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Inchy Today: Friday 18th April 2025

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Proof that the Grim Reaper is Evil!
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Life now seems full of stupefaction,
To which I hold many a reaction…
Overall, after my pondering summation,
I cut down on taking beta-blocker medication,
To help me with my concentration,
I weighed up the facts, with consideration
My brain tending towards absquatulation,
Considered my rear-end’s vesiculation,
It had no bearing on the situation,
Considering problems I didn’t want to mention,
The neurologist who said I’ve verbigeration,
Will my research ultimately reach a conclusion?
I realise life will never be utopian,
Past failures, return, with apprehension,
Stemming my thoughts with hesitation,
Guilt, self-vulneration & vilification
Detract me from my original intention,
I often lose my current situation…
What is my purpose, my vocation?
With Dementia comes alienation,
No doubt, I can cope, using gumption…
Mine is comparatively, insignificant,
But it is bound to soon worsen,
At the same time, my catheterisation,
Means no voluntary tintinnabulation.
For concentration, I see only annihilation!
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Hopefully with more bravado,
I await the sign; at least an echo,
As I lay here, lying doggo,
My thought processes, fallow…
Whatever my mood, high or low,
I’ll get part-three done tomorrow,
I’m off now to have a Cornetto!
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I stirred back into my pretend life at 05:40 hours.
Another night of ever waking up, but this time & were present every time I woke up. I was concerned about them both, having two nights absence. Huh!

Nocturnal Pouch. Rating 5

Clock calendar updated. Hearing aid inserted. Earholes olive oiled. Eye sprayed. Rear end washed and antisepticated.
The saving produced just two little cuts.
No spillages or tumbles! Although I had a close call when getting the fresh PPs on.

Care Ahmed arrived as I was starting to season & pickle some black peas.
I mentioned that the computer was correcting when I put his name in the blog; so he gave me another name to use, bless him. Ejaz. I used it when updating yesterday’s blog, it accepted this one. He issued the medications and asked me if the Little Inchies Fungal Lesion Ointment treating was hurt again today. Haha, a lovely lad, ever-ready for a laugh.

I hoovered the little hallway, not that I’ve got a large hallway, anyway. I didn’t need to say that, did I? I’m wandering all ready. Then, I prepared the necessary items to finish the chickpeas and store them in the fridge for later use.

The day was brightening. However, the sunshine never did break through the clouds today. 

The Kala Chan peas, Stubb’s liquid smoke (this is what McDonald’s uses in their smoked food). Mushroom liquid ketchup, Marmite, liquid sea salt, pickling vinegar, and light soy sauce. I drained the peas and put them in a leak-proof food tub.
And I got it sealed and put it in the fridge. Then I opened a can of water chestnuts, and broke some up into the mix and vinegar. I had a taste of the liquid mix, and it tasted very good to me. It will require a minimum of three days in the fridge to achieve a decent level of pickledness in the peas. I must be parient. Hehe!

Back to the wet room. Urgh!

The midday call was by “Carer Joe”. We had a natter, and he said he’s doing the next call, then a new Carer would be calling. He’ll be back later. I’m not sure how long he’ll be off for, he might be on holiday.
I’d had a seizure while doing the blog when he arrived, so things can be taken with a pinch of salt.

SEIZURES FIESTA
Not for long.
But they very short, but each one was recogniseable.
I dare not move about or try to do anything on the computer, fearing a tumble or ruining the nearly finished blog. All ended well, though. They stopped after about an hour of them rattling in so fast.

Andy really has expressions that almost seem to talk to you! He’s undergoing a lot of treatment at the vets now he’s getting older. All the WPers love him.
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I’ll have to do catch-up again in the morning.

Good Morning!

Not much to do, just to add Ejaz visit and the days nosh. Can’t remember anything else.
When Carer Ejaz made the last call, I’d been deep into a heavenly sleep for about an hour.
Boy, was I confused and tired again.
I was so tired; all I wanted was to get back to sleep.
He kindly said he would fit the new weekly catheter day bag on in the morning. But I’d not made a meal yet! So I did. Half-asleep. Hehehe!

Made the nosh up. Minced imitation beef and grey, added garden peas, pickled water chestnuts, and brown chickpeas. Poured some Gung Po sauce over it, as shown in the picture above. Mixed it all up and microwaved it.
Loverly!

Of course, that was end of any sleep for the night.

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Inchy Today: Wednesday 16th April 2025

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Off to the wet-room to do my ablutions…
and my bodily, dedicated to medications,
Going in, my shoulder had a collision,
Banged my head, nearly had a concussion,
The Porcelain Throne, I dumped on,
Had a Trotsky Terence evacuation…
All over within what seemed an instant!
Standing, I saw blood, & liquid aurulent.
I checked my bottie and protection pants,
Blood on the lid… is that appurtenant?
Blood twixt the top between each buttock,
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I cleaned my teeth, and they bled,
Then got on and shaved,
Five cuts with my razor blade,
I should really stay bearded,
To myself, I blethered,
Then, with me being butterfingered,
Washing my delicate feet, barefooted,
My ingrowing toenail was stubbed,
The bottom was still well blooded,
Smearing barrier cream, I lathered,
Of course, I wasn’t really bothered!
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Started the medications, antibiotical,
The clock had stopped, its analogical,
Found another sticking out blood vessel,
Then I had something of a tumble…
To the floor, I slowly crumple,
Any more, and I’ll be biopsable!
This was not the end of my trouble,
My ailments are not inalimental,
Many ailments were responsible,
Anne Gyna, Cartilages or neurological,
None of which are nullifiable!
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On all fours, to the recliner, I had to go,
I got on my feet, muttering mumbo-jumbo,
Again, banging my poor camel toe!
Back to the wet room, slowly, adagio,
The rear end was still bleeding, though,
After getting up, the fungal lesion too,
I greeted Carer Ahmed, Buongiorno,
Ahmed said I’ve to let the nurse know,
About the blood that still did flow,
But it stopped later, so I thought, no…
I did feel a bit of a drongo!
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Ahmed medicated me, put on my diabetic socks,
Back to the wet room, I had aftershocks…
No blood is coming now from my buttocks,
Seizures, which for me is now orthodox,
Anne Gyna started, as usual for Inchcock,
Flood alarm sounded, off went the stopcock,
Left the tap running, causing more havoc,
My brain went into a maze, gridlock,
Hearing aids in, I heard the clock’s tick-tock,
Confusion is still running amok!
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Lamburgers & Potato slices.
Iced & Cream finger rolls!
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Laundry and sorting day today. Not me, most of it was done by Carer ‘Joe’. Did a grand job for me as well.
He was up and down with the laundry. And sorting it out in the main room, making space so there is theoretically less chance of taking any whoopsies. I helped with the finances, a problem with photograph storage, and emails. I also checked the dates on the food for me. Thanks, ‘Joe’.
So very light on detail today.
I’ve forgotten half what took place; I’m so busy.

