INCHY: Monday 25th September 2023

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Well, well, well, another farcical rising from the aged, grotty-looking c1966-made, charity-shop-bought, horribly beige-coloured, £300, Harold’s Haemorrhoid-testing, non-operational, acne-giving, virus-breeding, rickety, easy-to-fall-out-of recliner, with its new air-cushion. Supplied by my treasured Sarah, of the Rehabilitation Falls Team.
My right ankle was pouring water out all over the cover, my legs, the chair the legs were upon, and some reached the carpet! , Tsk!
Luckily I had a dry pad nearby, left from putting on last night’s plaster. I used that to stem the flow. Before cleaning up, the night pouch had to be removed. So I did!
In the few seconds, it took me to release the bag… The new plaster fell off! Off to the wet room to sort the pouch out, and used some toilet paper on the papule, held on with some medical tape.
Back to clean up the room. I had a wash and started to clean up Little Inchie. Oh, dear! The blood had dried, and getting the PPs off was a painful job!
The word Arrgh! That seems the optimum comment to use!
More cleaning up, me this time. The legs, Oh, and the wet room floor, too. All medicated where possible and cleaned up, I returned to the wet room to have a shave.

It didn’t go too well! Then the teeth started bleeding while cleaning them. The Brut aftershave was utilised. And did a good,, if stinging job!
Putting the creams away, I knocked some items off of the floor cabinet…
Some fell behind the WC, so I got the plastic picker-upperer I keep in there to retrieve the tubes. I got entangled in the bleach and cleaner bottles, and I decided to yank the picker-upperer free in my temper… Not a good idea on reflection; I no longer have a plastic picker-upperer… well, I have actually, but it’s in about six pieces, three of them broken! 
♬ Morning has broken, like the ♬ So is Inchy’s spirit, now!

Carer Richard arrived.
He got the medications done, eye drops and put the next to last pad on the geyser for me; bless him. He also told me that he had checked the tablets & we don’t need to order any this week.

The pad he put on to replace the Heath Robinson affair I’d got on, stayed on, and is still there now, 15hrs later! Well done to Richard the Lionheart!

I got on the computer to update yesterday’s blog. But…
Liberty-Global oligarchs had failed again with their pathetic internet service. Although no doubt experts in Smoke & mirrors: someone who draw attention away from often embarrassing or unpleasant figures or issues, and figure manipulators, they are not very good at supplying a service. But nae bother this time it came back on shortly, and up to now, has stayed online for 17hrs!
I spent four hours grafting away. Making cock-ups, mistakes and errors.
Carer Marie called. We were both a little down and seemed to cheer each other up a smidge, bless her. She suggested I try eBay to get Olive Oil and some slippers, so I thanked her.
Spent a while longer and got the Sunday blog sent off at last.

I investigated the eBay option for Samaritan Olive oil, and I found a pair of slippers that looked comfy.

I later got an email for each one of the items, on the right here.

Back on the blogging to make a start on this one.

I went for the third time to the Porcelain Throne and was tickled pink when the evacuated product flowed solidly for the first time in days. Not back to normal yet, but close. Then again, what is normal?
My releases seem to change to opposites each day sometimes.
Leaving the wet room, a burst forth. Not enough to have me over, but an excellently aimed wobble and my right shoulder clashed with the door frame. No need to tell you, but I will, kicked off. Well fancy that!

Carer Israel arrived, with a letter that had been delivered. There was a date-clash, between Audio Clinic and the delivery of the slippers and or Samaritan Olive Oil! Cobblers!
The plaster thingy, he said could stay on until the morning. So, it did! All I did was bend down while sitting in the chair, to have a feel if the padding felt wet; it didn’t to me, but started off, and stayed with me for the rest of the night. I suppose I ought to be glad that left me in relative peace. Hehehe! Blimey, the day bag, was all but at bursting point! I cleared it just in time to avoid a flood of urine all over me, the flat, and maybe the Carer!
When he left, I got the fodder prepared, and tasty it was too. I took a photo of the fine feast… but found (on Tuesday), that I had not put the SD card into Humph!
The view from the kitchenette window when washing the pots & dishes, I decided I needed photographicalisationing. I made sure the SD card was in first, this time. It was a one for me. Straight away I envisioned the higher cloud left, being a shark or swordfish, with its long bill upper and in front, open mouth below, and even an eye in this view?


