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Innocuous Inchy: Friday 9th August 2024

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FRIDAY 9TH AUGUST 2024
After many false starts, lack of interest, and repeatedly nodding off again, I felt the motion in the innards. Rumbling with the odd, almost sloshing sensation at times that threatened the return of Trotsky Terence’s return. But not yet of an urgent nature, more a pre-warning, methinks.
As I was taking this snap of the removed from the catheter nocturnal pouch and saw the terribly deep colour, the need for the Porcelain Throne became more intense. In my haste to ensure I got to the WC on time, I had a couple of Accifauxpas en route. The first was my treading on the electricity cable and catching my ingrowing toenail on it; a quick curse worse was let out, then I dropped the walking stick, and finally (I thought), I shoulder charged the door edge as I clambered in my haste to get into the wet room. No messing, I lifted the gown, downed the protection pants and got seated on the plastic WC lid!
The motion of the evacuation was much slower than I’d anticipated; however, there was no boredom, counting cracks in the ceiling or crosswording this morning.
After a night without, as far as I recall, any electric shocks up the leg from the ankle lesion, the moment I tried to urge the motion to start sent a couple of disorientating streaks of lighting up the leg. I’ve never suffered two in a row before. She carried on throughout the day, giving me the odd one now and then, but no more doubles. That double was really painful!
Then, the motion splurted out. was back in full control, no doubt about it. However, the Kharki colour that he had favoured for a fortnight now was again on show. It was straw-like in appearance. I checked the time and decided I could get the ablutions done before a Carer was due. So I did…
ABLUTIONALISATIONINGS
Teeth cleaning and shaving are the first jobs. Careful as I was, the gums bled. Just two little nicks shaving, But at one stage, I had give me another single-strike visit. This caused , to give way.
Luckily, I was rinsing and not shaving at the time.
I was fortunate there.
The Showering Session went well, too. The lower region cleaning was a smidge painful, though, with all the dried blood from Little Inchies Fungal Lesion and the tugging of the Catheter tube. Next, to the various medicating duties. I olive-oiled the earholes. Then Phorpain gelled Cartilages Carole and Chloe. Then Arthur Itis’s patella to the front of both legs. Got Acne on the head and eczema on the belly and chest creamed. Red Rash ointment under the man-breasts and down bellow. I can’t reach to get the ingrowing toenails done or get my Diabetic socks on; I’ll ask the Carer later. Sprayed over the toothache. Nasal sprayed the nostrils.
I’m always left with the feeling that I’ve missed something after abluting, and the medicationings are done, or not done.

On to the blogging.
Took this snap from the computer desk through the balcony,
Well, this may sound ridiculous, but it is, I suppose. But it was as if I’d blinked, and four hours had disappeared.
I found that I’d finished yesterday’s blog and posted it of, and was currently working updating on today’s old ode.
Realising this, I checked the other rooms for taps or anything left on. The oven had been put on, but it was on low heat. Has it been like that all night and day? I don’t think so; the top of the cooker was not that hot, so I assume I did it not long ago.
Then, I had to check to see if I’d made any errors on Thursday’s blog. Yet I felt alright in myself. Apart from the usual confusion about what else I’d been up to.

Carer Jonee arrived. She’s an upbeat, straight-as-it-is kind of gal. I like her. I’ll not mention that she has similar problems to me, but she understands things that others don’t or can’t. Bless her. I carried on with starting this blog.

BEAUTIFUL CLOUDS
Photo Number One: I see a face/head of a beast and one of a human.
Photo 2: I see a cupid, two distinct faces; one is human, the other might be.
Three faces and bodies of a weasel-like nature.
Photo 3: An angel of sorts. A cat’s face in the right cloud. Maybe the outline of a pig is in this one. I looked once and saw it, searched for more, and can’t find it! Photo 4. A face with an elongated head. Left, a partial face. All the pictures remind me of icebergs.

I was about to make up some more cartoons, and…CALAMITY!
CorelDraw stopped responding altogether!
I could not close anything or open anything!
No response to the keyboard on anything at all!
The Task Manager thingamagig came up.
All beyond me and depression dawned.
I considered crying after my initial swearing.
So, I left it for an hour, then turned everything off.
It let me close the computer, well no… I clicked
on Restart. When it came back on, CorelDraw loaded and worked? But not saving the work I’d done meant a lot of
lost time before it loaded the working screen. But it did!
I reopened Word, which had the Ode partly done on it,
that was auto-saved for me,
My concerns were quadriad,
Enough I have nearly had,
I feel a bit of a dingwad,
Dad would say, Young-fellow-Milad…
Life’s not all good, there’ll be bad,
Earn your wages, pay your way…
Be prepared to die one day,
Cause no sod cares, do they?
Some of the things that he did say!
Hahaha! Thanks, Dad!

