Carer Jyoti

Inchie Today: Tuesday 5th August 2025

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Gone is my logic, I’m no longer systematical,
A lot of what I do, I find incomprehensible,
It’s the new stuff that’s memory-dissolvable,
My new phone’s manual is incomprehensible,
The print is tiny, microscopic, unreadable,
I tried my magnifying glass, it was a travail…
I’d forget what I read that was readable,
The following page was also unmanifestible,
Grasping instructions was once so trivial…
Now I find them to be unconscionable,
Gladys Glaucoma make my vision all umbral,
I lose concentration, having to stop for a while,
To regularly deal with problems urothelial,
Then along comes another seizure, often focal,
Some ailments seem to me to be uncategorical,
To cope, I have to resist getting cynical,
Accept the illogical, don’t get hysterical,
My brain goes off-track, into the philosophical,
Reasons, causes, why… It’s all mystical,
Or should I have said then, mythical,
Help, understanding, all unascertainable,
I lose hours daily being self-rhetorical,
Over-understood problems, some medical,
Physical & Mental, possibly psychological,
Neurological? Neurotransmitters or Perceptional?
New ailments, the others still progressional,
I’m still here, I think that’s phenomenal,
Although the help I can afford is nominal,
Life has never been known as preconditional,
In fact, it is more likely to be probational,
It can be happy, hell, or promiseful,
Die young, be killed in war, or be put on a pedestal,
Do we go back to ashes? Nowhere, heaven or Hell?
I’d like to send Starmer a mine – antipersonnel!
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PROLEGOMENA
I was having an excellent sleep last night. Broken now and then by either Twitching-Neck-Ted or an Anne Gyna attack, but not very often. Until that is, the waking at 03:15hrs. Nothing special about it, but could I get back to sleep? No! This didn’t seem to bother me, and after a few minutes trying to nod off again, I gave up. Even Ann Gyna started to have a go at me when I freed myself of the clutches of the bed and bent down to release the nocturnal pouch from the catheter. Then I realised a Eureka moment was taking place. For the first time ever, I’d woken up with in attendance!
I was in one of his ‘Sod-Them-All’ moods and became almost industrious. I got the dressing gown on, slippers and went into the kitchen on a safety check. Taps, fridge doors and stove were all okay.
Even with Anne Gyna and Cartilage Chloe, both making hobbling around painful. I just didn’t care! YeeHaa! Heaven!

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I woke up at 03:15 hours, but couldn’t get back to sleep. Did the safety… Oh, I’ve just told you this already.

I changed the dates on the calendar clock. And used some toothache spray as the Toothache Tiffany kicked off.

I started updating (not a lot needed) and completed the blog, then posted it off.

I should have been, or rather would usually have been, in at least a semi-depressed stage with all the pains still emanating from my mouth, neck and being a smidge persistent.
But I wasn’t in the slightest. I made my way to the wet room to use the facilities. Then, I sorted out the ablutions and medication. Even causing one of the messiest, wettest evacuations… also one of great pungeancy, foul, dark green. This one made me think of the Soylent Green movie. Have you ever seen this film? The name of the product itself is a portmanteau of soy and lentil, which is what it’s made of in the book. Soylent Green is introduced as being made of plankton, but as the film unfolds, the main character discovers that it’s manufactured from dead bodies. It was released in 1973. Starring Charlton Heston & Edward G Robinson. I recall thinking it was a relatively slow film, and politicians would never do anything like that. (Back in 1973) Now we have Herr Starmer, and Oligarch leaders, Murdering Putin & La-La Criminal Trump in charge. So…  
Got carried away again there, sorry.

The shaving went well, just three teeny-weenie nicks. Despite the teeth-cleaning being bloody, I was still feeling perky.
The medicationing went grand. Only back flaps to ask the Carer to do for me… then, things took a turn for the worse…