Inchy: Mon 18 Sept 2023 Struggling to painfully wee!

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

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

Nocturnal Pouch.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Painfully peeing, a little at a time!


Inchy: Thursday 31st August 2023 – Cataract done at EENT, QMC

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Woke in the usual jerking fashion. I am concerned about getting things done in time and in the correct order for the trip to the EENT hospital and, if possible, getting the Wednesday blog finished and posted to give me a chance to make a start on today’s blog, tonight.
That doesn’t read right, does it?
Grabbed the Kodak and took some shots of the legs & feet.
I think I took this one by mistake…
A close-up of the feet showed they were still of a different colouration to each other. The ankle ulcer looks like it just might be coming back again. Nothing new there!

Removed the night pouch from the day bag.
03:25hrs: I was up and ready to take on the world… well, I felt okay compared to the last two mornings. The thought of getting out into the world from this flat possibly encouraged me, although I am still concerned about whether or not they will do the Cataract procedure. Odds at 50/50 methinks, if the Blepharitis has not cleared up. Please be cleared up! Off to the wet room to get the ablutioning done.
This took me an hour and a half. The shaving did not go well. Cuts and a terribly bad job done, too. Humph!

All done, although not successfully, I decided to take some photos from the hallway when I got out of the wet room.
Outside the wet room.
Hallway end rubbish and the three-wheeled-walker. That’ll need sorting with the things I need to take with me.
To my right, the kitchenette.
Ott he waste bag sorted and put near the front door.

Carer Richard arrived. He’s nearly done; just a few more calls to make. He looked weary to me.

Did some blogging with
Went down six times in half an hour.

Readied the three-wheeler, and got dressed, then had a quick rinse in the wet room. Emptied the catheter pouch before leaving the flat. Don’t want to get caught out!
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Awaited the Link lift in the foyer.
The day’s events…
Set off to wait for the minibus.
We arrived eventually, as we were taking a scenic route so the driver could pick up another passenger en route on Derby Road from a care home. No photos cause I was belted in and could not get at Kodak Kevin in the trolley.

Only managed to get one photo inside the EENT.
It was a busy visit this time. I started by going to the wrong reception to sign in… Someone saw me looking lost, and I showed her the paperwork, which did not mention the ‘D’ floor. I should have gone up to the ‘D’ floor, so I went up to the ‘D’ floor.

The lady took me into a waiting area, where I waited. A small room with a TV on, only one free seat, where I sat, and my three-wheeled Trolley blocked the other patient’s view of the TV. I got the crossword book out. Later, I was collected and taken through another waiting area into a room to have the eye tested for Blepharitis and signed a form consenting to the operation. Then, back to the small waiting area, where the patients were all watching the TV – but had to sit on the same seat as before and block their view again. I mentioned en route, that my catheter bag was getting full.

Next, another nurse collected me, taking me into the big waiting area. The lady reviewed the details and asked many questions about my health and living habits? No idea why, but I told her the truth. She made up two different wristbands and put them on me… She noticed the Warfarin tab, then went through all the others I’d got on
We then went through each one. She decided that because I didn’t know the last blood test INR level, she took me to the DVT Anticoagulation place, insisting she take me in a trolley seat. Leaving Three-Wheeled_Walker Walter at the mercy of the honesty of the others still waiting. I mentioned en route that my catheter bag was getting full.
The DVT Anticoagulation took the test, and it returned much lower than it has been lately. Which was good!

I was pushed back to the large waiting area and got the crossword book from the trolley, but not for long. Another nurse arrived, a lovely lady, took me into another small room and questioned me about who diagnosed the  Cognitive Impairment. I told her about Highbury Hospital, Adult Mental Care, and how they changed their mind to CI from Dementia. She showed interest in this, and another nurse was summoned and asked me more questions. Where do you live? Why are you not walking soundly? Told them of the Peripheral Neuropathy. They wondered where this was confirmed and what tests were done. I told them, by the neurologists at the Mary Potter Center.

The first nurse returned and went back to the other large waiting area.
Where what was going to happen was explained to me. Then, the anaesthetist joined us in the waiting area. They told me that because the left eye had nuclear & cortical cataracts, they would inject different local anaesthetics in both regions. Oh. Good!

