Carer Ejaz

Inchy: Sun/Mon 10-11th May 2026

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A mixed Sunday. Starting with my inability to move when I woke up. No medical or mental problems as such. I just felt so tired out and drained. I think I’ve worked out what the problem was, but I can’t be certain. But then, whenever could I be? Not for years.
I was dreaming that I was in the porta-cabin where we used to hold the weekly social get-together for the residents. I really did think I was there, and could see and talk to the folks enjoying the meeting that Jenny used to organise. I reckon this caused my reluctance to get up… I must have been trying to nod off again to get back to the enjoyment and fun I was having again. See Gaynor, Cynth, Jenny, Joe, and the others again.
I know it sounds strange, but I was asleep and was knowingly trying to reach for the dream to reappear. 
I part-slept for longer than I have since having my 1996 Covid jab, when I slept for 22 hours.
I was eventually forced to get up by a disgusted-looking Carer Dilan. Not amused at all.

, after the Carer departed – I farted, and near as it is possible for me, I darted, well, hobbled swiftly to the wet room and Porcelain Throne… I’m sure my regular readers will know what happened next… but I’ll tell you, I didn’t make it in time! Then into clearing and cleaning-up mode. 

Next: After a long battle with the computer, and not knowing what I was doing, I
rather miraculously got it to boot into action.
Then spent hours and hours doing the one-off blog of Mr Starmer’s reaction to the disastrous local election result for Labour. I enjoyed doing that, but did not get it done until very late. And I was so tired again. Possibly, I thought I might get back to the Wednesday Social in the porta-cabin, if I got my head down?
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Snaps of the day
Bootifull!
Amazing skies
Accidental photo, Hehe!

Attempted wide shots, erm, failed.
Plates of meat status
A better effort
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Sorry, no Ode today. Just
A TALE OF WOE… Maybe later?
After removing the night bag, with only 500ml in it, and taking some photos, sorting the wast bins, having a wash, shave and shit,  doing my teggies, and getting the dressing gown on… the 
Catheter Flowback started again. And this time it was worse than the last two occasions.
Carer Rachid arrived and saw the pain and heard the bad language each time the stabbing, stinging pains hit me. I’ll call the nurses later to see if they can attend, too early in the day yet.

Rashid called again. I was in a lot of pain from the return of the Catheter flowback pains. He said he’ll phone for an ambulance. I explained that I’d called the District Nurses, who will be calling on me, so no need. Adding, if I go by ambulance, I’ll have another nine-hour wait in a corridor to be seen, and I didn’t fancy that again. He picked up the phone to dial 999. I said, “Do not use the landline; if you use your phone, any problems, they will phone you back, and then you’ll keep in touch with what is happening. He carried on using the landline. I made sure what to do when I took the phone, in case of it was not needed. The lady asked me to ring 999 to cancel. Which Rasid later did… on the landline. When he made his next call, the Nurse arrived. She got me on the bed, and he came leaning over me to see things. I asked for a bit of privacy. The procedure took a long time, and the Nurse handled it well. She got the tube out and showed me the black on the inner end of it, with a lot of gunk in it, like last time. Saying this can happen when we get older. So it might not be an infection. She asked Rachid to do a proper job of cleaning the testicle area. She is ordering some foam spray to clean the skin before applying the Barrier Cream. “You’ve made a right mess here.” That didn’t go down well! Inserting the new tube was almost painless; she first used a lot of the pain gel.
The Nurse took a urine sample to test for infection—the new pouch filled in seconds. The Urine was almost red. The only thing was, after she had gone. I found that the new pouch had a butterfly release valve. I’d stopped using them when I kept catching the clip and opening it. Peeing on my legs, slippers and on the carpet. Fingers crossed. Haha!

Photographs of the day
This one was taken when I woke during the night.
Why did I take these?
Anyone’s guess, Tsk!
Ah, the not-working Catheter.
The Catheter started working again seconds after, thanks to the nurses’ skills.
The Sun kept disappearing.
All-Starmer on the News.
The first flow after the initial torrent.
A bit bloody, as was anticipated.
A high shot here.
Seems the Sun was losing
the battle again. Lower down,
it was getting through.
But, another mystery here; 
Why did the shot of it
not get on to the SD card?
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Despite being overjoyed at getting the Catheter agony removed, I am now feeling very queasy, and not at all like wanting to eat anything. Another Mystery of Woodthorpe Court, with the hobgoblins, spectres, gnomai, phantasms, ghosts, the grotesque succubae, extraterrestrials, ectoplasms, spirits, or the Fata Morganas, that have been sent to taunt, irritate and terminate my already limited saneness of mind: which is now losing its few marbles it has left.
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The last late snaps…
Late sundown.
Late sundown, closer
Help was needed from the Carer to
get this one ready.
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All the regular pains returned later on.
The Ingrowing-Toenail-Titus, Back-Pain-Brenda, Lymphorea-Leslie, Colin-Cramps, Shaking-Shoulder-Shirley, Kidney-Pains-Kitty, Fractured-Knee-Frank, Duodenal Donald, and even Anne Gyna threw in her pennorth of pain. But, with the memory of today’s chronic Catheter Flowback Pains, I almost welcomed the return of my regular ailment, which had been overshadowed by the more vicious, cruel Bladder-Blockage-Beryl agony that no medication could counter. Thank heavens the Nurse came. 🤎
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Inchie Today: Thursday 7th May 2026

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Woke at 0635hrs. Took off the night Catheter bag, noting my aches and pains were minimal.
Then the summoning from the innards to get to the wet room and Porcelain Throne with all the alacrity I could muster arrived. So I did!
The first sitting proved to be a total failure; apart from escaping wind with each effort to start the evacuation, nothing else moved. Being as I was in the wetroom, I had a stand-up wash, did the teggies and had a shave. Just the one knick. And was much less painful.

I was certain that Constipation Conrad had me in his grip. I had the same thing three times over the next half-hour. I was telling the Carer about it and decided to take a Senna tablet to help move things along. Another ache in the stomach developed; I was sure it was Constipation Conrad, solidifying my waste in my rectal ampulla. I made my tea & breakfast. Feeling smug at taking the Senna, I bade the Carer farewell.
Minutes later, I felt the same rear-end and stomach feelings that I had before. Knowing full well that Senna tablets could not be affecting things so soon, I ambled to the wet room. Very luckily, I took off my dressing gown first.
But fear not, no floor, wall or furniture splashed!
It was me and the porcelain that coped with the liquid splash-backs. I made a mess on the floor, but that was only from bits of the one-and-a-half toilet rolls I used to clean myself up. I asked the Carer to Hoover the bits from the mats up for me. Found much later on my next trip to the Throne, they were still there. Maybe he didn’t understand my request or thought it wasn’t his job. Not earth-shattering. I managed to do it safely.

The computer had to be restarted twice more today. Restarting it took three tries each time.
Fed-upperness dawned.

