Inchy: Monday 27th November 2023

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0515hrs: After a terrible night of supposedly sleeping all the time, my mind pondered over what I could do to get CorelDraw working again. No rest, no peace; it was an awfully disturbing nocturnal period.

I got up, gingerly, and , along with giving way, all but had me over. I grabbed the left at the side of the c1966, £300 Oxfam charity shop bought, second-hand, wincingly grotty, beige coloured, crumb-covered from my nocturnal nibblings, itch-making, uncomfortable, positively unhealthy & dangerous, no longer operational, virus-breeding, easy-to-fall-out-of, Catheter-tube-trapping, recliner, and lunged for the saviour of the morning; , and kept him with me from then on, hoping not to forget to take him.

Then as I was starting the computer, rang out from the door chime. It was coming in. He looked well-tired out, bless him. He got the medications dealt out to me. Then went to check on the medication stock in the drawer in the kitchenette to sort out what needed ordering. 
Despite it drizzling outside, the temperature was -3°f, he told me, he was sweating a bit. I think his Diabetes level must be well out again. I wished him a good kip, and off he went at the end of his shift.

I returned to the computer and tried to sort out the problem with CorelDraw if I could. Still, it opened the 2017 version…but without my doing anything, when I tried to save the graphics again… it did! This time, the option to use selected only was on view! So I got all of them done ASAP in case CorelDraw or they started again. Fingers crossed and a prayer offered to any God listening that I didn’t lose this capability later, or the next time I open CorelDraw… Pleeease! 
I kept on with this blog, even though I knew that the nurse was coming today and that I must phone the Doctor to ask to cancel the earlier appointment. And desperately needed a good wash, shave and personal medicationings done. I stink!
They thought of the risk of closing down and restarting the computer to go to the wet room for two hours, meaning that I would not be concentrating on the task at hand and be worrying if CorelDraw would go back to the old status and cock-up my current joy when I get back to it… But here goes…


All went well in the wet room. Very decent job all around today!
Of course, with the current condition of the legs, there was no showering, and only one foot was washable. No cuts shaving, not a single one, I thought. Until it came to rinsing off the traces of shaving foam from the neck, only three shaving cuts today.
Back to the computer. The web was down… I needn’t have said that; I take it for granted nowadays with the Oligarchs Service!

Arrived and we had a bit of a small natterisational moment. Only painkillers are required. She tested the alarm disc for me, and it is working.

Back on the computer, now smelling nice for when Nurse Nichole arrives to do the Severe Frailty Test.
I found this photo from last night of the meal. 8.2/10.
I took a photo of the windy, wet morning from the kitchen window. Then, ventured bravely out onto the balcony (it was darned cold out there, Hehe!) Then, the end window was opened to take a shot of the car park. It was looking bleak. The mudslide from the Woodthorpe Grange park was getting bigger.
Off to the wet room, and belatedly, I started the task of ing.

Well, that was the plan anyway. I actually thought Porc failedthat I was in danger of not getting there in time. But no! I whipped off the clothes I’d not long ago put on, and settled down on the, started doing my best to force something to happen.

But the evacuation did not even feel like it wanted to. No wind escaped, and I got out the crossword book and had a go at the puzzle for about 15 minutes. I got some of the answers filled in as well. Then, I counted the cracks in the ceiling. Sang a song and yodelled. Finally, realising whatever was in there must be rock solid, I gave up.

I made a mug of Laxative Laxido. It said I think the eyes are not too good, as you know. Mix with 125ml water and drink. Well, I wasn’t going to wash my feet with it, Hehehe! I hope it encouraged the mass of food that is festering in my stomach to get a move on and summon me back to the ! I fear I may burst open at any time. Fancy that, though… four weeks of being in total control, suddenly it’s all reversed? Then there’s the eye operations on the cataracts; I cannot see any better whatsoever? The Audio man hoovered out my ear holes, and I’m just as deaf now? Then, of course, the Catheter bag has been in for a year, and I’m further away from peeing of my own volition now. I can’t! Even worse from, the intrusive tubing into the bladder is doing him and me no good at all. Also, & bandaging for over four weeks now, so no showering allowed, and daily BO to contend with. Also, both legs  are still spouting bloody fluid! I’ll not mention or , or , ,   , or , , , or even or Red-Eye. The newly discovered , or , But, I’ll not go on about these things, Haha!

I snapped this view of the bottom field just as the rain began coming down again.
I’m beginning to think I may have made a mistake about Surgery Nurse Nicol coming today to see me. It’s getting dark now, and there’s no sign of her yet. I hope I’ve not got it wrong again.
The end car park from the balcony again. The mud may have increased a tiny bit, but not much.
So, the rains must have eased off today.
The bananas are getting black bruises coming through again. So, I ate some of them out of support for the BAA (Banana Anti-Cruelty Association).

Carer Marie checked on some food dates for me today.
Ahem! And that was on just one shelf of one cupboard!

Differences

I missed a few, but then again, I usually do. When I checked the results, you may not believe this, do you know, it only went down again.
Today’s total of malfunctions from the money-crunching and number manipulating Oligarchs of the world’s worst, most incapable,

We’ve been promised some snow and rain this coming week.
Evenings, to be between -3 to -5 overnight. Brrr!

A simple meal for a sanity-challenged simpleton. The Walls pork pies that were supposed to have pickles in them but were pickleless and tasteless. The potatoes were undercooked, and the beetroot was lovely. Most of it ended up in the bin. Flavour Rating: 1¼/10. 
Constantly nodding off and jumping awake every few minutes, a Carer arrived. I was in such a state of weariness and tiredness, I think it was …ah, yes, it was. On the chart in the morning, I saw that I’d taken his BP.