Back to the small waiting area. Still only the one seat available for me to use, the TV blocker! I think I heard the groans when they saw me coming back in! Hehehe! But not for long; I was walked into the operating area five minutes later.

Inserting the local anaesthetics was much more painful than when I had the other eye done. But I had been warned. The procedure made me jump a smidgeon on a couple in quick succession, and I was rightly reprimanded and told not to move.
It took a lot longer than the right eye.

A lady escorted me back to the larger waiting area, where I was given a biscuit and mug of tea. I couldn’t drink the weak, warm, tasteless tea, but thankfully, I dunked the two biscuits in it. Hehe!

There was no chance of seeing the crossword clues, so I sat and analysed those around me. There were around 12 other after-procedure patients, many with carers and family with them.

The time was getting close to the arranged pick-up from Easy-Link. So I got up and tried to work out the way back to the lifts, and a nurse asked me… “Whatever are you doing?” I’m off. I said! “You’ve not been released yet!” I apologised. She got me the needed paperwork, eye drops and instruction notes. While doing this, I suffered a rather perky but short-lived , which drew a lot of attention to me. Nurses came out of the woodwork to see if I was alright and were amazed when I told them I get these almost daily; they can have me over, give me a tumble, but this one was nae bother; I’d the reception desk to cling onto. The nurse rattled out instructions to me about tending to the eye. At least I think that was what she was saying. She then escorted me to the lift and the main doors. Bless her cotton socks!

Arrived as I was leaving the building. Spot-on! Following are the photographs I took through the windows of the minibus. Where memories were prompted, I’ve revealed them. Haha!
Leaving the hospital to Lenton Lane.

Towards Derby Road.

Side street off Derby Road.

Another side street off Derby Road.

Derby Road nearing Canning Circus.
I spotted that the old TA HQ was abandoned, vandalised, and very sad. Not that my memories of that building are anything worthwhile; I only visited it twice. But it brought back the days of my youth and my signing on… the best thing in my life up to then! Great fun and well-paid!

Huntingdon Street into the city.

Above & below…
The oh, so changed Shakespeare Street. The long-gone fire station and another abandoned building.

Left onto Mansfield Road.

A little further up…

Last Mansfield Road shot as we turned right into Woodborough Road. I recalled the old days with the trolleybuses. Even the blue-coloured Notts & Derby trolleybuses ran this route.

Huntingdon Street.

Mapperley Tops.

As the rain came, the chap dropped me back at the flats.

I got swiftly out of the rain and into the foyer.

Taking this selfie in the lift on the way up. With taking this in the reflection of the shiny wall, I thought at first they’d done the wrong eye for me. Hehehe!

I got inside, put the trolley in the corner, and emptied urine pouch.
I was sorting out what Carer Kara needed for the medical changes – the eye drops starting again, the hospital’s instruction, and a copy to go to the doctor.
Put the drops on the Carers table along with notes.
As I went to get the drops from the three-wheeler, Carer Marie came in the door. I explained about the eye drops starting over again. Then she issued the medications for me. Nice gal.

I got on with updating this blog. Up to now, the smoke & mirrors number-benders, known as…
have only been down for…

I got this far and then got a nosh prepared…
For hungry I am! I took the photo with the SD card left in the computer reader slot. It looked fantastic on the Kodak screen. Carer Marie read the instructions on the ready meals, both three minutes, in the microwave, so that made it easier.
But they came out well undercooked. Horrible!
Taste Rating: 1/10! Made up for this with some bags of cheesy curls, a banana and an iced lolly.

Soon settled in the c1966, £300 charity shop bought, second-hand, wincingly grotty, beige coloured, not working, crumb-covered from the nocturnal nibblings, itch-making, uncomfortable, virus-breeding, easy-to-fall-out-of, recliner, and sleep came easily – No nocturnal Thought Storms!

Each time I shot awake, the eye was more painful. Humphs!


Taken my Carer Marie for me!

