CorelDraw Problems

Dithery Inchy: Sat 17 Aug 2024

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CorelDraw, or rather trying to sort it out, was my lead Hassle. Whoopsiedangleplops: A new ailment on the top of my back. I’ve not the foggiest idea what it was or is. There was no pain to start, but it kept itching like mad. Carer Chris took a photo of it and asked me if I’d had any stitches on my back. Nope, I didn’t think so. The back was a smidge red, but that would be where I been scratching at the itch. A few hours later, Carer Joanne came and took a look. The marks that looked like stitch scars had disappeared. She said she could see a mole coming up. It beats me what it is, but it kept hurting, getting more tender as I got tired in the evening. Another mystery from within Woodthorpe Court, with the hobgoblins, spectres, gnomai, phantasms, ghosts, the grotesque succubae, extraterrestrials, ectoplasms, spirits, or the Fata Morgana that have been sent to taunt, irritate and terminate my already limited saneness of mind, which is at the stage of beginning to lose its marbles?
Very little got done other than spending at least 14 hours on the computer trying to sort out the CorelDraw problems and thinking I had several times. However, CorelDraw would not save the default settings no matter which way I wanted to save them, so this one will be a real short-on-detail effort. Not many photos were taken either. I’m a bit down now, and the seizures that came on about 16:30 hrs were annoying in the least. A stormy night’s sleep, yet again, did not help.
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The urine was a little lighter than yesterday.

Yet still hurty!

I went to make a brew of Glengettie. I spotted the second pod pea packet as I got the milk out of the fridge. I could not resist them. I shelled the whole packet, throwing away a good few that had gone mouldy. Another mystery was left unsolved. I dropped about ten peas but found only two to retrieve. Where the hell do they hide?

Morning view.

Yet, another mystery. Why did I put the meat pastie in the cupboard, not the fridge? I found one in the other cupboard yesterday but missed this one. I’d had a seizure but carried on doing things. The Doctor didn’t sound concerned or interested; she just pointed out my age and ailments to me.
It brings an unwanted smile to my face.

An afternoon sky shot.

Then I got on the computer, all gee’d up to get things done. Sadly, CorelDraw stole many hours of my time. I was determined to sort out the problems accrued after being told to upload an update to sort issues out! I was okay with it before, anyway. I was excited when I thought I’d cracked it after four hours. But no, I rebooted it, and all the alarming traits with the texting were back. Shit, Shit and SHIT to CorelDraw!
I still kept on trying, though. When a carer called, I tried to look and sound upbeat. They must be sick of hearing me moan.
I know I am!

I’d just taken this shot when Carer Ayu arrived. He could see nothing in my back, but whatever it was hurts more now than earlier. He rubbed some Germolene on it for me, gave out the medications, and was offered a nibble, which he took up three times. Hahaha!
I managed to catch the sun in between the clouds this time. Not too bad an effort, Smug-Mode-Adopted!

It’s now 21:50hrs, late? Definitely,
I am depressed, in pain, and angry
Also, I’m pretty hungry,
Can’t cook it until he’s seen to me,
Have to cook with my catheter bag in hand, not on my knee,
And the tube in hand, which is not handy…
Doing things, baking, cooking,  culinary.
I’m moaning again, silly old ‘B’.

22:30hrs: No Carer has arrived yet.
No one arrived by 23:55 hrs, so obviously, no one would come. I guessed at the late-night medication; I think it was only Peptac and painkillers. I olive-oiled my ears and toothache-sprayed the teeth. I could not get the nocturnal pouch to fit on, so I had to leave the already five-day-overdue-to-be-changed-day catheter bag on. The urine is getting deeper and redder in colour, and poor little Inchie-Willy is in constant pain. I can’t recall when the District Nurse last came to change the catheter for me; I think it must have been about seven weeks now. The uncomfortableness is now turning to pain. Toothache, earache, the CorelDraw nightmare, Carer not arriving, Humph!
Back in the morning, I do hope.

