Inchcock Today: Wednesday 23rd November 2022

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acci-whoop All night long, wee-weeing, most often with less than a minute in between! Every one painful, but barely a trickle came out: Compared to yesterday evening and this morning, were poles apart, directly opposed to each other! At least I did have a good morning on Monday, and I got some sleep in. It was the rest of the day’s events that went all pear-shaped on me.

I gave up the early hours of trying to get to sleep. There were a few occasions when, by the time that I got back in the second-hand, £300, charity shop bought, crumb-retaining, microorganism-microbe producing, grungy, pukin  gungy, moth-eaten, beige-coloured, non-working, bacillus encouraging, incommodious, grungy, Haemorrhoid Harold testing, c1968 moth-eaten, pukingly-beige-coloured, non-working, bacillus encouraging, incommodious, Haemorrhoid Harold testing, recliner, I had to get up again for another 2 fluid ounces worth of weeing! If that much!
It was driving me crazy.
The computer stood there, tempting me to get on it. But the way I felt, there was no way I could concentrate.

Then the feeling of cold and shivering-like sensations came over me. I don’t think I was sweating; it felt more like some Herbert walking over my grave? Then as I was typing this in the morning, well, late afternoon, I realised I must have gone on about this dilemma when doing the updating of the Tuesday blog. So decided that repetition is not a good idea. It may result in a reduced the huge, vast number of followers and readers of my blog. And they are both such nice people.

Again, the only things I can recall are what was written in the memory notepad. So it’s unlikely to be one of my more detailed dairies, sorry.
Although some bits are clearish in the grey cells. Esther’s visit to do the laundry and overcharge me again. The Evening Carer, Carolynne, my, leaving two taps running!  And my burning the meal.
But at least up to now, the wee-weeings were a lot less than yesterday and this morning. Still, next to nothing coming out, mind you.

One thing that didn’t change, was my feeling so cold all day. Brrr!

I took the extra clothing off and replaced it with other heavy-duty gear.
Started composing the ode to last night’s farce. I took me hours & hours. Most of it was spent correcting errors.

Took these views from the kitchenette window.
One, the bottom was of the car park on Chestnut Way, in the block of flats.

Where I’m feeling so sorry for missen.
No help

with sorting out things I cannot read from the Coppice Hospital. Now this new bug or whatever it is.

Hey-Ho!

I did eventually get the Ode done.
But now I don’t think it is any good.

Depressed again… but nothing like on Tuesday.

It must be Sods Law: Just when I needed the calmingness and help of my friend and, ; He gets put onto another site.
He helps by going the extra mile, which is comforting, and much-appreciated help.
Especially now that Doreen Dementia is getting at me more and more. I feel a bit cheated in a way. All self-pity I think. You could not believe the things I could no longer do for myself. not to mention ,     ,

Blanks I’d better not forget, , and the potentially lethal killer; .
they can have me over in a flash if I bang them in a . Even the can cause problems when I start to panic, rushing back inside to check if the lights, taps or the stove has been left on.
Ah, that reminds me! This very day, I left two hot water taps running. Burnt the shoulder and left the potato in the crockpot for eight hours. I’m not diving up[ on this, its that late in the morning again, I’ll do a rescue job on them -microwave, for breakfast.

The morning carer failed to issue the Omeprazoles. (Anne Gyna) Not hod fault, it was mine. I was nattering away giving him my sob story from yesterday. While he was prepping of the medications.
I’d usually hold back on the nattering until the meds are sorted. But not this morning. I was so uptight with bladder trouble and no sleep for two nights.

Why am I up now? It’s nearly 02:00hrs already

I’ll stop now and try to rescue the food.
Thankfully, I lost two hours of whatever I did.

The evening Carer arrived. Checked the taps for me; not many of them do that.

Then, the ankle ulcer started to smart a bit. But it didn’t look inflamed?
Then everything stopped again.

EVERY TWO MINUTES, WEE-WEES RETURNED AND STAYED ALL NIGHT UNTIL AROUND 09:00HRS IN THE MORNING. THEY THEN GOT WORSE!!!
HERE ARE SOME PHOTOS FOUND ON THE FILE.
Mud Slide in Car Park.
Long story, but I’m. struggling to type.
Three days without sleep now..
Not feeling good. the wee-weeing continues.
I pass one; they are all so painful…
And two minutes later need another.
Took an extra Furosemide, hoping it.
may help me to pass.

No Help for Cataract or Mental Hospital Appointments Came

THAT’S MY LOT! – SO TIRED!
ONE POORLY IN-PAIN PEASANT HERE

HEHEHE!

Inchcock: Wednesday 9th November, 2022

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00:15hrs: I woke up with a little jerk and waited for the brain to catch me up. I was feeling surprisingly calm, considering the upcoming ‘bound-to-be-a-farce’ prepping for the hospital visit, then the mysteriously unknown what for; by both the hospital reception, Deana, Carer Richard, Carer Shannon, Carer Jodie, appointments themselves.