I think the flowering shrubs around the flats are so beautiful. The Nurse who came later thought they might be called Spirea? I certainly have no idea. Being born into brickwork, a massive London Line railway viaduct, not a garden in sight. Outside loos and coalhouses. A tin bath hanging on the soot-covered brick viaduct wall didn’t help my education or understanding of plants. But I love these.

Two medics, one a nurse, came in the afternoon to give me my Covid shot. Nice couple.

The clouds looked even prettier to me today.
Now, we did have clouds in my young days in the bricks, railway viaducts and high-rise station. The cobblestoned streets were for the horses’ safety on the ice.
But our views of the sky from Brookfield Place, a terrace of six British Railway 2-up-two down houses, were limited. The height of the viaduct, much higher than the houses, limited the view.
I keep getting flashbacks. I can’t say I was happy back then… but I just accepted that that was how things were. Like scrounging food or 2/- from a neighbour for Mam. Having no TV. I was amazed when I saw that the next-door neighbours had not only a TV but also a gramophone, a telephone, a refrigerator, and a hot-water geyser.
Although I’m certainly not happy with life today.

Catching this snap brought to mind One Man & His Dog, although I had to look up where I’d heard of it before. Oh, yes… It was a BBC programme series about a Shepherd and his dog and Sheepdog trial. 1977, I think. 
There goes another flashback!

A fellow blogger told me that Pluto TV were showing the original Mission Impossible series on TV. I looked at the channels available on Virgin, getting all excited about watching them again. But Pluto was not on the list. I almost cried! Hahaha!

I managed a couple of teatime shots of the sky, clouds, and sun. I’ve never known the sun to be hidden so quickly by the clouds. The darkness lightened a little later?
Flashback due…
Reverend Salmon, 1956ish. Telling our Boys’ Brigade Company that when the Lord returns, the world will go dark, yet the sun will shine. Now, did I dream this? Where did it come from? How the Hell could I remember it if it did happen? How come I’ve never thought about it before?
And another thing: I forgot to publish the blog today. I emailed a request for the Doctor and sent it to the District Nurses! I lost my reading glasses, can opener, TV remote and forgot about the Doctor’s appointment. That is, of course, up to now, plenty of time for me to make more .

Then I found I’d made another cock-up. I came across the meal snap from last night and feel I didn’t put it on the blog for yesterday… or did I? I’ll check later.

Waiting for the same last Carer to arrive. Hard work. 
Makes me nervous, actually. And the company have made this Carer my regular one.
My bad, someone else’s good.

The meal, prepared before his arrival, was potato and vegetable soup with extra spuds, seasoned with a drop of teriyaki sauce. Two bread rolls for dipping.

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Inchie Today: Wed 29th April 2026

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Another sleepless night. Fretting over the computer not starting, as I explained yesterday, I think.
Today was another day full of angst.
Any new or altered technology is above my head. As if I’m in a deep mine, and facts & figures, understanding, solutions, and graspabilities are floating out of reach in the outer hemisphere. Today was like this, logic, unstandableness, out of reach, unattainable…
With the Carers’ help, snaps were taken. launching hassles, wobbles, shakes & dizzies… at will.
His most successful attempt to be the most bothersome ailment of the day, in months.
held that status, with a close second.
The mysteries of the computer were the most persistent, but somehow or other, I seemed to find a way of keeping going without the foggiest idea how or what I was doing, but I did.
I am currently further behind with blogging, reading & comments on WordPress; I shall have to cut things short to at least catch up a little. 
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The carefully made bed. Hehe!
The thinnest curtains in the land,
Partly held up by an elastic band,
A hole you can put through your hand,
To buy new ones, I’ll need a wand…
The kitchen’s night view is grand.

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Pretty good in the daytime, too.
Took these over an hour
of the changing sky.
Another cracking meal made.
Sandwiches with no-butter
butter, with sliced tomatoes,
salted, and sliced roast meat.
Carer Ejaz sliced them for me.
I was in a bit of a state, with
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giving me a  
bit of a battering tonight.
It’s been a week or so since
they had a go at me. I thought
they had departed. It’s been
such a long time.

Not a good day. Mizra, bless him, rang the chemist to book an appointment for the Covid jab.
The computer, CorelDraw. With me managing to arrange two appointments for the same time. Covid Jab at the chemist, and the Doctor’s appointment to see the plebotomist, along with visits from SS & DD; it was a chaotic and confusing day.
Then, on Thursday, I got a call from the surgery, telling me they had arranged a home visit for me that same Wednesday! Luckily for me, they changed the day to the following Thursday. Now I must remember to ring the chemist tomorrow to cancel and apologise. They are closed on a Saturday, so I must remember.
Naturally, I forgot all about doing it.

My mind is permanently bemused,
It feels as if it’s being abused,
No rest, no logic… aggressed,
Think its being self-anatomised,
Plans, tasks, only being theorised,
Action thought of, not actualised,
Changes; my brain’s unmodernised 
Wants, hopes & needs, dematerialised…
I should really give up, I realised,
Problems get too big-sized,
For years on WordPress, I’ve diarised,
Now two days behind; I cried…
More medical dates, as I aged,
Without Carers, I once managed,
Seems it has to be acknowledged,
My mind struggles; it gets befogged,
Pain, aches, once just twinged,
Catheter agony; I was almost unhinged,
My current state remains undivulged,
Depressed, at best, rather laboured,
Be nice to get my batteries recharged!

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Sorry about how I feel, it may
be a while before I’m back.
So many things to do, catch
up with. Computer, blog, WP
reader, comments, Health
issues, medical appointment.
I think I’m losing it. I mean
my willpower. Hehehe!
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Inchie Today: Sunday 26th April 2026

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Food Shortages On The Way
Carbonated Drinks/Beer: CO2 is crucial for carbonation, and shortages can affect production.
Meat Products: Chicken and pork, which require CO2 for packaging and processing, are deemed highly vulnerable.
Salad/Packaged Foods: Shortages in carbon dioxide affect the shelf life and packaging of fresh, prepared fish, fruit and salad items.
Baked Goods: As with salads, some vegetable packaging may be affected.
CO2 Shortages: A major UK plant’s potential issues, coupled with high natural gas costs, have constrained the supply of fertiliser and CO2, a by-product of the process.
Geopolitical Instability: Threats to supply chains and rising energy costs, with warnings of shortages within weeks. Flight Cancellations: Airlines are reducing flights due to a jet fuel shortage, leading to many cancellations of orders.
Fresh Produce: Tomatoes, cucumbers, and peppers may face shortages or significant price hikes due to rising, war-driven energy costs for greenhouses.
What To Stock
Tinned Meats & Fish: Tuna, sardines, salmon, corned beef, spam, corn, and stewed steak.
Tinned Meals/Veg: Baked beans, chickpeas, kidney beans, soup, and tinned potatoes.
Carbs: Pasta, rice, noodles (like Super Noodles), dried soya, and oats.
Long-life Dairy & Alternatives: UHT milk, powdered milk, and canned custard.
Nutrient-Dense & Pantry Items: Peanut butter, nuts, dried fruit, honey, and cooking oils (ghee).
Comfort Foods: Chocolate, biscuits, crisps, some sauces and sweets.
Recommendations
Stockpiling Advice: Experts suggest maintaining a basic inventory of non-perishable items, including tinned foods, rice, and pasta.
STARMER
The UK government is planning for potential summer 2026 food shortages: chicken, pork, and products requiring carbon dioxide, such as packaged meats and fizzy drinks, due to disruptions in the Strait of Hormuz. While not currently critical, this “worst-case scenario” could lead to reduced variety in supermarkets and higher food inflation, currently forecast to increase by 10-15%.
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After yesterday’s unbelievable series of happenings, Frustrations, Accifauxpas, Whoopsiedangleplops, and Mini-Catastrophies, that followed a similar pattern to the three days before, I felt surely today, the Lord’s Day, would bring a less-pressured, less-hassled, mayhap even calmer, smoother day. 
06:35hrs, I stirred, feeling that the swollen legs were a little less painful. Until I tried to stand up.
Sorry, but today has been so busy again.

