Dracula Depressions – Page 10

Inchie Today: Friday 23rd December 2022

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05:05hrs: I had woken up a good few times overnight, hate precious time was about 03:30hrs. But miraculously nodded off again. Hurrah!
Struggled free of the c1966. 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. Caught my balance and off to the . A slightly strenuous passing, messy with it too. The worst bit was the stink from the painful wee-weeing. (Urine infection back? I decided to get the tended to, being as I was in there, and did! Just one tooth bleeding and one tiny nick shaving. Had a stand-up wash; it was too early to use the noisy shower. Then realised it was late enough and had a good session under the shower. Dried off without knocking owt off of the floor cabinets!
Yes, it amazed me as well! Got dressed and went into the kitchenette.

I saw the state (mess) the kitchen was in and briefly toyed with the idea of cleaning and mopping it. But didn’t.

Got some small new potatoes into the crock-pot on a low setting.
Added some Henderson’s liquid sauce, sea salt and vinegar, giving the strange hue you can see in the photograph on the left here.
I returned later to turn the power socket on. Ahem! I opened the kitchen window and took this depiction of the morning’s view.
A little misty, and the twinkling lights from business, along with the hue of the morning, gave an impression of a wonderful water paint job?
I went back to the wet room to retrieve the wristwatch and was again surprised to find that I’d done the ablutions and bits in the kitchen, and it was still only 06:17hrs?

Made a brew of Glengettie tea, and took it through to the computer, and perused the scarce-looking memory notes on the pad.

Then, I got such a shock as the started to give the right leg some hammer. I all but fell out of the computer chair!
An performed while I was sitting down! Never been known before! In fact, I think I said to last night that it never comes on when I sit down. Big-Mouth!
Well, it’s started to do so now! I clouted my right knee and ankle several times against the 1963-built, falling to pieces, Hopewell’s E-Plan Sideboard, with the doors falling off .
I got the Health Checks done.

But I was a little tiny bit disappointed in finding that the NHS site had put me back into the Hypertension Two-Red Zone again. It seems to be jumping between a most and the highly satisfactory acceptable High-Norm and then Hyper-Two?
Still, it could be worse? So, Fingers crossed for tomorrow!
Arrived as I was making a brew of Thompson’s Punjana. In fact, she finished making the mug of tea for me. We got the medications sorted and had a mini-waffling session, which was nice. Brought a few laughs from both of us, which is good for us, too.

I got the updating of the Thursday blog done; not a lot to go on due to my bad memory and shortage of reminder notes on the notepad. Humph! Posted it to WordPress and Pinterested a few pictures.

Made her second call, a Safety Check on the taps, stove etc. She also gave me an extra Paracetamol cause Anne Gyna was giving me some stick at the time Jo-Anne called.

Went to make another brew, JS Red Label, this time, and I took these snaps.

The bog deems to be clearing now. (within an hour, it was belting down with rain).

The Chestnut Way car park looked well filled up this morning… Ha! Just noticed it is already 14:20 hours

Good job that not much is happening to go in this diary; I’m so far behind.
Harrumph!

Aha, there he goes.
Clunk, tap-tapping with the odd whoring sound thrown in to keep me interested and awake.
Bless his cotton socks.
He’s such a nice, ignorantly superior noisemaker.
Hello, an arditamente of rapid tap-tapping there.
He is likely just letting me know he doesn’t give a toss, I suppose.
Still, it didn’t last too long, an hour at most.
Odd, how I’m deaf yet seem to hear laughter coming from above? All part of the paranoia?

I checked on the potatoes in the slow cooker. Nowhere near ready yet, so I turned the heat up to high. Must remember to recheck on them.
I opened the in of ‘Rehydrated Peas’ I bought from Lidl.
Rock hard, sour, terrible! But the last can that I have. So I attempted a rescue job on them. I put some demerara sugar in them and left them to soak in it. Tried a spoonful of them later – EURGH!
I left them on low and hope they turn out better later.

Returned to the computer and continued with my suitable graphic-finding mission. Got a couple copied and posted into CorelDraw.
At this stage, I smelt the burning!
Panic, flab, I hobbled hastily to the kitchen…
CALAMITY!

The new pan with the rehydrated peas had no water left in it at all.
I got out what peas I could, but the others have gelled together like Araldite!
I’d turned the heat onto full instead of the off position!
Soaked the pan, filled it with bleach and washing up the liquid.
The bottom of the pan was unreachable at this stage, so I left it to soak in the cleaners in hopes of rescuing the saucepan.

Cleaned the mess on the hob and stove.
Then got stuck into trying to get the peas out.
It was a slow frustrating job, but then, life is for me at the moment!.
Heck of a job keeping stuff from going down the drain, but used the plastic strainer throughout, and that did the trick. Took me an hour to get the peas at the bottom out.

