Inchy: Wednesday 27th September 2023

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Today, many a calamity-cluster!
Abated by precious Carer Kara,
A tumble, the nurse followed after,
Things got worse, thereafter…
Dropped a bowl of dishwater…
Lymphorrhoea Leslie’s water…
Ingrowing nail pains started!
Knee & back pains agitated,
But I was unintimidated…
Sorry about that… I lied!
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Due to , I’d stored photos on the wrong day in the file. So some may be from earlier, as I got myself in a muddle trying to sort them. Sorry again. if so!

06:14hrs: was leaking rather painfully as I stirred back into my mock-imitation, forlorn pitiful life. She was stinging much more this morning as well.
As I removed the night bag from the catheter, other ailments joined in. With what seemed a concerted effort. A  lets attack Inchy with as much pain as we can today. They were successful! , , and a rare visit from . The pain behind the left eye kicked off…
EQ kept telling me, “I warned You!” I knew things were not going to go well at all today – and boy was I right!
Had I known what was going to happen, I’d have hibernated there in the £300 second-hand shop purchased, c1966, welt-causing, uncomfortable, not-working, welt-creating, itch-making crumb-containing recliner.

I got to the wet room and utilised the first job. Aha, had not lost control completely, but I’d say was fighting back! The shaving went bloodlessly. !
The showering did not! The patch I’d put on was loosening its grip a bit. , and flowing freely was . giving me gip each time I had to bend or stretch. But the Germolene and Germoloids I’d managed to buy, did a fine job in stopping the bleeding for me.
Emptying the bowl that I’d washed my feet in while shaving, I got a little, but enough, of the shakes and twitches from , to ensure that I dropped the bowl of dirt water. Innit amazing how far water can spread? Come think of it, she had support from my to inform the befuddled brain of my physical needs.
The urine was a good-looking colour today. It kept changing several times later on from this practically near perfect to a deep orangey-red?
Little was jealous of the other ailments’ success I think, and the pangs and pains started coming from him, and are still with me tomorrow.
I thought today was bad… but having already lived tomorrow, they are not so bad!
I made another Heath Robinson affair and put it on Not the foggiest idea what I might have done wrong, but boy did the pain increase! Yes, it did!
seemed the ‘Ailment in Command’ at this stage. Even worse than the , this was a first!

arrived. Medications sorted, and the eye drops. I did ask the lad if he could put some of the Phorpain gel on , but somehow we both forgot about it. No blame attached, other than to me. I’m the one in pain, and I forgot to remind him. We’ll settle I think for blaming

Arrived, for financial & advising. Well, she was overwhelmed I think, all the problems I needed help with.
① Covid-jab appointment making.
② Flu-Jab appointment making.
③ She called the district nurse to get some advice for me on the bleeding. Told me they will report this to the nurses.
④ She tried to arrange a lift for the Audio Clinic appointment that she had made for me, but it doesn’t look too good – no free spots. The chap told Kara, that if any do come free, I’ll be first on the list to get a lift. He would ring back to let me know if that happens.
⑤ Kara did the eye drops and medicationing.
⑥ Checked on the Catheter bag for me.
When I went to find the Olive Oil applicator for the ears.  She even found time to come and pick me up after I took a Dizzy-Tumble. Bless her!
⑧ There was something else she did, but I can’t recall it now.

I thanked her again, and off she had to go, always sad!

I’d be Lost Without Her Weekly Call to Help me!

I went out onto the balcony for a look around, hoping maybe to find some trees or clouds that I might do some with.
But the clouds were very minimal and high and with my eyesight, they were not seeable enough really. But the close-up stuff was. Taking a shot of the end car park, I saw that the mudslide was receding at a good rate. No rain last night?
I opened the door and took a close-up of the car park area.
The mudslide had a sort of glow to it? After I on the raised ledge when getting back inside. I smiled, passed wind, and laughed it laughing it off, of course...

Potatoes on the boil. Then I searched for my new bottle of olive oil… Couldn’t find it, despite finding it hours later smack in the middle of the Carer’s table. Tsk!
Tea GlengettieMade the second permitted mug of tea.
Glengettie of course.
I used the Jersey Full Milk this time. Lovely! But naughty, Sister Jane says!
The Carer arrived, and UI left the mug of tea to go cold, forgetting all about it.
The mug was well stained when I discovered it. Testimony to the flavour of the brew!
The Community Nurse arrived, to look at the state of .
She took a photograph of the lesion where the fluid was seeping from. Then set about drying it and wrapping the leg from just below the knee, down and around the foot!
It felt better afterwards, but of course, I was being distracted by the presence of a young lady, manhandling me. Hahaha!
She told me I must keep the leg raised at all times when not moving about. I had to insist she chose a dinkie and or nibbles from the display.
She obliged me, bless her; after I’d told her if she didn’t pick one, I’d be sulking all day.
Which brought forth the first laugh of the day.
Hehehe!. She said someone would come out on Monday to change the bandages and check on things. Amazingly I remembered Carer Kara telling me she made the appointments for the Audio Clinic and Covid jabs for Monday & Wednesday, as she thought I might be tired after the trek to the clinic and it would give me a day to recover. Now that was kind! ♥ I mentioned this to the nurse, who said they would come on Tuesday instead.

Three hours or about, later, I checked on the leg when the Carer came.
He took this photo.
Looks like the fluid and a smidgeon of blood had started to flow.