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The Iceland Man Cameth.
Popped the bags in the doorway for me.
I took them one at a time into the kitchen.
Topped up with drinkies to keep the bladder and catheter happy.
And some treats for myself.

arrived.
Sniffing at the bag with Joanne’s treats in for offering to wash my nightshirt thingies for me. After explaining that the cotton they are made of should not go in the tumble dryer, that’s why they have shrunk so much. And I was thinking I was piling on the weight. Hehehe! Chris sorted the medications, and will be doing the last call of the day later. So, I must now get something to eat before he arrives, or maybe leave it until after he’s been & gone. Decisions, decisions… not my scene at all nowadays!
No, no, I’ll make it afterwards because I still have to read the WP Reader. I’ll go on the reader now.
Some great blogs on tonight.

Turning off now, the need for food, you know. Hehe!

I bought some vegetarian sausages and some chips (fries) today. They were pale-looking and unattractive to me at first, but with salt and vinegar added, they were decent enough and not too hard on the teeth. I also bought a few potato waffles and halved tomatoes. Two wholemeal rolls and a pot of mandarins in jelly to follow. I gave Carer Chris the other two rolls with his other self-selected nibbles and drinkies.
I took this shot of the sunset from the kitchen window. Then I did the washing up and eventually worked out how to play back the recorded Heartbeat episodes. I started watching Series 8, number eight and fell asleep. I woke up what I thought was a few minutes later and found I was watching Series 8, episode 15. I couldn’t believe it. I must have changed summat without remembering because, according to the recording, I’d watched 7 one-hour episodes, which meant it should now be about 05:00hrs. But it was 02:00hrs. I’m sorry I wrote this now; I’ve just confused myself more. An easy thing to do, though.
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I didn’t!

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TALE END TREATISE

Incredulous Inchy: Wednesday 24th July 2024

I copied this one before Joe packed it in
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As I was fighting off the urge to nod back to sleep, my Doreen Dementia-controlled brain spewed forth memories of a dream I felt that I’d been having at the time. It was nothing like the one the night before, and I think it had just started, for there is not much I can recall. But I felt that clear at the time, so I reached for the notepad and pen to write down what I had gleaned. I really believed I was in the old Control Room at Sawley Security. I was sitting at the control desk, recording a check call from a patrolman. Ray was his name and still is, I assume.
In walked the owner, Dave. He had a grim look on his face, it took him a while to speak, I was concerned for him. Finally, he spoke to me: “Gerry, I’ve got to ask you to do something for me, I’ll pay you well, and set you both up in a decent house, but it will be in Aberdeen. He continued, “But my son (which I’m not sure he had in real life) needs the help more than me. You will have to marry him and move North… the only option is for me to kill him, and then you if you refuse me”. I was speechless in the dream. I was mainly concentrating on how I could avoid being killed. He followed up. He’s gone gay; we’ve never had a shirt-lifter in the family! What do you say? I answered, ‘Alright then, anything to help’… at this moment, I shot awake. It’s not the most thrilling of dreams I appreciate, but I thought I’d just mention it. I’m glad I didn’t have it when working there; it could have made me neurotic. Come think of it, I probably have been mentally emotional and irrational anyway. Hahaha!
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After musing and writing notes of the dream, and hoping things do go in threes, and remember one in the morning… or maybe not.
When Carer Richard came later on, he confirmed the colour as another 7 on the NHS chart.
I had a misleading sensation that Trotskt Terence might be returning. Going by the wind from the rear end and mild gurgling coming from the innards of the Porcelain Throne, I limped. Well, I could not have been more wrong. It was even more painful and slow than yesterday’s visit. The colouring was dark green, bo bits of brown in it this time. The crossword book was attempted, but I didn’t get any answers. The relief when things got freed was boosted because Harold’s Haemorrhoids bled, not a drop, and I could see none in the Torpedo. Which was so big that the system needed three tries before it got through on its way to the sewers. Well, I was in there, the wet room, so decided to do the hygiene routine and medicationings.
The lack of bleeding from Harold was amply made up for with the shaving. I had to shave today because Carer Kara was calling, and she was glad I shaved the moustache off. Sorry that I did now. Two little nicks on the cheeks, one on the chin, two on one ear, and one on the other. I foolishly looked at the four-bladed razor and took a minute bit of flesh from my thumb. That bled more than all the others put together. Haha! I left the bloodied cloth soaking in bleach and tropical-scented softener.
Then got the vaccumm out and did the mini-hallway. Made up the four waste bin bags into one.
Off to the kitchen, I poddled; I hit my ankle against the trolley wheel. Swore and cursed and back to the wet room and changed into my long-distance spectacles.
Accidentally giving the door frame a mini-shoulder charge.
Then it was onto the blogging; I was well behind form last night. But catching up was hampered by a few high-voltage stings via and some hefty and lengthy bouts from . Neither eased of for ages; this shattered my already limited concentration, thus creating more lost time with the ever-ready corrections, most of which were found to be wrong later anyway. Humph!

