cooker, halved and a splatter of BBQ sauce was applied. The fresh garden peas with a bit of mint in them were gorgeous!
The cheese pasties were done in the oven. The tomatoes were halved and liquid salt was added. Nice!
Flavour-Rating: 7.9/10.

Lips, faces, & a spear?


Inchy: Tuesday 1st August 2023

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What an expensive day!
The usual getting things wrong, forgotten about, dropped, lost, back-to-front, or the many dithering moments guaranteed another 24 hours of anosmia. With eyesight that put me in danger as it would get worse momentarily; Dangerous on my hobble to and from the Optician. Where, between them and the Ozan food store, I spent a small fortune!
Two costly eye medications bought, the Smoked Knuckle that I couldn’t resist, and cash to pay the Easy-Link from the thingy in the wall in Sherwood. I was out of the flat for about five hours, and returned having spent on the glasses, medications and shopping treats… over £320! The Bank Balance is at its lowest for years now! The eye is still bothering me and as I said, making me a bit nervous. The eye this morning, is even more painful after having the cream and spray put on last night.
A Fed-Upperedness-Lingers!
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Night Pouch.
NHS Scale 4

Sprayed the slippers.

Kitchen morning view.

Not sure why I took this one – or even meant to?
Rushed around getting things ready for the trip to the Opticians.
Carer Kara arrived. No eye drops were given. She said she will try to find out for me whether I should or not be using them still. ♥ Medications sorted.

Had a bash at doing the blog, but within ten minutes…

I set of with the I hoped all the things I needed in the three-wheeled-walker trolley. Old spectacle frames to have the new lens fitted into. My wristwatch, bus pass, mobile phone, the beloved Kodak camera, and some cash. I set off on the journey to the opticians. I went down in the lift and took this snap of the information board as I got out of the elevator.

I walked outside and down to the Winwood foyer. This was to escape the drizzle and high winds.
Took these snaps of the view from within the outer foyer.
Then as the time neared for the bus, out to the bus shelter.
Taking this snap of the traffic island outside the flats. The wind was blasting the weeds and plants all over.

Down into Sherwood, got off of the bus without any tumbles or falls this time. Up to the crossing, over the road and into the opticians. Where the three pretty young lady assistants pampered me a little… I loved that! They seem to have taken to me? Another mystery! I was helped with the trolley into the examination room. But on my going inside…
I felt the catheter pouch dropping… Dam It! After all that time preparing everything to go out, I’d not emptied the pouch! I cringed as I had to ask if there was anywhere I could empty it. The lady kindly took me through the back of the shop, through some narrow junk rooms; she even helped me get up the steps to the WC.
Back to the test room. It must have taken her well over an hour & a half with all the tests needed. The outcome was costly!
I needed an eye spray and Gel. The tears were drying far too quickly, and the grit-in-the-eye scenario needed the spray. I can’t recall how much they each were, but the total was £23! pound. And there was me, thinking it was my natural charismatic charm, humour, and good looks that were getting appreciated by the staff. Hahaha! It must have been three hours after arriving, I was freed, to get some cotton pad (Not wool) from Wilko. Who, of course, didn’t have any in stock. But I let the girls select a can of pop of their choice from the trolley before departing to Wilko’s.

I hobbled carefully down to the Ozan store.

I was foolishly tempted to buy more veg knuckles and a large potato. Got some cash from the machine outside as I left.
A danged expensive trip this one was!

Then a grinding hobble back up Winchester Street Hill.
I think the hobble earlier helped me cope with it easier this time.
Approaching the left turn to the flats, which was not in view yet.
Almost there…
These wildflowers caught my attention again, as the poor things were getting battered by the winds.

I got inside the flats and was commandeered by ILC (Independent Living Coordinators), Oberstgrüppenfuhreress, Warden and Primo Ballerina, Warden Deana & Generaloberstess, Ice skating champion florist and Warden Julie’s office. This is used as a holding cell and an interrogation room. Only joking!
A Prisoner’s… no, Tenant’s detail updating was done.
The new ailments had to be added. Har-Har!
This took a while.

Back to the flat.
Along the link passage from Winwood to Woodthorpe Court.
At the end, Near the swipe door…
A photo of the overgrown natural greenery!

Back up to the apartment.
The knuckle and the potato.
The potato was put in the oven on low heat.

Tried to catch up with yesterday’s blog.

