Inchie: Monday 22nd May 2023

23rd May 2023 / Inchie / 2 Comments

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WORD OF THE DAY: EPIPHENOMENALISM

I woke up at 05:10hrs, and I had a muse over what day it was, and I swiftly fell asleep again. Stirred again at 06:15hrs. Passed a lot of wind and coughed a little.
Then set about getting the night pouch off from the firm grip of . Carer Richard told me later it was Grade seven on the NHS Urine colour docket. A bit dark? I’ll try to drink more water today.

The innards demanded that I attend the immediately. So I did. Much less messy this morning. It seems that had made a counter-attack for command of this evacuation. I lot of effort was needed from me to get things started and moving. Painful and bloody for .
Far easy to clean up after the motion this time.
Cleaned the backside and ointmentated the rear end with Germoloids.
I found the missing toothbrush after several days of searching. It had fallen or been dropped, of course; out of sight and landed on the cleaning cloth that was a similar colour. I wouldn’t have found it but for a slight (Hard to believe, I know!) I dropped the Dettol bottle, bent to retrieve it and hit my shoulder against the sink; that’s when I saw it. I took no chances and used the little picker upperer to get it.
I cleaned my teeth, scarce and rotten as they are, for the first time in several days.
It was a bloody affair. What with and now losing blood, I must try to be careful. I just hope that doesn’t join in with them. Then, I did mayhap the riskiest job of every morning; getting the PPs on. Which is always a painful task and often one with tendencies and risks. But not this morning; the pain was there, of course – but no injuries! And not only, but also, I used the cheaper grey ones, which tend to split or tear occasionally, but again; Not this morning!

The sweat rash was less irritating as well this morning.
And far less coloured.
I still put some of the Savlon antiseptic creams under both armpits, though.

Even more good luck here; The feet, ankles, ulcers, and water papules were all looking good.
With my legs less swollen than for months?
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Even filling the bowls of water from the kitchen to The not-working or refilling W.C. water tank, didn’t bother poor old so much as it usually does. Mind you, knocking the shoulder against the sink earlier, did set off , and so I was as careful as I was possible not to spill any water or drop a bucket, and I went in slow-motion, almost shuffling my feet flat on the floor, slowly along. But Shirley was only giving micro shakes at this time. How kind of her! Checked the taps were off, and off to the kitchen to get the kettle on and took this photographicalisation of the view.

I took a snap of the being-done-up house near the bottom field.
Saw some action today.
I thought I saw a worker on the top outer scaffold.
Got the kettle on and off to the computer to update yesterday’s blog. Which didn’t turn out as planned.
I couldn’t find the notepad I’d used?
Still, I did find the toothbrush!.
Got the blog done and posted of to WordPress.

KristA Sounded from the door chime, and in came my treasured INR, Anticoagulation, DVT Deep Vein Thrombosis, Warfarin phlebotomy Nurse Hristina. To take my blood. That cheered me up! ♥ Lovely lady.

I had some brekkers.
A mug of tea and a tub of pot noodles. I added some veg stockpot seasoning and a splash of BBQ sauce.
Very nice it was too!. Even if I had made it thicker than I planned to
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Carer Jo-Anne called. She kindly rang about the red marks under my arms for me. I rang Easy-Link but could not understand/hear the lady about the lift for the Coppice Hospital. Jo-Anne told me it was on, and I need to pay on the day.

Later the Surgery rang me. Again I was struggling to hear her, but I think she was telling me that I had not got an appointment with the doctor tomorrow. She did say ‘Don’t worry’. So I’ll try not to.
I’ve got more chance of Diana Dors coming back to life and asking me for sex!

17:50hrs: So light out there.
This changing of the clocks has always had me confused, but it seems worse than ever nowadays.
I really thought it was about 13:00hrs.
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I’ll make a start on getting the meal prepped. After much musing and ponderisationing, I decided on a can of garden peas, chips and bread & butter.

I may return later (but doubt it), likely in the morning.

Well, what a farcical time I had. It’s afternoon now!
Complete Mind-Blanks (Apart from the delicious nosh) for the night.

This morning, with getting ready for upcoming the visit, and calls from Sister Jane, Carers extra calls with the medications (Fetched my Carer Richard for me, a grand chap.

