Inchie: Wednesday 31st May 2023

1st June 2023 / Inchie / 2 Comments

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The busiest day for Inchie, in how many years? A few! I tried to smile way through the ever-increasing mayhem I went through. And was not very successful!
This is being done ASAP on Thursday morning, before the arrival of the lift to the hospital. Still not sure if a Carer could be found to go with me yet – short notice given to us. Here we go…

Night pouch dark again.
Not a lot, either?

Ablutions, getting short of the Terbinafine cream.
Only two cuts shaving. Porcelain Throne messy again.
Someone (Not me) had flushed the WC. More trips to fetch water
Back-Pain Brenda complaining.
Yet another intermittent ailment now. Short sharp stabbing pains under my left nipple in the ribs? Ah, well!

Got the paperwork ready to be sorted, saved or Shredded.
Made a brew, and it went cold. Computer on and…
Back on in ten-minutes then… five later…
Fifteen minutes later, after resetting the box, it went back on.
Gave up!

Cleaned the hallway and sorted the waste bags.

Virgin is back on!
Computing again… for an hour or so…
Turned it off, as a Carer arrived to help me sort put my paperwork.
This took us ages and yonks.
No chance to get blogging again.

Carer Kara came to assist me with medicationalisationing and planning for the upcoming trip to the hospital. ♥ And arrange a visit to the bank re statements and my problems with the account.

During this we tried to find out if there was a cash machine in the City Hospital I could use, to make sure I had enough money with me to pay for the hospital & next week’s Bank meeting lift. I looked it up on the computer again and found this below.

Great!

Then…
Turned off the computer. I’ll try to get up early and get on with this blog sorted out… Humph! Cause Liberty-Global Virgin Media is going down tomorrow for several hours. (As it hadn’t been already!)

Can’t recall the other things that happened..

Did find this photo of the meal mind you.
I enjoyed it, I think.

And found this in the paperwork we were sorting out.
Lot’s left to do on this, yet.

I wonder how many of these crimes were committed by
Parole Board Wankers freeing them early?
Just a thought.

TTFN must dash to final prepping for the hospital.
That is if they can find someone to go with me?
Or (As they said at the hospital) no cataracts will be done
without a Carer attending with me. And I’ll go back to the
start of the waiting list. Please, No!

Cheers!

Inchie: Sunday 28th May 2023

29th May 2023 / Inchie / 8 Comments

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A Jolly Good Morning to you…
I greeted the world with a rendition of “Oh, what a Beautiful Morning”, followed by “Onward Christian Soldiers”. Bounded out of the second-hand, £300, c1968, overwhelmingly-sickening beige coloured, tatty, uncomfortable, wobbly, germ-producing, falling to pieces, food residue-collecting recliner, and did a few rounds of shadow-boxing. Then 10 minutes on the weight lifting, and went out onto the balcony, and Yodelled Frank Ifield’s “She Taught Me To Yodel…

Or…

I stirred after only about four hours worth of kip, checked the clock, 04:45hrs, and swiftly fell back to sleep.
Woke with a nervous tic attached to my left eye, and checked the clock again, 05:00hrs.
I considered the option of getting up… Zzz!
06:00hrs the next time I woke, still with the nervous tic in the left eye. Danged annoying that was!
Back to Kip, I floated… Not waking until gone 07:00hrs! The tic still twitching away.
I even had to force myself then to rise from the comfort (that’s not the right word) of the recliner, to grapple with getting the night bag from . It soon dawned on me, that the night pouch had not been attached.
If I remember rightly, I must have forgotten to ask the Carer to do it. Of had I taken it off myself earlier? I think not, because the urine in the day bag was a deep brown-red. I stood and caught my balance, reached for , took off the dressing gown to cool me cool down, and went off to utilise, in response to the early call to the . Once0 again, was in control, very messy! However, ailment number 21, , after carrying the buckets of water to refill the not-working for 9 weeks now W.C. water tank, was far easier than she has been lately. That is thanks to the Carers rubbing in the Phorpain Gel regularly for me for a few days now. Easing the discomfort. But, as usual, the started off, as if to cover for BPB’s absence. Hehehe!
I got the computer on, determined to get yesterday’s blog sorted ASAP.
After five minutes of putting the photographs in from the Kodak SD card, and I realised many pictures that I took last night, were not there! Tsk! – !