Gave up, and checked on the potato in the oven; it needed a little longer. I sat in the £300, second-hand, most uncomfortable, decrepit, Haemorrhoid Harold-testing, micro-organism-microbe-bugged, easily-fallout able from, unfit-for-use, not working, recliner, and nodded off with being kind, as well as the giving me a break…
was kind as well… then as heavenly peace arrived… I think was beginning a peaceful dream with a HRH Petal-Lisa and me in a railway carriage, dining… somewhat
the landline burst into flashing mode.
I jerked awake, my glasses dropped of my head… I carefully (I thought) rose from the recliner; knocking off a bottle of spring water and the torch off of the ottoman… nearly lost my balance going the two paces nodded to get to the telephone, and responded with a pleasant, ‘Good Evening’ quote. It was the
, with the results of the blood test. My INR had gone up to 4.2 for some reason, so the new dosages were given to me. Struggling to hear what the receptionist was saying didn’t matter this time; it was easy to hear… one each night! I thanked her and nearly tripped over the bottle of spring water as I went to the carers table and change the dosage on the Meridian book cover. Collected the dropped items from my getting up, and got back down into the £300, second-hand, c1968, charity shop-bought, eyesore-horrendously grungy coloured, Harold Haemorrhoid-testing, easily-falloutable from, unfit-for-use, not working, recliner… but not for long… I got the nosh sorted and started to dine well.

Within about ten minutes the door chime chimed out its; tune.

It was Carer Chris coming for the last call of the day. Nice and early too, I was half asleep. He got the and on the eye; the gel application hurt a smidge as I recall after it was put on, but nothing too bad.
No painkillers were offered, and, as I found out in the morning, no night pouch was added to the day bag. I think the lad knew from earlier how tired I felt with the trip out. He was off quickly, telling me to get some sleep, bless him.

But it was not to be!
Again the raged. No peace, just reminders of past errors, mistakes and shameful moments, relentlessly. One incident from 1957 was thrown in this time. This is getting bad, I wonder if I can get any help with this problem?
Has anyone mentioned it to Rishi Sunak, yet? Hahaha!

Still, I’m eating well!

Oh, just found this photo that I missed off!

Inchie: Monday 31st July 2023 – Another ‘Where Am I? What Am I Doing? Day!

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This is either Inchy’s best or worst-ever Ode!
Bonkers either way…
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Another confusing day, just like Sunday was.
Some Carers give me eye drops, others do not. I believe someone had called about the necessity, but the result seems to be a split decision, a draw – maybe they need a play-off to decide. Hehehe! I must get in touch with someone when I get back from the opticians tomorrow, to clarify.

The first five occurred when I first started the computer?
The tiredness came over me earlier than ever today. Memories are blurred, and the brain keeps stuttering, a bit like my old Austin A35 and Skoda Estelle cars did. Har-har!

Cock-ups, Memory Blanks & Confusion Galore!

Urine in the night bag at level 4 on the NHS Chart, methinks.

Balcony photos.
End car park.
Sky to the West.

Big Mess!
I Lost Hours & Hours!
What happened to cause the following fu… cock-up is beyond me!
It came after the internet… had gone down for the fifth time!
When it restarted, Firefox crashed. CorelDraw froze.
And I used language I was proud of!
The screen was filled with things not understood by Inchy in the slightest. Confused and lost, I ended up, after waiting in hope the, whatever Firefox was doing would come to an end. After two hours, I gave up, reverted to a spot ecclesiastical adoption, and prayed! Then the computer after having to force close it, was not interested in being booted up again. I considered suicide as an option… Gave up again, unplugged everything I could find, and gave it an hour… before trying again.

Made a mini-nosh!

The computer started this time.
Over the next hour or so of mistake-ridden work,
Black Outs grew to a current total of…

The delightfully pleasant Haematology nurse, Hristina arrived, to take some blood for the Warfarin test for the DVT Clinic.
♥ Wot a cracking lass! ♥

I lost a lot of work this time. But it’s understandable. Whenever Hristina arrives, she gets all my attention, and I forgot to save the work, in favour of listening, and admiring her lovely smile!
As I began to check the grammar on the newly replaced Ode I was doing…

Carer Chris arrived and refused to give me any eyedrops on his two visits. The last visit lasted for about 1 minute, bless him. No painkillers, for he knew how tired out I was, and was soon off on his round. Nice lad. I’ll ask Kara if she can sort out yea or nay to the eye drops. Carer Richard says yea to the until the current bottle runs out, but nay to the , until we can find out for definite if it is needed or not. I’ll see if the optician can advise on this in the morning when I go for the eye testing to be done.