May your day be blessed with contentment!
Not for Oligarchs or Parole Boarders, though!

Inchy: Thursday 23rd November

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The neurodiversity within my tortured brain had eased into a more comfortable area of close to, but not quite a fully-blown state of mock contentment this morning as I awoke after a total of six hours of wonderfully relaxing kip, and foolishly thinking, this is going to be a better day… I can feel it in my bones.

I forced my gargantuan-sized flobby-bellied body from the itch-creating, bruise-giving, catheter-tube-tugging, crumb-decorated from my nocturnal nibbling, God-awfully uncomfortable, anti-sleep designed, c1966, second-hand, bought for £300 ten years ago from the charity shop, cringingly-grotty, no longer working, dirty beige recliner, and checked on the.

arrived & took off the diabetic socks, and told me to phone the nurse, and not to put on the straps again until the legs and ankles had been checked out. There were new bleeding leaks, and both legs were covered in acne or eczema. Left a right mess getting the socks off. Also, the red-eye was looking worse than the other day. The lad was fed with nibbles and a cold drink, thanked home and off he went. He’d still got two more calls to do before he could get to his bed.

Took some photos from the kitchen.

Back to take another window view.
Bootiful!

called. A short visit, she did her best for me, as usual, ♥. She checked and adjusted things for me; much easier now; thanks, Kara. She looked at my legs and put some cream on them for me. Then, she telephoned the District Nurse HQ to inform them of the situation with the leaking legs. She said they would not be out today, but they will call to take a look soon.
Thanks, Kara.

First Car park photo.
Took this moody shot of the gravel path up into the park and the Tree Copse on the left. Which was not a good idea cause I got all soppy about not being able to get to it anymore. Sad, innit?
It is getting light quickly now; it’s another car park effort.

Sister Jane rang me while the next Carer was here. We had a lovely natter, apart from finding out she is having the same problems with her eyes as I am.

District Nurse Sarah arrived unexpectedly but was very welcome, and it was nice to see her.
She set to sorting the legs out.
arrived as she medicated the water papule hole on the right leg just above the ankle. She asked Ben a few questions, but he didn’t know the answers to the enquiries.

As I recall, the results were that I was not to put the straps on the right leg, just the left one. Diabetic socks, on the left with leg-strappings. I now have pretty-looking legs outwardly, anyway.
Left black, right a sort of yellowy pink. Sarah said she’d return on Monday to check the wound and acne.
For once, I remembered I’d got all those appointments for next week, and I checked the calendar. Gonna be busy! Tuesday was free, so she said it’ll be on Tuesday then.

did the last call. But we both forgot to put the night pouch on .

Little Extra Teaser: Does anyone recognise this actor below? I photographed it on the TV tonight?

Just a bit of fun.

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Decent nosh served up.
Flavour: 7.2/10.


Barely seeable, I think that the dot in it was Venus.

Cheers!

Inchy: Tuesday 14th November 2023

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The worst day of the month. With . As of 15:45hrs, it went down yet again…
I spent more time than ever toying, resetting and praying that things might come on and stay on.
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Here we go again…
Can’t get anything done, keep losing work done when the data-jiggling, number-crunching erks at the , get it wrong again.
Sorry, I got to rush with this; it’s gonna be sparse today.
I’m already depressed about losing the telephone landline and Emergency Alarm connection. The tumble has left me with giving me grief and a massive bruise on my forehead… I think that was just a plea for sympathy; it’s just a tiny scratch, Hehehe!
No wash or shave yet again today! Apart from the bother and hassle of doing it, I now think that maybe I’m deliberately leaving the hot tap (faucet) running so I can have an excuse not to run the gauntlet of effort and pain in getting my ablutionalisationings done? Hahaha!
In the late afternoon, the Oligarchial  got a signal through as arrived. He took the sunset photos on his mobile phone, and I took some with .

Worra Day!
Ist photo of the day.
Oh, dear, the kitchen view shot went wrong. Haha!.
Ah, that’s a bit better!

Nocturnal Pouch.

Medicationings.

Mug of tea.

Blue & grey mix in the clouds and sky.

Kodak Tim is in night mode.
This one was in sunset mode.

2nd and last mug of tea is allowed.

Nosh sorted it out.
Taste: 6/10.
Followed by a Christmas Tree ice cream lolly.
Taste Rating: 9/10.

Sorry for the things missing.
As I said before…
Worra Life!

Inchy: Sun 5 Nov 23 Life is a Pseudonym!

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What happens on the 5th of November in England?

On 5th November this year, people across the UK will light bonfires, let off fireworks, and burn effigies of a man named Guy Fawkes. The reason we do this is because it’s the anniversary of the Gunpowder Plot (1605). Also, drunken fights will take place. Cannabis (Marijuana, Pot, and weed will widely be taken. The drug gangs will ensure that the ‘More Virulent’ and costly uppers etc., will be available on the streets. From Glues, gases, and inhalants for the down & outs. Synthetic opioids, pain relievers and anaesthetic-style drugs for the less well-off users. For the average employed yobbo, there will be LSD, Ketamine, Magic Mushrooms, and Methadone stolen from surgeries, addicts and pharmacies. Cocaine, cannabis and ecstasy, along with lethal homemade hooch, to satisfy the better-off students and politicians. The fireworks party will be enjoyed by the scumballs; then,
the competing gangs will be battling each other throughout the morning. Last year there were eight knifings and two shootings, one fatal. They will abandon any pool cars, and steal or hijack a fresh one, that will be unknown to the police. A few muggings might round off the evening for them. I went to make a brew. I could see that a bonfire in one garden had spread and set fire to the shed. I took a terribly bad photo of it. I’ll put it on later for you to see.

