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Inchy’s Daymare! Thur 4 Apr – Flood, I left taps on twice, Community Nurse, Wardens telling me off, self loathing, and frustrations

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I’m unsure what or who to blame for today’s lunchtime disaster. may have been the natural culprit, but she might well have been supported to a degree, possibly, by , or maybe I had a , or even might have had a visit? It was embarrassing, annoying, angering, and so frustrating. I felt worth about tuppence after Kara found the mess, and sorted it for me. I’ll explain about this cock-up come now, to get it out of the road that I was so humiliated with committing. Here goes, then…

WHOOPSIEDANGLEPLOP OF THE YEAR!
There I was, bashing away at blogging and catching up. Carer Kara called. She replaced the Catheter Day Pouch for me and got some socks on me. She emptied out what was left in the pouch and took it to the wet room for emptying, I heard her call, but did not know what it was she said… but the tone told me I was not going to like it. Simultaneously, my EQ told me I’d get into Schnook!   I got ,  and I went with dread in my innards to the wet room.
The completely flooded wet room! It was coming over the stop-ledge onto the hallway carpet! At one point, the word Tzunami came to mind!
And there, in the midst of the man-made lake, the floor drain is not working because the shower has to be working for the drain to start. Kara bless her, got stuck into mopping up the flood and tipping; I think she said eight buckets of collected water in the WC. I’d left the damned hot water tap running again!
Instantly, my self-esteem shrank to zero; I became self-conscious, unsettled, ashamed, humiliated, remorseful, contrite, and castigated, and this turned to embarrassingly feeling chastened, castigated, sheepish, and guilty all at once!
I ran her Obergruppenfurheress to tell her what had happened and that she would be late for her next appointment. I can imagine what was said about this. My blameworthiness got worse now, but it got even worse minutes later. Obergruppenfürheress Warden Deana and Brigade Fürheress Warden Julie both arrived with worse news. Julies flat below was flooded! My self-recrimination didn’t really need any help by being told they may have to have me evicted. Even if she had a smile on her face. Hehehe!
I asked if they would take my apologise to Julie with some nibbles and drinkies. Which they kindly agreed to for me. Kara was a treasure helping me out like she did. Thank you very kindly, gal! ♥
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According to my memory notepad, I got up at 05:30hrs. Just a few   overnight. The problem was getting to sleep. I felt properly worn out as well, but Sweet Morpheus wasn’t letting me for an hour of more. Drifted off eventually. 
Not that it was planned, but I got the kitchen floor cleaned by using the Speed-mop. I wouldn’t use the mop and bucket, so as to save the hot water from running too cool, for when I planned this afternoon to have a jolly good wash and shaving session. (What with the later flood the hot water now being colder than the cold water, this did not happen. Huh!) Both cartilages were playing me up again.
Carer Chris came, put on my socks, medicated me, and took the laundry down, telling me he’d bring it back up later when it was done. I thanked him profusely. Well, he’s a cheeky but nice bloke. I’m glad that Rishi didn’t stop him from getting in.
Nearly missed this Kodak Tim photo I took when I was mopping the floor earlier. It was a good effort, but still pretty.
Into the wet room to use the .
But realised I’d left it there when I went in earlier.
So I emptied the night bag.
I gathered the waste bags into a large bag and placed them near the front door. Then, I went into the kitchen to see what I could have for a treat for tonight’s meal. Potato chunks, peas and lamb burgers seemed a good idea to me. Then again, me and good ideas don’t really go together, if you know what I’m saying. Cause I have the tremendous ability to misread, miss-see, and miss-hear at the same time. Not to mention having a seizure, mind-blank, or forgetting where, what, why or how I was doing anything at any time.
The district nurse visited. Checking on the legs, weighed me, checked the acne. Removed the socks to see how the leg ulcers had got so much easier. The leaking legs had stopped altogether; she was impressed, she said. Then, she looked at my privates and was not pleased at all with the mess the catheter tube had caused down there. She noted that one goolie was larger than the other. I explained that about 6 months ago, it was the size of a grapefruit but had gone down without any medicationing being done to or on it. She said to feel them every day; if any growth is felt to the right testicle, I’ve to call the Clinic straight away. I thanked her and insisted she tales some nibbles and a drink in thanks.

WHOOPSIEDANGLEPLOP OF THE YEAR!
I won’t upset myself by repeating things.