Annuver Rotten Day!

INCHIE: Sunday 23rd July 2023

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With my weird sleep problems over the last three days, I have partially lost my appetite for doing this blog.
Unbelievably, even to me, I was beginning to feel sleepy on the first Carers call this morning. By the time midday came around and the second call, I was fighting to stay awake! I forgot to hold the tissue in the eye after the drops; I felt half-out of it. I’d not even started on this blog by then. I’m going to call the doctor on Monday morning; this is getting to me; every following day since Wednesday, I began to droop earlier! I’ve never had so much sleep in my life, yet I still feel drained mentally and so tired?
I’ll do my best with it, but it’ll probably be far away from my usual wittiness and fun-loving quips being put in.
Here goes:

At least Victor had opened the valve on the day bag after fitting the night bag for me.

Off to the wet room for the evacuationing…Still as messy as heck. TT is in control.

Blimey, I’m getting short of toilet paper! The two-and-a-half rolls left won’t last long at this rate. Haha!
Wonder if this is owt do with the sleep-craving problem?

The legs were much improved. Grrreat!

Off to make a brew of possibly the world’s finest-tasting medicine, Glengettie. Warming the mug first, making sure that the
Tea Glengettie

whole cream milk was used, just a drop, mind you. Left the teabag to brew, stirring all the while. I could smell the delicious brew wafting up… I got the tongues and extracted all the flavour from the teabag, then…

The milk bottle slipped in response to jiggling my body’s right side. I grabbed at the bottle, which had the top put back on… and was on the verge of going into a , as of all ailments, kicked-off, and I knocked the perfect mug of Glengettie off of the cabinet, onto the floor, via my left foot’s , spilling in every possible hiding place it could find! Did I swear? Yes!

Got the mess cleaned up in my usual happy-go-lucky singing away manner.

Made another mug of Glengettie. Very carefully!
It tasted amazing and went down well.

Got the computer on…
The day is getting worse now…

The second call was from Carer RO, a nice gal. But I can’t hear what she’s saying much. Helped me out when emptying the catheter pouch and got the wobbles from , saved me from another mess, bless her.

Late afternoon clouds…
Not sure why I took this one; it looks like the one above?

Blogging for ten minutes, then…

Back on again… for 15 minutes.
Doing better today… up to now!

Firefox went down!
Well, fancy that!
Took me hours to get it back on. No idea how I did it anyway, but all tabs had disappeared! Miffed!

The skies were now in a threatening mode.
Beautifully, though; rain is to come again, I just know.

I transferred the potatoes from the crock-pot to a saucepan with the chunky veg soup in it. Sliced a few tomatoes. Added a splurt of the Winiary seasoning liquid.A drop more sea salt and a dash of BBQ sauce. Next, the most important ingredient was added and stirred in with some gusto.

Left it to marinade on the lowest setting, nipping back into the kitchen to give it regular stirs.

The rain came when I was about to return to cry over the pathetic computer mess!

It started coming…
Fine rain heavily for half an hour or so…
Then we had a ten-minute, even heavier downpour.

Carer Kevin arrived and soon had me sorted out

I checked on the chunky vegetable soup and got it served up.
By Jimminee, my appetite made a comeback tonight!.
I’d thought I’d made too much at first, but No!
I gobbled up the lot of it. And ate all of the Milk Roll bread… the strawberry cheesecake too!

Carer Richard arrived for the last call of the day.
He was just starting his shift, so naturally, his ebullient wit had not kicked in yet. Hehe!

I looked at the Freeview listings and noticed Death Wish 2 was on in ten minutes. Got the pots washed in a hurry… this was not a good idea at all!

I dropped the tray while putting things in the sink to wash. The only solid thing tumbling was the knife – which managed to land on me.
Bending down to retrieve the utensil, I coated my chin against the edge of the sink.
Having continued hastily washing the pots so as not to miss the film’s start, I knocked the bowl off the sideboard. No injuries with this one. Worth mentioning?

I got back into the second-hand, £300, c1968, overwhelmingly sickening beige coloured, tatty, uncomfortable, wobbly, germ-producing, falling to pieces, food residue collecting recliner, and got the TV on again. To find I’d misread the TV menu, but it was not Death Wish 2, but Lethal Weapon 2.

