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Inchie: Tue 31 Mar 2026: Problems increase – Solutions decrease. Humph!

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I did not get around to starting this blog until Wednesday night. You will read why, if you are brave enough to read the reasons listed below. Haha!
If I ever get Wednesdays finished, you will read of me knuckling with Carer Mizra in celebration. No kidding… one of the many outstanding worries has been removed. I’ll not let on yet as to the reason, for my rare moment of joy, laughter and glee. Hehehe! For I have a lot of the miseries of Tuesday to record yet. The frustrations & failures… usual sort of day then.
Oh, did I mention that I lost my reading glasses? Not that it matters to Left Eye Gladys-Glaucoma, or right eye Cataract-Katie. Tsk!
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I woke up. I know that, ’cause when I got out of bed, I stubbed my toe on the walker. Removed the night bag and headed to the Porcelain Throne. For the first of many visits today. This one was a failure. I went to Hoover, the hallway, and the front room, but couldn’t find the charger. Ejaz or Mizra are my compensation for having bad eyesight. One of them will find it, I’m sure. Carer Dilon arrived. I told him of the difficulty I’ve got seeing without the eyeglasses. Med’s given. The Nurse noticed the Catheter bag was nearly full and asked if the Carer had checked it this morning. I said he was just about to. He produced the wee-wee jug and emptied it. I sprayed the disinfectant on his gloves, the Catheter nozzle and in the jug. After a quick but fruitless search for the glasses again, she said, “You’ll find them when you’re not looking for them. Let me know where they were!” A lovely smile offered, and off she trotted. Followed by Carer Dillon. I undertook another hunt for my Hoover’s charging plug. I searched all odd places that I was sure would prove a failure. Where oh where could it possibly be? A good question, but no success followed my best efforts, and looking in even odder places, fruitlessly.
The right shoulder, my back and Fractured-Knee-Frank all seemed a little less painful. I soon appreciated that this was down to the Oxycodone+.

I looked them up on Google. This is what it revealed.
Oxycodone+ is an opioid medicine used to relieve severe, debilitating pain.
It is not usually recommended for the treatment of chronic (long-term) pain.
Oxycodone+ is only available with a prescription from your Doctor.
If you stop taking Oxycodone+ suddenly, you may experience withdrawal symptoms.
There are challenges associated with taking any opioid medicines, so make sure you take these medicines exactly as prescribed by your Doctor.
If you are concerned that you are becoming addicted to or dependent on Oxycodone+,  let your Doctor know so that you can get help. You can also call the National Alcohol and Other Drug Hotline (1800 250 015) for 24/7 support and treatment information.
Continue to take Oxycodone+ for as long as your Doctor tells you to. If you stop taking any brand of Oxycodone suddenly, you may experience withdrawal symptoms.
Oxycodone+ 30 mg is a high-dose, potent opioid with significant side effects. Common reactions include severe constipation, nausea, vomiting, profound drowsiness, and dizziness (I’ve had these two for years now). also headache. Serious risks include fatal respiratory depression (slowed breathing), addiction, severe low blood pressure, (Mine has gone higher?)
The higher the dose of Oxycodone+, the greater the chance that you will get side effects.
Do not take any other medicines to treat the side effects of Oxycodone+ without speaking to a pharmacist or Doctor first.
Serious side effects: Sleeping disorders, vertigo, Confusion, and muscle stiffness.
Genital itchiness or rash.
Oh, I’m glad I looked it up. Hehehe!
But it is working a treat so far.
Carer Ejaz and Mizra have both identified that my balance is much worse than usual. Both of the lads are urging me to use both sticks or the walking frame.
Bless them both. Best if I do not mention the other.

ANOTHER DISASTER!
The computer started showing a graph of needed repairs. Usually, I leave this until activities are showing, save work done, turn everything off, give it a good few minutes, and restart. Not over-technical, is it? Hehe!
The Blue-Screen-of-Death filled the monitor! I resigned myself to this. I’d was just sort of expecting it for a year or more.
I could not get anything to work at all, adding to all the work I’d lost. Then, having a mini-seizure with a series of shakes after coming out-of-it, I should have been heartbroken and suicidal… really, I ought. But, no!
Disappointed and frustrated, yes.
But a strange acceptance of the situation, almost comfortable with it. So many things are going wrong again. I cannot spend any money or get any. Little things like rent, Grammarly, WordPress, and Asda are cancelling my order. No chance of getting Asif to look at the computer when no cash is available to pay him.
I knew I was going to be in trouble even further. But knew of the mass of medication on the desk to my right was available. At that time, it was not angst or fear affecting me; it was just the only way to go. No fear about it. Then I remembered what Jenny said last time I spoke with her on the phone. She really is My Angel.
I pulled myself mentally together, as far as I could anyway, and tried to start the computer again. No chance. But I kept trying… several attempts, turning it on and off again… Google opened! But I could not get into any of the programmes or apps. Give up? No, I tried yet again. This time, when I clicked the Google icon, it appeared for a second and then disappeared three times. I turned it off and, one last time, readied myself for the end of my computer, RIP. 
Astonishingly, everything Google loaded all the apps and icons as usual, albeit they were minuscule, and could not be made bigger. Then a box appeared and disappeared within seconds. I’m sure it read something like ‘Google (something) has been updated’
Well, bugger my lugs! All was working again, although a little slower than before.

Mizra made a call; he and Ejaz are nice lads. He gave me the painkillers, then rang the bank to try and get to the bottom of why the card was frozen. Then we got an email telling us it was unfrozen and now active. Because Mizra checked on a couple, Grammarly and Norton, and both were still unable to access their dues. Of course, the usual AI waffle to get through, 0355 number, so that will have cost me about £2 a minute, plus a connection charge. Mobiles can cost up to £6 a minute! When the robot had eventually finished saying ‘I’m sorry I did not catch that (8 times), and went through a lot of passwords, favourite this or that… Mizra got to talk to a humanoid! When I needed to give permission for Mizra to speak on my behalf, I had a witty, sarcastic quip ready, but chickened out. I thought Mizra had explained things clearly, but the humanoid kept asking for confirmation of the answers given. I heard him say, “Ah, I can see what happened… then he asked Mirza to wait a while… It seemed like an hour, but it was obviously not. He came back and said the card has now been cleared. Mizra & I agreed that, with Dilan being told the same yesterday and it still being blocked, we’d wait until tomorrow to check. A wise decision, considering the bank’s failings before. 
I relaxed a little; nothing to do but wait now. Mizra will check again tomorrow evening.