BP on Hyper Level.
Iceland order.
Not a lot.
Plenty of bog rolls and spring water,
just in case of shortages coming,
Need it for the Catheter.
State of retained water feet.
Carbonated drinks.
Afternoon views.
Tree Copse, how I miss visiting it.
Sky snap.
After the 2nd nurse’s visit.
CorelDraw froze, again!
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Not much detail, so far behind again.
Just too busy, Humph!
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Ejaz did all but the last call today, a grand lad, conscientious and caring. 👌🏼
Another good um, Mizra did last call.

Jenny, bless her, rang me and commiserated.
👼🏻 My Guardian Angel. 👼🏻

Got some food made up, Mizra had kindly prepped for me earlier. Just got to get the spuds and peas out of the slow-cooker, if they are ready.

They were…
Imitation crabsticks, pickled mushrooms,
Extra-Strong Stilton cheese, garden peas heated in soy sauce, chopped green tomato, and all the remaining small potatoes with a splash of Hoisin sauce on the spuds. Gorgeous Taste!

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Inchie: Saturday 25th April 2026

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WHAT AN ODD NIGHT
It started when I settled in the c1966, £300 Oxfam charity shop-bought, wincingly grotty, beige-coloured, crumb-covered from my nocturnal nibblings, itch-making, uncomfortable, positively unhealthy, and dangerous, no longer operational, virus-breeding, easy-to-fall-out-of, rusty, flea-bitten catheter-tube-trapping recliner, to eat my creative evening meal. Whatever made me try this mixture, I’m not sure. I found a long-life ready meal fallen at the back of the cupboard. Sweet & Sour Vegetables. I tipped that into a microwave dish earlier in the day, and got some peas and a potato cooking in the slow cooker to add to it later. I got the idea to add some Bombay potatoes to it. Mixed it in and left it all to marinate for a few hours. It was delicious! 
Spilling it on my dressing gown was not in the plan! Got cleaned up; the swollen feet were giving me some grief. Got back to finish the feast, and took the tray & dishes to the kitchen to soak overnight. 
Turned the lights out when I put the TV on and started watching some recorded episodes of Heartbeat. Perfectly naturally for me, I fell asleep and realised the volume was a little high… Could I find the remote control? No! Well, it took me ages. Got up, searched for the torch, and hunted around. On the verge of deciding I’d have to turn the TV off at the power switch, I found it wrapped in the dressing gown I had to take off that I’d dirtied.
Turned down the sound and turned on a Boon recording. Perfectly naturally for me, I fell asleep.
Could I find the remote control to change the channel? This time, I was certain it had dissolved into the ether. I was on the arm of the £300 second-hand shop purchase in 1966, which was a well-causing, uncomfortable, not-working, itch-inspiring, and crumb-containing recliner. Now the batteries had gone flat on the torch. I went into the kitchen to get the solar-powered battery, but that had gone AWOL. Back to the main room, for another search, no luck. Then I decided to get the pots washed. During which I knocked a bottle of washing-up liquid off the drainer, it was more lethal than ice skating! An hour later, I’d cleaned up the floor, in a fashion.
Put the light on in the front room for another hunt for the remote control. I found it! I’d put it on the Carers table, that’s within arm’s reach.
TV back on, to see a recorded Heartbeat episode.
Perfectly naturally for me, I fell asleep. Woke with the intentions of switching off the TV… a problem; I could not find the remote control! Never have yet. Turned the TV off at the plug. I realised what time it was in the morning, with all my faffling about. I did a safety check of the flat, taps, lights, stove, cookers, etc., and got my head down.

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Heavenly sleep, I can’t recall waking up at all. But, at 06:25hrs, I burst awake and instantly knew I had to hobble hastily to the Porcelain Throne. As you can see, a bad start to the day. Not the first time, nor, I expect, will it be the last occasion. Humph!

I had a stand-up wash and shave, and did the teggies, then checked on the wetroom cleaning had been done safely.
I got my fresh Kagoule and dressing gown on. Then I Hoovered the hallway. I could wear neither socks, shoes, nor slippers again. This is due to the swollen feet. This also prevented me from going with the Carer to do some shopping. I was looking forward to that, I really was. Tsk!

I got the computer on and found the missing shades and TV remote. Both partway under the £300 second-hand shop-bought, c1966, moth-eaten, bedraggled, grotty, cringingly beige-coloured, much-dilapidated, crumb-containing from my nocturnal nibblings, bug-ridden, itch-inspiring, not-working recliner. Got them out using the long picker-upperer. But, it set off Back-Pain-Brenda.

I was so pleased to see Carer Elaz arrive, an excellent Carer whom I trust, as with Mizra. 
Ejaz gave me the medications, reminded me to take the K & B Vitamins, and carried out a full body check on me. No one has done that since the last time Ejaz did, Monday, I think. It helped me, having just cleared and washed the infected areas. He checked meticulously and barrier-creamed Phorpain Gelled Back-Pain-Brenda, Swollen-Feet-Francis, Factured-Knee-Frank, Lymphorrhea-Leslies-Legs, Swollen-Toes-Titianna, Shoulder-Shaking-Shirley, and all those in need. Made me a mug of tea, and brought me a few bikkies to dunk. Thanks, Ejaz.

I took two photographs from the kitchenette window. The sunshine was getting hotter and brighter as I pictured these scenes.

I got on the computer, and CorelDraw caused some… er… unknown, unexplained faults for me. Had to save, close, and reopen it. Then it wouldn’t let me delete photographs. And Asif’s man has missed the last three times he said he’d call.
He must just be extremely busy, I suppose.

