Cartilage Chloe – Page 41

Inchy: Thur 15 Feb 24: NHS Falls and Rehab Assessment today

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Another hazy, confusing day. Constantly fitting between tasks and somehow not getting many finished. I had a few minutes of almost clarity of mind when I was replying to the comments… it was heaven as long as it lasted. But that was it productiveness-wise. I struggled when the Community Rehab & Falls people were doing an update on my condition. I remember a lot, at least I think I do, but so many blanks, and I can’t find the numbers they left to contact them; if I remember anything, I’ve not told them as I fumbled along, losing track of what was going on. Stuttering Stephanie caused embarrassment, and (there’s a word for this, but I can’t recall it) when I used the wrong words a few times when answering their questions. I look up the word again; it is ‘Receptive Aphasia’; I’ve now given this ailment a name, calling her Receptive Aphasia Phyllis.
Confusion reigned, and I was out of it more than in. And, I forgot to record, or can’t find where I wrote it if I did, the time of their next appointment. Humph!

Once again, it’s the next day, and I have only just started on this blog. (Friday 09:30hrs)

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Getting my head down so late in the morning again and Thinking Storming Steven having regular go at my sanity, I was finally settling into a decent period of sleep, and the Carer arrived. (07:15hrs). This I recall. But what happened on the visit, is a mystery to me. I can’t read the scribbled notes about whatever happened, well, the odd word, like, no pouch… waste bags, throne and view. This, I assume, was the view. The first picture on Kodak Tim. Not many were there, with the two-hour-plus visitation from the Falls & Rehab interview. A lot of that I can remember, along with the blanks.
Another reversal in style and content from the first failed visit to the Porcelain Throne.
Waste bags were sorted out and placed near the doorway into the foyer. I recall seeing Josie’s as was, door and started to worry about her. I’ve found out she is in a care home in Arnold, but not which. I want to visit her, but no one seems to know where she is. Her family have been emptying her flat all week. So sad!
I did ask for the carers on each visit to take the laundry down for me.
But it’s still there, a bulging bag that is only going to get fullerer! Hahaha!.

Ah, I remember now; the first Carer was Christopher, and he came back later to check I was alright. Apparently, I was ‘Out of it’ and expressing depressional feelings on the first visit. Bless him!

NHS FALLS & REHABILITATION VISIT

Miguel, with Trainee Charlotte from the Falls Team, arrived at the flat, to do an assessment on me.
Some of this section may be out of sync or missing altogether due to my FND.
Had to put new batteries in the hearing aids, and they are all fine now with the hearing problem. But things being told me were not sinking in, and I was… well, what the word? Disorientated, adrift and losing track of what I was replying to as much as the advice and questions that were coming my way.
The medical history was updated. After an hour or so, I was told that an appointment would be made for a visit from a Physiotherapist. Which may be affected by the Physiotherapist’s Strike Action. I’d hoped to get help with the FND symptoms and Cognisant Impairment Iris. They bother me more than anything physical; I know the falls and pains are caused by a combination of Peripheral Neuropathy, Pete, & Receptive Dysphasia Phyllis. I think I mentioned the electric current tingling in the ankles and feet getting worse. If not, I meant to!
Miguel got me to do some exercises with stretching, leg lifting etc. Concentrated on the knees, and Cartilages Chloe and Carole. Carole was far more painful when lifting the right leg. I mentioned that it sometimes the left leg worse, or both of them. He mentioned something at this point, I think, but that has absconded into the grey haze of forgetfulness along with other things.
Talking of getting about difficulties, he had me walk around the flat with the trolley. I mentioned , and her wobbly handlebar. Miguel had it sorted in a short time for me; it works fine now. Grrreat! Thanks.
Reflux Roger kicked off while we were talking, and Miguel looked very concerned. I’m sure I explained how the problem arose after the Mechanical Aorta Valve operation. Ensuring him that there was only a vague imitational bit of pain each time it blasted out the air through my mouth, and it happens every day or night. The night ones would have woken me up, but with Thought Storming Steve and Shaking Shoulder Shirley, I was usually awake when he hit me, anyway.
After they had left, I could not find the contact numbers for them, as I mentioned earlier. Tsk!
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The late afternoon is a mystery to me. I know I was a little peed-off at myself for not recalling or recording matters of the visit and self-loathing at the time, but rather than a Memory Blank this time, it may have been due to Receptive Aphasia Phyllis. As I had not got anything done between drifting off and coming back for about an hour, on the computer. Of course, I may have nodded off in the computer chair?