As I stepped back from the floor cabinet, I trod on a tube of Savlon that I must have dropped earlier. Cartilage Chloe gave on me, and both knees his the floor together. Leaving me with Chloe on the left knee, and Arthur Itis attacking the right knee.
This did not bode well for me getting up again, and the wristlet alarm was on either the wire nest table or the floor cabinet. I couldn’t get up to search for it. The agony of getting back to the recliner on all fours, pressing the knees each time I nudged myself along, was excruciating. But I got there.
I failed so many times trying to get onto the recliner; it was just too painful on my cartilage and knees. Feeling a bit of a plonker, I made one final effort. I’d decided that if this doesn’t work, I’ll crawl back to the wet room to press the alarm; I’ve no option. Had I had more teeth left, I’d have gritted them… I girded my loins, and it took me a lot of suffering and effort, but I made it into the recliner.
Gawd, the relief! I stayed down for about ten minutes, building up the courage to cope with the pain in my knees as I stood up.
Obviously, I’d left the four-pronged walking stick in the wet room while I crawled to the recliner. But I keep a wooden one near the bed, so I used that.
My balance wasn’t too good.
Cleaned the mess in the wet room, collected the alarm and stick, and came back a lot easier by using two sticks. Replaced .
I did a good job getting up early!

I pressed on, surprised by how I coped with the results of the tumble. And started this blog.

I was taking an Anti-Trots capsule as the door chime chimed. No one came in, but I’d unlocked the door… or had I? Knowing me. I went to the door, and it was unlocked. Carer Jyoti arrived, I think.
Nimra tried to get the key from the wall safe. But I had the same luck as the other Carers. I explained to her that I’m having trouble getting the key out, too. Every time Warden Deana shows us how to do it, it works the first time. Hehehe! I asked Jyoti to put the diabetic socks on for me and to apply barrier cream to the back flaps. Also, she issued the medications and put my socks on.

After the girl left, I took a photo from the balcony on the right end. The mudslide looked thicker than usual this morning. Did heavy rain & wind play a part yesterday?
I had a nosey around the view. I took another shot of the same area when I thought I saw a bird in the mudslide. No rain today, and the wind was far less bothersome.

Worked away on this blog, at last.

I suddenly remembered that during the tumble, I had spotted something gold-coloured that had fallen behind the floor cabinet. I went to investigate, taking the long picker-upperer with me. I was astounded when I recognised it. It was a bottle of eau de cologne. I bought this eight years ago, from the Poundshop on Upper Parliament Street. But managed to lose it. It was down there all that time. Shows how the cleaner or Carer is not good at cleaning.

Back on today’s blog.
Raining again, but not a lot. No howling winds to put up with today. Having said that, my rear end…

Mild Vegetarian Curry,
With Gung Po sauce
and sweet corn.

Three Sky shots within 2 minutes of each other.
Speedy sunset tonight.

Sweet Dreams!

Inchy Today: Thursday 31st July 2025

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Please read, and apprehend; there’s no need to listen,
It may read that I wrote it in Lalaland, and lubrication,
Or amidst a seizure, or am I practising levitation,
I don’t expect pity, freebies, or any laudation,
I’m trying to avoid malapropisms and literalisation,
Failure will undoubtedly turn me back to libation,
A comfort from my last life, when I was a Latvian,
To say I remember, I’ve not learnt my lesson,
I’m impractical, get lost mentally, a luftmenschen,
They put me on a mood stabiliser, called Lithium,
Shortly after, I craved to be a lighthouseman,
I often come out with gibberish and lallation,
My infected brain works in laevorotation,
Backwards in other ways, I seek liberation,
From Starmers dictatorship & legislation,
Sometimes I burst out in lacrimation!

I am often confused & bemused, strife-ridden,  
I struggle with recognition and recollection,
I hoped for rejuvenation, but got rejection,
My cerebrum gives a varying reaction,
To my question or recommendation,
Physically, mentally, I get no recreation,
My new phone gives terrible reception,
I asked my neurologist for a reexamination,
To get help, mayhap a reevaluation,
I’ve lost my concentration and reputation,
I think I’m falling into acceptance or resignation,
Huh, cursing Starmer again, hatreds return,
Caused by my writing that word, Nation,
Claiming all our problems, he will righten,
He, a barrister, a liar, I’m so easy to frighten!
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A day of Accifauxpas, Whoppsiedangleplops, errors, typographical cock-ups, failing cartilages causing a tumble, computer problems, computer cock-ups, medical cancellations, various Catheter Contraption pains, depressions, frustrations, confusion, Gladys Glaucoma vision problems, Anne Gyna stabbings,  Tiffany Toothache, and Earache Erasmus.  
So, a normal sort of day, then.

06:30hrs: Removed the catheter night pouch from the day contraption.
The cartilages were playing up the instant that I rose from the bed and started to hobble around.
I’d been dreaming, I knew that, but it was so annoying that I couldn’t remember any real details of it. Grumph!

