Impish Inchy: Monday 17th June 2024… RIP Kodak Tim

18/06/2024 / Inchie / 6 Comments

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Oh, flipping heck, pickled walnuts and groats! Just look at the colour of the pouch contents this morning! So, so dark! That was my fault, methinks. I told Carer Richard I’d try to take my diabetic socks off and fit the night bag myself, as he was not up to it. The lad still struggling with his poor legs. But, me being me, I could not get the diabetic socks off, and I fell asleep and didn’t put the night bag on. Life is a struggle for both of us. I was so glad to see him, though. So I left the socks on. As soon as I got on my feet, the electric shocks started from the ankles, and they have been on and off all day, as of 15:00hrs. Cartilages Chloe and Carole are taking it, in turn, to give way, as well. Carer Kimberley came, and I took some Kodak Tim shots. When the gal departed, I got the SD card out to load the shots onto the computer…
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Only the open photo was on the card. Was that the urine pouch? I must have taken about ten more.
I got the card back in Kodak Tim and took a couple more, but they were not on the card. I swapped cards, tried again, and had no luck. Now I was almost in tears! Shit!

I lost interest after that. I turned on the TV to watch the football, only to see Ukraine lose to Romania. Then France won… Nothing is going right at all!

Then, a series of events played out. I can’t even get a wash and shower because I forgot to ask Carer Kimberly to take my socks off. Depression kicked in then. So, I had to try something to get back online, so I decided to have a stand-up wash and shave, but I didn’t enjoy it.
What utter frustrations!

Back in a bit… hello, the intercom is chiming out. I could see a nurse at the door, let her in, and started thinking of the things I wanted to tell and ask her: the electric shocks from the ankles, the cartilage, and the toothache. The doorbell chimed, and when I got to open the door, the nurse said she was looking for a lady. She realised she had come in the wrong block and needed Winchester Court, not Woodthorpe Court. My sinking spirits sank even further.
Off to the wet room.

I’m back and in a slightly teeny-weeny, microscopic, tinyish, itsy-bitsy, almost imperceptible bit of a better mood. Why? I’m not quite sure. It possibly has something to do with cleaning my teeth and shaving without the slightest hint of a cut or bleeding.

Late on, Carer Chris arrived. He looked at the camera for me, used his phone camera to take a shot of the evening clouds, and emailed the picture to me. I got it on here Tuesday morning.
He’s caught the essence of the night sky very well. Not that I was jealous, of course. Chris had cleaned through the mechanics of the camera for me.

I made the evening meal and then tried using Kodak Tim again. It was hit-and-miss. The meal photo went through (Yee-Ha!), but my sky shot did not reach the SD card? Lamburger cobs and fries. 8.8/10.

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Taketh Care, Cheers, & Bestest of Luck!

Imposturous Inchy: Saturday 15th June 2024

16/06/2024 / Inchie / 12 Comments

A brew of Thompson’s Punjana tea.

Carer Christopher arrived. Medications were issued, and he fitted the diabetic socks on my legs. He was aghast at the state of the leg ulcers.
So much so that he took these Kodak Tiom shots of the ankles. No wonder I’d had a few extra electric shocks from them overnight. New scabs, spots, etc., and the ankles gave way occasionally over the day. It’s bad enough with & doing their giving-way moments to have me over.

Late morning dawning.

The drizzle continues. The mud-slide develops.

A box of medical equipment arrived via Vyne. I didn’t know what it was, but I assumed it was the catheter items that had been ordered for me.

Hello, the urine’s got a good flow. 400ml.

Over several hours, the rain persisted.
I pressed on with yesterday’s blog update.
I’m frustrated and disheartened by all my usual errors. Talk about working overtime. Grammarly was constantly popping up. I’d put things right, and seconds later, it came up with the same fault and different corrections to choose from.

Still, the urine comes. A smidge darker, and some bits of what I assume were my crumbling prostrate.
Killed by the Finasteride tablets.

Gorgeous evening clouds.

Baked potatoes, tomatoes and red onion. I took this snap of the minimalistic meal. Then, I added some Frazzles to it. I tucked in with more relish than I had been lately. I added sea salt and No butter-butter to the potatoes. Why no meat? You may be asking? That’s because I made some sausages in the microwave and forgot about them. Until I found them in the morning. Humph! It could happen to any idiot, but often, it’s me who forgets. I’ve noticed this! I see a lot of things, you know. But I tend to forget more things that need remembering, more time than not, or should that be done? Erm?