Ejaz returned for the longer shopping call. I felt horrible not being able to go with him and pick out what I fancy from the shops. Huh!
I blame the medical people. Not really! But they knew I had to drink tons, gallons of water to ease the pain from the Catheter flowback, for four days. Now I have water retention in both legs, feet, and all toes!
The agony was getting too much. Then, fortunately, the lesion in my penis started squirting out urine all over me, the carpet and even the computer!
I had to sit here as the urine suddenly flowed, the bag ever filling up, and the squirty leak from the finger lesion spraying everything, with a large mixing bowl between my legs to try to catch little Inchy’s contribution, for hours until a nurse arrived to save the day. Bless her Cotton-Socks. 💟 I know I may have said all this earlier, but what a thing to go through! Gawd knows how I got through it.
Self-Pity now… Sorry. I went off track there, sorry again, back to blessed Ejaz. Painkillers issued. And gave him the shopping list that I wanted him to get for me, handed him some money & off he shot.

Back on the computer and started the Ode of the day. This time, I think I must have hit the wrong keys. I got up a graph of choices to make, each with a warning that this or that will not work if you accept/take this action. Or, you will not be able to edit after taking this option… Not the foggiest idea what it all meant, but there was no close option on the window. Baffled again. I clicked close on the big window and gave it a minute or two, then opened it again. Phew! Back to normal. This prompted thoughts of the Oligarchs to go on the Ode.

Blimus, it’s getting hot here now. Back into the kitchen to take more sky shots.
When I’m sitting down, there is no pain from the swollen feet whatsoever. The moment I move to stand up, or hobble about, they work overtime on their pain onslaught. Hehe!

Ejaz returned with the shopping. The lad was wringing with sweat. 

He had taken the following snaps while out.
To show me what I’d missed. Haha!

Front of Woodthorpe Flats, end of the car park.
On is way out.
Not sure when; Windwood & Winchestrt Courts.
Centre Winwood Court.
Winchester Street Hill.
Up the hill.
Cutting through to the car park, Sherwood.
Mansfield Road
Mansfield Road the other way.
Forists near the Ozan store.
Outside Ozans.
Back at the flats.
Traffic island on Chestnut Way.
Where I am imprisoned,
Voodthorpe Court.
Towards the end of the car park.
The new footpath up the hill.
Wasn’t that kind of him, Ejaz?
Ejaz came up and gave me the nosh he’s bought for me. Three bottles of Soda water, Schweppes.
A classy, grand, costly brand, for me.
Lemon wafers, green tomatoes,
& gigantic potatoes. Hehe!

As Ejaz was ready to go, I felt a sharp pain in my right foot from water retention swelling.
Ejaz had a look and took a photo.
Doesn’t look good at all now.
Not been as painful as this
all day. Mmm?

I got the meal prepped and ready to serve with some beef later tonight.

Carer Ejaz did the late call. Phorpained the right Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley, issued medications, and issued a mug of tea and bikkies for me. 👍🏻

A First-Time Long, Active Seizure.
I had a second seizure, that I know of; the first was a mini seizure, the second I believe was a very rare Long Active one. When I came out-of-it to the usual upflux of acid into the throat, mouth, and nose, I was in the £300 second-hand shop-bought, c1966, moth-eaten, bedraggled, grotty, cringingly beige-coloured, much-dilapidated, crumb-containing from my nocturnal nibblings, bug-ridden, itch-inspiring, not-working recliner. My last memory before coming out-of-it was of swearing at CorelDraw as it froze on me… Then, I find myself half-in, half-out of the recliner. I’d taken the bottle of springwater from under the computer with me, and after waiting for my senses to return and getting up on my feet, I spotted that I’d closed down the computer. Why? Had I solved the problem? Had I given up? It really was a blank. I tried to keep calm and even considered calling for help. But it was already too late, gone 22:00 hours. I’d lost two hrs, I reckon.  
Then my swollen feet felt the wet on the carpet!
I tried to recall things, water. But I got no help from Memory Mangling Malcolm in response. I felt that we were both puzzled, bemused. I didn’t panic, but a determination arose witin me to find out what I’d been doing. Apart from hobbling around and spilling water everywhere. 
I got to the computer chair, to find I’d not only torn the last page from the memory pad, but torn it into tiny pieces and thrown them into the waste bin! Next, I saw that the landline phone was out of its cradle, and the ear drops and diabetes pep drink had been knocked over on the desk. 
I then went into the kitchen and found the cold water tap running. Then the bladder backflow hit me from the Catheter tube. Arrgh! seems the most suitable word to use. I guzzled a litre of spring water and part of a litre of soda water straight away. Desperate to avoid the super-agony that I had gone through for the previous days.
Luckily, the pain eased within a minute of drinking the liquids, and the pouch filled rapidly.
Despite still having worries about what else I might have been doing during the seizure. I just had to get back on the computer and check if I’d done something silly, or even fatal, on the machine. Everything was working, but I had not closed down properly. Lost some work on WordPress, but could find nowt else terribly wrong. I closed the computer down, stripped and climbed carefully into bed.


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Inchie: Saturday 11th April 2026

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I was woken by Rib-Pains-Rupert, and this made me lie there worrying about whether I will get the Morphine tablets replaced, on the prescriptions. Knowing I only had two left put me in a not-good place mentally. These OxyContin are the first painkillers they gave me that countered the pain from the knee, back, shoulder and whatever it was in the rib cage that was giving me such sharp surges of pain this morning. Nothing would ease the pains before these. Definitely, they were working and easing the agony. I fear they will not be a regular pain medication, due to all the side effects. I can just cope so much better with these. I dread the thought of them taking them off me, after several days of inner joy at so much less pain to cope with. I can’t get through to the Doctor by email, get to the surgery, or use the telephone… When I tried, I had to go through the AI Robot’s questions and was told that they do not accept prescription inquiries over the phone. I would have waited to be put through, in hope of getting advice about the tablets, but the last time I was put through to a semi-human, Customer Activator or whatever the snob-bag is called, he cut me off when I was struggling to get my words out. Someone claimed that Herr Starmer is cutting their allowance for email and telephone usage? Can you imagine that the country’s biggest liar and Prime Minister, Herr Starmer, would, like I did on my last visit, leave me in a corridor for hours before seeing a Doctor? Then, after being moved to the City Hospital, I had to wait in a cold room for nine hours for a lift home. Sorry about that veering off the subject, but my ever-increasing hatred for back-hander-taking, farmer & pensioner-hating, ex-Barrister and Faux Prime Minister, Sir Keir Rodney Starmer, just got to me.

I forced myself out of bed, took off the nocturnal Catheter pouch, and went back to the front room. I then started worrying, will I ever get caught up with my blogging? (Answer, No!) But I had no time to blog, as Carer Mizra is taking me to Sherwood this afternoon for some shopping. I needed to make a list of things I needed to take with me so someone could help me put on my socks and clothes. I decided to get the cleaning up done first. Waste bins, pots to wash, and me to wash, etc.
I took a second shot, this time of the kitchen, and felt appreciation for Jenny’s help sorting out yesterday’s calamity, then went to take a shot of
the morning view… But, No! The batteries had run out, and I also noted that the kitchen clock battery had run out. I thought I’d better get the Health Checks done next.
Not only was this BP session the worst in many a month, but I tried to take the BP levels again later to see if it had come down… the 4 AA batteries in the sphygmomanometer had run flat. I wondered if this was really happening, or if I was in a seizure or dreaming and still in bed. Hehe! When it came to taking the temperature, yes, this really did happen: the battery in the ear thermometer had run out!