Can of 3-Bean soup, with a vegetable and tomato sauce. Two cheap but nice Asda baguettes. A pot of 10-calorie strawberry jelly for afters.
It tasted lovely, rich, flavourful and most of it was eaten. (I made too much, methinks!)

I thought all that veg might have helped me on the Porcelain Throne Evacuation. It didn’t. This was my third failed attempt today! Hopefully, by the time the food works its way down into the guts, things will improve. Of course, I could be wrong!

How did you do at guessing what the thingamabob was in the photo?
Hehehe! Did you spot the face in the foam cleaner? I have to admit, I can’t see it now, but did at the time? No, no, I can see it again now!
I took a terribly bad picture of the evening view from the kitchen window. I’m getting good at doing this… something of an expert almost! But I tried one higher up, thinking it would be easier to get a decent-quality shot of the clouds in the night sky.
The clouds I saw with my eyes taking this, seem to have melted away? Ah, well!

I clouted my right shoulder against the wet room door. As I checked, I’d not left any taps running. This produced the longest-ever bout come attack from Shirley’s Shaking Shoulder I’ve had for a long time.

Shirley’s shuddering carried on to when I got my head down. Typical, the one night out of the last ten, that Thought Storming Steven was giving me a rest, and Shirley takes up the mantle of keeping me awake!

Unbelievable! I finally nod off in the early hours of the morning, and REflux Roger wakes me up repeatedly with his gigantic emissions of wind! Not that they hurt a lot; they just wake me up with the power of the gastroesophageal emissions. Humph!

TTFN!

Inchy: Tuesday 13th February 2024

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Aha, a much better colour!

Red sky in the morning – Shepherds Warning!

Evacuation procedure… then got a wash and medicated various departments that needed it. Fresh PP’s adorned, but there was a cost! Not financially…a , and the giving way of , with the most painful she’s ever been, when I had to get the PPs on, over .
So bad, I took an extra Codeine later.

There followed another food order cock-up!
I’ll try to get it clear what happened, but I might waffle on a bit; if so, I’m sorry…
I knew there was an Asda order due today. And, that I’d ordered J Sainsbury’s already, for next Tuesday.
arrived, and as she did, the intercom chimed out. Marie pressed the pane; to admit them. Ah, I thought, that’ll be the Asda order! She got the bags into the kitchen for me, bless her.
I got the food away.
I was surprised to see Vegan Cookies, I didn’t think that Asda sold them?
Confused…
Especially when the chine went again, and another food order arrived!!!
This was the Asda delivery.
The first one was from J Sainsbury – the one I ordered for next Tuesday, but obviously got it wrong once more! My self-hatred and guilt drove through my physical body into my intestines and core!
Took a lot of sorting out.
While I verbally had a cursing session at myself some more! My depression dawned!
At least the pasta sauces arrived.
I clouted my elbow on the door; it was sore!
The fridge amazingly still had room in it?
The freezer had not. I had to cram bread and other food items into to so they could keep till later. I seemed to be constantly cursing, lambasting myself over this all day long! My concentration wilted. Not a good part of the day at all. Had not been on holiday, she may have spotted my cock up.

I made up the waste bags.
To round off my depression at this farce, I felt the pain from the backflow suddenly coming from the pouch on my; boy, was it full!
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Ah, well, serves me right, I suppose!

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I’m sick to the back teeth (and I’ve only got two of them left) at the frustration, anger-making cock-ups brought on by and the .
I know things are not going to get any better. With poor Josie going into a home, and lack of attention to my physical and mental problems. But they are concerned about the lack of Vitamin B and Diabetes. So, I get a leaflet about each worry, to read. Knowing I have Saccades, Cataracts Katie and Glaucoma Gladys to hinder my reading. Thankfully, I still use the computer; I’ve found a quick way to enlarge or reduce the view on some pages of the web.
Properly sorry for myself now. Hehe!