Morning shots. Straight ahead
To the right
To the left.
But I might be wrong.

Off to the wet-room to do my ablutions…
And my body is dedicated to medications.
Details are at the top of the above Ode.
Believe it or not.
The session took me three hours to get done. Then Carer ‘Joe’ here for three hours, it didn’t leave me much time ot get owt done. Although I did get bits done. But not much on the notepad apart from the wet room visit of gloom.

19:20hrs: The rear end is still leaking the odd little bit of blood now, but it is less each time I check it than in previous investigations. A lot of bloodied tissues. I’ve got to laugh about it… now! Haha!

I did have time earlier to cut some water chestnuts into a jar to pickle them. I put them in the fridge next to the delicious Gung Po jar of sauce and the black bean sauce. 
I made up a tub to microwave the planned meal later, but I’m nowhere near getting it done yet. So it may be morning again before I get a nosh. But I think it will be a good one. Another can of the odd, nobbly, stumpy Bularian soft sausage and giant white beans. With Gung-Po already mixed in the microwave dish for later, and some water chestnuts added, either tomato sauce of beef gravy will be added, like the other day. It didn’t look terrific, but it was sooo tasty! 

I took this of the tree copse and pathway.
I think I did, I’ve no memory. I may have taken it another day. Cause I was having a series of mini-seizures that left me more confused than I had been for a few days.

When Carer Ahmed arrived, he thought I was in a seizure. I’d just come out of one. Well spotted, young man. He offered to take a look at my bleeding rear end. It was bleeding, but he wasn’t sure if it was inside or out. Had it been inside, it may have been or .
But a little discomfort when I sit down tells me I’ve chaffed the coccyx (tailbone), from falling in the tumbles or just sitting down so often. I kept cleaning the area and putting some barrier cream on each check throughout the day.

I was trying to get the Ode done. But four hours later, I did get it done. Little else. ‘Joe’ was patient with me, persisting. He knows how addicted I am.

I took this at about 20:15hrs.

I got the food out and added a can of beef stew. Stirred it all together, ready for when the Carer has called, and then I can cook it and dig in. I got three chunky, thick slices of bread from the freezer and thawed them out, ready for the feasting! Haha!

The tiredness and weariness came later than usual today. I’ll try to catch up in the morning, but there’ll not be much to do. Unless some exciting events take place unexpectedly, like: We have a fire, I have another heart attack and or stroke, I leave the taps running, have a tumble, world war three kicks off, or someone calls to adopt me as a grandad. 
I’ll not set any odds. Hehehe!
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Inchy Today: Tuesday 15th April 2025

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Inchie: You’re not listening to me!
Inchy: Well, I’m having a pee…
Rollocks, you can’t manually pee!
But I can empty the catheter manually!
Only if yer pouch ain’t fell below yer knee…
Then yer can’t reach it, only painfully!
If I’m you, and you say you’re me,
Why is yer always acting sarcastically?
Well, I stuck with you mentally;
No need for you to act temperamentally!
Sorry, it’s been another bad day, yer see
You don’t expect me to act amiably?
There must be some points on which we agree.
I’ve got Doreen Dementia in here with me!
And you, too, just as alarmingly!
She makes me act absentmindedly,
I’ve got her for life, intrinsically,
Playing with my mind’s psychoactivity,
She’s given me Peripheral Neuropathy!
Yes, she’s cruel, she inspires me…
Inspires you! With her psychoactivity?
She taught me jealousy & perversity!
And how to correctly use pomposity,
Then where did you get your piosity?,
The same place you got your absurdity.
Always had it; it comes naturally.
And your nastiness, and pugnacity?
I’ve had them since my birth in 2015 BC.
2015 BC? How come you ended up with me?
When your current brain dies, we float away,
To Grim Reaper Land ostensibly,
We get a new brain-lodgings for free,
Move in, if assessed okay? Then permanently,
Until they near death, which is you currently,
You’re really in antemortem, pre-autopsy.
Oh, then I’ll die owing money?
What’s yer biggest debt fundamentally?
£1,566 behind, and I need to pay my electricity fee.
How did you get £1,566? That’s a lot of money! 
Herr Starmer to blame mostly…
Ah, I understand, you’ve my sympathy.
No need to be gloomy or for any negativity,
You’ll likely die today while making your tea.
How is that supposed to cheer me?
You won’t have to pay for your electricity!
Oh, yeah. I can see clearly,
All part of life’s declivity!
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Catch-up from last night.
Vegetable stew with a sausage, some Gung-Po sauce added and extra gravy for the first time ever.
I had it in for a while and could not find a sell-by date, but it didn’t smell off. It tasted lovely. The Morrisons part-baked rolls were oven-cooked, and they tasted nice, well over-dunked in the liquid first. 
I could not read the contents of the Gun Po, but I tasted water chestnuts in it. When Carer ‘Joe’ called later, he confirmed no water chestnuts were in the ingredients. But whatever was in there, I liked it. I’ll try them again with the Bulgarian beans and sausage tinned meal.

I noted the strange mini-clouds that looked like gate tops above the yellow & in the grey.
They look like shark fins in this one.
Love to know how this happened.


A lousy night’s kipping again. Ever waking up.
I tried my best to stay asleep, but it was no good. So at 06:00hrs, I rose from the c1966, £300 charity shop-bought second-hand, wincingly grotty, beige coloured, not working, crumb-covered from the nocturnal nibblings, itch-making, uncomfortable, virus-breeding, easy-to-fall-out-of, recliner.
I removed the nocturnal catheter bag and mused over what needed to be done. Then, I decided to get the ablutions and medications done first, hoping to catch up on some sleep later.

I must have taken these two shots of the view from the kitchenette; they were on the SD.
Straight ahead
To the right, catching a bit of the balcony.

They didn’t go so well today.
Five cuts shaving. Dropped the olive oil bottle while sucking up some liquid. The Porcelain Visit took seconds, Trotsky Terence style, but it took ages to clean up afterwards. What a mess; I’ll not say where, but embarrassment ensued.

Carer Ahmed arrived. Socks, medications, and he found I’d left the hot tap running again! Argh!
Good job that I had an early clean-up & shave.