Then, I got a bit of a shock, sat sitting here, again wearing only , and the morning Carer came into the room! Somehow I’d not heard the chime.
I clabbered about to get the dressing gown back on sharpishly. got the medications sorted. Then got some gel rubbed into my back. Very welcome! Cheers!
Peptac taken. But no Paracetamols were needed.
I believe that Phorpain, which has Ipobrufen in it, serves as an extra painkiller? Having it rubbed in so often, it gives me a chance to reduce the drugs I’m taking. I’ll see how the pain levels go… Huh! As I typed about this, would you believe that the started off again?

I got the Saturday blog finished, and I posted it off to WordPress.

demand number two arrived. was even more dominant on this visit.
I dropped the PPs, sat, shat and was upright again within literally seconds! The mess was unbelievable and took me ages to clean up, and the bending to wash things disturbed , who was accompanied by a more persistent ! So much for cutting back on the drugs! I thought I’d better take another Galphram in hopes of controlling ‘s appetite for wet, smelly, gooey evacuationing!
The pins and plates seemed to be looking better.
Apart from the ankles of course.
Then, the urine started flowing a lot easier and faster for an hour or so. And a lot clearer and lighter colour, too!
I’ve not had a good stubbing for a long time now. This one was a cracker! Not that it bothered me, of course.
Pain means nothing to me at all.

Josie a The door chime chimed. It does that! I’ve noticed it a few times. Hehe!
It was neighbour Josie from across the hall. The poor gal was having trouble with her kettle again. Despite my acute lack of knowledge and fear of anything mechanical, technical or complicated, I went in to see if I could help her. I think I worked out what it was, too. I could be wrong, of course. But believe that the insert into the base looked worn a little. So filled her kettle up, and it worked! She’ll need a new one, though, to be on the safe side with electrics. She went to Wilko, but they had none in stock. So, a made her a mug of coffee, said my farewells and returned to the flat. And ordered her one from Asda, I hope her current one lasts until it arrives.

Got an email from old friend Chrissie, telling me that the cataract replacement is a ‘Doddle’, to use her own words. That was kind of her; she always knew what I was thinking 66 years ago when we were neighbours. and a lot younger. Hehehe!
Chrissie said she’d had two cataracts done. She mentioned a procedure she has to go through, regularly with an injection in her eye. I looked it up. I think it is called ‘Laser Injection Photo Dynamic’. Bless her! ♥ I asked her if she found out what it was that was eating her toe.

Got the oven heating up, and a can of Golokowa ready, then peas & carrots in the saucepan. All I have to do when the potatoes are cooked is get some slabs of the Flora Non-Butter butter in a couple of bread rolls. We’ll see how it goes; my plans are famous for their failures!

I’ll see if I can get it done before the night carer arrives.
Back soon… or in the morning.

MORNING CATCH-UP:

arrived. Medicationalised me, and took the waste bags with him. A little natter, I’m not sure either of us understood each other, but we ended up laughing. Haha!

The cloud formations tonight were indicative of changing weather, as Dad used to tell me. See that? I can recall from 70 years ago… but still, I forget to turn off taps, heaters, the stove, the shower power box, lock or unlock a door, the time, day, date… etc.! This picture evoked my love of nature.

I finished making the meal and got it served up on the plate and tray. Golonkowa, thick chips, carrots and peas; with two bread rolls filled with chunks of Flora no-butter butter. The chips were okay, and bread rolls and peas & carrots were all decent enough too… The Golonkowa and Plant butter were fantastically tasty!.
A well-deserved Flavour-Rating given of 8.2/10.