EasyLink transport to arrange. INR result waiting. Never mind, I’ll try to get it on today’s blog. But it is now nearly tea time, and I have not even got this one finished yet. Think I’m a bit tense over my owing money to EasyLink, and the upcoming brain analysis thingamabob.

Oh, the lovely veggie meal last night, as I suddenly recalled. But as is the way with the Mysteries of Woodthorpe Court, with the hobgoblins, spectres, gnomai, phantasms, ghosts, the grotesque succubae, extraterrestrials, ectoplasms, spirits, or the Fata Morganas, that have been sent to taunt, irritate and terminate my already limited saneness of mind? It was thickly buttered sarnies – Really thick! Extra thick! Using the Vegan Not Butter. I had chips, peas and beetroot with them, Marvellous Tasting!. I took two photographs, and neither of them came up on the SD card this morning! Grumph!

TTFN

Inchie: Saturday 13th May 2023

14th May 2023 / Inchie / Leave a comment

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Started the day today…
In a totally different way… Well, not really, it was still farcical, but it started later than usual – for an excellent reason!
I’d had a great late sleep of about six hours of bliss. Not waking up until nearly 07:00hrs! brought me back to imitation life as the door chime chimed! I fumbled my way out of the aged, grotty-looking c1966 made, charity-shop-bought, sickeningly beige-coloured, £300, Harold’s Haemorrhoid-testing, non-operational, acne-giving, virus-breeding, rickety, easy-to-fall-out-of recliner, to unlock the front door for the Carer. It was the new gal .

Sobia got the medications sorted out as I was showing her the lack of wee-wee in the night bag.

She and I were astounded to see the tiny amount of urine in pouch. Less than 100, whatever they are, milligrams? Took the medications, and as I set about taking the night bag off… it was half full!?!?
My immediate thought was that I had done something wrong.
Said after we forced the urine into the night bag, there were over 250 whatever we’re in now. I believe I must have trapped or blocked the tubing in my long sleep. But I’ll never know. In the flapping about, I nearly forgot to take the morning’s breakfast medications. Hehe!
Just look at the gnarled fingers on my hand. I was such a beautiful baby as well!
Off to the wet room to utilise the ..

Much to the displeasure and annoyance of
Who wasted no time in setting about issuing her agony aches when I started lifting the bowls of water that were needed to refill the non-working W.C. water tank.
No sweat to me, of course. I laugh in the faces of the ailments. .
Ahem!
Dried off, cursed a little, took another painkiller, passed wind involuntarily, and got the kettle on. It was still misty out there. I went to get the milk out of the fridge and dropped it.
I’ll say no more!.
When I’d recovered from the dropped milk bottle hitting my foot and toe, I took this photographicalisationing of the house being done up near the bottom field. There were no signs of any activity. But my poor was throbbing somewhat. Huh!

The mist was clearing at last.
Not that it ever went away all day.
I managed to knock the poor sodding toe again while closing the window under the heater radiator. I did laugh!

I got some potatoes in the crock pot ready to go in the oven later.
Well, that was the plan. But, of course, I still had to get yesterday’s blog completed.
I started with hope in my heart… Forgetting about Liberty-Global!.

I could have cried, swore, gotten depressed, angry, annoyed and groaned. Well, I did, all of them!
The thought that Mr Fries of Liberty-Global. getting £28 million, a guaranteed bonus, and an open expense account… gauled me! Jealousy, of course.
I turned everything of and unplugged the oligarch’s box, and went to open a can of artichokes, for later.
Got back to reset the system, and wallah! Fries crap service was back on again. Hurrah!

I lost a lot of time trying to remember what it was and where I was with the blogging. Some stuff had been saved, others not… Bet Fries is enjoying this!
I’d just about got the CorelDraw sorted and…I stopped my blubbering, cursing, loathing and spitting, and the hostility, hatred, loathing, disappointment, chagrin, and vexation, with feeling infuriated, irritated, nettled, peeved and splenetic: inspired a reaction from deep within my limited anger box!
And when Fries’ farce of an internet service returned again, I wrote my piece for TrustPilot, and posted it first thing!

No answer from them yet. Not that I expect, or want one

The answers they have given to other suckers, sorry, I meant customers, posting their one vote because there is no option for a nil vote; Offering you a link via video, or to sites that use language that I fail to understand, and can’t see or hear anyway.
Not that I blame the staff at all. They must be leaving in droves?.

Ah, well, I’ll get the nosh sorted now.