Carer Chris returned the laundry, and I hung it up. Not the towels, I forgot to put them in the bag.
I tried to take a snap of the Ex-NHS bed adjuster controller that they kindly got for me, adjuster controller.
I’m not sure what happened, but I missed it completely. Maybe one of the cartilages gave way? This is happening so often today that I barely notice them unless they give all the way, of course. Then, I usually notice when I tumble to the floor. I tried again to get a picture and managed to get the one above. There are no instructions; it is all graphical. But I’m blown if I can understand it. 
I took this shot of the front car park, but with little interest, I’m afraid. I was feeling so low about flooding Julie’s and my wet room. I think I’ve said above that ‘Guilt’ is the overbearing sentiment.
It suddenly went dark outside. This photo was taken on , and minutes later, the sun was coming through again?
I started to get the things ready for making a meal.
Washing the pots that had not been done earlier due to the Whoopsie with the damned hot water tap in the were room. I felt the catheter pouch pulling; boy, was it full and ready for emptying; the flow back when this happened gave me the sensation I used to get when I could manually pee. Hehehe! Off to the WC and drained it.
When done, I forgot all about the washing up I had been doing and got back onto the computer and blogging. I spent around an hour or so on this and decided to make the second brew of permitted tea of the day. Off to the kitchenette, and…
WHOOPSIEDANGLEPLOP Mark Two!
I’d left the hot water tap running in the kitchen sink this time!
All the same, emotions as I had after the first cock-up in the wet room. I got a nervous rash coming up this time, and for some reason, the Acne flared at the same time. I know this time it wasn’t anywhere near as bad as the earlier one, but making the same error twice in a day is not only a record for me, but it lowered my interest and shattered any hopes for some mental improvement. Plus, my submitting to the wiles and rule of . But, of course, this meant the water was cold again, and it ruined my hopes of getting the shower and shaving for tonight. I must get up early in the morning and get it done. My EQ just laughed at me when I wrote this? Wonder what are the odds of me getting up early? It will be 2½ days since I had a shower or shave. So I’m dirty bodily, struggling emotionally and mentally. I must get up as soon as I wake up… oh, the wet room might need more cleaning after using… I wish I could stop thinking! 
I went to the wet room WC to empty the day pouch again. The urine smelt awful! What next should I moan and groan about?
Sinking into a mild depression and giving up hopes and any chance of improvement, I concentrated on getting the meal to be cooked right and tasty at the same time. I tried to put my failures out of my mind for a while. I put some ready-made garlic potato cubes in the oven. I forget their name now. They have a bit of garlic and thyme in them – gorrit! Parmentier potatoes. (I looked them up on the web.)They needed 30 minutes to cook in the oven. So the oven was already heated with the tray in it, so I added the potatoes. (Hence the little burn mark on my right knuckle) Then back to save the work done and turn off the computer. 15 minutes for the tray of J. Sainsbury’s lamb & vegetable hotpot to do in the microwave. I was concentrating hard on getting things right, no idea why I bothered). Some of the tomato ketchup with pickle to zing it up a side, and the last brown baguette to soak up the gravy. Got it dished up on the tray, it looked fantastic.
But the potatoes let it down. They had been in the oven for longer that the 30 minutes it said on the wrapper, 40 minutes at least, but they were still undercooked. Disappointing! Everything else was great. With the help of sploshes of the ketchup, I did eat all of the potatoes… well, I was hungry!

She called to deal with me. She took off my diabetic socks. Brrr! She medicationalised me. She listened to my moaning about the events of the day. Well, she almost did. I can’t remember what it was about, but I’m sure we had a laugh or two. Likely from my tales of woe today?

I can’t even see it in the revealing photo?

I don’t want a day like this again!
It tested & tormented my brain,
Mind you, it wasn’t mundane,
Filled with emotional pain…
Physical aches, language, profane!
Depressions oddly, like a hurricane,
I asked the Carer for Cocaine!
Still, yer don’t like to complain!

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TTFN

Accifauxpa Whoopsie-Prone Inchy: Sat 23 Mar 24

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Woke and rose at 04:15hrs: After over five hours of kipping! Grrreat!  Took me a while to nod off, but I only had three, I think
And didn’t visit me once! But, as usual, when I moved, this time it was both & giving me grief, and it must have taken me five minutes to get to the wet room. More on that later.
The absolute worst thing to affect me was in the late afternoon, & launched an attack that I ended up surrendering to and gave up trying to do this blog. Defeated!
With the coughing and downfall of skin when the forehead. , I’m surprised I have any skin left on my head; it was falling off all day. Later I rang Sister Jane, and she and hubby Pete were not in good health at all. Jane’s cough sounded terrible. I’m worried about her now. As I moved to get the B17 tablets that Jane had told me had arsenic in them and told me not to use them, to read the label – I went down on one knee. Suddenly, I dropped the landline telephone. , I took a tumble when  gave way. I grappled my way back up on my feet to get to the landline; poor Jane was coughing away something wicked. So many people seem to have this ‘Lurgie’ thing this week. Several Carers, the nurse, the electrician… oh, and me. I hope it’s not another form of Covid, and HMG wants to keep it quiet, with the election coming up?
Much later, I tried again to get some blogging done. Well, I did a bit, but it was error-ridden and amazingly hard work, trying to keep a clear head on the task.

Passed well, not a bad colour.

Concrete, mush, torpedo, gooey, nothing moved, wet and watery, squirty… Never the same twice in a row! You watch it now I’ve said that. Hehe!