Fair enough, I settled while the adverts were on, 15 minutes of the film were missed. Got myself a bag of cheese curls and a bottle of soda water to hand, and the film restarted after the commercials… Then fell into a deep sleep. To wake up, as the credits were scrolling the screen as the movie ended!

Then, after four nights of precious sleep, I assume thanks to the chloroform in the Minims eye drops, now finished; the darned annoying and alarming nasty Thought Storms started again!
After four hours of nodding and jumping awake, I gave up and got up! Not that this bothers a man of my distinctly accepting and casual style.


INCHIE: Friday 21st July 2023: Chloroformed? Hehe!

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Sorry, but I fell asleep more times today than ever before.
Very few reminder notes were made. Mainly photographs later in the day, as the tiredness and weariness dawned in the early afternoon. Later, I looked up information on the side effects of chloramphenicol eye drops. I did, but I made a mess of copying it and got this mess of text into the graphic. Sorry.

On waking up, before nodding off again!

Woke up once more, night bag looking good. Got it detached and emptied, securely wrapped, and disposed of.

The new had fallen down the leg, so I readjusted it – Easy-Peasy this morning, no hassle or bother from , , , or at all yet?
A few nicks shaving. As expected
Cleaned and refreshed, and feeling rather good after a broken but long sleep, even on 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. But I knew it wasn’t going to last long.
I’m fading, getting so tired I cannot concentrate on anything but the need to sleep earlier every day! Yet I felt good at this time!

I got some potatoes in the crock pot and flavoured them with sea salt, Winiary Przyprawa, and unfortunately…overdoing the pinch of basil, as the lid shot off!
A good stir to dissipate it…
Not that it did much dissipating.
Got the lid on and left it for six hours.

Made a brew and onto the computer.
I did not feel like having any biscuit dunking this morning; I didn’t have any all day. Amazing! Something wrong here!

Five minutes later, it returned.

Three minutes later…
It had not come back on for fifteen minutes, so I had to shut everything down and reset the box again…
Another five minutes before it returned.

Got on with the blog updating. For five minutes, then…
Left the computer and went on the balcony to take this shot of the mini-mud slide in the end car park.
The Internet had not returned yet.

So I took these shots through the kitchenette window of the falling rain; I wasn’t going to open the window.
A close-up.
Wide shot to the left.

The abysmal, unreliable finally returned, and I grafted away at the Thursday blog.

Carers Chris and Kara called. Chris was a little late at 09:30hrs. Kara, on the dot at 12:00hrs.
Angel Nurse Hristina arrived and got the blood taken.
I lovely gal!

Fancy that!

The rain resined, and as I was taking this photo…
The Weariness & Tiredness kicked in!
I was incapable of continuing to start this blog, and I will have to find time in the morning. Gawd, this dead-beatness since taking the new eye drops is getting earlier each day!

Better get the nosh done now; the potatoes were cooked.

I added them to the saucepan of vegetable soup and added a drop of the delightfully-tasty Krakus Borscht.
And some peas to the mix.
A delightful nosh, Rated at an 8.9 on the Taste-Rating

I was struggling to stay awake now.
Managed to get the pots washed, then got down in the £300, second-hand, most uncomfortable, decrepit, Haemorrhoid Harold-testing, micro-organism-microbe-bugged, easily-falloutable from, unfit-for-use, not working, recliner.
Sleep came almost immediately.

I was woken up by Carer Chris’s arrival. Can’t recall much of it.

Zzz! Returned within seconds of Chris’s departure.

I was woken up again by Carer Chris’s arrival. I can’t recall much of it, well, anything really, other than he put the night pouch onto the .

I think IO had odd dreams, and they were waking me up frequently – but I soon nodded off each time… well, not the last one. That dream was a bad one that had me trying to make heads or tails about it in my mind…


INCHIE: Thursday 20th July 2023: Nurses Toying With Me! Hehehe!

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Mayhap the oddest day of the week so far.
Unexpectedly Busy? Yes! This blog was not started until Friday.

Being tired after the EENT runabout made me knackered and drained early in the afternoon. But the extra visits were all welcome, all the same.
I faded very early, though; all I wanted and felt needed was sleep.
Fat chance. It can’t be helped. Being a mind-testing set of visits, I had no notes as such to use, and time memory was all I had… Oh, and some earlier-in-the-day photos to prompt me a little. Here goes If Liberty-Global-owned Virgin Media
doesn’t keep going down again. Naturally, it did!