MARATHON SEIZURE
I WAS DOING SO WELL MEDICALLY AS WELL
I came out of it so confused. I’d done a little on the blog and made a mess of most of what I’d done.
I had to stop for a while to get my head together. Well, as together as it’s ever going to get. I fear I was out of things for several hours. I think I was; maybe I’d fallen asleep? I doubt it because I felt worn out after a while, which I hadn’t before the episode. I hope the Doctor rings soon. This one was not good.

Carer ‘Joe’ arrived. He had a mask on and a cough and sore throat—so did I. It was a short visit during which he assessed the contents of the Gung-Po sauce. I forgot to ask him for some Peptac.

A food order arrived that I worryingly can’t recall ordering at all.
Six bags.
Cake shop & cobs. Cakes for Carer ‘Joe’ in thanks.
More cakes for Jenny & Frank… and me!
And the ice cream cones. Slurp!
A few other bits.

Then I called to see if Jennie and Frank were at home and took some treats down for them. They tell me off, but they are so good to me. Bless them both.

NOW A SCARY MINI-SEIZURE
I was stood up when I went into it.
I felt myself going and sat down.
What felt like two minutes later,
I seemed to come round.
Crikey, was I in a state. Balance gone,
hazy-minded. Within minutes, I was
back to how I was earlier.
Mind-Bogglingly Confusing!

As I write this, about four hours later, the seizures have stopped completely. (Give them time.)

I’m going to make an early meal, see how I feel.
Lamb burgers, methinks! 
Then, I will see if I can catch up on some sleep again.
I’m off to cook the burgers now.

More Tomorrow…
Including the Lamburger Feast!
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Inchy: Monday 14th April 2025

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THE HAZE/HASH OF OUR HMG!
I faced adversity catastrophes, indomitably,
Searching for success, I found extinction,
Been shot, heart attack & bankruptcy,
Recognised politicians showed prevarication,
They rule unreliably and lyingly…
Take backhanders with pretension,
Reliable? Each one is a proletariat’s liability,
Growing their wealth in HMG’s pantheon!
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Starmer lines his pockets, carefreely,
Lie, steal from pensioners, Scot-freely!
Prices are rising for food, gas & electricity,
Keir does it all so perfunctorily, blasély,
Surely, he’s an under-the-bed Tory?
His price rises show his peccability,
The voters he scoffs at dismissively,
Proletariats get poverty and penury!
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Who voted for him, primarily plebian…
Realise now, it shouldn’t have been,
He’s mendacious, criminal, immoral & mean!
Keir’s term in office: a trial by ordalian,
Starmer got 3m votes, fewer than Corbyn,
Still enough to give him a win,
That was due to the Tory’s suiciding,
Citizens’ fears are accumulating!
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His lies, there’s not been an investigation,
He shows no signs of any opprobrium,
A man of obfuscation and deception,
No prosecution, just mystification…
Civil Service & HMG are both crooked,
Their guilt, either hidden or resolved,
Most of what they’ve done, I anticipated,
Starmer should be sacked & becudgelled!
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He claims to be a necessitarian,
I think that he’s Machiavellian!
Ill-conceived, ill-advised, & misbegotten,
There’s no hope, no pharma-conation,
As he strangles voters of the Nation,
I’m not saying he’s a pigwidgeon…
Nor a patrician, but a man on a mission,
To take backhanders & make commission!
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He’s worthy of, and gets my derision,
Mayhap the Lord’s resurrection…
Along with our citizens quiritation…
Can bring about, Starmer’s retrogression,
Force him into his own rescission?
Free us of Keir, the self-rhetorician?
Give him a thorough scrutinisation,
But of course, this will not happen!
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CATCH UP
Owing to my plans to get a wash and sit-down when the fatigure-fell yesterday teatime, I got nowt done on the computer again for the rest of the night.
I thought I’d fall asleep and get a few hours in before the last Carer’s call, then restart doing the blog.

Instead, I had God knows how many mini-seizures but no actual sleep. Three hours later, Carer Ahmed arrived. Said I was, sitting there mumbling to myself and breathing heavily, with my eyes open. Once I got up, I felt so drained. I nearly fell back down again. But Ahmed was as quick as a flash and stopped me from plumping back into the 1966, £300, Oxfam charity shop-bought, wincingly grotty, beige-coloured, crumb-covered from my nocturnal nibblings, itch-making, uncomfortable, positively unhealthy, and dangerous, no longer operational, virus-breeding, easy-to-fall-out-of, catheter-tube-trapping recliner.
He got my diabetic socks off my feet, issued the medications and checked the taps and oven for me. After the lad left, 
I went to the kitchen to make a meal. Boy, was I tired out and drained.
I took these fantastic puffer cloud shots.

Minced beef with black beans.
Some seasoned unskinned chips.
Lovely!
A cornet of ice cream afterwards. I’d made
too much again. Well, not much!
But at least I didn’t spill any.
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How can one be so drained and tired but not get to sleep? Horrible night. Forever jumping awake within minutes of the odd nodding off’s that I got.
I gave up and got up at 05:00hrs.
Sorted the waste bins. Then the big task began.
What a session. There is no other word for it. Great!
A cutless shave, absences of , , , & . I’ll add  because she did not kick off until later.

The medicationalising was not too bad, but no worse than of late. Until, of course, it came to the last task, ointmentating and rubbing it in poor suffering . I creamed where I could reach of the ribs & backs  . Again, I could not get those on my back. I’ll ask the Carer if he can help when he arrives. At least I have a good stock of new barrier cream in the drawer. 
I must have taken longer than I thought on these tasks. As I got the PPS on without much of a struggle, I’d like to add, and was getting the Kagoule on, the Carer Ahmed arrived.

Ahmed was on good form this morning. Medications were issued, and my diabetic socks were fitted. 
He then applied barrier cream to my back and ribs, using the last of the old tubes of Derma Cream. Achmed liked doing this job and was good at it. He then sprayed the glaucoma spray on my eyes for me. I’ll call him Dr. Ahmed from now on. Hehehe! He asked for another local accent word, and I gave him ‘Kip’ for a sleep or nap. I’ve given one a day for a few days. The first was ‘Tara” for cheerio. He said he had used it with other clients this morning, and they loved it. Hearing that cheered me up. Yesterday, it was ‘Aye-Up.’ I think the other one was ‘Midduck’. No, that one’s for tomorrow.

Ahmed took a photo of me with a Kodak-Tim-1.
He’d drawn the curtains, knowing how the sunlight affects Glaucoma Gladys.
He thought I looked like a Mafia Boss. Haha!

