Intricate Inchy: Mon 1 April 2024-Out-of-its Rampant

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I had mind wanderings, felt out of it, and experienced memory loss. For most of the day, I was in mental confusion. There were no scribbled memory notes on the pad, apart from the date and getting up time (although I thought I had been doing them).
Apart from Carer Joanne and I think Marie, then Christopher… even they may be wrong.
I did go to bed early, I think.
I’m afraid this is not much of a blog. I seem to have been in never-never-mind land for long periods, so I haven’t done any news snippets. Oh, Carer Chris pointed out that my clocks were showing the wrong time, an hour out, so I lost another hour. I’d forgotten to change them for the fifth year. Tsk! Sorry.

No recollection, but I took it, obviously.

Vaguely recall taking these from the kitchenette window of the miserable morning.

Must have intended to tell you a story of the medications, judging by this photo. Not the foggiest idea what, if anything happened. Although I woke with an aching ride shoulder this morning, so just maybe a tumble to doorframe charge?

I must have been in a rare with-it mode here.
I can’t remember prepping or cooking this nosh, but I noticed that I’d cleaned all the cooking utensils when taking the pots to be washed after eating it. No notepad, so no record of the score I gave it, but it went down well, that much I know. Haddock in batter, instant potato with cheese, tomatoes and garden peas. Ah, I remember now… Carer Chris had to help me with prepping the meal. I broke the can opener trying to get open the first can of peas. We found another can with a ring pull, that snapped off! Chris got the heavy-duty pliers bashed his way in, and peeled back the torn lid. Bits and pieces are coming back to me when I see some photos taken, others, I can’t even remember taking. Thanking you  .

Not sure when I took this one. Nice, though.

Took this Kodak Tim shot after washing the pots after the mini feast.

I was sure I’d gotten into the second-hand bed to settle, but I woke up back in the £300 second-hand shop purchased, c1966, welt-causing, uncomfortable, not-working, itch-inspirational, crumb-containing recliner. Then again, fantasy, reality, practicality, and mystery often merge together when I’m in this frustrating state of mind.

Hope things improve in the morning. (They did)

TTFN

Impugnable-Inchy: Thursday 21st March 2024

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This physical and mental collapse every afternoon has gone on for three days now. No… Four!
Today, it came over me even earlier. My plan was to at least sit down, with a chance of nodding off; then, after Carer Kara helped me again, but she only had 10 minutes allowed for the visit. Bless her. Carer Helen made the last call, I was to get back to blogging again. I’d given up trying to sleep and was eating the meal when she arrived. Then, as the gal left, after medicating and taking off my diabetic socks from my legs, I went into a deep sleep, which didn’t last for long and was in patches. Every time I went into bliss, shortly one of the would unceremoniously burst me back awake. About 2 hours later, I gave up trying and started to potter about. 
Anyway, I didn’t get back on the blog until around about 03:00hrs on Friday morning, and I had a mammoth task of catching up on it. Which I am currently in the process of doing, accompanied by the World Wide Hum, and a rattling coming from I know not where. 
Better get on with it…

I carried the nocturnal pouch with me as I tried to remove it. I accidentally tugged the tube as I released the valve for emptying and immediately felt the warm, wet feeling of blood in the PPs! I got it cleaned up. Then I sorted out the waste bags into one, ready for collection, and placed them near the front door of the flat.
I took a snap of the morning view from the kitchenette. It’s not a good one, but it was fairly good for me. Is there a nice eeriness about it?
After an hour or so on CorelDraw, uploading and resizing the Kodak Tim pictures, an email from Sainsbury’s came Porc failedin. I went to the wet room and utilised the ever-popular. Once again, the evacuation failed, and after much urging and inner pushing, I gave up. Knowing there was possibly a gigantic torpedo in the queue that may need some help seeing the light of the WC basin, I made and drank a drink of an ‘Ease-it-along sachet’. 