I went onto the balcony and noticed the usual carefree parking and the mudslide in the end car park. It wasn’t raining at the time. By the time I got into the kitchen to take shots through the windows, the rain was back. It seemed heavy, but it stopped again as I was taking the second shot. This is when I had one of . I’ve not had any of these for a while, so long that I thought they had had their run. Sandra’s Seizures last longer, sometimes much longer. But this time, I felt it coming on as I shut down the Kodak Tim 2 camera. I stood gazing out the window, trying to focus on the view in hopes of avoiding distractions; an experiment of sorts —and I remained standing, checking my watch as I did so.  
I came around to find myself sitting down on 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, catheter-tube-trapping recliner.
The usual dizziness and confusion that usually follow such things were much milder. I was holding the grip of  with both hands. It barely took me a couple of minutes before I felt ready for activity, and I was worried about what I’d done in the kitchen; had I put the stove on, left the fridge door open, left a tap/faucet running? I hobbled to the kitchen. No signs of anything dodgy having been done. Then I looked at my high-quality watch, bought from Bilwell Market for £8 (Hehe!), to find that only three minutes had passed since I started losing it. This sometimes confuses and amazes me. How, if as they tell me, I must have been in a seizure, and stood up at the time, and getting to the recliner, without the slightest knowledge of doing so?   
I can walk into things, and drop things, or fail to let things go, when I am in my usual wakeful scenario, yet as far as I recall, I’ve never taken a tumble within the grip of any of the types of seizures that I’m supposed to be liable to have.
Mr Google tells me more than the Doctor does. I forget her name now, erm… it doesn’t matter.
“A seizure” is a burst of uncontrolled electrical activity between brain cells (also called neurons or nerve cells) that causes temporary abnormalities in muscle tone or movements (stiffness, twitching or limpness), behaviours, sensations or states of awareness. This links up with my Peripheral Neuropathy, episodic ataxia, and FND symptoms (definitely). Nicodemus’s neurotransmitters are slowly dying off. I don’t think that the diabetic polyneuropathy is linked to the seizures. Diabetic polyneuropathy symptoms;

  1. Numbness and tingling: Often starting in the toes and fingers, and potentially progressing up the limbs. I’ve told the Doctor. 
  2. Pain: This can be described as burning, stabbing, or shooting pain. And electric shocks for me
  3. Loss of sensation: Difficulty feeling temperature changes or pain in affected areas. Right again!
  4. Muscle weakness: Especially in the feet and hands. Don’t I know it!
  5. Loss of balance and coordination: Due to nerve damage in the feet and legs. Oh, Yes!
  6. Changes in digestion: Constipation or diarrhoea. Alternations. Spot On!
  7. Bladder or bowel problems: Difficulty controlling urination or bowel movements. Too true! 
  8. Erectile dysfunction: Difficulties in achieving/maintaining an erection.      Mission impossible nowadays!
  9. Hypoglycemia unawareness: Not feeling the usual warning signs of low blood sugar. Correct!
  10. Orthostatic hypotension: A drop in blood pressure when standing up, causing dizziness or fainting. Spot On!
  11. Sensitivity to touch: Some individuals experience severe discomfort from even light touch, like the weight of a bedsheet. Or someone massaging or tapping them on the head. True!
  12. Foot problems: Ulcers, infections, changes in foot shape, and joint pains can develop.    Yes, I often get these!
  13. Peripheral neuropathy: Affecting the limbs, this can cause numbness, tingling, burning, sharp pains, or extreme sensitivity to touch, especially in the feet. It can also lead to muscle weakness, balance issues, foot problems like ulcers, and loss of reflexes. Balance issues, numbness, tingling, sharp pains, and sensitivity to touch? That’s me!

They’ve missed symptoms off of this list!
No mention is made of being unable to pick something up or let go of it. The shoulder jerks, loss of finger sensation & coordination, being woken up by , or the times when you just can’t use a tin-opener or knife safely if at all, fit a key into a lock, or even get a plug into the computer or the kitchen sink. Just thought I’d mention these.

Wouldn’t it be nice if Herr Starmer were to read this? Fair enough, he wouldn’t give a toss… unless I was rich enough to slip him a backhander or two.
I officially HEX the liar from today!
Should he come a cropper or snuff it, as a result of my hexing him, I may regain my Faith.
I just thought I’d mention it, in passing.
I wrote this on Friday, so please be patient.