Getting the spuds out of the oven… yet again! Three times in a week now. Still, it didn’t bother me in the least. I laughed, called myself a nasty name or two, & forgot everything about it. Ahem!
I think I caught my hand on the rack part of the oven rack as last time two days ago, the wounds merged. Hahaha!.
The meal was coped with well by the teeth.

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Please Keep Safe, Each!

Incide Inchy: Wednesday 5th June 2024

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Due to circumstances beyond my control. (But not the control of , or the  .) It is now late morning tomorrow, and this is where I’m only just starting to update yesterday’s (this) blog. A minor-altercation on Thursday morning also increased the delay in making a start. As if I wasn’t far enough behind in the first place, now I’m already behind with Thursday’s blog-start.
Oh, I do go on, don’t I? Hehehe!
So this be a rush job.
This morning, a massive amount of dark urine in the nocturnal pouch emptied out.

Waste bags sorted out.

The food delivery arrived.
The chap put all the stuff into the kitchen for me. The driver took them through to the kitchen for me. Then the job of sorting and putting away began…
Got the fresh stuff in the fridge.
Quite a lot of it…
The vegetables were used to make a beef & black bean meal. Butt his was kyboshed by the chunk of beef I ordered being substituted with Polish Wyeska thin slices of pork!
I’m glad I ordered two ready-made meals of it now.
But sad my culinary skills could not be tested.
A few cans for the nurse’s and carers’ treats arrived. And I set to filling the nibbles shelves.
I’m spoiling them, rotten. Hehe!

It took me about six hours to complete the top part of this blog—no, it took me nearer eight hours.
Carer Kara came and was a great help with the financial mess I’d gotten myself into. But the British Gas Meter confusions still go on… and on. Carer Israel made the last two calls.

I did keep taking photos of the changing weather throughout, mostly when I got caught up in the blog mistakes!

First shot, was of the wonderful clouds and sky.

In the late afternoon, the clouds were still interesting to look at. Drizzling began falling, but not a lot.

Some cracking blotched Pareidolianist Delight photos were taken from the kitchen window.

This is the view when I went to get the cheesy potatoes from the oven. The flesh was mixed into the bowl with Leicester Red Cheddar, sea salt, and no-butter butter.
I took this snap after I’d taken the flash from the spuds and started to mash them up in the bowl.

I went back to the computer and did a bit more on the top intro graphics. Then, I went back to check the spuds in the oven.

A very annoying thing happened then. I took a snap of the prepared meal and looked at it on the Kodak Tim screen. I was pleased with it. When I got around to getting the pictures on the computer in the morning… the meal was not on the card! Yet moments after taking the shot of the meal, I took this relatively decent shot of the sky. 

The blotches blended in with the clouds.
The card was in the camera when I took the picture of the meal. So, what the heck could I have done wrong to lose it?

I watch the TV after eating a gorgeous meal.

Carer Israel took the diabetic socks off and medicated me.

TTFN.

Ideologogist Inchy: Thursday 23rd May 2024

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Terribly dark!
I broke the plastic drainer tube off of the Day Catheter, getting the night pouch off! Hobbled to the wet room initially to empty the pouch. Which had to wait as I almost tore the PPs in haste to get sat on the Porcelain before the flow started flowing, and boy, it came and came!

The legs looked a little worse for wear. The ankles in particular. 
Not sure if you can see it, but the right leg swelling was growing again. The day pouch bag is due to be changed today.