Then it dawned on me – I would not be able to take a shower! It’ll have to be doing the washing stood at the sink. Which, will mean difficulties in getting access to certain areas that the shower spray usually takes care of. And on Tuesday, if they rebandage it again, an even longer period without a shower? Will I begin to reek? Haha! There is not a lot of escapage at the moment, so the chances are that they may leave it to get some air… or not. Mind you come think of it, it’ll be five days before they call… Ah, well!

The blogging will have to be cut short: if done at all. It seems essential that I get my leg up! There is no answer to that! Har-Har!
I’ll try to get a cartoon made, and an ode daily. If time or I’m up to it. Sorry folks. Evening photo of the oddly light night.

There are also three medical appointments to sort out and fit in next week? I’m not feeling too good about the coming week. EQ agrees with me.

Great meal, though.
The Flavour-Rating given was a deserved 8.5/10.
Would have been higher if I had not undercooked the potatoes. Tsk!

Fingers Crossed – I can’t cross the legs or fingers voluntarily anyway.
The worst of the ailments at present is the pain coming from the s Papules; a close second is the toe nail, which for some reason dosen’t like putting my legs up.

TTFNski

Inchy: Wed 20 Sept 2023-Being Got At Physically & Mentally

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Not a good day. Little Inchie is now bleeding from the usual Fungal Lesion, and sores it accrued from the chaffing of the Catheter tube for so many months. He is not pleased with, having been pulled to the right for 14 months by the set-up; and now being pulled to the left! Uncomfortable is the word. Also, the contraption being put on the left legs is confusing me. Hehe!  No idea why laughed then. It’s Thursday morning at 1025hrs, and I’ve only just got around to doing this blog!
Knowing now, how much worse things have gotten, my concentration, interest and previous love of, and willingness for blogging, have sank. This will have to be quick once I start. My hearing is as bad as ever; my vision, even with the new spectacles on, (I found them!), is not all that good. The computer and internet are giving constant worries…

Back-Pain-Brenda is giving me jip even if I think of bending,
Little Inchie joined Brenda, constantly hurting!
Frequent attacks from Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley,
Stubbed my ingrowing toenail… Wailing!
Another stinging from Little Inchie paining!..
But I’m not going to start complaining.
Cause this morning, Inchie’s agony is increasing!
Oh, the urine when pouch-releasing…
Looks like worms are in it, swimming,
There’s no guarantee, & I’m not pledging…
But I’m not going to start sulking,
At least the nurse didn’t mention amputating…
But I may consider running away or hibernating!.
Of course, I’m going wool-gathering,

My thoughts are jumbled & entangling…
Life is even less amusing, and invigorating.
Things physical & mental are inexplicably hurting!

I just hope my Doctors are reading!
Cause my inner thoughts need exhumating,
My sanity needs a rebirth facilitating,
And my wobbly-flabby body, recalibrating.

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Excellent colour… Shame about the bits in it. I assume they are bits of my Prostate that the Finasteride Tablets should have been destroying to make room for more content in the bladder. No one has told me whether to keep taking them or stop? Like with the Cataract operations, or rather after them? Same with the Blepharitis gel?

Do I need to keep on with the Finasteride, Dry Eye Spray or not? I’ve got another fortnight of the Maxitrol drops, I believe or not?

EyeDropsCarer Kara, bless her, phoned the Audio Centre for me, and booked an appointment with them for Monday 7th, October at Standard Hill Centre. I used to walk all the way there years ago, and then back to the flats in Sherwood. I can’t even get up Standard Hill nowadays!
This actually is the photo I took as I struggled up Standard Hill, over four years ago, to get to the clinic.
This time, Kara is going to book me a lift with Easy-Link. She’s so kind to me. If only I was 68 years younger… Hehehe!
As it looked then.

Where was I? Oh, yes, rushing; Another failed plan. Tsk! This is going to be a late-night job, cause I keep writing, talking, and thinking too much!

Earlyish morning photo of the view from the kitchenette window, not a good one. As usual lately. I recall what happened to me next… Whoopsiedangleploppery!  I had a Dizzy Dennis Spell as I was filling the kettle. It was nothing short of a miracle how I managed to stay on my feet. I did a mini pirouette and lunged at the corner of the draining board for stability. 
Back to the computer. Fancy that! So I did a wander around doing safety checks in the flat, taking the stick with me, naturally. I made a start with the hallway. The door was secure, and the heater and airer were turned off.
Then into the kitchen…
Whoopsiedangleploppery!
I’d left the hot water tap running yet again! Grr!. I do hate myself at times. Not all the time, just mostly when I’m awake! So, no hot water for a shave & shower again! .But it didn’t bother me.
Inchy May Have Been Fibbing Here!
At long last, I got back on to the internet.
Putting on the photos and.
blow me, one more Liberty-Global Cock-up!

So, I went to make a rare brew of tea again. Excellent parking once again in the bottom car park I thought.
Not that

I can’t really blame them, after seeing the rain warning come up on the TV & now working again for a little computer. Parking away from the mud Slide area is wise.
I made a brew of Glengettie tea and took it to the computer to slurp while blogging. If ever I get any done.
I’d just about got the photos checked and into the file. And guess what happened?

Yes, it’s most irritating, innit?

Carer Shaquille arrived. We had a natter, well, at least I did a lot of moaning about the catheter propers and ensuing pains, Liberty-Global, and hating myself for the Accifauxpas and Whoopsiedangleplops that without any doubt, Cognitive  Impairment Iris has had a hand in. Back-Pain-Brenda was giving some stick again, with the odd Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley session; I wouldn’t be surprised in the least if my right arm falls out of its socket! Hehehe!