The yellow plastic scrubber thingy was invaluable, got the job finished. But not until about the eighth time working on it. When I got to see a bit of the black bottom of the pan, a

At this point, 16:00hrs, chimed and came in. As I was telling him about my details, a lack of interest was shown, and he muttered, “I’ll get the medications done!” I think the lad was tired out, done in. Bless him!
I looked at the Carers Report sheet later, no mention of the mess and danger I’d gotten myself into. I’d have thought this sort of thing needed reporting? I may be wrong, of course...
Jozeph listened to me talking without any response. I asked him to take the waste bag for me, and he took the one hanging up with the ‘Pea-Disaster’ waste in it as well. Hehehe!
Jozeph gave me two Paracetomal cause he saw that the Anne Gyna had started to play up; the anxiety, I suppose, also made sure I took the stick with me.

I nipped out onto the balcony, to take a snap of the rainy view on offer.
Oddly there were few seagulls food hunting at this time

Had to utilise the now 24-hour WWB (Wee-Wee-Bucket) with some urgency. The trickling leak was painful still and stunk to high heaven again! Strenuous, and it took ten minutes to pass a few fluid ounces.

Back to the balcony. Opened the side window; the rain had stopped, and I took a photo of the mud-slide coming down into the car park from the unofficial but much-used Woodthorpe Park. The seagulls were back, squirrel, wood-pigeon, dove, cat, small dog, baby and rat seeking for supper.

Hobbled into the kitchenette to get the nosh sorted out. I saved some of the spuds from the slow cooker to have tomorrow and halved the ones being used tonight.
Had to utilise the now 24-hour WWB (Wee-Wee-Bucket) again. Pain, eventual trickle and the long wait for the dripping of the MAD (Micturition-After-Dribbling) to stop! Which took that long; the flaming meal had gone partially cold before I got around to eating it. But it didn’t bother me. Flavour rating: 805/10! Washed the pots, and the checks were done.

I fell asleep watching ‘Heartbeat’ on the box, and I was well into another weird dream as arrived to sort me out. Hehehe! I think I ought at this time to mention that the names of carers mentioned on this blog are all liable; just might be, possibly, maybe, perhaps the wrong ones. I apologise if this is so.

Personally, I blame for muddling up my brain cells. , and ‘The Lurgy’ for giving me so much constant pain that I can’t concentrate. Of course, that pleasant scumball, pococurante, snobbish, superior-acting, definitely for his mechanical clumping, grinding, drilling and tap-tapping every single day of the week.

By constantly having to take a painful unwilling leak, . To a degree, of course, there are plenty of other self-named ailments to accuse; , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , … I’ve likely missed a few off of this list of the guilty… Oh, Yes… ME!

Arrived. Sorted the medications out. Little natter, checked taps, treat in thanks insisted upon by myself, and Kara took the waste bag as she left, thanked her and locked the door…
After that, it’s all a mystery. Nothing on the memory notepad other than Kara’s name… and I’m not guaranteeing that I got that, right?

Woke up, knowing I was having dreams but no actual memories of them… other than a feeling they were not good, at 02:30hrs, convinced, for some unknown reason, that it was about 07:00hrs. And got up.

Inchie Today: Wednesday, 21st December 2022

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Link: https://www.nottinghampost.com/news/health/people-never-been-ill-new-7944558

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NOT SO GOOD TODAY: Very little time to get anything done. The Urine Infection is returning. Anne Gyna has not yet gotten over the shortages of medications that laid me up for three days of agony nada frustrations. Between them caused a lack of concentration and depression beyond belief. I think I’ve also got the lurgy that Richard had. Link above to first Snippet. So not so much diary news, sorry folks,

06:15hrs: Spent the first hour of wakefulness between the wee-wee bucket and the Porcelain Throne. So many trips were needed, and all like the urine-fungal infection started last week. Putrid-smelling pee, pains starting in the bladder area, then moving all around the torso, almost to the back.

The Asda order arrived. Carer Richard arrived as I was putting it away, and he gave me a hand to do so; bless him. We spoke of the infections and my symptoms, and he said they were exactly the same as he suffered last week. His doctor told him of a new ‘bug’ going around. (Please see the link in the First News Snippet)
Richard told me to ring the Doctor, bearing in mind that last week I was late in doing so, nada paid the price in pain and lack of sleep. He even wrote it down on the whiteboard for a later carer to see.
When Carer Ty arrived, he rang the Doctors for an appointment for the infection to be seen quicker this time. I got an appointment for 6th January. About 15 days’ time, that’ll help me with the urine agony, won’t it?

Spent many hours on updating the Tuesday blog, at least five! Before getting it done. Accident and mistake-ridden, I’m sure. All to the accompaniment of the blasts of tap-tapping and bang-banging with either sawing or drilling noises supplied by the blocks the smart-alecky, insensitive, unsympathetic, toffee-nosed, self-important, naff, noisy nasty man, from the flat above on the 13th floor?

The pains, the noises from him above, and my still tripping to the wet room regularly. All, shattering my concentration.

Carer Ty arrived. He got the appointment with the doctor booked for the 6th of January, and he wrote the details on the whiteboard.

Eventually, I got the updated Tuesday blog posted to WordPress. (Well into the afternoon now!)