I thought the red eye was looking better. But later, when Carer Christopher arrived, he said it was a lot worse.
Can’t win ’em all. Hehe!
As Chris was putting the diabetic socks on my legs, the light went out. No matter what we tried, it would not work. We assumed that the plastic bayonet had broken. I asked Chris to inform the Wardens for me, which he said he would.
I hope they can get someone to sort it out before it gets dark. Walking, well, hobbling around with a loose catheter bag, cartilages that might give at any time, or worse still, the walking stick and cooking to get done as well. Then there’s a chance I could trip over something, but the Cataract can’t. Well, they won’t be done again until the Glaucoma lasering has been done, but that’s doubtful at my age. Then a real risk of a 
kicking off! The double vision doesn’t help either. I’m talking myself into a depression here, ain’t I? Hahaha!
I collated the various waste fabs into one and placed it near the front door, ready for collection later on in the day.
I took a photo of the trees and felt so sorry for the birds. It was howling out there. I bet a few nest chicks and eggs got smashed, then I spotted…
Police officers in the Woodthorpe Park bottom field.
In the second photo, I caught two officers chasing something or one to the left end, rear of Muggers Alley. Blotches on the lens again! Humph!
I went to the other room to answer the mobile phone that was ringing. It was a lady from the Nottingham Council Social Prescribing Team, but I had to ask her to ring back on the landline, which she did pleasantly. I have to get a Carer to read through it to find out what it is all about. Just my luck, Carer Carer has just gone on a fortnight’s holiday! (Vacation)
So, I’ll see who comes. She wants me to read it and ring her back. This does not bode well, but it does because it’s lovely that someone cares enough to help. It’s me who gets things mixed up, forgets things, and, at times, panics a smidge about anything official. Silly old fool.
Like with MS, CorelDraw, and WordPress, it sometimes does not put the right photos on, and I only find out when I do a preview. I found I have to rename them all the time. What’s the bloody hell is going on here? Is it Google or WordPress wrong? Or thick-me?
Oh, I do miss helpful Kara!

I got carried away there, back to the police presence…
Police appeared coming down the hill of foot, a police van and two more cars arrived.
Innit annoying when you don’t know what going on?
Mind you, that’s standard procedure for me.

I took a snap of the mudslide that had gone down a lot. The wind helped, I think.
Talking of the wind, I had a little escape from the rear end, and ASAP, I fumbled my way back to the wet room.

Warden & Desktop Dancer Julie came in. Carer Christopher had told her about the light bulb problem. She came up to make an assessment. Hopefully, she can get some help today for me, but if not… 

When I was just a little boy
I asked my mother, what will I be
Will I be pretty? Will I be rich?
Here’s what she said to me
Qué será, será…
Now piss-off!

The clouds gathering high in the already dank sky, seemingly getting lower, oh my, oh my…
I don’t know why I said that?
This often happens!

Ah, 168, that was obvious…

 

 

 

 

Better get summat to eat then. Sausages & Spaghetti?
Spaghetti with Mediterranean tomatoes and vegetables, small vegan sausages, Milk Roll sliced bread, and a small pot of orange jelly. I settled to eat it and took this photo on the left. Then I realised I’d still got some large vegan sausages in the oven that I forgot to add to the meal. So I retrieved them and added them to the feast in the bowl on the tray. That’s more like it! Hehehe! T’was not as good as I thought it would be.

TTFN.

Ineffectual Inchy: Tuesday 21st May 2024

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The pains from the Catheter… well, poor little Inchy, were terrible today. They distracted me so much. It’s the mystery of why that bothers me so much. I know I had Cancer lasered back around 1980, but the pains now seem to be changing. They are sharper than ever and so much more persistent that I’m not sure it’s the tube pulling on Inchy or something else that is the cause of my dilemma. 
Carer Chris helped me today with setting up the new SD reader, but I was too tired and worn out from the pain to try to use it. (This morning, the pains were less frequent until I got the ablutions done, and they are back again!) 
Less details on this blog. Cheers!

Well-blooded urine this morning.
End car park in the rain.

No Carer Kara to help me while she’s on holiday for a fortnight for the 2nd day, I forgot to ask Carer Richard to put the diabetic socks on for me and then forgot when the midday Carer arrived. No wonder the legs are thickening up again.
Vascular Vanessa’s eruption bases are showing already.

Iceland order.
Plenty of sausages?
A mixed bag of treats, bread & cleaners.
Joy! Lemon Tartlets!.

This shot clearly shows the mess made in the wall breather. They told me they were coming back to sort it out, but that was in September 1989. I think I let them done by living so long. Hehehe!
Another visit!