INCHY: Friday 25th August 2023

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Another Friday of losing it mentally. Not like going bonkers, oh, no!
It was just mainly to start with. My concentration, eyesight, hearing… For the first time in two days, I even had STUTTERING STEPHANIE, making things embarrassing every time a Carer called! Thank heavens, there were no phone calls for the six hours or so that Steph was stopping me from getting my words out, and/or they were coming out wrongly. I mentioned this to the nurse at the Mental Health clinic. But she didn’t seem to show any interest. I got the feeling that this problem was expected?

So, things did not go to plan. I even forgot that I’d not sent the WordPress blog off yesterday. This happens so often when someone calls; I’m lost before they arrive, and when my limited attention to the subject changes!

I think ostensibly, my concerns over the Cataract operation… or rather its likely cancellation, if the Blepharitis hasn’t cleared up, they cannot do the procedure. The thought of going to the back of the queue again is a worry! Then there’s the running out of Ramipiril for four (5 now as I write this on Saturday) days; they are for my Blood Pressure. Carer Benjamin, not that anyone else knows either has no idea when they will, if they will come before I cross the great divide to meet St Peter at the gates.

I’ve known for ages that things will get worse with the PN. Combined with spending more time confusing and my brain worries over the Cataracts, Glaucoma and hearing -, I’m having trouble getting words out properly. Running out of medications so often, the ridiculous rise in food costs and Medications… Yep… things are getting more & more frustrating and distracting. What’s the word I’m looking for? Hard to bear, I suppose. No one seems to understand this… myself included that! Every morning, there are changes to my mental and physical health… Still, no use moaning! Sorry about that!
I needed that little chunter! Thank you!

Nemo Mortalium Omnibus Horis Sapit

Good start, urine-wise

Bright blue sky this morning.

Waste bags made up

Potatoes into the crock pot

First mug of tea

Computer on, WP commenting…
But not for long…

A long wait for the to come back online

Took these photographs. first one from the kitchen window
Bootiful puffer clouds.
Then, spotted whatever this was dropped along the path on the lower field, a long way down, but you can just see it, I hope.

The second mug of tea, the first one, went cold.
So did this one cause the And, this mug went cold too! Humph!.


It looks like the warning might be correct?

An hour or two later…
No rain yet…

With three more hours of computing, the new failure total is now at…

The 2nd and last mug of tea of the day
Drank this one!

Then, the rain came.
Taken through the glass. in kitchen
Over the next hour or so
Took a close-up, Rain stopped, and later took this one belowBootiful!

As I was finishing preparing the meal, Carer Benjamin arrived. I put the meal in the used oven tray and back into the oven to keep warm. He didn’t stay long this time, bless him.
Two mini-pretend pork pies with caramelised onion, boiled spuds, and beer-coated oven chips. It was nice, even though the chips were now overcooked a smidge.
Taste-Rating: 8.4/10!

I just caught this end of the sunset!

I had two toe stubbs today. Had three mugs of tea go cold. Dropped a bottle of spring water, which rather annoyed . And bled three times… Crap! No, four, they just started again! 
The most amusing was as I, unfortunately, dropped , while bending down to get the bleach from underneath the sink unit, grabbed at it straight away, and knocked the washing-up liquid bottle off of the countertop, which joined Willie (who I missed) on the floor, bursting as it hit a bottle of mineral water as it bounced into the bottles of spring water in the corner, knocking them over.
I took it all in good spirits, though.

TTFNski to you all!

Inchy: Thursday 24th August 2023 – Dacryops

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For once, things seemed to be going not too bad at all when I stirred in the £300, bought eight years ago from the second-hand shop, Harold Haemorrhoid testing, repugnantly beige-coloured, crumb containing, virus-breeding, acne-giving, rickety, none-working recliner, which was a bit of a shock to me, as you can understand. Not exactly full of the joys of spring, but the depression and Peripheral Neuropathy aches, shakes, and pains were noticeably absent this morning! At first, I thought I must have died during the night. And the Thought Storms were not pestering me either!
This state of non-panic or worrying mode… unfortunately, lasted only fugitively. As I lowered one leg at a time from the chair on which they were rested overnight, I managed to stub my right foot toe… my , against the waste bin. Guilt at my having moved it nearer to me last night to drop the crumbs and bits in as I nocturnally nibbled away at my cheese curls served to lower my previously pathetic moment of almost exhilaration at the lack of pains coming from within my blubbery body! Then, in mid-wailing, the other leg gave a mini , and slipped off of the other side of the chair, the knee hitting, with some venom, on the, which shot across to the Carer’s table and knocked a bottle of the expensive eye lotion off the counter… Yes, it hit the deck, and the cap came off – releasing about £6 worth of medication, which is currently clinging on like glue to the slipper it fell in! 
Good Morning!
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After initial, almost traditional morning mayhem, I needed to get the goolies, toe and knee sorted out, then clean up the mess. This did not go well. However, a cheery bit came to me: The Urine in the night bag was the best it’s been for ages… Colourwise!