Another let-down from the Liberty-Global Virgin Media oligarchical, money-seeking, number-crunching, dubious, slithery-sidestepping, money-jugglers, financial-escamotage, illusionists, dubious, hocus-pocus driven, mumbo-jumbo, grubstaking speculators, plutocrats, securities-brokers, stinking-rich, multi-core, fact-distorting, tycoonocratic, nabob-led Liberty-Global. Who own or have invested in dozens of European internet-mobile companies in the last few years.

They paid $24 billion in cash and stock, to buy out Virgin Media. The acquisition was noted by The New York Times as one of the 10 largest cable deals of all time. It was reported that this acquisition would make Liberty Global the largest broadband company in the world. But, they cannot get a signal that’s worth anything to Sherwood, in Nottingham.
Their CEO, Mike Fries, estimated Net Worth of Fries is at least $192 Million dollars, as of 1st May 2023. Mr. Fries owns over 216,802 units of Liberty- Global
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A Liberty Global Proxy Statement reveals that Fries earned a total of $63m (£50m/€59m) in the year to 31 December 2021 (FY21), boosted by $41.7m in option awards. He earned less in FY20 when he received a total compensation of only $48m.
And still can’t get a reliable connection or service to Sherwood in Nottingham!

And if you think this was being written out of pure frustration, jealousy, resentment, covetousness, enviousness, and or a colossal hatred… You’re Right!

Carer Denise, who shredded the extra-strong matures Leicester Cheese for me, got her strawberries in thanks later.

I felt a smidge guilty when I checked to see how many things I had achieved on Falls Team Sarah’s to-do list.

The Iceland Order Arrived.

The kind delivery driver carried the carrier bags through and dropped them on the kitchenette for me to sort through and get put away. Which I did, after getting Kodak Tim, to record my efforts and order.
The bananas were kindly put at the bottom of a bag, with jars, cans and some bottles of Soda Water on top of them. Two hard been burst open. Still, they sent some Paracetamols. My favourite soft Milk Roll bread – slightly misshaped as that was squashed for me as well. Some red potatoes, too. No fish-fish sticks, bread twists with cheese, not a lot. Low-calorie lemon bars to onto the thank you treats stand. Strawberry mousse, and some delightful biscuits.
Bananas less the leaking ones. Three Strawberry punnets; for Kara, Josie and Denise. No more food orders this week. But… no, no more!

I caught the rain in these the first of the evening shots, taken through the kitchen window.

The next two, to the right then left; I thought had strange huje to them.
But the beauty of Mother Nature still shone through to me.
To the wet room and WC.
Ah, that went better!
The teatime caller arrived, and we had a minute it two of socialisationing. I forgot MedPhorpainto ask him to put some Phorpaingel on my back… again!.
The rain had stopped for the sun setting. Lovely!

WHOOPISEDANGLEPLOP!

Positively a much better style of evacuation this time. But I did have a bother with Little Inchy; the inner and outer lesions were bleeding at the same time. I coated him with some of the Sudocrem. It’s no good for calming down the pain at all. But I can’t use Germolene on such a… well, delicate area, Haha!
Little Inchy is getting even more painful now that I’m getting tired.

The sun has disappeared now.
But leaving another beautiful

view as his last drops of light fade away.

I started the process of preparing the anticipated feast of the week.
The spuds were in the oven, and UI set about trying to get some blogging done. But no!

So I gave up, and the whole farcicalness was about to start again, but worse on Thursday!
I was up nearly all night catching up on this blog! Grumph!
Thanks to Denise, I could use the Leicester extra strong cheese. Got the baked potatoes, scraped out the flesh and mixed it as best I could in the basin, with sea salt, and no-butter butter. Garden peas, and no-meat sausages. A banana and a lemon dessert. Smashing!
Flavour Rating: 9.3/10. Lip Smackingly Good!
I found this photo of the missing Audio Clinic Record Book.
And spent hours having a good rummage around for it – but all to no avail.
I’m so tired, in pain, deaf, can’t see properly, and can’t even voluntarily pee! All part of my luck, getting old & senile….
Now, where did I leave the CBD?

Inchy: Tue 19 Sept 2023 Wee-weeing was Agony. Catheter back on! Tsk!

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Carer Marie was with me when the nurse arrived to check with the scanner on my bladder. The nurse read the wee-weeing facts log…
She was not impressed
So, although the pain of having the whole contraption and shebang replaced, was (as I expected) bloody painful… I knew that the worse agony of passing water, would not have to be suffered, at least for a while again. But was disappointed in the failure of the Finasteride and catheter to solve anything after over a year of Little Inchie going through a beating & bleeding, the valve leaks soaking the slippers, the burst pouches, and the miserable struggle to get my protection pants and trousers on without pain & problems would continue unabated. I forgot to ask if I should continue with the four-week course of Finasteride, which turned out, to date, to be a six-month one. I must find out.
Loads of bits came out when I first started peeing again. I assume they were bits of the prostate that the Finasteride had mashed?
I had about 20 hours of peeing, and each of the 188 attempts, was more painful than a few years ago when I was told I had Interstitial Cystitis. I thought that was bad, not this was more agonising!
It wore me out, that and the lack of sleep.
A permanent Catheter seemed like the next option. But, no!
The nurse said they’d probably try the whole shebang again!
Feeling sorry for missen here, Sorry!.
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Early morning view, 03:10hrs.

Sorted out the water bins and bags. A lot of stuff from the Catheter Contraption replacement.

Ablutions and Porcelain Throne activities.