turned up to do the midday checks. I love her and like it when she comes – even when she tells me off, Hehe!
She is coming back later to look at my finances.
I managed to get the Tuesday blog finished and sent off. Then Kara returned. Rang SpecSavers to sort out us paying their Bill, it seems that the spectacles will take two to three weeks to get made. They don’t tell you that in the adverts
do they? She then changed the Catheter day bag and pouch for me. We had to laugh when she noticed that the right leg below the knee was swollen and to the right of the patella, and the knee had moved to the left?
What next? I told her of the red spring onions, and we had a quick look while she was using the computer for the banking, and found that Morrisons were selling them. So, I said I’d do an order via Amazon with Morrisons for today and get some for her to try. told me that the lifts were down and the fire alarm going again. She said she would not be in tomorrow, but I got them anyway; they will be kept in the fridge for her. Within two hours of Kara leaving, the delivery arrived.
I carried them one at a time into the kitchen and started sorting and photos of the things delivered from Morrison’s.
I started with the fresh stuff. I stopped to prep some of the vegetables that needed cooking: potatoes and mushrooms. I tried a slice of each of the spring onions. The red ones were mild but great, and the white ones burned my throat! For the first time, I got the spuds and mushrooms on a slow boil using this pan. There was a fine selection of fresh stuff. I to battle to make room to get it all in the fridge.
I drained the ice bags and got them into a bag and box. I packed them, ready to ask the next Carer to take them to the waste chute for me. Good timing, too; just as I finished doing this, along came
. I’d not realised how late it was. Gave him a cold can of his choice from the fridge and some nibbles. Medications were given to me. And he had to shoot off. Taking the box and bags with him to the chute for me. Thank you.
As I tucked yet again into the blogging, the Fire Alarm went off again, this time, the General Alarm, not mine. This was followed by several more persistent leg-climbing shocks.
I took a look at the right leg because the pain from the ulcer shocks seemed to have left the whole knee in pain. It was not looking good this time. I appear to be getting some new yellow bruises all over the leg. I tried to take this photo clear enough for you to see that the kneecap has definitely moved inwards. I’ll put some Phorpain on it later. No, I’ll do it now. Well, that hasn’t eased anything. I’ll take an extra Codeine.
Gotten Himmel! It’s 19:55hrs!.
Time to get the nosh sorted, then.
Back in the morning. (Presumably)
I’m back!
I took this evening shot while I was making the evening meal.
Can you see the animal’s face in it? At least the blotches were hidden amongst the clouds.
A Vegan meat pastie, mushrooms, tomatoes, and boiled potatoes with the usual No-Butter butter but no salt tonight rounded off the feast. Fresh raw garden peas and red and white sliced spring onions rounded off the meal. A lemon yoghourt followed.

GO FORTH WITH FRIVOLITY, FINDING FUN & FESTIVITY!

Incredibility Inchy: Tuesday 23rd July 2024

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This Tuesday, I spent an awful lot of time with one-moment brainwaves like Tweedledee and Tweedledum, interspersed with times of them battling away at each other and having disagreements. Trying to identify what or which was the best option, choice, or course of action that needed responding to in favour of one or the other seemed to conjure up an unrecognised third-party decision-maker option. This made any conclusions or direction-making all but impossible. I just thought I’d mention it.
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My carer said the urine colour was a five or 6 on the NHS scale card.
Kara later put a new sleeve onto the catheter bag for me.
I decided to treat myself to an early-awakening mug of the superb Thompson’s Punjana tea. (One more is allowed today, Tsk!)
I got Kodak Tim and took these three photographs on the right of the morning view from the kitchenette window.
They had, of course, the usual scattered blotches on each one.

