Carer Ejaz

Inchy Today: Sunday 27th July 2025

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Carer Ejaz photo’d me smiling,
Depression was temporarily abandoned,
Well, I’d just taken some Amoxicillin,
And as High-Mood-Horis visited…
No fighting with guilt, no wrestling!
No morals to be consulted…
Gone was my fearful worrying,
I felt my balloon was unpierced,
I’d had a poo, a shave & did my ablutioning,
I didn’t feel like grouching or bleating,
Nothing got me miffed or exacerbated!
My contentment almost nearly intumesced,
A mini-seizure was authenticated,
Depression Darius repervaded,
When I cut my finger, making sandwiches,
Ejaz took a photo of me, and we exchanged fripperies,
My  thoughts turned into gallimaufries,
I began to re-hate the oligarchies,
I got pains in my oropharynx…
Mentally fought me psychomachias,
Tomorrow, I’ll give the nurse an embrace!
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Problem with the pouch. I don’t think it’s been changed this week.

End car park.

Balcony. 
(Disabled accoutrements room).

Strange cloud formations

Tried to rush getting the blog done so I could watch the England Euro final.

Carer Elaz & I took a photo of each other in the kitchen. Showing the view.
Guess who?
Carer Ejaz.
I forgot again to ask him to refit a new Catheter pouch. Ejaz emailed the only photo from Wednesday’s Escape to the Dentist Day.
Waiting at the flats bus stop.

Got a meal made and settled to watch the Euro final.
I have to say that Spain had 60% possession of the ball. I fell asleep towards the end of the extra-time period. I woke up to see “England Win The Final”!
I changed to the ITV one+ channel, just in time to see the penalties being taken.
The Lionesess Celebrations followed.
For a while. I would have missed this, but Carer Akeyo woke me up… no, that was Carer Mizra.

The catheter tube is so painful again.
I must ask Carer Ejaz to change the stinking, hurting, grotty contraption for me.

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Inchy Today: Saturday 26th July 2025

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IMPRISONED IN HIS FLAT
Life up in the sky is kind of paradoxical,
Indoors, with natters mental and physical,
Life’s reason, now considered penitential,
Rarely accompanied by anything providential,
Less reality, but more phantasmagorical,
Sex is now an impossibility, no events postcoital,
Ailments, psychiatric and/or psychological,
Depressions, seizures are plethorical,
Cancer, catheter, can’t manually pittle,
Lymphorrhoea, mechanical-ticker, a new pustule,
Body and brain, both now paroxysmal,
Hopes and plans ending up phantasmal,
It’s not easy living as a pseudointellectual,
My face gathering, growing many a pothole,
Dreams, I once had pocketsful…
For me now, surviving is no longer pivotal,
As I hastily grow more pitiable,
Movements of body & mind prove problematical,
Now… where’s my pentobarbital?
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Bad night. Up at 06:00hrs
Nocturnal pouch removed.

Balcony shots taken.
Into the balcony to take some snaps
End car park above.
Tree Copse & Woodthorpe Park.

Brew of tea.
Started the blog update.
Snapped the calendar clock.
Changed the date. Tsk!

Photos from the kitchen window.
To the left.
Down to  Citrus Walk parking.

Carer Ejaz called. Medications taken.

Red Cross texted. A technician is coming on Monday to look at the walker and wheelchair.

Iceland delivery,not a lot.
Selection in the kitchen.
I put a mushroom in my slow cooker.
Not cheap chips – but good taste!

Washed, dried and refilled the two nibble jars.

Sunshine waning.

Down goes the sun.
Another double-take.

Those chips were lovely!

Carers Mizra, Ejaz & Akeyo today.
The day the catheter day-pouch has not been changed this week. I keep forgetting to ask them.
Patches were not checked either. They know about my memory problem and

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Inchy Today: Friday 25th July 2025

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This morning, I created an Ocado quasi-order,
Spent a few moments execrating Herr Starmer,
Lambasting, cursing, and trying some hexing,
That didn’t work; no news on TV of his dying,
So back to heartfelt detesting & loathing,
He’s so cantankerous, malicious and spiteful,
Hostile, averse, inimical, confoundable,
Not Prime Minister material, but he’s barristerial,
A trained liar, thus he can easily fiddle & embezzle,
Now my hex has failed, should I try alchemical?
I watched Parliament on TV. It looked adumbral,
I got a sense of phoney-baloney, agathokakological,
HMG members scowled across; matters balneal?
Some members grimaced, as if they had sat on a carbuncle,
Some, obviously bored, maybe missing their Zinfandel.
Occasionally, one stood up, to the toilet he’d wamble,
MP returned with cigar ash on his waistcoat, all casual,
Some nodded off, while the speaker soke wibble,
Taunts were made to encourage a squabble,
They woke up some MPs to join in the verbal battle,
One of them dropped his soother & rattle,
Overshouting each other, they continued to prattle…
The screamed words were largely unsubstantiable,
The shaking fists and sneers were not all discernible,
The odd one, Reform UK, I think, was not very subtle
But there are only four of them, so inappreciable,
Kemi’s failed party didn’t say a lot, understandably
After all, their total MPs are only 120, sadly!
Labour MPs outnumber them all, more sadly,
Jeremy Corbyn is setting up a new political party…
with Zarah Sultana, Left Wing, gladly…
Herr Starmer, Labour? He’s more Tory than any Tory!
Who can beat him? Electionally?
Many a voter would like to beat him physically,
For his lies, two-facedness and con-artistry,
On that list, to be fair, you can add me!
I’d love to grab him epiglottally,
For his back-hander taking, initially,
Stealing pensioners’ fuel allowance, that hurt Inchie,
Many decisions he’s taken, enacted, immorally,
Digressing, mind-changing, to save financially…
Not for the voters! But his term as PM of HMG,
On his mission to make his self more money,
More glory, more power, go down in history…
The erk who beat the Tories by becoming a Tory,
Labour’s Core Values? He shows such antipathy,
Remaining in power, claiming political diablerie,
Renationalise railways? Cut the cost of electricity?
He does not have the capacity for honesty,
From his Barrister days, you see?
Getting murderers off virtually scot-free,
He avoids the truth, purposefully…
When there’s a chance of profitability…
For himself, do you agree?
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Four visits to the
Produced only wind.
A lot of it, mind you.
I spelt Haemorrhoids wrong.

