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A new invention, a creation of Inchies’ first ever attempt at launching his mind-boggling ‘Off-Track-Semi-Ode-Ode’.
A Pioneering, but rudimentary, bound-to-fail jobbie. The idiot came out from a nocturnal seizure last night, with the idea of mixing an Ode, with his usual losing track of the theme, putting a load of waffle in between his lines of terrible rhyming and plot.
He anticipates this will turn out as a labyrinth of unsophisticated, hard-to-interpret, hogwash and buncome. Added legitimised, characterise notorisations & apologises between verses, in an effort to further syllogise and maybe psychologise the end product. He realises this is doomed to failure; he knew it in the early hours of this morning, even when he was recovering from the seizure at 02:10hrs, as he came back to mock life. Decided the whole concept was rubbish. Then, at 15:30hrs, Premorbid Cognitive Impairment Iris rebirthed the idea in his cerebrum. Now the silly old sausage (not hostage) is going to give it a go. I warned him, but he never listens to me.
Another tooth was broken today; it’s his own fault for eating nuts!
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The flat in which I live reminds me of San Quentin,
The bare balcony, partly hidden by a thin, tattered curtain,
The windows are filthy, the window cleaners have absconded,
My cleaning them had to be abandoned…
My fitness and alertness, that once abounded…
Mental & physical problems are constantly added.
It’s being contained within the flat that gets to me. Not able to meander over to the tree cops for a chat with the animals and trees. No visiting the ponds to feed and natter with the ducks and pigeons. These pleasures have gone, along with the abilities to get to them. I had to go down to the ground floor lobby three times this week – What a pleasure! Although the ailments didn’t agree, namely, Arthur Itis, Cartilage Chloe, and Anne Gyna, during the Wednesday farce with the laundry not getting dried, you can add Duodenal Donald. It took me five hours to get the laundry done, and that was after the Carer had gone. From the moment I got in the lift. Having already paid for the laundry to be done. Donald played me up for two more days. Of course, had this happened a few years ago, when the NHS prescribed Aludrox SA medication, it would not have been a problem. This ulcer medication was A1, great, so effective. But HMG is cutting costs, and the result? I get prescribed an over-the-counter Peptac medication, which adds to the long list and line of reasons for Dark, Dank, Depression Darius having such a heyday nowadays.
Bohemianism, with its unconformity, unorthodoxy…
Which bodes unfamiliarity, out & out novelty,
Dictatorship, Communist, or Starmers Oligarchy?
None of these is working as far as I can see,
Not one of them is interested in antipoverty…
Herr Starmer’s HMG acting openly asininely,
Plainly ruling corruptly, unethically, & fraudulently,
Achieving nothing but Keir’s soundbites aplenty,
I’d be content if the git died next Wednesday,
I wasn’t too keen on Blair’s lies, but they weren’t openly recognisable at first. Starmer burst on the scene, freebie & backhander seeking. Grumpy Brown, the do-nothing leader. I didn’t like that bleeder. Starmer led Labour to a landslide victory at the 2024 general election, ending fourteen years of Conservative government with the SMALLEST vote share of any majority government since record-keeping began in 1830.
But does this sink into the over-confident, smug, incapable, lying, two-faced Labour Party Principles ignoring Starmer?
No, of course it doesn’t. I can’t understand why he has not been assassinated yet. I can dream… then again, who is going to get in power; if I’m lucky and he resigns, gets thrown out by his own cabinet, commits suicide or gets his head blown off; the last option would be best. Cause he’s so conceited, and a bloody good barrister, his lying style proved this; He’d probably sue them.
Well, Ajaz has just finished his teatime call,
I need more help, and that’s apodictical,
Apprehensible, perceptible, clearly palpable,
But will I get any? Will I be able?
Sod it, I’ve just banged Cartilage Chloe on the table!
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I spent so long on the Ode, I’ll have to cut this short.
Up at 05:00hrs. Urine pouch is a decent 4 on the scale card. Made a mug of Detox tea, the cheap kind that requires cold water, so it can only taste better if it’s over-steeped.And I left for 35 minutes. Then off to the wet room to get the 
tended to. Got myself seated on the plastic WC, and instantly Trotsky Terence released not any torpedoes like Constipation Konrad would, but his usual sticky but soft spatterings all over the porcelain. I didn’t have any deposits on my body this time.
Rushed through doing the teeth, shaving (3 cuts), body washing, and all the usual medications went reasonably well. Just Cartilage Chloe was any bother.