I grafted away on the Ode making and got it finished.
Then, I updated and posted the Sunday blog. During the morning, I took these snaps from the kitchen.
The shadows from the rising sun from the back of the flats made some of them enjoyable.
The painted houses. If not, I might not see them.
My block of flats’ shadow in this one.
Took later.

Carer “Joe” arrived. He did a grand job of helping again, bless him. He rang the surgery to see if I could get an appointment for any Wednesday, his more extended visit laundry day. 3rd on the waiting list. Got through and he tried his best, but the earliest Wednesday might be 4 weeks wait, and he wasn’t sure if the Doctor could fit it in for the times that Joe was here. Chances were getting dimmer. I suggested that perhaps she could give me a call at home. Yes, but not on a Wednesday. I ended up with her ringing on Monday the 28th between 10 & 11:45hrs. In 14 days. Going well for the NHS, innit? We had to agree; there was no other choice, had we?

Computing was going very slow today.

Carer “Joe” returned to the first evening call. Again, he helped out no end. He called the chemist and arranged for the medications to be sent to his company’s chemist for collection. I’m lost with all these changes. Thank heavens for Carer “Joe”!

It’s already 20:00hrs gone. I’ll make a meal and try to catch up in the morning.

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Inchy Today: Saturday 12th April 2025

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I love it!
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Ode OldSELF-ASSESMENT
What is causing me all this strife,
I’ve no hopes, no hair, no wife…
Few teeth and avoid any lowlife,
I don’t enjoy any high life….
My ailments that are ignored but rife,
I’m kind to people and wildlife,
I’ve purposely avoided being altercative,
My mind, at best, is approximative!
I may get better, but only if…
The brain stops going adrift…
The medics understand me, get my drift,
Anne Gyna leaves my chest, neck & midriff,
Then I can feel less aggrieved!
And, a miracle can be achieved!
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Catch-up
Think I missed these snaps of the red moon last night. It’s a reasonable effort for me.
Well pleased with this one!
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I got a call on the intercom. The man muttered something and disappeared. I thought this might have been the Amazon delivery of the beef and day catheter pouches. While waiting for them to be delivered to the door, I checked the Amazon tracker, which told me they had been delivered. There was no sign of it coming up. I bet the rascally driver has left them in the foyer lobby!
I had to get dressed, and went down with the three-wheeled walker and stick to investigate.
Sure enough, there were two bashed-up boxes on the lobby floor. The problem was that one was for a flat on the tenth floor, and the other was for a smaller one, mine. I could get that box on top of the wheeler, and I did. A lady’s name was on the other parcel, and as I took my box up, I stopped to tell her about the box in the lobby. I explained that I’d go back down after dropping my box at my flat, provided nobody had nicked it, and I’d bring it up for you.
So, I went up to my flat. I think both boxes had been looked into, but my two items were there. I went back down to the ground floor. The lady’s box was still there, and I realised how heavy it was.
I felt a smidge of pride in helping out, like others had done for me. Gawd, it was hard work. I could only balance the box on top of the walker and almost staggered up to the lady’s flat with the box. I should think the fastest I managed to move could have been half a mile an hour. Hehe! I almost lost it getting out of the lift. Phew! But I got to the flat and put the box inside for her.

Envri almost delivered it. Surely they can see it is an elderly persons warden-aided complex here? Or not.

At least it tired me out enough, I hoped, for me to get to sleep quicker than usual. Huh!

0640hrs: Again, I say again… I woke up without any , , and was just not there! Oh, if only this could happen regularly. It felt great! Mind you, I think I had six hours kip! Yee-Har!

I knew I had a lot to do on the blog catching up, so I finished Fridays as soon as possible.
Then I got carried away doing the ode, which I was very much struggling with for some unknown reason.

Carer Ahmen arrived. We chatted as he put on the diabetic socks. He graded the urine, and I went to empty the nocturnal catheter bag. Grungleslapnerds!
I only found that I’d left the hot water tap running again, and it must have been for a long time because the water was icy! So, no showering, shaving, or cleaning up now! It won’t be until tonight when the night heater kicks in to warm it up.
It’s just as well; I’d have much more time to waste making messes and mistakes on the ode. Humph!

Ahmed returned for the 2nd call of the day.
Whilst he was here, Anne Gyna kicked-off!
I also have a Peptac guzzle as Reflux. Roger joined in the onslaught.

There were a few mini-seizures; at one stage, they were on and within seconds of each other!

Once more, the day seems to have flashed before my eyes. I’m going to get something to eat now.

The sun went in.

A SHOWER-OF-SEIZURES FOR AN HOUR!
Mini-Myoclonic seizures, with a few of the Ménière’s thrown into the mix. My inbred, one of my oldest ailments , was on and off all day.
This bout of them left me tired out and weary beyond the realms of possibility. I was done for! All in. So the computer was abandoned early.
I made a meal.
I ate it in an artistic fashion. Spilling some of it on my chest, legs, dressing gown and kaghoule.
Why, you ask? (I hope) I kept falling asleep! Something of a miracle that I didn’t drop the whole lot along with the tray it was on! Oh, I found some 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.
It was an effort getting up to sort things out and wash the pots, but I’m glad I did. The moon was in view, so I fetched Kodak Tim 2 to take a photo of it.
Nice!

I foolishly tried to stay awake to see the highlights of Nottingham Forest’s match. Zzzz!
I was waking up so often that I’m not sure I had more than three hours of actual sleep.
The full works tonight that I’d hoped I would sleep like a baby, being so drained. But, No! 
I recall being rudely awakened by ,  , ,  , , and . But there may have been others in the onslaught. Oh, yes, I remember, & .
Each time I was woken, I needed to sort out what was happening. I seemed annoyed and a little out of it.
At one stage, I just had to get and use the toothache spray from the computer desk. I stubbed my toe against the Ottoman as I moved back to the hospital bed! But I think I was soon back in the land of nod again after each visit—not for long, of course. The next ailment soon arrived to join in the nocturnal ‘Let’s-Bugger’ Inchy’s sleep-up routine. I think that had it not been for the damned seizures leaving me so done in, I could have coped with the lack of sleep, instead of getting annoyed and sorry for myself, which no doubt helped bring on the  again.
Not one of better nights.