Early balcony shots through the glass.

Then the same with the kitchen.

End carpark chevron parkers
stii chevron parking. No rain again,
so no mudslide. Poor birds & squirrels
kept coming for a drink and bath,
but couldn’t get either.

Sherwood Vale.

Citrus Walk in front of the prison.
No, no, block of flats!

Flushing problem on the
third visit.
Gave it the best clean that I could manage.
Amazing how the stains hide. Hahaha!

Back to CorelDRAW.

Afternoon cuppa.

I obviously took this shot in error.
Possible as I was putting in or taking
out the SD card.

Community Nurse Rebecca called to tend to Lymphorrhoea Leslie’s leg wounds.
The original leak (on the left) had gone down well. But, Rebecca found a new one coming, and medicated it for me as well. (on the right). She said when the sin goes like mine, all leathery, cold men more are on the way. She will call next week to check on how they are. Bless her.

Sky Photos In, (I hope) in chronological order.
A smidge eerie so early in the afternoon.

Amazed at the new cloud types.
I Took two, thanks to not getting the messages to the brain that I want to let go of the ‘shoot’ button from the dying off and or, more likely, the brain not responding in a timely fashion; thanks to the attentions of what was Diabetic Dementia, then Cognitive Dementia, changed to Vascular Dementia, and now is  .
This often buggers-up my plans. It’s doing it more often now, either not letting go of something or letting go of something. Unfortunately, when I’m taking photos and this happens, I frequently fill the SD card to capacity. Then, the problem is often low memory on the computer, and you have to delete them one at a time… This causes me to have to use CCleaner repeatedly, as it consumes a significant amount of memory when deleting large files. But the worst thing this costs me is time. I don’t have much time left anyway, but I want to spend it on my beloved blogging, which is so frustrating!
Then, means I forget where I was, what I’d just done, why, and what was going to do in the first place. He’s also a bit of a git every time I write an Ode. I often start typing a word, and just go blank as I’m about to type it. That might be connected to my thinking of a word to use as a follow-up? Or not.
I’ll have to ask Mr Google for a word to describe it. My guess is: Word Blindness, Memory Lapse, or maybe Inchies Syndrome?

Sky Photos taken late on.
Beautiful!
And zoomed in a bit.

Cooking Time…

Result? Not too bad.
I may have overrated this one.
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Inchy Today: Wednesday 23rd July 2025

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WHO IS THIS DESCRIBING?
His tall stories & lies are spinnable,
His oaths and promises are spillable, 
He sees pensioners & farmers as sacrificeable,
Himself as sacral, Holy, and liturgical,
His intended vaguenesses are surreal,
His sausages and hostages could prove problematical,
He is so backhandable, right-wing & corruptable. 
My views, of course, are not scientifical,
As he lied his way into power, I was sceptical.
His lying by omission is all but surgical,
Excellently spiteful, but not sympathetical,
In office, he’s become a supercriminal…
His crimes against humanity are transferential.
His lack of morals rings out indicatively.
He’s ever-ready (not the battery) to be sardonical.
Languages he speaks more than quinquelingual…
Untruths, fibs, lies, treachery, & unbelievable,
Fabrication, devious, distortion, and imaginal,
Hoax, deceit, subterfuge, and hypocritical,
Hot air, nonsense, drivel, hogwash & sanctimonial.
Flannel, falacious, tommy-rot, and tarradiddle,
Deceptive, fallacious, sneaky, and disreputable,
Awkward questions? He begins to quiddle…
This explains the main habits he did accrue.
Just one more clue: His departure is overdue!
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DANGER DAY!
Well, not really. But the angst is already building up at the thought of going out in the wheelchair for the first time. Although this did not happen, after checking the wheelchair, Carer Ejaz was keen to try it out today; he said he had been looking forward to it. I found the right (as you sit in it) wheelchair arm and pole, but it came out too easily. It needed to be erected. Riding on rough ground may knock it out altogether, and I thought it too risky until a Red Cross engineer checked it out. I think they are due on Thursday to do this.
On the visit to take me out, I told Ejaz I’d like to use the 4-wheeled walker. He was okay with this.

The window cleaner came early, but of course, I’d not yet gone out to get some cash to pay him with. He said he’d come again tomorrow, on Thursday. The original date was changed to Wednesday this month. He must have thought I was a dodgy-looking character who might be trying to get out of paying him. Hehehe!