Kitchen view.

Back to the wet room. Not for the again, but to clean up Little Inchies bleeding, I caught the catheter tube closing the window. Talk about hurt! Cleaned it up and medicated things

On leaving the wet room, I saw the moon high in the sky. I thought this is worth photographicalisationing. But could I get a decent shot? No!
This is getting bad now. This time, as I was trying to get a decent shot, a , not only that but joined in as well. Then, after taking the sad pictures and closing the window… , I knocked the knife block off of the window ledge. The tip end of the cheese knife broke off when it hit the floor.

Naturally, these incidents didn’t phase or bother me in the slightest. I just laughed them off.

I made a brew of Glengettie and got the computer on to work on this blog. A new Caregiver arrived and Medicated me, put the diabetic soaks on for me, and had a little natter. What about escapes me now. Tsk!

I computed for it appears, for five hours, according to the clock, but not according to the work and progress not done on the blog. I may have suffered a   or maybe , but I recall nothing of this time whatsoever. The rot had set in.

called, and I bluffed my way through. I think, in fact, I did not stop talking to the poor gal. It would help if I could remember what she was talking about. I think I may have, possibly, conceivably mentioned the Lurgy because Joanne sounded like she had a sore throat… or did she?

I did continue on the blog, but it was a bit farcical. I’ll have to get u[ early in the morning so I can get a shave and shower before the Carer arrives, then get back on this Inchy blog. I’d taken some photos… I know this cause I found them on the SD card.
What amazing views.
Gorgeous.
Oh, how I’d love to recall the pleasure of taking them.
These two below, I took later.
I do recall taking these.

I won’t make a meal yet cause it’s close to the last Carer calling time. I’m a different being compared to the one I was hours ago. Struggling a bit here!

But I’m so glad I got the graphics and ode done early on.

Best nosh in a long time.

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You Take Care Out There, Please!

Improviser Inchy: Wednesday 20th March 2024 – Sleep what’s that?

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The giving up in need of sleep arrived even earlier today. I was doing really well, considering the lack of sleep last night. (15 minutes) – I gave up trying and rose (02:00hrs) to visit the wet room. I washed, shaved and had a near-normal evacuation this morning. 
But I was struggling to get my head together, although it cleared shortly afterwards. I was surprised at how well I was doing mentally and physically under the circumstances. Naturally, this was not to continue. I knew somehow that the ‘Big Fade‘ was bound to fall sooner or later. I took a snap of the morning view.

The Asda order arrived; thank heavens I’ll not need another until Wednesday 28th (On order)
I sorted the waste bags. Later, Shaquille took them to the rubbish chute for me. That was kind of him. The Asda order arrived.
This is a big one this time. Four items are missing, I’m glad there were, too! Well,  they were out of stock. While taking the carriers filled by the driver for me to the kitchen, Carer Shaquille arrived and got the others. After tending to my needs, off he trotted and I sorted the groceries out. I’d got some drinks in for the bladder encouraging.
Buxton Spring water as usual. Baguettes and the potato cake rissoles,  rosis whichever they are called; I love the taste and flavour of these!
I got caramelised sausages, lemon desserts, and some Jerk Patties. I also had tomatoes and Frankfurters. I may be tired out, but I think I will eat well this week.
A ready-made meal feast!
Cumberland pies, Shepherd’s pie, sausage & mash, and, what I plan to have for today, a Toad in the Hole meal for two, it said on the box?
It was a challenge to get everything in the fridge. I tried various combinations to get all the fodder into the fridge.

As you can see, it wasn’t easy to do. Hehehe!

Although the freezer was filled, and I got all three breads and baguettes in alright, I’m just glad I forgot to order any chips and pasties because they would never have fit in. Haha!


Got on the computer and started with CorelDraw, putting on the SD cards photos from .
Then I went to the kitchen to get the kettle on. I made a brew, and then I went back to the computer, where I diligently stayed grafting away until   arrived. She didn’t have much time, but she checked my order for the diabetic socks from Amazon, and she found I’d ordered the wrong ones! Then she selected some proper bamboo socks, and put in an order for some of them. ETA tomorrow by 22:00hrs. I’ll be scared to try to sleep now, in case I miss them. You can’t win, can you? Well, I can’t.

Started feeling tired & weary again. I was about to save everything down ready to close down the computer, and a message from Norton came on the screen. Something like… the writing; “We have found 3,429 errors on your hard drive. Click here to repair”
The 3,439 number stayed in the memory, cause it frit me! So I clicked!
Well, the repair started, and 30 seconds later, Norton told me the Repairs were Completed. A restart would be needed. Not wanting to lose the work I had done, I tried to save the blog and CorelDraw work. But Windows also told me a restart.
So, I lost all my heart. The hours of work will all be lost and need to be done again in the morning. Humph!
I nervously pressed the restart.
Then, when it reloaded, Norton said I needed a Scan needed doing, so I did. It came out all clear.
After refusing several pricey and complicated, not fully understood offers of various route protectors and dark internet extras, I closed down windows.
I sat for a moment, ultra depressed at losing all the work, then…
THE BIG FADE FELL – AGAIN!
That was it. Once again, my body and mind told me to get some sleep, so I tried.
Carer Israel came, the laundry returned, and I put it away in the morning. Sleep was my main unfulfilled aim at the time. The Barrier cream was delivered at the same time. 
The night shots taken of the view looked rather like the mood I was in. Glum, dark, depressed… Arrgh!