The pains seem to be easing a smidgeon from the innards. Not, I hasten to add, from Anne Gyna, she was in the full crippling, agonising, concentration-destroying form!

gave another blast of thudding and knocking; just to keep me on my toes. But it was a shorter session this time. Phew!

Sorry, I said that… just gave a little, almost musical again a blast of mechanical abbellimenti, with tempo and rubato. Once again, it didn’t last too long, but he was putting plenty of effort into it. I do hope that he hasn’t broken his hammer or chopped his chopper off, and that was the reason for his sudden silence. Or had too much of the Single Malt Whiskey and fell over, cracking his head against one of his train engine models.

Better get summat to eat then.
Got settled to watch the TV and eat the meal off the tray on my fulsome belly.

Carer Cheeky Charly Arrived. In a perky mood as per, bless her. Fed me the medicine, tablets and capsules. Soon off again on hare rounds.
The meal was tasty enough even when not so warm. The vegan bacon from Asda was a bit better than the others I’ve tried. But their Sourdough rolls (Cobs to us Nottinghamians!) were pretty tasteless. Hence a Flavour Rating of 6.5/10.

while watching TV. I was having an odd dream, something about frustrations, involving me working in a giant office complex. Couldn’t get out of the building…

But I was rescued. When woken up by arriving. He soon got the medications sorted out. The old Anne Gyna was still giving me stick, so he gave me two extra Paracetamol. He gave me some clues on marinating, we had a mini-chinwag, and Richard checked the taps and stove, then emptied the NWWB (Nocturnal-Wee-Wee-Bucket) for me; bless him.

Was not too keen on letting me get to sleep, so I put the TV on. That helped. I nodded off as the first round of adverts came on.
And, not so many waking-ups overnight. No more than about ten or so, as I recall things. I managed another weird dream. On a country lane, nighttime… and in my old Diahatsu Fourtrack; lost. For some reason, I started walking and whistled to the car, which followed me… vaguely recall going into a caravan with a radio playing ‘Onward Christian Soldiers… and finding dead bodies that turned out to be mannequins?

Evening all!

Inchcock: Sunday 27th November 2022

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I found a page on the floor underneath the Hopewells 1964 E-Plan cabinet. The location of the other eight will have to remain a mystery.

Saturday evening: (All content lost? No idea what I did wrong, but after doing loads of work on this blog, I saved it and went on to make a Cartoon if sorts for Monday.
Lost the cartoon, cursed, and called me names.
No power of concentration left then. The constant pain, whatever position or what I did, is such a drain.
Sunday: I was woke woken up by . The lad gave me the medications, and I think we had a little natter; I did not move from the second-hand, £300, charity shop-bought, , crumb-retaining, microorganism-microbe producing, gungy, moth-eaten, beige-coloured, non-working, bacillus encouraging, incommodious, Haemorrhoid Harold testing, c1968 recliner. i knew that if I did, it would be agony, followed by ever great discomfort trying to take a pea that wasn’t there. Well, the urine infection was winning hands-down here.
I decided to stay in the mock bed. I thanked Jozeph for his understanding of my situation and condition. Asked him to pick a cold drink of this choice from the fridge in thanks.

I was off asleep again in no time; the body and mind needed it, I think. It was 14:50hrs when I woke again!

I was still not fully aware of things and pottered about doing nothing; each time I moved, I needed a wee-wee. By the time I’d got the trousers drooped, painfully sprinkled a few drops in the bucket – then got the picker-upperer to raise the trousers again, fought with the belt to secure the trews, I’d forgotten what I was going to do anyway.

I’ve never suffered as much with put pain getting the daily ablutions done before. The ankle ulcer was stinging away. The tight leg had rebloated, and I had a total of eight mini . A few shaving cuts, all minor.
Despite my trying hard to be careful throughout, I sadly caught my precious but, Oh, too swollen and tender , on the metal support bar edge – TWICE!
After the second event, I sat down on the Porcelain Throne for at least an hour and simply felt sorry for myself. Pathetic!. When I did a slow-motion walk into the door frame. Well, I’m sure any lads reading this will feel a twinge and winch of pain through the ether as was shaken, making contact with the door edge! .

I’m not sure of events for a while.
Maybe I fell asleep?
Found these two pictures of the front car park on Chestnut Way in front of the blocks of flats.
I might have t taken them on Saturday? Or Saturday, maybe Friday. Almost certain it was this week.

Didn’t feel like eating a meal or even less like making one. So out came the biscuits, and dunked them in some Glengettie tea. Nice! Thought it best not to have any more. I don’t think the urine-infections think it a good idea.
I fell asleep in the computer chair.
Waking up confused, but realised I had not got the done yet. So, I did them.

But what a shock the figures were!.

Back into the Hypertension – 3 Red Zone.
If I’m dead, it would have been nice for someone to have just mentioned the fact to me? Hehehe
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Evening Carer Riahana, (I think).