I checked the list of things needed to take with me: Bank Card, keys, camera to buy a new SD card and batteries, and sunglasses in case the sun came out strongly. So, I added the planned route of the tasks required. Ejaz and I are going to the bus stop. We will take the bus to Sherwood. We will use an ATM for cash (It took me two guesses to remember the PIN). We will also call in a shop for an SD card & camera. (This did not happen; Carer Ejaz said he would not have the time if we were going to the dentist.) We went to the Continental shop, and now we have money. I bought some Polish sausages of various types. And some of their green/brown tomatoes from Poland. They were great tasting! Lovely!
We hobbled up the hill in time to get to the dentist for the appointment. It was great having Carer Ejaz with me, getting up the four steps with the walker was a breeze with Ejaz’s assistance. To the receptionist and booked in. I sat searching for the paper list of the things to take and do. I’d left it in the flat. Fancy that!
The Lady came to me asking questions that I could not answer. She and Elaz went into another room, and I heard no more about it. Other than Ejaz telling me when he got back to the waiting room that it would take a little longer, as they didn’t know I couldn’t get up the stairs to my old clinician’s room. This has happened on my last four appointments. I’d have thought this would have been added to my records? 
Later, we were summoned to another surgery. Ejaz was allowed in with me, which was a blessing, because I couldn’t understand what the dentist was saying. Ejaz answered, or told me what she’d asked. She asked me questions as she checked the state of my remaining teeth, and for the sixth time in a row, I wondered if the remaining teeth could be extracted and replaced with false teeth. A negative answer again, this time.
However, she did explain that if I had 8 teeth left that were considered ‘fit for use,’ she is not allowed to remove them all. The new NHS ruling used to be 5 teeth. Starmer passed the verdict to cut costs. So he could later claim that he’d save money.
He’s stolen my fuel allowance, let my rent and electricity prices rise astronomically, and Carer-Costs rise, now, he assured me that will be with me until I die. That won’t be long, cause according to Gypsy Rose Lee, in 1953, she told my Dad; Your son will live to see the end of the world! Dad laughed at the time and moaned about the reading costing 1/3d (5¼p in new money). And, he laughed in her face. Hehe!

It’s a good thing that I still have some of the £599.00 per 100ml toothache pain relief spray.
And part of the bottle of morphine, what’s it… sulphate!
Back to the dentist.
The dentist gave Ejaz a prescription for Durphat 500 toothpaste, and we went to the receptionist to pay our dues and have the prescription validated. I clearly recall that when it came to paying, I handed the cash card nervously over to the Lady, with my hands trembling.

Ejax got me down the four steps with the walker, carefully, bless him. We knew there would be no time left to get the SD card for the camera. Checked the bus timetable at the bus stop, conveniently positioned just outside of my dentist’s. The bus was due in six minutes.

We were back at the flats in no time, 5 minutes.
I showed Ejaz the way through the inner passage link route. Going into Winchester Court, then the link passage into the social room and main entrance, passing ILC (Independent Living Coordinator), Oberstgrüppenfuhreress Warden and Primo Ballerina, Warden Deana, and
ILC (Independent Living Coordinator) Generaloberstess, Ice skating champion, florist and Warden Julie’s office. Into the next corridor, which led to the lifts in my Woodthorpe Court Prison block… No, accommodation block.
Up in the lift chatting away, to the 12th floor, into the flat hallway and into my flat.
We had a long job, with Ejaz trying to break down the four-wheeler, and ended up putting them in the corner opposite the door. I’ll try to find a better place for them if I can tomorrow. People can’t get in or out of the door while they are there. I’ll see if I can move them into the balcony, then I can use the four-wheeler to sit on and have a nosey. Hehe!

Tired and weary as I was after the trip out, I made a start on CorelDRAW. To use in this blog. But didn’t have the mental stamina.
So, I planned the day’s meal. I decided on corn, beetroot, green tomatoes on cheesy-topped bread rolls, battered onions, and cut up some of the really tasty Zywiecka Polish Cooked And Dried Pork Sausage.
It was delightful!.
Google, gulp, chew, chomp, suck!
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Tired, weary, but for once Contented!
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Inchy Today: Saturday 19th July 2025

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Exam results in school, most at the bottom of the list,
In English, I came out top; I tried to be an odeist,
Wrote short stories, subjects ranging from history to a ghost,
By goodbyes were usually Tara, so I’m no linguist,
I often got beat up, they used sticks, boots & fists,
To survive, I had to use guile and feignest,
I didn’t realise it then, but I was a hippophagist,
I didn’t know the name then, but I was an immanentist,
Which made me brave when I went to the dentist,
Over four years, it was my only visit,
Dad pulled my teeth, using his pliers…
Each time, the pain was beyond bounteousness,
If I cried, Dad would get all blasphemous,
He sent me to the gym, amidst the bodybuilders,
Said I should be more sporty, less academical,
I’ve to learn how to box, be pugalistical,
Even then, I found that ironically comical,
The Sportsmaster trained 9-stone Nathaniel,
4-stone soaking wet me? The caretaker, Nigel,
In the first round, I was virtually unhittable!
Mind you, I never managed to hit Nathaniel,
In the second round, punches were exchangeable,
The third round started. Oh, hell!
He caught me with five, and I hit him once; it was painful!
I woke up in the shower,
His punch had too much power…
So shamed, I went home to cower…
The coppers were searching for Mother…
My losing the match didn’t seem to matter…
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A shortie again. The difficulties seem to come at me non-stop, even at weekends.
The plaster on the leg has just been replaced for the fifth time, and I can’t find any more plasters.
I’ll start with the photos I snapped after getting up and nearly falling out of the flipping bed.