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Cheers!

Inchy: Tuesday 30th January 2024

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So, busy a day again…
The memory losses, blanks a pain,
There was only one trip to the Porcelain!
Only one person called me a lamebrain, 
Frustrations, mixed messages from my brain,
Errors, confusion, errors; all a bane!
So many medications… but never cocaine, 
Think of the poor devils in Ukraine… 
I’ll try never to complain again!

The diabetic socks, I forgot to take off again.
I think I’ve laddered them?
During the night I’d been wen by the usual Thought Storms, and last night, a sharp pain under one of my toes. Why? No idea, until a carer arrives to have a look at the toes for me.

A smidge dark.

Medicalistationings tended to.

Gottwo spuds out to have later. (11 hours later, it turned out to be) Tsk!

Made the only brew of the day.
And let it go cold. Humph!

Topped up the Nurses, Carers & deliverymen nimble box on the carer’s table.

arrived. After giving me the medications, she took off my socks and investigated the painful toe. She thought it looked like a verruca or corn coming on.
We realise this must have been caused by the going out shoes yesterday with all the hobbling. She put some cream on the toe for me. The Asda delivery arrived while Marie was with me. Marie took the bags into the kitchen from the door to the kitchen. After the gal departed, I set to putting the food away.
Fresh foods for the fridge.
Frozen for the freezer.
Cupboard supplies.
Nibble Treats.
Cleaning stuff.
The fridge looked full.
Even the fridge door.
I may well get depressed and tempted…
But starve, I shall not! Haha!

The day pouch was filling again while I was doing this supremely popular, intelligently written, followed by thousands of worldwide masses (and they both like it) blog. A darker colour, though!

Severe Up to taking this sunset.
Almost like an oil painting?

I found that I’d put the two red potatoes into the oven on a medium heat. How long ago that was… I don’t recall, but they were well-cooked by now. So, set about making a meal of sorts. 
While making the hurried meal, I took these belated sunset photos.
A wide view.
And zoomed in one.
Then back to making the meal.
As I moved to the sink to put the oven tray in to soak with bleach and washing liquid, I felt the catheter pouch slipping down with the weight.
Got it emptied, washed my hands and then the oven tray. Even darker urine this time!
I finally got the meal eaten…
Liquid Sea-salt & Flora none-butter, butter were added to the potatoes…
A vegetable Pastie, And very nice too!

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Cheers, each!

Inchy: Fri 19 Jan 24 More Accifauxas-Dangleplops. I’m Fed-Up!

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I woke up at 06:00hrs and fought to get back to sleep. Finally, I drifted off… only to be woken up at 07:10hrs by Carer Maryam arriving. I took off the night pouch.
Medications were issued, and off she trotted.

I trotted to the wet room…
Porc failed

I took two-morning view shots.
A blue hue again.

Made a potent brew of Glengettie tea.

Made a start on the blogging, and an hour or so later…
took a snap of the bluer-than-ever sky.

To the wet room for a wash.
Again!

The sky getting lights now.

Back on the computer.

I got this from WordPress via email.
Anyone else got one? Beats me!

The day bag was once again filling rapidly.

I went to get the kitchen sink & floor cleaned…
Dropped the mop, and as I bent to retrieve it, had me on the floor on my knees in a flash, and a kicked in at the same time. These ailments are getting cunning now! 
By the time I’d crawled to the £300 second-hand shop purchased, c1966, welt-causing, uncomfortable, not-working, itch-inspirational, crumb-containing recliner, and got myself back up on my feet, it took an awfully long time. It confused me as to how it happened; what brought it on? I got the knee Germolened and had forgotten all about the cleaning up I was doing, and got back on the computer. Hours later, at about 10:00hrs, it dawned on me that I’d ordered the Morrison’s delivery to come twit 08:00hrs>09@00hrs. I had to empty the bladder bag again…