Made a brew of Thompson’s Punjana tea. Updated the Tuesday blog. It took longer than I expected cause I had the evening photos taken to tweak and add.

PREPARED THINGS I NEEDED TO TAKE WITH ME: To the hospital. I’ll have to remember to put the hearing aids in later. Got the paperwork in a plastic folder. Put that with the four spectacles needed. List of medications and doses. I can’t remember the others now, but I’m not going to take them out of the carrier again for fear of losing or forgetting to take them.


Got the clothes needed to change into. Socks, shirt, trews, and a long-sleeved thick shirt.
Into the wet room.
No messing, I got the teggies done, bleeding gums, and started Toothache Tiffany of again.
A few more than usual cause I was rushing, I suppose. I thought to myself, a 2-hour ETA means I’ll be sitting waiting and afraid to do anything cause I’ve got to respond straight away; they tell me when the lift arrives.
Possibly the same reason for the dropsies in the shower? Showerhead, gel bottle (3), flannel, loofah (2) and knocked the scum-cleaner bottle over. What was it doing in there? Well… I’ve no idea?
Drying off under the wall heater (Blimey, it was cold this morning!), I dropped the towel twice. The second time I tried to catch it… well, I did, actually. But I knocked endless items off of the floor cabinets in the process… The olive oil dropper, Eye drops, Germoloid ointment and
Daktacort cream. The oil dropper (it had to be the hardest thing!) landed right on my right foot’s Onychovryptosis (Ingrowing toenail)!
Having medicated and refreshed myself, I started to dress by putting on the Protection-Pants… Felt a twinge of pain from the bum and investigated… I fear it’s another boil or furuncle coming on.
I avoided using Sock-Glide-Glenda by leaning back into a corner of the room and managed to get both socks on.
But copped for a Right leg Neuropathic Schuhplattler dance as I was just about to get both feet on the ground! Hence, I now have a bruise on my right knee and another one on the elbow.
Then I got to do the .

How disappointing, down-heartening and annoying!

I was rather hoping to make it a hat-trick of good numbers…

I was making a mug of Glengettie and spotted the high, very small moon. Surrounded by beautiful blue skies.

Then I proceeded in a northerly direction and zoomed in on the planet. With hopes of getting some detail of the surface showing.

I don’t know why I bother!

I suppose there is a chance that the eyes are not picking out the finer points. No!

I decided suddenly (I do that sometimes, you know), To go downstairs and wait in the front lobby for the lift to the hospital. Did some checks first.

I left down at 0713hrs.

Tenant Chrissie was in the lobby, waiting for her taxi to arrive. We had a most enjoyable chinwag ad nattering session between us.

I got the crossword book out and had a go at it.
But it was a futile effort. As I read a clue, the whole page of them would blend together and look almost like running water! I gave up.

The marks that I could see on the windows while looking out for the lift arriving, for some reason, annoyed me?

At 0858hrs, I spotted the lift arriving. And thus began a long, late arrival for my appointment at the Queens Medical Centre and the EENT department.
The two drivers had three other patients in the ambulance and picked up two more en route.
The traffic was bad. When we arrived, they dropped me off first, and the driver put me in a wheelchair, and they both came in with me to ascertain I got to the right place.
This is how it went: We got to the EENT main reception and showed them the paperwork. The female told me. they had to go up to the third floor – which we did.
On the third floor, the paperwork came out again, and we were told we needed the fourth floor.
I recognised the fourth-floor area; that’s where I went on my last visit. The paperwork came out again, and we were told to go back down to the first floor again! So, we did!
A different receptionist checked the paperwork this time. And they took me through to another clinic to await being called into an assessment room.
within minutes, a young nurse came for me.
Asked why I was in a wheelchair. Can’t you manage with the trolley guide you’ve got? ‘Yes, I replied’ We went into a room to have a longish question and answer session. She checked the spectacle paperwork and began to tell me what was going to happen when they called me back.
She spoke so quickly, that I missed a lot of what she was saying. But didn’t worry too much, as she gave me paperwork and leaflets to give before coming in. 42 pages of them! See lower down on this page!  I then departed to the reception desk and was told where to wait for my lift.
Five hours later, the lift arrived! Another run around, too.
A patient and Carer were already in the ambulance.
The driver cleverly got us to the Treatment Centre to collect another patient.
It didn’t take him long to fetch him. Then in the heavy traffic again, the chap made his way to Basford to drop off the second patient gathered.
Then on to Carrington, to a nursing home to drop off the other patient and carer. And have a laugh and chinwag with the crowd of Carer females who came out to see him. Must admit, he was rather good-looking. Hehe!
Then, back to Sherwood to drop me off.

I thanked him and got the kettle on, sharpish. While it was boiling, I took a quick look at the paperwork I’d got to digest for the operation…

This is going to take some absorbing, methinks!