I lost the plot again there!

Here comes the food, from Asda,
Just 3 items missing, so not a disaster,
I do like their 1½litre Brecon Spring Water,
Sticky & Smokey BBQ baby potatoes,
I ordered these accidentally,
They may taste nice, who knows?
I meant to order these beer-battered chips,
They also sell beer-battered crisps,
Makes a change from the mini potatoes.
I can’t recall wanting these on the left…
The Halal sausages match the best!
Half & half, vegan and beef & veg pasties,
I had a vegan one tonight, a delight.
Cheesey cobs, from Asda’s bakery,
Leicester cheese inside, very tasty,
Only a day’s use-by date, usually it’s three!
On Special Offer – LU cookie,
I bought a pack for Frank & Jenny,
Hope I remember to tell them Thursday!
Cleaned and reloaded my nibble jars.

I had two no-butter buttered cobs, cheesie,
Red onions, & tomatoes, red, yellow and greeny,
Ate it, dipping it in the BBQ sauce frequently.
The dish, tray & floor ended up all crumby.

Three visits today, each one a Trotsky Terry,
A lot went wrong, ending with self-acrimony,
No seemed to be answering me…
No news on the computer help from Deana or Julie.
The contents insurance letter has seen a significant increase in cost, up over £50! 

I blame our head crook, pensioner-robbing & killing, Disabled allowance cutting, NHS running-down, Family farmers bankrupting, fibbing, backhander-taking, ex-bent barrister, Labour Party Leader, who is about as much Labour as Margaret Thatcher was, Herr Kier Starmer!
I lost the plot again, didn’t I?

I was doing well on Thursday, with updating this blog, albeit late in the day.
I forgot about checking the catheter bag. Usually, I get a warning from the flowback pains when it is too full. But not today. It filled up to the maximum without me sensing it, and down the leg it slipped, with all the weight pulling on Little Inchy! Argh!
I tried to snap it before emptying it. The photo I took did not show the balloon bulge well enough.
Hey-Ho! It’s my own fault. Sometimes, not very often, a Carer will check it, but not today.

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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.

🤎 KEEP SAFE & WELL, EACH 🤎

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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Inchy Today: Sun 15th June: Computer Crashed!

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Erm, Grizelda, definitely!
Something else will come to me,
Hopes that may come true, antipoverty,
This will fail due to the oligarchy,
Peace, end to wars; I’d love to see,
Stop politicians from lying & dishonesty.
Love all, thick, thin or with aduncity,
Black, yellow, red, white or pinky,
Stop bullies who act asseveratingly,
Stop Starmer from killing another pensioner,
Use the NHS medically, not politically
All act agreeably, cooperatively, supportingly,
To those who struggle with disability,
I mean mentally as well as physically,
Could they have free balneotherapy?
Oligarchs adverts are pure baloney…
Sentencing rich & poor haphazardly,
Herr Starmer has great intransigency,
He lectures/talks recalcitrantly,
With inflexibility, audacity, and temerity,
Sycophantically, sanctimoniously…
Tells porkies, misleads, repeatedly,
A freebooter, hoodwinker, & flimflammer,
A Labour Party disavower & traitor,
Obvious to all, he’s a four-flusher,
A terminator, like Schwarzenegger,
A backhander-seeking scavenger,
Sausages & hostages, has he got aphasia?
I think he ought to try some tincture…
Arsenic, cyanide, or belladonna!
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I’M FINDING IT HARD TO BELIEVE HOW MANY ACCIFAUXPAS AND WHOOPSIEDAGLEPLOPS I HAVE HAD EVERY DAY FOR AT LEAST THE LAST SIXTEEN. ARGGH!

AT LEAST MAINLY
Naturally, the daily intake of Whoopsiedangleplops, Accifaupas, and frustrations joined the regular mistakes, failures, and self-loathing, as well as cursing my inability to do almost anything without dropping, knocking something over, forgetting, experiencing seizures, mind-blanks, or banging into various now-damaged pits of the sparse furniture and fittings. Accompanied today by Toothache Tiffany, Anne Gyna, Trotsky Terence on the Porcelain Throne, and the damned catheter tube yanking on poor Little Inchie, making his fungal lesion bleed & hurt. 

