Feeling out of it – Inchie Today

Inconsequential Inchy: Sunday 21st July 2024

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No Accifauxpas. No shaving cuts (No shave)
There was just one partial tumble. I did not suffer any injuries or harm, apart from a smidgeon of backache from when I landed. There were no nurses or regular Caregivers. Up until 16:30 hrs, there were no ‘s from either ankle. Then they kicked off big-time but have just ceased to bother me now. The eyes faded a little later than usual, but they are even worse now as I type this. Another late start on the day’s blog.
The main problems have been the ankle ulcer and repeated periods of being Out-Of-It, Cogniscent Impairment and Mind Blanks or Non-Epilectic Seizures. I had one when Carer Israel came, but he was aware of my problems and handled it politely. Another Carer called, and I was deep out of it. I think he called 111 about the leg ulcer for me. But I’m hoping he will call again later so that I can find out what, if anything, was arranged and if I am to do anything? I just can’t gain any memory with any clarity over the visit. He was caring, I reckon. But I cannot remember him leaving either. Oh, dearie me! Alu was here such a long time too, trying to get me sorted out.
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Not a good start.
But then, whenever is it?

Bags sorted out.

Blogging for several hours, and Carer Israel arrived, on his way home, last call. Did a good job with the diabetic socks, and put some cream on my ankle first. Treated him.

Pressed on with the blogging. Taking the above photos of the view in-between moments of with-it and Out-of-it.

I lost several hours when Carer Ayu came. I was just not with it, and I am still unsure if I have to do anything about the ankles he phoned up about. He creamed the ankles again and gave Back-Pain-Brenda a dose of Phorpain killer salve.

I espied the laundry that Carer Chris returned for me last night.
Got dressing gowns and nightshirts hung up.

Even more rubbish was cleaned up. My mind was getting me to do the blog, but Doreen Dementure rather wanted me to start other jobs and forget about them, and others started.

Afternoon clouds as the sun disappeared, although it did fight its way through again later.

I came across an SD card in the drawer and looked at what was on it. I found three very sad photos and felt so sorry I’d looked at them now.
My old neighbour Josie ♥, as I took her her Sunday lunch.
Some drinkies and nibbles. I used to look forward to doing this every Sunday for her. Sadly, Josie took a tumble and broke her hip. I wanted to find out which home she’d be taken to so I could somehow visit her once a week. ♥ But it’s a secret, and I am not allowed to visit her. Why, no one knows.

Sister Jane’s Mr Fooey! ♥.
I think he was 17 when he passed away. I cried as I recall.
He was nearly blind and deaf, had liver problems and yet he was the gentlest cat I’ve known. ♥
This is mugging’s me. But why was I so sad to see this selfie I took by accident in the lift? I used to go out with the trolley, walk over the road, up through my beloved tree copse, down to Mansfield, and into Sherwood to get my shopping. Then, back down to Winchester Street Hill, ascend back to the flats, and get into the lift. I look fresh in this photo, too. It was never a problem to get out. Now, I even need help getting dressed, but mind you, I don’t often get it, even when I’m going to the hospital. I started to mope a little. Carer Aju arrived to cheer me up a smidgeon. But as I got some Lamburgers cooking, my spirits and memories of these three photos got to me.
This suddenly reminded me that I had not had a wash and shave today, but I didn’t seem bothered now. It’s a risky thing to do with the eyes so bad. So, I closed down the computer and made a nosh of sorts: a burger on rolls and tomatoes.
Accompanied by the pathetic blues.

I think I’ve used this one before. Sorry!

Back in the morning folks, I hope.
What a rotten-in-and-out-it day.

I’m back…

My meal feast

Carer Richard arrived. Late call. He took off the diabetic socks. Painkiller given me. He was here a while, I think. But I was in an Out-of-It condition. I think I got into the hospital bed before he left… Confusion Conrad again.

I’m sure I was in bed and suddenly got up to wash the meal-making and eating items. I think this photo was found on the camera in the morning, with blotches included.

Could I get to sleep? No, not for ages!
I had no defence against the haunting onrush of. I played about with the hospital bed’s controls and eventually found a more comfy position. But it didn’t help. Steve instilled hatred, self-lambasting, and feeling sorry for myself. It took me hours before I eventually nodded off.
Humph!

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TTFNski, each!

Impugned Inchy: Tues 11 June 2024 – Most seizures ever today!