I washed the pots and settled down in the c1966. charity shop bought, second-hand, wincingly grotty, beige coloured, not working, crumb-covered from the nocturnal nibblings, itch-making, uncomfortable, virus breeding, easy-to-fall-out-of, recliner. To watch something on the TV.
How come, when I want to sleep at night, I can’t? Yet nearly always nod-ff watching the goggle-box when the first set of commercials come on? Humph!

I was well away dreaming and came in, turned on the light, and it took me a while to work out where I was and what I was doing. I must have been deep in sleep.
Handed out the Peptac, then dolloped on and rubbed in some Phorpain Gel into my lower back. Nice! It really helps ease the pain from . Thanks! He then got the attached, a little too tightly, I found; when it came to me getting it off in the morning, to . Understandably, the lad doesn’t want it to come loose and leak. Took the fresh wastrel bag with him.

I had to get up to turn off the light. Got up easily enough, grabbed the , and turned off the light. Then… – A against the ottoman returning to the chair. At least I didn’t get tangled up in the long night-pouch tube this time. Hehehe!

Could I get back to sleep? No! Not for ages!

Fare Thee Well!

Inchie: Wednesday 24th May: Brain-Scan Results Today!

25th May 2023 / Inchie / 2 Comments

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I stirred back into imitation life around 05:30hrs. I pondered for a moment to two, as to how and why I was hanging halfway out of the £300, bought eight years ago from the second-hand shop, Harold Haemorrhoid testing, repugnantly beige-coloured, crumb containing, virus-breeding, acne-giving, rickety, none-working recliner. I couldn’t work it out, though.
I rearranged the limbs back into a safe position, then detached the night bag from .
Not a lot (As Paul Daniels used to say), of urine in the there. And it was a bit too dark-coloured, compared to the usual morning shade. A lot of itching from the area where tube was inserted. I had to resist scratching things. Not easy, and I weakened to the urge, and things started bleeding a smidge. Not that it bothered me at all.

I titivated day bag. So it was not pulling so much on Little Inchie.
I assume I’d been dreaming and moving about, and that is what caused the bleeding?
Cleaned things, medicated them with plain cream, and the need of the developed, off to the wet room.

I think that both and must have been in the midst of a battle for superiority this morning?
The first effort took a good while and lot of effort – which was followed by a long dollop of Trotsky’s mush. Can’t recall having this happen before.
I put some of the new Terbinafine creamed under each red armpit. It stopped the irritation almost immediately!

To the kitchen to make the first brew of tea.
Took this shot of the end car park from the balcony.
But, I didn’t make the Glengettie tea.
For arrived as I was washing the pots from last night. I was a little disoriented for some reason. Likely the concern of visiting the and doing three things at the same time, then having to concentrate on the medications. pointed out that the day bag had to be changed today, and set about doing so. He did a good job, too; thanks, mate.
I took this photo after he’d gone. Nice work! He also graded the urine from the earlier photo as a 6-rating, for the record log. Now the day built-up is looking like a three.
Back to the blogging, but most of what happened after I stopped doing it last night, had gone off into the ether. As did several of the photos I took, the meal, a view and ingrowing toenail were all pictured… I’m sure they were, but not on the SD card again! It has to be doing something wrong.