I called Angel Jenny, hoping to ask her to get in touch with Asif to give him the go-ahead on the new computer… realising, as I dialled, that, with the lack of money and just a £10 note, this would not be a good idea. We nattered, somehow that gal settles me when I’m all uptight, it’s a gift, a gift from an Angel.💟 

I made a start on Monday’s blog at long last, and was making decent time with it…
ANOTHER DISASTER!
Typing away, and when I pressed for a Cap G, lines and lines of Craig ccc CraigCccccCraig filled the entire page! Well, that was the end of a short life for the fifth time, of an Amazon cheapo plug-on Keyboard. I turned the computer off again and back on, tried typing G in MS Word, CorelDraw and Google, all filled up with lines and lines of Craig ccc Craig cccCraig. 
I had a look at the first abandoned Amazon cheapo keyboards. All with the keys printed incorrectly, except for the first black-and-grey one, whose key numbers were so small that I found it difficult and time-consuming to use. By now, I had to try it again to see if it worked, and it did. With my eyes getting worse than ever, it’s so hard to use. At times. near impossible!

The Carer’s times are now varying a lot. I had asked for a list of their ETAs as a guide. All these changes are getting me out of sync and confused.

Ejaz came this time, nice to see him again. I’ve got this on my reminder pad: 152 – 233 13. I wonder why?

Carer Nizra did the last call. Helped me cook a meal. The computer had long been abandoned.
Medications, and left me eating in the c1966, £300 Oxfam charity shop-bought, wincingly grotty, beige-coloured, crumb-covered from my nocturnal nibblings, itch-making, uncomfortable, positively unhealthy, and dangerous, no longer operational, virus-breeding, easy-to-fall-out-of, Catheter-tube-trapping recliner.

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Afternoon Shots I missed, Tsk!
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🤎 Can’t finish. Eyes are too bad. Cheers each.🤎

Inchy Today: Saturday 19th July 2025

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Exam results in school, most at the bottom of the list,
In English, I came out top; I tried to be an odeist,
Wrote short stories, subjects ranging from history to a ghost,
By goodbyes were usually Tara, so I’m no linguist,
I often got beat up, they used sticks, boots & fists,
To survive, I had to use guile and feignest,
I didn’t realise it then, but I was a hippophagist,
I didn’t know the name then, but I was an immanentist,
Which made me brave when I went to the dentist,
Over four years, it was my only visit,
Dad pulled my teeth, using his pliers…
Each time, the pain was beyond bounteousness,
If I cried, Dad would get all blasphemous,
He sent me to the gym, amidst the bodybuilders,
Said I should be more sporty, less academical,
I’ve to learn how to box, be pugalistical,
Even then, I found that ironically comical,
The Sportsmaster trained 9-stone Nathaniel,
4-stone soaking wet me? The caretaker, Nigel,
In the first round, I was virtually unhittable!
Mind you, I never managed to hit Nathaniel,
In the second round, punches were exchangeable,
The third round started. Oh, hell!
He caught me with five, and I hit him once; it was painful!
I woke up in the shower,
His punch had too much power…
So shamed, I went home to cower…
The coppers were searching for Mother…
My losing the match didn’t seem to matter…
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A shortie again. The difficulties seem to come at me non-stop, even at weekends.
The plaster on the leg has just been replaced for the fifth time, and I can’t find any more plasters.
I’ll start with the photos I snapped after getting up and nearly falling out of the flipping bed.

The fourth Lymphorrhoea Leslie bloodied plaster, with the tape that I had to use for the third time, cause I can’t find where I put the tape either.

Another mystery this morning.

The left wrist wound was looking likely to improve.
Carer Ejaz titivated it a bit later.

I received a phone call on the landline. The Neurology Surgeon’s assistant apologised for not calling yesterday. I also received a text message. She will be phoning on Monday and will email the questionnaire for me to fill in. Or was this yesterday? I sense I’ve written this before.
This Premorbid Cognitive Impairment that they have rediagnosed for me is worse than what they said before, Dementia Doreen was. I swear!

As for next week’s events;
As the Carer is unavailable on Wednesday due to accompanying me to the dentist, no laundry can be done, and the kitchen & wetroom cannot be cleaned and mopped. And no help with the finances or Emails can be had. Bearing in mind that Monday & Tuesday will be busier and more hectic than ever, I won’t be in any condition to go to the dentist on Wednesday…
I’m a smidge nervous for next week.
Poor silly-old-sausage!
I’ve just ordered some sausages to arrive next week… Guess what day the cheaper delivery day is? Yes, Wednesday evening!
I hope that I can get the blog done, but anticipate that I’ll have to give up for a few days. I’ll never catch up again, anyway.
Worra Life!
Still, I must not complain; many are worse off than I am, who have things more severe than I do.
I apologise for moaning. Bless you all.

Early snap taken of the early morning view, with  Kodak Tim 2.

Oh, by the way, I had a repeat of the below four times this Saturday.

I’m still hoping… 
Lots of unexpected, no-warning
blasts from the rear-end. Hehehe!

The front junk room, which will only get worse next week without the Carers’ help, depressed me.

Another mystery photo I found on
the SD card. It might be a badly
taken shot of the bed. But why?

The mudslide is coming on again.

I got the chips out ready for later.

Carer Aheo did the second short call.
Carer Mizra called for the third medication. The lad put a new plaster on the leg injury. He also found the medical tape and wrapped some around the plaster. Thanks, Mirza!