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05:00hrs: Decent colour to the urine.

I’d been wakened so often overnight with the discomforts. Photo taken as I lay here in the c1966, £300 Oxfam charity shop bought, second-hand, wincingly grotty, beige coloured, crumb-covered from my nocturnal nibblings, itch-making, uncomfortable, positively unhealthy & dangerous, no longer operational, virus-breeding, easy-to-fall-out-of, Catheter-tube-trapping, recliner… coping with the pains as I had done all night from a vicious, obviously upset by something , which covered an even larger part of the back this morning? And as I got up to take the photo, I decided to take an extra Codeine straight away. I’ll ask the carer to rub some Phorpain Gel on my back when she/he arrives.
Here I go again, fighting the pain!

I tried to take a decent shot on the balcony.
I failed again. Fed up with this! Hehe!

Got the waste bin content into a bag.
Did you notice the empty, Cheesy Curl packets?
Only four last night…

Made a brew of Glengettie.

Back to the wet room…

Came as I started on the Saturday post updating. He kindly gave me a good dosing with the
It’s never hurt before to have the gel rubbed in, but did this time. He got the medications sorted, and we had a mini-natter – which consisted mainly of me moaning. Tsk!

Back to the blog duties, and of course…
By the time I got around to putting this on, it was…

The second Carer arrived, I didn’t get her name, but am sure it was Marie, but I’ll not put money on it.

Then a period of determined work on making up some graphics and storing them. CorelDraw was behaving.  Much progress was made over the next four hours or so.
If only the pains would stop, I’d have actually been on the verge of being practically almost, nearly content!

Took this shot from the kitchen window.
It was so Pareidolianiable!
Hahaha!

Got the extremity medicationings done.
Plus, the eye drops, and painful application of the
Med Hydrto .

Made the second mug of tea, permitted.
Four… I say, just four bikkies dunked & eaten!

Putting the above answer on, got me thinking about Nottingham’s old trolleybus service. I dug out this photo below, which I took in 1963.
The row of Standard Vanguard, and Austin Cambridge black & white taxis against Slab Square. The Council House was in the background. The Vauxhall Victor car, on South Parade, and the West Bridgford number 21 bus, in glorious colours, an AEC Regent Five. The 40 Trolleybus, a Karrier, went from Well Road to Wilford Bride the end of Wilford Road, in the Meadows. Behind the Karrier, is a BUT (British United Transport)  trolleybus. BUT was established in 1946 as a joint venture between AEC and Leyland. I actually drove one of these at Sandtoft Trolley Museum years later. This, I think, was the first photo I ever took. Using a camera loaned me by Mr Wright, a neighbour at the time. Who lived with Mrs Wright, his daughter Christine, and Rover, the dog. He worked at the Post Office on King Street. I can remember all these facts without thinking about it… but can I tell you the time and date of the Audio Clinic Appointment, Ropewalk arranged three days ago by my Carer Kara for me? No!

I’m getting absolutely, thoroughly fed up to my two back teeth left, with these visits! Maybe this problem could be part of the reason for the back and stomach pains?

Late afternoon shots from the kitchen.
The one below is of the bottom field in front of the flats.

Arrived and did his thing.
A cheeky lad, but I like him.

Got the blog finished and posted, and made a start on this one. Then prepping the meal, seasoned the soup again, with the traditional extra-boiled potatoes, and added some liquid smoke and sea salt to warm it up for later.
I took these shots of the sky as I washed the cooking pots all bar the saucepan.
This one through the kitchen window, it was raining a bit.
Then the end car park.
The rain stopped for a while and I took this one.

Well, I smell the allure of the aroma from the soup.
Off to get the nosh sorted out.

Well, I was in the kitchen checking the superb-smelling soup and sampling some of the spuds from within and noticed what I believed was a fire in a garden. It looked like a bonfire had spread and a shed was on fire!
I’m not so sure after loading the photo, though.
It came out to be of very poor quality.
I still think I might be right? The smoke from the fire can be seen, and I thought some flames were showing?
What do you think?

Arrived.
He was not a happy laddie. But I tried to cheer him up a smidgeon. I asked him if could ensure that I do not run out of the Phorpain gel while I’m using so much extra now with
& both playing up so much. He said Phorpain Gel is not on the NHS prescription list, so he can’t order any. All a mystery to me!  Likely it’s all a part of the Mysteries of Woodthorpe Court, with the hobgoblins, spectres, gnomai, phantasms, ghosts, grotesque succubae, extraterrestrials, ectoplasms, spirits, or the Fata Morganas, that have been sent to taunt, irritate and terminate my already limited saneness of mind? I’ll have to ask someone to ring the Surgery for me…
and see if they can out the gel on the regular prescription.

called and whipped of the in no time. Then he fitted the . He gave the
Phorpain gelled a good rubbing into my back for me.
He’s getting clever now, and he has learnt to ignore my rambling grumblings and medical complaints altogether. Knowing full well I’d forget that I said them anyway within minutes of mouthing them. Hehehe!

Eventually, I got the meal prepared the saucepan washed, meal was served up.
Taste-Rating: 9.2/10. Nice, very nice!