Pressed on and got the shorter-than-planned blog off to WordPress. Made a start on this one.

brought the laundry back for me. Then I got as far as I could with this and got the started. Going to be a hard job this morning, with having to get dressed. Getting the PPs, and trousers on, is painful & dangerous work. Hehe!
Must get it done early, to give myself time to sort the paperwork and make sure I am aware of the details, timings etc.
Off to the wet room at 11:00hrs. See how long it takes this time…

12:55hrs. Under the regulation of two hours… by five minutes. This was when I was in the shower, arrived, a stiff knocking on the wet room door informed me. Hehe!
So, I had to cut it short and rush through the various ‘delicate’ areas of medicationalisationing. gave me the Peptac, and checked the catheter bag. Saying that had done a good job of it…

Got things ready for the lift. And got down with the thee-wheeled-walker to the main lobby. The driver was just arriving, bless him. I could have taken some photos with Kodak en route… but forgot all about having it in my pocket till I got home… (Spit!) I paid up my debts first thing.
The driver walked me to the entrance, making sure I was inside.
I registered and sat waiting to be called. I wish I’d offered him a drink now, but didn’t think. (Stock in the trolley taken with me)
Zzz!
The nurse woke me up, and for some unknown reason to me, en route, I walked into an office, thinking that was where we were going?

Then as we continued down the passage, there was an almighty burst from my rear end!.
As I was apologising, the bottom strap on , fell down on my ankle… and: : It pulled on the inserted tube, resulting in Inchies .
The nurse took me to a toilet and stood guard as I cleaned things up and emptied the pouch. I tried again to evacuate the rear end: But, no! wasn’t having it, despite the hurricane blast of wind, involuntarily released! Humph! I was feeling embarrassed now.

A student was in the room when we finally got there. I said no bother when the nurse asked if that was okay.
She gave me the results of the brain test. I thought the other lady said there will be three evenly-spaced brain tests so they could see any changes? I got that wrong again as well.

They think it is now M.C.I. I looked it up later as I can’t read the printing of the booklet given to me:

What is the MCI stage of dementia? (Mild cognitive impairment [MCI] and it is not mild in my mind at all!) the stage between the expected decline in memory and thinking that happens with age and the more serious decline of dementia. MCI may include problems with memory, language or judgement. People with MCI may be aware that their memory or mental function has “slipped.” Monitoring is essential. And help is available.

M.S.I. or not, she’ll always be Doreen Dementia to me! Hehe!

Back to the tale…

After the rather pointless appointment, the very kind lady led me back to the toilet again… Why? The had suddenly filled up – she stood guard again for me.
Then into the waiting room. I had about an hour to wait for the lift to arrive, and no ability to kill time with the crosswords.
Zzz!.
The driver woke me up, with an “Oy! I’m ready!” Don’t think he said more than a few words all the way back to the flats. I offered him a choice of cans, and he cheered up as he left me.

New INR dosages received. The same as last time. (I think I forgot to mention this earlier.

Got in the flat’s lobby, rang Josie’s bell to see how she was, and gave her a can of G&T… no, it wasn’t; it was a Mojito, I think.

Got in the flat, and the trousers off as soon as I could – Oh, the relief!

Moved the pouch back up to the knee.
Onto the to try once again to have an evacuation. No joy!
The computer on, and progressed with this update.

arrived. Put some Phorpain Gel on my back for me, and medications were given. Little natter and laugh.

Stopped to get the nosh done. Having the herb potatoes tonight.
Back in the morning (2030hrs now). Hope to stay awake to watch the Clint Eastwood movie, Sudden Impact. But no! As I was finishing the meal (No photo, cause in the morning I accidentally deleted it from the Kodak-Arrgh!).

TTFN.

A damned busy morning: Didn’t get around to this update until nearly ten o’clock!
By the time the Carer had sorted me out with medications and got the night pouch on, the meal was cold. Threw most of it away. Unfortunately, with the hospital visit, it took me a while to get the nosh prepared. Can’t be helped, and I never thought about it, nor did … Oh, No! Nor did… a possible I.D. for the new gal… any suggestions would be appreciated… M.C.I. – Miranda Charlotte Irene? No, too long… Ah, what about MIChaela? or Mind-Mugging-Micheala-?

The day had been confusing, busy (for me), frustrating, humiliating and cringe-making. Just thought I’d mention it.

May Merriments Mix with your Machinations!