I’m off to make a meal now.
Try to get it eaten before the Carer arrives.
It might be Carer Ejaz.

More to follow… Not a lot…

Morosophy Inchy: Tuesday 3rd September 2024

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Despite the lurking and attacking throughout the busy day,  computer and camera problems, Seizure Sandra, Dizzy Dennis, and Electric Shocking Sherida, there was an element I’ve not experienced since… Oh, let me think… erm… 2007!

“The District Nurse gave me a kiss!”

Thanks to Electric Shocking Sherida, I slept on and off, from the ankle up the leg. The nocturnal pouch was again only partly filled, and the tube held almost brown urine stuck in it—the blowback discomfort was not a good experience. 
I got the pouch and went through the same routine as yesterday. Throwing the bag around and shaking the ultra-thick tube until the flow restarted and the blowback pains eased. The nocturnal pouch filled very quickly. Once I’d got the night bag off, the farting diddy day bag filled up straight away. I had to keep emptying it all day. The bending down so often upset Dizzy Dennis. But as of now, 17:05hrs, just the one tumble, but I didn’t go down on the floor; I fell 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. 
I sensed the blood coming from Harold’s Haemorrhoids and made for the wet room to clean and medicate things. Pain and blood, but no evacuations of anything else. I gave up and started to do my other ablutionary duties. Teggies, nasal clearing, earhole olive-oiling, then got shaving. A few nicks here and there, but I’ve had far worse. A good body scrubbing, no areas missed off. Hehe! 
Then, it was Harold’s Germoloiding time. The Catheter scars on the leg were Germolened, as were the under-tummy flab area Med Hydrand the man’s breasts with a barrier cream. I left the painful one till last. Dang, dang, dang, Dang! The Nerisone ointmentating of poor Little Inchies fungal lesion. Now how can I describe the pain when I rub it in? Dire, agonising, grinding, yes, they’ll do! Agonising was left for Constipation Conrad’s visits to the. Well, the first two produced nothing but pain. The third attempt, while Carer Chloe was present, was classed as Super-Agonising as the brick-like content slowly crept out. Amazingly, there was very little bleeding, just a few specs in the evacuated product. Sorry, this tale of woe is out of sync. I can’t find my earlier reminder pages.  
Perhaps I threw away the wrong sheet.
I know. It’s hard for anyone who knows my lucid, alert character to think I may have forgotten something.

The list was lingering this morning.
turned up and looked after me; it was grand. She rang the Doctors for me, making an appointment for Saturday, October 6th, for the Respiratory Syncytial Virus (RSV) vaccination. Chloe looked at the catheter mess and rang the District Nurses for me. Someone will come out today to check it over. Iceland delivery arrived while she was here. She helped bring the bags in and assisted me in putting some of them away. Bless her. She took the waste bags with her as she left. Thank you, Chloe.

I put the rest of the stuff away; there wasn’t much. Three annoying substitutes: They always substitute bread they have none of with the same loaf, which tastes like paper. It was flavourless and broke up if you dunked it or tried to spread No-Nutter Butter on it!
They did have a new fresh meal in a bag, 3 for £10, which I tried.
I opened one of the boxes, and it can be cooked; the meat and gravy in the bag, not the box, Hehehe! In five minutes. There was more fat than meat, but I’m a fair man, so I’ll hold any more judgement until I see how it tastes later. I must be unprejudiced, even against a company that takes off the delivery charge if you spend £40, then adds a Bags, Picking & Packing charge. But at least with them, you know something will be out of stock, and crap substitutes will be sent; as for the crushing of the fresh food…
We had a smattering of rain laterer a lot, mind you. I had a stroke of good luck as I closed the balcony window. The camera fell, and I caught the shoulder strap, so I saved any damage!  

The District Nurse arrived and said she would order some short-leg-tubed catheters for me. I’ll have many limbs and parts shorter than they should be. Naturally, the almost brown urine that had been stuck in the tube and the fresh wee were much lighter now that she had arrived. Humph!

Two hours later, as I hope you can see in this photo, I’m glad Carer Sham saw it to prove I was not crying wolf. Sham told me the urine in the day bag was equal to a seven on the NHS chart. The tube was again blocked with brown urine, and the flow-back sensation in the bladder was uncomfortable; I put that mildly, mind you. 

The drizzle drop stopped, and I got the Kodak to take this shot from the kitchenette window.
Then Carer Christopher came. His first shift back at work. Medications were given, and we had a quick chinwag-waffling session. Then, off Chris trotted.

Two sunset photos were taken as I went to check that I’d not left the oven on high and the hot water tap running, too. Tsk! Nitwit! I assembled the needs to cook the beef in gravy and make oven-cube roast potatoes. I’d accrued a bit of enthusiasm for this meal-making  
Everything is in place; I got the oven warming up for the potatoes. Carer Chris arrived.
His last call of the day. 
I told him of my losing the thousands of photos from the computer. And that I was struggling to get some more taken to replace them.
Chris took some snaps of me on the computer without me realising while he was making up the medications. I found them on the camera after he’d gone. Bless him. Here’s one of them. I must have been in mid-moan status as I appeared to be grumbling over something on the computer screen. Another cock-up?

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The cook-in-the-bag beef and gravy that looked so fatty would be cooked in the microwave oven. It takes five minutes, but I found the nouse to use the necklace timer as I put the potatoes in the preheated oven. I knew that they would take around 40 minutes, so I set the timer on my neck for 30 minutes, and then I got the meat in the microwave. 
The chunks of fat in the bag merged with the gravy, and it tasted okay to yours truly!

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TTFNski, Each!