Carer Ejaz arrived and asked if he could use my internet number & code to top up his mobile. We could not find the details. Ejaz went through the Virgin folder, every sheet, and there were dozens of them. I searched through my reminder book, but without any luck. I asked him if he had a Helpline available; he tried that, and we were both over the moon when he got it done. I think, in our excitement, I jumped up to dance with him in celebration. Stupid idea. Now the ribs and right shoulder are kicking off again. Haha!

On his next call, I asked Ejaz to put the long Kaghoule, outside shoes on for me, to make things quicker when Carer Mizra came to take me shopping. He did a full-body check, barrier-cramming all areas in need, and there were a few. Phorpain gelled shoulder and back. Put some Germolene on my face and head injuries. Then changed my socks for me and foamed and sprayed under the toes as he put on new socks for me. 

I felt there was time to have a bash at the blog after all. Oh, Dearie me. Google and CorelDraw were both acting up again, and started asking me to sign in each time I used them. I gave up. Went on the first call of the day to the wet room. Oh, heck! I hope things don’t start while I’m out shopping… I dread the thought.
As the time approached for Mizra to arrive, I checked the list of things needed and added AA & AAA batteries. I forgot to take the dead battery from the ear thermometer with me. Hey-Ho!

I was taking out the SD Card from the Kodak-Tim-2  camera, and the card fell to bits. Huh, have to add one to the shopping list!

Mizra was pleased I’d got so much done already, so we could avoid missing the bus. He got my big coat on me, and we hurried, I was playing catch-up (all day as it happens), to the bus stop. I showed him a quicker route through Windwood and Winchester blocks,
We arrived at the bus shelter, and of course, I could not take any pictures until I’d bought the batteries. Mizra had left his bus pass in the flat, so I gave him the swipe and keys, and he nipped back to collect them. He was back in time to catch the bus.
The short bus ride down the hill to Mansfield Road was a bit painful, as I had to sit on a side-saddle seat with the walker. But this time I got off the bus without falling over. Hahaha! We hastened down to the computer shop. I bought a new reminder notepad.
The batteries and a new SD Card. 
Out and across the pedestrian crossing to Ozans Continental store. Where I bought: Lemon Wafers, some Croissants, pickled beetroots, brown tomatoes, one extra-large potato, chicken pieces, Sokolow sausages, Boze Okopcony Paskyck (Smoked Bacon), and cheese triangles. Snap taken, not by me, of Mansfield Road. Looking up the hill, after just leaving the food store.

Another at the Junction of Mansfield Road and Winchester Street Hill.
We walked up to the Co-op store to use the machine to get some money, so I could pay for the toenail cutter and Window cleaner. Then up to the top bus shelter, I’m chasing behind Mirza, cause I can’t walk as fast as him. When we reached the bus shelter, where I’d had a seizure and walked into the traffic, it made me a little nervous. With Mizra walking ahead to encourage me to speed up, it meant that if I did it again, this time a Carer would see me going into the traffic. Luckily, when I did do this a few months ago, I was pulled back before walking slowly and calmly in front of a bus. At this bus stop, I borrowed the camera to take a shot of the darkening clouds that caught my attention as I was sitting waiting for the 40 bus to arrive. 
As I was taking the picture, a bus pulled in. I may not have caught the clouds, but I caught the bus’s weird logo on the side of it. 🤗
Not to be defeated, I tried to get a snap of the clouds again. Not a bad effort considering the sudden darkness, which dissipated in a minute, and the sun returned brightly. We mounted the bus and were off on the way back up the fierce Winchester Street Hill. How I kept my bum on the tiny side-saddle seat was amazing. Haha!

Back to the flats, through the corridors to the lifts in the end Woodthorpe Court block. I was doing my best to keep up with Mizra, but got further behind, my chest wheezing now. I could see he was anxious to get to his next call on time. We got inside the cell… I mean flat,
Used Kodak 1 to take this shot of the computer desk and my ‘Cool’, clock, calendar thingamagig. Looking forward to getting Kodak-Tim-2 up and working again. Mizra asked if he could put the food away for me, but I said thanks for the offer, but I don’t want you to miss your bus to your next client. I have two nice men, Carers in Ejaz and Mizra. Both nice lads. I’ll mention anyone else.

I gave the razor a trial to see if it was still working after dropping it yesterday, and it ended up in four pieces. Carer Radhid had got it back together.
Opening the SD card’s box was a job, and I thought I heard something fall out of the casing. I was doing this over a drawer, but could see nothing in there. Mind you, it is a rubbish-filled drawer. Then I tried to get the SD card into the camera. A message showed each time I inserted it, and I had many goes at it: ‘Faulty Card’. Reformat it? Reformatting it will lose all the photos. Or turn off. I kept trying, without any luck. For so long, Carer Ejaz came on his next visit. I resigned myself to going to the Computer shop again next Saturday for guidance. Ejaz issued medications and did his report on his mobile. I had an epiphany of sorts. I recalled the noise of something dropping in the drawer when I opened the SD plastic thingy. I checked the card, and it seemed to have a wide gap in its lower end… Aha! Thought: something was brewing in my mind… and I then reclaimed a memory from years ago. I felt the old SDs needed a tiny one sticking in it; I was getting surer of this. When Ejaz had finished on his mobile, he came to have a look at the card and camera. So I went into the kitchen and had a deeper look in the drawer. I emptied out the things, and eventually found a miniature plastic sort of SD card in there. I returned to the Kodak-Tim-2, and sure enough, the mini card fitted into the bottom of the main one. Getting excited now! I inserted them and, low & behold, the SD card didn’t need formatting, and it worked! I wondered, surely it must be a few-year-old card that needs two pieces?Nevertheless, it worked ! I’d actually worked it out and mended a problem! On my own! I was feeling a smidge proud of myself.

Ejaz left, and I went to close the kitchenette drawer, and Nizra had put the food away anyway, bless him. So I searched around and took a photograph, just to show off, Hahaha! I couldn’t find the jar of beetroot, the large potato, or the Croissants, but I found Sokolow chicken sausages, Boze Okonkowy Paski (Smoked Bacon), and cheese triangles. I must get the lemon wafers and Ferraro-Rocher to Jenny & Frank tomorrow. A little late to bother them now. I took this snap earlier, but forgot to put it on. darkening clouds. But still beautiful to me.
I had the idea of looking in all the crannies on a glass-detecting plan. I’d done the far end, finding and bagging some, and I got the long picker-upperers into the kitchen. As I was bending down to get between the woodwork and the no-longer-working stove, I lost my balance. I didn’t go all the way over, but trod on my picker-upperer, and a section fell out. My own fault for bending, what a plonker I am!