INCHIE: Monday 15th May 2023

16th May 2023 / Inchie / 6 Comments

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I went from the pits of depression to a totally uncaring sod-it mode.
With rare, but they were there, I must deserve this hell of a life, a type of acceptance; The state & mess I am in mentally and physically have to be considered just rewards! There was a certain peacefulness in this condition.
None of the false highs yet, though (13:58hrs).
Up and down like a jo-jo. But the extremes were all low. Something may occur to lift me.. but then, do I deserve it? As of now, I think not.
The balance is all over the place again; several walls and doorframes have been clipped – which, of course, along with fetching water to refill the W.C. every visit, is ensuring that and are able to be enjoyed. I remembered to ask Carer Richard to rub some Phorpain gel into my back this morning.

I’ll try to ask a later Carer to do the same… if I remember to. I must ask someone to call the Easy-Link for me soon to book me a lift to and back from the .
Sunnier today. Got a bit of in.
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05:30hrs: I stirred into life… very reluctantly! Unpresumptuously, yes! I realised that I’d not put on the night bag attachment as soon as I saw it wasn’t there! Normally something like that would had cursing me, but not this morning. I couldn’t muster up any interest and still wanted to go back to sleep again. I knew it was going to be a bad day.
The need for the , only bought fear of having to risk or , carrying the water from the kitchen to the wet room to refill the broken (but they are coming on the 17th to look at it) plumbing thingamabob.
ruled this session. No bleeding, though; it just cost me agony and ages to get the torpedo out.
Fetching the water brought me back to reality a little. With my balance so bad these last couple of days, I took great care and concentration in the three trips, not to wobble. Doing this with a walking stick and the other hand under the bucket is a work of art!
I felt better about myself when it was all over with.
The feet, legs and toes looked much better today. I even avoided any

Went to get the computer on, noticing my balance was still poor. But why?
I took this poor photo from the computer chair.
I was not yet light, with a little mist, and no signs of rain.

I made an order for Iceland. I promised the Nurses and Carers I’d try to get some more of the alcoholic ‘Slushies for their treats’ As I finished conforming the order… Liberty-Global’s Mr Fries shower struck again!
But, I’ll not insult them, swear about them, nor be jealous that they can pay Fries $26 million wages. Oh, No! It doesn’t bother me in the slightest!

While I was waiting, yet again, for Liberty-Global’s shit service to come back on, I investigated what I could have for my nosh later on. Well, that was the plan. But and however… on my way to the kitchenette… !!! I’m not sure if it was or who caused it – but it was that copped it, and passed it on to me, in no uncertain terms!
It was baddish one this time. I got some gel on where I could reach and took an extra painkiller.

An earlier snap of the view from the kitchenette window.

Made an order for next week with Asda – Walmart. There are still boosting prices!

Pressed on with blogging and got the Sunday one posted.

Then took two pictures of the amazing sky above!
This was undoubtedly the highlight of the day for me.
My few minutes of Pareidoliaing brought me almost joy. I do love finding things in the clouds.
A ghost’s head, a face, and so many more. Love it!

I spent an age figure searching. I think the bad eyesight helps you find them, cause the Carers could not see what I did. Hehehe!
photographicalisation. I had another Well, took two more, The first one I caught the end of the window frame.
Time to get the nosh started.
I’ll make some sliced potatoes and have some white sauce that JAne said is good with spuds.

I’ll be back later… or in the morning to catch up.

Morning Catch-Up Service:

I took this photo of the back of the Winwood Heights front car park, as I got the nosh prepared.
Easy meal, a frozen potato sauce aubergines thingamabob, that was microwaved.
With some sliced and oiled potatoes done in the oven… Oh, and a can of peas.
Got down in the c1966, £300 pound, second-hand charity-shop bought, crumb-containing, odour-retaining, Harold’s Haemorrhoid-testing, nauseatingly beige coloured, non-operative, electric virus-breeding recliner.
Flavour-Rating: 6/10. Got the goggle-box on to watch ‘Heartbeat’, and feasted!