Mystery Photo. I can’t recall taking this at all, or why?

TTFNski, & all the bestest!

Inchy Today: Wednesday 1st November 2023

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As my Dad would say, ‘A reet good colour is that lad!’

The early morning sky was grand, too!

Waste bags into one.

And got the kettle on and made a brew.

But had to leave it to get cold again…

Sloppy as the evacuation was, it took ages!

The rain came.
The wind, too, but not for long.

I put the new quilt-throw on the Carer’s chair.

Made another brew of Glengettie.

Then, I spent hours on new words to use for the blog.

During which I didn’t get far.

came. We had a natter while he did a good job fitting the legs and ankle support straps.
Medications given. And he changed the Catheter Day bag for me. Grand job!

Got yesterday’s blog updated and posted off.

Next. Domestic duties. He mopped the wet room floor for me. Had a chinwag.

Next, by gum, she helped me out some today. I keep asking her to adopt me as Grandad, but no. Hehe!
The gal phoned the Audio Centre for me first. I’ve got one of the appointments on Tuesday the 21st November, at 0935hrs. That’s the one to de-clog my ears of wax. She mentioned I must keep using olive oil, which I do several times daily. Then, they will arrange another appointment for the hearing tests. Then, if any adjustments are needed to the aids (and there will be), another appointment to have them done will be arranged.
I’m hoping I live long enough. Har-Har!
She then arranged for a lift for me with Easy-Llink.
Such an angel is Kara. She even put the details onto the computer diary for me. ♥

The sun through the clouds was beautiful.
I sensed some rain was due, though. We’ll see.

Here’s the animals!

Prepped the meal of the day.
Got two sourdough rolls from the freezer to thaw out.
Got the potato chunks in the oven tray.
Sprayed the potatoes with light oil.
Got them in the oven.

Made up another waste bag.

Delivery arrived from eBay.
Dettol Lavender disinfectant.
I thought I was buying 6 bottles; the box looked like it was made for six?

Evening views from the kitchen window.
No signs of any rain yet.

Got the meal served up and started to eat it.
Just started and arrived.
He took off the leg and ankle straps. Left the diabetic socks on as I requested him to do… it was feeling cold tonight! Brrr! I did his Health Checks, all fine!

When I got settled in the c1966, £300 Oxfam charity shop bought, second-hand, wincingly grotty, beige coloured, crumb-covered from my nocturnal nibblings, itch-making, uncomfortable, positively unhealthy & dangerous, no longer operational, virus-breeding, easy-to-fall-out-of, Catheter-tube-trapping, recliner.
It took me ages to get to sleep, but for once, there were no hassles from . I was just coughing a lot, and sharp pains from .

TTFNski, everyone!

Inchy Today: Monday 30th October 2023

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It was one of those horrible fixated-on-word-finding days. I spent far too long on this. The worst thing is the crunch… After eight hours or more metaphorically sweating away at the process, I found out that I’d made a terrible cock-up. The entire file was mixed with the wrong selection, and the new template I’d grafted on at the expense of massing up the yet-to-do list of jobs was useless to me! Self-anger, frustration and demoralisation were my state when it came to getting to sleep.
Naturally, I woke up with a foul metallic taste in my throat and bleary eyes to realise that the wet, warm sensation in the protection pants was blood from my poor . He’s been leaking a long time, I think and continued on and off all day.

Luckily, the agony of peeling away the dried blood beneath the fresh, from the pants padding, the blood spraying onto my clean dressing gown and down my legs… the pain of bending down and getting a visit from when cleaning things up, dropping the Germolene tube and treading on it, any suffering as my left , as I lost my balance, was of no consequence to a pain-bearing hero like me.

At least the urine colour was of a good light shade in the . I’m so glad that the nocturnal pouches have arrived. Less chance of further infection.
The morning view (07:00hrs) was, as I expected, after the clocks changing, a lot lighter. Even if I did forget to adjust all the clocks! Carer Marie did them for me.
I made the first of the two-a-day-only permitted mugs of tea. A good, strong one this time, made with my favourite of all, Glengettie tea. I put the last of the small potatoes in the crock-pot and added sea salt and a drop of liquid smoke.
Then I limped (the toenail was still hurting from the attack on the Germolene tube). On the matter of health, another ailment all but had me over. as I was stepping over the door runner to get into the balcony to take some photographicalisations. Taking these scattered-about shots. The mudslide at the end of the car park is the first one. Then, a  picture of the gravel footpath I used to walk up daily and beautiful trees. How I miss that daily walk. I can’t even get to it nowadays, let alone walk up it!

Got the computer booted up. arrived. Got the medications sorted and checked the taps and cooker for me. Had a mini-natter.

Then, made a start on the word-finding…. It never really stopped for hours and hours… until I realised the cock-up I’d made and the whole kit & caboodle were useless! I think I only stopped for a few visits. All of the exact nature. Not much got on the notepad memory-wise for me to refer to. Tsk!

I took a picture or two of the rain descending through the glass in the balcony windows.
I decided not to open the window, of course, that sort of shower I did not need to take. Hehehe!
I’m sure there was a pattern to the raindrops in the second photograph? All, no doubt, due to my addiction to pareidoliaising.

arrived with a new gal training. We managed a little nattering and a laugh. I mentioned my problem with my inability to get through to the Audio clinic and the Electricity Meter reading.