05:00hrs. No night bag attached again, Tsk! The urine in the day pouch was a deep colour. Tummy ache and wind. 

Did the waste bags… Carer Chris arrived to sort me.

Computer on…
2 minutes after getting it back on…
Ten minutes after it returned…

Took these kitchen view shots waiting for the internet…
Up in the sky.
Sun coming up from behind.

Carer Kara arrived. And a blessing she was, as she usually is.
She got the bank payment for my Easy-Link debt payment.
£79.00 was put through to the bank and sorted. Emailed Easy-Link to confirm it. No reply yet. Did the eye drops. ♥

Struggled, and it was time-consuming, but I finished the Wednesday blog and posted off to WordPress.

The landline flashed. It was Phlebotomy Nurse Hristina. To tell me she would call tomorrow morning to take the Warfarin INR blood sample for analysis. ♥

The Asda order arrived.
Frozen favourites!
Fresh food treats!
Drinkies to help the bladder
Fridge refilled now

I thought I was doing well on the odeing, then the rush of helpers arrived – Bless Them All!

Two District Nurses arrived. I’d hoped they were going to remove , so that I could have a go at seeing myself after the Finasteride course of tablets had finished. I did not realise that the penicillin tablets had run out, and not the above.
I was hoping to give manual wee-weeing a go, and that I could pass water voluntarily again. With the (hopefully) now-reduced in size Prostate. If the tablets had worked.
But they seem to have put me on another course of these.
The embarrassment brought forth some witticisms from my lips. As the nurse reached for some of my kitchen towels to cover me up – Carer Kara came in while they were ‘doing me’, and I quipped, a postage stamp would have done! Hehehe!

I remembered I’d got some potatoes in the oven for my meal. Kara kindly went to check on them for me. A Lidocaine (a local anaesthetic) and Chlorhexidine, (an antiseptic) tube were shot into Little Inchie. Stings a bit, but a nurse laughed and mimicked, “Oh, oh, oh!” Which took my mind off of the pain. Clever gal! Then… Dang-dang-dang, Dang!
The insertion of the new tube began…
Naturally, my being the brave, heroic sort of young man, there was no grimacing, chewing of the cushion on the c1966, £300, second-hand charity-shop bought, crumb-containing, odour-retaining, Harold’s Haemorrhoid-testing, nauseatingly beige coloured, non-working, virus-breeding recliner which I was sat on, howls of pain, nor exclamations of any sort, like, ARRGH! or anything of that nature while the tube went in.
But this inserting nurse was a no-messing-about one; I think she did it last time, too, straight in unhesitatingly. It was soon all over and settled! Thank you!

Kara did the eye drops and medications for me.

Then I got the meal ready.
Simple food for a simple man. Hehe!
Flavour rating: 7.2/10, fair enough

Night carer Chris came early. Which made me think I could watch my favourite ‘Heartbeat’ episodes. I fell asleep after he’s done the eyes and medications, as he sat at the Carers desk.
I woke up, and he was on his mobile.
No doubt female related. It sounded like he was speaking his native tongue, so I kept my eyes shut to avoid disturbing him for some time. He got the night bag onto the Catheter for me, the pouch in the drip tray, and off he trotted.

No chance of watching ‘Heartbeat’; the first episode had almost finished, and not that it mattered cause I drifted off to sleep again. I’m doing a lot of that lately? Twice at the hospital, several times yesterday in the flat, and now again!

I was woken around 20:40hrs, as Carer Chris came to do the last 22:00hr check. Eye drops and Peptac.

No sooner had he left, I fell asleep again!
This time I was almost jumping awake every few minutes, repeatedly. It wee’d me of this did!

I got up, grabbed and hobbled into the kitchenette for safety checks. Being so tired, I thought I may have left a tap running, a door open on the fridge or oven on from cooking the potatoes. All was okay.

I took this Kodak shot of the beautiful late sun setting.
To my Pareidolia’s Delight, I spotted what looked to me like a shrimp in this photograph. Can you see it?