The fourth Lymphorrhoea Leslie bloodied plaster, with the tape that I had to use for the third time, cause I can’t find where I put the tape either.

Another mystery this morning.

The left wrist wound was looking likely to improve.
Carer Ejaz titivated it a bit later.

I received a phone call on the landline. The Neurology Surgeon’s assistant apologised for not calling yesterday. I also received a text message. She will be phoning on Monday and will email the questionnaire for me to fill in. Or was this yesterday? I sense I’ve written this before.
This Premorbid Cognitive Impairment that they have rediagnosed for me is worse than what they said before, Dementia Doreen was. I swear!

As for next week’s events;
As the Carer is unavailable on Wednesday due to accompanying me to the dentist, no laundry can be done, and the kitchen & wetroom cannot be cleaned and mopped. And no help with the finances or Emails can be had. Bearing in mind that Monday & Tuesday will be busier and more hectic than ever, I won’t be in any condition to go to the dentist on Wednesday…
I’m a smidge nervous for next week.
Poor silly-old-sausage!
I’ve just ordered some sausages to arrive next week… Guess what day the cheaper delivery day is? Yes, Wednesday evening!
I hope that I can get the blog done, but anticipate that I’ll have to give up for a few days. I’ll never catch up again, anyway.
Worra Life!
Still, I must not complain; many are worse off than I am, who have things more severe than I do.
I apologise for moaning. Bless you all.

Early snap taken of the early morning view, with  Kodak Tim 2.

Oh, by the way, I had a repeat of the below four times this Saturday.

I’m still hoping… 
Lots of unexpected, no-warning
blasts from the rear-end. Hehehe!

The front junk room, which will only get worse next week without the Carers’ help, depressed me.

Another mystery photo I found on
the SD card. It might be a badly
taken shot of the bed. But why?

The mudslide is coming on again.

I got the chips out ready for later.

Carer Aheo did the second short call.
Carer Mizra called for the third medication. The lad put a new plaster on the leg injury. He also found the medical tape and wrapped some around the plaster. Thanks, Mirza!

I’m off to make a meal now.
Try to get it eaten before the Carer arrives.
It might be Carer Ejaz.

More to follow… Not a lot…

Inchy Today: Saturday 12th July 2025

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I’m not sure of the theme of this Ode,
My brain took off on the highroad,
I’d got harrowed and I heehawed,
I’ve more facts I’d like to Herald…
My memory, that once glowed, is now gnawed,
But my brain is Doreen Dementia-Dominated,
I feared her when she first bestrode…
Into my skull, with Memory-Mangling-Malcolm, behold!
I don’t pass wind, I sort of noisily displode,
I live with Doreen… Ah, yes, she’s this Odes epode!
This, and my ailments, I spent years enwallowed,
Her qualities I studied and furbellowed,
But my struggles multiplied by a myriad,
So I wrote this little palinode,
I hope you are not too pshawed?
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THIS DAY OF OUR LORD
I just had to show you the Mood results…
Much improved on yesterday.
Of course, there’s time for things
to go apeshit yet, I suppose.
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Going for a record here, to get this caught up with in record time. Probably the longest! Haha!

First chicken view.
That should be the kitchen view.

Health Checks Done
Blood oxygen was low.

I was up late this morning again, without realising how late it was, I poddled to get the
Done. Only got as far as sitting on the Porcelain Throne, nothing evacuated again!
This is the fifth ‘No-Go’ sitting in three days! And two more failed efforts later on!
Hope something moves soon!
Carer Ejaz arrived. He took a snapshot of my legs and issued the medications. He performed a body check and judged the urine colour for me. We swapped farewells as he departed.

Back in the wetroon. All five teeth left were cleaned. Cut my gums. I shaved (one cut), medicated my ailments, & off to make a brew.
Got the cheesy rolls out of the refrigerator.

Second kitchen photo.

Checked the fridge, the
Silesian sausages were in date.

Third kitchen window shot.

Computer on. Catching up on yesterday’s blog took me three hours, plus I got carried away writing a second Ode. Hehehe!

More hours sorting, loading, saving and eventually filing photos in CorelDraw.

Another brew made,

Carer Mizra was in a rush, bless him.

I’m blogging more, but I’m not getting on very well.

Went to make up another water bottle, and put it in the fridge so it’d be cooled later.

The bread rolls I photographed had been in the direct sunlight. They will be edible now.

Two more bottles of water were made up.
I’m peeing well through the catheter!
Wish I could pass from the rear end!

SUNDOWN SERIES

Nice!

Time to do the WP Reading and comments.
Late now, tired out, and it feels like Anne Gyna is going to accompany me with the meal and sleep. She doesn’t half pick her times!