The computer uploaded some photos and graphics early. All good. Doing the top section went well.
Then, when I went to empty the catheter bag, I tipped it into the WC and went to the kitchen to wash the jug. This jug, which I’ve used for the last three years or so, has disappeared; it seems to have vanished.
I went back to the computer, and it was completely blank; I couldn’t get it to reboot. No need to tell you how uptight, angry and depressed I was.
I spent hours and had two Carers call whilst I was trying everything I could think of that might have gone wrong. I gave up and moped about. I made a meal; there’s no point in photographing it. I didn’t eat much anyway. Most went into the bin.

Many hours later, I tried again. Being unsure which of the many plugs were attached to which bit of software would usually have made me very weary. But not now; I thought the computer had had its time and died a valiant death after being used every single day, sometimes for 15 hours a day, by an aged thicko. It had done well to last this long. Combined with my not being able to get anyone to take a look at the problems for me and all those times I was using it while in a seizure, it deserves a medal.

Making about my fifth search for the lost urine tub (No luck), I decided to make something to eat. As I moved nearer the sink, I caught the tough skin of the ankles against a plastic sharp lid edge. Lymphorrhoea Leslie bled away, leaving some spray of blood on the kitchen floor. It’s still there; no callers noticed it. I managed to stop the bleeding and applied a large plaster over the wound, then taped it in place. It’s not a pretty job, but when I changed it for a clean one later on, it looked okay to me. Barely a scratch, really. He says bravely. Hehe!
I had to backtrack because I went astray chronologically, and I also left the hot faucet/tap running, which resulted in losing all the hot water. Well, fancy that, I’ve not done that since yesterday, Saturday! Humph!

The Carers today were Manpreet two, Joe, then Carer Rozma; no, I think it was Carer Jyoti. But then again, I am famous for getting confused. Especially when under stress and after a series of short, sharp seizures. I had a good few of them today.
I don’t know how I found the time. Tsk!

On Joe’s last call, he helped try to sort out the computer again. We tried three times, and I was ready to give up. But Joe charged a plug socket, and we tried once again. It took ages to get it to go… But amazingly, it did. We kept getting options for each effort, but we couldn’t select them. This time, it went through, and wallah! Carer Joe did it again.
Rescued Me! Saved The Day! 👍🏻🙏🏻

Naturally, I expect that the next time I try, it will not work again, so I got on with the blog. If it doesn’t go down again, I will try my best to post this blog as soon as possible.

The computer allowed me to upload two photos taken after the calamitous Blue Screen situation was sorted by Carer Joe and blind-leading-the-blind.
Then, the reader was not identified again. Grrr!

A later-than-usual photo was taken from the kitchen window. Well, it’s now gone midnight, and this snap was taken just before.
What a fantastic sight!

This one was taken just after I got the dressing on the wounded leg. (Sympathy-seeking again? Hehe!)

Better get this posted. Matron Jackie coming tomorrow, and she can come early sometimes.
This looked much worse than it was.
When I changed the plaster and cleaned
There was no bleeding at all.

Fingers crossed that the computer starts in the morning… PLEASE! If you hear nowt for a bit, it might have packed up again. Oh, fear, great fear!

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Inchy’s Ode: Thursday 12th June 2025

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My youth & teens were spent as a cycler,
A few years later, I became more adulter, 
Having a motorbike license, I bought a 3-wheeler,
Driving it inside, at first, felt weirder,
It was appreciated by Grizelda,
And driving it was far less colder,
Romantically, I got a bit bolder,
Our passions began to smoulder…
I got urges, I don’t mean in my shoulder,
But she was a big gal, my Grizelda,
Lack of room hampered our kissing and cuddling,
Needed a bigger car to get my Zipperdeedoda!
I bought a Skoda Estelle, which was bigger, 
Seat laid back flat: room to romp and jigger!
Satisfied each other’s needs, which was avuncular,
I was nimble, Gorgeous Grizelda was muscular,
We merged, entangled each other’s appendicular,
Blending, integrating our torsos together, 
In the car, no worry about the weather,
Then things got astronomically better!
She moved into my flat that winter,
I was existing surrounded by ambrosia,
Life seemed heaven-sent, never sublimer,
She girded my loins pleasantly harder,
No female before was ever so yummier,
No female before was ever hairier,
Solid, thick thighs would squash yer…
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Crappy night’s sleep, broken again, but this time I had an idea what was causing the bursting awakes. I found myself with a sore throat and coughing after each awakening. Due to my cock-ups during the day, some of which will be admitted to and told of later, I’ve lost the time I made up a little yesterday.
Of course, I take all this in my stride.
There I go again, I’ve lied! 05:30hrs: 
I gave up on my sleep-seeking.
Night catheter pouch off.