At some time or other, I took this shop of Gawd knows what? After a Sherlock Holmesian Mode was adopted, I decided it must be my fingers, knuckle?
Arrived. I’d just nodded off in the £300, second-hand, c1968, charity shop-bought, eyesorely-horrendously grungy coloured, Harold Haemorrhoid-testing, easily-falloutable from, unfit-for-use, not working, recliner.
Benjamin issued the medications.
I tempted him to some Carer Treats from the Quality Street box.

Being deep into creating what turned out to be the most enormous, most prolonged waste of time at the word selections, I’d not noticed how the rain had continued. See the mudslide photo compared to the morning one higher up, this morning’s view!

Here’s the hidden cat revealed. Well, it was supposed to be. Not only could I not find it in the top photo, but I can’t even see it in this telltale photo!
Mmm!

Got the meal finished off and served up. Back down in the £300, second-hand, c1968, not-working, incommodious, grotty recliner. Taste-Rating: Erm… err… 4/10.

Summary

The actions, mistakes and confusions of this day have got to me, no doubt about it! The confidence has been shattered, no that it mattered!

Fare Thee Well, Folks!

Inchy: Sun 29 Oct 23: Marathon Ablutioning Farcicalness!

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After trying to get to sleep for an hour or two last night, I realised the futility and got up to have a walk around the flat. (I may have spat and cursed a little.)
As went to pick up my to carry with me, I found that nothing had gone from the bladder to the bag! The moment I’d heaved my rhinoceros-like, but flabby body from the c1966, £300 Oxfam charity shop bought, second-hand, wincingly grotty, beige coloured, crumb-covered from my nocturnal nibblings, itch-making, uncomfortable, positively unhealthy & dangerous, no longer operational, virus-breeding, easy-to-fall-out-of, Catheter-tube-trapping, recliner
Within seconds the evacuation from my bladder to the night-pouch started. Phew!

Got back to sleep, and four hours or so later, I rose again from the £300 second-hand shop bought, c1966. moth-eaten, bedraggled, cringingly-beige-coloured, grotty, dilapidated, crumb-containing from my nocturnal nibblings, bug-ridden, itch-inspiring, not working recliner. Off to get the kettle on for brew of Glengettie.
On seeing Venus up in the sky, I wobbled back into the living room and got , and took this shot. A much better effort. You can actually see the planet!

I was planning… Yes, I do sometimes! To get the date tabs done on CorelDraw for the blogs, then get the ablutions done… Best laid plans of mice, men and Inchy?
I thought then, “I’m doing well here, really getting a crack on with these tabs”.
I’d done five days worth of them…
Then… I realised I’d put the wrong year on them all!
However, I did have a stroke of good luck as well, though. Oh, Yes! I’d not converted them to Bitmap yet, only grouped each graphic. So, had to go to each page again, ungroup them individually, and correct the dates. This meant I would not have time to spare for the two-hour minimum session, as the carer would arrive as I was abluting. No carer should see me in my naked state! It just wouldn’t be fair, and may even prove fatal to them. Imagine the shock for they would suffer. Hehehe! I pressed on with the blogging and got deeply into it. I then noticed at 10:00hrs, that no Carer had called yet. Hope they are alright.

I’d forgotten about making the brew of tea. So I did!
As I got to drinking it, the need for the utilisationing of the arose. I hobbled to the wet room, and the evacuation soon started… but didn’t seem to want to stop! Several times I thought it was over, but no! More spat out again, spraying liquid poo-poo everywhere it was possible to do so! Took me ages to clean up.

Back to the computer, and the now very-cold mug of Glengettie tea! I gave up trying to get a drink and opened another bottle of tonic water. Tsk! Washed the mug, hung it up, and in walked Carer Selena. I asked her if she was okay. Had she had any bother that had delayed her, with it being well gone 10 o’clock now?
A little smile appeared on her face. You know, one of those “Oh, dear, what a clot” looks. Yes, yet again, I had missed the changing the clocks!
Looking & feeling a fool, comes naturally to me! Selena took the three large but not heavy bags of waste with her from the doorway for me. And,

I made yet another mug of tea. Seeing the beautiful cloud formations, I got from my pocket
I took a photographicalisation of the mornings… well, near lunchtime now, view!
I’m not sure why, the the odd chubby cloud on the top left of this photo, seemed out of place to me, but it did? An alien spacecraft incognito? Haha!

Carer Joe-Anne arrived. We had a netter… or even a natter, while she sorted the meds out for me. A good gal!

WARNING: X-RATED BUT HILARIOUSStarting with a visit to the WC.
Cleaning the teeth, yes, the gums bled!GC tooth gumShaving produced… ready for this?
Not a Single Cut! – .
Showering… Ah, well, that didn’t go too well.
Got the shower chair in position…
Went to close the shower curtain and…