I was washing the pots when the sinking sun suddenly appeared. I fetched Kodak Tim and took these red-eye photographs of the beautiful scene. Mother Nature was at her finest. Unfortunately, the glowing sun scene reminded me of Pucking Putin’s threats!
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Hasta la Vista!

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

14/06/2024 / Inchie / 4 Comments

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

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

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

Seasonings for the mushrooms!

Can you see it?

The third farmer’s arm fooled me!
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ARRIVEDERCI!

Impugned Inchy: Tues 11 June 2024 – Most seizures ever today!

12/06/2024 / Inchie / 4 Comments

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A physically better day! (I can’t say that very often)
However, this improvement was countered by a lack of concentration, more seizures than ever before in any one day, and memory blanks. (Although telling the difference between the two can be a bit hit and miss) A total lack of any reminder notes on the pad. Did I make and lose them, or did I not bother to make them or lose them?
The memory from the morning’s affairs is more robust than anything after noon. It is very vague, but of course, that is when the seizures began. Having so many, I did notice that after each one, I felt so tired, but this did not last long. Anyway, I always feel fatigued in the afternoon nowadays. It’s all a part of growing old, but I’m not complaining about what’s happening to me. It’s all a part of life and death. Some poor devils don’t get the chance to live very long. Murdered, cancer, malnutrition, at war through no fault of their own… etc.
I hope Parbreak Putin reads this!
I didn’t start this blog until morning, although I did some graphics and prepping. Thankfully. Tsk!
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I was so tired when I woke up. But it had been a horrible night of ever-bursting-awakes. But I soon got back into the land of nod. Not for long, mind you.
I detached the nocturnal catheter pouch and took this photo through the balcony doors as I opened the curtains. Why does it please me to look at the clouds? I have no idea.
I got on the computer.
I struggled to get the photos onto CorelDraw and got myself in a muddle (fancy that!) I was getting a little wound up with my inabilities. It took me hours to get a few photos on and edited. At times, the computer did not recognise the SD input. My language was somewhat fluid for an hour of three until after I checked and pressed in all the USB connections at the back of the computer, and it started to respond. Minutes later, I was summoned by the indicative grumblings, then grumblings from the innards, to go to the . As usual for the last two weeks, Trotsky Terence was in control again.

arrived. He put the diabetic socks on my legs and issued the medications. I’m glad to say that the prescriptions have, albeit belatedly, arrived. Chris was departing with his lamb patties, nibbles, and a drink. Hehehe! The J.Sainsbury’s delivery arrived.
He earned his treats by helping me get the food into bags and the kitchen. What a feast of food! Lacto-free milk, Leicester cheese, sauces, tomatoes, lemon desserts, and more. Christopher, of course, saw the things for treating Carers and Nurses, the pot noodles, biscuits, and cream cakes. (He took one for the carers ‘ restroom, Hehe!)
I put the things away in cupboards, drawers, shelves, the fridge, the freezer, the junk room, etc. Hahaha!

She came for the midday session. She was in a rush, so she explained that she would not be doing the financial help this week and thought they might send someone else, but wasn’t sure.

Not that they can deal with the bank. Not that it’ll matter if they don’t send nobody, will it.

Getting the food into the fridge was no problem this week.
The photo of the freezer contents shows it is overfilled a little.
The orange packet in the bottom drawer—no, middle drawer—is the giant pack of McCain Naked Chips. I’m using them up; I’ve had them for two days now. But they’re not very pleasant for my taste buds.
They were absolutely tasteless! They’d be inedible without the load of vinegar I put on them. They were barely that, even with the vinegar. Sound tasty chip (Fries) lovers beware! In fact, I think I’ll throw them away! (Done!)

I ordered the Low Price (Cheapo short dated) Foods.

I enjoyed (Not really!) the first seizure of the day.
At least an hour. I was just sitting at the computer, and nothing was happening. The computer had gone into a sleep mode of its own accord. A Caregiver arrived, which brought me back to reality, and that’s as much as I can remember.
I can’t recall sending the order, but when I restarted the computer, I found it had been sent. No recollection of taking this photo above, either.

I straightened the bedding on the bed. (Well, that’s where it is, Haha!) And took some waste bags to the doorway.