05:45hrs: Kitchen view.

Medications.

More Medications.

And, some more Medicationalisationings.

Came across my Anticoagulation Card.
2004, I think. Hehe.

Ticker & Blood Tests.

NOT GOOD AT ALL!
But at least the blood oxygen has improved.

Several hours on the blogging.

Carer Ejaz arrived.
NOT GOOD AT ALL!
He handed me the medications, and I put them in my mouth and started to pour in some spring water.
Nothing would go down my throat, tablets or water.
I gagged a bit and had to spit everything out. Some of the tablets that had been in my mouth with the water had disintegrated as I tried to swallow for a while.

Ejaz thought I’d swallowed some because he couldn’t find the tablets in the bin. I examined the waste bin I’d just spewed up in. I recognised the beta-blocker, Codeine, and Ramipril; the others had either melted of dissolved. He was told not to give me anymore again, as I may overdose. How, when I didn’t swallow any in the first place, was puzzling. It’s not the lad’s fault. I waited until he had gone and just took those I knew were needed. Codeine, Ramipril and a Beta-blocker. Shook me up a smidge. No problems taking these? Or since?

Asda delivery arrived.
I explained my problem with bending down, as I do with any not-seen-before driver, and asked if he could put the stuff in the carriers I’d supplied.
Well, if nothing else, you’ve got to appreciate the way he crammed the crisps in; it might be a crisp-pre-crushing process they are trying out?

Peas Split bag,
Tomatoes, box ripped,
Tomato bruised.
These were from Ocado last week.
Morrisons sent me a pre-crushed loaf.

Went to make a small meal.
Washing the dishes, I dropped the bowl as I emptied it. All over the floor, and trod it all over.
Washed it and realised the potatoes were probably burnt now. Taking out the oven tray, I dropped that on the just-mopped kitchen floor and realised the bottom of the slippers was now leaving grotty black marks as well!
Took the slippers off and put them in the laundry bag. Getting the other pair on… Lost my balance and hit my shoulder and armpits on the £300 second-hand shop bought in c1966. Moth-eaten, bedraggled, grotty, cringingly-beige-coloured, much-dilapidated, crumb-containing from my nocturnal nibblings, bug-ridden, itch-inspiring, not working recliner.
Eventually, I got around to making a mug of Glengettie tea. Took the meal through to the recliner and fetched the tea through. The door chime chimed.
Carer Jyoti. The meal and tea were cold when I got back to them.
I went to throw the fodder away and make another brew. I decided to make some spring water bottles to meet the demands & needs of the catheter & bladder.
Yes, I dropped the bottle! I stood there watching as it spun around, spraying water all over the kitchen floor! Although I had to force myself not to cry… the self-cursing, terrible language, Depression Duncan, and general disbelieve at the last hour’s event… followed by more bad language… I cursed myself that much, and I was shaking with anger so much that I got a rare headache.

Must remember to tell Carer Joe about the phone call I had while Carer Jyoti was here from the Social Lady regarding the wheelchair. She asked questions about various things, but I lost the plot as confused as I got. Carer Jyoti spoke with her. Can’t recall the details. I did ask for her number to ring, though, for Joe to contact her.
07812 277786 Tues > Thursday. 08:00>16:00hrs.

The muslin cover bags that Social no longer supplies, which I have to buy from Amazon, arrived.

Taking this shot of the view.
The pains from the catheter tube pullling on Little Inchie and his lesion kicked in. Tried different positions for the straps, but the bugger was still hurting when I was trying to sleep later on and into the morning. Painful!

Carer Joe called, and I told him my woes, but I don’t recall (I do a lot of this) mentioning calling the Social lady or her name. Humph!

No meal, of course. I had crisps and an ice cream.
And soon nidded off. I woke up by the arrival of Carer Ejaz. I recall a little about this call.
Ejaz took the waste bags.

As tired as I felt, fretting over this, and that caused me problems getting to sleep.
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