Unfortunately, this was when the delivery from Morrisons was due to arrive. I was in a bit of a state of pain and confusion. I had to crawl to the front room and get up on my feet using the recliner, but this took a long time, and I forgot about the delivery due.
I cleaned and Germolened the knee injury, just a scrape. Took an extra Codeine and onto the computer.
Saw an email telling me it was due, and this was 2 hours after the time given. Panic set in…
I rang Obergruppenfurheress Deana to ask for help calling Morrisons. I got a not available message. I was hoping that Carer Kara would come next.
I got contact numbers off the internet for Morrisons cause I was sure that the delivery had come, but I could not get through on the intercom… with me spread-eagled on the floor, I wouldn’t have heard the weak chime anyway. Carer Maryam arrived. I got the contact number written down along with the order reference ready and asked her to ring the number for me after explaining my predicament. She got a ‘You’ve dialled the wrong number message.’ And she had to go to get her other duties tended to.
Now, this was getting to me. The 0345 322 0000 number Maryham had rang failed. So I did another search and found 0345 611 611, listed as customer services, so I rang it. The line was pretty clear, and I got most of what the lady said without asking her to repeat it too many times. Told her of my woes and gave her the order number and postcode. During the recorded music while she investigated for me, I got an email from Morrisons, giving me this number to ring, as the delivery could not be made or entry gained by the driver.
With Stuttering Stephanie in attendance, I mentioned this email to the lady when she returned.
They will deliver the order later today, at around 15:00hrs, today. Smashing!

It didn’t happen like this, of course.
I found that 0345 calls from landlines are typically charged up to 65p per minute. And Maryham and I must have been on the lines for a total of 3/4 of an hour. Oh, dearie me! I picked this little snippet up while searching for a contact number: Back in 2021, private equity giant Clayton Dubilier & Rice (CD&R) paid £7bn to acquire Morrisons, with the deal finalised before the steep hike in interest rates. I’m waiting for the delivery and hoping I do not have another tumble before they arrive. Humph!

I tried several times to get to Josie today. All failed. I am worried now; I’ll ask the morning Carer if she is okay. My EQ tells me she will not be. Fingers crossed!

I sorted the waste bins out.
Nibbling guilt again?
More wee-wee escaped of its own accord.
The sun came out – then back in again.
I took this artistic close-up shot.
Bad full again!

Got a call on the mobile. Morrisons told me the man would be with me in 15-30 minutes. And to keep an eye out for him, which is impossible. If I go to the balcony to keep an eye out, and he’s at the foyer doors, I cannot hear the intercom if it goes off. 

Carer Kara called. Sorted some paperwork for me. But I was nervous about concentrating on the finances in case I missed the Morrison man due in ten minutes. But he did not come; at least I didn’t hear him.

Another phone call, the delivery will arrive in 15 minutes. We’ll see, I thought. Not that it is Morrison’s fault, but the Accifauxpa caused me to miss the original delivery. Let’s face it: what with the Catheter bag leaking yesterday and now the tumble? What can I get wrong next? I’ll tell yer…

I kept having a quick look out of the balcony and saw an Asda van parked up – ensured that I made this error. I rang Warden Julie, and while explaining my accident and the confusion… I realised that it was not Asda but Sainsbury’s that was overdue! I think she thought something like; Hehehe! But she was patient with me. ♥
I got nothing done on the blog, as I was now staying in the hallway, which I hoovered all the time, just in case the intercom rang. I think An hour passed, and the evening Carer, Christopher, turned up at about 17:15hrs.

The mobile chimed again while he was here, and I could not understand what the caller was saying, so my mate took the call. Chris said the driver was calling, and he’d gone to the wrong floor. It was the Asian chap who delivered the last JS order. A grand patient lad. He and Chris put the goods into carrier bags and left them in the hallway.
And the kitchen.

I needed to sit down for a few minutes. Chris left with the driver, and I settled for a bit of rest… But, No! 
Three failures, and now the innards were beginning to give me some gyp! Fancy that!

Fish week, by the look of it? A bit of lamb crept in there. False surimi prawns, fishcakes of three types… Yes, another cock-up with my ordering! And two brands of surimi sticks. Having them tonight… although it will probably be morning by the time I get them.
Vegetable Risotto meals, cobs, bread, cheapo cooking bacon, but no milk. Due to one of my famous mistakes or not,  I know not.

I got on the computer for a few hours at long last.
I’m now going to get something to eat.

Oh, nearly forgot to put the quiz thingy on…

The Friday Fish Treat
Well, most of it was…
The Surinami sticks were terrific. As were the beetroot and garden peas. The Morrisons’ smoke haddock fishcakes and battered hake were not so good. I had to abandon eating these fishcakes; they were bland and tasteless!

Here I go again…
Mid-eating, I had to stop to empty out my  pouch yet again.
Got the pots washed, and I got back into the itch-creating, bruise-giving, catheter-tube-tugging, God-awfully uncomfortable, cringingly-grotty, no longer working, dirty beige, anti-sleep designed, c1966, second-hand bought for £300, ten years ago from the charity shop, recliner. Turned on the TV.
Nodded off, then woke every few minutes, so I gave up and settled to sleep.
Nodded off, then woke every few minutes…

TTFNski!

Inchy: Wednesday 10th January 2024

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It took me that long to just get the lead items, graphics, and ode done; it was nearly time to get up from the sleep that I never had… Sorry.