During the course of the day, I had to change PPs eight times.
Little Inchie had taken a battering and leaking, (when the catheter was out), causing this most times. Also, problems getting them on, cost me two pairs as they tore on the picker-upperer; my balance was not good.
Still no word from anyone who can help me with ordering some Samaritan Olive Oil and slippers from Amazon. I can’t order them, cause the last three orders I have had from them were all left on the ground floor lobby. Fetching them up did me no good at all. I’d like to pay anyone who can order them to their home for me, and let me have them. Struggling here!

Carer Marie was with me when the District Nurse arrived for the bladder scanning. It showed a lot of urine still inside. So, after taking out the , I weed painfully to my heart’s content, and then the nurse did another scan. It showed even more content within!
That was that then – A new Catheter set-up was fitted into poor sore Little Inchie!
On the left leg this time. That’ll be fun at night, me going to the wrong leg to empty things. Hahaha!

I did a bit of tidying up, in the front room, but not much!
Went into the kitchen to do some… but no.
Carer Kara arrived and kicked off, and it was like pressing a switch; I was suddenly drained and feeling so wearily tired.
I decided to get an early meal, and just sit down, in hopes of getting some crucially needed sleep.
Potatoes, peas, onions, beetroot & no-fish-fish sticks.
I think I enjoyed it. Possibly an 8/10 rating.

Sweet Morpheus soon arrived, within a minute of my putting the tray on the carers table… Zzz! Great!

Two hours later, I was woken up by arriving. Not that I can recall much about the visit; I was still half-asleep. I do remember his taking the tray into the kitchen for me, bless him. Evening medications, eye drops I can’t recall, but they would have been done by Benjamin. Within seconds of his departure, I’d drifted off into slumber again!

A couple of more hours, and came for his last visit of the day. I was awake this time. And feeling a little perkier and more aware. I took his BP, fine again.

I asked Ben to run some Phorpain gel into my back for me.

Here are the updated Carer BP checks list;

Cleared the things left by the nurse, and bagged them up.

Got back on the computer, then went to get some more Soda Water to drink. Taking these night shots.
To the right…
Ahead…
To the left, a bit darker there.
The down at the end car park.
The mudslide was drying out quickly.

Got started work on this blog for a few hours. It was constantly mistake-ridden work. For some reason, I still felt so tired and was stinging awful

Do you know, I’ve only had one mug of tea for over a week now? I can’t understand why?

Ah, well, I’ll try to get my head down again then…

TTFN

Inchy: Mon 18 Sept 2023 Struggling to painfully wee!

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The many much-anticipated medicalists did not arrive!
And just as well too! Just the District Nurse, Rebecca.
She soon whipped out catheter paraphernalia. Gave me the instructions and what would happen… it didn’t as it happens.
She was to return later, in the afternoon, she said, with the scanner to see if the bladder was emptying or not. Asked me to record each wee-wee, how much liquid I took in, and measure the urine released. As an afterthought, she said it might be tomorrow when they come. I assume it will be, as it is now 18:25hrs at this moment.
I expect they will want me to keep on overnight recording and measuring each & every leak I take?

This is the log up until now, its just been updated. Hope I wake up when a trickle starts to painfully come?
Tomorrow looks like it is going to be even busier. Today would have been easier, but having to keep peeing, measuring and recording, especially with my wee-weeing in a little painful, and everyone, squirts. About 6 times an hour on average. Been a long day, and will be a long night. Wonder if the nurse will arrive early tomorrow? Hope so. I’ve not got much else done, today; my plans were destroyed.

Nocturnal Pouch.

Close to the window shot of the rain.
Upper window shot.

Ablutions & Throne visited.
Washed the cap.
Feet okay.
Spuds to nibble from last night.
Rain back middayish.
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Nurse Rebecca arrived.

The rain returned.
Stayed for a few hours…
Nice views even if I did get wet taking them.
Almost constant wee-weeing, well, painful dribbles.Pareidoliaing view.
See him now? Hehe!
Mystery Photo of the day?
Mud Side that slid.

19:00hrs. Tired and peeing so often, but so little.

Packing up now; make some roast spuds and keep the notepad & pen, along with the measuring jug to record any Little Inchie leaks.

A simple nosh. After taking this photo, I remembered to get some of Jenny’s yellow & red tomatoes added.
Very nice.

Painfully peeing, a little at a time!

Cheers!

Inchy: Tuesday 12th Sept 2023 Insomnolence

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From yesterday. When waiting for the internet to come back on, I turned in the TV, and this procedure was on…
A gigantic lymph thingy was growing on a chap’s back.
Bit by bit, they kept on tugging out the growths.
Then stitched up the hole.
The evacuated pile!
The man expressed his relief at getting rid of it. Now he can swim again on holiday! Good for him!
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My Legs transformed into close to, or as normal as they have been for ages. The ulcer is itching like mad on the right ankle, but no real pain. Apart from when I scratch at it. Haha!

I took this first outside shot, through the kitchenette window, in ‘Through Glass’ mode using the camera. To get the raindrops on the glass. The flash activated, and some reflection must have been caught. Of what, I know not.

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Went onto the balcony, to see if the mudslide had begun with it raining. This was a decent shot. But, when I took a wide shot…
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I seemed to take two at the same time, which is not possible, surely? Still, it looked sort of artistic.

This shot, (they were taken through the windows), caught how it looked to the eye.

Waste bags were assembled.
Taken to the Hallway door.