I’d not been taking many photos. Sorting out WordPress photo gallery updating the wrong pictures, and even the right ones are often inserted as a different one? Arrgh!
When I got around to making the nosh, and taking a photo of it, I realised that I’d left the SD card in the computer. So, although I’d only taken a handful in the afternoon, none of them were gettable. Arrgh!

Carer Christopher made his last call. He looked at the mini-disc and got a handhold on the camera, but I’m still waiting for him to get me a carrier so I can use it on the current USB board. He questioned the pain I was getting from the catheter, as the new to the flats chap above, as he put it: ‘Has no trouble or pain with his at all!’ That cheered me up!  I pointed out to him about my having Cancer lasered, the small size of Little Inchy, and the medications I was on may affect things, such as the Finasteride tablets that the so-called specialist recommended that the Doctor puts me on for a month, that may reduce the size of my prostate and allow me to manually pee again. She’s still got me taking them now, a year later? Not that I will ever find out, cause since starting, the Community Nurses were to take out the whole contraption and give it overnight to see if I can pass on my own so’s to put it. They’ve only done this twice in over a year. Looks like I’ll never know?

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TTFN, ALB, & CHEERS

Iconomachy Inchy: Mon 20 May 2024 Turmoil & Turbulence Today

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Both men appeared at Nottingham Crown Court for sentencing on Wednesday (15 May 2024). Mossman was jailed for three and a half years and McKenna for three years. That poor man could have died! I’d have given them life on bread & water for nourishment. No visitors. In solitary, if they dirty the cell, it stays that way. A bucket between them for excrement use. No medical treatment. Just my view, of course.

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It’s been another day of confusion, I’m afraid. It all started when I woke up around 05:00 hrs. The only way I can explain how I got out of bed is that I fell out of it! Well, no, I got out and watched the nocturnal catheter bag did not slip down and give Little Inchy’s Fungal lesion a painful tug. I put my right food on the ground, and as gave way,  then a series of  kicked off! A combination that guaranteed . As I thundered downwards, I hit my lip and nose on the table, I think. But, at least I was in the perfect place to haul my overweight body back up onto the bed. Finding a cut lip, bleeding nose, and Little Inchy bleeding from the tube during the kerfuffle. So, I got the Catheter emptied and decided to medicate things and do my ablutions. No outright winner twit Trotsky and Constipation Conrad, TT had an advantage over Love-15. Hehe!
After cleaning up, I medicated first. It took some effort to stop the bleeding on the lip, and the nose still trickled a smidgeon. Then, I tended to clean up Little Inchy, painful! 
Washed myself all over, well, where I could reach. Barrier creamed the stomach and around Little Inchy. Then Germoloided the sore Haemorrhoids of Harold. Germolened the lip and set about shaving, being careful not to catch the cut on the lip with the razor, successfully. But did cut my earhole a bit. As I made up and took the waste bags to the doorway, I began to feel Dizzy Dennis coming on. He’d not bothered me for months now. It could have been brought on by the wake-up fall earlier, I suppose. Dizzy Dennis was in good form. I really thought I was going to go over it again, several times over the day. But Cartilages Chloe and Carole were good to me. A sudden bout of stomach-churning and rumbling sent me back to the . This time, it was  in full control.
The lip had started bleeding again, so I cleaned it and put some antiseptic disinfectant on the top lip. This is when I noticed the Red Eye was a lot worse today, or rather, the white part of the eye was no longer white. Carer Christopher took this picture of it when he came later. He also sent me some pictures on his mobile phone and emailed them to me.
I think the lad took them from the balcony, but do not know when he did so. 
The top one was taken from the first building, Winchester Court. Cause it shows the traffic island near the bus stop.
The other two were shot on different days; they were from the balcony, I think.
Jolly decent of him!
He knows I’m struggling with my camera with the blotches that so annoy me.

Back on the timeline. I took this as I booted up the computer to update yesterday’s blog. It didn’t take long for more hassle to heave into reality and jolly-well pickle me off. 