The came and went all afternoon. I wandered off doing the blog, to search about Diabetes 2. Then, reading the HealthUnlocked site, I forgot all about having a meal. It’ll do me no harm though. No idea which Carers came until the last one, that was . I remembered I’d got a lamb Patti for him, and a choice of bubbles and a drink. He showed some concern for me being in the mood I was, bless him. He removed the diabetic socks for me, and he left the on the chair for me to fit on after I’d made and had the belated evening meal.
Here is the nosh, nearly all eaten up. Better to photo it late than never. Hehehe! Enjoyed these. Those Jamaican lamb patties, which I thought maybe too hot for me, were great! I’ll try them again when I make another Asda order.

I came across this photographicalisation that I’d missed from this morning on the SD card. The mudslide in the end car park view.

The hue of the urine in the day bag as I took it off and emptied it, was great! Getting the night pouch on was not easy tonight. That’s how it is sometimes. Two nights earlier, I did it in a couple of minutes… tonight, well, this morning, It took me ten minutes of baffling about before I got it fully attached and leak-proof to the .

I couldn’t see any difference with the hat?

CHEERS, EACH!

Inchy: Sunday 11th February 2024

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Today has been, up to now, a nothing day.
This is the oddest one I’ve had for a long time; although the hectic ones were annoying, this does nothing other than make a mess of blogging and getting a delivery from Amazon Day; it was out of this world… No, the fact that I just went along with the nothingness all around me is a surprising bit. No Josie, no Wardens, and my mind was wandering all over the place. Anywhere I wanted it to go, well, Humph! On the bright side, Carer Shaquille and Carer Kimberly were in a decent mood, and we managed a few laughs… which were the highlights of the day!
I had to make some templates up, and I got carried away when I found a few words I could use in the ode.

Not so dark this morning.

Moon, or reflection of flash. I don’t remember taking this one at all?

A gone-wrong early morning shot of the houses.

Ablutions.

Looks to me like , along with are beginning to blow up, bleed, and scab again.
The two-tone-shaded toes… Scrawny leg bottoms, but fat at the top? Hehe!
are more prominent too! Some vein lumps rising.

Another change in the evacuation department!

Took a close up of the two-tone-shaded toes.

A truly blue hue now.

The output was more consistent today. I took these about an hour apart from each one. And a good colour, too.

Late afternoon clouds.Getting darker now.

I got carried away doing the ode.
Spent hours on it, but the result was disappointing.
Peaceful!
Aha, a misty sunset.

Today, , & tended to my needs.

Another seasoned vegetable stew tonight!
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TTFN

Inchy: Fri 9 Feb 24: Another concentration wandering day…

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The out-of-it moments far outweighed the ins today, indubitably. Farcical memory-wise, and I had to cope with nagging away at me, nearly all day long. Relief came only when a Carer arrived. Each time they departed, reliable old restarted!
I got so far behind with the blog, it is Saturday morning, 09:445hrs, and I’m only just starting this blog.
I got distracted by the Health Unlocked site.Far too often. On the section of the site, there are many people at the end of their tether. I replied to some of their comments in the hope that what I wrote would help them, in some way, to cope with things a little easier. I know how they feel. And so many said their Doctors seem to fob them off. So many are on medications for the PN. Well, to reduce the pain from it anyway. But with my being on Warfarin and having bladder problems, any extra medication will be risky with the side effects. Then, of course, I had to view my other Hubs… FND, bladder & bowel, cataracts, Hard of Hearing, and others. This cost me several hours of not getting any blogging done. So the written descriptions are going to be short, if any, today.
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Not much.

Blue hue again.

07:20hrs: arrived.
She’s brought the laundry back up for me.
Medications were given, and then she doctored the bleeding wounds that were bleeding and got the and diabetic socks fitted.
She did a good job too.

Sorting the laundry out, I had to put the towels, dressing gown and two shirts on the stand-up airer, to dry. They were still damp when I emptied them from the bag.