I got on with updating this blog. And was doing pretty with it. Then, the computer would not let me type or use the keyboard on anything?
I believed I’d just hit a series of wrong keys in my rushing to get the job done. But I know not what I’d actually done wrong. I turned off the computer and rebooted it… Argh! A dreaded Blue Screen came on! lt told me what keys to press for help and to Start… but pressing them made no difference.
I was incapable of sorting out anything. I was in a proper state, mentally, and felt this was the end of my beloved blogging days!
I was desperate, and I went to ask my neighbour Malcolm if he could help.
He came to take a look, uncertain if he could help.
Within minutes, he’s found the problem. The batteries in the keyboard had died a death! Malcolm fitted the new batteries and booted the computer up!
I was so relieved I could have kissed him – but didn’t, of course. Bless him; saved the day again!

I’d spent so long trying to sort it out; the blogging wasn’t caught up with me after all. and
Another late night in the offing. !

Came in and got the medications sorted out for me. I insisted on some treat-selecting being done! Bless her! Listened to my tale of the day’s farcicalnesses.

Went to get the nosh sorted out.
I got the mock pork in the oven cooking slowly on low heat. I forgot to add the olive oil spray tonight. That was not an amazing statement, considering the day I’d had. Took this photo of the evening skyline and had a look again at the leaflets, booklets and A4 pages of advice and instruction on the cataract pre and post-procedures.
My brain froze and refused to let me understand what I was looking at, had just read, or why I was bothering. Considering it was mostly fuliginous-flapdoodle and mostly incomprehensible to my affected brain. I gave up!

Checked the oven and got the TV on to watch what was left of the Heartbeat episode on channel ten.

I woke up and got the nosh served up.
I think the messy long day had affected me more than I thought – I was close to falling asleep several times while eating this meal. Tsk!
Ended up with terrible toothache before I’d finished eating it. Had to leave some of the shoulder and chips; too hard.

Washed the pots, washed and changed into jammies, into the recliner and commenced the usual routine of nodding off, springing awake, nodding off, nodding off, springing awake, nodding…

Inchcock Today: Monday 17th October 2022

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Around about 07:30hrs, chiming out woke me up in a somewhat confused state… Nay, a perplexed state! Although this was obviously not as bad as that was! Not since the stroke day have I felt worse on waking up. 
It took me a while to work out just what was happening. Was I dreaming again? Had I lost the evening to whiles? I then realised it was morning and not evening. (I’m quick sometimes, you know!) I worked out that whoever the Carer was had not come in – so I had not unlocked the door. (After a minute or so of Sherlockian investigating) The rude awakening and the confused mind left me in a fantod state of mind.
I struggled as fast as I could to get the door unlocked. Ad I hope hoped, it was who was there. Once I began to tell him of what I’m not sure: presumably of last night’s farce when I was sure it was morning. The why and how I believed it was in the was evening and not morning now… Everything I was saying was confusing, even to me. I think I was also forgetting what I was saying all the time.
So, no reports on Richards’s visit to give you many details about it. Not that I felt in the slightest bit unwell or poorly, mind you. Just in a bemused, perplexed, mind-going-around-in-circles, sort of in a chaotic, jumbled world of its own, with me chasing after it! 
However, to whatever happened as I was walking Richard to the door. Life, understanding and acknowledgement of the things around me returned began to return to me. No recollection of taking the medications, but I just know that I was waffling on to poor Richard and losing what I was saying seconds later. But by then, I’d be on another subject, and I wanted to keep on that before I lost track of that topic. I think…
I hope to formulate a message to tell the Doctor tomorrow when she rings me. That is understandable to her. Although it’s not so to me, I must tell her what happened?
Aha! I’ve just found the memory note, and it mentions Carer Richard. (Not a lot on the pad, though; proof that my concentration is still insufficient!).
As best I can decipher the notes, it says: “Richard… I talked gibberish. Vague ___?___. But report? Seeing Richard off.” That’s all? This was written about 9½hrs ago, so not surprising that I can’t work out the missing or unreadable wordings for the life of me. Humph!

Off to the kitchen to make a brew of Co-op 99 tea. Then, just after adding the water, The was needed.
I sat there, once again, waiting for the evacuation to begin. I even sang, Begin the Begin to myself. Artie Shaw’s 1939 version, of course. Counted the cracks in the ceiling and wet room wall. I may have nodded off for a while as well.
When the torpedo started its slow, grindingly painful journey to freedom, it woke me up with a shog and captured my full attention! The relief was phenomenal! It must have been a two-minute spell while the escaping product travelled out before it hit the water. 
bled only the tiniest amount, but they stung like the devil! Germoloid ointment came to the rescue! Olive oiled the ears. And then I touched up MedPhorpainknee with a good dose and rubbed in plenty of the Phorpain Gel.
Hobbled back to the kitchenette.
To the now stone-cold mug of 99 tea! . Well, I made another, keeping all calm, as id my want and very nature.
As I poured the water into the mug, I espied something floating on top? Obviously, the kettle needed descaling. No Sherlockian Investigations were required here.