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Inchy Today: Thursday 10th July 2025

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I realise that I have become impercipient,
Thick-as-a-plank, a dangerous self-hindrance,
Ignored by others, close by or adjacent, 
My plans were loose, but not appercipient,
Details, dates, and motives were not apparent,
I exist in my own created neurotic ambience,
From reality, I often search for & need, abscondence,
Help needed with basics, finance & correspondence,
I suffer seizures & Anne Gyna, in accrescence…
A world of worry, fear, with yblents,
My mind powers itself, all volitient,
As with so many a suffering dement,
Depression often has me feeling verklempt,
The brain out of reach, often volitant,
Now, the cost of food, electricity and rent…
I once nearly bought a Trabant,
But opted for a Robin Reliant,
I’m alive due to medications & unguent,
The odd tumble can be called violent,
I’m tired out by noon, my energy spent
I love Kung Po sauce, any tracklement,
Failures and incapabilities make me trepidant,
When I meet the Heavenly symposiarch…
I hope to meet Starmer, the UK’s autarch…
He’ll learn my bite is worse than my bark!

A DETAIL SHORT JOB TODAY. There are things I want to say, but it will cause me more delay. What I can say, I will say another day. Maybe Sunday.
The mystery ferments & teasers! 
Actually, there is no mystery. Sorry! Hehehe!
It’s just that I have to try to catch up on blogging; I’m getting further and further behind. Up at 06:00hrs. With a sensation of foreboding. An unwarranted, annoying sense… almost an anticipation of something coming, something in the air. Closing in nearer and nearer.  
It’s not here yet, but it will come. On the other hand, I may just be losing it again.
Better get started, it’s gone 19:30 already.

Night pouch off and emptied.

Took this kitchen shot on my way to utilise the Porcelain Throne. Curious if it will be /constipation Conrad or Trosky Terrence in charge. 

Carer Ejaz made a quick visit, medications sorted. He was in a rush, bless him. His bus was late.

I hope this is readable: Mind Mangling Malcolm had been active all day today.
Following Thursday’s Morrison delivery, which arrived this Thursday, today. Yes, my arithmaphobia is winning the numbers battle!
Got even more peas in now! And two orange cream balls, which I put in the fridge.
Naughty beer-battered chips!
Hurrah! Silesian Sausages and Polish Country Sausages. Some smoked pork loin, too.

I went into a world of my own for a couple of hours. I can’t remember any seizure coming on, but a vagueness, when I returned, was nothing compared to how I usually feel, confused, and a loss of balance. So much milder all around. 

Carer Mirza came and had a look at the new mobile to see if he could find a way to make it louder or change the call tones. Nope. He’ll try again later in the week for me.

Then, as he left, I went into a proper hasty seizure. I felt it coming on. I think it lasted for just a couple of minutes. However, getting over it left me incapable of doing anything on the computer for another two hours. I must mention this one to the Doctor. I was hazy and strongly confused. I thought I’d fetch another bottle of spring water, and the catheter needed emptying. It felt like I was standing still as I got up, and the blurry surroundings went all psychedelic, turning and twisting, seeming to affect my vision as well. As if I’d suddenly acquired uncontrollable zooming in and out facilities. A fog, just like Glaucoma Gladys, goes when I catch sunlight in my eyes. But the curtains were closed… this was not good.

I put the TV on, on the third try, to take my mind off how I was feeling. Within minutes, the fog, haze, loss of balance, & dizziness started to clear. I don’t want to go through that again. I’d already lost a total of two hours through this new style seizure. Or rather, the coming out of it. Lately, they never seem the same after seizures.

Care Mizra, noticed my right leg has swollen, and the left one has shrunk. He ointmented the right leg. But overall, the Lymphorrhoea in my legs & feet had got a lot better than yesterday’s flare-up.

Early evening view.

I turned away from the window and cast a shadow on the kitchen floor. I liked the ghostly appearance it produced and took a snap of it.
A self-taken 3D photo? Haha!

I investigated what to have for my meal after Ejaz made the last call. He’ll change the catheter day bag in the morning.

I caught the beautiful late sunset
Then did a zoomed-in snap.
Seconds after taking this, it had disappeared.
So glad I caught it.
Mother Nature at her finest!

Then I got the meal prepped.
Not bad at all.

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Inchy Today: Tuesday 8th July 2025

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PART TWO
The Differences twixt farcicalities, & eccentricities,
Can be minimal, as with decorations and baubles
Yet obvious with pastilles and bastilles,
Plainer, with the oligarchs and proletariats,
Crowds in England, in Scotland, clamjamfrys,
I don’t know what I’m doing some days!
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05:30hrs: Took the nightpouch off, went into the kitchenette, and put the kettle on. Then, the rumbling innards began.
So, off to the wet room and Porcelain Throne.  Trotsky Terence played no part in the evacuation this morning. Come to think of it, Constipation Conrad didn’t either. Rock-solid! I played with the crossword puzzle for ages, but I had the same amount of luck as Trotsky did. Zilch!

07:15hrs, Carer Ejaz arrived, full of the joys of Spring. He issued the prescription Medications and reminded me to take the B12 vitamins, as my blood levels are low in them.
I took some potatoes out to slow-cook in the crockpot for later. Sliced some red onion & added that.

Started on the blog catch-up, and an hour or so later, the JS delivery arrived. The driver to the bags through to the kitchen for me.
Canned Irish Stew is currently cheaper than at Iceland, Asda, and Aldi. So, I bought a few cans and plan on adding some extra potatoes and Gungo Peas sauce. I use the Milk Roll loaf to soak up the juices. I’m getting carried away again! Flavoured Spring Water, fresh garden peas (They’ll go in the Irish stew as well). Cakes, crisps, biscuits, bicarbonate of soda. Got the pod peas into the cooler.
No butter-butter, Iced Coffees for visitors & nurses, sliced red onions, 
sliced mushrooms, cheese spread, & some laundry & washing items; washing up liquid, bleach, laundry softener/freshener. The canned food cupboard was soon filled up!  
The bikkies and cake cupboard were utilised. 10p less than the Iceland ones at 90p each for 6! I admit they are not nice!