WordPress was still loading differently than the chosen graphics, which I knew nothing about until the end when I did a preview! I suspect it was me that had done something wrong, but WordPress would not let me delete them!
I had to go back to CorelDraw and save it as a different name, then reload it into WordPress while the wrong picture was selected. I found out by trial & error.
As I said, it was likely my error! Then…
All the CorelDraw icons suddenly went to large ones again. I only had the middle strip available to see the page to work on.
Pissed off, I was called to the Throne a third time! Took me ages to clean up afterwards. I found that the lip had been bleeding again. This time, I cleaned it up and put some Germolene on it this time. That should do it.
When I got back to the computer, the icons were back to the minuscule ones. There is no option for a ‘medium size’, normal, or large only, and believe me, they are tiny or massive. With my eyes, it is difficult and time-consuming.
Then…   On MS Word to create the ode, I got baffled by all the Need to reset MS Word messages. More time was lost trying to understand what various terms meant on the options offered. I gave up, I had to click a ‘Remind Me Later’ button to get it to go off of the screen. They’ll be back. Grrr!

I got the meal thought over, planned, and partly prepared at a ridiculously early hour. I can’t remember when mid-afternoon, I think.
A can of minced beef, some Mediterranean chunky tomato sauce, a packet of black bean sauce, and a drop of Mushroom Ketchup went into the saucepan with a can of garden peas and got well stirred up. I even thought I might have some chips with it. It’s been there on the stove and stirred a few more for nine hours now.
This blog is taking so long because of all the time lost with the MS Word, CorelDraw, and WordPress farcicalness. That’s not the right word, but I’m getting fed up with moaning.

The blotches were covered by the colouration in this teatime shot of the wonderful sky with beautiful, eerie clouds, I was almost talking to them. 
Well, well well, a record for this year to date, it was back to the Porcelain Throne yet again.
This time, it was almost a total reversal. Ruled by Trotsky Terence. So much so that I had a go at the crossword book while sitting there, wondering if the partly protruding concert and metal Torpedo was ever going to get any further on its escape plan! More blogging time is lost.
It is nearly midnight now. I’ll have to play catch-up in the morning and get the meal done and eaten. Since I don’t have chips, I’ll have a couple of baguettes to soak up the fodder.
Back in the morning. Well, I hope to be.

Now, I can’t get into comments on WordPress! Curse!
Now, the reader page is not working. Just showing everything, not what I want. Pissed-off!
What going on?
Can anyone please advise me?

Despite today’s frustrating, annoying, problem-filled day, the literal agony of the poor, tugged-away-at-by-the-catheter tube, gunge, and blood extruding poor Little Inchie, I enjoyed the meal of the day so much.
I soon got it all inside my wobbly, overweight tummy.
Got the pots washed.
And took this snap of the wonderful view on offer through the kitchenette window. Another slightly eerie-looking one.

How did you do?

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Ackamarackus Inchy: Friday 17th May 2024

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Even redder this morning… the urine, I mean!

I had a quick check on the weather. Misty, it stayed that way all day. Although, it wasn’t cold.

I felt the need to go and attend to an evacuation from the rear end. There was no rush, as there was no rumbling or grumbling from the innards. Indeed, I felt sure it was time for Constipation Conrad to make an appearance. I even got the crossword book ready… Huh! I was wrong again!

Another dollop of semi-liquid straw-like-waste was released.
I decided to get a wash and wash after cleaning up the mess from the inner landslide of Trotsky. For a change, I got my magnificent lower parts of my body medicated first, then got the peggies done.  And started shaving…
Now, don’t ask me how I managed it, but as I was getting the dressing gown on, I spotted in the mirror that blood was coming from both nostrils! I know I get confused easily nowadays, but I was pretty sure I hadn’t shoved the razors up my nose! Hehe!
Can you see the pale-looking, handsome, young features of my face?