TTFN

Inchcock: Saturday 26th November 2022

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SATURDAY 26th NOVEMBER 2022

UPDATE

Just as painful. The exploding right testicle had either gotten a quarter bigger, or the left one had reduced by the same amount. Still ultra-tender, delicate manipulation is needed in the event of the one every few-minutes wee-weeings! A work of art to get rid of a few fluid ounces of deep orangey-red coloured urine. Still unable to bend without severe pain resulting. But, I developed some new cries of pain. It had to be done. I was getting pissed–off (Wrong choice of wording there, methinks?) with the none-stop pain over the last six days. I’ve never had to suffer this agony it for this long and can sympathise with others in the same condition much better now. It really does grind you down.

Getting in as comfortable position as possible when you sit down, and if you find one – I readjust the ring cushion, with trial and error manipulation of edges of the chair cover, to try and get the raised areas around SOSTH. Of course, there is always something to make the bleated testicle or aching bladder innards worse.

Some things will need avoiding, like coughing! Sneezing, and I have no control over, or the, when the every part of the body is liable to a shaking. But the worst part of getting settled as peaceably as you can is something is always going to force you to get up again. A caller at the door? The need for a wee-=wee, or the ?

Another annoying one is ! No matter that it is most agony, as my previously miniature man’s bits part as you stand, especially with bloated ball bag, I just have to get up and go and check on whatever the commands me to. Tea mashed and left on the kitchen table, Taps running in the bathroom, forget about cooking in and on the stove? Is the fridge or freezer door left open? The kitchen sink taps are left on… they have to be checked.

Without failing today… every time I’ve stood up after sitting, it’s far worse the longer I sit (imaging getting up from sleeping!) Within a minute of getting up, I always need a wee-wee! No question about that, you have to go. Sometimes you may pass a trickle, on the odd occasion, it might be almost (But never is) an actual flow, which gets me excited thinking at last… But no. The pain deletes your concentration and makes you so irritable!

Today the stomach and midriff have gotten much larger and harder?.

The evening meal. Well, the only meal, of course.

Ater struggling to get the Health Checks…

Gave up on the computer.
Nowt else to report, can’t remember anyway.
Just want the pain to go away!

Inchcock Today: Wednesday 23rd November 2022

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Hey-Ho!

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

Depressed again… but nothing like on Tuesday.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

No Help for Cataract or Mental Hospital Appointments Came

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

HEHEHE!

Inchcock Today: Tuesday 22nd November 2022

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01:25hrs: Porcelain Throne, a wash, a second Throne visit, got the waste bags sorted out. A couple of wee-wees while I was making a brew of Glengettie.
Got the Monday blog tackled and did it all the way through (although I anticipate a number of errors and mistakes).
Back to the Porcelain Throne again. They were all of a sloppy Trotsky Terence variety and not a lot of it.
As I was getting the Health Checks done and making the graph… and I am sure that this would amaze and stun you… But the internet went down!

Difficult to apprehend, I know. A man earning now, $26.8 million a year, plus bonus and shares, who buys Virgin Media from Mr Branson for so many billion. 24 billion, I think it was
And can’t even get a service to Nottingham that is even slightly like a reliable service?
You have to admire the number-crunching Smoke and Mirrors money manipulator.

Of course, it’ll be mainly jealousy at how much he is earning. And can’t do the job right… innit?
Also, he must be a cunningly lucky man. He’ll know the few bosses of Liberty-Global above him, and no doubt fear of his spilling the beans on them ensures that Fries keeps his job? That and the back-handers they must be giving to the financial regulators. Just thought I’d mention it.

I thought the wee-weeing was bad now, but little did I know what was waiting for me overnight!

I got my head down and tried to relax and recuperate.
But five hours later, Mr Fries, Liberty-Global, Virgin Media had not returned Internet was not on again.

Slept and woke for an hour, with no interest, and a totally confused brain caused me much misery. At 08:00hrs, Carer Shekiel came. Nice lad, we had a natter, treats in thanks, and he took the waste bags with him.

Noisy neighbour Herbert kicked off with his concerts of noise. At least they were different this time. The usual tap tappings, intermingled with the odd cappella serenade from his drilling tones.

I reluctantly started to fo the Health Checks again
Not so good today, back up in the Hypertension-3 Red Zone. The SIA bringing a rather high figure. A shame about that.

Although I did this okayish, my tiredness and weariness returned. And my concentration was all over the place. I turned off the computer and sat down 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.
All a part of the mysterious nature of Woodthorpe Court, with the ghosts, wraiths, spectres, cacodemons, apparitions, and other grotesqueries that haunt the hallways and lobbies, searching for Inchcock; to curse with bad luck, create ambiguities, abstrucities, perplexities, misfortunes and botherations, to scare. worry and confuse me!.

My mind was all over the place. I was hoping that ILC (Independent Living Coordinator), Oberstgrüppenfuhreress, Warden and Primo Ballerina, Warden Deana, Or ILC (Independent Living Coordinator) Generaloberstess, Ice skating champion florist and Warden Julie would find the time to get me some help on the ultra confusing instruction from the Mental Status Hospital. Even the address is confusing me.
Hazelwood House, ‘The Coppice’, Highbury Hospital, Bulwell, Nottingham.