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Inchy Today: Friday 11th April 2025

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I’ve never received an assumpsit,
On a jury, they’ve never let me sit,
Won £5 on the pools; nothing on the Lottery,
No prize for my Whoopsiedangleploppery,
Never been called dictatorial, or absolutistic,
Lived most of my life as allegoric or metaphoric,
After some seizures, I go all apathetic,
All dreams I have are absurd, amphigoric,
At 6, I decided I’d learn how to whittle,
And chopped my thumb off, that made me widdle,
At 7, crossing a bridge, I got thrown in a canal,
At 9, I fell downstairs, made myself vestigial,
At 10, for a dare, I ate an angelwitch!,
Now elderly, I’m an insomniac, agrypnotic,
When younger, I was most apolaustic,
Got sacked a few times, an experienced attrit!
Since my stroke, I’ve experienced being abiotic,
Teachers said that I was idiotic!
They found my ulcer had turned carcinogenic,
Which left me feeling a mite catatonic,
Hoping my odes are seen as copacetic,
My few remaining teeth look like eolith,
This afternoon, I got stuck in the lift!
This is all true, you know, not a myth!
So, can you see why I sometimes get miffed?
I think laughing at myself is a gift!
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A rough start to the day, but I’ll explain later.
Three hours into consciousness, things improved healthwise. In fact, as I type this, it’s been a much better day.,
But only physically, healthwise. Mentally,  it brought me many things I could have done without.
The most frustrating thing was the computer. It was causing internet blackouts, and I’ve reloaded Google eighteen times already. Blunkerbonks! Losing work done every time. Depressed about this; I know it will eventually become unusable. However, none of the computer people I asked for help responded positively. When I rang, they informed me that they were swamped, but the engineer would contact me. Please be patient. That was seven months ago!
Very little on the blog today because I lost all my later photos in a blackout.
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05:20hrs: After an improved sleep, I stirred into imitation life and dismounted the hospital bed. Emptying the nocturnal pouch, I realised it had not been assed for colour, but the Carer will do it for me, I poured some of the wee in a cardboard cup, to be checked later.
My mind was not exactly clear, and I kept wondering what it was I’d planned to do while mountaineering from the hospital bed.
I went to check the taps, fridge, freezer and stoves to make sure I had not left anything on again. Nope, all looked good, and Anne Gyne had missed her usual attacks that assault me within an hour of waking up. Well, they have been doing the last few mornings.
Boy, what a fantastic sight greeted me from the kitchen window.
At first, I thought I’d lost half a day, and it was nighttime. When I changed my glasses, I realised it was not a sunset but the red moon disappearing over the horison. I took a closer shot of it within 30 seconds and saw how far it had gone down since the first snap was taken. The mist was far less this morning. It felt a lot warmer this morning.

I gathered the things needed to do the ablutions and medications. I also remembered that the Yauhuol needed handwashing. I’m struggling with this job, so I spoke with myself, telling myself to be extra careful when washing and not to spill any more water again. I believe I cursed myself for having done it for the last two mornings. It knocks me up having to mop using the stick.
A bit of advance planning here. Oh, yes! While doing the ablutions, I realised I was going to hang the Yahuole on the shower railings, so I put the bowls in position to catch some of the dripping water. Cunning that, I thought!  Then, the Porcelain Throne was needed. Messy more than ever this morning.
The teeth were done, then the shaving, and multiple nicks bled. But the ever-reliable Brut aftershave soon stopped them all from bleeding. I’d sooner not talk about the medicalisationings if you don’t mind. Oh, go on, then, but it brings back the pain. As per usual, the worst was from the creaming and massaging of. Arrgh! does not begin to cover the pain this time. I threw in a few naughty words and curses at myself; being generous by nature, I lobbed a few in for and at our Banckhander-taking, Pensioner-Killing Conservative Fürher Keir Starmer. I wish someone would inform him that he’s supposed to be leading the Labour Party. Albeit they are showing signs of beibg more like a Nazi- Party!
I lost the plot there; sorry about that!

Carer Ahmed arrived. We tried the key safe, and we actually got it open! Well, Ahmed did. As we were walking back inside, I knew it had to come, it was guaranteed; she launched her morning attack belatedly and kept it up for hours without a break. I asked if I could have an extra Codeine, but after calling his boss, this was refused. I could understand why. It says on the box that I can take up to four a day on the prescription tag on the box. I regularly take 3 a day, rarely needing a fourth. But as the commandant said, it will mean me taking two together, and this cannot be allowed. Eventually, she calmed down around teatime. Fair enough, but the pain was peracute; is that the right word? 
Fair enough, but the pain was peracute. Is that the right word?  It felt excruciating at the time. Hello, she’s off on her tour of my chest, ribs and neck again!

Eventually, late afternoon, I realised the Yahuole was still soaking in the kitchen sink, so I got it handwashed.
I came so close to having a tumble as I stretched to get the coarhanger onto the shower rail. Had it been Cartilage Cathy (right knee) and not Cartilage Chloe (left knee) that gave way, I’d have had noting to grab a hold of to stop me crumpling into mop bucket, the bowls used to catch the drips, and possibly another head bashing on the trolley or sink. 
But no, a bit of luck falling the other way, with a safety bar within reach… which clung onto! Just found a tiny bruise on the left ribs.

The seizure took care of things for about two hours. I have no idea if I did anything silly while out of it. No, I lie! I did do some work on the blog. Later, I found all the cock-ups I made and will try to find and correct them all (I hope) in the morning.

Carer “Joe” is due for a late call anytime now. I’m going to make two sandwiches: thick, chunky bread, no butter, sliced cooked pork loin to go on the bread, and Marmite and beetroot! If I feel brave enough, I may do some oven chips to go with the sarnies. I’m so rascally at times. Haha!

Carer “Joe” said he is off tomorrow. So the Small Asian Angel & Carer Ahmed should be serving me this Saturday.

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Inchy Today: Thursday 10th April 2025