Sainsbury’s order arrived.
The driver put the stuff in carriers for me.
I thanked him, and unpacked the things.
Great! Got some Anusol for , and Savlon for the ankles and chaffs. Even got some olive oil for the ears at last! Bikkies & Marmite cashew nuts (These’ll test the teeth!). A Milk Roll loaf too.
Other goodies: Lemon mousse, dried roasted onions, and liquid sea salt. Oven cook chips, and canned veg soup.
I set about getting the meal prepared! By gum, it was a good one. Taste Rating: 8.2/10. The teeth hurt after eating up. Tsk!

Nurse Nicole rang while was here. She asked if I’d like them to arrange for a ‘Social Prescription’ for me. (Said Kara who was on the phone for me). She said it was for Social Contacting and would be arranged for someone to ring me. Confused!  I replied yes please, and Kara passed on the message.

Spent hours on blogging, but the lack of sleep… well, I’d not had any last night at all, forced me to stop, and just sit myself down again in the recliner, in anticipation of a good kip!

An hour later…
Carer Benjamin arrived. Evening medications, eye drops administered, Peptac, and he checked the taps and oven for me, before checking .
I soon nodded off again. But not for long; I sprang awake and could hear a clattering noise from the flat above. I believe that she/he may have dropped something. I pondered on getting dressed and calling at the flat to see if they were alright… But I heard other noises; one was plainly a walking stick falling and came from another area of the ceiling. I assume things were okay up there. They or he or she, is always making loud noises, late at night sometimes. But, with my tumbles and droppages bothering those in the flat below me, I take in my stride now.
Getting back to sleep was not an option, as I tried to, and unfortunately started on at me.
I was relieved, when blared from the door chime, and in came . Painkillers, eye drops and the night pouch attached, and off home he went. Haha!

I tried once again to get some sleep catch-up. It was not a successful effort. Constantly almost bursting awake so often, I gave up at 03:30hrs and started another day. Of which, I anticipate will be another one of frustration-ridden mishaps, and, as warned by my EQ: Whoopsiedangleplops, Accifauxpas, hurdles, harassments, hassles, hopelessness, hindrances, hitches, handicaps, headaches, and negative aspects to cope with.

It’s being so cheerful that keeps me going, you know!

TTFN

Inchy: Sunday 10th September 2023 – The Bell Tolls For The Tories!

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Got bedded down last night, well, this morning at around 03:20hrs, and low & behold, was waiting, ready to start again. But I did get off eventually and had nearly three hours of bliss. I would have stayed in the £300 second-hand shop purchased, c1966, welt-causing, uncomfortable, not-working, itch-inspirational, crumb-containing recliner for longer; Unfortunately, Dementia Doreen’s compatriot, , convinced me on waking, that it was Monday! So I thought I had a delivery coming between 7 & 8, and it was already 07:15hrs; a semi-panic-mode was engaged and I got up in a bit of a rush; Dizzy Dennis visited, lost balance, and I sat down again, with a foggy head.

Then I realised it was Sunday…

The Night Pouch
At first glance, I thought I’d been mysteriously passing spaghetti through Little Inchie and . Hehehe! Too dark a colour.

The legs look a little rough again.
No pains with them, yet.

Got some spuds in the crock pot.
Then felt the need for the .
porc tttWell, was done after three days. But of course meant a mess to clean up.

Waste Bags Sorted.

Carer Rahmat arrived. Did the issuing of the medications, eye drops, painkillers & Peptac were given. A little natter, which I appreciated. Took her BP and temperature. Very good, see above.

I felt so different again this morning. Plain weary, but the balance was much better. I got on with the mammoth job of catching up on yesterday’s blogging. Things started annoyingly…
Amazingly, I changed the Wi-Fi option and it came back! Very slow work this time. I feared I might even fall asleep in the computer chair. I must try to get some decent sleep in.

I was amazed again, at how the time flew by – it was the midday call already. The blog was making progress, slowly. Rahmat at last accepted a drink I offered a choice of. Bless her!

Got the blog posted at long last. And made a start on the Ode for today’s Inchy Today. I think it took me over three hours, and then later I found spelling mistakes in it. , I think my concentration was getting far worse the more tired I got.  Still, could be worse… couldn’t it?

Still struggling with the editing, and I forgot all about taking any photos until early evening. I’d been nibbling; in fact, I ate all of the remaining Le Petit bikkies!
A banana, a choc ice, an orange ice lolly, and as of now 19:10hrs, I’ve not made or wanted a mug of Glengettie?
Tea GlengettieThis is singularly worrying. It’s never happened before? Could it be the mysteries of Woodthorpe Court, with the ghosts, wraiths, spectres, cacodaemons, apparitions, and other grotesqueries that haunt the hallways and lobbies, searching for Inchie to curse with bad luck, create ambiguities, abstrucities, perplexities, misfortunes and botherations, to scare, worry and confuse me! 
Very peculiar situation. Not only not drinking tea, but failing to take photos of the clouds for my pareidoliaing!

I took a snap of the afternoon sky and grabbed another orange lolly from the freezer. Hahaha!
Bootiful!

Continued with the blog for several slow-moving hours, and went to take photographs of the later evening. I was struggling then and were making it difficult for me to control the camera and use the selection buttons, but I had to give up.
Carer Benjamin arrived. I hadn’t heard him, cause even if I had hearing aids in, I couldn’t hear the dooorchime when in the kitchen or wetroom. He was right behind me and made me jump a smidge. Which brought a much-needed smile. He’d been standing there a while and noticed how I was struggling with the Kodak. He whipped out his mobile phone and took these photos for me, bless his cotton socks.

Then a closer shot of the houses.