Incapacitated Inchy: Friday 28 June 2024 – Worra Odd Painful Day

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Worra Day! 
Afraid these events are out of sync chronologically. You’ll notice the part-shaved moustache. This is on here because… Wait for it!… Today, Carer Chris learnt how to access the Kodak Tim memory for me. He transferred the ‘lost’ photos to the SD card! So, some old/new Kodak Tim pictures will be added to the blog over the next few days. This is the first one. I took it as I was in mid-shaving cause I thought it was funny. Not bad for a selfie. As I recall, I got the dressing gown on to fetch Kodak Tim and took this snap without the SD card in it. So it was a while ago cause the memory had been packed for weeks. Hehehe!

The District Nurse arrived, doing a great job with the ankle and leg. Compression bandages (I think she put them on) help to stop the oedema fluid from flowing freely from your legs. She also warned me that they would get tight and may cause too much pain for Burnt Ulcer Ulrich and/or Lymphorrhea Leslie’s Leaking Leg. I was to ring them if it starts leaking through. The Nurse or another one will call on Tuesday to check things out. I was appreciative and well pleased with her care for me.  

I was disappointed with getting the five cuts while shaving, but the good stuff far outweighed that. And I’ve not mentioned the late Accifauxpas yet. I’ll tell you later. A delivery of nibbles has just arrived, along with Carer Joanne bringing in a letter from the bank; that’s one for Carer Kara there.

05:00 hrs, I stirred. I got the night pouch detached, then bounded out of the bed, doing a double flip as I leapt over 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 disome toe-touches and press-ups… You’re not believing this, are you? I don’t blame you! I’ll start again…

05:00 hrs, I stirred. I got the night pouch detached. Then, I fumbled painfully out of bed, resistantly, uneagerly, slowly, and due to the need for the Porcelain Throne, thus, under compulsion of necessity. En route to the Porcelain Throne, I gleaned that both and her fellow ailment , were both building up to give me some terrible torture today. I was not wrong, as I discovered later. I on the wetroom door edge, going in. Then, the great wait began! 
I had a go at the crossword book long enough to realise I would not get any further with this puzzle, so I moved to start another one. I couldn’t even get a start on this page. So, I counted the cracks on the wet room ceiling, 23 today, but I can’t be sure about the state of my eyesight. The painful part-extruding concrete torpedo seemed to have stopped, and I did not show any response to my frantic physical urging it to move on. I had another go at the original crossword and solved some clues. I may have discovered a way to do better with the daily crossword efforts; I seem to get a few when I’m in pain? Gobsmackingly and slowly, the motion moved, with minimal bleeding, considering the almost cube-shaped concrete lumps that had evacuated.
I only had a quick wash because the blog was calling to remind me how far behind I was on yesterday’s issue.

I took these three blotchy Kodak Tim photos of the morning view to the left, then the right, and ahead, but not in that order.

Then, I continued trying to catch up with the blogging.

Her persistent attention annoyed me, and the cartilages wanted to give way each time I moved, which was not very often. 

Sorted out the three waste bags into one.

I got two potatoes out, intending to cook them early today. But my plans were scuppered when I forgot about the Nurse coming to do the leg and ankle today.
I got on with blogging, but it was a difficult time. Mind blanks, eyesight making things more demanding, and a couple of Seizures had me in the right state, confused!
I nipped to the kitchenette a few times to break the frustrations.

I took these three wonderful cloud views over maybe the next three hours. Very close and warm today.

I had a bag of seaweed crisps; they were tasty but costly.
I’m back blogging and feeling a little better.

I meandered into the wet room to get my belated ablutions tended to. I got the shaving done (2 tiny cuts) and a Body wash. I couldn’t have a shower with the leg being wrapped up. 
It was the Midwife—no, I meant the District Nurse. I snapped the leg as it looked just before she got here. She saw me in the wet room and went to do someone else in the flats while I finished the medicationings and got some pants on. I thought that was a good idea.
I recall that the Nurse had been a lovely, well-built piece of the NHS—Haha! A lovely lady. As she was midway through sorting the leg out, Carers Chris and Ayu arrived. We all seemed to have a laugh and most pleasing chinwag as the Nurse did the job for me. Bless her.

Chris took a photo of the newly designed and tended-to leg and ankle and helped me get into the slippers.
The bleeding, spouting, bruised legs now have a ‘cap’ on the ulcer and lesion burn and a swath of padded compression bandages. Much more comfortable than the plaster pad thing was. This soon altered! And with 
just haven’t stopped stinging at me. These ailments ruined my sleep again; I spent more time awake than asleep overnight. 
Here are some of the recovered snaps that Carer  Chris accessed for me.
These were from yesterday, I think. Carer Chris crept in while I was preparing the meal, cunningly grabbed Kodak and snapped all these shots of the flat’s chef (me, Haha!).
He got a little carried away when he was taking them.

He caught me well, as he took them without a flash, and I didn’t notice he was here. Thanks to Cataract Katie, Glaucoma Gladys, Deaf-Duncan, and Peripheral Neuropathy Pete, I was oblivious to Chris even being in the flat. I didn’t half-jump when I finally noticed him. Ha-ha!
Chris’s smug smile and laughter were worth seeing as he roared, ‘I Gotcha!’ He did, too! Chris said I looked like someone doing a brain operation and was concentrating hard as I sliced the potatoes and added them.
The above shows the resulting 8/10-rated meal. I was so in pain and tired I made do with baked spuds and vegan sausages. This is a retrieved snap from the Kodak Tim memory. I think it was Tuesday’s or Wednesday’s meal. 

,  , with to give me terrible hassle overnight pain-wise. I had to use two walking sticks in the morning, temporarily.

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TTFN

Idealist Inchy: Fri 22 Mar 24 Electrical work, Alarm and Fire Brigade

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This Friday, the brain had its usual periods of hazy craziness, with intervals of it being floury. You know, messy, unable to sort out. Perhaps it might have been mini-seizures, I don’t know. Others are more aware of my actions when one is visiting than I am. A Carer had the heart to speak with me after being present when I departed spiritually from reality. Assuring me all that happened differently, I could or didn’t speak, but my mouth moved as if I was doing so? I kept doing things silently, some actions not being relevant to the situation, and I had no idea this was happening. I wouldn’t worry about it, at least. So glad to hear someone explain the unknown to me. Hehehe! 