I spent the rest of the day in the recliner; in fact, I spent 12 hours in the chair. The wee-wees slowly increased in frequency and got more and more painful, with less flowing each time!
As I said, no sleep again whatsoever.
I felt cold all night, a feeling that someone kept walking over my grave.
I made an ode in the morning for the Wednesday blog about this.

At 01:25hrs, I must have had 80 wee-wees! The total passed, would not have finked a tea mug! I started using the WC after this, hoping that it may encourage the rate of flow. It didn’t

Then I suddenly felt the cold more. I took off the jammies and put the dressing gown in the laundry bag. Then bot a thick bobble hat on my head, got a jumper on my torso, and a jacket on top of them. and a thicker pair of trousers on, and some socks… Boy, was that painful!

The rest, indeed even some of this, indeed repeated, I think, on Wednesday’s blog.

The Worst Night Ever!

Descriptive Ode Coming Tomorrow!

Inchcock: Sunday 20th November 2022

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Been up all night again! Now I’ve got the computer going again, Josie’s meals need prepping, and I feel I can sleep – ! I was feeling so slow-witted and tired suddenly. Everything is normal then!
At least I knew it was the morning this morning. humph!

Light-headed. heavy eye-lidded, and with a new (to me) style of viewpoint, I shall call it ‘Soddumall Sunday’, I pressed on with getting the Health Checks sorted… No wee-wee! No call to the Porcelain Throne, no Dizzy Dennis when I stood up from the computer; I’d been on for about six hours, none-stop… and; I genuinely felt I just wasn’t going to get all hot and bothered about anything!
And this was surprising, as I was in some discomfort from the trapping of the already burnt finger. It now has a bruise as well… well, two!
I waffled a little there, and I lost the plot; sorry about that.
The figures had come down.

I poddled out into the balcony and was greeted by the wind and rain. So, I took these photographicalisations through the window.
“I’m no fool!”. Well, I am really…

A few spaces in the Chestnut walk and end car parks this morning, I thought. Slowly it dawned on me that it is still only 01:30hrs.

The Red Van Man just will not give up that illegal parking space he seems to be making his own? Not that it matters, but there were a lot of white vehicles out there today.

I made a brew of Glengettie, and I got on the computer, and a text message came in at about 02:20hrs.
By 03:00hrs, I finally found my superlative new mobile phone. Well, my 1970 bought one. I heard the beeping noise when the text came in, but I just could not locate where it was. It had to be close for me to have heard it. I checked all my pockets and got down with the torch to look underneath the Hopewells 1966 broken, with doors hanging off dangerously cabinet, but it had not fallen underneath that.
I believe it was and that was the cause of this. As the day progressed, I saw more and more areas of the carpet mainly, that looked like they had water running along them. Looked in the wet room, junk room and kitchen without any success. So I gave up.

Into the kitchen to make another brew of tea, Thompson’s Punjana, this time.
Checked the potatoes on the oven to go in Josie’s nosh and took a look out of the window now the rain had stopped.
I looked at the balcony and saw the mobile phone lying on the duckboards!.

Got the spuds sliced and put them into the oven

Back to the computer. leaving it every few minutes to make sure the meal is going on alright. I’m going to have to get my head down when … Hello…
Cutting this short now. Just got to get some sleep; not feeling well at all.
Carer Jozeph arrived.

Split the chillie into two bowls and added potatoes to one of them, and a bit of basil. Can’t see well at all now; what’s going on?
The potatoes looked and tasted okay.

Missing stuff off, sorry.

Caught the burnt and bruised finger on the saucepan lid ring.
May have swore.
Then cleaning the first saucepan, I tore the scab off of the finger. put a plaster on.

Saved some spuds and ate a few

Wee-weeing is back in fashion… not half!

Made up Josie’s meals tray, though it looked okay. Been a grind getting it done today, but felt a smidge smug about my struggles and efforts.
Had to be careful taking it out and to Josie’s front door cause I was having a visit from Shaking Shaun and feared dropping the whole caboodle on the floor. Haha!
Proudly rang the bell… Five minutes later, I rang it again. No reply. Now I was in a pickle. Worried about if she was poorly. Stayed ringing the bell a few more times in case she was in the shower. Half an hour later, I gave up.

Now how can I sleep now? Fretting over the gal. Has she gone out with her Sister again and not told me?

Now WordPress, Windows CorelDraw or something keeps telling me messages about my being out of space on the computer??? I was pissed off and ridden!

At last, sleep, peace, escape from the fretting and mental nitpicking and panicking… Great!

Kiya, I think, woke me up… it was a foggy memory in the morning; nothing scribbled on the notepad, and no recollectionings either?

I must have drifted off again when Kiya left… So did get some much-needed sleep… I assume!