That was thanks to the cream for the Acne and Excema being applied, maybe too liberally. Carer Christopher arrived and helped me get the PPs on, then issued the medications and got my socks on for me. Thanks, Chris! 
Then I popped into the kitchenette and took this depressing-looking Kodak Tim shot of the view. Not much sun got through today. I made up and took the waste bags to the front door. Being a keen, alert young man (Hehehe!) I espied some mail stuck in the letterbox. A new dosage sheet for the Warfarin from the Anticoagulation DVT clinic,
Some unwanted selling bumph and a possible worry-letter. It looked official to me. I’ll get a carer to open it later. (I didn’t remember)

For the next five hours, I spent trying to sort out the CorelDraw, and learn why it was opening different dockers when I clicked to Edit a Bitmap? I never did find out, but it seemed to stop stop of its own accord later on? But, it also changed a;; pf the dockers back to a small size. I could barely see them, and my memory was not good enough to remember. So this is being done using my spyglass! Although, to be fair, for some unknown reason, I seem to remember where and which to us creating paragraph text.
 I stretched my legs and went out onto the balcony to take this ‘blotched’ snap of the end car park and standing rain or mud.
Then, I spent another four hours on the blog. Carer Joanne came for the midday checks, and we had a little natter and laugh. It seemed to me an hour later, but it was three when Carer Chris returned. He spent a minute or two showing me how to get the Cheap Camera working. But we could not use it as the card that came with it was a mini-one. Another bash at the blogging. I got tied up with doing the ode for a while. It didn’t flow as easily as it normally did today. The blotches seemed to be getting bigger. So I got the cleaning stick, no good. Then, I used some spectacle cleaning sheets. I may have made it worse!

I was feeling a smidge down, so I thought I’d make myself a brew of Glengettie…
ARRGH!
As I stood up out of the computer chair, pain like never before came from Little Inchy! I grabbed at the Protection Pants to release their grip on Little Inchy and found he was bleeding blood! Haha! Off to the wet room to get the Germolene and Barrier cream applied. I thought the tube must have been chaffing against the Fungal Lesion – but no! It was too loose for that. I made sure that the catheter bag was emptied, but there was very little urine in it to have made it drop down. Puzzled and in pain then – well, I’m still suffering with it now. Gotten Himmel! The sun battled its way through so late in the day.
Carer Christopher made his last after-nibbling and drinkies call. He returned the laundry for me, and I gave him a cold drink and pasty from the fridge. Then I got the washed clothes, hung them up, and put them away. I had a little bother trying to feed the belt through the eyes in all three dressing gowns—well, two of them. One didn’t have its sleeves inside out. All the socks were inside out, though. Hehehe!

I’ll have to finish this in the morning.

Good Morning. I was beyond doing any more blogging. Carere Christopher made the last call. I asked him not to attach the Catheter night bag, as I had plans to make a very late meal.
He left it in the bed for me, so I wouldn’t forget to put it on later. Removed the diabetic socks and gave me an extra painkiller due to Little Inchy’s Fungal Lesion and the catheter tube causing a fair bit of pain. It’s still leaking a few drops of blood as well now and then. Said our farewells, and got the meal prepared and served up. Vegan sausages, potato cakes (well burnt, how I like them), the last of the sugar snap and garden peas. A pot of ketchup with pickle added and two small pots of dessert. A lemon mousse, and an orange and lemon ‘Sour’ jelly. Oh, that was good!

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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.
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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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Impotent Inchy: Tuesday 14th May 2024

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Red-tinged urine contents.

Morning view through the balcony windows.

Kitchen window.

Messiest Ever!

A lot of cleaning up is needed after the evacuation!

My right ankle ulcer seemed to be getting worse again. There is not a lot of pain with it yet, but there was plenty of pain from the  .


I brewed a brew of Glengettie tea and started on the blog. I expect more hassle with changes to MS stuff and CorelDraw problems with it crashing again.

Later, I took this silly snap in the reflection of the computer screen, which inspired today’s ode.