The Maryland vegan cookies were available for purchase. I didn’t need them, but they were 35p cheaper than Iceland, 25p cheaper than Asda, and 40p cheaper than Ocado.

Carer Jyoti called and said no medications were required. She tried to find a way to change to a louder ringtone but had no luck.

Back on the blogging, and J called, with some washing, bless her. She smelled the potatoes that I’d put in the crockpot… six hours ago, but had accidentally put them on the highest setting.
My first real cock-up of the day. Joe took them out and told me to dry them off before they crumble. Well, two-thirds did just that as I tried to dry them. I salvaged seven little spuds and ate them straight away. Put some fresh ones on for tonight’s planned meal. 
I believe that despite the mental and neurological problems in my later years, I have gleaned a new quality. Oh, yes! I’m not sure which name to give it; perhaps you can advise on the three I thought of or suggest a better one. Do you have any suggestions, please? (funnier)
Cock-it-up-itis, Iris?
Misconstrue, Miscalculate, Mistakemaker, Mavis?
Ever in the Ether, Ethel?
Hehe!

I made next week’s food order from Ocado. They seem to have more options and choices in the Silesian-type and hot dog sausages.

I shelled some garden peas and added the remaining potatoes to accompany the Irish Stew and Gung-Po sauce meal later on.

Then, as I was waiting for CorelDRAW to save the file…

I was in the exact position I was in when I felt myself going. I knew, quite wrongly, that it had been a mini-seizure of maybe a minute or two. Boy, was I wrong! I checked the file saved at the time on CorelDRAW. Over four hours ago!
And coming out of it was like… the confusion was so deep. It took me ages to realise how long it had been, and when I stood up , as all but had me over. Five minutes later, I felt much better… 
, I was lucky to be where I was when I went over, tatty, scruffy, unkempt, uncomfortable, virus, microorganism, bug, bacterium, bacillus, germ, parasite producing, eyesore-horrendously grungy, disease-fermenting second-hand, beige-coloured, £300, charity shop bought, crumb-retaining, moth-eaten, non-working, itch-encouraging, incommodious, Haemorrhoid Harold testing, catheter tube yanking, recliner.  Also, I was with it enough to throw myself at it on my way down.
Certainly saved me from serious injury.

Back on the blog!

Carer Mizra did the teatime call. Medications.

I was feeling weary, early again, and foggy-minded from, I assume, the seizure.

Not much of the Irish Stew to be seen, I podded a whole packet of garden peas, after shelling them, of course. Hehe! Tasted nice, though!

My estimate of the mood split today.
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Again, there were no in-betweens; just the two extremes, no moments of normalcy.
Nothing new here, then. Hahaha!

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Inchy Today:Wednesday 9th July 2025

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Starmer refuses perestroika; a glasnostian,
When I’m PM, I’ll ban fanaticism,
Stop MPs from lying & spouting frustian,
No lies, but they can use gesticulation,
Give the poor free supplies of furazolidone,
Ban the bomb, and bring our troops home,
NHS free for all, no means-test, no question,
Stop making bombs, weapons & munitions,
There will be complaints, fears & a humdudgeon,
But it’ll be better than Starmer still ruling,
If Putin and China start attacking…
I’ll blow our nuclear stockpile, smiling,
Thus, armageddon provoking!
Earth’s globe will start cracking…
With or without the UN’s backing,
Little effort used, in this ‘last war’ annihilating,
First, I must rid the world of drug-taking,
Grass for free, to create minds of harlequin,
Back to reality, still using caution…
My life requires some beautification,
Why, I’ve no comprehension
What’s my message? My intention?
Why do I have this compulsion?
Maybe it’s a mixture of my medication?
Trotsky Terence, or Conrad’s Constipation?
Dementia? Glaucoma? Darius’s Depression?
Coming out of seizures, bring on indecorum…
Loss of balance, confusion… yet self-condemnation?
Sometimes I can, an imaginary machination…
My memory can cause self-misconception,
Mostly in Starmer, the Machiavellian!,
Flagrant, in his backhander-taking & decreeing,
He’s no facial tics, but we see his caterwauling,
Showing no outward signs, when he is lying
Other than when he’s verbally talking,
Pensioners, workers, he is imperilling,
More Gazians, innocents, will be dying,
I wish he’d go back to barristerising!

THE BUSY DAY OF THE WEEK
04:15hrs: I was woken by an ailment, which I thought might have given up on me. He’s not been twitchy for about a month. But no, he’s back again!
I’d forgotten how much he used to make me jump, and hurt! But, to be fair, he’s been a lot more painful in the past. Mind you, he’s out of practice. Hehe!

The nocturnal pouch was detached from the day bag; I was pleased by how light the colour was. Then I took last night’s rubbish to the big bag in the kitchen and washed the tea mug.