This was the first time I’d had a seizure when someone was here to see one. At least, I think it was. 

The mail was delivered. I usually put it on the old DVD so Carer Kara can go through it when she comes the following week, but I can’t find it anywhere now.

The Diabetic socks arrived, all three packages, within an hour, each delivered by a different carrier. Photos are further down. Two were extra-long diabetic bamboo socks that looked fine. The bigger one was cotton socks that I ordered by mistake. 
Mistake making? Me? Hard to believe! Hahaha! 
I left the oven and hob on as well. The hot water faucet (tap) I let run cold… again. 

Three electricians arrived to install the new fire alarms and reset the power box. That was mayhem with a capital M. At one point, they had to turn off the power, which caused me to semi-panic. I was scared that the panic alarm box, the internet, and the TV might not come back on again. The very patient electrician checked everything came back on alright; damned kind of him, too! Thank you! All working!
The Fire Alarm was somehow triggered in the flat. I sounded very soft and quiet to my hearing. To the others, the klaxon was driving mad. So, one good point in my being so deaf. Har-har! The brigade arrived and checked out the flat. One spoke to me and walked away. I’ve no idea what he said to me; he’d got his BA kit on. He was soon off after talking to the electricians; at least, I think he did.

Did Carer Victor’s Health Checks on his last call.
Made a decent nosh, much earlier than usual.
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Was the Catheter’s nocturnal pouch was not very full? Then again, I’d not been sleeping for long. The NHS colour grading looked like a number four or five.

I rose from the c1968, tatty, scruffy, unkempt, uncomfortable, virus, microorganism, bug, bacterium, bacillus, germ, parasite-producing, and disease-fermenting, bought second-hand, eyesorely horrible, grungy beige-coloured, £300, charity shop bought, crumb-retaining, moth-eaten, non-working, nocturnal-crumb-ridden, itch-encouraging, incommodious, Haemorrhoid Harold testing, catheter tube yanking, recliner. With insisting on giving way several times, I hobbled almost comically to the wet room. The attempted evacuation was a wasted effort. I was thinking that at least for once, a rarity,   were not bleeding, and I was nearly caught out by collapsing, giving way, enough for a tumble. It should have been one, really, but I fell in the right direction and caught hold of the shower chair in time to stop myself from hitting the rather hard-floored deck.
Infected ankles and legs looked so much calmer this morning. I washed Little Inchy, Harold’s Hemorrhoids, dried them, and medicated them. Then, I creamed the on my forehead and arms. I sprayed the eye treatment on the lids and olive-oiled the earholes. I just remembered at the last minute that I’d not put the barrier cream on the tummy infection yet. So, I did! It’s hard work getting old, Haha!

I took the wet-room waste bag and amalgamated it with rubbish from the other two bins. Making two bags of waste, and took them to the front door.
The amazing blue-hued sky in this poor-quality photo I took from the kitchenette window is so pretty.
Although that’s not the word I wanted to use; it’ll do until I remember what it was. Mind-Blank here!

I got the laundry bag sorted. I must remember to ask someone to take it down for me later. Then, I double-checked that I had put in the wash capsule and softener. They were all present.

Blimus! The catheter day pouch had filled up quickly again. The colour looked very much healthier, too. 
Bent down to empty the day pouch into the urine jug. As I was getting back upright… !
twinged into action. I was so surprised, with her being so kind to me lately. She hit me hard, and I took an extra Codeine 30g. She’s never hurt this bad before. But an hour or so later, the Codeine had done its job and had eased off. I’m so glad to report.

I scurried hobblingly back to the wet room . There was no doubt I made the right decision in rushing to get there. Whatever blockage stopped me from passing minutes ago, this time, was back in full charge of the procedure.
Wet but sticky, smelly and splashy! Cleaning things up took me a while.

I made a grand strong brew of Glengettie tea. Then, at long last, I got the computer on. No biscuits dunked. Was I getting more dedicated to the new diet? No, I let the drink go cold, getting into the blogging. Humph! A few hours later, I took a break. I needed it because I was fed up with making so many errors on the blog (grammatical and chronological).

I decided to open the socks that were delivered yesterday.
The cotton socks I wrongly ordered were a pack of 12 different-coloured socks. I must ask my brother-in-law Pete if he’d like to have them. They are long and warm. I’ll try to remember to ring and find out if he fancies them. Good quality they are.
The next pack contained 4 pairs of proper diabetic long socks. dark grey, I think. The Carer later put a pair of these on for me. Excellent fit, comfortable and warm.
The last pack included two pairs of knee-high bamboo socks. These looked far thinner and stretchier than those above, and they cost an awful lot more. I stored the socks, well, I say stored...

I took this snap of the late afternoon view with the sun and clouds. I am back on the blogging and have started creating the ode.

had once again filled up at a good rate of knots. Still a healthy colour, mind you.

I checked on the Asda order made for next week. To see if I needed anything taking off or adding to it. I took off three items and put a few on it. The original total was for £52.24. After toying with things, it now stands at £66.84!
When will I ever learn?

Another snap of the view of the sky. I went into one of my spells. 
Can you see the bird, plane, or face as I did? Bearing in mind that is making me see double, a shadow of everything attached. So maybe you can’t see them. Hehe!

An early meal tonight.
Potato rostis, Dutch tomatoes, Anya potatoes, and caramelised pork sausages. With a sliced baguette. The Heinz tomato ketchup with pickle was well used. It went down well. I’m glad I remembered to eat early, thus avoiding the Carer calling just when I was starting to eat. 

What’s wrong with the lower circle?
Fair enough, I can’t make out what it is.

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Inchy: Tuesday 17th October 2023 Confusionableitis!