Getting lighter.

Spuds out to bake later.

Did the midday call. She helped me get the washing from the fairer into the cupboards, bless her. Checked the cooler and taps for me and took the waste bag as she left.

Then, I got distracted by the commenting and reading. I was on it for hours and hours, addicted.

arrived, strewth, is it that time already? Chris changed the day pouch for me.
Doctored the legs after taking off the strappings & diabetic socks. They were bleeding again. But the District nurses have not called on me for weeks and weeks. They have their Junior Doctors on strike to cope with, so I do understand how busy they are.
Chris took a photo of segregated legs when he removed the strappings & socks for me. Hehe!

Not sure why I took two of these?
Rest assured, there will have been be a reason hidden within the convoluted, warped confines of my cerebrum, shielded from divulgence by , and .

Made a brew of Glengettie.
And dunked some Maryland cookies.
Sugar-free, of course!

Got the potatoes served up and eaten.
Seasalt & no-butter butter and ‘no bread’!
I think I ought to get a medal for this self-control… at least a mention in despatches!

Went to wash the things.
Took these sun-setting photos.
Bootifu!
Amazing…
A final closer effort.
Does anyone see the ghost or angel in these pictures? The spaceship? Ah, well, I did. Haha!

TTFNski

Inchy: Wed 7 Feb 24 Guess who got the medical dates mixed up? Again!

I managed to wake and get up early enough to get the night pouch off and make a start on the ablutioning completed… but it took me longer than I’d hoped. The Porcelain Throne evacuation slowed me down.

Getting the things to take with me, and realised that the Carer had not come early, not that the lad was late, no one had told him about my early appointment. He got the diabetic socks, and leg straps fitted. Helped me get the trousers on as well, issued the medications and chose a treat from the fridge. Thank’s Shaq.
Down to the lobby and had a go at the crossword while I waited. The Easy-Link bus arrived, and I was soon on the minibus, paid my fee, and on the way to the surgery.

Heavy traffic en route, we arrived a few minutes late.
I was greeted by a new electronic computer log-in system. But it had big icons that were amazingly easy to see… I realised then that I’d not put in my hearing aids and had the reading glasses on. Tsk!
The logging in was done, I sat down and had another go at the crossword book.
Nurse Caroline came to fetch me into her room… I had an epiphany moment as I hobbled along with her to her treatment room. I suddenly became aware that I had made the right cock-up about what the visit was all about. For some unknown reason… apart from possibly , I believed I was going to see someone or other, about the results of the last prostate-shrivelling session at the City Hospital Urology. But, no! That must be the appointment for next month, maybe, perhaps. This one was about the last blood test, showing that I was now a confirmed diabetic. With a High Risk of Type 2 Diabetes. Nurse Carolyne was her usual kind, patient self as we discussed my dietary habits. It’s as if I must have known, I said. I’ve just last week stopped eating crisps, and nibble only sugar-free biscuits now. However, the highlight of this talk was I can now go back to having two mugs of tea a day! Hurrah! Or, as many as many mugs of decaffeinated tea that I wanted… Spit! Horrible, tasteless!

She wanted to refer me to the Diabetes Learning Course. I explained what happened at the last one when I could not hear or see what was happening. I tried for about five weeks but realised it was costing me all that dosh to get there and back, time in dressing beforehand, and of no use when I got there. The nurse was calm and helpful when I asked if there were any smaller group meetings I could attend. Bless her. She will try to find out and let me know later. What an Angel!
I could sense the flow-back building up in the bladder, and I knew the pouch needed emptying. I went into the surgery WC and emptied the bag.
Back to the waiting room, and on the crossword.
Departed, as the lift was parking up on Mansfield Road, and was soon back at the flats. Gave the driver a choice of drinks from the , and into the prison… no, flats.

Passing the laundry room on the ground floor…
Someone’s washing, obviously someone had forgotten to collect it from the machine, had been dumped on the draining board counter. Which is better than mine was, which was on the floor and returned with fluff all over it, the week before last. But at least it was returned last week. The new dressing gowns, shirts and diabetic socks will have to be bought again… I think I ordered some from Amazon.
In the cell… er, apartment, and emptied out the very dark urine from the day pouch.
To make room for the daily mug of Glengettie tea. No, I’m wrong again; it was J Sainsbury’s Extra-Strong Red Label teabag. Lovely it was too! Then, I got the uncomfortable, painful trousers off.