Went to do the washing up, and the sky was again beautiful.

The top photo prompted my love of pareidoliaising. I could see a creature, with an open mouth, bulging eyeballs, nose and arms or fins, seemingly attacking the black cloud?
When I moved from the camera lens, I could not see it.
Then move in a bit, and zoomed, in to take a shot of the black cloud. With its eyes and nose?
Back to the aged, grotty-looking c1966 made, charity-shop-bought, horribly beige-coloured, £300, Harold’s Haemorrhoid-testing, non-operational, acne-giving, virus-breeding, rickety, easy-to-fall-out-of recliner.
The Carer arrived and medicated me. Then back to the TV… Zzz!

Woke up, and had a temporary moment. I was sure I could smell something burning. I fumbled my way out of the recliner, grabbed the four-pronged Metal Mickey, and adopted a Sherlockian Status to investigate the cause of the smell of burning… But nothing was discovered? Checked all the rooms, but could not see or smell signs of any conflagration.

CAUGHT THE SUNSET!

I opened the kitchen window. There were a few spots of rain falling.
Took the first three pictures.

I turned to get a drink of water from the fridge, and.. gave way, and I tumbled forwards, clouting my chest on the edge of the cupboard.
As would be expected from a man of my calibre, I laughed it off. Got the spring water, stopped crying and got on with the last bit of my sunset photographicalisationing.

Saying farewell to the sun as it disappeared.

Another settling into the £300, second-hand, most uncomfortable, decrepit, Haemorrhoid Harold-testing, creaking, sleep-deterring, nauseatingly beige-coloured, not-working, recliner.

For once, I was in the land of nod straight away.
The thought storms were not so proliferating.
And the shooting awakes were far less frequent tonight.
I managed a good five hours of not-so-broken sleep. Nice!.

Fare Thee All Well!

Inchie: Tuesday 9th May 2023.

10th May 2023 / Inchie / 2 Comments

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COST LIVING

Annoyed, I called British Gas but floundered!.

I had to pay the bill; I got flustered…

Instead of being bold, I sort of simpered,

I wanted to say oligarchs should be neutered!

I muttered, and I stuttered…

He surely thought me deluded?

By asking that the overcharges be refunded…

And I cannot help being retarded!

My words were not being heeded!

“I’m not ribald or rantipoled!”

“I can’t pay the bill, so I’m in the dark & cold!”

“Your bills are beyond my threshold….”

With debts, I am now being circumvolved

“Disabled, blind, deaf, and 77 years old”

Can we not settle this… get it resolved?”

“My bank balance is all but dissolved!”

But he had me in a virtual choke hold…
He said: “We suffer too, being short-handed.

Is that the word, or have I gerunded?

Oh, splendid; now I’m told I’m being trolled!

I apologised, but he wouldn’t be consoled…

We proletariats are getting frampold!

Seems we are both suffering & confounded?

In a month or so. I’ll be entirely defunded!

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05:40hrs: I stirred back into my usual moroseness.
Spent a minute of two identifying what day it was. Not that it mattered much, anyway. Then I took off the night pouch. Not much in it?..
But the colour was a fairish 4 on the NHS colour chart. Emptied it, put it in the appropriate bag, then into the waste bag after sealing it.
As I got the kettle on, the need for the arose.
The sight and star of my delicate area, Little Inchie, of course, made me jump a little bit when I first saw the blood. Or rather, the location that had altered to what would be considered… ‘Normal’. Even for me!
A was nearly issued. Haha! Confused, I certainly was. The multi-aged, dried blood at the bottom of this taken-off pair of Ten pants was far less bloody than usual.
But the fresh blood is not there as a norm?
Top left, these are the concern. These came out of the bum area, I’m sure. I had a grope and feel around using paper towels but found no lesions. Then very gently prodded the site to see if I could find papules, boil or whatever that may have leaked. But, no!