I pondered whether the bed needed tidying up.
It didn’t. I collected my dressing gown and went to get the Detox tea to sip. I spent about ten minutes tidying up in the kitchen.
Then I limped through the doors and onto the balcony to take some morning shots. Starting with directly below and to my left. I took these through
the glass, the dirty glass, which wasn’t a good idea on reflection.
Then, I had to pop back to 
the 
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Same mode as the first one. But this was half expected, given all the pickles and vegetables in last night’s stew. However, there was just one more visit to come today, about 18:00hrs, same again.
I then finished the tea that I’d forgotten about. I think I may be a bit of a twit in believing this might help me lose weight. But you never know! Well…
I belatedly changed the battery clock and calendar, and made a mug of proper tea. I used two of the Tetley Extra Strong one-cup ones.
I got the Health Checks started. The BP was slightly elevated on both checks today. But the blood & urine were fine.
Carer Ejaz arrived and did a good job this morning. I explained to him the importance of the new socks not getting screwed up when put in the washing machine, and showed him the L & R to identify which foot each should go on. Also, could he please check after drying, so that the L & R will be visible? The nurse said that after she called, it is crucial to get them right, as they are weighted in the correct places. If I get them on the wrong foot, the rough 
skin will get pulled in the wrong direction and can come off, causing worse leakages.
I had some problems with CorelDraw again.
The nurse called. I do like her. She explains things so well to me, as with the socks earlier. She checked my rear end and advised me to continue applying the barrier cream, even if it doesn’t feel sore. So. I will. I try to grasp all she tells me. Bless her. 🤎
I mentioned the diaper pants costing more now, and she was amazed that they didn’t supply them for free! She will look into it to see if she can get them on prescription for me. 🤎
When she asked if I had a sugar level tester, I mistakenly thought she meant the machine I have that takes readings from the finger. She is going to ask if she can order some of the needles and the kit 
for me. 🤎 She took a look at the legs and removed the plasters, telling me they are clear now. 🤎
She said she will ask about the diabetic socks and will come later in the week to measure my legs, so they know which size to order for me.🤎 What a treasure!
Carer Nimra did the noon call. Well, it seems to be 17:30hrs now. Not that it matters. We had a laugh over my new glass frames, and she was off. (Short call this one). I’ll ask a Carer to take a snap of them for me, then you can have a laugh as well. Hehehe!
I had a series of three 
in half an hour. Each one seemed to have shorter recovery times. I can’t weigh this up. Why?
Got the potatoes in the oven.
Baked cheesy potatoes, with Marmite.
Copericus sausage and red, orange and brown Isle of Man-grown tomatoes. Lovely!
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MAY YOUR DREAMS BE SWEET
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Who was it that said, hopes immortal?
Later, a few minutes later, Carer Ejaz arrived. Graded the pouch as a 4 on the NHS scale. Issued the medications and 
antisepticated the rough skin on my lymph nodes on my legs. Got the diabetic socks on. Thanked him & wished him well, and off he shot. Whooosh! No problem with that, he had to dash to catch a rare Sunday bus, bless him.
I made a mug of Detox tea. The expensive one that uses boiling water to steep it in. Fifteen minutes later, I removed the bag, and as it says on the bag, “Do not gulp this tea, sip it.” So, I did.
short seizure after effects are more substantial than the long ones, but this one was a good recovery. I went into the kitchen, cause I remembered what I was doing, and the water in the bowl was stone cold. Then, it dawned on me that I must have been out of it for a long time, without realising it.
Nothing in the lobby.
Thursday pandemonium; it felt warm, so I assume it’s been mended again. Fifteen minutes later, a driver arrived at the front lobby door. He had the socls along with a few items for other flats. He came up in the lift with me, and I returned to my call. No, flat!
I opened the box of socks. Realising they have an L & R sewn into each pair.
OH, DEAR!
What a concoction I had tonight!
Propylene Glycol Alginate), Antioxidants (Ascorbic Acid, Rosemary Extract), Colour (Paprika Extract), Dextrose), Made in the UK.
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……….., erm, how can I explain? If I am able…
A quickie today. I got carried away with the day’s Ode.
Better colour today.
Popped out on the balcony later. Took these snaps.
I took the first of my Detox tea bags this morning. The cheaper ones. They had to be made using cold water. And left for 30 minutes. So I did. 
Aorted the waste bags out, and paid a messy, slimy, runny Trotsky Terence visit to the Porcelain Throne.