I was going to make some baked spuds but forgot to heat the oven. It can happen to anyone!

I got a call from the doctor’s surgery. An increase in the Warfarin doses after the blood test.
Wed 1½-Thu 1-Fri 1½-Sat 1- Sun1½- Mon 1-Tue 1½.

arrived. Med’s sorted.

Blogging for hours is a slow-grinding task today. The concentration was not with me, but the ability to make errors grammar-wise was in excellent form.

rang from the door chime. It was a Carer arriving. I’d never seen him before. Obviously, some carer had gone off ill or on holiday. This makes things difficult for them cause Kara is on holiday for two weeks, as far as I know. Nice chap.

I gave up on blogging, and I’ve tried to make an early catch-up on it in the morning.

Made a naughty meal.
Yummy!

Looking glum as things darken.

I certainly didn’t!

While waiting for the last Carer call, I drifted into the heavenly bliss of sleep. A few minutes later, the pains from the backed-up bladder woke me.
Phew! Just in time!

The Carer medicated me and removed the leg strappings and diabetic socks. I’ve ordered some more socks from Amazon, along with Dry Eye spray and Anti-diarrhoea capsules. Gave him a treat of his choice.
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TTFNski!

Inchy: Mon 5 Feb 2024; Kitchen Fire! Not a big one!

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Heck of a day again. The chronic depression has returned without cause or reason. This time, after three days of feeling up and down, this Monday was a down, down and lower dive. Nothing much was done; I was only interested in doing my blog. The callers felt the same way for some reason. Low & dispirited. Summat’s been going on: they were all appearing uptight.
There’s not much to report; good job. I managed to take a few photos. The memory blanks were far fewer but lasted for longer. I can’t win! Well, they won’t even let me into the race for contentment! Haha!

I tried to take a photo in the reflection of the balcony glass of me waving at you.

Morning view.

My one and only mug of Glengettie of the day! Of course, I let it get cold… Tsk!

Filling up quick again, dark shade.

Mystery photo taken?

I put the TV on and became more confused about what I was doing. Left it on for hours. Forgot it was on!

Again.

I heard the tune playing for ‘Keeping Up Appearances’ on the TV and watched the episode.
I can remember that!

Carer Christopher arrived, and I mentioned that the laundry had not been returned. He gave me the medications and shot down to fetch them for me. Bless him. He returned with it and had to rush off. It was dry this time, and getting the sleeves and socks back from inside out, I hung them up. I gave him some treats. Thanks for helping.

Still too dark, I must start guzzling the water again.

I’ll put some chips in the oven I heated earlier…
I’d not turned on the oven!
So, I turned on the oven, making sure the light had lit this time. Tsk! And returned to the blog.

No call from Easy-Link to confirm the booking for Wednesday’s lift to the doctor has arrived. I expect it will come tomorrow, then if they cannot do it, I’ll have to ring and cancel it, making another one for later. There is no way I could walk it or use public transport. And taxis are out of the question as well. Sitting with my legs bent up in low seating will give me grief. , , , and . With the possibility of bleeding, , or & joining in the feast of pain and discomfort. Now it’s in the hands of fate, and of course, , along with whether or not I remember all this on Wednesday morning. So, I suppose that will have to play his part in the proceedings, too. Isn’t life-ageing interesting and challenging?

Back to the action, Hehehe!

Back to the blogging. Taking ages due to all the corrections needed to be done. Then…
I definitely smelt burning!