I sat on the bed, intending to try and get it back into a sleepable, comfortable position after the nurse had changed everything on Monday to make it easier for her to insert the catheter tubing. I’d got the control thingamabob from the fall bar and went off into yet another sleep, or . I can’t be sure for how long this lasted. I was in what I thought was the exact position with the controller in my hand. No, with the controller on the floor, my hand was still on the folds of stomach fat.

I abandoned the plan to change the bed position as I had to revisit the Porcelain Throne. There had been a bit of bleeding from Inchies Fungal Lesion, which needed cleaning and ointmentating with the
Daktacort ointment medication. Then, the almost excellent seizure of the day. I think I recall sitting on the WC, having the picker-upperer and fresh Tena PPs to hand, intending to get them over and above my feet…
, coming round and back to the misery of life and wakefulness, with the PPs on one foot, the right one, always the easiest to start with, due to being more painful lately, especially when bending or lifting the leg. How did I get the PPs over the feet and both legs without memory of doing so? It was a long out-of-it period cause Carer Chris arrived; I think it was him, anyway.

arrived. I can recall this. Because Kara said she was not doing the finance checks and balances this week (tomorrow). She was unsure if anyone else was to do it in her place. (No one came). So, the Electricity meter problem is still in abeyance. The Norton problem remains untackled. And the mystery emails await help. However, although she was rushing, she found time to complete the short survey on the revised Menu Of Involvement. She’s so good at it, and quick, she answered all the questions and sent it off. I’ve not got the slightest idea of the questions asked or the answers selected. Her fingers moved like lighting. She picked and filled in every option. With my eyesight, I couldn’t keep up. Hahaha!
Thanks, Kara.

I returned to the computer no sooner, yet another blank hit me. (Thankfully, the last one of the day!) I bounced back, no indication of how long it lasted, but I sensed it had been a mini-effort. No idea why, though).

I began to feel a smidge perkier when I was making the meal. It possibly has something to do with me being an overweight gannet. Hehe!
Although I gave this a 6.2/10, most of it went to the vegetarian sausages and garden peas. The McCain Naked Chips were the worst frozen ones I’ve ever tasted. I say tasted, but taste is the one thing they lacked! Eurgh!

I found them…
But not in 12 seconds, Tsk!

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Go Forth & Have Fun!

Not Putin or Parole Board Murderers, of course!

Impute Inchy: Monday 10th June 2024

11/06/202411/06/2024 / Inchie / 4 Comments

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My body and, more importantly, my mind are in a different state today. I thought my cerebrum was not my own, which, of course, it isn’t nowadays. There have been so many lows with intermittent unaccountable high moments. I’m baffled!
A bit worried as well. Although I knew this would develop, I was warned by the doctors years ago.
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Still a bit dark.

Carer Maryham arrived while I struggled to get the fresh PPs and helped me with them. Then, Maryham creamed and ointmented certain areas. I could not have a shower too early cause of the noise and neighbours. Bless her!

A few spots of showery rain, but no more.

Bootiful clouds,

The first day pouch emptying was much better,

I know I was working on the blog, but not much else.
Hours passed, I think Carer Sam called, and then the next one was Carer Chris. I mentioned that I had not taken many photographs today for the blog.
He took Kodak Tim onto the balcony and started taking skyshots for me. Apparently, I was shaking a bit.
Jolly decent of him.

He even took a shot of me after. When he’d done the clouds for me. Seeing the ageing, pot-bellied man in the above photo, I was shocked to see how I’d so quickly gone so decrepit. I’d love to know what I was thinking with my ponderous look?

When Chris departed, I emptied the day urine pouch again.
Oh, a very much better-looking colour this time! There’s hope yet for the Urologist. Hehe!

A shot from the right side of the balcony later, after the sun had forced its way through and the clouds thinned down. I saw many things in this shot.

I got the nosh made and put it on a tray, and Carer Christopher arrived. He took my socks off, medicated me, and attached the nocturnal catheter pouch for me. He selected his drinkie and nibbles, and off he trotted. I tucked into the now cold meal.

Two-thirds of the way through, I realised I had not taken a snap of it, so I did. Cold chips, cold pork knuckle, tomatoes, red onions, and a pot of Lemon Mousse. I dropped it, and it split open, making another mess to be sorted out for me. Tsk!