This one is made with boiling water, I needed to steep it for 15-20minutes. It said I could add honey or lemon juice to flavour the drink. So, I did. Lemon
I was baffled. Then I realised I might have hit the wrong key combination, which possibly caused this dilemma. The self-hating turned itself on. I waited and waited, but after half an hour, the completion rate had only gone up to 76%. 
Deepened. Terrible 
After losing more hours, I had no choice but to risk turning it off at the plug. I was more scared of making a wrong selection amongst the strange options that were on the screen.
Two editions of Red Dwarf were just starting on TV. I was so pleased, and got myself into a comfortable position as is possible in the incommodious, uncomfortable, cumbrous, toe-curling, cringe-making, second or third-hand bought from the Oxfam Charity shop, Cathleen-Catheter-Tube-Crushing, hurtful for Harold’s Haemorrhoids, germ-ridden, Horrendously grungy, uncomfortable, not-working recliner… and fell into a deep yet dream-filled sleep. When I stirred, the light from the TV enhanced the shock of doing so, I believed it must be getting up time already… But, No! Red Dwarf began at 21:00h
As I was trying to get back into the land of Morphius, who came calling on me? 
! I got the Toothache tincture spray and used it. Tiffany was getting naughty with it, and I took a Codeine 30g as well..
I decided to mount the oooospital bed. Climbing into it, while crossing my fingers that nobody telephoned me, took a concerted effort. Why? Cartilage Chloe! The moment I got up to get the tincture to counter Toothache Tiffany, Chloe kicked off distributing her aches and pains, and she’s still at it now – I likely twisted her into action, climbing into the bed. Sunday 
morning 08:50hrs! Then, by the time I actually got into bed, the task of getting that into a comfortable position was somewhat challenging. Why? Well, it’s complicated, slightly similar to the Labour Government, but not as bad or crooked. I cannot reach the light switch from the bed, so I use a wind-up torch to see the controls on the bed movement panel. But I dropped it and it fell down the gap between the bed and the wall.
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en route. All but tripped over treading on 
the dropped control panel wire, and arrived at the wet room, only to trip over my walking stick! 
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Slept in this morning, didn’t wake until 06:10hrs. Then got the grade five night pouch detached… No, no, I fib. I woke up for the first time around 03:00ish, and seemingly every five minutes after that, but just fell asleep again each time. Reluctant to rise for some reason.
Meandered into the kitchenette to get the kettle on. Pottered about for a good while, then paid a hopeful visit to the Porcelain Throne. Another half hour wasted, all that urging, pushing, & forcing came to nothing.
The clouds were not colourful this morning. But by gum, they held a beauty that I could see. Likely thanks to 
I was struggling with my concentration suddenly, and 
I vaguely recall taking these shots from the balcony. The first one was taken, and then the second one some time later.
I think I was on WP typing in reply to Billum’s comment about the red car.
A break in the seizures was welcome. Things cleared up a lot, and I realised I’d let the catheter bag fill too much as I stood up. Oh, dearie me. The weight in the bag tugged on Little Inchys fungal Lesion. 
I ate all of it. (Gannet!)
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04:00hrs; I woke in need of the 
Removed and then emptied the nocturnal catheter pouch. Yellow binned it.
Tided up the catheter bag boxes underneath the Carer’s table. Then the windy rumble from my innards directed me to the 
wet room and the Porcelain Throne. It proved to be a 
Brown tomatoes. 
who kept visiting me this morning. And very welcome he was.
They pestered me when I started working on the blog. Naturally, Horis faded as 
To the left.
Straight ahead.
To the right.
Then I lost the plot. I sorted the old spectacles to see which ones could still be used and relabeled those that I could find a container for.
had no problem with this. But I did make a 
. I forgot to put new labels onto the glass boxes. Humph!
had two new leakages starting. The nurse applied two smaller, ready-filled plasters to tackle the problem.
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Two late shots
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Took another night snap.
A Copernicus Sausage was added to the cheesy half-potatoes, and two cheese-topped cobs were well Marmited, and eating began!
Thought I’d missed the sunsetting.
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Balcony right end of the woods, and the rain is pouring down. Taken through the window.
Same area, down to the car park.
Four hours later, Carer Ejaz took a snap of me on his mobile and emailed it to me. Thank you.
Gone dark again, still raining.
Still dark at 0800hrs.
The mist is coming down now. 17:00hrs.