View

Flash in the dark photo.

Multicoloured morning sky.

Carer Richard got the diabetic socks, leggings and med’s sorted out for me.

Tea, bikkies & a mini banana.

I emptied the catheter day pouch. And no more the 25 minutes later, it was filled again? 1200ml!

Carer Kara came. Checked the catheter, and she said she would change it tomorrow for me. She checked the bank statement, and read out some points on it. But I fear people do not appreciate the FND, Arithmaphobia, and PN effects, which make it so hard for me to get figures, causes and to-do’s in my head and stay there. Confused! Not easy when I keep changing topics or problems, I seem to get in a muddle so easily nowadays, mentally. Kara was patient with me. But not a lot sank in. Bless her! ♥

The pleasure of Nurse Hristina coming to take my blood was another highlight for me. ♥
I mentioned the tablets I’ve been waiting for for a week, the 4-week course of something to increase the Critically low amount of vitamin B12 & 7 found on the last blood test. I’d forgotten that Richard had already told me he would collect them on Friday for me. So, now I must remember the four-week course must be completed.

Tried to take another selfie on the computer screen. I was offering a Mr Spock salute. Hehehe!

Made a fairly good-looking meal. Surimi sticks, tomatoes,
Pickled green tomato salad, sourdough bread with chinks of no-butter, butter on them.
Four oven-baked potato cakes.
Then I added a pot of raspberry jelly.

I made an Asda order for next Tues, 18th, 07:00>08:00hrs.  Kara checked this earlier as I had just started making up the order as she arrived.

Lots of stuff was missed today. Not that it matters.
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CHEERS!

Inchy: Monday 1st January 2024

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The FND symptoms were worse today,
Reflux Roger with the airway,
Hassle from Catheter Cathy,
Glaucoma Gladys, hard to see!
Again, no one telephoned me,
Puerility, self-hostility, and humility,
More Whoopsiedangleploppery,
Inchys Fungal Lesion bloody…
The lapsing muddy memory,
Help from Joanne & Marie…
They were searching for my lost laundry,
The laundry location? Another mystery…
My mind & body mode? Inadequacy!
I had moments of feeling lonely!
A Thought Storming Steve, argie-bargie,
Life’s inadequacy, inarticulacy, indeterminacy,
Talking of me having a Zimmer yesterday?
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Up late this morning, and still only got 5 hours kip.

Great healthy colouring!

A blurry first photo.

Later and lighter.
With the moon lingering?

Brew and computering.

For the next three hours, yet bits I recall very well. Carer Marie arrived and helped me search the flat for the missing laundry bag that I felt had not yet been returned. No luck. And Marie and Joanne returned, on their tea breaks, to give the flat a good rummage looking for the bag. Bless them! No signs.

Fatigued and confused, I stopped blogging and made a meal. Recall taking a photo of it, but it didn’t make it to the SD card. Another of the Mysteries of Woodthorpe Court, with the hobgoblins, spectres, gnomai, phantasms, ghosts, the grotesque succubae, extraterrestrials, ectoplasms, spirits, or the Fata Morganas, that have been sent to taunt, irritate and terminate my already limited saneness of mind?

Washed the pots. And took three snaps of the stainless, yes, I said rainless view on offer from the kitchen window. Hehehe!
To the left. The suspected cannabis growers dwellings.
Straight ahead. Showing the house that had been having improvements done now for about eight months on their roof extensions. A rare sight to see any workers working, but one saw one today.

To the right, behind the beautiful tree copse.

Carer Victor did the last two calls. I took his Health Checks on the next to last call.

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Keep Safe!

Inchy: Sunday 31 December 2023 Worst FND affected day ever!

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A confusing day. Mind Blanks, drifting off into sleep, even when on the computer. I’d had the longest unbroken sleep for ages, yet this did nothing to curb the drooping eyes, lack of concentration and endless run of depression bouts, varying between a few minutes, and hours. I have been nibbling all day long, never eaten so much in a day for many a month.
Generally feeling fatigued without cause or reason.

0400hrs; Woke up, and just laid there, almost unthinkingly,  in the itch-creating, bruise-giving, catheter-tube-tugging, crumb-decorated from my nocturnal nibblings, God-awfully uncomfortable, cringingly-grotty, no longer working, dirty beige recliner, anti-sleep designed, c1966, second-hand bought for £300, ten years ago from the charity shop. Four what must have been an hour or so. Joined by , which I don’t think bothered me too much at the time. It felt like having a video playing repetitively in my head, over several mistakes and bad options I’d taken many years ago. I surrendered any resistance, considering myself worthy of the self-lambasting verbal flow.

A good shade this morning.

Three early morning views.
The high moon in the amazingly light sky.

When I got back to the kitchen, the sky seemed to have gotten a lot, very grown much darker?
Or, did I set wrongly?
Closer up.
Even closer.

Not sure why I took this one.