The Caregiver arrived, Victor or Israel. I think I can’t read the name on the log. My memory is blank on this visit, so it could have been anyone.
An hour or so later, the J. Sainsbury order arrived. I did struggle a little getting the bags, one at a time, into the kitchen. Well, I did not struggle; I just took extra care not to catch the tubing in Little .
The bananas came all ready-bruised to save me the effort of dropping them, so it was kind of Sainsbury’s. I got some vegan Maryland cookies, passata sauce with Mediterranean vegetables, and drinks for the nurses and carers. I also got fresh fries; they may get cooked and tasted tonight, methinks. Maybe the Anya potatoes be eaten tomorrow? They are grown only on the Monarch’s farms. Hence, Lord Sainsbury is the only person allowed to sell them. (I’m full of useless snippets)
The fridge was now fullerer than ever! Ready meals, lemon curd yoghourts, potato rosis, the lemon curd dip pots on the bottom shelve? Gorgeous! 
I got a big pack of the JO2 favourites for the treats shelf. They may last a week or more. The most popular of the drinkies on offer these are.
I also got a few of these pots of jelly in a new flavour. Not a good photo. (I’m good at doing these types, Hehe!) So you may not be able to read the label. They are… honestly, a Gin & Tonic Flavour, jelly! I can’t see these being well-liked. I wonder what they put in it to get the taste?

A little drizzle was spotted when I was cleaning the side of the cooker later on.
I took it through the kitchen window glass to try to catch the raindrops on the pane.

During the next half an hour, I got three parcels delivered.

The first was socks, three pairs, I think, of long diabetic ones, expensive ones, too! The second was socks, two pairs of thinner, longer diabetic socks. These were even more expensive, cost me a fortune. But I didn’t get the last two new pairs back from the laundry. They think someone half-inched my laundry and a new bag. I never saw any of them again. Humph!
The third delivery was socks. Six pairs of the wrong type. Hehe! I’d made a great cock-up, mistake, error 
with this order. As Carer Kara found out and told me yesterday. I thought I’d ordered Diabetic Bamboo socks. Kara pointed out that they were cotton ones. Boing! But it was too late for me to cancel. So then I proceeded to make yet another  . I ordered one of the first two above while Kara watched to make sure I didn’t get it wrong again. After she’d gone, I  checked again on Amazon and found the cheaper, although still dear, bamboo socks. I believe I’d cancelled the first pairs and ordered the cheaper pairs instead – But no! I ordered two lots! I’ve not opened the packs yet; I’ll do that tomorrow. I feel like such a fool!
If anyone would like a 3-pack of gents long cotton socks.

I took a shot of the end car park this afternoon. Then the Fatigue and weariness, along with my body’s instruction to get some sleep, arrived.
I decided to get something to eat first after closing down the computer.
There were chips, beans, sausages, and a baguette. The JS baguette was too sweet for my liking and crumbled too easily.
As I got served up, the evening Carer Helen arrived. I’d not seen her for ages, I thought she’s left.
I planned to get a kip and then restart this blog. The best-laid plans of mice and men! Or, in Robert Burns’s original, “The best-laid schemes o’ mice an’ men / Gang aft a-gley.”
Not a chance of nodding off. I even tried the TV again, but no luck.

I moved into the bed. Just as the night before, I got settled, and the catheter night pouch was hanging down. I lit the torch on the overbed table and got into the bed.
I nodded off pretty quickly again. No idea how long for; it felt like five minutes, and then kicked off striking at will. Well, Inchy! I got up, which wasn’t easy at all. In fact, I was a bit worried about this new ailment trait.  kept stinging, then failing. Not all the time, but regularly enough.

By the time I’d got a drink of spring water, tripped over the tubing, and I’d taken this Kodak Tim photo of the moon or sun. Sun, surely? Was it this early yet? I think I may have made another chronologically here.
I know, but even a man of my extreme intelligence, quickness and clarity of mind, and amazingly reliable super-concentration powers can make the rare, occasional mistake. Ahem! had stopped bothering me. I’m sure it is worse electric shock-wise when I get into the bed, but why?

I got down in search of sleep again, this time back in the £300 second-hand shop purchased, c1966, welt-causing, uncomfortable, not-working, itch-inspirational, crumb-containing recliner. It didn’t help. As tired out as I felt, either or both the body and brain would not let me sleep!
The Gits!

Beats me, the car? The feet? The phone, yes. 

TTFN

Idiotic Inchy: Monday 18th March 2024

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This prompted some happy memories below. Yes, I’ve had plenty of them over the years – well, several, verging on a few – okay, the odd one! Her name was Sue. She worked at a Wimpy Bar (The McDonald’s of my day). We would meet at lunch and walk in the sunshine through Nottingham Castle, do a bit of sweaty groping, and then return to the Wimpy. The chips were made from potato paste and were cooked in the oil for 30 seconds, as I recall. I also recall the prices. Changed these old menus to the ‘new’ decimal money so that any whippersnappers can see what we paid.
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Great!