Knowing it was going to be a day of interruptions, Wednesdays are, with the Carer doing an extended visit to assist me with the banking, laundry and Email sorting. I decided that I’d better get the  done straight away. So, I did. Stripped off, slippers taken to the wet room door, and entered… immediately, the need arose for the . After two days of difficult-to-encourage events (apart from one visit when Trosky made a limited comeback), I was expecting the same again, but no! Sticky, gooey, pongy, and so time-consuming to clean up afterwards. No chance of a go on the crossword book.
Luckily, while cleaning, I knocked some bits off the floor cabinets and realised I had still not replaced the empty PP pouch. So, I did. I found a pack of the old, thick ones I used to wear when the blood flow was high. Back to the junk room number 3, to get another pack. They felt a bit brittle; they’d been in stock a while. So would be if I’d been left on a shelf with the sun hitting me for months. 
I was a bit concerned about my teggies; they hurt when I cleaned them. Another tooth was lost this week, and two more had lumps broken off.
The shaving went great! Not a single cut or nick!
A bit of a farce in my plans to have a shower, the water was almost cold… I shot out into the kitchen, and sure enough, I’d left the tap running yet again. A stand-up wash had to suffice.

I have started and completed the health checks. Results are looking good! Made the bin bags into one bigger one.
Took a snap of the view from the kitchenette window. Caught the shadows cast by the upcoming sun from behind the prison block. No! Flats, flat block!
Carer Ejaz arrived. Gave out the medications and checked my body over. He Cetrabended underarms, and the legs and ankles. Which looked to be getting a little worse again, according to the photo he took on the left.
Unbeknownst to me, Ejaz also took these three snaps.
Taken with the new camera phone. He showed me how to transfer them to the computer. Bless him.

This is what I plan to have as part of my meal tonight, or in the morning if I get confused and lose the plot again. I always do on Wednesday, and it will require more input from me today. As the person doing this more extended visit has not done it before. So, when I’m asked what needs to be done, how, and where things are, I’ll no doubt get confused and forget details to pass on, tasks to do, and how to do them. I honestly can’t deal with more than one thing at a time nowadays.

Frustrating? Yes! Embarrassing? Yes! Self-Anger Making? Yes! I imagine I won’t have time for any seizures today, Haha! Not complaining at all, just saying. And some praying, too.

I put some vegetables in the crock pot for later.
Mushrooms, garden peas, and onions, forgetting to put some potatoes in with them. When I discovered (counting those in the computer and emails) my 112th mistake of the day, by missing off the spuds, I cursed!
I pressed on with the blogging, but it was painfully slow going and even more mistake-ridden. Concentration Konrad appeared to be on strike.

Oberstgrüppenfuhreress and Primo Ballerina, ILC (Independent Living Coordinator) Warden Deana, came in the flat. Bringing a new Alarm Alert wristlet for me. Bless her.
She set it up with the NCC (Nottingham City Council control room). Put it on my wrist. The band on the old band was elasticated cotton and was easy to get on and off. This new one is thicker, wider and has to be threaded when taking it on or off. Makes sweat marks on the wrist. Dean said to let me see how it goes. If any problems, they can change it to a necklace one, if needed. 

Carer Mirza arrived. A grand lad. This is likely to be, well, will be chronologically out of sync. Mirza talked me through charging and using the text on the new phone. I took my first photo with it, of Mirza. The sun was blasting through the paper-thin, moth-eaten curtains. Not a good one, but still. I explained that the laundry needed to be done, as well as emails and banking (we didn’t get to that), and the kitchen floor, if time allowed. Mirza was advised about the pots I had prepared for washing, retrieved the bag, and I told him where the laundry room was located on the ground floor. He went into the kitchen and returned, asking where the washing machine was. I had to smile and tell him where the community laundry room was on the ground floor again. Off he went. I tried to get some of the blog done, which I did, but not very well. Too many faults. 
The lad returned and helped me with some emails. We checked the British Gas electricity meter, as the email said, I have a new account? No new meter in the cupboard. He’ll ring them next Wednesday… if it’s him that calls, of course. He then checked two other emails, but I wasn’t making notes and forgot which they were. But they are on the list for next week, for Mirza, I hope. So many Carers are getting all my banking details. He also checked a bill, I think, and it was all okay. My head was spinning.
He went down to put the laundry into the dryer and returned a while later. The dryer wasn’t working. I went down with him to the laundry room. He got caught off guard by one dryer that resembled a washer, but it was free, so he put the clothes into it. 
Back up to the cell… no, flat we went.
Mirza, kindly started copying things from the Alert Alarm Handbook, which was too small for me to read.
He copied anything he thought might need my attention or awareness. I appreciated that.
Down he went to get the laundry, came back and hung the clothes up for me. Thanked him, and he said he would be doing the teatime call. As I said, lovely lads, him and Ejaz.

I may add some of these mini-sausages, they are Pork and apple flavour. I ate a couple as I added them to the pan. Nice!

Getting late now, and the weariness and nigglyness are coming on. Humph!
I spent hours trying to catch up on the blog, but I was interrupted too many times, and I made so many mistakes, which delayed things.

It is now 23:20 hours! I must stop working on the blog (I’ve been neglecting it) to review and reply to the emails and comments. Gawd knows when I’ll get food, let alone sleep! A broken night’s sleep again, I was repeatedly waking up with a jump or a jerk.

Old age and insanity are a poor combination. I got on with the WP Reader viewing and commenting.
Then, messages… Tired? Me? Yep!