Then off to the wet room.
ruled the Porcelain Throne visit again. I swear the evacuation monster torpedo, freed at great effort and pain, had a worry-making green tinge embedded. After washing, no shave, I realised that I had none of the underarm and man-breast red blotch ointment. I asked Kara later, she is going to order them later for me. 👍
While urging the evacuation to start, I photographed areas that needed my attention for cleaning duties. There were plenty to choose from. The evacuation kick-off resisted all my efforts to get it to move. I even had time to have a go at the crossword.

I got on the computer to start updating the blog.
When Carer Richard arrived, he decided not to put on the diabetic socks because the leg and ankle both looked a lot better. I agreed. He had issued the medication, and off home he went, a tired-looking carer.
As I returned to the computer, the intercom sounded, reminding me that the Asda order was due today. I’d forgotten all about it coming. Yes, me, forgetting. Haha!
The deliveryman kindly put the food into carriers and boxes for me. Getting them into the kitchen was more effort-taking and produced some strong, heavy breathing for me, but I soon set about sorting out the foods after a minute’s rest. I made a cock-up with ordering the large pie, I didn’t realise it was frozen, and there was not room in the freezer to store it. I double-wrapped it and got it into the big waste bag. Putting the things away in the fridge, even I was surprised at how many items I found that were out of date. So many, that a few dates that I could not read even with the magnifying glass, I added them all to the big waste bag. It freed up a little room, but the freezer took the frozen potatoes, not the slightest chance of making any room for the pie. Tsk! For the red spring onions, I have one for Vegan Carer Kara to try. One for me to try. I liked them! The Dutch tomatoes were tasty, too!
I topped up the Carer’s & Nurse’s liquid treats shelves.

Several of then got a grip of me. Whether these were ‘s, or maybe , I don’t know. In fact, the next four hours or so are blanks. Other than I know that called, that’s all of this period I remember. I know she checked the catheter and phoned someone or made two medical-related calls, and I remembered to give her some thanks treats and the red onions. Other scattered bits are undecipherable.

I know I made a meal and photographed it. (In the morning, I realised I’d left the SD card in the camera!) I’m certain I got my head down early. In the morning, I recalled a bit of the dream. That was for the second day on the trot, I think. It was a truly weird one from days gone by. I’ll dwell on that further in Wednesday’s blog.

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All The Best of Luck!

Incaged Inchy: Wed 3 July 2024 Oddly busy day

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I considered sending this code below to the Tate Gallery or the Retired Gaslamp Street-Lighters & Snuffers Association Nursery. The Poets Association at Oil Drum Lane in Bradford. I think it may make me famous as an Odeist? Maybe to the Times, Guardian or the Sun sign me up for a weekly ode column? Hehehe!
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This reminds me that I’ve still not found my wristwatch!
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0410hrs: I got up early because I couldn’t sleep. Well, I did, for , and even were taking turns in taking me up. So I got up. Grumblingly! But the last three days have taught me something. Well, a few things. ) 1) My eyes are not so bad in the morning but slowly worsen as the day develops. 2) I have to get up early to complete the ablutions, and I struggle with the evacuation. 3) To get my balance exercises done. 4) I seem to get most of the worrying s in the afternoons. And number 5) For the last two days, I’ve developed a new brand of episodes, especially today. Dennis used to affect me all over, including prompting … this version, affects only the top of my head, which is puzzling me. It came on at least a dozen times today, but they are always in the morning? Was here when I had three of them! , one, she said I went white for a moment or two. They have not been lasting long, though. Haven’t come up with a name for them yet, but I will do.
Luckily, I got up early because I was not much use by the afternoon. I ended up getting into bed again, but no sooner had I nodded off I was woken up again as arrived. A nice lad. I finished the introductory graphics as soon as I finished doing the ablutions. I took some photos but not many; everything was taking too long with the eyes worsening. The were doing a good job. Naturally, joined in the pain-giving.
I’m waffling again…

Lovely light colour this morning.
Wet room duties.
I’ve misplaced the underarm ointment the doctor gave me.
The Hi-Pressure Compression padding is holding up well.
After tooth cleaning (I spent more time trying to find the few I have left than cleaning them, Haha!), washing & shaving. Could I find the alert wristbands and panic alarm I’d taken off an hour and a half earlier when I entered the wet room? No! Well, not until I gave up searching and saw that I’d hung them over the handle of
I did feel like a proper fool!