Bin bags sorted into one

Made a mug of Glengettie.
The blog updating began.

Iceland delivery arrived.

Not a lot. Because Iceland had three items unavailable, this brought down my total cost to just below the minimum charge that is required for me to get a free delivery. The swines charged me nothing for delivery… but a £4 for a small order charge!
Humph!

The morning has broken…

Blimey filled up again!

Front car park at the flats.

Delivery. Toilet brush in a square box
Needing assembly.

All done!

Filled up again.

I got this photo from the web.
Why and what for I forget.

TTFNski, each

Impactable-Inchy: Saturday 16th March 2024

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Well, only reporter!

A lousy day and a rotten night. The top dog today was 
. However, I did find a new resolution today. After getting yesterday’s blog finished and posted, I grafted away at this unintentionally long one. Getting the news snippets and doing the graphics on CorelDraw took me at least nine hours! Bearing in mind my recent scarcity of sleep and getting up at 02:30hrs this morning, I kept going for ages. It was the flipping and the pains from the that combined to wake me up so often that I gave up trying to sleep. This has happened for the third night now. The PN Shocks seem to be much worse when I get my legs up. But, the District Nurse said If I do not get my legs high when in bed, then the will not empty and would start again. Well, not sleeping is not doing me any good, either! That’s my moaning moments over. Well… we’ll see about that; I’ll try not to, with so many ailments and confusion to think about. Tsk! Poor Git!

Cripes!

Well, well, well. Three shots of the early morning view; whatever did I do wrong?

Ah, there it is!.

Early morning mug of Glengettie.
Tea GlengettieSlurp!

The legs looked great. I’m surprised that this photograph did not capture the lightning coming from my right ankle. Haha! Just as I took this snap, a couple of quick hit me. That’s the first time I’ve had two together; it’s always been one at a time. It doesn’t look good, does it? 
Talk about fill-up quickly!
Checked to make sure I’d not left the taps running on leaving the wet room…
I found this photo on the SD card that I must have taken in the wet room cause the next one was the waste bags. What was it of? Confusion reigns.
The waste bag. Hehehe!

Hours and hours on the blogging done.
Carer Chris, Joanne and Victor came.

The day flashed by.

An odd glow for this time in the afternoon? I wonder if I got it chronologically out of order? It’s all questions without any answers today, innit?

I went for the second and last mug of tea allowed and saw smoke from a garden, I think. I’ve put the pictures in a higher-up graphic, so I’ll save time and just put a few on here.
Ah, what’s that then?
That’ll please his neighbours!
Ayup, it’s off again.

Oh, filled to bursting point again!

Better get some nosh done.
Nosh done…
I had just gotten down to eat it when Carer Victor arrived. He kindly left me sat there eating as he medicationalised me, took off the diabetic socks, and checked the taps and stove. He found I’d left the stove hob on. He turned them off for me, saying it was all clear in there now, and shot off, taking the waste bag with him. When I finished eating, I went to wash the things up, and the pan of peas I’d left on was now liquidness, with grape-nut-sized dried peas. Tsk!

TTFNski!

Grunchy Inchy: Friday 15th March 2024

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All-over-the-placidness, lack of concentration, and mind wandering off more than staying with me were similar to yesterday. Rampant! I have lost the notepad with the reminders of the day’s events.
There is much the sameness, I suppose. Thank heavens I got the above selection sorted early because I could not have done it in the state I was in later on.
Things may or may not improve mentally or physically, but ‘It ain’t necessarily so!’
So, this will be short on detailed info, as the seizures and mind-blanks started later on. Sorry.
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04:00hrs: The brain stuttered awake… well, mostly. How I got the glow onto this snap, I don’t know!

Veering towards the Trotsky Terence level.
The feet & tootsies looked better.
The medicationalisationings followed.
MedPhorpainThe shaving went well; there were only a few minor nicks. No bother.

Got in a tangle with the .

I went to the kitchen and enjoyed taking these snaps of these morning views.
The last one turned involuntarily into a work of art, or I was interfered with . Hehe! Does it look like a radar photo of an airport and city?

