Inchie: Friday 18th August 2023 – Constant Cognitive Impairment Iris Incidents

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My Frustration & Hatred Is Growing!

Excellent 3 for the urine night pouch colouring!

Feet after the little wander around in town yesterday.

Laundry bag return awaited.

I’m not sure why…
I took two photos of the waste bags?

A blurry early morning shot of the car park.

Then two other bad shots of the view ahead.

Got up around 03:30hrs, and the use of the did not arrive until gone 07:00hrs. dominated. Took some cleaning up!

Looks like a ghostly seat! I hung the towel over the shower chair and turned on the heater to dry it off. Cunning!
I remembered doing this an hour or two later, and I went to turn off the wet room emersion heater.

The Meridian Domestic lady did not arrive. Hope she was on holiday and not poorly. So I hoovered the hallway. Unfortunately, I my toe on the trolley walker wheel, right against the . This may have had other lesser men cringing and wingeing, but not me. I just laughed it off!

Made an early fine feast of sliced baked potatoes, soy imitation sausages, beetroot & tomatoes, red & yellows. Naturally, no sooner had sat down to watch the TV with the meal tray on my knees, and my taste buds tingling!
14:35hrs: The opticians rang. Can I bring some old spectacle frames in to use in the varifocal spectacles? The one the Carer took for me is too old to get a lens made to fit it?
Back to the meal…
14:48: The Doctor rang to say the Blepha decision will be emailed to me later. Humph!
Back to the meal…
15:00hrs: DVT Anticoagulation rang; the DV vein draining has been cancelled. They will make me another appointment.
Back to the meal…
The potatoes were barely lukewarm by then. How does this happen to me so often? Whatever time I get around to eating, someone will call, or the phone will burst into life.
Still, the nosh deserved an 8.4/10 rating!

Took this slightly better shot of the Chestnut Way car park in front of the flats when I washed the pots up.

I decided to watch some TV again. Huh! Turned it on again, and some sad adverts greeted me.
Kids have to live using underground water.
I noticed my new glasses on top of the cabinet and realised how lucky I am really, compared to some. Then…

The TV went off. A message something about; check your external and internal ariels? It came back on later again.

Oh, getting dark?
Five minutes later…
Another five minutes.

Did the eye treatment. used, then when it had dried, the Gel.

After 18:00hr Carer Benjamin called, and we found we were missing some tablets. I was in a pickle about it, cause it was Atorvastatin, and I had a weirdly strange feeling that Richard mentioned something on Monday to me about it coming later when he kindly fetched the prescriptions for me… but of course with , I’m just not sure. So, none tonight. Benjamin said he would have a look around down in the office for me in case they were in there. Thanked him, and he said he was doing the late call; if the tablets are in the Meridian office, he’d bring them up with him.

I got back on the computer, to find that...

Late Carer Carer arrived. He brought up the missing tablets and issued them with the Peptac; no painkillers were needed. Then attached the night pouch to He also responded to my request for him to hang up the laundry, which was only dressing gowns; bless him.

Turned off this computer, and I got settled in the £300 second-hand shop bought, c1966, moth-eaten, cringingly-beige-coloured, grotty, bedraggled, dilapidated, crumb-containing from my nocturnal nibblings, bug-ridden itch-inspiring, not working recliner in search of sleep. I put the TV on, cause that usually helps me to nod off, when the commercial adverts come on… but only when there is something on I wanted to watch. Hehe!

Evening, All!

INCHY: Friday 11th August 2023 – With St Peter Ode!

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Another Testing Day of Frustration & Dismay
Blepharitis Infection Eye Gel applying problems. brought on a few giving-way episodes on the left leg, which nearly had me over each time. But, somehow I avoided tumbling and having an . A close call though.
, the main guilty party is, the that was spouting puss a bit today. All of these are connected to which indicated that was responsible for them all. Schweinhund!
The delectable DVT Warfarin Anticoagulation Nurse came to take my blood for another extra INR test. And welcome she was made! “I’m so glad she did!” I happen to have fallen in love with her... but don’t say anything about this, or you’ll have everyone laughing at me! Hahaha!
She helped me by reading the minuscule writing on the  instructions.
Which seemed much more understandable now.
Unfortunately, when I tried it later, things were back to normal. What I am doing wrong is annoying not knowing!
Iceland delivery. That’s three delivered this week, an Asda and two Iceland ones. To replace the stuff I had to dish from the freezer when I left the darned door ajar for nine hours and had almost liquid products in when I found out about it.

After two hours on the computer trouble-free.
Another hour and a half and the total to date was…
Up to now, the internet had gone down…

As their adverts say…
Internet Outages Applied by Inchy!

The Opticians called again; it was farcical. I think she said Kara, so I assume she still wanted her to call them?

Ah, well, a quick look at the photographicalisations…

Spouting fluid

Waste Bins Sorted

Early morning kitchen view

I’m not sure why I took this one?
Obviously, I must have been in mid-shave?

After ablutions kitchen view

Went a little dark as the afternoon loomed.

Then brightened up. Bootiful clouds

Slowly darkened as it got later.

Later shot, but so lovely to view

Late blast from the sun on her way down, Grrreat!