Inchcock Today: Saturday 29th October 2022

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05:00hrs: I have never woken up like this before. The bursting back into imitation life was so violent, my whole body, and there’s a lot of it, you know; jumped up and landed back on the second-hand, £300, c1968, overwhelmingly-sickeningly beige coloured, tatty, uncomfortable recliner, and the second I realised that poor were bleeding, another problem arose. The need most necessitous need for the , this became crucially obvious. No leg stretching or balance exercises were considered. In fumbling-bumbling fashion, I somehow got myself to the wet room in what must have been a record time for me.
I’ve no idea how I held things back in rush to get there on time, but I did! and I believe warranted in this case. Although as I sat there as the evacuated produce squelched its own way out, I became aware of a pain in the left foot , and I assumed I must have stubbed it en route, but in my panicky haste to get to the Throne, hadn’t realised it. No extraordinary pong or bleeding either, and also, there was no input needed from me. Why I almost enjoyed it! This incident had taken my mind off of the disasters suffered yesterday. But as I washed and got changed into the day clobber, the memory of the hospital letter came to the fore, and I worried about how I was going to cope and not make mistakes with it.
I got cleaned and ointmentated. I was definitely in a better frame of mind than I was yesterday, but naturally, I was still worried about coping with the Cataract instructions, arranging the Easy-Lift both ways, can I find out what time to pick me up afterwards, have I got to use one of those listed in the letter transporters? How can get someone to go with me that doesn’t cost a fortune? Now, I’m getting myself worked up for nothing. Because there is nothing that can be done until Monday… and that’s if I can get through to anyone. Humph!

is starting to give me what for now. If joins in, I don’t think I’ll be any good for anything then.

I got on with updating the Friday blog. With all the details of the farces that took place and the worrying letter etc., Believe it or not, it took me a further nine hours to get it done! And then, before I made a start on this one! I fell a little and my thoughts got me feeling again.

Arrived and was in a positive mood. I feel my telling her about yesterday’s farces, and the Cataract letter should not have been mentioned. I think I must have sounded like an ineffective whinging old man! Which, fair enough, I am! But no need for me to advertise the fact is there.
Sam asked me if she wanted me to ask… I’ve forgotten her name now, but the new lady in charge at Meridian Health and Care; to call and see me on Monday. My EQ warned me of staggering upcoming charges at this point. But I’m stumped; how can get free help? Sam selected her bottle in thanks, and Sam took the two waste bags with her to the chute for me. ♥

Many hours later, still, I was still updating the Friday burlesque happenings when the landline rang. It was my neighbour and friend Jenny. She is on Virgin Media, and she told me that she’d received an email telling her that the internet would go down on Wednesday, 2nd November, for maintenance work. She knew I was on Virgin and let me know in case they hadn’t informed me. I found out later they had not let me know. This all adds to the frustrations. I mentioned the Cataracts are being done on the 1st of November, so I may not be able to use the internet for several days until the eye cover comes off. That was kind of her. Thanks, Jenny! ♥

In fact, I started to feel a little out of it after doing some more work and finally getting the blog sent off. Afterwards, I tried to get into the WP reader. Oh, I’m in… but will it let me post comments and likes? I’ll give it a go? Grrreat! I Got on! Better get the Health Checks done, then. It is getting late. The evening carer is due soon. Better get the sphygmomanometerisating done. Better late than never. You never know; the BP might be lower now? We shall see…

It was lower as well! Close to the Amber Zone, no less! Only just in the Hypertension Red-1!

I put some imitation slices in the oven on a lowish heat.

And in came Chloe. Told her, not moaningly though, of the problems I have with the Doctors visit and the Cataract 8-page letter of instructions that merely confuses me. Also, getting the cash to pay for the lifts and which service I am allowed to use, then booking them. I’ll only have one day come Monday, to sort it all. Then I’ve got to locate the two departments I’ve to go to? Pre-Assessment Clinic, then the East Day Cases Unit Outpatients Clinic! Chloe did the medications and said she would also remind their boss, Tina, that I needed help. I insisted she chose a drink in thanks. She took the waste bag with her when she left. Telling me not to worry. Not to worry? Me? Mission impossible nowadays, that is. Haha!

Then, yet another problem came to my attention. I found that I’d got an Asda-Walmart order due for Wednesday, the 2nd of November, the cataract repair day! WHAT NEXT? So, I changed the order day on the web. It took me a while to work out how to do it. But, within an hour or so, I’d got it moved to Thursday. Worra life!

Added these evening photos of the amazing sunset, all taken within half an hour. The rapidly changing scenes were brilliant.

Dearie me, Then I whiffed a smell of burning… the food in the oven!!!

I got the slices hacked free of the oven tray and got the pan in the sink in bleach, washing up liquid and soda.
Got the burnt offering slices and some fries from a packet on two paper plates and took them through to the computer. Pulled out the drawer and ate the burnt offerings while working on this blog. Not a wise decision after losing a tooth eating the same thing last night! But I got away with it.

Then the job of cleaning the oven, kitchen and pan had to be done.
Was again reluctant.

Keep Safe, Sound & Memories a Soupcon Souvenired!

Inchcock: Wednesday 26th October 2022

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I had slept for seven hours! Yes! Mind you, my body and feeble brain needed it! No question about that. I woke around 03:30hrs, disgruntedly requiring a wee-wee. Which was just as well cause it woke me up properly, and I knew I had a lot of catching up to do on the blog.