I got on the computer after taking the above snap… I can’t remember why I took it, or even taking it, but it was on the SD card when I got to putting them on the computer.

Carer Kara arrived and looked after me kindly and efficiently. She got one diabetic sock on my left leg, and the right leg did not need a sock, as it had Heavy Compression Bandaging.
Medications were given, and she said she’d be back later. ♥

My eyes worsened when Carer Kim ♥ arrived to do a domestic stint. She mopped the kitchen wet room and hoovered around for me.

I’d finished the top graphics, and Carer Kara returned to do the financial business. She is good at it. I had no idea what was going on as she checked the emails and letter from the bank. She’s like lighting, and with my eyes failing, I could not follow her. She told me nothing to worry about. Then she went to the bank site to check things on that. The same result, bless her.
She checked the catheter bag for me.

I made a small meal.

Belatedly, I sorted the waste bags

Then I had to stop on the computer. My eyes were bad, and a tiredness of almost viciousness forced me onto the bed. But sleep was denied yet again. The dressing gown was delivered.
As I was climbing into the bed, arrived. He issued the medications, and I let him pick some nibbles and drinkie of his choice. I put on the new lightweight dressing gown. I posed, asking Israel to take a photo of his overweight, bald, apparently one-legged, deaf, vision suffering, rotten teethed, Colin Cramp-Ridden, Vascular Dementia suffering, Cartilage pained, deaf, Reflux Rogered, Duodenal Donald Ulcered, Bleeding Haemorrhoided, Fungal Lesion Bleeding, coping with Cognitive Impairment Iris, client, with his Boil-on-bum, to take a photo. Which the lad did for me. I took a snap of him with his permission. A nice, friendly bloke.

Took a photo of the rain.

I got back on this blog, but not for long. There were mistake after error, and my eyes were not good.
Back to bed, I thought…
I stopped to take this shot of the night sky first.

How beautiful it was!

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TTFN

Hippo Inchy: Tues 2 July: Proceedured, hospital bedded, and nursed!

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A busy day. Urine was a better colour, though.
I practically fell getting out of the hospital bed. Everyone ran to help me up… within ten minutes.
I was prepped in the usual manner but less regularly than I have been in the past. The laughter in response to my jokes was a little depressing.
I was laid out for the procedure. Then, I returned to my prison cell… no, I meant flat, and I was put in my home hospital bed.
Told me not to do much walking until Friday, when the District Nurses will be calling to check the wound & full=compression bandaging. But the blog awaited my attention, so I went to the computer. Sorry that I did now. The Pain!
I’m afraid today’s blog is terribly short on content. Hope to feel a little better in the morning. I’ll mention what bits I can recall, but photographs are in short supply. This was mainly due to & .
The carers who called, I think, were Christopher, Kara and Christopher. The other hindrance was .

Only one today. Phew!

Picked up early to the procedure.

Lifted back, nurses arrived to put a different compression bandaging on the leg.

, although all mini ones were helping me get ever more confused. The Carers said nothing, but I knew.

Then the eyes grew worse, and I packed up computing, too much of a struggle with the eyes fading again. Going to get something to eat. Back in the morning, folks.

Good Morning!

I’m back, well, I think I am.
Now, where was I?
Oh, yes, getting the food prepared. And on this occasion, devouring it all!
This is a ready-made, just-warm-it-up job: pulled BBQ pork and potato mash. I shelled some pod peas to eat raw with it, baked a potato, halved it, and lathered it in Flora’s creamy alternative to dairy, Non-Butter butter. It’s a wonderfully tasty meal.

Nodded off to sleep, waiting for the football match to start. And Carer Christopher arrived. I just love that yellow Bob-Cap of his.
We did his health checks, and he did them himself. I’m becoming redundant here! Haha!
Christopher’s BP result was a good one. Slightly Raised.
Only just a tiny bit out of the green section. No Worry.
The Austria v Türkiye match had everything in it: rain storms, sweat, determination, action, and a result that I could live with; a Türkiye win!
The Türkiye team had put in such effort that most men collapsed when the final whistle sounded. Boy, did they deserve it, too!
Carer Christopher arrived on his last call. He medicated me and shot off home. I couldn’t blame him!