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A physically better day! (I can’t say that very often)
However, this improvement was countered by a lack of concentration, more seizures than ever before in any one day, and memory blanks. (Although telling the difference between the two can be a bit hit and miss) A total lack of any reminder notes on the pad. Did I make and lose them, or did I not bother to make them or lose them?
The memory from the morning’s affairs is more robust than anything after noon. It is very vague, but of course, that is when the seizures began. Having so many, I did notice that after each one, I felt so tired, but this did not last long. Anyway, I always feel fatigued in the afternoon nowadays. It’s all a part of growing old, but I’m not complaining about what’s happening to me. It’s all a part of life and death. Some poor devils don’t get the chance to live very long. Murdered, cancer, malnutrition, at war through no fault of their own… etc.
I hope Parbreak Putin reads this!
I didn’t start this blog until morning, although I did some graphics and prepping. Thankfully. Tsk!
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I was so tired when I woke up. But it had been a horrible night of ever-bursting-awakes. But I soon got back into the land of nod. Not for long, mind you.
I detached the nocturnal catheter pouch and took this photo through the balcony doors as I opened the curtains. Why does it please me to look at the clouds? I have no idea.
I got on the computer.
I struggled to get the photos onto CorelDraw and got myself in a muddle (fancy that!) I was getting a little wound up with my inabilities. It took me hours to get a few photos on and edited. At times, the computer did not recognise the SD input. My language was somewhat fluid for an hour of three until after I checked and pressed in all the USB connections at the back of the computer, and it started to respond. Minutes later, I was summoned by the indicative grumblings, then grumblings from the innards, to go to the . As usual for the last two weeks, Trotsky Terence was in control again.

arrived. He put the diabetic socks on my legs and issued the medications. I’m glad to say that the prescriptions have, albeit belatedly, arrived. Chris was departing with his lamb patties, nibbles, and a drink. Hehehe! The J.Sainsbury’s delivery arrived.
He earned his treats by helping me get the food into bags and the kitchen. What a feast of food! Lacto-free milk, Leicester cheese, sauces, tomatoes, lemon desserts, and more. Christopher, of course, saw the things for treating Carers and Nurses, the pot noodles, biscuits, and cream cakes. (He took one for the carers ‘ restroom, Hehe!)
I put the things away in cupboards, drawers, shelves, the fridge, the freezer, the junk room, etc. Hahaha!

She came for the midday session. She was in a rush, so she explained that she would not be doing the financial help this week and thought they might send someone else, but wasn’t sure.

Not that they can deal with the bank. Not that it’ll matter if they don’t send nobody, will it.

Getting the food into the fridge was no problem this week.
The photo of the freezer contents shows it is overfilled a little.
The orange packet in the bottom drawer—no, middle drawer—is the giant pack of McCain Naked Chips. I’m using them up; I’ve had them for two days now. But they’re not very pleasant for my taste buds.
They were absolutely tasteless! They’d be inedible without the load of vinegar I put on them. They were barely that, even with the vinegar. Sound tasty chip (Fries) lovers beware! In fact, I think I’ll throw them away! (Done!)

I ordered the Low Price (Cheapo short dated) Foods.

I enjoyed (Not really!) the first seizure of the day.
At least an hour. I was just sitting at the computer, and nothing was happening. The computer had gone into a sleep mode of its own accord. A Caregiver arrived, which brought me back to reality, and that’s as much as I can remember.
I can’t recall sending the order, but when I restarted the computer, I found it had been sent. No recollection of taking this photo above, either.

I straightened the bedding on the bed. (Well, that’s where it is, Haha!) And took some waste bags to the doorway.

I sat on the bed, intending to try and get it back into a sleepable, comfortable position after the nurse had changed everything on Monday to make it easier for her to insert the catheter tubing. I’d got the control thingamabob from the fall bar and went off into yet another sleep, or . I can’t be sure for how long this lasted. I was in what I thought was the exact position with the controller in my hand. No, with the controller on the floor, my hand was still on the folds of stomach fat.