That was kind of Benjamin.
So I took a snap of the lad.
Offered a cold drinkie in thanks, and he got the medications sorted. Then the eye drops were put in. He’s a clever lad, and noticed the shaking in my… well, all over really. Hehehe!
He’ll be back, just like Arnie, later for the Catheter night bag fitting. After Benjamin departed, I got on with updating this blog, to here. But mental fatigue, mistake-making and lack of sleep made me stop. I hope I’ll be back later too.

Took this shot of the attractive early-night clouds.

Did some more blogging catch-up, and then Carer Benjamin returned for his last visit. During which, he took this shot with the Kodak, of the scratches & bruises on the left leg 0 which must have been acquired, Thursday, on the last of the falls, I’d not noticed, but sharp-eyed Benjamin did.
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He also noticed that the leg was swelling up, compared to the state of the right one. One battered body, one distorted brain,
hearing problems, seeing problems, money running out at a fast rate, , problems; bleeding at the point of entry of the catheter tube. is visiting much more often lately, and the previously nocturnal only , is now apparently on a new 24/7 roster. My are scarily getting more frequent… the mind seems to just lose blocks of time altogether, and forever. None have ever come back to me, and those hours or minutes remain a mystery? Maybe this is making things worse?
Just thought I’d mention them. To help whippersnappers who just may read this, to know what they can expect. So, keep on with the cannabis; it helps. (Guilt developing!)

I bedded down in the second-hand, £300, c1968, overwhelmingly sickening beige coloured, tatty, uncomfortable, wobbly, germ-producing, falling to pieces, food residue collecting recliner. But refused to let me sleep, even gave me a few sharp awakenings. I got up a few times, and wobblingly carried and to the kitchen to take some photos of the night skies
Sunset, taken earlier.
Blissful!
Later it looked like I had a monster on the horison.
A long time later, the monster was still there?

Back to try to sleep again, and I realised how little had been passed urine-wise, into the night pouch.

Took a photo with the flash on…
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A perfect colour though. Bet it will have darkened by morning.

Not sure when I managed to get to sleep. But recall that had me wakened twice, all the other jerking-awakes were due to .

May Your Fortunes and Festivities Ferment with Good Food too!

Inchy: Friday 8th Sept 2023 – With Moments of Mental Yobbery!

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A had me over in the kitchen, and onto the floor, within about ten minutes of waking up.  But, he was assisted by giving way at the same time. Clouted my cheek on the corner of the counter on the way down with a sort of crunch-thud. Haha!
Minutes later, when I was shaving, made me turn to get , and I completely misjudged it. I spun around, giving the door frame a half-decent shoulder charge. I turned quickly when  I thought I may have left the tap (faucet) running, which did the trick. I must have splashed some of the soapy water on the floor, and soon found it! Luckily I fell against the shower chair, which saved me struggling to get back up again, at least. A good start!

The night pouch was even darker this morning, (which I don’t think is good for my chances of ever getting the bothersome and sometimes painful, always frustrating, and/or irritatingly, often needing to be emptied, which meant a trip to the wet room then kitchen to clean up) removed permanently.
Whipped back the balcony window curtain, using the long picker-upperer, To see the view of the morning mist, surrounding the flat’s complex.
I went onto the balcony, to try and take a photo of the front car park through the glass.
It didn’t come out well, as you can see from this fudgy picture that I took. Not so good?
I got some potatoes in the crockpot straight away. I did this because there’s always a chance that my ever-present, will allow me to forget later.
I spent some time sorting the waste bins out. Got them placed at the front door, so the Carer can see them and take them to the waste chute for me; bless them.

Onto the computer, I’m so far behind with the blogging, and I got settled to have a good bash and try to catch up. Hehehe! I should have known better, of course. A Porc failedDemand for the , so off to the wetroom, which produced no evacuations, just effort, pain and failure to perform. Haha! A little bleeding. So, I cleaned up and shaved, applied
Germoloid ointment. Which was a blessed relief! Shaved & washed. The Carer arrived. Medications & eye drops issued. I took my and his BP. Benjamin’s was great! Mine was not so good. As was expected.
I did Carer Chris’s later on.
Here are the written figures before they went onto the NHS sight for analysis. One came out as Normal, the other as Ideal. Two Fit Carers I have!

The shortage of Olive Oil for my ears was wrangling at me, still. So I had another search for medical olive oil and found that Ocado, do some.
So, made an order for groceries to be delivered on Monday, hoping the Ocado have some in stock to send. 

I spent hours and hours catching up on blogging and artwork on CorelDraw for future blogs. Despite this, I am still far behind schedule.

Suddenly the last Carer call was done, and I hadn’t used the , Nor had I had anything to eat… no, that’s a fib. I’ve had a banana and several of the gorgeous Le Petit Beurre biscuits. Irresistible, in fact, I’m sorry I found them now. They should be banned! Haha!

A late meal was hastily prepared. The potatoes I’d put in the crock-pot, about 14 hours earlier, were drained and on the plate. I added the last of the just out-of-date smoked ham, after sniffing each piece. some were removed. The yellow & red tomatoes, these were four days out of date, but tasted lovely. Some bits of no-butter butter were placed on top of the potatoes. Some tangy sauce on the plate, to dip the bread with ham squashed in them… nice! The tasteless Asda raspberry ready-made jelly was well-edible to me.
Then… as I was picking up the tray of fodder… again, I got a hit. And the plate and food had to be scraped up from the tray and floor! I was in semi-agony by the time I cleaned things up and dolloped the once attractive-looking food back on the plate. But I ate it all, well, not the bits with dust from the floor on them.
Flavour Rating: 4.8/10!

Then, I got weariness and tiredness come very late for me. Got the pots washed, and I honestly almost fell asleep at the sink doing them! Flavour Rating: 8.8/10!