Carer Mizra did the late call. He issued the painkillers, but no morphine tablets were left. I bet you, I’ll suffer in the morning. (I did too!) I was beginning to get tired from the rushed walking I’d done, and Fractured-Knee-Frank was kicking in. Mizra did not need to do the meal; I told him I’d got it all planned. He did spread some cheese & no-butter butter sarnies for me, before departing. Bless him. Bade him farewell and thanked him for today’s help. Then got an inspiration to get some Hoovering done.
I emptied the box and put the Hoover on the recliner… I’d gone again.

was back. (and boy was he in the morning, this was just the start of his mind-bending onslaught, Saturday morning was much worse). 
Compared to the morning’s episodes, this was nothing, but it seemed so at the time.
WEIRD! I seemed to have been transported, without any knowledge about it, eerie! To the wetroom, and I was sitting on the toilet with all my gear on. Finding a packet of crisps that had been burst open in my dressing gown pocket? But no crumbs on the wet room floor or my clothes? I genuinely struggled to grasp what was going on. I did not panic, although I was confused.
After a few minutes of trying and failing to know how or why, I was sitting here, as I gently stood up, there was no upsurge of agic reflux, so I don’t think I had a seizure. Then I saw that I’d taken three walking sticks into the wet room with me. Four-Pronged Walter & Willy, and Wooden Stick Stephan. How, why… 
Then I had a sense that I might have been wandering around and left a tap running or the stove on, so I returned two sticks to the main room and checked the kitchen. All looked fine. Then I hobbled along the mini hallway to the door, and all seemed the same. As I was on my way back… Unbelievable, the vacuum was there in the hallway on charge? 
I went to the bed where I thought I’d left it, all looked usual in the main room, apart from the computer, which had been turned off. Had I been hallucinating? I eventually became aware that I felt zonked out,  intoxicated. I still managed to make a meal; the bread that Mizra had spread for me was quite hard. Had I visited La-La Land again? No, I vaguely recall eating this, and also washing the dishes and cutlery this morning… then again, do I, or has my ever-running waffling mind convinced me of this?

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Inchie: Friday 10th April 2026

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A quick intro to explain the reason for the poor quality of this blog. I realise that my thousands of followers may be a little disappointed. But I felt I should inform and apologise to both of them for the reason of the crap, shortness of explanations & quality.
Not in the case of the Whoopsiedangles & Axifaupas, of course; they will get my full attention, even if scribbling about them brings back the frustrations and embarrassments and introduces some acrasia. Hence, I wish to tell of these bits, well, many events, possibly in a desarcinate manner.
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I woke up around 06:30hrs, reluctantly. The only real pain givers of the morning were Fractured-Knee-Frank, Fractured-Ribs-Robert, & Shaking Shoulder Shirley. For handicapping, it was undoubtedly Cararact Cathleen & Glaucoma Gladys. Later in the day… I leave that there.
Made a brew. Hoovered the place, and decided to try and get on with this blog. Waste of time, I’m never going to get it done today. I might stand a chance to get some done now, and then again at night. I started at 18:00 hrs on Saturday.
In twenty minutes, I had to utilise the Porcelain Throne twice, both identical in nature. Hehe! Trostsky Terence Torrents! Google took 3 times to load, then I had to sign in. CorelDraw, well… it took 12 minutes to load. Feelings of impending doom computerwise lingered. But I knew I could not spend too long on it.
Carer Rashi called as I was making a brew of Glengettie tea. While I remembered to, I used the toothache spray and did my earhole olive-oiling.
Medication were given, and the Shaking-Shoulder-Shirley and Fractured-Knee-Frank. Then went on his mobile for nine minutes. I mopped the kitchen floor in the meantime. A delivery arrived from Iceland. It contains only items that I couldn’t buy anywhere else. Rachid put the items into carriers and put them in the kitchen. He asked if I wanted them put on the counters. Kind of him, but have you seen how much I have not got in the kitchenette? Haha! Said our farewells. 
This is when things went Whoopsiedangleplop Style.
I’ll show you this photo taken by Rashid on his next call, after he’d medicated my right cheek and the top of my head, asking if I needed Nurse or ambulance… I just bet this has got you thinking? Hehehe! I’ll tell you of the

Nottingham Lads Tale of Woe: I was placing various foods into the fridge.
My head was in the fridge, moving things about to make room to rotate with the new stuff…
With my head almost in the fridge, I heard a Hell of a crack as the glass tray burst, sending food into the bottom of the fridge, knocking bottles and other foodstuffs all over, including the kitchen floor! I admit I was in a panic, and at first did not see the glass cuts on my cheek or head. 
I could not fully close the top door, and glass fragments covered 80% of the floor. My first instinct was to get help; there was no way I could get away with all that bending, and I could not find the brush and dustpan, unbelievable! I called the flats’ Warden, but there was no answer; she may have been on holiday. Ashamedly, I phoned Angel Jenny. Who took charge from a distance; she told me not to go into the kitchen, and she would be up shortly. And Jenny can’t stand for very long because of her bad back. She arrived and investigated the situation. I thought I’d checked for anything stopping the door from closing. Jenny had to keep stopping to sit down. I felt a little helpless and guilty at the pain she was going through for me.
She even fetched her brush and dustpan to get what glass up she could. No wonder I love her and call her My-Angel. She is! Jenny even got the fridge door to close, and it is working okay. I got the food sorted. A lot had to be thrown away. Packets with glass in them, burst bottles, glass and plastic. Jenny put the food back into the fridge for me. What a treasure, all done in great pain. Bless her. She knows. I kept finding glass for the rest of the day. I used the long picker-upper, so hard to spot. I used my slippers to slide the odd bits together for an hour or so. Jenny emailed me later. She had to sit down in agony with her back for a while. Shame & guilt.

Just look at how she left the fridge looking, what a woman! Thanking you again, so much, Jenny. 🌺💗🎀💟

I got lots of bits of glass stuck to the bottom of my slippers. And was finding glass for ages, until Carer Rashid arrived. He found many more. When he left, I took the electric shaver into the kitchen on my way to the wet room. I managed to collect some more of the glass still hiding away in every nook and cranny. Then I knocked the shaver off of the tray I was keeping the latest glass collection in. Boy, what a pickle I was still in. But thanks to Jenny’s help, I coped, and only due to Jenny.
I used the long picker-upperer to retrieve the four pieces of the shaver.
But could I get them back together? No! When Carer Rasid returned and set about getting the razor back together with me. It took us a long time to work out which way the plastic insert cover should go. But Rachid sorted it.
Before leaving, he put the cream on the photo above on my cheek and head. It was the first time I noticed it when I went for a shave and brushed my teeth.
Ejaz did the next call. The medications were issued, and he checked the kitchen and found even more bits of the glass on the kitchenette floor. Still no work done on this blog, although I did manage to get the blog’s Ode. done, before getting something to eat.

BBQ Chicken, green tomatoes, and a couple of sandwiches of sliced Sourdough bread, with no butter, butter and soft cheese triangles. Not a lot, but a flipping tasty treat for a change. I may have some more of these tomorrow night.