The rest of the night was Sleep, Wake, Sleep, Wake, Sleep, Wake, Sleep, Wake…


INCHIE: Tuesday 18th July 2023 – Feeling Senticous

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I realise this may be hard to swallow, but I made yet another worrying set of this morning.
I was sat here at the computer desk… well the 1963-bought, falling to pieces, Hopewell’s E-Plan Sideboard, with the doors falling off, having one of my regular panicky modes. And Carer Kara arrived, which always has a calming effect on me. She asked if both of the Thursday appointments had been moved to Wednesday, or just one of them? Panic-Mode Status up to Defcon three! I’d not thought about that! I think she got the idea I was getting worked up when I started to sob and whimper?
Would the Hospital expect me to go two days running? The thought of having to catch a bus and tram there and back put fear in my heart. Mind you there was a fair bit lingering in there, over the thought of having to get trousers, socks and shoes on after the 2-hour ablutioning session each time,
Kara got the details and said she’d try to sort me a lift with Easy-Link and find out about the appointments for me.
When the second Carer, Sam arrived at midday. All had been sorted out, much to my amazement, Easy-Link could fit me in! Also, both appointments will be on! Yes!
A quicker-than-usual blog though, I have to find the time for the full ablutionalisationing session somehow.
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An excellent shade of urine!

Not much rain last night, and no dog to watch bathing in it!

After tending to the needs of the , which was very messy and phooey…
I went to make a brew of Glengettie.
Tea GlengettieAnd took a photo of the tree copse area.

Got the computer on…
After three minutes! ARRGH!

As it returned, Carer Kara, my Angel of Mercy arrived.
See the Prodrome above for further details.
drops in, medications supplied, then after five minutes, the drops inserted. I remembered this time to stick my finger in the eye for three minutes.
Well, Kara reminded me too!

This lasted for about five minutes…

This lasted for about one minute…
Then surprisingly, it stayed on for two hours! So I got as much done as I could in that time.

Then Carer Sam arrived for the noon visit.
The great news is that the appointment is for one day only, and the lift had been arranged with Easy-Link. Brilliant!
Sister Jane phoned as Sam was about to leave and answered it for me. Jane said she’d ring back later
Well fancy that!
So, I called Sister Jane back. She rang on the mobile that I rang her on, I can’t remember her number on the landline.
We had a good natter. Turns out she’s just had her cataract done again. But the poor thing’s experience was the opposite of mine. She was in pain afterwards, and she still is. Poor Jane!
We still managed a laugh or two though; that’s us!

I got on with blogging, again-this believe it or not, was the last failure up to now… a period of four hours! From the
Doing well, aren’t they!

Earlier shot from the computer chair, that I’d missed.

The oddest ever trip to the Throne this was… well, maybe not!
I really thought that was losing his grip on the evacuations. For things didn’t seem to want to start moving, naturally, I thought this could mean a cement torpedo or two… but no! After a good ten or twelve minutes on the crossword puzzle..
Splatter squelch, and all over in less than 30 seconds.
What a mess to clean up!

Into the kitchenette…
Got the potatoes on the boil…
And took this picture.

Then the above snap of the legs, feet and toes.
They did not look like they were mine!
So much improved inflammation in the lower leg, no leaks from the , either! However: and were making up for that. Both get frisky as the day goes on.

Better get the nosh sorted out before the evening Carer arrives.
See you in a bit…

Tuesday Morning Catch-Up
The evening meal
Cheese & onion pasties, potatoes, peas and beetroot.
Cheesecake for afters.
Flavour Rating: 7.2/10.

Went to get the evening’s ablutions done – No Hot Water!

Carer arrived. I mentioned the lack of hot water and asked him to get someone to call the NCH maintenance for me. In and out quickly tonight; the lad was looking tired. Eye drops & medications sorted.

I got up to wash the pots.
Wonderful view!
Close-up of the wonderful view.


INCHIE: Monday 17th July 2023

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Unbelievable! Talk about a reversal.
This morning my worries, fears and panic over not getting help done with so many things were exactly the same. Zilch, nothing was advanced or sorted. But, did I care? Nope!
I really can’t understand it. I was so laid back about things, but the niggles, fretting, and frustration had evaporated, and stayed that way until a few minutes ago, as I started this blog belatedly. Now, All is back to the tension-ridden, nail-biting, sorry for me, considering silly things. It is possible that the wound beginning to heal, but my ankle infection still itching (a good sign). And even the left hip was causing me far less hassle this morning. The urine colour in the night bag was so clear, too.
Comes to something when you have no idea why one suddenly gets the spirits raised a little, but don’t understand why?
Another quickie I’m afraid though. because when I got up after removing the night pouch… Liberty-Global went down.
Even that didn’t sink me into a depression. Confusion Conrad did pay me a long extended visit, though!
Something was amiss with me this morning? Onward

Pleased with the urine shade, though there was not much of it.
That should have concerned me, but it didn’t.