Arthur Itis was gelled off to the wet room, and some cream put on the toe – it wasn’t easy, but I managed it painfully! With the unplanned leg exercises, I found . So, it cost me even more cash, and I had to apply creams, not only the Fungal Lesion but Phorpain Gel, to Arthur’s knees, but and now I’m on the last drop of Germoloids!
I’m a bit dubious about the ankle conditions this morning.
Hope they are not going to start ulcerating again! Still, fingers crossed. I got the Asda PPs on again. They seem small but did the job of containing the blood leaking out this morning… Good!
I sorted the waste bags and placed them in the hallway near the door.
Then, off to the kitchenette to get the kettle on for a mug of Glengettie tea. The morning view from the window. The first two I took did not come out well at all? Carer Shaquille arrived. After he’d left, I got the computer on. Shame! Humph! I decided to get the potatoes in the crockpot while waiting for to return to service. I’d
forgotten to make the brew of tea. So, I made a brew of the Glengettie tea.
Not that I got to drink it. The net came back on, and all my somewhat rather limited concentration went on starting yesterday’s blog.

Better late than never? But it didn’t last long!
Titivated the area around the Carer’s Chair & table.
The little hand vacuum is on the way out, methinks. There’s not much oomph left; the light showed the battery as fully charged, too. Pity, but it’s lasted for some years now.
Rechecked on the cooking. I put the potatoes into the saucepan with the other vegetables in it, added some tomato puree, stirred it and left it on a low heat setting.
Got the eyes sprayed, then the applied it to both eyes.
I must try the Sudocrem in the morning. The Germolene & Germoloid medications seem unavailable at any shop at the moment. I’m not expecting it to work, but I’ll try it anyway.
Got the meal prepped and served up. This one was worth all the time and effort it took.
Flavour-Rating: 9.3/10!

Carer Benjamin called for the last visit.
I’d , chimed from the doorbell, and Benjamin came in, checking that he was putting the light on before doing so. He is aware of my sight problems; bless him. He issued me with the Peptac and painkillers. Then got the night pouch attached to the day bag.
After asking him if he didn’t mind me doing so, I took the photo above of Benjamin in the Balcony. I wanted a picture of the hill dwellings to the left of the flats in the frame. That’s the ‘Upper-Crust’ housing area, Mapperley Hall Drive. With a few lower-class ones on the edges, mostly converted into flats by the Oligarch owners. That’s where the two bodies were found murdered last month… or was it in June?  I bade a thank you farewell to the lad.

Got back in the £300 second-hand shop bought, c1966. Moth-eaten, cringingly-beige-coloured, grotesque, grotty, bedraggled, dilapidated, crumb-containing from my nocturnal nibblings, bug-ridden, itch-inspiring, not-working recliner.

But sleep would return and kick off again. So after an hour or two of failed sleep-searching, I checked the taps (faucets) and the cooker was not left on or running.
What a view from the kitchenette window presented itself!
I thought the entire sky looked so much like the surface of a planet at first, maybe the moon’s? With possible lava coming from underground.

The rest of the night was spent with the thoughts tormenting me, with precious few minutes of nodding offs interspersed here and there, each followed by moments of myoclonus.

A Bonus Ode from Inchy
A rarity indeed…

I’ve worked something about myself out…
My brain is erecting a mental redoubt,
It realises there’s been a turnabout…
And is now permanently on the lookout…
For Cognitive Impairment Iris, without a doubt…
Who’s using my cerebrum as a hideout!
Where she plays, on her gadabout!
Creating senseless thoughts that whirlabout?

She could cause me a brain brownout!
It’d be good if she’d just clear out!
Well, it’s time now for me to phase out…
Now, where’s that bottle of stout?

Fare Thee All, Well!