This session was like passing heavy, chocolate-covered ball bearings… eventually!

was in another foul mood about carrying the buckets of water from the kitchen to the wet room… yet once again!
I dressed… well, I put a dressing gown on.
Sorted the waste bags out and placed them near the front door.
Haha! I thought that was the best idea because I don’t have a back door in the flat. If you see what I mean.

Made a brew, & took a photograph of the rising sun from behind the flats… the sun was rising, not the apartments.
I think…

Then off to the computer, determined to do a better, quicker job today, and crossed my fingers that Liberty-Globals oligarch, the £26m salaried with guaranteed bonuses boss, who bought out and ruined Virgin Media, would see if he can go a day without losing the signal. (Fat chance of that, but still!). Love his latest load-of-crap advertisement, above.
You’ve got to praise Mr Fries; he’s consistent in his failings and still getting paid a fortune for his inabilities. Pure jealousy on my behalf, of course. I’d barely started when the inevitable happened.

Carer Samantha arrived. Got me sorted and had a mini-natter.
Tried the internet, but it is still not back on yet.

I strongly suspect I may have . Cause I woke up as the door chime rang four hours later. Oblivious to what time it was, where I was, or even if I was… Hahaha!

Aha, Liberty-Global Virgin Media working again.
I got the BP graphic done and made one for the ode. Then made the ode…
Then realised I had not yet finished off yesterday’s Inchie Today.
Oh, dearie me! Done it again, gone and lost the signal for the self-praising, oligarchal, figure-manipulating Liberty-Global, owners of Virgin Media, specifically the good looking over-paid boss, Fries, had struck again. So, I toyed with it for a while to make it more comfortable.
A mistake that was!

There was still no service from Liberty-Global-owned Virgin Media Internet services.
So, I decided that an early meal was a good idea!

Aha, a change in the weather.
This photographicalisation came out rather well, I thought.
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Got the potatoes in the oven on a high setting. And cut up the imitation pressed bacon and garden peas in the saucepan. Got the electric drill and cut up some of the beetroots. Hehehe!
The vegan bacon was brilliant! The potatoes were excellent! The garden peas tasted grand! It might have a 10/10 rating but for the rock-solid, teeth-breaking, tasteless, horrible beetroot!
But, still a 9/10 Flavour-Rating!

I came out of it, and I was sat in the c1966 charity shop bought, second-hand, wincingly grotty, beige coloured, not working, crumb-covered from the nocturnal nibblings, itch-making, uncomfortable, virus breeding, easy-to-fall-out-of, recliner.
Unsure of anything, my mind was filled with fear that I may have left the stove heat to tap running. I hastened to the kitchenette…
The hot water tap had run cold, but there was no plug in the sink. Phew!
Butt here was the oven tray soaking in there.
I got them and the pots washed.
I sat briefly, feeling somewhat confused and indifferent to everything.
Hard to find the words… Most likely something inspired by Doreen’s Dementia.

Chimed out. It was the sweet Angel of Mercy, Nurse Hristina from the Deep Vein Thrombosis and Anticoagulation INR, Clinic; she’d come to take my blood. ♥ That cheered me up!

Sad to see Hristina leave, I put the kettle on and noticed the buttercups coming through in the bottom field near the tree copse. I think.

The evening Carer arrived. As he was preparing the medications, the mobile phone rang.
It was the Doctors surgery, with the new dosages of Warfarin for me.
I turned to get the mobile that also rang… turned back and got a for my bother, then pulled my foot from under the chair, landing in a heap, but onto the recliner! Dropping the mobile phone.
Getting back up, I indicated for the Carer to take the call. He handed me the phone.
The receptionist gave me the new dead-easy-to-remember Warfarin doses. 1½ every day until 16th May. Carer Victor wrote the details into the Carer’s folder for me. The stubbing and fall made me feel a little out of it.