Fractured knee painful – Inchie Today

Inchie Today: Friday 28th November 2025

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Another day of gaffes, mishaps, & Accifauxpas. I suppose that these were the cause, reason, for the non-appearance of my beloved and much missed . And the, dragging-me-down surfeit of .
Assisted by Dastardly Dementia Doreen, letting me down so often, and causing irritations, frustrations, making the day seem to go as fast as a month would. One thing after another.
Only increased the mental mayhem.

05:10hrs: I jerked awake, I took the catheter bag off and, seeing the state of the day bag on the leg, made a mental note to ask a Carer why it had not been changed for three weeks; it should be, and was at one time, done weekly as the nurses instructed. This seems to have been forgotten about lately. My fault as much as the Carers’, I keep forgetting to ask them if they can do it. But with the times cut back, they would not get the other jobs done if they changed the bag as well. Frustrations of the day started here.

I hobbled into the kitchen to check on the taps, cupboards and fridge doors, nothing amiss. (Honestly)

I took a couple of snaps of the view on offer from the kitchen windows. As you see, they didn’t exactly come out very well. In fact, they were atrocious. Off to the wetroom to make an early start on the . These did not go very well this morning. Starting with the first job on the Porcelain Throne. Trotsky Terence burst forth a dollop of watery, smelly, yellowish mush! I cleaned up and went to get the toothpaste, toothbrush and mouthwash ready to use – I didn’t make it; I rushed back to the porcelain and only just in time, as another near liquid burst forth into the WC bowl. This time, I remained seated, and sure enough, two minutes later, a third evacuation of the same ilk squirted out. Cleaned up again and back to get the teeth-cleaning pot… dropped it on the floor as I felt the rear-end evacuation on its way… Again! Same routine, and back to the teeth cleaning. I was a little miffed with the diarhorrea back once more, and was a little overkeen with the toothbrush. The gums hurt, but they did not bleed too much. I was putting the stuff back in the pot, and after yet another sitting down, a messy session on the Porcelain Throne – Even I find this could not be happening! But, it was!
Started shaving. By the time I’d finished, I began to struggle to stop the three teeny-weeny cuts from bleeding. I had to put a plaster on my chin, but it stopped leaking later. As did the evacuations… eventually. Just as I was squeezing the Germaloid tube onto some gauze,
burst forth with a short, sharp, costly hand and finger shaking session. I couldn’t release my grip on the just-opened tube of Germalloid Ointment, and it shot out about 95% onto the floor and the wall. Poor old paid the price in pain.
Then, as I was getting the new protection pants on, I lost my balance, and with some quick but stupid reaction to avoid a tumble, I hastily plopped my overweight bum on the toilet seat – which worked. Realising as I gingerly got back up on my feet, I could feel the blood running down the back of my leg.
What a bleed it was from Harold’s Haemorrhoids!
I ripped off the pants at the tear-points, and got the blood cleaned up from the floor, my leg and foot.

Frustrations of the day continue…

Then had to battle against my nervousness to get another pair of PPs on!
I got the Health Checks done and recorded on the board, then made a brew of Typhoo Extra Strong tea. Updated the calendar.

I was washing the mug, and Carer Manprett arrived. She thought I’d just had a seizure, but didn’t say why she felt that. Gave me a body check. Barrier cream, Phorpain Gelled the lower back and both knees. Medications issued. And said she wanted to call me ‘Bapu’. That is “Dad” or “Grandad” in Pakistani-English; I looked it up later. Bless her. She also checked that the HC figures were written correctly – I’d made one cock-up with the temperature. Tsk!

Frustrations of the day continue…

I spent three hours on the replacement word listings! No blog work done at all yet. Humph!
Carer Mirza arrived. He took the replacement TV remote out of the bag, and as I was telling him not to press the red button, he did before I asked. Well, that seemed to be the end of any hope of getting Virgin TV back on. The lad did not have time to fuss with it. Mirza said for me to ask Ejaz on Wednesday. He had to rush off. Can’t be helped. But I got the feeling they had no time to do anything. And with the day catheter pouch not being replaced for weeks… a little disappointed, and shamefully sorry for missen!

Frustrations of the day continue…

I managed to finish yesterday’s blog and send it off. Decided to celebrate with another mug of tea.

Started again, the ndanged short-as-a-flash ones that leave me of sync & balance. Spent a lot more time recovering than having seizures.

Frustrations of the day continue…

When I did finally get to the kitchenette, I found I’d left the hot faucet running again! Kicked in, not had much bother from her for a week or so; still, she has as much right as any other ailment.

Noticing how heavy it was raining, after making the brew, I went out onto the balcony to take some shots through the glass… the rain was pouring in through the front windows. The wheeled walkers and two wheelchairs were soaked… I got a bit wet taking the photographs. (Haha!) I had to take off the dressing gown & kaghoule & put them on the airers to dry.
Back on the balcony to take some more photographs of the rain.
This one came out a little better than the others, so I tried to get some to the left side of the balcony.
Pointing down at the car park opposite Winwood Heights block of flats.
This one was taken straight ahead to the left of the balcony. Back on the computer, and I got a call on the landline phone, it was from the Doctor’s surgery. Informing me that the hospital had changed the Ramipril Capsules from 15g to 10g, I think he said. Two years ago, I was on 30g. They did the same with the Phorpain Gel: started at 30%, then 15%, and now 10%.