I mosied along to the computer and got myself in a pickle, as I made so many errors, unfelt key depressions, and ended up having to close each open programme, and restart, in the hopes of getting the keyboard that I’d some-buggered up. Miraculously, when I rebooted it was working again.
This temporarily cheered me up.

I went out on the balcony to try and take a shot of the end car park, now seemingly permanent mudslide.


A pad patch here. Two hours at least. I’d just become aware of things, and a new Carer Called. I hope she does again, too. , a lovely gal. She introduced herself, and got the leg strappings on, and sorted the medications for me.


Well, blanks, really. Several over about an hour

I can recall taking this shot. I was in a depression at the time; the keyboard was playing up again… or maybe was, or both of us?

A Carer called, who and when I’m not certain. But after she or he had been, I deflated spiritually and physically. The computer turned off, and I got an early meal made. I swear I thought I’d taken two photos of that meal, recalling that the first one was so bad, that I took another one. But much, much later, hours later, after my failed attempts at sleeping or watching TV, when I got around to putting the photographs on the blog, it was on the card. Yet, the photo of the ice cream I had for desserts, was there on the SD card? !

The attempt to get to sleep failed.
So, I tried watching TV. That failed and became so annoying, I got all agitated with myself. I get have few nodding-offs of a minute or so. No phone calls came in all day. Which is not unusual, but this brought on another depression and bouts of self-pity.
I am having a bad day.
Cheered when I had an Email from HRH Lisa. ♥

I literally sat there afterwards, with the TV pointlessly on, not being controllable, as, indeed, my mind was in a similar position, hazy.

I decided to get back on the computer again and I might as well stay up to get some New Year fireworks shots taken. But my confidence in getting any is minimal, to say the least. But I’ll try, but will I cope with falling asleep and missing them… or the shots coming out badly? Which is likely, as I type this, my old friend is kicking off, and not showing any signs of stopping yet. 

Pressed on with this blog, to get as much done as I can before the planned fireworks photographicalisationing begins. If I don’t fall asleep! I didn’t. I think I was doing graphics for the blogs for a couple of hours, but it was going excruciatingly slow.
The late Carer removed the ankle and leg strappings and ointmentated the lower legs. They were not painful at all during the day but started itching away on removal. Resisting scratching was a hard job. Hehe! However, they were a lot better than they had been lately, so a positive at last. The only pain was from the ingrowing toenail toe, that I proceeded to make worse by stubbing it on the £300 second-hand shop bought, c1966. moth-eaten, bedraggled, grotty, cringingly-beige-coloured, much-dilapidated, crumb-containing from my nocturnal nibblings, bug-ridden, itch-inspiring, not working recliner leg. It seems to be going a darker colour and bent more now?

Around 23:00hrs, I tried to take a decent shot of the end car park mudslide; you can just make it out.

The time (midnight) came for me to attempt to take the New Year fireworks photos from the kitchen window. Unbelievably bad shots they were too!

Unintendedly artistic, though?
Unintendedly artistic, though?
Unintendedly artistic, though?
Unintendedly artistic, though?

For a New Year, suitably so,
Artistic, but not a Gainsborough,
Showing a hint of fe-fi-fo?

As into the New Year, we flow…
As a sage, these things I know,
Sunak Rishi will have to go…
A defeated Tory will whistle-blow!
The little boats will exceedingly grow…
For Starmer, a coming body blow!
He will become a confused Pinocchio, 
World War instigated via Moscow,
President Xi Jinping, China, also!
Arms Oligarchs’ wealth, will overflow,
The West will lose its limited Mojo,
Europe will ban alcohol & tobacco…
Legalise Cocaine, & Heroin, taxed though,
Then replace football with Subutteo, 
Europe will become the last Alamo,
The smaller free word, ran by the Mafioso!
Of course, this is all rubbish – Cheerio!

Another bite to eat.
Two slices of plain bread, with one…
Gorgeous early morning supper!

Oh, I only just remembered…

TTFN, All!

Inchy: Saturday 30 December 2023

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A bad day i Zn just one way. Memory Blanks.
What the heck I’d been doing for nearly four hours, remains a mystery. Other than taking photographs which were all taken without the SD card in the camera, I remember the internet going down… well, the Google Browser, I think. Good job I got the extra intro items done before the blackouts. So any blank spaces are because the memory is blank. Sorry, but I can recall some of the earlier stuff… I hope.

Better colour this morning.

Carer Christopher arrived. Leggings and medications

I washed the food containers. Then myself.

Early kitchen view.

Later kitchen view.
The rain was back again.

End car park mudslide.

Two hours later, as I was cooking the meal, I realised I’d lost endless photos by not seeing the warning on Kodak Tim. Huh! New batteries were put in, and finished making the meal, then photographed it. 
Tomatoes with extra passata with basil. Misshaped bits of bacon and soy mini sausages.