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I was once a young, fit, healthy, wise-guy
Girls? I kept out a watchful eye,
With my lower regions, I know not why,
It was harder then, with no wi-fi.
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Life then started to become stunted,
The body aged, it became transfigured,
My sense of balance, weaved & wobbled,
My thoughts came oddly technicoloured.
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Ageing makes you crocheted & crusted,
Arithmophobia, dates, figures & numbers…
Mistakes galore, you feel daunted,
Mental capacity, slowly degenerated!
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After Toileting, the room must be fumigated,
Constipation? Teeth need to be gritted!
Facts, figures? Are at best guesstimated,
Decision making? Wrongly, not at all, or belated,
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Instructions not understood, misinterpreted,
In conversations, words can be misheard,
Burning food, taps left on, safety neglected,
Leg lesions medicated and bandaged daily medicated and bandaged,
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Living in a crime-filled neighbourhood,
No help with the computer – I spit blood!
Impossible to get life orchestrated,
No confidence can be radiated!
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Feeling defeated, doubted, rejected,
All I write needs to be repeatedly subedited,
Self-disgust, self-taunted, vision tinted,
Fears & worries are now ever accessed!
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Dark Dank Duncan Depressed,
Labour in power, as antisocialists,
Starmer, the bleakest Conservatist!
I hope death brings peace and rest,
If so, I’ll be so blessed!
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I had much better sleep in the bed last night.
The problem was, I think I’d had nocturnal seizures, possibly. Because the quilt and covers were all over the place, and the pillow was on the floor. Somehow, I’d changed the settings on the bed mover control. It’s hard to believe how I slept at all. I was right at the top of the bed, yet bent forward so much, with a dip halfway down the bed, and the end and top bits raised to the maximum.
I woke up at 05:00. By the time I’d refigured the bed to a faux semi-comfortable position, ready for use tonight or in the morning, it was 06:00- Tsk!
Here I go again, sensing some challenges may present themselves to me this Thursday. Everything was normal, then! Tsk!

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I detached the night pouch from the day pouch. I was so concerned with the state of the bed. I didn’t realise the night bag was even on. What’s more, I didn’t have any fauxpas, trips or leaks for the hour when the pouch dragged along, entangling itself around my foot and leg!
Now I was concerned! How did I manage that?
I fear I can only put it down to one thing… are you ready for this?… Good Luck! Now, I don’t say that very often. Especially after the Carer helped me out yesterday. He did a grand job for me. Questions for any God, philosopher or neurologist: Is my luck changing for the better? Will I cope with the shock, or have another stroke? Why did good luck wait nearly 80 years to appear? Will I live long enough to enjoy it? Will it continue? (It didn’t.) Can I get NHS instruction on how to be contented? Hahaha!

Starting with a visit to the .
I was back in control. But once the chunks started evacuating, it took a while for them to stop clunking into the water below. 
More than yesterday’s big dollop!

A stand-up wash. I didn’t have time to shower in case either the nurses or the Iceland delivery came earlier. I strip washed, soaking the feet as I shaved and did the teggies, then moved on to the self-medicating of my problematic areas. Argh! 
Olive-oiled the ears, sprayed MedPhorpainthe eyes, Phorpain gelled the knees and cartilages, and ointmentated each Acne and eczema area. As usual, I left the most painful bit to the end.
I gritted my teeth, cleaned as instructed, heroically pulled the skin back, and squeezed the ointment in a drop. That was bad enough, but I had to massage it from the outside each time. Self-imposed agony! But it was nothing to a man of my calibre, heroism and upper pain limit. I may even have been singing to myself as I massaged it in.

When I turned on the computer, I realised I had a fair bit to do on yesterday’s blog.
It had been the busiest day for years!

As I was making a start, Carer ‘Joe’ arrived. I didn’t ask him to take the socks off cause they were not put on last night. Haha! Maybe I could join a touring fairground group as their Memory Man? Har-har! 
My medications were issued. The lad said something about what he planned to do next week in flats the clean-up campaign.

I pressed on with the blog, but then it got busy again. The delivery came.
Seven carrier bags worth.
I got the fresh stuff away.
4 items unavailable & 2 substitutions.
Topped up the nurses & carers shelf with the new Pepsi flavours that came.
A well-overfilled filled top cupboard.
The danger of falling through the floor into the flat below the cupboard of cans of food. I shouldn’t starve to death for a month or two! Hehe!
Why did I stock up to ridiculous? What made me suddenly panic so over food stores? Am I going mad?
I’m not sure if it’s Peripheral Neuropathy, Cognitive Impairment Iris, Ménière’s disease, Episodic Ataxia, FND, Receptive Aphasia Phyllis, Diabetic Dementia, Absence seizures, or the Myoclonic seizures that may have caused this stupider-than-usual action on my behalf. Would doing such activities that I’ve not done for so long, like cleaning up, wear me out?

I managed to get the blog posted a little later than usual. And the fatigue started to fall.

THE HIGHLIGHT OF THE DAY!
The intercom rang, and I thought it might be the tinned food I’d also ordered from Amazon.
Life lifted, and a smile came over my craggy, aged face. (It does that occasionally).
It was my treasured Hristina, the DVT Warfarin Blood Nurse. The heart beat a little faster, and my Angel was soon in the flat.
I mentioned that I’d run out of Enoxaparin-filled hypos. She said if they need you to start stabbing your stomach 8 times a day, they will ensure you get some. That put my mind at rest. She took the blood for testing, and we spoke of something else, but with my heart beating and eyes so busy watching and listening to Hristina—such a wonderfully calming person and so kind. 🤎

I started this blog in the late afternoon.

Then, the Amazon tinned foods arrived!
I then had to store these tinned meals on the floor!
It’s horrible having a lack of control!

Carer ‘Joe’ arrived and was as aghast as I was at the canned food I bought! No medications were needed. They were, but I forgot to ask for the Peptac and Codeine. I managed to make a brew of tea, and when I got back with it, one of the regular patches was in the regular place on the carpet. Yet I could not find any urine spillages on my legs or slippers. One of the mysteries of Woodthorpe Court, with the hobgoblins, spectres, gnomai, phantasms, grotesque succubae, Whoopsiedangleplops, ailments, extraterrestrials, ectoplasms, spirits, Accifauxpas, rent increases, food price hikes, Starmer robbing all we pensioners, and other Fata Morganas, that have been sent to taunt, irritate and terminate my already limited saneness of mind, logicalty and depressions!

Carer ‘Joe’ came on his teatime visit.
Embarrassingly, the pee-time one as well, haha!
He convinced me that it was not urine because there was no smell. He suggested that I may have spilt the catheter, which needed spring water.
He’s got the measure of me now, he has! Hehe! 

Back to this blog. The eyes faded, and the fatigue returned almost instantly. I was so tired and weary.

I foolishly tried to continue this blog. It was farcical and hopeless, so I gave up. So, I’ll be even further behind by morning. Humph!
I’ll try to stay alert enough to get the comments & WordPress reader read.
I’ll make the meal later.

Aha! I caught the sunset.
Not as good as yesterdays’

But fair for me.

I was expecting a last Carer call, but it’s 21:40hrs now.
I’ve probably got confused. Yes, I think I did. Fool!
Carer ‘Joe’ came a little earlier than usual. I’ve just seen the nocturnal catheter pouch on the chair.
I can’t cope with my decline very well. Tsk!