As I was checking that the taps (faucets), and hobs were not left on, and made my way out of the door, I remembered I’d not checked the fridge and freezer doors. Went back to do so.
They were okay, and the view outside I thought was amazing for the early hours of the day. Taking this photo of the houses, I noticed how surprisingly light the sky looked for this time of day?

I almost dropped into 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, in search of .
But with almost immediate effect, began his tirade of fear, guilt and shame-producing verbals.

The Git!
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Ah, well…

TTFN!

Saturday 2nd September 2023 – Coping Nequiently

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Sundown
Close-up of the Sun

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The second meal of the day – A rarity?

So many ailments attacking today. The most annoying and bothersome one was without a doubt; . For constant sheer pain, and causing me balance loss. The above-average ones were , and . With support from & a particularly persistent kept failing.
An awful lot of jobs that I could not handle were being left undone. How I’ll ever catch up is beyond me.
The Domestic did not turn up for her hour of cleaning; she’s catching up with her due holidays she told me two weeks ago, so no blame there. The flat is getting untidy now, and beginning to look uncared for. A messy carer’s desk with bits of tablet packaging residue on the carpet. But it’s too dodgy for me to start bending and cleaning in the state I’m in. Sarah the City-Care OT, sent me an email, telling me not to bend down, amongst other advice:

Mission impossible for some of the suggestions. How can the carers find time or staff to help me clear the room? They can’t supply the domestic now. They’ve had to cut down the hour, to half an hour, of financial assistance. It is the holiday period now; the poor devils are struggling. Staff are taking their breaks when they can, before the time runs out, can’t be helped mind you. I know how difficult it is, being in the same position when I was Security Controller at Sawley Security, a nightmare! Mission Impossible for them as well, re this guidance.  Everything is getting behind schedule, and my already dilapidated memory is suffering; I’m trying to catch up, and things get further behind. Now, the eyes & hearing have joined forces & stopped me from doing things. Hey-Ho!
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I’d spent nine hours updating this blog. Too many brown-outs from you know who…
This time, I lost all the stuff I’d done today!.
So I’ve lost heart here are some bits, mostly photos!

Morning moon.
Closer.

McCains…

Ha!

Sunset
Close-up, not so good

Tootsies.

Nosh. 6/10.

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INCHY: Wednesday 30th August 2023

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THANK YOU
I’d spent the best part of the night working away trying to catch up with yesterday’s WordPress blog. Eventually, I got it finished this morning around 07:30hrs. Then made last night’s meal, Hehe!
I may have nodded off while eating it a few times. I later found some potato cubes in the dressing gown pocket, in my belly folds, and on the £300 second-hand shop purchased, c1966, welt-causing, uncomfortable, not-working, itch-inspirational, crumb-containing recliner cushion. I put the tray on the Carers table; I recall getting one of them ; the next thing, I was waking, having a renewal of consciousness, rejuvenescence, from my preciously short kip of about an hour – in the usual fashion.  shuddering, flapping, threshing about and blurry-eyed.


Kitchen morning view on rising.
Newly spotted legs.
Mullti-coloured feet and toes?
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Swelling up again.



First of the two brews allowed… Nice!

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Went to turn the computer on, and found that I’d not turned it off!
However, for the first time in months, the internet was working frost time! But not for long, about eight minutes…
Got the Tuesday blog finalised and sent off.

Carer Shaquille arrived. He changed the day pouch for me. Medications were given, and a brief natter was enjoyed.

Started this blog off. But…

Window shot to the left.
Then to the right.

Kara Kara Called; she was doing the two calls, financial and normal medicationings together today. She said she’d ring Virgin about a new package and getting the box sorted out. We were on the phone for an aeon… sorting out the package, and waiting for the technician to come on the line. Even I heard some of the canned music being played with the phone on hands-free. While waiting what seemed an hour, but couldn’t have been, I realised that Kara had phoned on the Virgin number, not the free 150 from Virgin lines… this call is going to cost me a fortune! Argh!
Eventually, they agreed a deal. I was not fully compus-mentis of what was happening, but have faith in Kara. All sorted for me! Kara wrote it down for me. New package; £42.79, for six months, then it’s going up to £56.59. As Kara needed to go, she found a letter on the floor, and I asked her to open it, which she did. I got confirmation from Age UK that my insurance had been paid. Thanked her and off she shot. Hehe! ♥ Lost without her help.

This may have helped the incompetent, figure-rustling and manipulative Smoke & Mirrors ladies & gentlemen at , who are buying up or into so many internet companies and keeping this quiet, to be actually working! I wonder what their cunning plan is with all the invested-in and bought-out internet companies they have got in with? Liberty acquired German company Unity-Media in November 2009 for $5.2 billion. 2010 Liberty sold its stake in Jupiter Telecommunications, a Japanese telecommunications services provider. In January 2013, Liberty Global raised its stake in Belgium-based Telenet from 50.2% to 58%. Liberty Global operates through the following subsidiaries and shareholdings: All3Media (50% ownership with Warner Bros. Discovery), ITV plc (United Kingdom) (9.9% shareholding) Platforma Canal+ (Poland) (17% ownership), Sunrise UPC (Switzerland) (100% ownership), Telenet (Belgium) (58% ownership). UPC Broadband, UPC Slovakia, Virgin Media Ireland Limited, Virgin Media Television, Virgin Mobile. Virgin Media O2 (70% ownership), O2 UK, GiffGaff 65% ownership, Tesco Mobile (50% ownership). Virgin Media Limited (UK), Virgin Media Business Limited, Virgin Mobile (UK), Vodafone (8.9% owned), VodafoneZiggo (50% ownership), Vodafone Netherlands, Ziggo, Ziggo Sport, Ziggo Sport Totaal, and Telefónica. Mike Fries is the Chief Executive Officer and Vice Chairperson of Liberty Global. He took home $62m in FY2, plus a guaranteed percentage of shares. Just how can the lad be expected to run an internet service that works, on such a paltry wage? Surely, his number-crunching, figure-shuffling, securities broker-expert is worth more? I feel so sorry for him.