Google went to pot, windows with moving and flashing numbers next to each line that I couldn’t understand anyway. I thought I’d photograph it in case someone can tell me. Froze eventually.
I gave up, turned everything off and put the TV on.
Fell asleep for two hours.
Tried the computer again, but no-go!

Carer Joanne arrived with another gal. We had a laugh, although I had to force it a little.

Getting dark now, I gave it a go on the computer, and by Jimminee, it was working? So I got on with this blog while I could. But just when I thought things were getting better, an unexpected drainage of willpower, contention and interest hit me.
I just turned off and sat down in a weary mind full of haze and confusion. Not good this.

TTFN

Inchy Wednesday 13th December 2023 – Carers Shaquille and Kara to the Rescue Again! ♥

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WHAT A KIN DAY!

One supplied installed and charged for landline phones went down!
The fitted TV went down three times. got it going for a second time. And now, no one can help me get it going again, which made for a miserable night!
I left the hot water tap on to run cold this afternoon, so there will be no shaving and showering for me!
The new up & down bed has stopped working!
I made another dumbo-job of the food ordering and got two deliveries on the same day.
The door chime is no longer working!
I dropped a 1-litre bottle of spring water on my poor toe nail, it burst open and cost me hours to get things cleaned up, and the clothing had to go into the laundry bag… in it was the pot of freshener and soap capsule, which the lid came off of, and spread all over the carpet I’d just spent hours cleaning up form the first disaster… I was getting mega-frustrated!

Another mess to clean up. Porcelain and me! Bending down to struggle with getting the PPs pulled up… I took a tumble as had me over…
Landing on and hitting the , and right shoulder, which naturally started off my old friends and ailment and , almost incidentally, and accidentally causing bleeding.
I can report some good news about this series of , however. Miraculously,  barely bled at all!
When I got around to washing after the medicationalisationing of the various wounds, I found a tiny mark on my chin. The Germolene, Phorpain Gel, and Sudocrem are all running low now.

If there is a God of some sort who allowed me all this ecstaticness in life, I’d like to have a few words with him when I arrive at St Peter’s Gate…
What do you think the odds are for me having another  after I wrote this bit?
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Dark urine in the night bag. Not a good sign of a decent day in prospect when I woke at 05:00hrs this jolly, gay, contented morning. Huh!

in the wet room. Grumph!
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The internet was still going at 09:10hrs! Not for long.

The anticipated Asda order arrived as Shaquille was leaving, and he carried the bags to the kitchen for me. Nice lad. I got them unloaded.
Drinkies!
Meats, potatoes, ice cream, fresh vegetable mix, yes, this’ll last me a while.
Ready meals, sausages, croquettes, pies, tomatoes, hot dogs… Oh yes!
Treats.
These should keep the Nurses and Carers happy!
Overfull fridge.

Wet room again...

Then came the Iceland Delivery that I had supposedly ordered for next Wednesday. Many similar items arriving that had been delivered earlier from Asda! 
I was tempted to swear and spit at my ineptitude!
In fact, I did!
Paper Towels. As if I needed them!
More Shortie biscuits, sauce, cobs and milk.
Blimey, more sausages, bacon and pies!
The overfilled fridge, now more so.
Ha, what a plonka!

I unzipped a banana – and ate it!

came. And got the overcharging for TV working again.
Unfortunately, it went off again later. Argh!

Carer Helen called; I’ve not seen her for months on end. Lovely to see her again. She pointed out what Kara did earlier about the Pork Pie in the fridge needing to be eaten in a day. So, I had it with some mixed soup vegetables I was cooking in the saucepan, intending to have them with the fresh sausages, but I had the oddest-looking meal in a long time.
I was still depressed with the TV going off, and the door chime not working to enjoy anything much. 
What a weird plate of food!

: Of to the Porcelain Throne again and emptied the day bag while in there.
Porc failed.
The bag seemed to have a drop of blood left in it; I didn’t notice when I was releasing the valve at all.
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WHAT NEXT?

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Possibly six guitar strings missing?

did the last two calls. He could not help with the lack of TV from the frustrating and annoying situation.
On his last visit, he removed the leg strappings, handed out the painkillers, and was in a hurry to get home… which is understandable. I moved the alarm-sounding box to the hallway in hopes that it was causing the TV problem. I returned to the room, and the TV had gone off altogether? I turned it on again… and blow-me-down with a feather duster… the Virgin TV came on. 
I anticipate losing it again in the morning when the Carer presses the door chime button.

The earlier mess of a meal had not sated my appetite. So, I got two lamb & mutton burgers from the freezer and into the oven and returned to watch some TV while they cooked away. I suppose there’s no need for me to say; When the first set of adverts came on, I nodded and drifted away… I woke in time to salvage the overcooked but tremendously tasty lamb and mutton burgers. I ate each one between two slices of Milk Roll bread, with some brown sauce. Cooked them unintentionally in the oven at 180° for 35 minutes. Perfick!
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A small pot of jelly and a banana.
Fantastic Flavour!

Zzz!