Sunday Morning; Up at 0:400hrs, Ablutions, two throne visits, which left in a vicious cruel mood, with all the hauling water from the kitchen to the wet room so many times.
Back to update:

I got the potatoes out of the oven. Just the one burnt finger, well, knuckle on the finger.
They smelt good and looked good.
But didn’t taste very good!
I dropped the tray taking it to plate the spuds!
Bending down to retrieve and clean them, started of on her mission to cause as much pain as is possible to me. Arrgh!
Got the fodder on the plate and tray. The wholemeal bread stick was undercooked and a little mealy, and gooey. The peas were nice.
, or was it, possibly arrived as was about to take the fodder into the front room to eat it. He took it through for me; actually, bless him.
Got the medications issued. We had a little natter and off on his rounds. Not getting the meal hot was of no consequence this time, cause it was horrible anyway. (Not the peas, they were okay!)
Flavour-Rating: 2.5/10.
A brown colouration in the sky as I took the plate tray and things to be washed.
The sun got through on its way down. I must stay awake to take the end bit of the sunset, the clouds were higher than usual, and I hoped to get some decent shots of it for once.

Washed and settled into the second-hand, £300, c1968, overwhelmingly-sickening beige coloured, tatty, uncomfortable, wobbly, germ producing, falling to pieces, food residue collecting recliner. The only thing worth watching on the TV was a documentary on the Falklands War – The untold story of how close we came to failure.
Changed the channel to it, watched it for about two minutes, and drifted off to sleep.
Woken up by the late Carer calling. Can’t recall much of this visit at all… nothing new here; The were ever-present. I’ve got to get used to this. Somehow, it’s driving me mad!

After the departure of the Carer, I checked the taps and stove to make sure nothing had been left on and saw the amazing sunset.

Well, maybe not amazing, but it was nice to see one after so many nights without one.

I loved the brown tinge in the sky.
An atmospheric brown cloud is a layer of air pollution containing aerosols such as soot or dust that absorb as well as scatter incoming solar radiation, leading to regional and global climatic effects and posing risks to human health and food security. This layer extends from Earth’s surface to an altitude of roughly 3 km (1.8 miles).
The presence of so-called brown clouds of pollution over urban areas has been of concern for decades.
See how knowledgeable I am?
What? Me? Looked it up on the Britannica website? No, no, no… Here is the link: Britannica Brown Clouds.

Head down again, but the earlier ease of drifting off had departed. The rampaged through my brain, with the wicked assailant and brain invader , seemingly mixing up the usual bunch of fears, sorrows, worries, regrets, failures, disappointments, quandaries, anxieties and degradations.

When, hours later, I burst awake with a force of great magnitude – I clouted my elbow as I twitched about, a knocked over a bottle of tonic water, which landed on my . Then spent two Thought-Storm-free hours, but waking every few minutes with the regulation pullulating jolting jerks. I gave up and got up…

LIFE, IS JUST A BOWL OF CHERRIES…

It’s worth remembering that in 2022,
2,859 Americans were hospitalised, &.
166 died choking on the cherry pip within.

Inchie: Friday 12th May 2023

13th May 2023 / Inchie / 2 Comments

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THINGS AIN’T SO GOOD, TODAY
It’s gone 18:00hrs, and I am about to start this blog.
Between and the day has been so farcical, even I can’t believe the things that have taken place; I need help. The confusion is actually frightening; the memory blanks are plain scary. And although the have both been a lot less often today, , is in her pain-giving eyeholes.
I’m not sure if I’m relating to people normally either.
There is vagueness and unavailability that has come over me today, from the mind, I mean.
Yet, it’s only thinking back that I become aware sometimes. Others, I think everything is under control… then find I’ve left the tap running,
Having only two saucepans left – three in two weeks burnt to a crisp… I was 100% certain I had a box set of saucepans in the junk room. But No! None in there? I may have given them away, thinking I’d got too many at the time. Wrong Again! I had to use the small and very large saucepan. Can of veg stew in one, fresh suede and carrots in the other. Managed to get the tray on top really hot before I found out how hot it had got. Ouch! Memory Blanks galore. To be fair they were of shorter durations up to now. I don’t think anyone can do owt to help slow Doreen’s progressively increasing intrusions. But I’ll try telling the memory nurse at next month’s visit to Highbury Hospital.
Sister Jane sent me a photo of our childhood neighbour Chrissies toe.
The poor gal ♥. On the day, I thought I’d send her an email and try to cheer her up and find out what had caused it? Fingers crossed!
Jane rang me today and reminded me I had not gotten in touch, and it was her Birthday today as well! I felt so guilty. So sent one off to her. The early evening Carer called, and I don’t think I was communicating too well. Kept losing the plot and was giving me a hard time getting my messages across. Medications were given, and I think he checked the taps and the stove for me. Took the waste bag with him. So much seemed to be happening, but that was probably my brain battling and losing against .