I went to wash the pots and took shots of the evening sky with the quarter moon showing in the centre of the photograph. Marvellous colours. I tried several times to get as close in a shot as Kodak Tim would let me. I must have taken four shots; this was the best I could manage. Humph! The blotches and stretched moon might mean this is Tate Gallery-worthy? On the other hand…

I stripped and nearly tripped over the night pouch’s long tube. It was another struggle to get settled into the bed. With the nurses adjusting the heights and dips so she might get better access to plunge the catheter tube back into Little Inchie, the bed is now in such an uncomfortable layout/position. After playing with the controls for ages, I decided it was not working for me.
I got out of bed, , swore and cursed a little, and hobbled to the second-hand, c1968, eyesorely-horrendously grungy beige-coloured, £300, charity shop bought, crumb-retaining, microorganism-microbe producing, gungy, moth-eaten, beige-coloured, non-working, bacillus encouraging, incommodious, Haemorrhoid Harold testing, c1968 recliner, and settled back in it.
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Incarcerated Inchy: Friday 7th June 2024

08/06/2024 / Inchie / 6 Comments

A morning view

with blotches.

I was going to try the new Tena pants… But I realised I had some of the bulky Morrison ones to use up.
So, I adorned them instead.

The first day-pouch emptying was a mammoth event.
Over 400ml. But a better colour.

Front car park view.

I was undecided on what to make for tonight’s meal. Nothing unusual about that!
I prepped some vegetables, which are ready to go in the oven later. I’ve added carrots, swede, red onions, potatoes, and leeks, and I will add some tomatoes later. Then, I looked at what I could add to it in the meat department. I’d got some veggie sausages and a Cornish Pasty. Undecided, I thought I’d make my mind up again later on. It was far too early to get the veg done, so I covered the round oven dish and food in foil and put it in the fridge so it kept fresher.

While catching up on the blogging, the mouse stopped working, and the keyboard went on strike, too! It took me hours of trial and error to get it right again. I checked the batteries and senders for the mouse and keyboard. Then, I had to press the Reset option in Windows. I had already lost a lot of work because I couldn’t save any. Frustrations came forth, quickly perused with a gigantic depression. Is this the end for the computer? Did I do something silly without realising it? Grrr! The reset started, and everything was still letting me do nothing. I was now terrified. I did not want to be in! I could not save the other work I’d done either, and I turned everything off as the MS option buttons were not accessible!
In despair, I meandered onto the balcony to calm myself down.
I took these Kodak Tim shots, one straight ahead and the other to the right. As you can see, I caught the balcony. Hang on, I got this wrong. These were taken from the kitchenette window; the one on the left was from the kitchen window.
I get confused easily nowadays, you know. Hehe!
I returned to the computer… and , everything was working again? I was Ogleboggled! But pleased!

The clouds were thickening, but still no rain.
I was so weary and irked I turned off the computer, but not without a bit of prayer that it would come back on in the morning. I added some sugar snap peas to the oven dish and got it cooking in the oven.
I added some vegan cookies to the JS order earlier.
I photographed the beautiful blotchy sky shot of the sun going down.
Carer Chris came, and he got the medications sorted. Again, later, for the last call, he took off my socks for me and put on the night pouch.
He was in a hurry; it was time for home to go home now. I started the computer up to see if things would work again. The mouse took too long to activate, but at least it did this time. In thanks, I slipped him a Jerk Patti, and he selected a drink to take.

I pottered about cleaning up the mess I made while I was doing the meal. Then I took this ‘blotch-hiding’ picture of the early morning view from the kitchenette.

My eyes are perfect, but why has the red kettle been ringed? It looks the same to me.
Ah! I can see it now; the handle has moved!
Well, I got two of them in nine seconds. Hehehe!

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Cheers, and Have a Good Day!

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.

Invacuated Inchy: Sunday 2nd June 2024

03/06/2024 / Inchie / 3 Comments

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I’ve driven endless times along Snake Pass, and I was nervous and careful every time, especially when I was delivering in the Derbyshire area when it snowed. Someone comments on this Snippet, saying a cyclist ignored a red light?
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The computer was playing up, resulting in me not getting so many photographs due to the time I spent making corrections. Peripheral Neuropathy Pete was to blame. The right hand and arm had now joined in with the right leg suddenly dancing and Shirley’s Shaking Shoulder, which often made me so frustrated, angry, and annoyed. I would verbally curse, with such words as “Flip it!” “Bother!” and “Oh, Heck!