I’ll get the food in the microwave. I made it up in the tray earlier, so it should be ready in the oven in ten minutes. It consists of minced beef in gravy, sliced water chestnuts, pickled beetroots, red onions, tomatoes, garden peas, and a can of potatoes. It is also seasoned with vinegar, Worcester Sauce, and thick sliced bread for dunking. I hope it all goes well. I’ll let you know in the morning!

Good Moring!
The meal looked and smelled amazing!
I made too much. But ate ¾ of it.
NICE!
Into the c1966, £300 Oxfam charity shop-bought, wincingly grotty, beige-coloured, crumb-covered from my nocturnal nibblings, itch-making, uncomfortable, positively unhealthy, and dangerous, no longer operational, virus-breeding, easy-to-fall-out-of, catheter-tube-trapping recliner, to watch a nature documentary. I’m glad to say that I didn’t get to see it.
This was due to my drifting off to sleep.
There were far too many waking-ups, but I did get back off quickly each time. 
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Inchy Today: Wednesday, 9th April 2025

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ME & MY MATE ARTHUR
We’d go out every Friday night to the Astoria,
Do the twist, jive, waltz, especially with Nora,
That’s when the fallout came with Arthur,
You see Arthur dated with Dora,
I often entwined with Nora,
One night, I caught Arthur & Nora,
Arthur sounded like he was having a dyschezia,
Nora was calling out, Oh, yer, Oh Yer!!!
Arthur dismounted; I gave him a right-hander!
The scrap was a blockbuster, a bloodletter,
With Nora’s support, he fought better…
Bigger than me, and a blacksmith’s welder,
Arthur finished me off; the bounder,
Giving me several cuts and pyrexia,
I was comforted by Dora later,
Dora was a uranographer,
I mapped the soul & body of her,
Then stopped Friday night visits to the Astoria!
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Today was my busiest for months.
It is now 16:00 hrs, and I am shattered, tired, worn out, and weary. Glaucoma, Gladys, is affecting my eyesight, as usual. Here is a quick rundown on how I got into this dilapidated state! Hope I can stay awake long enough to get my ablutions and medicalisationings done. And the nurse has not shown up yet – possibly due to my putting the appointment in the calendar for the wrong day, and it should have been tomorrow.

I didn’t wake until 06:00 hrs again, but I did not get to sleep until 02:00hrs. There were fewer waking-ups with neck jerks.

I got the waste bags sorted out and placed near the door. Not knowing for 100% that the nurses would be arriving, I did not do the ablutions, or body medicationing, in case I missed the intercom. Then I handwashed some more socks and hung them above the sink to drip dry. Then, I utilised the Porcelain Throne.
This time, with Constipated Conrad still in charge. The evacuated product came out slowly and painfully, but all in one long, even bigger than the frequent Torpedo. It was more the size of a submarine! Gignormous!
Not messy whatsover!

Carer Ahram arrived. We left the bandage on the leg so the nurse could examine it when she arrived.

I got the kaghoule handwashed (made a mess on the floor ringing & ringing) and hung it on the shower rail in the wet room to drip dry. Painfully!

An email from Amazon said the delivery would arrive today before 21:20hrs. I concentrated on getting as much of the blog caught up with before the nurses arrived or the second Carer.

MISTAKE MADE HERE… WELL, TWO!
Firstly, I spilt water on the floor while handwashing and walked it all over the kitchen, so I thought I’d mop it up. I had a visit from Lost-Balance-Bernard and kicked the bucket, redistributing the dirty water back onto the floor! So, so I thought I’d mop it up again.
Second, I could see the sun coming around, ready to blast through the window, so I decided to hang the thin dressing gown on the rail to protect my eyes.
I knocked a jar of mint sauce off of the shelf, and it broke as it hit the just-mopped-twice floor, catching and seasoning the bandaged & right leg en route!
I was livid with myself!
I believe I was praying and cursing at the same time as having to mop the floor for a third time. My EQ knew something. I swear he laughed at me!

Carer ‘Joe’ arrived as I was cleaning the oven.
He’d got an extra hour today, so he could do the laundry and make space in the front room, as I had been taking tumbles & knocks lately. Damned decent of him. While he was down taking the laundry, I went to check some dates on the food.
MISTAKE MADE HERE…
I dropped a bottle again. I thought I’d mop it up. Gragknangles! Four damned times now!

‘Joe’ started making some room between the chair and my bed so I would be in less danger and bother using them.

He then went down to collect the laundry and helped hang it up with me. We went into the kitchen for something—ah, yes, food date checks! I wobbled a little and knocked a jug of water over.
Gragknangles! Five Ruddy Times Today!
‘Joe’ to the rescue; he took over, bless him!

I was embarrassed, but ‘Joe’ was understanding and calm about things. A nice, helpful chap.

He hoovered where we (well, he) had been sorting things out in the space-making mission.

I then realised that the kaghoule and dressing gown I had on had got soaked on the laf spillage episode. So had to change into a fresh one of each. And then had to hadwach for a third tine today. To wash another kaghoule!

He said he’d be doing the teatime call later on.

I felt begraggled, bewitched & bewildered!

A delivery and possibly a nurse to come yet!
I must keep going if I can. I dare not fall asleep and miss the nurse of delivery. Fed-Up!

I pondered my position and constant bad luck.
I’ve decided that I deserve no better. Will is just as well because I’m not going to have things get any better, now am I? 

Maybe it’s something I did in a previous life?
I was born as Hitler committed suicide!
Maybe I ought belatedly to run for Prime Minister?
Oh, no, we’ve already got Herr Starmer.

As tired as I was, and I know I was tired.
Cause today had drained me.
But thanks to Carer Joe and his amazing help given to me today, I got more clearing up done than for years!
A big thank you is warranted!

I settled after washing the pots up and sat in the recliner from the c1966 second—or third-hand Charity shop bought £300, broken down, catheter tube crunching, dried blood covered, grotty, dirty, and creaking recliner. Expecting to nod off quickly.
But, no! So, I put the TV on. This usually works. 
But no! Then the doubts came over me again: Had I left any taps running? I’m so glad I checked. The taps were all off—but what a view from the kitchenette window! I hastened to fetch Kodak Tim Two from the other room and almost rushed back before the view changed. I loved this one. At last, a decent photo!
Bootiful!

I went back to the front room and somehow manipulated my tired limbs and aching body onto the hospital bed. It took a while to get it into the optimum position, but once I found it, glorious sleep came at last! It was a little broken but still far less than of late.

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I wish you each lots of luck!