Along with saving the NHS money on them, as they did in cancelling my Glaucoma operation, and I’m now virtually blind in my left eye, not one of the five promised offers of help when I was in hospital has arrived. The neurologist who saw me about the seizures wanted a photo of me in one… it took two weeks, but much-missed Carer Nimra took a video, and Carer Ejaz helped sort out how to send it via email to the Doctor, who has not been in touch at all. Adding Herr Goldenballs Starmer’s robbing us pensioners of the winter fuel allowance, I reckon they’ve made a profit out of me, and pissed me off!

Frustrations of the day continue…

At long last, I got around to starting this blog. I was interrupted by the last visit of the day to the
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After the last evacuation of the day (this is a bit misleading, cause I was up until gome 03:00hrs doing this blog, and had to pay another early morning visit), I had to get the mop and bucket out to clean and freshen the floor of blood and a few splashes from Trotsky Terence’s activities. As I tugged at the mop, which had got caught in the wheel of the trolley, it shot up. I hit myself in the face with it!

Frustrations of the day continue…

The result was agony from .
I often write these quips about my luck, just for a bit of humour, tongue in cheek, getting into the proceedings.

The mysteries of Woodthorpe Court, with the hobgoblins, spectres, gnomai, phantasms, grotesque succubae, Whoopsiedangleplops, ailments, extraterrestrials, ectoplasms, spirits, Accifauxpas, rent increases, food price hikes, and the Fata Morganas, that have been sent to taunt, irritate and terminate my already limited saneness of mind? I’m thinking after this week’s, especially today’s cock-ups & go wrongs, they all might be true! Hehehe!

I started cooking the meal of the day. Oven chips, Polish kielbasa, and beetroot. I got the oven on and set the mobile phone alarm for 25 minutes, when the chips should be cooked. Then a fatal decision was taken… I thought I’d do a little word list updating.
An hour into it, and I smelt the burning chips! No idea why I didn’t hear the mobile alarm go off… (I likely set it wrong, it’s the first time I’ve tried to use it… and the last time, too!) I salvaged most of the chips, another bad decision that was… they were so hard I had to soak them with vinegar to eat them, and started the gums bleeding. I got them eaten, well, no, not all of them.
Suddenly, as I was standing up to take and wash the dishes…

Frustrations of the day continue…

Carer Dilan arrived. I mentioned that no one had been changing my day bag for three weeks, and he laughed. I don’t think he was being rude at all, just didn’t understand what I was saying. Which is fair enough, I couldn’t understand what he was saying later. I said my farewells, then went to clean out and antiseptise my mouth from the bleeding gums.

I stopped for a few minutes of quietism: another mistake! All I achieved from it was feeling more deeply depressed at how life is going. The best Carers have had their calls on me reduced; one does not call at all nowadays. Can anyone tell me if CDB helps with depression?
I’ll look it up… Nope!

Well, well, well, (and I’m not well, Haha!) early hours of the morning now, and believe it or not, I’ve just found bleeding from Little Inchy. Best I can guess, it’s coming from either the tube or the fungal lesion. Going to need help with this one. How embarrassing!
Always the weekend when summat needs attention!

Frustrations of the day continue…

Not a lot worse than many other days lately.
But everything has got to me more today.
I’ve ordered some St John’s Wort capsules.
Once a day, read all the reviews; it might work.
Then I checked on Google…
Too dangerous to take with Warfarin!
I’ve tried to cancel it. They say they will try, but it may be too late! (I only ordered it ten minutes ago!) Hope they do/can stop it.

Frustrations of the day continue…

So tired, and it’s 04:00hrs now. But I want to look at the WP Reader, and I did.
KITTY OF THE DAY – ANDY

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What a day!