I decided I’d do it straight away, as I knew where the last packet of descaling powder was, in the old cutlery drawer! But no!
 It wasn’t in there! The search to find the packet must have taken me at least an hour! It had fallen down the back of the drawer into the cupboard below.
Now I was all the more determined, resolved to get the kettle de-furred! I got the spy-glass to read and rewrote the instruction on some paper, nice and large, so I could not get them wrong.
Then got them wrong! I think. I couldn’t check because I’d unthinkingly torn up the carton the sachet came after I’d added it to the kettle! I thought it said Leave it in hot water in the kettle for ten minutes. Which I did, and I timed it to spot on. Rinsed was advised, boiled again and emptied.

Kicked off and got a reply post-haste. I’ve got this returning his bangs to a tee using the Wooden Walter stick! He did many knockings late on, but they were barely discernable. Thanks, Herbert!

I got an email from Asda telling me there were some lines (6) unavailable, and some substitutes had been made. A link to amend the order was pressed. I proceeded to get myself into the right mess. I could not find a way to cancel the substitutions. I’m not sure what I did wrong, but when I clicked amend the order, I’d spent £15 more than the original order was! ! and joined forces in a sudden pain attack. !

When I made the mug of Thompson’s Punjana tea, I thought I could see things floating about in the kettle? Oh, .

Jodie arrived to see me. We had a laugh and a natter about things.
She reminded me about the spoons to get for the Pentax. And watched while I put it on the Calendar.
Then asked me if I had booked an EasyLink lift for the Tuesday visit to the chemist. Thanks to , I had no idea whether I had or not. Jodie offered to ring Deana in the morning to confirm for me. ♥ I gave her the last ‘Smoked’ Coke from the fridge, an extra one; thanks for helping me.

Carried on with blogging while having ‘Heartbeat’ on the TV. You’ll never believe it, but:


Then, the chips were in the oven with the smoked BBQ rice and the peas left in the saucepan. I’m feeling hungry for the first time in a while this Monday night.
Oh… I found this photo on the SD card. Not the foggiest idea about it?

Got the belated checks done.

At last, I got some late-evening fodder cooked. It went down a treat! I ate it slowly, savouring every fork and spoonful! I masticated each one more than usual… by gum, this was one of the best meals I’d done for myself for ages!

A genuinely worthy, tasty meal that deserved a Flavour-Rating of 9.4/10!
As you can see here in the photo of the finished meal, all that was left was a few grains of rice.
Had let me see them with the naked eye, I’d have gobbled them up as well!

Washed, changed and settled in search of some rest and peace in the arms of . But, with and both kicking off the moment I settled, never stood a chance!

As I lay there for hours, unable to sleep, my IQ warned me, ‘There’s worse to come tomorrow!’

Monday 29th August 2022: Dairy, Cartoon & Ode

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I FEAR THINGS HAVE NOT GONE WELL TODAY

So, this will be a condensed version instead of my usual waffling on. However, you can rest assured there will be the normal errors, grammatical, factual & miss-seen or typed selection of Whoopsiedangleplopping and assorted other cock-ups committed. Likely more of them than average. Thank you.

04:00hrs: I woke, legs looking so foreign to me. what happened? It might have been the fact that I got a decent sleep-in for once, so had the legs up longer?
Got the BP and Blood Pressure taken. Had to take two wee-wees while doing this task? No sooner finished, and it was back to the WC again; the bucket was so full! Cleaned it and put the figures on the NHS site.
Ah, look at that, down in the amber again!
Then back to the wet room to utilise the Porcelain Throne. Trotsky Terence is still in charge. Phoo!
I’m having trouble here reading my own notes, so a guesstimate might have to do. It’s 25 hours after this event that I finally got down to doing this blog. As I said, it’s been a messy day.
Not much went right.
Made an order for Iceland for tomorrow, with J Sainsbury having so many items unavailable… or was it Morrisons? A full paragraph is unreadable here, but something happened; I can tell by my harried handwriting. Ah, well! Next readable bit:
Arrived, Gawd, was he yawning or what? He was doing it while he was talking, and by the time he’d had a few great long ones, I forgot what it was he had started saying to me. Hehehe! He was not in a talkative mood, really, compared to usual. He’d got another extra call to make. Took his bag of treats and the waste to the chute on the way out. Hope he’s in a better state tomorrow. Oh, he did say he’d made a report of the health conditions he’s encountered to the office. Other stuff as well, but I forget now, notes of no use. My fear is being moved into a care home – like the one they sent me to for a month after the stroke. It was hell!

I tried ringing Deana to tell her of the strawberries and plonk having arrived and the new changes to the Diabetes course days. No reply.

The Morrison order arrived.