I emptied the nocturnal catheter pouch into the jug. To get a more accurate assessment of the colour to record on the log
I gave it a four, I think.
Off to the wet room in response to the rumbling innards. I thought Constipation Conrad would be in charge. But no. ruled again.
Minutes after coming out into the hallway, I had to dive back in and on the Porcelain Throne.
An even more giant dollop of liquid waste shot out this time. With such force, not many areas of the wet room or I didn’t need cleaning up this time.
I returned to the medicine drawer and took two of Morrison’s Anti-Splatter capsules.
I suppose it might have been caused by last night’s vegetable and beef dish, which I enjoyed so much. It contained a lot of vegetables, gravy thickener, and even a splash of liquid smoke.
Took a break from the irritating error creating on the computer, to make a brew of Glengettie tea. Took this blotch-ridden photo of the late morning view.
Back for my third and final… up to now, visit to the .
Much less evacuated this time. And came out with a few discernable lumps in the almost liquid mass.
Back to CorelDrawing. It hasn’t crashed, but I’ve hit the wrong colour or function tab so often that it’s taken me longer than ever to create three find-the-difference graphics.
It’s galling bothersome!
What a fantastic set of small clouds Kodak Tim could take from the kitchen window. Contrails, blotches, and tiny puffs of cloud seemed alive as they were being blown about so easily. Great!
I got the mug from the very effective tea-stain removal I use. Baking soda, bleach, a drop of washing-up liquid, and hot water are poured into the mug. It comes clean within a minute of soaking. It’s just a rare moment to get something right, you know. Hehe!
I thought I’d have one of the Carer & nurses nibbles. I found this Snickers bar cooling in the fridge for the next one to call. Guiltily, I tried to eat it with my mug of tea. The teeth bled,
My lips bled, and I promised never to eat chocolates from the fridge again!
Took these two cloud shots as the sun came down.
Then, I sorted out the fodder. I put the vegetable pie in the oven and prepped the instant potatoes to be made after it was cooked. I’m in an Egon Ronay mood, or maybe it is a Gordon Ramsey one? This might turn out a good one again… Mmm!
It is close to the time for the last Carer call. The last one said the belated prescriptions ought to be arriving soon. He told me that two medications were run out. I leave it to them nowadays.
I got it served up, and it was delightful. It’s been a good meal for two nights on the trot now.
It was a hell of a job to wash up afterwards. The bowl with the cheese and potato in it was a battle to get cleaned. Well, the cutlery was as well. But I enjoyed it so much. Also, the Carer was a little later than usual, so I ate it in undisturbed peace. I got down to watch the 21:00-hour Lethal Weapon 2. When the adverts came on, I nodded off, waking several times and missing a few minutes of the action. The last time I woke up was to see the screen credits rolling. Humph! No Care called. So, I’ll have to have a stand-up wash and shave in the morning. I cannot get the diabetic socks on or off without help.

I hope the catheter equipment arrives soon. The day pouch should have been removed and replaced on Thursday, I think it was. But we agreed not to bother, as the District Nurse was coming to change the whole she-bob on Friday. But they couldn’t find any of the Catheter set-ups to put on. Said she’d return the next day with a kit from the base. But she didn’t. Then I got an email from Vyne saying they had received my order and requested a prescription from my doctor, who would let me know when it was dispatched. So it may be well into the week before it does arrive. I hope the medications arrive soon. I’ve no idea which ones I’m currently missing. Not that any blame is attached. Some staff are on holiday, others are off poorly, and replacements are not offah with the system or needs. It reminds me of my time as Security Controller. Late arrivals, clients calling, alarms to be responded to, Patrol Officer instead of three, Police messages, Clients ringing in, and no staff left to call and beg to come in on their day off. I know the feeling!

Zzz!

TTFNski

Ictuated Inchy: Wednesday 29th May 2024

30/05/2024 / Inchie / 4 Comments

Not a lot, but a better colour.

Morning view.

The vagueness of mind was creeping in.
I think I had med socks, etc.
Domestic. , the last two were done by . Carer Favour took a photo of the head wound for me. And I thought it was pimple-sized. I was wrong. Moments of rare clarity, others fuzzy, and some forgotten about altogether until mentioned tomorrow by a Carer.
I recalled taking these.