The wee-wee was of the rare for me nowadays, SP (Short-Powerfull) type. I cannot say the same about the annoying, time-consuming CM (Cessational Micturitional) after-dribbling. A good job I took the three-pronged Metal Mickey walking stick with me to the NWWB (Nocturnal-Wee-Wee-Bucket).
By the time I got around to taking off the night attire, I’d forgotten all the things I had laid there thinking needed doing!
A good start to disrobing as well. The moment I realised I had double-knotted the waist cord, the innards summoned me to the . So, I went to the Throne.
The solidity of the evacuating product has never been so resistant to move before as it was this morning! Well, no, that’s a fib; I’m sorry! There was one as bad; as the last time, I ate some sweetcorn, as I recall. Some years ago now, when I discovered that sweetcorn blocked me up. It was put on the ‘do not eat’ list by Dr Vindla.
The only thing I can think of, as there may have been ground sweetcorn in the meatless chilli I had for tea last night? A shame cause I enjoyed it. Better not risk having it again.
Continued: I spent ages on the crossword book. Did rather better today, I got five more answers filled in. Giving off the odd verbal ‘ueek’, ‘argh’, and ‘oh-oh-oh’ as I braved trying to push things along. But it didn’t help anyway. Only 36 cracks were found in the ceiling today; I thought there were 43 last week? I topped up the olive-oil dropper from the bottle. Had it not been for the pain, I may have dropped off back to sleep on the Throne.
Took a battering. Could have been worse, though. At least it wasn’t a torpedo that emerged. A few golfball-sized concrete-like escapees, instead, this time. A great relief!

I went back to get dressed and noticed the reminder for next week I’d stuck on the high bookcase. I’m on form today. Fancy me noticing something. Hehehe!
If I can keep going like this, maybe I could scare of Dementia Doreen? Fat chance, but a wonderful idea!

As I started to get Richard’s treats collated, a noticed something else. And I weakened when I saw the rather delightful-tasting Toffifees box… and I nicked one of them from the packet. Guilty! No defence! Hang him! I seem to be feeling a little perkier now?
Off to the kitchen to get them in a bag and make another mug of tea! Thompson’s Punjana this time. And jolly nice it was too!

I noticed a third thing as well… Oh, Yes!
The view outside looked almost like a water painting to me.
I love it like this.
So, I got the Lumix, set it on the Landscape option.
And took these photos of it.
The top one was to the right of the window, the second one straight ahead, and the third to the left.

Chimed out, and in walked .
It was so nice to see him. He’s been talking with his Meridian Management about my problems. Nice that the lad cares.
He soon got the medications sorted, and we had a jolly good nattering session. But all good things have to come to an end. Hehe! Picked his bags up, selected some plonk, and off he went. Not before time, I think, ’cause he was yawning a bit… well, a lot, poor lad.

Walked him to the door and waved him off, and returned to the computer.
Got stuck into updating and posting off of the Tuesday blog. Dedicated, I was on a mission! Gorrit done, as well.

Then the world changed. The lights dimmed as Anne Gyna, who, let’s be fair, has been good to me for several days – returned with a vengeance. Virtually crippling my concentration, and the blogging just had to stop.
I’ll turn off the computer and try to get something to eat, have a sit-down and see how I go on with that. This is not good… But I’ve had worse. Back in a bit.

It’s morning now, and I am playing catch-up again. Memory is not with me, used memory notes alone. So not detailed overly details from here on.

Woken by . Did meds and picked drinkies from the fridge. Took waste bags with him.
Got the nosh made; however, it was a new worst-ever effort!.
I was still half-asleep, I think. Gawd knows what I did with the mashed potatoes; they were stone cold?
The small potatoes were just about eatable. The sausages, gravy and onions were tepid, the vegan burger warm but dried… I just don’t know what I got up to in preparing this meal. Even the tomatoes were bitter? I ate the small potatoes and tried each of the other ingredients, but none were edible.
What a farce! Taste Rating; -2/10! Horrible!

I can’t recall taking any of these shots of the evening view at all. But the pots had been washed when I got up in the morning. And judging by the squelchy heavy feel of the waste bags. It looks like I’d once again put the uneaten meal, drained it into several bags and then a big one to prevent any leakages.

I think what little, which really wasn’t much at all that I had eaten, was soon coming back as stomach ache within minutes of getting back down in the £300, used, second-hand shop bought nine years ago, c1966, discomfiting, alarmingly Karki-beige coloured, crumb containing, TV remote hiding, not working recliner, and the guts started grinding away.
So, once again, getting to sleep was not easy.
I got up to take some Peptac, and it was then I noticed how clean I’d left the kitchen sink area. Pots all washed, surfaces wiped, pots away… Can anyone tell me when I did this, cause I’m confounded about when I did it?

ODE TO LIVING A LIFE THAT’s DUFF

Life without Dementia Doreen, can be hard enough,
But with her, you’ve got to be tough!
Living is full of confusion, fear and bluff…
At low times, I can think I’ve had enough…
Especially now, when things are rough,
This morning I was feeling very gruff…
Bald as a coot, I now find I’ve got dandruff!