The end loop shot off of the ceiling rail. Then the fun started; I had to fetch the little step ladders from the front room, to reach to replace the ring. against the c1966, £300 charity shop bought, second-hand, wincingly grotty, beige coloured, not working, crumb-covered from the nocturnal nibblings, itch-making, uncomfortable, virus-breeding, easy-to-fall-out-of, recliner.
I used the flattened step ladder as I would a walking frame to get back to the wet room. Got inside, and tried to make sure the stepladder was as firm as possible before proceeding up to get to the curtain rail… ! I caught the top plaster on the right leg, against a sharp bit of bent metal on the step, and off came the plaster pad, followed by a fair amount of flowing fluid & blood! Argh!
I got some kitchen towelling on the hole in the leg ASAP, and it wasn’t long before I realised that this was not going to work. Being a Sunday, there were no district nurses on duty, so, being a man of the calibre wot I am, I did not panic, and coped calmly, and practically with the situation at hand. I went in the front room to get a pad from the nurse’s dollop of medical stuff…
I found one about the right size and returned with it to the wet room… As I entered, I managed to bang my right shoulder against the door frame. This was already still painful from the Covid jab, and now, it had set off . I wasn’t sure whether to cry, scream or what! I had to stop for a moment or two to collect balance and mind… not that collecting my mind would be of much use. HaHa!
Then, I found I’d left a trail of blood from the front room, and hallway, to the shower! I opted to cry!  Not really!
Dried up the bit of blood still flowing, and decided to get on with the curtain hook, then get the shower and let the leg get plenty of water on it, then dry it, and put the pre-medicated plaster onto the wound.
I shut the door, gingerly got up the ladder, and on the fourth try, got the hook back in the curtain ring.
Got into the shower, settled into the chair as instructed, and pressed the start button…
I’d not turned on the power box!!! That being outside in the hallway, I went out to the hallway and pressed it. Nearly tripping over the slippers I left outside the wet room door to get into in the event that I would ever be able to get through this painful marathon ablution session alive, of course! But it wasn’t over yet…
Back into the shower, settled again in the chair, and pressed the button, and the water flowed.
The nurse told me on Friday that I can shower again, but need to make sure the plasters are kept dry. The actual showering went reasonably well once I started… apart from the customary cracking of my elbow on the grab rail. At least I didn’t head but the power box this time.
Spent a good while having a good scrub-up. I got out, and dried myself off without too much hassle… which now left me with the two most dangerous tasks; personal medicationalisationing areas to be treated, and getting dressed! Fear didn’t come into it… I tackled the jobs as any heroic, brave, disabled nerk would.

The earholes were olive-oiled
Drank milk for

Blepharitis gel was applied to the eyes.
Germolene & Germoloided.
Gelled.
Phorpain Gelled , and
Gengigelled
Both eyes.
Pain Relief Taken.
Peptac for &
Saline Nasal Spray was used.
Medicated plaster was put on the leg wound.

Getting the PPs on…

No injuries! Just painful!

I applied a 20/1 solution of Dettol to the legs.
Which looked better than yesterday.

Stung a bit, but nothing to hero like me.

I’d just got out of the wet room, as was arriving. He’s bought the laundry back up for me. I’m afraid it was more than damp – as I squeezed the dressing gown taking it out of the bag, water escaped and dripped on the already blood-wet carpet!
Medications given. No painkillers cause I’d already had the Codeine. No Peptac was needed cause I hadn’t eaten anything yet, and we had a little natter.

Then I got the cleaning up done from the ablution disasters – this is all a common happening for Inchy.

While events were still in the affected memory, I got writing this piece above.

I was still writing this, many hours later, when Benjamin returned on his last visit.
He helped me get the diabetic socks back on. Emptied the urine jug for me as well.

I was so tired out and still in a little discomfort after the farcical ablutions session.
So turned off the computer.

Took this photograph as I checked on the spuds cooking.
A kitchen view, straight ahead.

Then got the nosh prepared.
A none-meat, meat Soy pie.
Boiled & sliced potatoes,
And rock-hard baby beetroots.
Flavour Rating 6.2/10.

Washed the pots, and got down in the aged, grotty-looking c1966 made, charity-shop-bought, horribly beige-coloured, £300, Harold’s Haemorrhoid-testing, non-operational, acne-giving, virus-breeding, rickety, easy-to-fall-out-of recliner. In search of some sleep about 03:00hrs. It took a while.

♥ Go Forth, & Find Fun & Festivities! ♥

Inchy: Saturday 28th October 2023 Massive Memory Blank

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Much improved colour now I’ve got some of the nocturnal Catheter pouches to use!

The carer took this shot of the leg when changing the straps & long diabetic socks.

The leg and ankle straps are laid out and ready to be used tonight. Must get the laundry done, and the waste bags have not been taken & I keep forgetting to ask the Carers to take both for me. Tsk!

The first-morning view photo.

Two hours later, a little misty.

Another hour and a change again.
End car park view.

Computer on, blogging started.

Late morning through the balcony.

Amazing clouds.

It was a late try from the sun to get through the clouds.


Early evening cloud views.
Wonderful!

Late evening clouds.

OUT OF IT MIND BLANK
Unbelievable! I lost about five hours of memory!
When I rebooted the memory, I recall going into the kitchen tosee what to have for tonight’s nosh. And vaguely of the Carer Calling. Carer Chloe, I think. However, I’d done a lot of artwork on CorelDraw in preparation for tomorrow’s blog, and many templates had been made. Cannot recall doing any of them, but they are all on file on the Admin page of WordPress?
I looked at one, and it had errors that even I should have spotted when creating it – naturally, I’d made the same mistake on all of them! Grrr! pillock

I think I did an Asda order for next Tuesday… I’d better check. Yep!

It’s not the Worst Day of the year, but one of my oddest!

Cheery-Bye!