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The days get harder & longer,
I’m turning into a whinger,
Difficult to wash, not that I’m too eager,
I may be developing ablutophobia?
My broken rotting teeth are acicular,
But the nurses have been avuncular,
Learnt I’ve now got Ideational Apraxia,
(I’ll look it up later…)
Leaking legs, my brain goes into auto-closure,
It’s a battle to keep my composure.
Dark depression lingers… Howsoever…
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Woke late, nearly 07:00hrs: Mind you I didn’t get my head down until about 04:00hrs, I stayed up all night to get caught up with the blogging. Got the pouch emptied and changed, and needed (I thought) to go to the wet room to visit the Throne. I was wrong!
Only one long blast of wind!

arrived as I was cleaning the blood from and poor battered about … I spoke with her through the open door. She kindly asked if I needed any help.
She got the medications sorted, and we had a natter. I do love a laugh and a chinwag! But, I forgot to ask her to put the leg strap back on for me. I’ll ask when she returns. Jenny also took the washing down for me.

This means that the strap and stocking could be cleaned: bless her. As she was about to leave, the Asda order arrived. A big one, but no hassle about storing stuff away; the majority of the order was Christmas pressies, nibbles and drinks, for the medicos and Carers. She got them in the kitchen for me, not a lot; most of it went in the spare room.

I also got some more tonic and soda water to appease the demands of my non-working bladder.

No wash, no shave, the day was belting passed fast again. And I sank into a ‘Soddit-Mode’, and pressed on with the blogging. With the usual memory losses, mistakes, cock-ups and lack of sufficient concentration.

Unbeknownst to me, the District Nurse came in and made me jump. Hehehe!  This is how the legs looked after a night with no straps on.
Today, I had to have another strap put on the right leg.
which looked like this.
She put some pads on the wounds, before putting on the diabetic decompression sock, and then…
After both straps and socked legs were done…
and now having chicken legs, the new slippers could be got into! I thanked her, and she said that she would be back, ‘Just Like Arnie’, on Friday to check.

A Photo of the Asda bits here, I forgot.

I selected three potatoes, to use later to use making some cheesy baked spuds.

Many more hours were spent without any interruptions. Not that I needed them today. The mind would float away, then the left-leg-up periods. No nodding off at all. Back to the computer, and misspellings, typographical errors, grammatical mistakes, heterography clangers and various howlers flowed. My concentration was minimal. Annoyingly, I had no idea why?
Do you think it might be something with all the nurses calling on me and getting me excited? Haha!

I started an early nosh.
I’d got the spuds from the oven, making a right mess dropping bits of potato all over the floor and treading on them, while scraping the flash out of the husks, into the basin with the cheese in it. Bashed them about and mixed it all up. I added sea salt and no-butter butter as I did my best to blend the mixture together.
Back in the oven to crisp up for an hour, and had another feast to eat! After that, I settled down with my legs and feet up on the Carers chair. Carer Leuman returned and took off the leg attachments for me. Dealt out the medications and off to his home. I thanked him for his help & wished him well.
After he’d gone, I realised that the pads had been leaking. No bother; they soon stopped.

Then, back on with the blogging. Where I am now, at 03:15hrs! Better try to get some sleep in.

Zzz!

Inchy: Friday 13th October 2023 – District Nurse Visit & I Took another Tumble

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What a slog of a day. Confusion, delusion, disappointment, a memory blank or two, and forever sort of in semi-control, couldn’t-care-less, and or  Fretting about having nothing to fret over modes. Honestly, I worry about myself at times, then sink into an almost, but not quite there, semi-accepting-everything without bothering period. And even with the Carers and the nurse calling, I spent far too long on this blog. But enjoyed it… apart the the self-detrimental and imitation happy-go-lucky periods. Which were all mingled together at times. Talk about up & down! Humph!.

04:45hrs: Great colour this morning. I felt tired out still, and had to encourage myself to escape the c1966, £300 Oxfam charity shop bought, second-hand, itchy, 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. Caught my balance, and began to revert to my usual morning state of confusion and more confusion.

Ablutions and the first of the four visits to the Throne.
Each event was of a similar nature. Apart from this first evacuation, that is. I think a slow starter? Yet I could feel the bubbling and brewing from within, and I fully anticipated the usual of late, ‘Splushes-Splashes’ and all-done routine in seconds. But No!
I spent several minutes counting the cracks on the ceiling, and then I got the crossword book and spent ages on them. Not that I got many answers in, but enjoyed it all the same. Then, the motion started and finished in seconds. Why the delay, I don’t know, I’m sure.

The legs are getting fatter at the top, and the left is thinner at the bottom.

I must report that the getting rather annoying, and bothersome is getting uncomfortable and causing lesions on the skin? With

Waste bags were collated. And left in the hallway close to the front door for collection by the kind carer. At this stage, I had a little bother when suddenly gave up the ghost momentarily. But being in the hallway was a help, as I could reach and use the walls to prevent any tumbling onto the floor. Yes, I had not taken a stick with me. Tsk! Lucky really!

I took this with the window open from inside the balcony, at the right end, facing North, towards Daybrook, Arnold and eventually Mansfield. The rain was coming, and the mudslide growing.
Then some snaps of the weather, and views from the kitchenette windows. But I did my bestestist! Hehe!

The weather made getting a decent shot taken rather difficult. Yes, they were not so good either today. Why? I’ve no idea. So I cleaned the glasses later & washed the eyes.

Returned to close the balcony window I’d left open. (The rain & wind coming in prompted me to! Hehe!)
And spotted a new vehicle in the car park from the earlier photo. So took this shot with it in. A motorbike, paramedic, or police possibly?
Either way, not a good sign.

This may have been a mistakenly taken picture?

The last view of my leg’s condition was before the District Nurse arrived minutes later. bless her cotton socks, to sort me out with new paraphernalia straps & bandages!.

The arrival of any nurse always cheers up near toothless Inchy! Haha!

The nurse had brought a lot of new gear to use on me again today. I felt so cared about! I was smiling, joking and in fine mental form… Honestly!