There was a farce again in the man getting in through the door, he phoned me on the mobile, I don’t think we could hear each other… too long a story for now. It’s getting so late as I write this… I’m tired out and confused again. Nothing new.
I think I made a mistake in ordering from Iceland. Yes?
Put the goods away.
Five minutes into this task, and it was back to the toilet for a wee-wee yet again! Trotsky firmly ruled. Messy!
Plenty of fodder today. They had substituted a veg pie for a beef one; I can give that out later.

The bananas were well over-ripe. And were put in the bottom of a bag to get squashed further.
Inside, the fridge was looking well full. Good job I’ve not ordered much to go in it from Iceland – more luck than judgement.
I took the waste made to the waste chute room. Aware of yesterday’s near suicidal use of the chute, I took my time and received no injuries whatsoever.

I got on the computer and must have spent four hours doing up the old word list for the odes and making more labels to use in this colour. I just couldn’t stop myself! I knew it would mean another late night and loss of sleep, but just carried on!
The Amazon, belated by several days, dried mushrooms arrived. Another cock-up getting the deliveryman into the flats. Too long-winded, I’m trying to save time here and get some sleep.
I opened the large bag of mushrooms and was going to put them in storage containers… I tried one when opening them – they were disgusting! Semi-hard on the outside and wood grain dry on the inside. They really did taste like newspapers! 
I let Amazon know and did a review to let other customers know just what they were like. No bad language, just plain facts. Humph!

I went back to CorelDrawing and was forcing myself to stop the label making – and get some photos on… Huh! The jerking hands came on as I was moving a photo on the screen, a bigger jerk and the screen froze, just the same as yesterday. But this time, after waiting and hoping for far too long that things might right themselves, nothing happened. I could not close anything down other than the internet, which I did. Then had to turn off the computer with the message “CorelDraw is stopping us from closing this computer”

There was an option that said ‘Close Anyway’, which I chose.
I’ve idea if would help, but I closed it down and gave it a rest, and I went to make a brew of Glengettie.
I took this photo. The sky looked as depressing as I felt! My mind was confused, and I felt harassed.
I forgot about making a brew and returned to the computer, almost scared to try it, for fear of CorelDraw of the computer being damaged when I hit whatever I did earlier. I did a little hoovering, checked the letterbox, anything other than start the computer.
The dark clouds had seemingly cleared (but not for long), and I took this snap of the front car parking. A little sparse today?

I tried ringing Deana to tell her of the strawberries and plonk having arrived and the new changes to the Diabetes course days. No reply. Is she busy, ill, or on holiday? Hope she’s alright.

Carer Sam arrived. I was much more responsive tonight. We had a chinwag, and she chose a Gin & Hit for her treat. Taking the bag of waste to the chute for me on her way out.
The night was falling. I did manage to make a brew this time. Haha!
This photo looks like there is a tear in the fabric of the sky.

CARTOON TIME

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Well, it’s so late; better get some food cooking. I lost the photo of the meal and a few more today. Into the ether. This happens a lot with the Lumix… Why?

Yet the next photo, of the ice cream for afters, was on the card?

Dropped of to sleep and got four hours in the land of nod!

Cheers, each!

Inchcock Today Wednesday 24th August 2022

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I STIRRED IN THE DARKNESS,,, Hahaha!. No idea what time it was, but there was a determination on my part – not to get up. A ‘Sod-It’ approach was adapted; I’ve never had this before,,, well, for years anyway. Why this lack of interest in waking, indeed, a loathing at I had had to wake up? I’d no idea.

I readjusted my wobbly mammoth-stomached body in the £300, second-hand, decrepit, Haemorrhoid Harold-testing, sleep deterring, nauseatingly beige-coloured, not-working recliner and tried to force myself back to sleep again. But it was not working, putting me down a peg or two in the contentment stakes. Then the bowl rumbled the need for the early morning trip to the wet room and arose. so I’d no choice then. Grudgingly but hurriedly, I made my way to the porcelain.

Where I was glad that I didn’t wait any longer, for Trotsky Terence was fighting back against Constipation Konrad’s last few days in control of the movements. Phew! I’d not hit the bum on the plastic seat, and the flow started! A close call that. While in the wet room, I decided to stay up and get the done.
The hair on the neck was again not letting me cut it. It let me cut the neck a few times and the left ear, too.
Then, the mop bucket, of all things, gave me a toe-stubbing of high quality and in the 3-4/10 pain range. That surprised me, considering the cheap weak plastic it’s made from.
Dried off and into the kitchen… I’d done it again! Wot a Plonka! I’d left the hot water tap running from when I put the plate and cutlery in to soak last night! So, no hot water for a while, On the bright side, if there is one… I’d not left the plug in the sink, so no floods this time. And the plate and cutlery were very clean. Hehehe!

Now my emotions were in turmoil, but oddly, I soon got stuck in updating the Tuesday blog, and I was almost at the end of the creating process as ♫ Oh Susan ♫ chimed from the doorbell. came in, and he was in a slightly better state of health this morning. We had a good nattering session with a few laughs and Governmental cussing. During which he only yawned twice… honestly! Lovely to see him perkier.