01:30hrs: I finally got a meal. I got the TV on and fell asleep eating my meal. Repeatedly waking up to the accompaniment of seeing what I’d missed, and off again into the land of nod.
Waking for the 20th time at 04:50hrs. Finding the stone-cold sausage hostage casserole; Oh, sorry Starmer, that’s your phrase, I meant sausage casserole.
Thought about getting up… Zzz! Nodded off again. 05:00hrs, woke me again… I was determined to get up this time. Zzz! 
05:25hrs, a slow, more natural awakening. I started planning to get the nocturnal catheter bag removed and take a photo of the sunshine that was blazing through the tatty, thin, torn curtains. Zzz!
06:00hrs, and an awakening due to
Having a tour of my Torso and neck.
So, I got up!

An honest assessment of today’s mood:
Not one of my better days.

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Inchy Today: Monday 7th July 2025

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Hitler.  No, Mussolini.  No, Tony Blair.
No, Lord Haw-Haw.  No, Margaret Thatcher.
No, Harold Shipman.  No, Xi Jinping, 
No, Benjamin Netanyahu,  Erm…er…
His Dad might have been a Toolmaker?
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I’ve got neurotic problems by the boatload,
Insufficient money to make a billfold,
Glaucoma Gladys is becoming a blindfold,
I’ve got a body that should be in a centrefold,
I’ve a brain that can no longer behold…
The richness of asking or being told,
No longer retains, cannot withhold,
Dropping, walking into things, I could explode,
Hence, I’m writing this little threnode,
I’ve looked for but not found my Motherlode,
Depression, frustration, failure, all incommode…
Often, I feel I can’t cope, period!
It’s driving me back to the amber fluid!
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So many Whoopsies, Accifauxpas & mistake-ridden, frustrations, failures, worries, Seizures, everyone with a terribly confusing state of mind when I returned to mock reality, neurological problems, and what a rotten day it was.  I wrote three full pages of reminders on the notepad, and as I read them this morning, they proved to be of little use.  I think if I read and understood the so-called text, I could probably decipher less than 10%!  And some of them were partly guessed at. 
Therefore, some aspects will be mixed up, chronologically out of sync, incorrect, mistaken, or unbelievable.  However, I’m so far behind that I’ll have to rush the job, and mistakes are inevitable. 
Sorry, but I do my best, but I must rush things to be ready for the Matron, JS food delivery, and a call from the Neurological Lady regarding the procedure details.  Although that might be happening tomorrow.

I’d been working through last night to catch up on the blogs.  Suddenly it was 05:00hrs!  I turned off the computer (failing to save the CorelDRAW).  And had to leave things and get into the hospital bed.  05:25hrs.

07:15hrs: The intercom rang, and I clawed my way out of bed to the panel and admitted Carer Ejaz.
I was back in bed by the time he arrived at the flat and felt so tired that I just stayed there.
I’m sure I must have been having a nocturnal seizure because of how confused I felt.  Not with it at all.

11:00hrs: I shot awake in a bit of a panic.  Thinking it was Tuesday, and the JS food delivery was due between 07:00 and 11:00 hours… and I’d missed it!

I got the email on the computer to see if any message had been left for me from JS.  This is when I realised it was Monday, not Tuesday.  That helped calm down my semi-panic mode.
I took this snap through the balcony windows.  Then, I started planning a wet room session to perform ablutions and self-medication.  Beginning with a visit to the Porcelain Throne.
Constipation Konrad single, painful, bloodied and the longest-winded session for many a month.
A lengthy sitting this was.  However, I did manage to find a couple of solutions to the crossword.  Getting the muslin bag from the catheter contraption was painful, but that’s always the case.  Shaving took a while, as I’d got Shaking Shaun and Dizzy Dennis visiting at the same time, so I took things as carefully as I could.  The result was a terrible shave, but still, now to face the showering.  Which went great!  A bit rushed, but I still enjoyed it.  I remembered to turn the power box off, as well!
The next page of notes was redundant.  Couldn’t read them at all.  The next photo reminded me a little.  I recall taking this photo of the legs after reattaching the contraption.  I asked Ejaz later to fit the muslin bag support, which he did.

Stayed with me on and off all through the rest of the day.  These short ones take so long to recover from. 

The lost and unreadable hours of the short day, I just know I didn’t and wasn’t happy with.  But details, as I say, are not gettable.

I recall Carer Josie arriving just as I was struggling with coming out of a seizure.  I’m sure I tried to explain to her, but I have a feeling I waffled too much.  At least, I think I did.  I found that she had written on the notepad to remind me to ask the Carer to change the urine pouch on Tuesdays.

I’d decided not to bother with any fancy meal and left out two cheesy-topped cobs and the Matmite to go on them for later.

I do remember taking this shot of the kitchen window sky view.  Oh, yes…
Because after taking it and bringing the Koad back from the window frame…
I knocked a bottle of sea salt from the counter.  The glass did not break, but the cap flipped open, leaving a fresh aroma after I cleaned it up.  Haha!

A nicely burnt vegetable pastie.  Two Marmite-filled cheese-topped bread rolls.  Sliced and salted a beef tomato.  Some Frazzles and a mini ice-cream lolly to follow.

At 22:00hrs, there was a European Ladies football match.  I tried tuning in to the Fries, Chief Executive Officer and Vice Chairman of Liberty Global, who owns Virgin Media.  He took home $64m in FY2-L.  Champion Global Oligarchs, grubstakers, securities brokers, stinking-rich, plutocratic, multi-core, con artists, artful deceivers, flimflam artists, TV.
At 23:05hrs, I gave up.

Today’s estimated share.
I’m hoping for an improvement tomorrow.

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