I abandoned the plan to change the bed position as I had to revisit the Porcelain Throne. There had been a bit of bleeding from Inchies Fungal Lesion, which needed cleaning and ointmentating with the
Daktacort ointment medication. Then, the almost excellent seizure of the day. I think I recall sitting on the WC, having the picker-upperer and fresh Tena PPs to hand, intending to get them over and above my feet…
, coming round and back to the misery of life and wakefulness, with the PPs on one foot, the right one, always the easiest to start with, due to being more painful lately, especially when bending or lifting the leg. How did I get the PPs over the feet and both legs without memory of doing so? It was a long out-of-it period cause Carer Chris arrived; I think it was him, anyway.

arrived. I can recall this. Because Kara said she was not doing the finance checks and balances this week (tomorrow). She was unsure if anyone else was to do it in her place. (No one came). So, the Electricity meter problem is still in abeyance. The Norton problem remains untackled. And the mystery emails await help. However, although she was rushing, she found time to complete the short survey on the revised Menu Of Involvement. She’s so good at it, and quick, she answered all the questions and sent it off. I’ve not got the slightest idea of the questions asked or the answers selected. Her fingers moved like lighting. She picked and filled in every option. With my eyesight, I couldn’t keep up. Hahaha!
Thanks, Kara.

I returned to the computer no sooner, yet another blank hit me. (Thankfully, the last one of the day!) I bounced back, no indication of how long it lasted, but I sensed it had been a mini-effort. No idea why, though).

I began to feel a smidge perkier when I was making the meal. It possibly has something to do with me being an overweight gannet. Hehe!
Although I gave this a 6.2/10, most of it went to the vegetarian sausages and garden peas. The McCain Naked Chips were the worst frozen ones I’ve ever tasted. I say tasted, but taste is the one thing they lacked! Eurgh!

I found them…
But not in 12 seconds, Tsk!

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Go Forth & Have Fun!

Not Putin or Parole Board Murderers, of course!

Inactivity Inchy: Thursday 16th May 2024

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A comforting thought, with me awaiting a 2nd Cataract and a Glaucoma operation. Cartilage procedures on both knees. DVT operations and a possible, I hope, permanent Catheter being fitted. Still, I may be arguing with St Peter before they get around to doing me. Hehe!

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A baffling wave of mysterious (to me) messages since the update came in. CorelDraws unfathomable changes made in the new CorelDraw 2024. Peripheral Pete’s Neurotransmitters made it beyond my limitations to use the colour swatches, so I had a mammoth job having to make them larger, and now I have a much smaller working area for creating things. No choice, though, had to be done, or I’d have had to stop doing my blog. The grip on the mouse is precarious and oh, so shaky. The PN’s lack of sensation when typing, is really hauling me!
You wouldn’t believe how frustrating this all is. However, that’s how it is. Nothing can be done about Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters dying. It can only get worse. I’ll keep going to satisfy my swarm of followers as long as I can, but the content is taking me so long that I’m not getting anything else done. I hope they both understand. Hehe!
Norton is confused about my losing the password. Amazon’s delivery of a cheap camera was delayed. Until then, I’ll use the Kodak Tim Camera with its blotches.
Cartilages Chloe and Carole have given way today. I only went down once, though. Chloe gave way as I was getting fresh PPs on in the wet room. Naturally, I fell on Chloe’s knee, which didn’t help much. I also hit my nose on the grab bar on the way down. Just an ordinary day, really.
Carer’s Christopher, Kara and Kimberley attended.
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Way too dark!

Murky morning view.

The first picture came out wrong?

Same view later on, misty still.
A two-tea-bag brew of Glengettie.
Accidentally!

JS order.

Some good grub here!
Fridge full!

I spent so much time getting confused by WordPress and CorelDraw changes, but I did take some photos of the now persistent rain falling, throughout the day.
Took a Kodak Tim to snap through the window, on the balcony, of course, of the end car park and the mudslide.
Several shots from the kitchen window and the balcony through the afternoon.
I had to keep taking breaks from blogging as the problems were getting to me. I hate it when I can’t type or manipulate the mouse well, but as the nurse said to me, I will have to get used to it now.
The rain just kept coming. Not too heavily, but I did note that a resident and ambulance transport crew got wet as they returned from the hospital, poor things.

Have I made a cock-up, and put the same picture as the top one of the car park on here for you again? Sorry! Ah, no. I see now an extra car, and the mudslide seems a little more widespread. I wonder if, eventually, all that sinking rainwater going underground may loosen the flats’ foundations.

I found them, but it took a little longer.
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TTFN.