Got the computer on, it went down within a minute!
So, I couldn’t check to see if the hospital had confirmed the change of appointment days or not. Not that it mattered much to me this Monday… it normally would have.

Into the kitchenette.  to get the kettle on to make a brew of Glengettie. Something else different here. Normally, with my restriction to two mugs a day, I would not have made one so early in the day. (I got up at 0335hrs) The sky was a lovely blue.

A summons me to the diverted me to the wet room.
Well, that’s where the bog is. Hehe!
I even had time for a few minutes of cross-wording.
I even managed things using just a third of the toilet roll.

Back to the kitchen, taking this photo of the morning view as it was getting lighter quickly now.

Waiting for the kettle to reboil, I noticed how well the legs, feet & toes were looking.

When it returned I made a start on updating yesterday’s blog, a fair bit to do… not that it bothered me.

Carer Richard arrived. I believe he was concerned about me being so cheerful. Hehehe! In his usual no-fuss manner he got the first eye drops in and issued the medications. I got him a cold drink from the fridge. Lemon & Lime. Then he did the second eye drop and issued the medicine. Believe it or not, I did not squirm at taking this horrible aniseed-flavoured reflux medicine, for the first time ever I think. Something was still amiss this morning?
Said farewell to the lad as he departed, wishing him a good sleep.
Richard took the laundry down for me. Thanks.

Back to the computer…
Even now I not too wrangled?

I was just about to post off the Sunday blog…
Now the irritation was beginning to return.

Got the laundry bag made up.
The computer is back on but after an hour or so…
Now the bile was brewing!

I started to take photographs each time the went down. I’ve collated them all here with the approximate time taken for up to 17:00 hours. Some great on some of them. More later.

15:00hrs. See anything in this one? You must?

15:10hrs. Raining a bit…
And the one below, a few minutes later.
How I got the terrible colouring, I don’t know.
I was a close-up shot though?
Nothing like it looked colourwise, But you can see a man or bear in the left cloud? Or the hand rising? Or is it just me? Hehe! Spitting blood now at

Carer Chris arrived, full of the joys of spring.
  drops, then the tablets. Next the lousy-tasting Antacid medicine. Then the eye drops.
Drink from the fridge, and the
Aniseed medicine. Spit! Haha!

We took some photos from the balcony of the clouds.
A dog investigating the mudslide water…
Decide it was bath time, and had a jolly-good jumping-about session. The tail wagging furiously! Great!
Carer Chris took these two for me, catching the shiny rooftop on one house as it caught the sun. Must have sun-power-shields?
The cloud formations had changed a lot, but they were still wonderful, almost pretty some of them.

Puffer clouds high in the sky – I love them.
Lower, the skyline ribbon. With its fingers pointing up skywards, beasts and I see the abominable cloud-man. Haha!
18:20hrs: An open oyster there?

21:40hrs: Getting the late meal sorted, and captured this late sunset shot. Bootiful!

The Nosh!
Imitation ham sarnies 7.2/10 Taste with some of…
I find the delicious not-butter, butter, tastier than any proper butter. 10/10 Taste-Rating!
Potatoes crock-pot cooked with sea salt. 3/10 Taste-Rating!
Canned garden peas. 7.3/10 Taste-Rating!
Tomatoes halved. 8.2/10 Taste-Rating!
Soy lemon yoghourt. 7/10 Taste-Rating!
If my calculation is right, that makes overall,
a Taste-Rating of 7.1/10.
I used the Windows calculator.

Of course, a man of my education, I could have done the calculation in my head… but would have got a different figure.
I recall some results as I read my final school test in 1960.
Different days of various exams meant some of the lads had skipped school to avoid whichever they were not very good at;

Mathematics: 34th out of 34 tested.
Chemistry: 25th out of 32 tested.
Metalwork: 28th out of 29 tested.
Technical Drawing: 29th out of 32 tested.
History: 29th out of 32 tested.
P.E: 32nd out of 34 tested.
Geography: 12th out of 28 tested.
R.I.: 15th of 32 tested
Music: 30th of 33 tested.
Woodwork: 18th out of 19 tested.
English: 1st out of 34 tested!

True. Hahaha!