Photo Prompting:

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Worryingly, little urine in the night pouch when I woke up.
Also, notice how ginormous and filled the stomach was now?

An early morning mystery photo here?

Emptying the night pouch and realised just how little there was within it. Was not good, either!

To the kitchenette for the regulation photo of the house being upgraded, and the morning view.
Darned misty!

Yet Again!

So, I vacuumed my massive hallway.
I think I had a search for the saucepans.
Cut up the veg ready for later.

visited.

set off carrying the water.

Still no Liberty-Global Internet on.
So I had a wash, shave and got some fresh PPs on.

Oooh!
The Water-Geysers on the left leg, looked a little like they might be erupting again. Might have been itching during the night… knowing me, I probably made them worse by scratching?
A few. hours later… well, come think of it, it was eleven hours later… now; I can hardly see any of the papules???
The mysteries of this block of flats, with the apparitions, phantoms, succubi and the paramnesias, who torment residents… well, me, anyway! Hahaha!.

The Internet resumed. Hurrah!
I got yesterday’s blog updated and was in the process of doing the notification email, and…

Grrr, Gnash…

Got me in the right pickle, then.
I got the vegetables done and added them to the saucepan are ready for this? They say… “Compass Canned Cherpans Risolles is a type of canned meat product made from minced meat and spices formed into patties or meatballs, similar to the shape and texture of a hamburger patty. The meat is often mixed with bread crumbs, eggs, onions, and seasonings such as garlic and black pepper. The patties are then canned in a tomato-based sauce or gravy, making for a convenient and easy-to-prepare meal. These canned Cherpans Risolles can be served as a main dish or used as a base for other dishes, such as stews or casseroles.
Which I am going to do with the extra diced carrots and swede. I made some gravy to add to it and hope it’ll be good.
During the preparation, I dropped the basin…
Got a . Spilt the gravy on the stove.
Knocked the used saucepan into the soapy bleached water in the sink. Got down a bit sharpish to dry the water so it didn’t set of the water alarm… Hit my head on the draining board…
Dropping the walking stick, on the ingrowing toenail, I nearly blew my top or cried!.

Photographed the end car park while the sun was out.
An hour later, I took this of the sky.

Finally got the floor cleaned up and checked on the meal.

Made a start on this blog.
Faffled about, and gave up.

Late Carer arrived. To put the night pouch on. I asked not to, as I had to make my late meal yet, and I have difficulty going around the kitchen cooking and cleaning up with the walking stick and carrying the night pouch with me. I assured her I’d be able to put it on, as was not giving me any bother. No medications were needed.

Got the nosh sorted.

Back in the morning… He says!

Certainly not an attractive-looking feast in the slightest!
But this vegetable stew tasted excellent to me.
Flavour-Rating: 8.8/10. Lemon Mousse dessert.

I got the night pouch attached with amazing ease.
But in the morning – there were problems and confusion!.
That’ll be in tomorrow’s blog.
It all came out right in the end – Hehehe!

Sweet Dreams!

Inchie: Monday 8th May 2023

9th May 2023 / Inchie / 4 Comments

05:10hrs, I stirred back into ersatz-like life. I was so depressed even I couldn’t realise why? But I was still greeted with an ominously fearful dose of a . It almost physically hurt, not knowing why!
I sat there in the half-light of the morning with an irresistible urge to find the cause of my disparagement & neurasthenia. I can honestly say that I have never. or don’t recall, in all my years, waking up in such a state of mental flux and unbalanced thoughts, but none of them was clear enough to grasp?
I must have argued with and challenged myself, questioning not only my sanity but also momentarily considering the thought that I may have kicked the bucket and was in the Ka stage?
I instantly came out of the odd mood I woke up in. The second I realised what I was thinking.
A rarity ensued, not known in a long time: I laughed out loud at myself, followed by a procession of self-derogatory verbals and then a blessed relief of knowing it didn’t matter why I woke in such a mental mess anyway; I just did But, now it had Cleared! I felt a bit of a clot, to be frank!