No getting in the bed tonight. The pains of the day had worn me out. I fell asleep with the TV still on, and only woke up a few times when shot up my leg from the ankle wound. I soon nodded off again after each rude awakening.
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Cheers!

Wavering Inchy: Sat 29th June 2024 – A Horrendous Day

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So many distractions affected me today. Plus, several mind-blanks or seizures. The nurse thought it may be being caused by diabetic vascular disease, one which is apparently Vascular Dementia? The moment a few pais ease off, I nod off! On the computer, on the toilet, washing the pots… I gear this urge to drop off anywhere at any time. Then, the blanks begin. I lost two hours this afternoon. I wasn’t asleep cause when I came around, as to put it, I’d been busy writing gibberish on this blog. Took me another hour to make this readable. Glad I did the Ode earlier than usual; I’d hate to (moss) miss that off.
Grammarly repeatedly came to the rescue. But it missed one error, two lines up: “I’d hate to moss that off.”
The attention of , have really made me steel my pain resistance skills. (I failed). Codeines overtaken. Which is probably another reason for my desire to nod off?

Very little done. Sorry.
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Passed a lot.

Good Morning.

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Almost crippled me with pain today.
Too many followed.
I got a little done but eventually got the above items on.

First-day pouch emptying result.

Balcony view.

Everything bar the pork pie tasted horrible.

Carers Christopher, Joanne, and Israel called. I was, at times, in so much pain that I forgot things before I said them. Joke!
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THE BIG SEIZURE
I’d just finished the Health graphic. I recall realising that I’d made a cock-up on it… Seemingly, the next moment, I was sitting talking to Carer Joanne, who was talking to me, but I had no idea what it was about. So it must have been hours later.
When she departed, after medicating me. During this period, I was, for some silly reason, surprised at the pain I was in?
Then, I simply sort of drifted back into the freeze.
I’m not sure the Doctor believes me about these drift-offs I keep getting. These are part of the same problem the elderly lady had, whom I chatted with at the Audio Clinic last year. She told me it was two years before they recognised she had FND.

These are all photos that Carer Chris rescued for me. I don’t know when they were taken, apart from the Pidgeon one I took months ago when I went to the Diabetic Clinic, but I couldn’t hear or see enough to gain any help or knowledge.

Probably taken from the kitchen window.

I’m unsure if I may have retaken this one without the SD card in and published it in the blog earlier.

I was standing on the old bridge to the railway and now the tram station. Feeding the little mites.

I may have made yet another cock-up here. I could possibly have copied and used this one ages ago. I think I did!
Well, fancy that. Me, making a mistake? Hehehe!
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Ensured any sleep would not last for over 5 minutes, as she electrocuted me repeatedly all night. I soon nodded back off, though. It got a little persistent a couple of times, and I went to take a Kodak Tim night shot.

Then, an hour or so later...

Another.

It’s been one of my worst nights of sleep all year… so far! But I’m not complaining… well, yes I am. It was definitely one of my worst nights so far this year. I was thinking of going back on the beer. But knew that would make me feel more confused & queer.

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Improvs Inchy: Thu 13 June 2024 Red Eye, Red Armpits and Electric Shocks!

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My mental deficiencies, although bothersome at times, generally took a back seat to actual confusion amidst the physical shortcomings throughout today.
Care Kara rang the Doctor for me about the red patches beneath both armpits. I’ll mention the follow-up farcicalness now, so I don’t forget later. Kara took a photo of my red pits and then rang the Doctor for me. Bless her; she was in a rush as well. Thanks, gal. The Doctor said she’d call me back later after it had been assessed which medication may help.
An hour or so later, the surgery lady called me back, asking if I could email them a photo. I said Carer Kara had taken one earlier, and I’d try to get through to them to ask.
I called the carer’s office and got a voice message that I was not sure about. I gave up and called the ILC (Independent Living Coordinator), Oberstgrüppenfuhreress Warden and Primo Ballerina, Deana, who came up to clarify. It seems I was stuttering as I spoke, although I didn’t realise it then.
Deana arrived and saved the day after she rang the surgery and clarified things. Then she sent a photograph she took off to the surgery. They would ring me back again.
An hour or so later, they rang me. The Doctor sent a prescription for the same cream they used last year when the red pits showed up. The prescriptions could be collected from the chemist in the morning. Tell your caregivers. I mentioned it to Carer Chris later, but how or when they will manage to fetch the prescriptions is unknown.
Then, ankle electric shocks increased in frequency.
The Glaucoma affected eyes got worse as the day went on.
The Iceland delivery arrived. I stubbed my toe and walked into the door frame five minutes later.
And Cartilage Chloe gave way a few times, but without causing me to have any tumbles.
I did not even start this blog, although I did make some graphics ready. I was weary & tired earlier than ever.
I have no snippets; I just didn’t have time to.
I fell asleep in the c1968, tatty, scruffy, unkempt, uncomfortable, virus, microorganism, bug, bacterium, bacillus, germ, parasite producing, and disease-fermenting second-hand, eyesorely-horrendously grungy beige-coloured, £300, charity shop bought, crumb-retaining, moth-eaten, non-working, itch-encouraging, incommodious, Haemorrhoid Harold testing, catheter tube yanking, recliner.
Carer Chris made a late call. He took the diabetic socks off my feet and attached the nocturnal night catheter bag. Christopher took nibbles and a drinkie at my insistence, and off he went. When I mentioned the prescription to him, he said he thought Carer Richard may be returning to work. That’s good news; I thought the lad would be off work longer.
So, here is a minimum detail set of photos today. I fank you!