I got the computer on and started updating and getting photos onto CorelDraw and WordPress.

Another oddly-hued photo?

Contrails in the beautiful sky.

Taking an automated wee-wee. Hahaha!

Clouds to the left.
Clouds to the right (Of the kitchen window)

I got further muddled and had to make many amendments and corrections. Then, as if by magic, I found myself in the spare room, apparently searching for something. I didn’t find out what I was looking for, but I had a scout around in case I saw whatever it was, and it triggered the brain into action. It didn’t.

Later, when I went to investigate what to have for the daily meal, I had this wonderful view to photograph. This one is rather special. Gorgeous!

It could be Putin in heaven, I thought.
But plenty of others to pick from. Hehe!

A lot of blanks today.

But I did get the nosh pepped, cooked & photographed.

TTFN

Inchy: Wednesday 28th February 2024

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Terribly up-and-down day today. Alternating seemingly every five-minutes to me, looking back.
But, so busy. Carer Kara helped me sort out the meal ordering. As well as the diabetic course booking.
This period was the most up one of the day.
Electric-like shocks from the ankles came on so often, far more than any other day since they started.
The new day [ouch on the catheter is leaving scars much worse than the old type were. Bleeding f from the fungal lesion is far worse. Plus, Reflux Roger with his blasts of wind coming up, making three carers, Shaquille, Maryham and Kara, all laugh.
Trouble with the Liberty-Global TV.
Watched the Forest vs Man Utd match. It’s a shame they lost; they deserved a draw, at least; the refereeing seemed biased to me… again, against Forest.
The mind blanks/seizures and Electric-like ankle shocks were both persistent today. When asleep, a rarity that… the ankle shocks often wake me up, but when awake and out-of-it, wither they do not strike or wake me up? Conrad’s Confusion reigns.

The Catheter Katie night pouch did not have much in it, and it was far too dark.
Removed it from the day bag. This new style, which I believe is a woman’s version, has a really thick, long tubing. The release valve at the bottom is touching my slippers; it’s that long! When it fills, the weight drops it down even further, making reaching it to release the valve to be emptied, is difficult and painful.

Morning view ahead.
The misty sky.

called on the first call of his day shift.
The lad looked in top form. He gave me some tips on cooking pasta, after sorting the medications out.

A few minutes later, arrived. On a financial help call. Sorted the letters that had arrived. Then handled ordering the Parsley Box order for me.
She checked the bother with the new-type catheter. I’d hoped she call the District Nurses to see if they could be swapped, but don’t know if I asked her not now.
I’m lost when Kara does not call.
Maryham, Marie, Christopher and Shaquille have all helped me this week. Much appreciated, too. But it is only Kara that the bank will talk to on my behalf. She also helped me through the options for the Diabetes Course
. Manuel is phoning or calling on Monday; I’ll mention the painful catheter to him.

A nearly full front car park this afternoon. 
Sometimes, I miss having a car or motorbike to use. But it was sensible to voluntarily hand in my driving licence when I started getting the seizures. I don’t regret doing this usually, in fact, I’m kind of proud of myself for doing it. The thought that I could kill an innocent person should I drop off while driving was the reason I surrendered the licence. I was thinking of this and had a look at the mobility scooters available.

called. She had a giggle at my revelations and jokes. Did me a lot of good that did!
Kimberly found my jokes funny! Grrreat!
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Diabetic socks were put on, and medications were issued. Safety checks were done.

After an hour or two constantly sat down at the computer, the bag was filling again.
I painfully bent down to get to the release valve, which with the weight of urine, was now on the floor! And noticed afterwards the state of the top of the leg, where the extra-thick (No, I’m not talking about me, Hehe!) and long tube had worn a shape into the leg.
I wiped off the trickles of blood and took this picture of it. I’m hoping Kara can call the District Nurses, or wherever she calls it, to ask them if there is any chance they can swap back to the old shorter ones.

Easy-peasy one today… even I spotted the mistake. Albeit, it took me longer than the 4 seconds.

T.T.F.N.