More spare compression bandages and lesion pads. A big bagful. It looks to me like it will be a long job anticipated in getting the legs sorted out?
A new black wind-on compression sock. The nurse first removed the bandage from the right leg.
I loved the ridges it had left on the skin, and I asked her if she’d take a photo of it, for me to use on the blog.
She took the two above for me. You can see how
well the compressioning had reduced the fluid.
content of the right leg!
She then put on the black leg support on the left leg.
This will need changing every so often and washing.
Watching the Angel fit it, was such a complicated procedure. I don’t think the Carers will not be able to do it without much further instruction. Before doing this, she took a snap of the leg with (above left). With new ankle ulcers forming. The black compression sock did not show up in this photo. I thanked her most-muchly; she said she, or someone would be back next Tuesday to check things out and make any changes needed. ♥

On my fourth visit to the , or rather, after my fourth visit, I realised that the olive oil dropper bottle was nearly empty. So I meandered wobblingly into the kitchenette, and started searching (I never found it) for the mini cone out. (Found some on eBay and ordered them, free delivery from China?)
played dead for a few seconds… this time she got me – Crunched down on the hard floor, but the helped soften the blow. And there was no damage caused to anything, other than my knee. Hehe!

Discombobulated, I closed the computer and got a very much-belated, but needed 4-hour-leg-up-session in the £300 second-hand shop purchased, c1966, welt-causing, uncomfortable, not-working, itch-inspirational, crumb-containing recliner. Waking up a few hours later, I decided to have my second mug of tea of the day.
Utilising , and carefully taking this shot from the kitchen window, of the fast-disappearing sun. Not too bad an effort.

Got some nosh done. Potato Cakes, the last of the sweet Jenny-donated tomatoes, and some pickled beetroots. Which were unfortunately rock hard! I tried two and had to dish them; the rotting teeth couldn’t cope with them.
Hobbled into the kitchen to get the washing up done.
Checked that the taps (Faucets) were turned off, and no hobs, slow cooker or oven had been left on.
I returned to the recliner, looked at the Freeview schedule, and found that I could now watch two episodes of ‘Heartbeat’ and ‘Cracker’ on the same channel straight after each other. An entertainment feast for me!
Huh! I don’t know how I do it… I drifted off at the first set of adverts, and woke 4-hours later when the credits were scrolling at the end of the second ‘Cracker’ episode!
Someone asked me last week, “Do you watch a lot of television now you’ve got the time?”

Keep Safe, Please!

Inchy: Tuesday 3rd October 2023 – District Nurse

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02:40hrs: I wriggled about 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; assessing the various ailments pain levels. Much to my surprise, was easy going with me! Wonders will never cease. Mind you, she did kick off later when I dropped the walking stick and unthinkingly bent down to retrieve it. Tsk!
, were the worst. With a little occasional stinging back-up coming from . The pain behind the eyes is now coming from lower down, near the left ear? But not anywhere near as bad (He says with crossed fingers)
I wonder where the happing of crossing fingers for good luck came from? I’ll Google it now! I know now:
Why is crossing your fingers a symbol of good luck? Crossing fingers dates to a pre-Christianity belief in Western Europe in the powerful symbolism of a cross. The intersection was thought to mark a concentration of good spirits and served to anchor a wish until it could come true.

I tackled the nocturnal pouch removing it.
A much better colour today!

I was summoned to the wet room to use the Throne. The indications acting as a warning that came from the rumblings from the innards, that this was going to be a controlled evacuation… it was!

The mess made was the worst this year! 1½ toilet rolls were used on this visit! Had to change the PPs, and spent ages cleaning up the splattered, watery, phooing product. The stomach was rumbling away for ages, after the evacuation!
I feel a little delicate after this one.

Added the sorted bag of waste to the one that I forgot to ask the Carer to take with him, in the hallway. As I was hobbling into the kitchenette to put the kettle on for an early morning mug of Glengettie… The bowels send another dollop of liquid to the back passage…

I failed to get to the in time! It took me over three times as long to clean myself, the wet room floor and furniture up this time! And two more rolls of toilet paper were used in the process! Where’s when you need him!
I walloped down two Galpharm capsules when I eventually made the mug of tea… well, it was Thompson’s Punjana. And I took one last night as well. Humph!
Darned good job I got up so early, with the nurses due to call on me today. One to rebandage. And the DVT to take the deep vein blood from a venous vein. At least I think it was from a venous vein; it may be from a tibial and poplitaeal vein. Looked it up on the paperwork, Venous!

My  Goodness! I’ve been up for hours… admittedly spending the bigger part sorting out rather vicious attacks from . I was surprised to see the view from the kitchen was still dark.
I eventually got the brew of tea made again.

Later, Carer Marie arrived. No eye drops are needed now; the course is finished. All gone. I’m doing the eye cleaning myself.
Medications issued. Thank heavens she noticed that I’d dropped two tablets when taking them. One went in the dressing gown the other on the floor. She rescued them for me. We managed a little natter too. As the gal was leaving, the door chime rang out… It was the Asda order I’d forgotten was coming. I know, it’s hardly believable that I could forget anything, innit? Hahaha!

Treats and essentials!
The fridge & freezer were full again!

Worked away on the blogging for a good few hours. Mostly making mistakes and errors, mind you. Mainly because of the
I lost yonks again trying to get the signal back. Also lost time and work done when it kept coming back and off again within minutes each time! After an hour or more,
it seemed to be working again?

Carer Kara did the midday call. She asked about how the audio clinic visit went. A short visit, but I liked it.

Well into the afternoon, about 16:30hrs, The District Nurse arrived to remove and put on a new dressing on .
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A nice Nurse not seen before. She had a look in the spare room to see if there was room for a bed to go in.
Listened to my amusing stories of the ailments. Lovely gal. Someone is calling on Friday to redo the dressing.
Be nice it was her again. But I love them all! Hehe!

Carer Benjamin came for the heavy-medication evening visit.
I also managed to drop a tablet then as well! Painkillers and Peptac were issued with the regulars.