Imparities Inchy: Monday 13th May 2024

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Jolly Good Day to you all!
My concentration has been abysmal today. CorelDraw 2024
showed up with so many glitches and foibles. I got the start photos (above) onto the blog and collated the rest of them, which I will sort out this morning. Unfortunately, the SD card informed me that the card was almost full. So I deleted all of the photos, bar two, to free room. Got them imported into CorelDraw read for Tuesday morning.
It is now Tuesday morning when I am writing this. I booted up Corel Draw to find that all the photographs I’d uploaded were no longer there. I could not get them from the SD card because I stupidly deleted them! I only have two photos of the all-day sky and indoor shots that I lost! All I can offer you photo-wise is a bag of urine and the meal at the end of the day. Not a lot of people can say that! Hehehe!

If I remember, I’ll add some used-before graphics to fill in the blog a bit. To make things even worse, I could not find the notepad with the reminder scribbling on it! I’ve searched through the bins, drawers, pockets, and cupboards without any success. The frustration and even disbelief that I could do what I did with the photographs led to an instant deep depression and self-loathing. I am not popular with myself!

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Photo One that survived the CorelDraw Attack (Crash)
Not a lot of content in this.
And if I see correctly, is there a smidgeon of blood in it?
Photo One that survived the CorelDraw Attack (Crash)
Another decent meal was prepared and served up. That’s the lot left from the CorelDraw’s murdering of my photo gallery.

A Selection of pre-used graphics
From Inchy’s ailing, overfull external storage drive.

Oh, the differences…
I found them all within 10 seconds! .

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Have a great day, Cheers!

Inchy: Sunday 4th February 2024

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Today was going well. (A lie! I thought it was going well)
But I lost five hours of it altogether. I sat there on the computer chair. I smelt something burning; obviously, a cooking flavour lingered from the kitchen. I’d even taken photos of preparing the meal, but at that time, I had no recollections. I salvaged the burnt food, added it to a can of beans with chunky veg sauce, and turned off the heat. This is being written after this action. I must speak with the quack on Wednesday… please that I remember to!

05:45hrs: The colour of the contents of the nocturnal pouch was worryingly dark again.

Another thing that bothered me was the state of the legs when the Carer removed the diabetic socks to change them and put on the ankle & leg strappings.

Messy!

Morning view of the blue hue sky.

The one permitted mug of tea was brewed.

Got around to updating yesterday’s blog.

I had to empty the fast-flowing day pouch.
It seemed to be getting darker again? Oh, heck!

The Mammoth Mind Blank took place.

A carer must have called cause she or he signed the book. Something else to fret over. Yet, I wasn’t getting down about these things. Strangely?

Unbelievable!

Somehow, the urine looked to have got a lot lighter?

When I emptied the day pouch… Hey Presto! It poured out a deep, deep brown! How come?

I do remember taking this shot above.
The clouds looked like foam packaging.

I set about correcting the mistakes I’d made earlier in this blog. Took me ages. I found some snaps of me preparing the food that I cannot honestly say I remember doing… or can I, now? This is bonkers!
Apparently, the meat is going into the oven.

I took this shot down from the kitchen window.

Ten minutes after taking the first one…
The darkness was falling…

arrived and was good enough to hear me moaning about things for a minute or two.

Time to get the meal heated and then eaten up!

I put the meat into the saucepan and oven tray to soak in the bowl, and I got the quiz result on here.

Vegetable stew with gammon.
Very nice!

Went to wash up, and the horizon deserved preserving photographically, I thought.

ALL THE BEST

Have a great day, you really ought,
To avoid you becoming a worry-wort…
May your anxieties add up to nought!
May your demons be easy to thwart!
With great joy to share & flaunt.

Inchy: Sat 6 Jan 24 – Down in the dumps, High in the clouds, but generally Disconsolate

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Not much passed overnight.

First things: Escaped the £300, second-hand, c1968, cringingly-beige-coloured, not-working, rickety recliner. Balance exercises, then…

This sad photo was taken from the kitchenette window. Supposedly, a close-up of Cavendish Avenue.
Then, I tried to get a decent view of the horizon

Consistent!

Had a mug of J.S. red label Ex-Strong tea

arrived. No socks or strappings were needed, as I intended to get a shower later.
But this didn’t happen. Humph!
I asked the lad if he could help me with assembling of the table. Negative response. But I still gave him his treats, as usual. Bless him!