Inchy: Tuesday, 8th April 2025

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Helpful Note: A shilling was 12d=1/ – now 5p

In my morning slumber, I started musing,
Back to the day when things were amusing,
1963, when sliced bread went up to a shilling,
The reaction of the shoppers were chilling,
They brought some; some they were stealing,
A near riot, on price-rise day proceedings,
Last week, the loaf cost me £1 – shocking!
This week, £1.49! Not reassuring!
Maybe I’ll take up shoplifting.

The monthly cost for gas & electricity…
I’m back talking again of 1963,
Cost 15/- the equivalent then to 75p,
Last month, my payment went up to £423!
Starmer’s stopped our winter fuel subsidy,
Not enough cash for price rises absorbability,
Proletariats, pensioners now in poverty,
Rates, rents, power, costs rising steeply,
Our NHS crumbles, pleasing the oligarchy.

Forcing some to turn to crime, effectively
Eat or heat, food banks, charities competing,
A diet of bread & water? It’s called Xerophagy,
At today’s price of bread & water, it’s alarming!
Families, children and the aged geriatrically,
Is Starmer not aware of the voters’ suffering?
Go shopping today, do it vigilantly,
They’ll be muggers, pickpockets lurking,
Nutters, looking to act adversarially.
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Hand Washing.
I’m fed up with this!

Ankles, lower legs much clearer today.

Afternoon kitchen shot.,
THe ankles started the electric shock going later.
Carer Ahram out some cream on and leg bandage,
I can take it off Wed’ when the nurse arrives.

Sorry, not much on today; it’s been a borrowing Tuesday. The prospects for Wed & Thursday are worse than today. I’m not sure of the days, but between Wed & Thursday:
Nurse Caroline ♥ Is calling to do another upgraded Dementia Test.
A DVT Nurse ♥ is calling for extra blood for further tests. The Warfarin INR is dangerously low at 1.6.
The district nurse ♥ is calling to check on my leg lesions and the acne-eczema.
The Urology Nurse ♥ is due to visit to alternate the catheter bag.
I’ve got two deliveries expected between noon and 22:00 hours. Medical & food.
Carer ‘Joe’ is doing the laundry. After that, I have to get the two airers out to dry the washing.

It is late Wednesday morning now.
I’m not looking forward to today.

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Inchy: Saturday, 5th April 2025

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I had a vision, a flash-forwarded,
It left me feebleminded,
The future was highlighted…
I can’t say I was delighted,
Like when I was trothplighted,
I was tickled and enraptured,
A glimpse of the future I captured,
I saw it on the chessboard…
Then, in the clues of a crossword,
A black rook that waved its sword…
Lands attacked, the vision-clouded,
Those not killed hid or cowered,
The Black King felt empowered,
The landscape, already cratered…
Peace talks are being avoided…
Countries being taken and bisected,
Civilians, children, killed, mutilated,
The fear, the dying, unalleviated,
Families scattered & separated…
Water and power, both disconnected,
The Killing increased, transcended,
We’ll never see wars ended,
Pleas for peace go unrequited,
Those in need are just pitied,
Oligarchs increase profit illicitly,
Supplying arms to each party…
I am sick of this violence, sadly,
I hate the warmongers’ peccability,
East & West spout paradoxicality,
It needs one leader with precocity,
Before we all die prematurely,
Did the Bible-writers, they were many,
Suffer from psychomancy?
Our chances of survival are dicey!
Will Jesus return to set us free?
If so, he’ll need to show I.D.
Or he’ll get deported, surely?
Creating humankind was to me…
The creators Whoopsiedangleplopski!
Hope I’ve not wrote owt incriminatory!
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I moved into the circa 1966, £300 Oxfam charity shop-bought, wincingly grotty, beige-coloured, crumb-covered from my nocturnal nibblings, itch-making, uncomfortable, positively unhealthy, and dangerous, no longer operational, virus-breeding, easy-to-fall-out-of, catheter-tube-trapping, leg bandages loosening, recliner last night.
Well, at about 03:00hrs this morning.
I’d been getting myself in a proper pickle, making the photos safe for publishing. I got one on, and that was a terrible one.
I got the above graphics to go on. It took me hours. It just won’t take them at all now. A Monster Depression dawned, and I’m at my lowest point in memory. But things got worse…
I gave up and closed the computer.

I snapped the morning view I can’t use and put the kettle on to brew tea. The food was due to arrive, so I took all the bags, including the ones currently stacked near the door, to the waste chute. No problems, although started her tour of my torso routine. Not long after returning to the flat, and as I was cleaning the mug… The Carer arrived, and the second he came in, I sank into a state of… I don’t know what to call it; I started sneezing and coughing, neck and back pains came on, and a brand-new form  kept coming and throwing all out of sync. I coughed a little blood at one time into the tissue. I think that was from gums or teeth, though. The young Carer was concerned, but he carried on, and I told him I was not up to tackling the catheter day pouch change at the moment, which I really wasn’t. Carer Ahram put my diabetic socks on and checked to ensure I had the panic alarm on my wrist. Talk about being foggy-brained, yet I recalled all this on the notepad!

A few hours later, he returned for the second call and volunteered to change the catheter day pouch. He did a decent job of it, too. By the time the lad left, my chesty coughing had eased and lessened, and the neck pain had eased, and Akram checked the taps as he departed.  
ARRGH!
I left the hot tap running, so that kyboshed my idea of doing the ablutions until tonight, when the night heater starts working.

Then I became seriously depressed, deeply. I felt I could not cope and wasn’t too bothered about carrying on. I openly beg someone to help me with the computer again.
The trouble is that I can no longer understand written instructions and don’t know any computer jargon, and I’m getting increasingly confused. 
Particularly with my stupidly leaving the hot water tap on again. I think I’m doing this more often than last week. The nurse may have come while I was out at the Audio Clinic, and I missed her. On the other hand, there are 2/1 odds that I will put the appointment down for the wrong day and/or week, and she might be calling next week. Then again, there’s a possibility that I dreamed of getting the telephone call saying she was visiting me to carry out another dementia test. What do I know!

I thought I’d added a photo to the file, and my spirits uplifted, I tried again with the other images.
Then I realised—I think this photo was from yesterday—that the thought of a photoless blog brought back the temporarily departed depression.

I decided to have an early meal, so half-heartedly. I realised it was already 17:00 hrs. I know I’ve spent hours and hours failing to get the photos to save.
Maybe the seizures did affect me differently and were from the ?

Not feeling right at all. This feels like something different to the usual collection of ailments.

I tried to stay awake to watch the football highlights of the day. I failed!

Another broken night’s sleep, but it was much longer. I must have had 5 hours of sleep!

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Beware of Oligarchs!
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