Jealousy may be involved here! Hahaha!
I like him, & his good looking, Mafiosa face.
Went off on a tangent there, didn’t I? Sorry!

No Domestic lady called again, (holiday catch-up for the gal) and I was not up to cleaning with all the worry over the cataract and glaucoma procedure, and getting things ready for it.

Aha, I felt a movement from within there. Time to visit the for another go… Cor!

Got on with computing. I was getting hungry after she’d gone. Got the Tuesday blog finished & sent sent off to WordPress. Did some work on this blog, then got some nosh going.
Bit of a bigger nosh tonight. Sliced potatoes roasted, garden peas, a soy burger, fancy strawberry-filled pastry (Not that there was much filling in it, mostly pastry, disappointed in this one), and a banana to finish off with. Taste Rating: 6.8/10.

Carer Benjamin arrived after I’d eaten the feast and just fell asleep. He was on his last call and looked a little weary.
No tablets or medicine were needed. He attached the night pouch to the . Insisted he took a can of his choice on his way out with him.

Nodded off again, and the landline flashed!
It was the doctor’s surgery with the new Warfarin doses after the blood test. The INR level had gone up a little. I changed the doses on the Carers book to the new doses.
Zzz!

Inchy: Tuesday 29th August 2023 – Common Sense Embargo Day

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What a fantastic day it was today it was! Marvellous, gay, abandoned, happy, rewarding, stimulating...
Fair enough, it’s just that I’m getting fed up to the one-and-a-half back teeth I’ve got left; with my own wailing & moaning about life’s naturally unlucky, perversive, frustrating pattern of late! In fact, it was a lot easier than yesterday’s doom, gloom and despondency & pessimism. But, not by a lot!
I did the usual going off track when doing the blogging and found myself working on the rhyming words list again. So, it is now nearly 22:00hrs and I’m only just starting on this blog. Tired out, weary and fighting falling asleep. I’ve not yet had a meal, or shave, and I’ve been up since 02:55hrs! has had far greater success in getting me confused and misled. But one thing was like yesterday: instead of giving myself bad language and feeling sorry for myself, I’ve just said ‘Sod-it’ a few times, and was totally unaware of the things I’d not done, and started different things done, which confused me more than ever!
I think I need help. Hehehe!
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Woke, I looked at the clock and tried to get back to sleep, but without any luck, but I did try.

So about 02:55hrs, I got the night pouch removed from , then hauled my elephantine body from 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. Temporarily, I had a desire to get so much done… it didn’t last long.

I went to check that no taps (faucets) or the stove had been left on, and I got the kettle on for a mug of Glengettie.

Got the waste bags sorted out.

To the wet room for a wash and get the medicationalisationings tackled. Shortages of medications: Germoloid, Germolene, Olive Oil and Nasal Spray! Tsk!

I’m not sure if I have some new leg water papules coming up or not. New spots of some sort? The feet seemed to have differing colours; they started like this last time the feet legs and especially the ankles blew up? I’ll check later.
The white area on the toes seems to be getting bigger? My email, American Petal-Angel Lisa, suggested this may be Reynauds? I must look this ailment up. ♥

Got the computer on with a view to getting a good early start on yesterday’s blog finishing. But, no! With an hour of getting not much done was on…

The Asda order arrived while I was in another wait for the
to start again.
A big order today… Fridge products sorted…
Then, the frozen ones…
Too much bread in stock! Tsk!
Fridge cram-packed…
Bladder Belinda liquids built up…
My new favourites, are LU soft lemon-flavoured cakes. Very nice indeed. During the day I ate two of these, four shortcake biscuits and two bananas. No meal yet but I may stay awake long enough to make something. Or not!
Very nice, too!

Three hours after getting back on the computer.
Brown-outs had grown to ten.
But seemed to be getting far less now?.

Then, my wandering off onto the word listing for the odes began! I spent hours on it, just not realising.
Carer Kara called twice, and Carer Benjamin also.

As I was eating the second banana and taking this photo…
I felt the warm liquid in the lower region inside the Protection Pants! I knew immediately that this was a bad one.
Off to the wet room, it was I’m afraid due to . And no Daktacort Cream left! Stopping the flow of blood took me ages. Messed up my legs, dirtied the floor, and annoyed me so much. Once the flow stopped and I’d spent aeons medicating, it cost me another hour just to get the floor and myself clean again. The haemoglobin seemed very thick this time?
I returned to the computer, cursing, almost spitting, and feeling rather pissed off again. Especially when my pathetic ground to a halt again.
But it was the last failure. Bless them!

Carer Benjamin arrived for the late call. I was in a surprisingly perky mood for some reason. I took his blood pressure and temperature. All came out in NHS normal band: 123/68, Pulse 68 & Temperature 36.8 all good.

I went to the kitchen to put the oven on for hopefully some chips to bake. And took these two shots of the evening sky.
Bootiful!

00:25hrs: I did some more on this blog. Then got the nosh sorted and were cooking.

Have a Great Day, Each!