I had a wee-wee, made a brew of Thompson’s Punjana, and set to finishing the Tuesday blog… Then realised I’d not made the Ode to Doreen Rhymes! I’d done the graphics but no odeing, Gragknangles! It took me another three hours to get them all done and eventually got them posted off, well into the afternoon, I think. Ups and downs today?

I made a start on this blog, graphics first, then onto WordPress to start editing. Went to put the kettle on again…
DOUBLE Cor blimey! One heck of a toe stubbing on the trolley wheel, and I knocked off two bottles of spring water… which landed on the other foot! One bouncing back up and hit Little Inchie! Still, it doesn’t bother me. Ahem!

I’ll find another funny cartoon to put on to cheer us up a bit… hang on. Yes, let’s have another political one. Hehehe!

I’ll get summat to eat, then, And I did! A Morrison’s brand roast vegetable bolognese, with the last (Sob!) of the podded garden peas and a baked bean pastie. Bootiful! I think Sister Jane would have liked this. Not the bean pastie, of course, but the veg bolognese.

I took the tray with the dish and cutlery into the kitchen, telling myself not to leave the tap (faucet) running this time. This took away my concentration for a second or so, and I walked into the doorframe with my shoulder. Dropped the tray; naturally, the knife cut into the middle digit, and the tray hit the big toe!
It’s truly dumbfounding; to think all the jobs I’ve done that needed multitasking, and I did them without thinking. Now two things on my mind are enough to cause all sorts of problems and injuries! Humph!
Of course, it was the fault of Dementia Doreen, again! Then after clearing up the mess and a little cursing; kicked-off. Gave me a good rattling of the shoulder joint and kept on for an hour or more. She’s never lasted that long.

Never mind. I got back in the recliner, and I was determined to stay awake to watch the Heartbeat episode. It’s amazing how one can drop off ten or twelve times in an hour. Humph! Then not be able to get to sleep at all again!

Samantha came in without ringing the buzzer, or at least it didn’t work if she did. Good job that I wasn’t taking a wee-wee or medicating Little Inchies Fungal Lesion! Even more embarrassing, I could have been doing the Diabetic exercises. Haha! Samantha sorted the medications, and she picked out her thank-you treats. Taking the waste bag with her as she departed.

I got back down in the recliner but was not interested in playing anymore whatsoever.
I decided to get up and stay up. And went to take a snap from the kitchenette window of the beautiful night sky. Which I did. Absolutely bootiful!
As I turned from the window, I saw that I had left the hot water tap (faucet) running after all! So frustrating, annoying, and ignominious, I felt!

I got on the computer to update this blog. It was soon gone midnight; What happened to the day? Did I have another memory-Blank period? Ah well, I’ll press on with the blogging and get it finished and posted soon as I can,
TTFN each!

Diary: Sunday 14th August 2022

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Due to Doreen’s Dementia, Lack of sleep, Accifauxpas, Cataract Cathleen and stupidity, this will be a short version.

The legs and feet were looking good.

Fantastic!

Pepped Josie’s Nosh.
Computing for hours and hours.

The meal was served up and delivered to Josie.

Did the washing up, and back on the computerisationing

Got my nosh done and served up
Jelly and imitation cream spray.

That’s yer lot. Sorry about this, I’ll do betterer tomorrow.

Inchcock Saturday 6th Aug 2020: Diary

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05:00hrs: I woke, feeling drained before I’d even moved. Checked the time and went through a Thought-Storming session for ages. Jumping from one subject to another, fretting, fearing, blaming and self-condemning. There were decisions, plans, and ideas; the thoughts cleared, amazingly, and I dropped off back into sleep…
This was the same as yesterday! Each and every one of the following wee-wees had after-leakage that, at times, was more than the original wee was! 06:05hrs: I stirred again, in need of a wee-wee.
I hope I will not need to see Dr Nallamothu, Urinary Tract Infections, again. I recall how unlistening and snotty she was with me on my last visit. This is why I’m hanging on, hoping this infection will clear on its own. The NWWB (Nocturnal-Wee-Wee Bucket) was filled within four trips, well, not filled, but it had too much in it to use it safely. I’m getting experienced in emptying and sanitising things nowadays. I wonder if the NHS just might have a job for a qualified Guzunder emptier at the hospital? Hehe!

This Canon photograph is of the morning’s great sky.
They used to stay, ‘Red Sky in the morning, Shepherd’s Warning’. Of rain… but there is nothing on the weather forecast about rain. According to the local news, the reservoirs have been at the lowest since records began. This is not good! Which we could do well with having.

Time to let the sphygmomanometerisationing flow. So I did. The body temperature at 34.1°f was pleasing again. Much better than last month.
The Blood Pressure readings, I thought, were excellent. But not the NHS recording site?
The attachment today was as written beneath the picture on the left here.
Which surprised me. The ‘it should be below 120/80 was a bit hopeful. I’ve never had a reading as low as SYS 120 in donkey’s years. This one was in the amber, as well?