Inchie: Frid 3rd October 2025 High-Mood-Horis AWOL

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‘Level of music playing at the same time in Porangahau’,
Longest place name in the world, I’m telling you…
Translates as “the place where Tamatea, the man with the big knees, who slid, climbed and swallowed mountains, known as‘’landeater’,
Indigenous Polynesians of New Zealand, now the Māori, Taumatawhakatangihangakoauauotamateaturipukakapikimaungahoronukupokaiwhenuakitanatahu,
There are a lot of other things that I know and can do,
I can yodel, doxologise, and pass wind impromptu!
I can spray a room when I sneeze, Aitchoo!
I was a member of a highly trained aircrew!
Blowing up balloons for the Christmas party due,
I’m having a problem with the computer; I think it’s the CPU.
Cramp, & arthritis in my finger, it looks like a corkscrew…
Fell over, my right knee got a fracture or two…
Dropped and broke the kettle, making a mess of a brew,
Truth is, life? I haven’t a clue…
What to say, what to do, why, where or who…
To the Porcelain Throne, I’m a habitué,
No idea how I’ve managed to survive hereto,
My brain contains aliens, creating a hullabaloo,
Neither notion nor clue, why they do what they do,
I’ll have to stop now, I need another phoo!
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TERRORIST MURDER AT MOSQUE
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Here’s what we know about the terror attack so far.
Victims: A car and stabbing attack took place at Heaton Park Hebrew Congregation Synagogue yesterday morning.
Two people from the Jewish community were killed: Adrian Daulby, 53, and Melvin Cravitz, 66. Three others are in the hospital with serious injuries.
Suspects: Counter Terrorism Police named the suspect as 35-year-old Jihad al Shamie. He was shot dead by firearms officers.
Police said he was a British citizen of Syrian descent and that his name did not appear in any records of Prevent – the UK government’s counter-terrorism programme. Three other people – two men in their 30s and a woman in her 60s – have been arrested in connection with the attack. Being held on suspicion of commission, preparation and instigation of acts of terrorism. The attack in 10 minutes: 9.31am: A 999 caller said a man was stabbed and a car was driven towards members of the public at Heaton Park Hebrew Congregation Synagogue, Crumpsall.
9.34am: Firearms officers were deployed. Police received further reports that a security guard was attacked with a knife.
9.37am: Police declared a major incident.
9.38am: Police officers fired multiple shots, hitting a suspected man.
9.41am: Paramedics arrived and treated four people for stabbing and vehicle injuries.
Response: Sir Keir Starmer said he was “appalled” by the attack and returned to the UK to chair an emergency COBRA meeting.
The King said that he and the Queen were “deeply shocked and saddened to learn of the horrific attack”.
Greater Manchester Police have deployed extra officers across the region today.
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06:00hrs: Removed the nocturnal catheter pouch and made my way to the . I only just made it in time, as a comeback from Trotsky Terence all but caught me out. The mess went into the WC, thankfully not on me or the floor.
I soon realised that was leaking on the right leg, the fractures on the left knee were painful, and I had shooting up the right leg, this time from the toes!

I made a brew of Typhoo Extra Strong tea bags in the small mug. Then got the Health Checks done. The SYS was at a higher level; all the others seemed okay. Put the gear back on the Carer’s table, and Carer Ejaz arrived. He soon got on with the medications. Medications first. Giving me just one of the Senna tablets. Then Ejaz foamed my suffering with affected legs and ankles. Had a bash on the hoover, then double-checked the HC numbers were recorded correctly. Bless him.

OUT-OR-IT FOR TWO HOURS!
No idea if I’d fallen asleep or had a mammoth seizure. When I came back to an imitation life and consciousness, I was sitting on the scruffy, second-hand, circa 1968, non-working, moth-eaten, creaky, haemorrhoid-ridden recliner, hurting, and Little Inchy was trapped on the catheter tubing; the usual ultra-confusion and dizziness were not there as they usually are as an after-effect, stunting recovery. So, maybe I did go sit down and fall asleep?
But the computer had been left on. Another mystery of Woodthorpe Court, with the hobgoblins, spectres, gnomai, phantasms, grotesque succubae, Whoopsiedangleplops, ailments, extraterrestrials, ectoplasms, spirits, accifauxpas, rent increases, food price hikes, and the Fata Morganas, that have been sent to taunt, irritate and terminate my already limited saneness of mind, with my right leg leaking fluid yet again, & the fractured knee in pain.

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I got on with the blogging session, and the intercom rang out. I thought it might be Carer Ejaz, not realising how long I’d been supposedly sleeping. It rang of before I could get to the panel; this happens sometimes when someone sees them and admits them into the main foyer. But there were no signs of Ejaz – then it dawned on me: the giant pot of Marmite was due to arrive today from Amazon. So, I struggled into my slippers and hobbled down to the foyer. Sure enough, they (Amazon) had left the box, along with someone else’s, on the floor in the lobby. Both were crushed a bit in standard Amazon style. I managed to lift them both and went up with a lady I hadn’t seen for ages, who went to the 10th floor, and I went to the 12th. I took the other, not my box, the number 59, and there was no answer to my knocking on the door. So, I left it on the floor next to the door, and got back to my cell… I mean flat.
The previously purchased giant pot of Marmite is in a glass jar, next to the new large tub of Marmite. The new one has 100g more content! I still have some left to use on the old jar, which I plan to use later on my sausage sandwiches.

Ejaz came for a 13:00 visit. Foamed my legs again, they were leaking a little more then.

I decided on an early meal today. Even though there is a minute chance, as it may be, of a Community Nurse coming to change the catheter and patch the leaking legs up. The Neurology lady might be calling about the Trefination. The Financial help from Age UK is arriving. The Red Cross is to fix the wheelchair. The nurse is calling to administer the flu and COVID jabs. And the surgery nurse needs to give me a Dementia memory test.
None of these were done this week.
Whilst on a medical note, my fractured left knee and right leg have both been more painful today. The evening events are a blur; there are no notes on the pad at all. I had sausage sarnies for my feast of the day – felt sure I’d photographed it, but none on the camera this morning? A combination of weariness, tiredness, and confusion lingered with me all night and was still present in the morning when I woke, barely able to walk due to the pain in my left knee and the aching, tingling sensations in my .

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