The freshly, newly inspired, almost back to normal (not that it is anything to shout about, of course), but with a degree of determination, Inchie set to and tackled removing the attached night bag. Carer Richard later gave it a colour coding of 4 – not so good.

Getting on my feet, I noticed the state of my right ankle. No doubt it will transmogrify later in the day. It tends to do that diurnally recently

I checked that the taps or stove had not been left on, or that the fridge or freezer door was not open.

Then, the were tackled. No fears or concerns about this, though. this was (even if only temporarily), The new Inchie; Brave, bold and brash, heroic… (Oh, never mind that bit.) A heartening start; there was no demand to utilise the toilet yet, so I was well pleased with not having to go through the pain of fetching water… at least yet!
Apart from yet again not cleaning my teeth – I think I must be nervous if the bleeding each time? Chicken! Things went tremendously well this morning! I joke not when I tell you, there was just one cut shaving! Honestly! And that was a tiny one that stopped on its own accord!.
When showered and shaved, I saw that some toe ends were white again. Even weirder, I seem to have what I think was a water papules coming up on top of my left foot?
It’s odd how quickly these can grow… yet seem to almost disappear even quicker?
The Mysteries of the old man in Flat Number 72, Woodthorpe Court. With its hobgoblins, spectres, gnomai, phantasms, ghosts, grotesque succubae, extraterrestrials, ectoplasms, spirits, or the Fata-Morganas, that have been sent to taunt, irritate and terminate my already limited saneness of mind. And the landlord’s habit of leaving me in agony having to fetch at least two buckets of water due to the W.C. tank that’s not refilled for five weeks, and advised me it will be four more weeks before any help arrives. And I’ve just voted for them too! Hehehe!

Got the dressing gown on, and couldn’t manage the slippers, but I’ll ask a Carer if they can help. Of course, I forgot to, so went barefooted for the day! I took this drab photo of the drab morning; as I did, the innards told me to make use of the . So, I did!

ensured it was a concrete-like, bloody and painful event.
Kicked-off on the first bucket of water fetched, and she is still giving me grief! I wish someone would mention this to the Nottingham City Homes Maintenance team. Then again, no! I can put up with it. My being a courageous, heroical, pain-tolerant, brave, steadfast, stouthearted, indefatigable, hale & hearty, full of the joys of spring sort of fit & healthy, sport-loving young man, who has to fight women of and am practically an oligarch, good looking too. Ahem!
I think?

The sunshine nearly got out then! A close call.
But the drizzle started again.

I’ll see if there’s been any progress on the rich nearby neighbour’s house that’s being extended.

Nope. Then again, I think I’ve put the wrong picture on here. It vaguely reminds me of one I took earlier in the week? Hard to believe that I could make such a mistake. He says lyingly!

Oh, I forgot, when Carer Richard came earlier, he checked the medications and dates on the foods for me. He told me the chips needed eating by today.
He got a can of stew from the fridge and recommended I had them together for my nosh. So, that’s what I’m about to do now.

Back later, or in the morning…
I hope…

I’m back; late on Tuesday morning. Catch-Up time…

Carer Jodie called, with Carer Rhamat (I think), to change , adding the night bag to show Rhamat (I think), how to do it. No medications were needed. Wish I had taken some later). A mini-natter, and they took the waste bags with them on leaving.

THE MEAL – A REET TREAT!

Veg stew, with added roasted mini-potatoes.
Flavoured with Oxo veg cubes, liquid sea salt and
delightfully tangy Przyprawa seasoning.
Flavour Rating; 8.2/10.
Grrreat!

No sooner had I got settled into the c1968, non-operational, tatty, scruffy, unkempt, uncomfortable, germ-breeding, Harold Haemorrhoid-Testing, sickenly beige-coloured recliner, both the and launched their tormenting excruciation at me.
It took hours for things to calm down enough to get some sleep. Why I didn’t get up and take some of the extra painkillers from the drawer, I can’t understand? Maybe I did?
Ah, then again, the last time I got up for something after settling with the attached, I had an and fell over the tubing!.

At least the relented for once.