No rain, though.

Late afternoon.

Late meal.

There is not much detail and not many pictures.
At least I got the first bits done before the meandering mind meant the loss of so many memories, and I could not find the reminder notepad? Hearing aids or reading glasses this morning when I started to do this belated update.

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Must get Cataract & Glaucoma sorted!

TTFNski, to each.

Incabinated Inchy: Monday 27th May 2024

28/05/2024 / Inchie / 7 Comments

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A much disturbed night of sleep. But little bother all the same. As soon as I got back from the hospital, I got undressed and left the clothing on the floor… so tired!
I attached the nocturnal bag to the day pouch, did the safety checks, and climbed into the much-awaited bed.
Between the occasional waking up from my , they were copable with, I just drifted back into the land of nod each time.
As I woke, I could sense the itching from my covered forehead. I could also see the flakes of skin all over the quilt. Tsk! I rose and nearly tripped over the clothes I’d left on the floor in my fatigue.
I then had to move the mass of skin from the bedding. I did all this while the nocturnal pouch on the long tube was being pulled about. I checked to see if anything was leaking. And what did I discover? The flipping night bag had nothing in it! Come think of it. I did wake up with the innards rumbling. I went into a Sherlock Holmesian mode and had a look. Had a tube come off, was one blocked, had blood from the fungal lesion blocked it? No. I’d not opened the tap!
So, off to the wet room to the Porcelain Throne to check things out properly.
Great Balls of Fire! A comeback from being in total control. Despite my best efforts, everything seemed rock hard and would and could not be encouraged to move. Still, I had a go at a new crossword in the book. Not that I did well, because I didn’t. Spit!
I cleaned up, returned to the computer, and started updating yesterday’s blog, finishing it off. I got it done.

I started getting calls for parts of the day, up until around 1600 hrs, when Carer Chris arrived. The early callers were Carers Favour and Sam, I think.

Tee sun broke through the clouds, and very pretty they looked, too. Despite the blotches, I tried again to get one that would be blotch-free.
But the kettle started boiling, and this was my first brew of the day. I’m only allowed two mugs, so I concentrated on mashing the Glengettie. Then just stood there, watching the clouds, for ages, almost talking to them. Then I got Kodak Tim and tried again for a snap. They looked a little darker this time.
I took advantage of the lighting, thinking I may get a decent crisp photo of the housing on the street opposite. That’s the one with the suspected drug growers on it. It came out alright, but of course, the usual blotches were there. I try to ignore them now. Hehehe!

Here are the revelations of the differences quiz.

I blogged for a while, but the mind-blanks steadied up the progress and annoyed me. I’m waiting for an appointment at the hospital again for someone to check things out. I think it is a neuro-something or other doctor.
The sun suddenly took a dive for some reason.
I got Kodak and captured it.
Minutes later, the sun came out again? But I didn’t catch it as I had to try again to pass on the .
No chance. How can it change so often and quickly? Beats me! Then again, lots of things do that… like crosswords, hopes, arithmetic, women, Putin, and Peripheral Neuropathy. Then there’s Cataract Katie and Glaucoma Gladys, Cartilages Chloe & Carol, and so many other things, such as life and humankind.
Do I sound depressed? Hehehe!

I made up a sachet of relief drink soda and took a Senna tablet. I’m determined to get some action going from the rear end! I also decided to have some of the vegetarian sausages with tonight’s meal.
That should encourage things to soften and get moving again.
We’ll see!
Fingers crossed.

I took this shot with Kodak Tim through the balcony windows.
The blotches were covered a little by the colour of the clouds, so it looked fine.
It took a while to cook the meal. I saved everything, and as I got ready to close down the computer, I decided to have a mandarin in an orange jelly pot!
I kept snapping away at the unique cloud formations that blended with the death throws of the sunshine.
My Pareidoliaising on these two snaps went on and on. Animal’s mouths, so many faces, feet, swordfish, islands in the sea, and blotches that I just could not see!
A ribbon of white on the horizon in this one on the left.
But also, the blotches can be seen easily. Shame!
I still liked this one.

There are veggie sausages, tomatoes, and potatoes. I would have some sugar snap peas to encourage the rear-end activities, but I left them on the stove. Say no more!
I washed the pots, and before climbing into the bed (it’s a high one), I spotted and took my last snap of the day through the balcony windows.