Off to the Throne room, taking the crossword book with me, as I anticipated another session like yesterday morning, of solid resistance. But Constipation Konrad had lost control of the innards to Trotsky Terence now? How can things change in such a short time?

I made a brew of Thompson’s Punjana and raided the packet of pod peas for a nibble.

♫ Oh, Susana ♫ chimed loudly from the doorbell. It was Samantha. Got the medications sorted, listened to my waffling, picked her thank-you treats and was off like a shot. Taking the waste bag with her to the rubbish chute on her way for me.

At long last, I made a start on updating the Friday blog. Not a lot to do on it, but finding so many mistakes and correcting them, took me at least two hours. Humph!

Both kicked off together as I moved on to get this template started. This put a temporary end to the keyboard activity.

I decided to get the ablutions done while incapacitated from typing. Miss was a mistake! Of course, I know this now! As I approached the door, just for devilment, I’m sure, but an involuntary kicked off, and I felt myself going backwards… But I knew the door behind me was pulled to; I always close it behind me, you see, then in the event of a fall or tumble, I can slide down the softer than the floor door! Clever stuff, eh?

But, unbeknownst to me, the door was wide open, and I ended up flat on my back, clouting the back of my head a decent wallop on the way down! So much for making plans!
I got back into the main room on my hands and knees; that wasn’t easy with SSS shaking me about. I used the c1968 recliner to get myself back up on my feet. I was a little shook up but by no means incapacitated or proper poorly.
Found a couple of minor scratches on my arm, the back and head aching, but not severely. SSS gave me rest; at last, Anne Gyna was still stabbing across my chest, which was the worst of the ailments and injuries. Hehehe! I think my feeling a fool was embarrassing too.

I sat for a while to recover, a bit of shock, knowing you would hit the door and don’t, but instead, the floor! Thinking it through, I reckon Esther had left the door open when showing the lady who’s covering for her holiday where things were. No blame whatsoever; it’s my fault for not noticing the door was open… Ah, I’ll settle for blaming Cataract Cathy, then! Hehe! Oh, Back-Pain-Brenda has started now! It could have been a lot worse; I think they would call this ‘Good-Luck?’

Sister Jane rang, and we had a good long natter and gossip.

She’s struggling with her Doctor as well, and her eyes have not been looked at again yet.

Gave me a concert of clattering, but it was a small one. It could have been the 1812 overture! Hahaha!

I will get my feet up to eat the meal and hopefully fall asleep. Well, I hope so, at least. Got the potatoes in the oven and chilli in the pan.

Not very good; I got the subjects cut off. Still shaking a bit from the tumble.
I may take an extra Codeine to help counter Back-Pain-Brenda. Even so, I’ve got away lightly in that Accifauxpa!.
I got an email from Sainsbury’s. So it looks like the code through the post was genuine… at least I hope it was.

Took the Codeine, so I take it while eating, which might be more effective.
Sliced p[otatoes and veg-chilli out of a can this time. But still tasty; in fact, the chilli was a little hot for my tastes, but the more I ate of it, the less hot it seemed to get? Flavour rating: 6.5/10.
Arrived, she was chirpier this evening. Hard to fear what she was saying cause she has a habit, like Esther, of talking to me and facing in the opposite direction. But Val does not do it from another room. Hehe!
I got on the computer, and although hard work, mistakes, and correcting-ridden, I pressed on with this blog.

I went to make a brew of Thompsons Punjana, and the sunset was worth photographing.
I got the meal on my knee on the tray, then put the TV on, not that there was anything worth watching. I’ve got about 150 channels on complimentary view and not a sausage worth viewing that I could find. Noticed the lighting had changed as it came through the thin moth-eaten curtains! And went back to the kitchen window to take another shot, the bottom one of the two. Bootiful!. I think there were only ten minutes between the snaps being taken.
Then I got the blog finished and posted it to WordPress. Gone midnight now! No rest for the wicked! But I want to make a start on the following Snippets blog…

Inchchcock: Ode, Diary & Blown-Up Feet & Ulcer

ODE OF THE DAY
With apologies for any grammar errors and drifting off topics

My worries & fears have grown fainter…
It’s not that I’m any less dafter…
I’m still scared stiff of cleaner Esther!.
I’m always in a panic, flutter or fluster…
But I had some good luck – what a flabbergaster!

I visited the EENT at the Queens Medical Hospital,
On my sixth visit, seeking cataract replacement, surgical,
Outlook not so bleak, but I was still sceptical,
The first Doctor was very sympathetical,
So kind that I felt almost emotional!

I waited to see the top Doc, obviously pedagogical…
For a final exam, to see if it was possible…
To make a lens to cover my cornea, which had a rimple,
My situation was becoming agathokakological…
A final exam deep in the eye, the fault may be congenital,
But the outcome was magical! ♥

It won’t be easy, but they’ll persevere!
I almost let out a loud cheer…
They put me on the waiting list; here, here!
Estimated wait, three months, and I thanked her,
My Smug mode engaged; it went nuclear,
Nothing can stop me know – well, maybe the Grim Reaper…
For the first time in months, I felt happier!