I grabbed the , and hobbled semi-hastily to the kitchen. The smell of a little acrid that attracted my attention was that of a casserole saucepan, the melting serving bowl that I’d left in it, and a white porcelain bowl in that… But obviously, I had turned on the back hob, in mistake for turning off the front hob (I think).
You can almost see the heat in this shot.
That had melted the large bowl, and the Porcelain bowl fell through into the metal casserole saucepan!
I let it all cool down for a while, then took this snap of my three mangulated, misshapen, melted, merged, cracked mixtures moulded together as the porcelain bowl fell through the melted one.
I salvaged the porcelain bowl from the vice-like grip of the artistic-looking, smelly mess. (I should have sent the photo to the Tate Gallery?) I left it in the sink bowl in hot water, bleach, baking soda and washing-up liquid to soak overnight. I’ll inspect things in the morning.

Worra Life!

Inchy: Friday 2nd February 2024

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I’m looking forward to next Wednesday, when I get t speak with the Doctor. These memory blanks are concerning me more than ever today.
Many moments and a long one with no memories at all of between what I worked out was 13:00 to 16:00hrs. I noted that I’d been working on yesterday’s blog but had not got very far with it, and what I’d done was error-filled and out of chronological sync. I corrected (I think) the grammar cock-ups, but left things as they were in the timing mistakes, for fear of drifting off again. I put messages in between to remind me as I did things. I just hope I’ve removed them all in Thursday’s much-belated blog. As I write this, around 19:00hrs, I seem more in control… but why? Not that I’m complaining, but I am certain things will go crazy again. I’ll try to remember to take the link with me to this blog cause I think if the Doc reads this, it may well prove more descriptive of my problems than my stuttering and memory-blank-ridden talking face-to-face would ever do? Losing track when talking to the carers does not matter so much cause they can do nothing to help anyway. Especially since the call times have been halved, they cannot have time to listen, even if they want to. Sorry, I’ve waffled on there.
A RIGHT COCK-UP WITH BAR was then committed. I misplaced for several hours. Started a search when I was up to it, so angry with myself! Gave up, thinking, I must have put or dropped it in the waste bag somehow, and it had been put down the chute!
Certain it had gone missing, a Mega-Depression took hold of me. was gifted to me when I broke the last camera. I so appreciated that gesture, too; now I felt worthless. The joy when I found it hours later and started taking some evening shots was incalculable!
Of course, this meant far fewer shots for the blog.
The period between realising and thinking after the search I’d lost it, was a terrible time.
Now, on with the scintillating, captivating, amusing, pragmatic, fascinating Inchy Today Blog. Hehe!.

I was woken when the Carer arrived at 07:10hrs. Not with it really, still so tired and sleepy. was an angel, she got the cream in the dodgy looking legs, the diabetic socks on for me, and all in a rush, she did a good job. The visit time being halved is making it all a rush nowadays. Can’t be helped, though. Thanked her and she took the rubbish bag with her on her departure. Such a nice gal.
Took another bag I’d made to the door.

The day bag soon filled up!

End car park, no mud at all this lunchtime.

Sun fighting through, temporarily.
Wonderful clouds.

Carer Chris called, not that I can remember that much about what happened. The computer work was going so slowly and mistake-ridden. Spent ages repeatedly searching for . Lost hours.

Found the camera!!!
I’d apparently dropped into a shoe near the computer? How, when or why?

I used it immediately to take some sunset shots. I was overjoyed at finding it and lost my guilt.

First, a wide shot.
Then a little closer.
Then another, but not happy with the quality...
Tried again…
Not happy with this.
Made a right mess this time. Seemed to get a shadow shot of the slit, and gave up!

TTFNski, Each!

Inchy: Thursday 1st February 2024

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Another in and out of it day. Emotions, feelings, confidence, and concentration goings from one extreme to the other constantly. I’ve got to go see the Doctor next Wednesday… hang on, I’ll check that on the calender…
Yes, on Wednesday at 08:45hrs. Carer Kara rang to arrange a lift for me with Easy-Link, I’m awaiting confirmation of if they can do it or not.
has been social today, I’ve had many visits from him. Conversely, and have been very kind, not one giving way episode today from either of them ♥.
As I mentioned, my concentration has been terrible. With , and the gums, both painful and it’s a good job the Cartilage Twins eased off.
Here we go with the photo reminders. Haha!
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Looks like a sunburnt foot on the night pouch?