Mind you, they are all individuals, and gorgeous.
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Woke at 04:30hrs: The feet needed a soak in soap and some Dettol. Carried out the early Health Checks. BP had gone down a lot.
I took a leisurely paced trip to the wet room to carry out the needs of my phooey body. The Porcelain Throne session produced no movement again. I’ll have some of the Pakistani vegetable curry later; the last time I had it, I ended up with four trips to the Porcelain Throne the following day.
From the balcony, I took shots of the views.
Then, the end of the car park was snapped. Usual parking from the little red car.
Down from the window.
Getting seated at the computer, I took this shot. It was my knees under the colourful thin Kaghoule that I’d decided to try.
Carer Ejaz arrived before I could try out the computer. He issued the medications and checked those delivered yesterday, or possibly Saturday. If not, Friday. He put on my diabetic socks
Another fail!
He was disgusted to see the leg, pouch straps, and sleeve covered in urine. I apologised as best I could; it’s not very pleasant for anyone to sort out. But he did, and readjusted things afterwards. Bless him. How the urine escaped was obvious; the release valve was in the open position. I’m struggling more than ever. Making mistakes, I’ve not done before, repeatedly.
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More computer problems, yet again,
0315hrs: A great start, despite the high SYS. Night pouch taken off
Ratio finished at the end of the long day, as shown here on the right. 
Got the Health Check gear ready.
Took two snaps of the extra blue sky.
Clock changed.
Kitchen View.
I waited for the processing to stop.
No idea why.
Then…
Put the computer back on, and apart from everything going stuttery and in slow motion, it did let me open the CorelDraw package. But the mousse would not work, and then it stopped letting me type anything. Next, it froze altogether.
I took a snap of the evening, showing what looked like a bit of the moon in the sky.
I was halfway through eating this when I realised I’d not pictured it. So, I did.
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I used to know what I needed, wanted to do,
10:10hrs Sunday: Forgive the smiling photo of Inchy welcoming you to the blog… I’m so happy at this moment, despite it being Sunday morning and a late start to this catching-up blog. I feel blessed. My best friend is back. 
The best gift I rarely have nowadays is here with me. No logical reasoning why; Nothing has changed from yesterday’s gloominess in any way. But I woke up with Horis, and he’s still with me. I just love the ‘Sod-’em-all’ attitude Horis brings me. I can’t get into this mode myself, but surely Horis is myself in a warped way, 
must have assisted me to get in this blissful, albeit liable to dissipate as unexpectedly as he arrived.
The computer went down. I’ll add this to Sunday’s blog if I ever get it started. Got to finish this one before it freezes on me again. Using snaps to save time, sorry for the lack of or poor details.
Health Checks were monitored by Carer Nimra.
Dry crinkly skin
Iceland
Food!
Amazing evening sky
Amazing evening meal!
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Five Porcelain Throne visits
bloody affairs. Teeth, gums, cuts on the neck, and after the Trotsky visit, the bum was bleeding a little too much. My right leg top had some extraordinary markings, spots, bruises, & DVT veins showing on it that I’d not noticed before. So much, I photographed it for posterity.
It had been such a fair morning up to now.
Bile threatened to come up from my innards. Self-lambasting, Self-hatred & I foolishly ground my teeth at my stupidity. I had to use the Toothache Spray and took an extra 30 mg of Codeine. 
Saturday morning, doing this catch-up, and was blessed by Satan again. I must have hit the wrong key combination, as I went into a mini-seizure. When I came out of it, the keyboard and mouse were not working at all. I went on CorelDraw to find the same, but I couldn’t get back to this because the computer froze. A blue screen then a black screen appeared, back to a blue screen, and as CorelDraw opened again, I had the mouse busy thingamajig on screen for around ten minutes. During that time, I was preparing for the worst and was on the verge of tears.
Trotsky Terene was in strict, complete control.
Back to Friday.
Only two carrier bags were filled. But I had ordered even more spring water to 
add to the stacks of it I already had in stock.
All my favourites were ordered. Do you see the size of Podwawelska sausages in packs of two? They dwarf the two 480g cans of Beef stew. This is the first time I’ve found & bought these. A bottle of Mushroom ketchup, and the teeth-testing but tasty Twiglets.
The Chemists 4U delivery has not arrived yet. But yesterday I got these on order from Asda. Pleaded to get some Odour Eaters.
Trotsky Terene was in strict, complete control.
Meal of the Day!
Distant.
Then a zoomed-in shot.