Here are the photographs taken after the calamity, the afternoon after the calamity, 
approximately 18:00hrs to 21:00hrs. The last one during Carer Mizra’s late call. HE issued painkillers and reminded me to be ready early for tomorrow’s shopping trip to Sherwood.
I shall make sure I am. Oh, a touch of confidence?
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Inchie: Tuesday, 7th April 2026

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06:30hrs: I stirred into a weak replication of life.
The left ribs were still giving me far too much bother when I bent, stretched, and, as for sneezing or coughing, 50% worse. But I don’t like to complain. Luckily for me, Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirely was much calmer. And Back-Pain-Brenda was almost absent, to start with. She came on at the usual time, which was around 17:00hrs.

Took the night pouch off the day Catheter bag; left it for Carer Rashid to suss, check, and colour-grade on the Excel BP-Blood graphic. Then the other checks were started in full. Both Blood Oxygen and Pulse were slightly elevated. But the BP was bonkersly high. Off to the kitchen to check if I’d left anything on or running that shouldn’t be. All clear, after yesterday’s cock-up, leaving the oven on for 12 hours, and I treated myself.
I took this snap as I was leaving the kitchenette to consolidate the waste bins.
The need for the Porcelain Throne arrived. So, off to the wet room.
Nothing evacuated. Although that’s not strictly speaking true.
Where all the wind came from, I do not know. I wouldn’t be overly surprised if one of my neighbours complains later on. I may ask the Nottingham City Council to check the flat’s foundations. Hehehe! 

Carer Rashid arrived. As I went into the room he was in,  he moved to another, with his mobile in hand. It was funny at the time. I asked him, I think, on his second visit, to help me wash my feet and change my socks, which the lad did. He checked my legs and barrier-creamed the scars. He Porpain gelled Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirely, no need for any attention on being-kind Back-Pain-Brenda. 

Getting Google to start so I could get on blogging took over ten minutes of going through all the opening options again. A different one each time works. Getting CoewlDraw to open took me even longer. It got as far as this picture I took of the apparently frozen screen. The busy icon was working, but the light on the external hard drive had stopped. An hour passed as I kept nipping into the kitchen to put a giant potato in the oven. These usually take 45 minutes on 200. I set the heat to 120, as I was in no rush. Half an hour later, I nipped back to check on CorelDraw’s progress. Zilch!
Well, if it won’t load, I can’t shut it down without powering it off, which may gun the works up,
AS I finally decided I’d have to unplug, CorelDraw started to load. My life is mind-blowingly overly complicated. Frustrating, depressing, & unlucky.
Still, you don’t like to complain, do yer? Spit!

Then I smelled the potato burning in the oven. Hobbled hastily to the kitchen, to find the potato husks had thickened and flaked, with the flesh well overcooked. Somehow, the oven was red-hot, as if on full, but the dial showed I’d set it to 130. Think it’s kaput! So, a change of plans. I halved the potato, & emptied the husk into a basin. Adding some Leicester cheese, sea salt, and no-butter butter, Bashed it all up.

Got it back into the broken-down, overheating mini-oven, to reheat and hopefully create a slightly burnt cover of the cheese,
This will need concentration; I must keep an eye on the oven. Had to check the noise coming from the entry door area. A little loud, it sounded like someone scraping something. Back to check, it looked good, and I removed the cheesey spud. It was softer than I’d planned. I may have overdone the no-butter butter input? The terrible photo of it was disappointing to say the least. I worked on the blog while I ate it. Super-Tasty! Shame about the photos.
Annoyingly, CorelDraw froze, and I had to reload it again, losing a good bit of work I’d done. I took another snap of it as it restarted.
Ate the meal, made a brew, and Carer Mizra arrived. He’d bought me some bread. and green tomatoes. Made a sandwich later on, thanks, Mizra. 👍🏻 mate.
visit No.2. Five small cementlike sausages. Hard work, encouraging, willing and forcing things along. No bleeding!
Great, no mess to clean up!
Carer Mizra took the laundry down, ringing Jenny as she asked us to, and got the washer going. Frank later brought up the washing for me. Jenny had folded them nicely, and Frank brought them up for me.
Today, I was wearing a black Kagoule. Frank followed up on last week’s quip when I had the brown one on, “You look like Friar Tuck”, with “You look like the Sheikh of Aliba!” Hehehe! I love his quips.

Ejaz made his only visit of the day. Medicated he, Phorpain-Gelled, the shoulder. The lad was not his usual self. I asked if all was well. He said, “Fine, if I had a problem, you would be the first person I would tell and ask for help.” I was touched by this. I looked at these two efforts as the sun set on the horizon. As my EQ delivered some unearthly events that are due anytime now. I am not joking, and EQ is rarely, if ever, wrong. 
This forecast from him is distinct in detail in parts of his multiple messages.
The gullible will see renewed hope for peace in the world. Temporarily.
The next stage of humankind’s insanity will be revealed within 48 hours.
Hopes will be replaced with fear, combined with the knowledge that nothing can be done to save humankind, for without a planet, we cannot survive.
# Oligarges can escape into space but will not survive for long as oxygen, fuel and food are depleted.
Many will commit suicide, depressed that there are no proletariats left to rob, kill, overcharge and manipulate.
# Alright, I made that one up to cheer us all up.

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Inchie: Monday, 6th April 2026

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Last night, I kept waking up for a variety of reasons. Toothache Tiffany, Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirely, Colin Cramps, or more often than not, it was 
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So, let Inchies Tales of Woe commence…
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I explained to Carer Rachid that I had to empty the nocturnal catheter, use the Porcelain Throne, and get a shower, clean my teeth & shave. Apologising for not having done them yet, adding the bad night’s rest that I’d just had. No reply, he was on his mobile.
Expecting him to stay near the wetroom door in case I call out for help while I am in the shower. He took out his mobile and sat in the main room.
So, no shower yet again. I’ve explained to each Carer my fear of showering alone after my last fall, when I had a dizzy spell in the shower with the bending and stretching. The evacuation this morning was a stubborn Constipation Conrad cracker.
First, I had to bend down to take off and empty the night bag; the others usually do this for me. Went a little dizzy taking it off, but no bother as such, and emptied it easily enough.
Then the battle commenced: It took a while and a smidge painful, encouraging things along. But finally, the evacuating product edged out agonisingly slowly.
It felt as if one superlong torpedo had escaped, but standing to clean Little Inchy’s bleeding haemorrhoids of sausage, which turned out so hard, the WC needed three flushes to clear them.
Rashid was still in the other room, or some other room. So I had to rush through the teeth cleaning and ended up with a cut on my gum and a cut on my lip. The shaving cost a fair bit of blood. Again, due to my rushing the job. The straps on the day Catheter came open, I called Rashid for assistance. He couldn’t have heard me, cause he didn’t show. I fumbled about getting the strap refitted, had a mega-Dizzy Dennis spell from bending down, and had to sit on the WC for a while until they disappeared. Then, miraculously, I tore off the night’s protective pants and put on a new pair with little hassle. Getting the kagoul on was difficult, and I required help, so I called the Carer again. This time, he casually appeared at the door and asked, ‘Are you alright?’ I asked for help getting the Kaghoul on, which drew a few laughs (I’ve put on a lot of weight, hehe!).
Medications given, and I asked for Barrier cream. And for the Phorpain gel to be applied to my back and right shoulder. He did the shoulder, can’t remember him doing my back. Getting the dressing gown on was another moment of humour. He made a mug of tea at my request. Weak & unwilling. Hahaha! 