Cheers, each!

Inchcock Today: Sunday 16th October 2022

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As Bob Monkhouse used to say in the ‘Golden Shot’ – up a bit!

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Taken from the balcony.

Prepping Josie’s nosh.

Carer Rihanna called.♥.

Hours updating blog. Kept nipping to check on Josie’s bean chillies cooking in the kitchenette.

Final tasting and titivating session.
I think I made the potato cubes too big.
They were not cooked at the same time as the
other ingredients. So I had to give them a further
fifteen minutes. Then stirred, tested and added the
soya bacon bits to marinate and to give it a flavour as
Josie likes. I forgot to take a photo of the meal.
Cragknangles!

Josie pointed out that I was three minutes late in delivering the
meal. With a smile on her face! Hehehe!
Then she gave me three bananas in thanks for the meal.
I thanked her.
The fruit was a bit battered about and bruised inside.
No problem with that; I bet a pound to a penny she
bought them days ago and either tried to give them to me
when I was out at the chemist or diabetes course, and she
forgot all about them! I have great sympathy with my
fellow / fellowesses who suffer from Dementia.
Memory-Blanks, and Mind-Confusions. That’s me
all over. Hehe! Lovely of Josie to try. ♥

Josie!

Late afternoon, as I was making a mug of
Glengettie tea, I spotted actually heard a dog that
was barking; 12-floors down, outside, and through the open
kitchen window. I had a look down in the bottom field.
The couple’s little black dog caught my attention.
She or he was barking madly, but with glee, as
they threw, and the tail-wagging puppy was tireless in
chasing and returning the ball.
The tiny dog got partly lost in the long grass in the picture.

Rihanna arrived. Sorted the medications,
and we had a little natter & laugh. ♥

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SETTLED DOWN TO EAT MY NOSH!

I’d just taken this photo and sat down with the tray on my knee
to tuck into it and chimed out.
Aha, my favourite gal in the block had been. She’s left a bag
of home-grown tomatoes for me on the floor outside the
door; Bless Her Cotton Socks! ♥
Believe me, these are the best-tasting tomatoes I’ve ever had!
I swiftly slices some up and added them to my plate!
Back down in the c1968 recliner, and the landline rang.
It was Jenny saying these gorgeous tomatoes were definitely
the last of the season. I thanked her profusely.
How kind of her! I’d got bits for her and Frank and Nora, I
must take them to her tomorrow. Just look at this photo of
fruits I took later. Superb flavour!
Bootiful!
It mattered not that the meal had gone cold while I was faffing
about. Just having these tomatoes on the plate was
enough for me to give it an 8.2/10 Taste-Rating!

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I put the tray on the Carers table, and I drifted off into what I thought
had been hours of deep sleep. But, no! Shone the torch on the clock
and went into semi mode! It was 07:45hrs!
(Well, I thought it was at the time). The Carer is overdue… I’ve not had a
wash-up… alright if it’s going to be Richard, but he is not forced
to be the one to come… Then I got up and went to do the washing
up of the pots and get the kettle on. Taking these photographs of what I foolishly thought were early morning views…

The first one came out really well, selecting the Night View Mode on the Lumix Camera, for all of these efforts. I was gratified with the first try

In the second and third pictures that were taken. How can I say this?
Erm… Were they both rubbish?
Mind you, as modern art changes, modern photography might?

Maybe a pile of bricks buying Tate Gallery might show an interest in these failures? What do you think I could charge them? 50p each; Too much?

In this mode of shooting, I only needed to keep the Lumix dead-still
for three-seconds.
As you can see, if either
or

Decide to have a go; there’s no chance of a decent photo being produced! Even if
starts, she can shake
the whole torso with her blasts, stabs and pains.
However, the last try went a little better.

The penny dropped then.
It was not morning at all. And I worked out that I’d only been asleep for about two hours at the most; It was still evening! My already confused mind almost burst out of the skull – well, it felt like it was trying to!
I felt such a fool!

So, I got on with updating this blog.
23:00hrs; I thought I’d get the day late, shave, get the teggies done,
medicationalisationings and stand-up wash.
It’s too late to use the shower.
I’ll be back in a bit if I don’t fall asleep shaving. Tsk!

Monday Morning Updating:
Well, the stand-up wash went fairly well. No gums bleeding. No
teeth breaking. Nor , or the involuntary dance routines,
, ,
either. So the was just the one. And the
Went along; not too bad at all.

I got the night attire adorned and clambered into the second-hand, £300, charity shop bought, crumb-retaining, microorganism-microbe producing, grungy, moth-eaten, beige-coloured, non-working, incommodious, Haemorrhoid Harold testing, c1968 recliner, in search and hopes of finding
and joining . But No!
So, I got a Sherlock Holmes TV DVD on and watched two episodes
without any danger of my falling asleep. I think I was onto the third
when I drifted off. Better late than never!

NEMO MORTALIUM OMNIBUS HORIS SAPIT