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The infamous mark or bodge is back on the camera lens, or whatever it is, again. Humph! Cleaned the lens again.


I hobbled out onto the balcony to take this photo of the end car park. I can’t see the blotch, but it may be hidden in their dark areas. Carer Richard arrived. He looked unwell still, which is to be expected with his bone disease. I can’t remember what it is called now, but he’s struggling. A cold drink and some nibbles were supplied at my insistence. As with Carer Kara, who got me my socks on because I didn’t want Richard to do them with the bending required. Kara mopped the kitchen floor and something in the junk room for me. I checked the catheter pouch, and medications were issued. 


I spotted the beautiful clouds out there and took these ones above from the balcony. As you can see, the blotch has returned again. I gave the lens another cleaning. Grrr!

The flipping burn scar on the hand does not want to heal. 20 days now, I think, and still it shows?


So much for giving the lens another cleaning!

I didn’t eat all of the meal cause I made too much.
But I did enjoy it! It could and would have been better if they had put some gelatine in the so-called Melton Mowbray pork pie. They used to years ago. I must ask Sister Jane where she gets her gelatinised pork pies.

I’m sorry there are no News Snippets today. I ran out of time, thanks to CorelDraw and MS making things so complicated.

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Thanks – I’ll See Myself Out!
Hehehe!

Imparities Inchy: Monday 13th May 2024

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Jolly Good Day to you all!
My concentration has been abysmal today. CorelDraw 2024 
showed up with so many glitches and foibles. I got the start photos (above) onto the blog and collated the rest of them, which I will sort out this morning. Unfortunately, the SD card informed me that the card was almost full. So I deleted all of the photos, bar two, to free room. Got them imported into CorelDraw read for Tuesday morning.
It is now Tuesday morning when I am writing this. I booted up Corel Draw to find that all the photographs I’d uploaded were no longer there. I could not get them from the SD card because I stupidly deleted them! I only have two photos of the all-day sky and indoor shots that I lost! All I can offer you photo-wise is a bag of urine and the meal at the end of the day. Not a lot of people can say that! Hehehe! 

If I remember, I’ll add some used-before graphics to fill in the blog a bit. To make things even worse, I could not find the notepad with the reminder scribbling on it! I’ve searched through the bins, drawers, pockets, and cupboards without any success. The frustration and even disbelief that I could do what I did with the photographs led to an instant deep depression and self-loathing. I am not popular with myself!

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Photo One that survived the CorelDraw Attack (Crash)
Not a lot of content in this.
And if I see correctly, is there a smidgeon of blood in it?
Photo One that survived the CorelDraw Attack (Crash)
Another decent meal was prepared and served up. That’s the lot left from the CorelDraw’s murdering of my photo gallery.

A Selection of pre-used graphics
From Inchy’s ailing, overfull external storage drive.

Oh, the differences…
I found them all within 10 seconds! .

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Have a great day, Cheers!

Impeded Inchy: Saturday 11th May 2024

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Well, darker this morning!

Jolly unpleasant, but no bleeding.

Ankle ulcer flaring up a smidge.

The hand burn has now lost all its scabs. No pain at all.
The ablutioning took me close to two hours – and that was without shaving! Getting medicated took a lot longer than usual. The barrier creaming had a farcical element to it. I couldn’t get the cap off of the tube, and I spent an unusually long time trying to. I dried my hands and tried again. That didn’t work, so I got a resin flannel for a better grip and tried again. That didn’t work. So, I got the dangerous job of getting the fresh Protection Pants on and will try the Barrier Cream cap-removing again later. How to describe the performance of getting these pants on is an opportunity for a little humour, I think. The picture that might help you glean the situation is that of a two-legged, wobbly, overweight elephant with arthritis and cartilage pains in both legs. Neither knee wanted to lift or bend painlessly, trying to get into the pants. At one stage, lifting the right leg to get it in the PPs, and I had a bad-timed involuntary kick-off. I then  and tore the Protection Pants as I wobbled about, trying to keep my balance. Which, luckily, I did. During this altercation, I also knocked the pot with the Barrier, Germoloid and Daktacort creams in it onto the floor. With the aid of a small plastic picker-upperer, I got the torn PPs off and started the procedure again with new ones. Apart from being painful, all went reasonably well.
I Phorpain gelled the knees.
Got the catheter refitted, just the pouch to go on when the Carer arrives. Then, I returned to the infamous Barrier Cream’s unmovable cap problem. And Blow me down with a feather duster, the tube’s cap opened easily! So, in future, should the same thing happen, I’ll just try dancing about, stubbing my toe, and throwing the Barrier Cream tube on the floor to solve the issue? Hahaha! I felt like getting back into bed!