Inchy: Thursday 19th October 2023 Aboulomania abounds

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Stayed up trying to catch up with the blogging, until around 05:00hrs this morning, 3 hours kip, including two failed trips to the Porcelain Throne.
It was the same on the third visit later – but this time I was back in the wet room within ten minutes, and;
Gooey, sticky messy!
I also forgot all about putting the night pouch onto my .
It looked like the infection was coming back, judging by the dark brownish colour in the day bag.

arrived, not seen him for a while. Good job that he was a little behind this morning, and I asked him to call the Age UK please, about organising and finding out how much it will cost, and of course, if they could help me, in clearing the bedroom out, so I could let Sarah at the Falls & Rehabilitation, to tell her when it is done (if), and she could order the bed for me.
He sorted out and put the leg straps & socks on for me. Not on himself, on me. Hehe! Then dished out the medications. He told me we only have two-night bags left for my pesky. I hope they send some more soon. Especially with the urine being so dark.

The right leg scabs, before the Compression socks & strapping were put on, looked to be improving a little.
As is my mode of luck, failure and frustrationalisationings, the lad tried ringing them and could not get through to them; they were too busy. He tried again later, and I think they told him he was 11th in the queue waiting! He said he’d try again later and would let me know. I’ve heard nothing.

The rain was stopping now.
The mudslide was an indication that there must have been plenty of rain overnight.
While taking a zoomed-in shot of the mudslide at the end car park, leaning out of the balcony window a smidgeon, poor, battered about by the tubing sticking in him for what must be over a year now, was giving me some aggro and started bleeding fairly badly. Argh! That’ll teach me to bend and stretch!
I was in & out of control of things for at least five hours. Was just beginning to feel that I was regaining what was going on around me, and evening a little when
arrived.
My memory was vague still, and thought distant, slightly confused somewhat. Got the medications handed out and he brought into the flat with him two letters that’d been delivered.
Being half out of it mentally, I somehow assumed it was from the Audi Clinic. I am still waiting to hear from them about the three appointments I have coming up. I believed this to be the case, then the damned brought a semi-panic about how I can arrange a lift to get there, I’ve no to help me for two weeks; she’s off on holiday. I felt a right twollop when it dawned on me that the four-page appointment & instructions letter, was from the EENT. It was something about post-cataract operation procedures. No idea what it involves. For the 1st December, 10:45hrs. So, need to arrange to book a lift with NHS City Transport, or Easy-Link there and back. Plenty of time, but I mustn’t forget to do it.

So after Ben left, I rewrote the whiteboard reminder. I didn’t realise I had so many things that needed doing, Covid jab, lift to arrange. Audio Clinic three appointments outstanding, I need someone to ring them to find out if they have forgotten about me, or mayhap changed their minds, or it will take a lot longer to wait? Virgin going full-fibre. A list as long as your arm of things to do in preparation and installation. Kara said plenty of time. But that is just longer for me to worry about, I still don’t know if the wrist and room intercom alarm will work on the new system or not? Then the nurse will call hopefully tomorrow – I need to mention that having only two-night pouches left she may bring some with her?
Then the mess with trying to get help with clearing the room out so Sarah can order the second-hand bed for me.
And, British Gas keep asking for a metre reading as being urgent, now critical in their last email. No one seems to know what needs reading on the meter?
The mood, then brought forth all the other worries!
The bladder, how come they have left it in for over a year now? They have removed it to let me try to wee manually on only three occasions in all that time? The next day checked on the bladder contents using the scanner, and decided it was still a third full on each time! But still do not give the go-ahead for a permanent catheter to be fitted. Then there is that agony is causing. Tiny bits of raw flesh coming off of now!
, , , , the new , , and now  which apparently is a parasitic disease caused by blood flukes (trematode worms). Not to mention 
on the left foot, and the on the right foot! Or the , or both legs having , , or , , and his unwelcome , along with other ailments, disabling my physical capabilities. Then of course there is , taking care of the destruction and incapacitating of the mental side.
At least the comforting words of the nurse encouraged me a smidgeon; “Things can only get worse, so make the best of what you haven’t got today!” Spoken, with the biggest of grins on her face. I laughed out loud! Which sadly, is such a rarity nowadays. Hahaha!

Going to make something to eat now, and back to finish off in the morning. Well, that’s the plan!
Not too bad at all!
Yummy!

CHEERS!

Inchie: Friday 9th June 2023

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Another oddlimost day at Cell 72 in Woodthorpe Penitentiary… No, I mean flat 72 in Woodthorpe Court.
With the Guaranteed, assured, regular failings of

REPEATEDLY
IT IS NOW $26m!
Plus, a guaranteed bonus & expense account

The proliferative lifestyle of this money-manipulating, smoke & mirrors man, appropriating financial growth,  number-crunching for Liberty-Global oligarch, shows how cunning and clever he is.
I believe there is some hocus-pocus in his getting in bed with not only buying out Virgin Media and destroying its previously good reputation; He is now involving Liberty-Global, on paper, deceptively, deftly, deliberately, maybe disingenuously, financial links with other internet companies in Europe and the UK..
① Acquiring 1,335 million shares in Vodafone Group PLC.
② BT’s, EE will provide wholesale mobile network services to Virgin Mobile for an undisclosed price. Ironically, parent company Virgin Media, owned by Liberty Global, is the biggest competitor to BT in the provision of broadband in the UK.
③ Switzerlands Sunrise Internet. ④ SUNRISE TV & Internet & Phone Services. Liberty Global & Telefonica have agreed to merge their British businesses in a $38 billion deal that will create a powerhouse. ⑥ All3Media: Liberty-Global a 50% ownership. ⑦ Platforma Canal+ (Poland) (17% ownership).
⑧ Telenet (Belgium) (58% ownership).
⑨ UPC Broadband. ⑩ Liberty acquired Germanys Unitymedia in November 2009 for $5.2 billion. ⑪ Global announced its acquisition of Cable & Wireless Communications. The $5.3 billion deal expanded Liberty Global’s presence into the Caribbean & greater Latin America. ⑫ They also owned a 49% stake in the majority state-owned Trinidadian telco, TSTT. ⑬
In May 2018, Liberty Global announced the sale of its operations in Germany, Hungary, Romania and the Czech Republic to Vodafone for €19 billion ($22.7 billion). The sale closed for $21.3 billion in July 2019. All of these operations, formerly named UPC (Unitymedia in Germany), were since rebranded to Vodafone. ⑭ In June 2015, Vodafone confirmed talks with Liberty Global focused on potential partnerships, but denied that a full merger was in the works. ⑮ Liberty Global invested in Guavus, a data analytics company, in September 2015. ⑯ Liberty Global announced a partnership with Amazon Prime Video. ⑰ VodafoneZiggo (50% ownership), ⑱ Vodafone Netherlands.