Morning Medicals…
Catheter day pouch and leg bag
Ankle Ulcer with electric shocks. Hehe!
Messier than messy! This photo was taken of the Germolened pit by ILC (Independent Living Coordinator), Oberstgrüppenfuhreress Warden and Primo Ballerina, Deana.

Carers & nursed nibbles mostly.
Inchy’s best-loved bikkies are below.
Yum! Dunk! Flavour!

Seasonings for the mushrooms!

Can you see it?

The third farmer’s arm fooled me!
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ARRIVEDERCI!

Inactivity Inchy: Thursday 16th May 2024

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A comforting thought, with me awaiting a 2nd Cataract and a Glaucoma operation. Cartilage procedures on both knees. DVT operations and a possible, I hope, permanent Catheter being fitted. Still, I may be arguing with St Peter before they get around to doing me. Hehe!

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A baffling wave of mysterious (to me) messages since the update came in. CorelDraws unfathomable changes made in the new CorelDraw 2024. Peripheral Pete’s Neurotransmitters made it beyond my limitations to use the colour swatches, so I had a mammoth job having to make them larger, and now I have a much smaller working area for creating things. No choice, though, had to be done, or I’d have had to stop doing my blog. The grip on the mouse is precarious and oh, so shaky. The PN’s lack of sensation when typing, is really hauling me!
You wouldn’t believe how frustrating this all is. However, that’s how it is. Nothing can be done about Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters dying. It can only get worse. I’ll keep going to satisfy my swarm of followers as long as I can, but the content is taking me so long that I’m not getting anything else done. I hope they both understand. Hehe!
Norton is confused about my losing the password. Amazon’s delivery of a cheap camera was delayed. Until then, I’ll use the Kodak Tim Camera with its blotches.
Cartilages Chloe and Carole have given way today. I only went down once, though. Chloe gave way as I was getting fresh PPs on in the wet room. Naturally, I fell on Chloe’s knee, which didn’t help much. I also hit my nose on the grab bar on the way down. Just an ordinary day, really.
Carer’s Christopher, Kara and Kimberley attended.
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Way too dark!

Murky morning view.

The first picture came out wrong?

Same view later on, misty still.
A two-tea-bag brew of Glengettie.
Accidentally!

JS order.

Some good grub here!
Fridge full!

I spent so much time getting confused by WordPress and CorelDraw changes, but I did take some photos of the now persistent rain falling, throughout the day.
Took a Kodak Tim to snap through the window, on the balcony, of course, of the end car park and the mudslide.
Several shots from the kitchen window and the balcony through the afternoon.
I had to keep taking breaks from blogging as the problems were getting to me. I hate it when I can’t type or manipulate the mouse well, but as the nurse said to me, I will have to get used to it now.
The rain just kept coming. Not too heavily, but I did note that a resident and ambulance transport crew got wet as they returned from the hospital, poor things.

Have I made a cock-up, and put the same picture as the top one of the car park on here for you again? Sorry! Ah, no. I see now an extra car, and the mudslide seems a little more widespread. I wonder if, eventually, all that sinking rainwater going underground may loosen the flats’ foundations.

I found them, but it took a little longer.
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Inacceptable Inchy: Saturday 13th April 2024

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This morning, I could not find this photo from yesterday; I thought it had gone AWOL into the ether. But here it is. Baffles me, but that’s not unusual.