Inchy: Sunday 18th February 2024

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My mood today was, erm… how do I explain it without repeating myself? Nothing went right, yet nothing went disastrously. I was already so far behind with everything, at the time I seemed to have a ‘Sod-It’ temperament. Which slowly, as the day went on, transformed into one of self-pity, self-cussing and a search for some intoxicant, to calm myself down. 
Had I known what awaited me on Monday morning, (it is now Monday evening, and I’m just starting the blog for Sunday!) I may have considered suicide, if I wasn’t such a coward, it was that bad this morning… But I digress; I do that a lot, you know!) I’ll have to put less in and try to make time to catch up. I considered doing just a cartoon, a quiz, an ode, and local news on, and any photos I take? Here be the photos, a lot has been missed of (I hear a sigh of relief? Haha!)

Not a good start!

Morning kitchen view.

Off to the wet room…
ARGH!
Ablutions tackled.
The legs and feet looked better now. But both cartilage and backs of the knees were worse. Got the medicationing done. Two shaving cuts, a stubbed toe and a heck of a job getting the PPs on.

Computer on, CorelDraw for graphics.

On the third day of pouch emptying, I tried to photograph. It looked like semolina as the bubbles rose to the top. Hahaha!

Took an afternoon shot of the clouds.
As I took the first one, a crow flew into view.
By the time I adjusted Kodak Tim to get a close-up, he or she was long gone. Tsk!
The sun’s setting was earlier than ever tonight.

Yum, Yum!

Evening views.
Low shot.
High shot.

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Inchy: Fri 16 Feb 24 – If you find my mind, please return it, thank you.

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In the early hours of this morning, I had a virtual epiphany… so natural, pleasant and unbelievable. I stood up from the itch-creating, bruise-giving, catheter-tube-tugging, crumb-decorated from my nocturnal nibblings, God-awfully uncomfortable, cringingly-grotty, no longer working, dirty beige, anti-sleep designed, c1966, second-hand bought for £300, recliner. I had no pains, aches, bleeding… even the catheter had gone.
I chose to float and did so. Landed back on the carpet and could hear Acker Bilk singing ‘Buona Sera, Señorita, Buona Sera’. Angels descended all around me, miniature-sized; my beloved lost cat Cyril was lying on the recliner, purring heavily; I could hear him clearly. I made my way to fuss him…  And then I woke up!

Blimey, that felt so genuine as well! Tsk!

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Seeing the colour of the overnight wee-wee in the night pouch pulled me back to reality quickly! This is not good. Thankfully, the colour lightened later on as the day progressed. I hope it continues; it’s just a smidge of worrying this dark.
The end car park on Citrus Way looked different for some reason… Ah, the mudslide had reduced vastly.

Off to the wet room.
No luck again. Still, I did get to have a go at the crossword book and counted eleven cracks on the front wall.

Chimed, and into the room entered Carer . Who got the diabetic socks put on my legs and sorted the medications. As I went to put the kettle on, the Intercom rang out. Unbelievable! I’d got yet another food delivery arriving, Ocado this time. I can’t even remember making one with them. I need help with this problem.
I got the bags in and tried again to get some activity going. Although definitely was in charge, I felt was fighting back. A little messier than of late.
Back to sort the food. Surimi sticks, fruit in pots, brown sauce, lemon desserts, lavender Dettol, lemon mousse, black bean sauce and a can of ratatouille. I’ll try that tonight and see how it goes. Well, that’s the plan anyway.
Chunky vegetable soup, Lloyd tomato-type sauce with Mediterranean vegetables.
The two brown Italian tomatoes. came as three for a ridiculous price. But Ocado decided to send the pack with one of the ready-crushed semi-mashed and all runny. These brown tomatoes taste almost like meat; those I’ve had in the past have, anyway. 

Carer Sam called. And Chris returned the laundry bag – Yee-Haa! It may have taken me a few days to get someone to take it, but it came back this week. That’s a positive improvement.
I got a landline call from the QMC Deep Vein Thrombosis & Anticoagulation teams  Angel Nurse, Hristina. She will be calling on Monday for the next blood-taking test. ♥

Then, I got another landline call from Sister Jane. She was in her new posh flat, getting things sorted and ready to move in properly.
She said they had a fish & chip shop a few minutes’ walk from the apartment block. Jealous? Me? Ha! Yes! Hehehe!
She gave me some advice on cooking the pasta. I think we mentioned something about football referees but didn’t use any cus words.
I got the ratatouille in the saucepan and added some canned garden peas. I could not resist trying some as I put them in the pan. With the Lloyds sauce, Tomato with Mediterranean vegetables. I think I’m going to enjoy this one!