Oligarchs paradise!

Its respective legal names are Liberty Global Plc, Liberty Global B.V. and Liberty Global, Inc., with the first of these being publicly traded. It was formed in 2005 by the merger of the international arm of Liberty Media (in turn, a spin-off of American cable television group TCI) and UnitedGlobalCom (UGC). Liberty Global had an annual revenue of $11.5 billion in 2019, with operations in six countries and 20,600 employees. It has 10.8 million cable service subscribers, or 25.3 million revenue generation units (RGU), combining video, and internet.
All this, and they still can’t get a signal that’s anything like sustainable, to me in Nottingham?
And the face & cheek to put advertisements like this on the TV?
I had to write these detail – Pure Jealously, you see!
Hehehe!

I didn’t get to bed until 06:00hrs. 23.5 hours after getting up, yesterday. Carer Chris woketh me around 08:30 hours. I didn’t move out of the £300, bought eight years ago from the second-hand shop, Harold Haemorrhoid testing, repugnantly beige-coloured, crumb containing, virus-breeding, acne-giving, rickety, none-working recliner during the visit, and until about 11:00hrs on the second Carer call from Christopher.
Nodded off again until around about 11:00hrs.

Carer Kara called in for a minute, to check on how things went yesterday at the bank. She had to rush off, but it was a wonderful gesture to pop in to check on things. Restore one’s faith! Thank s to you, Carer Kara. ♥ Cheered me up that did.

For some reason, the flat seemed very lonely as I responded to the need for the . No doubt about it, that was still in charge of the innards.
But things did move quicker this morning. Seems I’ve acquired a habit of painfully passing to medium torpedos daily? Not so much bleeding today, either.

After the ‘passing’, I started suffering with and in unison.

Grossly unfortunate with the timing. I was ‘cleaning the rear end’. So lots of ‘bits’ of toilet paper scattered about all over the place. I waited until things started to die down jerks and shakes-wise, and stretched won to get at some that had gone behind the WC – and gave myself yet another damned on the seat leg. Same bleeding toe as I did yesterday as well. Naturally, I just laughed it off and cheerfully carried on collecting the bits of cheap toilet paper from the floor.
A really lucky water hauling session from the kitchen to the wet room to refill the W.C. tank; I reported to Nottingham City Homes maintenance 3 months ago. Apart from the toe, I could not understand why was so kind to me. Then it dawned on me, I think. I was fetching the water a good six hours later in the day than usual.

Were belatedly carried out.

I got on the computer to update yesterday’s blog, and… It had to happen, of course. or else whatever would I do with no Mr Fires and Liberty-Global oligarchs to hate?
Then it got maddening!
It was off for about ten minutes, then back on…
This time it was down for ages.

I took this photo while cursing,  swearing and waiting for the reset box to work again.
Twenty minutes or so later, it came back on.
I started to do some comment answers.
Two minutes, if that, the bloody thing died another death!.

SWINE!

The Carer arrived, Chris again, and he got the cataract drops in the eye, and medications given.

Aha, the Oligarchs allowed me an internet service again.
This time for fifteen minutes. But I sickeningly lost the work I was in the middle off when it...
ARGH!

I’d just about caught up with redoing the CorelDraw work lost, I’m not sure, 20 minutes or so…

Now I was getting pissed off and depressed, and sorry for myself. I was not coming back of its own accord this time.
So everything turned off without a chance to save it AGAIN!
Turned off the box, unplugged it gave it ten minutes and tried again… booted up the computer, but no go!

I can’t find the expletives I need to describe how I felt!

I gave up and got the meal started. Nowt special, a can of veg soup, the last of the Borscht, added some liquid smoke and the last of the leeks… well, leek. Got some spuds cubes in the oven to roast, and returned to find the internet signal back on. Oh, joy! Naturally tempered.

Car parking for Billum at The Manor Laboratories.

I missed this one, sorry. Took it earlier in the morning.

These were taken over a period of time of the wonderful moon out there.

Changing colours over the 15 minutes or so.

Made the meal, tons of it and took a photo of the tray.
The photo was not on the SD card on Saturday. Huh!
Just one of the many mysteries of Woodthorpe Court, with the ghosts, wraiths, spectres, cacodaemons, apparitions, and other grotesqueries that haunt the hallways and lobbies, searching for Inchie to curse with bad luck, create ambiguities, abstrucities, perplexities, misfortunes and botherations, to scare. worry and confuse me! Cataract Kathie, Neuropathy Pete and Doreen Dementia are the main culprits. There are others, of course!

TTFNski