I was pleased to see the bubble clouds were out and about this morning. I do like these skies. Why?
I’m not sure. Somehow, they appear to me as being so restful and peaceful.
I actually thought about getting back into bed… having to make it up first put me off. Huh!

Later, more of my photographicalisationings were taken.
Three to be precise.

I thought that they came out rather well, for me at least. The car park, with the sun rising to the right, offered a welcome change from the usual shots I’ve taken lately. I took another shot later of the park, but that came out as a movie, not recognised on CorelDraw. 

Then I took a shot, as best I could, of activity machines on the balcony.
Walking frame, then the self-propelling wheelchair,
& four-wheeled walker.
I made a nice strong mug of Gengettie tea, checked the TV programmes for tonight, and did the olive-oiling of my earholes that I forgot to do this morning.
Then tried to do a special effect shot of the computer screen as CorelDraw was reloading after going all sticky on me… Again! With the reflection of your truly taking the Kodak-Tim-2 snap. With reflections of the other side of the room !

A wide photo by Carer Rashid, on his mobile phone. To catch the puffer clouds I love. Thanks!

And finally, a shot taken earlier by the Carer
Showing my petre, cell, no,
apartment… little flat.

I made the meal for tonight. And got it marinating, ready to microwave later tonight. Naricot beans, tomato juice, carrots, red peppers, Tyriyaki and Gung Po sauces, water chestnuts, and mixed veg (canned & sliced). I got some o the rasty continental sliced bread from the freezer and left it to thaw out. A lick of my fingers, knife and spoon used, confirmed that I intend to enjoy this feast. Slurping anticipated!

As I went to clean my teeth, I took this snap of the night view’s sunshine. It didn’t look as dark to my glaucomatous eyes. I hobbled to the wetroom.

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Inchie Today: Friday 3rd April 2026

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Apart from not finding my reading glasses, it gave me pain, 
, and being desperate to get to the … Oh, and instantly worrying about whether the computer will be working, I woke up in a reasonable frame of mind. I had to drag the nocturnal Catheter bag along as I hastened to the wet room, messy!

were then tackled. First job was removing the might pouch, emptying it, wrapping it and putting it into the yellow waste bag.
I tackled things in a different order today.
I washed the legs I could reach and moved the Catheter Contraption to the left leg. Medicated some strop bleeding areas, and did a body scrub. 
Then back on the WC, in time to catch the follow-through from the last passing. Better take one of the anti-Trots capsules, methinks.
Then did the teggies, and on to shaving. When I’d finished all the shaving, I found not a single nick or cut!
Carer Rachid arrived. I asked for help dressing, but got none. He stood there as I had to bend to get the things on his mobile, filling in details I assumed. 
Off he trotted, as I was getting the computer on. Same as the last three days: since the Google update came in, it’s taken me several tries, using different methods of opening Google, to get it to come on. Rashid watched and suggested the new icon, which was the only one I’d not tried, and it came on after a bit of flashing. I lost far too much time. I got carried away when I found an old word list and started to update it. I reckon it took me at least three hours to get it done. Then, I used it to create part of the Ode of the day.
By then, the next Carer arrived.

Then, I had a mini-seizure, I think, that lasted for about two minutes at most. But could I recover from it and regain my concentration? No! I gave up on doing the blog and put the computer to sleep for an hour or so, to give myself time to recuperate. I fell asleep.
When I got back on the blog, I had photographs on the SD that I had somehow forgotten about taking. Confused would be the most innocent word to use.
Carer’s table, I think I’ve got these in order.
Bubbly clouds, love them!
I took this one to remind me to ask a Carer how to clean the new electric shaver, last Monday, Ahem!
Now, this one below I do recall taking & why.
During my confused period, when I put the computer to sleep, I went to make a mug of Glengettie tea.
I was actually surprised to find my balance off when I returned with the mug to the computer desk.
Why? I’ll tell you…
Instead of picking up the walking stick, I’d carried the tea-bag strainer in one hand and in the other the mug of tea! I think I laughed out loud when I realised. Partly at getting away without a fall or tumble, but mainly about my stupidity in doing so in the first place.
Just goes to show I have to be careful, rest and have a sort of R&R time after a seizure.

The sunshine broke through, and I went to take a snap of the view on offer from the kitchenette window. I took no chances. I put on the old prescription sunglasses to avoid any temporary blindness that can occur from Glaucoma, Gladys, and Cataract, Katie.

As I stretched out of the window to get as decent shots as I could, … what’s the word I’m looking for? Oh, yes… ARRGH! The Catheter bag fell down the leg, and blood was lost.
It didn’t half hurt. So, off to the wet room to get the Germolene medications.
Delicately, and gently, I disinfected it… words like, Whoops, Careful Inchie, Ooh! and Ahahaha… were used, amongst a few others, and uttered. Got the ointment on, readjusting the failed strappings. 
I had a check on the Evoxaparin blood clots & curds on my stomach. They are still bright after all this time. Good old NHS.

I searched again for the reading glasses, but they were mysteriously unfound.
Naturally, all a part of the
mysteries of Woodthorpe Court, with the hobgoblins, spectres, gnomai, phantasms, ghosts, the grotesque succubae, extraterrestrials, ectoplasms, & spirits. Not to mention the Fata Morganas that have been sent to taunt, irritate and terminate my already limited sanity of mind. Also, Receptive Aphasia Phyllis, Paroxysmal dyskinesia, Episodic ataxia, Ménière’s disease, Dark, Deep, Depressing Darius, Peripheral Neuropathy Pete, Nicodemus Neurotransmitters Dying, Glaucoma Gladys, Stuttering Stephany, Lymphorrhea Legs Leslie, Premordid Cognitive Impairment Iris, Cataract Katie, Sandra’s damned seizures, Back-Pain-Brenda, Arthur Itis, Cartilages Chloe & Carole, Fractured Knee Frankie, Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley, Unwin’s Unguis Incarnates Ingrowing Toenail, Reflux Roger, Replacement Mechanical Aorta Valve Victor, Diabetes Doris, High Cholesterol Christine, Hydrocephalus-Hilda, and Catheter-Contraption-Carol. 

Night Time Sky.
I feel that the colouring of this shot
should remind me of something.
But what it is escaped me.

The daily meal. Waffles, seaweed, with
no-fish fish sticks, cheese bread, and
seaweed crisps. 
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