Then, of course, the other worries came to mind,
To suffer these Thought-Storms, I resigned,
Diabetes problems, Dentists as if designed…
To get me confused, my thoughts intertwined!

See above; mankind is so animalistic…
War, killing all tellurians, pathetic!
Humans have always been barbaric,
Yet we make some bionic?

Plenty of other ways to die than war,
Endless ailments attacking us for sure…
Covid, asthmatics, cancer, some with no cure…
Diabetes, heart problems & death in store…
Murderers, druggies, we’re killing more?

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NEMO MORTALIUM ONMIBUS HORIS SAPIT

0525hrs:  I woke and was a little surprised with the state of my feet, ankles and legs. Not a pretty sight!. But you can see from the last photos above that they have worsened! The water retention has given me rock-hard legs? A bit of a struggle to get out of the recliner this morning… And boy, Oh Boy, was it painful walking!
I had a mammoth job trying to sort out a pair of spectacles that I could see adequately with. It seems every day, sometimes the sight changes during the day, and I have to try other pairs? Still, at least I’m on the waiting list, at the bottom, obviously, but the prospects of getting the cataract done are here, at last and least!.
Is at the drilling, tapping and banging early today. Bless him!
Richard arrived, a little concerned at the state of my legs. He got the medications issued and gave me time for a natter, about the Diabetes sessions and how to get there, and other little grumbles. Hehehe!
I pressed on with this blog starting.

The DVT-Warfarin nurse arrived with a trainee along with her. Soon got the blood taken. They were both Angelic, caring, beautiful, appealing, kind, sweet gals. Not that I noticed myself, of course. On with the blog…

The landline rang. I could hardly hear whoever it was, were saying. They were on about the legs and feet? Keep your feet up? Maybe Richard had told Natalie, and they had called her? That was good on him. Back to blogging…
The reddening of the ankle seemed to be lessening as time passed. Of course, it didn’t last, but it cheered me up temporarily) The swelling had not improved, but let’s be thankful for small mercies, that’s what I say!
At last, I got around to finishing the top graphics and started on the Odeing… Accompanied by Herbert’s cacophony of mechanical sounds. Haha! Back to the blogging…
Meridian’s Natalie tuned up, and she had called the Doctor. She wanted to take a photo of my legs to send to the surgery. No problem, she took and sent off in seconds. The landline burst forth again, and I asked Natalie to answer it. The Doctor said she wasn’t concerned with the ulcer, just the swelling on the feet and toes. Said for me to put my feet up. Natalie also listened to my tale of the Diabetes Sessions and suggested that if they can’t move the location to Sherwood. A local volunteer company, minibus, I can’t remember the name, could give me a lift there and back for a low cost. She could arrange it for the sessions at Bulwell for me? I agreed and thanked her. Back to the blog…
Cleaner Esther arrived to see how I was, shed just finished doing the other flats, and checked on the laundry bag, “No need, you have plenty of clothes and towels!” Haha! Fair enough, I’m not going to argue with Esther!
Back to the blogging! A busy day, innit? Back to the blog…
It dawned on me that I’d not done the blood pressure or temperature checks yet. So I did them!
The SYS, DIA and Pulse were all okay; in fact, combined, they were better than they have been for the last four days now!
Shame about the body temperature, though. After four days of being as nearly perfect as possible, today, it was well down at 32.7°c.
The NHS input page indicated that the average for blood pressure was almost out of the red zone. Doing well there, methinks.
I got some chips, well, potato slices in the oven. It’s getting late now; it’s time to start feeding the innards!
Oh, I just had a weather warning flash up! 102°f! Hotter than yesterday! I can see through the balcony window that there is a decent breeze blowing the bushes about.

I can’t weigh up why my body temperature is so low? Hey-Ho!
I’ve sat for an hour or so, with my legs up on a chair, as instructed by the wonderful caring Doctor of mine. But typing side-ways on is bad enough without the cataract eyesight and jerking body limbs. Having to stretch to reach, and getting a jerk, is making me make even more cock-ups than usual. I’m so glad the Doctor isn’t worried about the ankle ulcers… I’m afraid enough myself, though. Hehehe! Of course, she doesn’t have to put up with the pain, does she? Tsk! And putting the feet up doesn’t seem to have helped the ulcers or water-retention in the slightest, does it? Grungleturds!

I’m now going to get the nosh prepped and served. The sliced potatoes have been in for longer than planned, 35-minutes, so they should be crispy enough.

I’m back… what a pillock! I left them on the counter near the microwave! They have gone all soggy now in the heat. What a Plonker!
I put them in the oven, hoping they would not come out too bad.

Botherations, testicles and ARGH!