Bit of a change here…

Catching up with the blog for Friday. For about three hours of error-ridden writing.

Visit four: Another variation on an old theme.

Another attempt at a decent photo as it got lighter.

I nearly got caught out when the day punch suddenly filled up again. A little dark, still, too.

Hours later, I nipped out on the balcony to view the end car par mudslide. Shrinking back again. It might be gone soon if we do not get any more rain, perhaps?

Called. We had a little natter and treat sharing. No painkillers are needed.

Then, I decided to make an early meal.
Surimi sticks, tomatoes, beetroot, chips, cobs, with a side of Chop sauce. Not bad at all.

Slurped!
Ice cream followed.

I was drained, and I put the computer in ‘sleep mode’ and fell blissfully asleep… for five minutes or so.
Tormenting, teasing dreams that even I could barely understand flowed for a couple of hours or more. Constantly bursting awake… Yet seemed to go back to sleep immediately? It was as if I wanted, needed, I had to, involuntarily, get back to the nightmares. Oddest few hours mentally than I’ve had for weeks! I’m certain that I was talking to myself all the way through!
The need for yet another visit to the Throne was welcomed. Bad as it was, it broke my determination to try to get back to the mental turmoil of sleep.
How messy… but welcome?

Late sunset photos were taken.
Lovely shade on view.
Tried a little closer.
Then, to the left slightly.

Carer arrived; I was out of reality; I could not even remember who called. I found a set of Health Check figures in the morning, so I must have taken his B.P. I think it may have been Victor or Israel?
I’ll publish the latest in the morning.

Hunger Again – I’m eating far too much lately!
Frustration? – Depression? – FND?
Naughty!

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?
I wonder if I could manage a Segway?
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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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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: Sunday 24th December 2023

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IN ODE
I’m no longer educatable!
Incapable of anything analytical,
Even owt logical or rational,.
Or mentally conceptual…
Reality seems more notional?
My brain’s going into neutral…
Not identifying needs so crucial or integral,
Simple daily tasks, normally classed as menial…
Making a brew and falling over was stressful,
Even my cookies, I thought, were untasteful,
At one stage, my odeing was unpoetical,
I was sinking into being pathetical,
Had a problem that was urinogenital…
That corrected itself unexpectedly, but wonderful!
I’m feeling better; a smile brewing was detectable!…
No cause nor reason to my being suddenly zestful…
But I lost the day, through feeling mournful,
A massive Memory Blank made me uncomfortable,
I’m back, belatedly, things seeming extirpable…
Don’t know what brought on this antidotal,
I’m content again, accepting being docile,
Now aware I’m incognisable and coercible,
Being free of the mind-devil’s grip is incredible!
But the memory of this torture is indelible…
Hours lost, but they now seem ephemeral…
Always the chance of another mental embrangle,
I tried to scribe this ode aesthetical…
Whatever caused my blanks is a mystery,
As I type this, I feel some affability…
I’m returning to acting precociously,
You may find some inorthography…
So this late started diary…
Of detail, there’ll be a scarcity…
My brain & body are still not agathokakological!

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Not much nocturnal drainage?

Another poor morning shot…
Oh, dear, another one!

Not much rain today.

And an instant, as usual, unexpected, another caught me out as I went into the kitchenette. The stack of medical drawers was knocked over with some aplomb…
Everything got mixed up, and I had a devil job sorting out what should go back into which drawer! All the bending down and getting back up certainly remained in the memory box. I had to take some Codeines afterwards.
But I did find an in-date loaded hypo of Enoxaparin. Good!
Then, I spontaneously decided to check through the nurses’ and carers’ medications.
Imbecilically, I then checked under the table and the spare room…
I got myself confused somewhat.
And abandoned my medicational investigations.

THEN THE BIG MEMORY BLANK TIME!
Erm, err…

Found myself taking some evening shots from the open kitchenette window.
Best sunset for a good while tonight.

FOOD!
Baked curried beans and soy mini sausages (all gone now, sadly). Tomato passata added, with the regulation Milk Roll sliced bread. I think I enjoyed it... well, it looked decent enough in this photo.
Because another mini visit, stifled my recalling from her on, until the last caller visited and woke me up. No idea who it was. It was morning before the grey-cells pretended to be working again. I think my perceptiveness today must have been on holiday or AWOL.

Have a great break…
Those of you who can!