I took these photographs from the kitchen window.
At least it was clear enough for me to take a decent couple of sky-cloud shots as the sun began to dip. As I looked at the camera screen on Kodak Tim, I was chuffed with these, and after washing some utensils, I took a few more, which were a little darker than a few minutes earlier.
I did spot some figures in the clouds. An animal’s head, eyes, angel and fish. Bet there were more to find.
I pressed on with finalising Thursday’s blog. Then…

Well, a treble one, really. Getting really tired and concentration ebbing away, I went into the kitchen to check on my meal cooking progress… but didn’t get there first try. I tripped over the jacket that had fallen off of the chair onto the floor, which I’d not noticed.
I caught a hold of the door when  sent me all a-wobbling as I tried to keep upright. Of course, that didn’t help, as the door was open. I hit the deck first, followed by few choice self-blaming naughty words flowed. Both knees, and for the first time, I noticed the backs of the knees were painful too? Mission Impossible (Painwise) was tackled. Crawling on all fours to get to the recliner to haul my body mass up into it to stand upright again. It was only a few feet from the door, but it seemed like a couple of hours to get to the chair. Inching painfully along, moving the knees a few inches at a time. After I finally made it into the chair, I had to sit for a moment or two for the pain to die down. Which I now realise was not such a good idea because both knees and whatever is at the back of the knees seemed to have stiffened up. I rose up gingerly and carefully, using the recliner arms, and got hold of, first, , leant against the chair then . I was thinking how much this hurt, and at, of all times… it chose this moment to go into action… Who was it? A 
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This had me lunging backwards into the recliner, landing with such a thud – burst and bled instantly! 
Cleaning up, changing the Depends, and the medicationalsationings took me hours! 
Extra painkillers had to be MedPhorpaintaken. I Phorpain gelled the Cartilages.
I was not in a perfect mood at this time.

The sunset view cheered me up a smidge, though, all the same. I took a wide shot first, then a zoomed-in shot.
Bootiful!

The old memory blanks blanks kicked in. No idea what happened next for a couple of hours; There were no photos or notes to refer to until I found this evening shot. Not a good one, by the way.
The meal was ready to serve, and I had a spoonful to try it. Well, excellent came to mind at first.
Undoubtedly, it looked good, so I saw how it tasted. For once, no phone went, no carer called, and I ate nearly all of it with great relish and satisfaction!
The lumps of Aubergines in it were so tasty! I’ll try this again, no doubt!
Did you find the spectacles?
I went straight to them the second I looked at the quiz picture.
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Sleep was a non-starter tonight. But after the attempted Har-Kari, the causes were varied. Pains, Shaking Shoulder Shirley, PN electric shocks from the right ankle, and Thought Storming Steven cocked up my hopes of a decent rest.

Keepeth Save, All!

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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Slow day for once. Nodded off a few times. Depression lurking. Lost so few photographs. I lost my wristwatch (still searching). Stubbed toe. Not feeling too good, coughing and wheezing a smidge.

Forgot to put a nocturnal catheter pouch on, so it is a full-day bag to wake up to.

Morning views.

Heavy fog for an hour or two.

I lost my camera and wristwatch.

Carer Christopher. Looks and sounds a little poorly to me! Hope he’ll be okay.

Forever changing. Tsk!

Darker again.

Struggling with the blog.
But found the camera!
Just in time to catch the end of sunset.
Did a sweep of the sky.
Right view.

Got some potatoes in the oven and pressed on with this blog… Made mistakes? Me? Yes! Tons!

Went to check on the spuds.
Photo’s the progress of the spuds. But missed. Haha!
Almost ready.
Seasoned the vegetable stew.
Added some veg stock.

I took three snaps of the last of the sun’s glow.
All in close-ups, so not too good.
The ribbon of light.
To the left, some clouds.
Great looking further on.

Got the nosh served up.
Tinned chunky vegetable soup. Roast potato chunks added. Along with tomato & Mediterranean vegetables cooking sauce. Two oven-cooked bread rolls. A baby-sized pot of orange jelly and some spring water with a dash of Pineapple and Grapefruit flavour.

Now, this may surprise you… it did me…
took a night off!
Unfortunately, had five hours of twinging and stabbing away at me. Occasionally accompanied by . Well, perhaps she was getting jealous? Hahaha!

Please have a great day!