On his mobile a lot so not much talking done. Slipped a Rum bar and drinkie, as I did for all of my visitors today.
I took this through the balcony window.
Moments later the rain stopped, and the sun reappeared, although was not there for long.

I selected some tomatoes.
Got the pots sliced and in the oven.

The view had changed dramatically.
As the Sun rapidly disappeared.

Got the meal in the microwave.

Carer Joanne brought up my washing; bless her.

Pots into the dish & added the meal & tomatoes.
Desserts on the tray.
Flavour Rating: 8.8/10. Nice!

The period spent in the c1966, £300 pound, second-hand charity-shop bought, crumb-containing, odour-retaining, Harold’s Haemorrhoid-testing, nauseatingly beige coloured, non-working, virus-breeding recliner; searching for sleep was a success… But only for a few minutes at a time.
made sure of that!

Humph!

Inchy: Tue 19 Sept 2023 Wee-weeing was Agony. Catheter back on! Tsk!

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Carer Marie was with me when the nurse arrived to check with the scanner on my bladder. The nurse read the wee-weeing facts log…
She was not impressed
So, although the pain of having the whole contraption and shebang replaced, was (as I expected) bloody painful… I knew that the worse agony of passing water, would not have to be suffered, at least for a while again. But was disappointed in the failure of the Finasteride and catheter to solve anything after over a year of Little Inchie going through a beating & bleeding, the valve leaks soaking the slippers, the burst pouches, and the miserable struggle to get my protection pants and trousers on without pain & problems would continue unabated. I forgot to ask if I should continue with the four-week course of Finasteride, which turned out, to date, to be a six-month one. I must find out.
Loads of bits came out when I first started peeing again. I assume they were bits of the prostate that the Finasteride had mashed?
I had about 20 hours of peeing, and each of the 188 attempts, was more painful than a few years ago when I was told I had Interstitial Cystitis. I thought that was bad, not this was more agonising!
It wore me out, that and the lack of sleep.
A permanent Catheter seemed like the next option. But, no!
The nurse said they’d probably try the whole shebang again!
Feeling sorry for missen here, Sorry!.
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Early morning view, 03:10hrs.

Sorted out the water bins and bags. A lot of stuff from the Catheter Contraption replacement.

Ablutions and Porcelain Throne activities.

During the course of the day, I had to change PPs eight times.
Little Inchie had taken a battering and leaking, (when the catheter was out), causing this most times. Also, problems getting them on, cost me two pairs as they tore on the picker-upperer; my balance was not good.
Still no word from anyone who can help me with ordering some Samaritan Olive Oil and slippers from Amazon. I can’t order them, cause the last three orders I have had from them were all left on the ground floor lobby. Fetching them up did me no good at all. I’d like to pay anyone who can order them to their home for me, and let me have them. Struggling here!

Carer Marie was with me when the District Nurse arrived for the bladder scanning. It showed a lot of urine still inside. So, after taking out the , I weed painfully to my heart’s content, and then the nurse did another scan. It showed even more content within!
That was that then – A new Catheter set-up was fitted into poor sore Little Inchie!
On the left leg this time. That’ll be fun at night, me going to the wrong leg to empty things. Hahaha!

I did a bit of tidying up, in the front room, but not much!
Went into the kitchen to do some… but no.
Carer Kara arrived and kicked off, and it was like pressing a switch; I was suddenly drained and feeling so wearily tired.
I decided to get an early meal, and just sit down, in hopes of getting some crucially needed sleep.
Potatoes, peas, onions, beetroot & no-fish-fish sticks.
I think I enjoyed it. Possibly an 8/10 rating.

Sweet Morpheus soon arrived, within a minute of my putting the tray on the carers table… Zzz! Great!

Two hours later, I was woken up by arriving. Not that I can recall much about the visit; I was still half-asleep. I do remember his taking the tray into the kitchen for me, bless him. Evening medications, eye drops I can’t recall, but they would have been done by Benjamin. Within seconds of his departure, I’d drifted off into slumber again!

A couple of more hours, and came for his last visit of the day. I was awake this time. And feeling a little perkier and more aware. I took his BP, fine again.

I asked Ben to run some Phorpain gel into my back for me.

Here are the updated Carer BP checks list;

Cleared the things left by the nurse, and bagged them up.

Got back on the computer, then went to get some more Soda Water to drink. Taking these night shots.
To the right…
Ahead…
To the left, a bit darker there.
The down at the end car park.
The mudslide was drying out quickly.

Got started work on this blog for a few hours. It was constantly mistake-ridden work. For some reason, I still felt so tired and was stinging awful

Do you know, I’ve only had one mug of tea for over a week now? I can’t understand why?

Ah, well, I’ll try to get my head down again then…

TTFN

Inchie Prompt: How I express My Gratitude

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How I express My Gratitude

Generally, for the Carers, EENT, DVT, Warfarin, Dementia, Peripheral Neuropathy Nurses, Delivery people, Wardens, and Paramedics, I like to show something they will remember.

So, I keep some nibbles and drinkies on the bookshelf and ask them to make their choice – threatening to ‘Severely-Sulk’ if they don’t. Hehehe!

I always keep some cookies and marshmallows at hand for any nibbling while changing the catheter, taking the blood, draining the vein, dishing out the medications, padding up the leg ulcers, delivering medications or food… or anything else.

The drinkies and nibbles selection in the front room. Non-alcoholic to the left, plonk in the middle, and nibbles are available on the right of the shelf.

Just restocked the shelf this morning.

I put a few options in the fridge in summer when the chocolate gets runny in the heat.

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I’d like to take this opportunity to thank all my helpers, ‘I wouldn’t be here without you’.

Bless You, All!

Sorry, I’m behind with my payments – If Gay Boy comes in at the 14:15. race, Restricted Maiden Stakes, 2yo only, 6 Runners, I’ll settle up with you straight away. Hehehe!