The early morning I wrote about this morning on yesterday’s blog.
Morning view. Later than usual, of course. I was still in bed when Carer Chris arrived.

I know where it went. Hehe!

Got the computer on, and went into a Mind-Blank stroke . I was already miles behind on the blog as it was, and now I had lost over an hour.
But I do recall struggling with the couple vision and being nervous about hitting any wrong combinations on the keyboards and not knowing which I’d hit wrongly to correct any errors. I did, of course. This cost me another half-hour!

Carer Joanne came. I thought of asking her how she felt about one of her dogs, which she had to put down yesterday. But I thought better of it.

The day bag had filled quickly again.

I went to the kitchen to get some potatoes in the slow cooker and took these two shots of the view.

I tried to get the Asda (Walmart) bag and label in the shot. They were called Asda Extra Special. Likely Special because some of them were in an especially terrible condition. See above! But, they did give me a moment of pareidoliaing, and I spotted features of a face and bald head on the skin of the spud. Can you see the lips, eyes and an ear in the picture?

The vagueness in my head and eyesight problems were confounded by the fact that each time I had to stand and walk, both of the Cartilages seemed to be taking turns giving way.

Still, it comes!

The Iceland Deliver Arrived.
Got the nibble box topped up.
This one contained porridge, salt and vinegar nibbles, disposable razors, and bleach, as far as I can tell.
Pork pies, beef pasties, Mediterranean vegetables, Eurgh-flavourless Moroccan tomatoes,& baguettes.

Turning a little lighter at last as the afternoon went on. Wonderful clouds.

Got the dressing gown to change into later.

This great shot was taken to the left of the kitchenette window.
This one is to the right.

Carer Victor arrived. Medications sorted.

I was not entirely with it but pressed on with a mistake-making blast at the blog.

A later shot with the sun fighting to stay out.

Got some nosh sorted.

TTFNski!

Inaccurate Inchy: Friday 12th April 2024

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A LONG DAY…
Up at 05:15hrs, doing this at (now) 23:55hrs! Friday started reasonably well and ended up 18 hours later with the fire alarm alerting. The potatoes burnt, and cleaning up the mess took me three hours. Burnt finger, dropped the second saucepan on my legs and dressing gown… I’d sooner not mention this again. I may have to start looking for somewhere else to live.
I’d got the intro bit done but little else. I started on it Saturday morning. I’m in the new bed at approximately 04:30 hrs, and I have cramps in both legs. The right eye is so painful, and the vision in both is terrible… I’d sooner not mention this again. I may have to start looking for somewhere else to live.
I woke when Carer Chris arrived.
I’d sooner not mention this again. I may have to start looking for somewhere else to live.
Getting out of bed in the morning was a struggle and a half. Carer Chris aided me. Got up on the sticks, & joined in the pain-giving antics of the other ailments that had been attacking for the previous four hours of sleep… I’d sooner not mention this again. I may have to start looking for somewhere else to live.
This will be a short one, but at least I took some photos; some I recall taking, others not. Oh, and I forgot to ask the Carer to take off my diabetic socks for me, and also, the Catheter Night Bag was not attached. The lad was trying to let me get back to sleep, I think, bless him. He did mention how poorly I looked, which was a rarity. As a man living a fit & healthy lifestyle and at a young age, I am usually a bundle of joy & happiness, laughing, joking, giving, and forever yodelling and singing…
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Of, dearie me, the ablutions went hellish this morning… But not the

Bad picture of the better ankles

Morning view.

Through the balcony windows.

Afternoon views.

A few hours later. Bootiful!

I worked all day on blogging and still hadn’t caught up. I was well gone by 03:00 hrs before giving it up. That was when the smell of burning was detected, followed shortly by the fire alarm. I think the timing is right.

This is possibly my worst-ever attempt to take a shot of the moon high in the sky! Four failures, but they did have an element of modern art. Is it suitable for the Tate Gallery? Perhaps, maybe?

Huh!. I missed this shot taken earlier.

I got it within 2 seconds… when I looked at the revealed answer. Hehehe!

The burnt potatoes from the large saucepan.
The mess where things had boiled over.
I got some not-so-bad potatoes with almost dried-out vegetables. Washed up and had the Accifauxpas mentioned above!
I’d sooner not mention this again. I may have to start looking for somewhere else to live.
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Depression does not dawn so often. It just stays for longer & longer… It’s rotten!

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