I became of multiple pains coming from and . Along with both & , as the Carer Arrived to wake me up at 07:15hrs.
Then, as he removed the socks that should have been done last night and put new ones on, we both noticed the shape and state of my legs. A photo was taken of them…
Swelling up had started again!.
had flared up as well.
Also, with Vanessa having a go, the white toe ends are more predominant now. Of course, it’s just pain. A man of my calibre, with a phenomenal in-built pain resistance, it did not bother me in the slightest; I’ll not even mention .

Medications were given to me.

Window Cleaner Joe arrived. I was just about to go to visit the . He soon got the windows done and was off like a shot; he was very busy. Managed to bore him a little while he was doing them within earshot. Hehehe!

But things were again slow to start, and the first dollop was like concrete, then Trotsky followed up… and kept coming and coming… Hahaha!

It took me a while to clean ‘things’ up.
It seems impossible, but this did happen. When I first got the used Depends off, and new ones on…
the pouch had all but filled up?
Beats me!

End car park shot with .

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Got some spuds in the crock to add to the the remnants of yesterday’s stew. These were different spuds from yesterday, but they, too, had some blight! Threw some of them away. And more later when I cut them to reveal that had blight inside.

After Carer Kara departed, things were vague, to say the least. Thankfully I took photos to assist.
Not many of these made it into the stew. Plenty, most of them, went into the bin bag. Humph!
Must have taken this much earlier.

Ah, a mug of tea that didn’t get drunk (went cold) and a banana that was eaten (Skin seen in the bin).

I seemed to resume my awareness partially, as the pouch filled up again…
I was lucky this one didn’t burst!

Aha! The evening shot of the night lights.
Artistic, but not what I wanted. Hehe!

But the solid torpedo first routine made sure that bled a bit, then go soak in type splashes and spitting gunk that followed the original torpedos.

Mor spuds to throw away.
Served up the meal after Carer Chris had had a little bowl for a treat.

Went with the night pouch tube in hand to wash up the pots. Got sidetracked with the beautiful belated sunset.
Slowly got dimmer as I took each photo.
Bootiful!

on the trolley wheel, as I was putting the things into the drainer.
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Didn’t half make me jump!
Ha-Ha!

TTFNski, each

Inchy: Wednesday 31st January 2024

Ode hue in the flat this morning?

In the kitchen, too?

Nocturnal Nibbling Guilt!

Had a go at the crossword.
That hue is there again?

I got some of the fresh Ada peeled potatoes and cut them up in my intended vegetable stew meal.
Threw most of them away, above is what they looked like inside when sliced…
The thumb this time!
About half of them were alright.

Morning view from the kitchen.

I returned to the main (other) room and wanted to take a photo of the day bag that had filled to the max. So quickly. Could I find what I’d done with ? No! I started a search worthy of Sherlock Holmes, I thought, but it seemed to have disappeared! Hello, grinding in the innards, off to the wet room for another try at an evacuation…
I had a rinse, got a fresh pyjama top and dressing gown on, and went back for another look for the camera. As I was going from one room to another, only three arrived anyway. I was just telling him of my losing the camera… and I remembered where it was… I’d had it with me for the 90-minute search in the pocket of the jammie top! Well, fancy that? Me forgetting something. He saw the funny side. He didn’t put the ankle or leggings straps on, as I’d hoped to get a shower. This didn’t happen, thanks to the blanks!

At long last, I made a start on the blogging…
As the food delivery arrived… That’s the Iceland order that I thought was for next Wednesday! Done it again! I need help, but the Carer can’t do much; the visit times have been halved from 30 to 15 minutes. No time to get everything done that’s needed. Had I needed the ankle & leg strapping put on, Shaq would have had to leave when the time Sean was out. So, no help with dressing or Phorpain gelling on Arthur Itis, Cartilage Chloe or Carole either. Can’t do owt about it, I’m afraid that’s how it is, so be it. Grumph! Back on with the blogging, they tell me I am a little blogger. Hehehe!.

The goods were put away. And what a struggle it was! I swore not to make another order for any food until after next week! Pee’d off with myself now!
Moroccan tomatoes, Eurgh!
Treats for the helpers.
Basics.
Food shoved in the fridge.
And freezer.