I took a shot of the morning view. It was well-lit by the time I got out of the wet room. There is a blotch on the photo again. I can’t understand why these appear at times and not at others. Mind you, it’s not surprising; there is an awful lot I don’t understand or grasp nowadays. Anything new after the Stroke is not retainable in the grey cells-well, anywhere, really.
The nose marks from the spectacles were prominent this morning.
, or began as soon as I started trying to sort out the new CorelDraw layout and options. My memory has lost so many things today, yet the early morning mayhem in the wet room came to me distinctly? I do know that the New version crashed twice yesterday after I’d changed some options. And I’ve lost many fonts that the program has substituted with ones that are nothing like the original ones? A bit like ordering food online, which I have to do. I’ve had some amazing substitutions. The best (or worst) was from J Sainsbury. I’d ordered some cherryade. That was substituted with a tin of Cherry Blossom black shoe polish! A close second was From Asda. I’d ordered frozen lamb & mutton burgers and got a bag of frozen chips in place for them! I thought I’d turn the TV on for the news. (Details under the date above)
Carer Benjamin gCarer Chris came to raid the nibbles and drink treats. Haha!
He reminded me about the Vitamin B12, and got the diabetic socks fitted for me. He also took the laundry down for me with him as he left.
The problem with the fonts was discovered. I’ve been bold enough yet to try risking changing them again, as last time I did, CorelDraw froze on me. What to do?
A few shots of the sky were taken. I think I’ve got them in order of their taking. Not much else is pictured, as KI was constantly working on changing the CorelDraw options all day and didn’t get around to this blog until Sunday.

These two must have been the first Kodak Tim snaps taken. Early in the day they must have been photographed, I assume so anyway.
I think there were a lot of distant contrails in these two pictures. I had to zoom in on CorelDraw to see them. Cataract Katie and Glaucoma Gladys, are why.

My much-missed walking through everyday tree copse.
I can still recall the aroma as I walked through it. Nowadays, I can’t even walk up the gravel path. A sadness lingers over this. You wouldn’t believe the pleasure I got walking through the copse. The insects, birds, squirrels, rats and I’d stop for a chinwag to each one every morning. Took the one on the right, and remember taking these two. The end car park area. I wonder how long it will be until the trees cover it completely?
Massive Memory Blanks.
Until I went to make a snack, I didn’t feel the need for a proper meal. This could have something to do with my eating loads of sugar snap peas, I think. I can’t resist the tasty little crisps, but not hard things. I intend to stop eating them when these ones I’ve got are finished; I’m determined to, definitely!  

So I had a quick-to-prepare, unhealthy, naughty, but very small, mini-feast of flavour.
A delightful dollop of tastiness and a little guilt with it.
I’m eating some flavoured potato chips from a packet, along with a full packet of the indulgent, irresistible DJ&A Snap Pea crisps and roasted peas. I also ate a tiny pot of mandarins in orange jelly. Oh, and a vegan cheese and onion pasty. Slurp, licklickingly good! But the guilt tinged it a bit.

Erm? What’s with the top corner bit top circle?

I got my head down after filling the Carers pockets with nibbles. Wanting to stay awake to take photos of tonight’s anticipated Aurora Borealis Storm. But it didn’t work out… Zzz!

Someone sent me this photo of it though, via email.
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I hope you will all get a chance to see the display for real!

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