I took a shot from the balcony of the end car park.

Did the midday call. She struggled and had to go in case she overran on the schedule. She still made sure things were okay with me. She is off on holiday for a fortnight… that is well-earned, but it shattered my confidence. There’ll be no financial assistance/guidance for a while now. She’s bound to be missed by all of us, such a helpful treasure.

Well, it’s more like one dirty, great, long one. I’m unaware of when it started, but Carer Israel was ringing the chime and came in, and I didn’t know what was what? Don’t laugh or say why bother mentioning it. I’d not done any work on the blog… what was I doing? I may never know!

I perked up a bit and quickly took the BP of; he had to shoot off.

I got the sliced spuds out of the slow cooker and into the stewpan on the stove.
Then, I added some tomatoes and chunky vegetables to the mix, stirred it well, and turned off the heat. So that will be an easy-to-prep meal later.

Back for a third try...
If I don’t pass something soon, an explosion is likely! I hope not like… Haha!

Evening shot.
A terrible shot of the houses below.

A little harder this one.

Went to get the meal heated up, and…
Getting tummy ache now.
The stew might move it along.

The moon seemed very small tonight. I had to zoom in to get this shot… I took four; this is the only one of the moon looking recognisable.
Later, the moon was hidden altogether.

Worked on this blog until gone-midnight again.
(Finished in the morning).

Washing the pots is not easy when you have to lug the Nocturnal catheter bag around with you. I tend to put it down to do something needing both hands and forget about it. Walk away, the bag catches onto something, and the tube yanks in Little Inchie… Argh! Twice tonight! But at least the release valve wasn’t knocked open. I got sorted and thought I’d better get my head down for some much-needed sleep.
Hahaha! As if!

Cheers, everyone.

Inchy: Tuesday 30th January 2024

So, busy a day again…
The memory losses, blanks a pain,
There was only one trip to the Porcelain!
Only one person called me a lamebrain,
Frustrations, mixed messages from my brain,
Errors, confusion, errors; all a bane!
So many medications… but never cocaine,
Think of the poor devils in Ukraine…
I’ll try never to complain again!

The diabetic socks, I forgot to take off again.
I think I’ve laddered them?
During the night I’d been wen by the usual Thought Storms, and last night, a sharp pain under one of my toes. Why? No idea, until a carer arrives to have a look at the toes for me.

A smidge dark.

Medicalistationings tended to.

Gottwo spuds out to have later. (11 hours later, it turned out to be) Tsk!

Made the only brew of the day.
And let it go cold. Humph!

Topped up the Nurses, Carers & deliverymen nimble box on the carer’s table.

arrived. After giving me the medications, she took off my socks and investigated the painful toe. She thought it looked like a verruca or corn coming on.
We realise this must have been caused by the going out shoes yesterday with all the hobbling. She put some cream on the toe for me. The Asda delivery arrived while Marie was with me. Marie took the bags into the kitchen from the door to the kitchen. After the gal departed, I set to putting the food away.
Fresh foods for the fridge.
Frozen for the freezer.
Cupboard supplies.
Nibble Treats.
Cleaning stuff.
The fridge looked full.
Even the fridge door.
I may well get depressed and tempted…
But starve, I shall not! Haha!

The day pouch was filling again while I was doing this supremely popular, intelligently written, followed by thousands of worldwide masses (and they both like it) blog. A darker colour, though!

Severe Up to taking this sunset.
Almost like an oil painting?

I found that I’d put the two red potatoes into the oven on a medium heat. How long ago that was… I don’t recall, but they were well-cooked by now. So, set about making a meal of sorts.
While making the hurried meal, I took these belated sunset photos.
A wide view.
And zoomed in one.
Then back to making the meal.
As I moved to the sink to put the oven tray in to soak with bleach and washing liquid, I felt the catheter pouch slipping down with the weight.
Got it emptied, washed my hands and then the oven tray. Even darker urine this time!
I finally got the meal eaten…
Liquid Sea-salt & Flora none-butter, butter were added to the potatoes…
A vegetable Pastie, And very nice too!

Cheers, each!