The 18:00hrs Carer called. I got the and the put on. The Gel applying, I’ve still not mastered very well.
Turned off the computer…

The final total of the
Failures had reached…

I got the meal prepared and served up!
No fish fish-sticks and fishless prawns. Canned garden peas, nice tomatoes, yellow & red, roast potato chunks done in the oven with olive oils sprayed on them, vinegared and salted on the plate, no sauce needed tonight. I then proceeded to eat the feast… and created a new record!
I was trying to eat while watching the TV… but fell asleep at least five times during eating the food! I might have been more often. Each time I woke up, I had to recover whatever it was that had come off of the tray each time I dosed off, and the tray slipped… Peas went off wandering every time, I was still finding them on the floor that had rolled out of view in the morning. Potatoes, tomato halves too. Amazingly none of the no-fish, fish fell?

The last Carer Call. A were new lads today, so I took the opportunity to ask them each to check the taps, heater and fridge-freezer doors for me. We’ll see.

A final photograph from the kitchen window was taken.

How Gorgeous!
I spent a while on this one.

For a complete change, there was no , gave me a break, and no bother at all! This time is was the eyes that kept me awake! Both of them felt like there had to be grit in my eyes? Every time I nictated after waking up! I had to give up trying in the end. I sprayed some extra on both, but it made no difference; it’s still a painful nuisance this morning. I still think it’s I am applying the wrongly. I must try to get some professional help on this issue. I’m worried that the Cataract operation on the left eye might be cancelled if the infection does not clear up. Sister Jane has the same problem after having her eye done!
♥ Here she is with me in the flat. ♥


Inchy: Wednesday 2nd August 2023 – Defeatism, Vexation and Penitency!

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I gave up trying to sleep at 05:05hrs and shuffled to the edge of the c1966, £300 pound, second-hand charity-shop bought, crumb-containing, odour-retaining, Harold’s Haemorrhoid-testing, nauseatingly beige coloured, non-working, virus-breeding recliner, to reach down to remove the detach. But it wasn’t there! I was so tired last night, I thought it had been put on…

This left me with a heavily full urine day bag that dropped with some alacrity the moment I’d grabbed . This caused a certain amount of pull on poor Little , via the inserted catheter tube that tried to do a runner. Obviously, a man of my calibre winced-not at the agony. I can endure and tolerate such minor mishaps with ease. I did not flinch, swear or cry out ‘Arrgh!’ at all over the trifling matter. No forlornness or glumness from me.
Off to sort out the day pouch in the wet room. The rumblings from within, made me adopt the use of the toilet seat with some haste. And there I sat, with the crossword book for ages.
CW01bNothing other than large doses of wind were evacuated.
The urine in the day bag was the darkest it’s been for a while.

To the kitchen and I took these terrible photos…
of the heavy rain.
Then onto the balcony to see how the mudslide was.
Sizeable, cause it wasn’t raining much yesterday.

Did the waste bins sorting, and made a mug of tea, I later regretted having one of the two allowed so early.

Carer Shaquille arrived. Checked out the new eye treatments, the and . He could read the small print, and Chris & I could not last night. I thought it was four times a day for the Spray, and two for the Gel, but it’s the other way round. He did the eyelids like a professional. Sorted out a new day pouch and fitted it, too.
Thanked him muchly and off he went on his rounds.

Got the computer on, and what a surprise.

I had a safety check around the flat when I got back, and the internet was on again. It must have been off for about only 15 minutes. Please don’t tell, the owner of Mr Fries of . It might upset him if he knows.

The Iceland delivery arrived.
Just after I took this later view of the oddly shaded sky.

Carriers taking into the kitchen for me by the driver. Thanks!
Fresh foods
& Frozen Foods… I’d got them put away, and returning to the computer, I espied the laundry had not been unpacked and hung up. So, I unpacked it & got it hung up!
All three dressing gowns had their sleeves inside out. The shirt and belts took a lot of untangling, too.
But I got it done, and back on the computer.

ILC (Independent Living Coordinators), Oberstgrüppenfuhreress, Warden and Primo Ballerina, Warden Deana came in. Bless her cotton socks. Hearing of my failure to get some cotton pads for using the gel on the eyes, yesterday; she had found a pack at home, and had brought it for me to have! ♥

Then Domestic Assistant Denise arrived. We had… well, I had a natter while she was working. Nice gal.
Back on the computer…
Fancy that!

I titivated the laundry and started a new bag, by into a clean dressing gown. As Denise was about to leave, doing her paperwork, Carer Kara arrived for her weekly financial guidance visit. Be lost without that gal.
As I was leaning forward to take a closer look at some mail she had gathered from the letter box – How can I put it? The catheter tube seemed to twist of its own accord! A little blood was found when I inspected things in the lower regions. I went off to the wet room and got things cleaned up. No idea how it happened? And this caused me to get confused with so many visitors, and my concentration bit the dust for a while.

Kara tried to ring Age UK about two letters sent to me. It took her a long time to get through the automated system in place. When she did, she was told to ring back later on 28th August? Kara was baffled as I was at this?

Then she rang PayPal, which ware suddenly unobtainable. No joy with phoning them. But she knew the problem, they had the wrong mobile number for me. She will try to find a way to contact them for me.
What a crazy day!

I used the Deana-gifted eye pads to gel the eye.

Before the rain returned, the sky was wonderful.
The Citrus Way car park.

I got the nosh tended to.
Photoed it when ⅔rds of the way through eating it, and Carer Chris called on me. I was just about to watch ‘Heartbeat’ as well on the goggle-box.
Although I was keenly aware that I would fall asleep at the first set of commercials, as per usual. I was well drained by then, and could not hear a lot that Chris was saying to me, as he seemed to find it hard to understand what I was saying. It was a bit surreal, really. He said he was doing the last call later. I finished the meal in between medication taking.
Put the tray on the Carers desk, and had to get up when Chris had gone, to empty the .

As expected, I nodded fitfully off when the commercials came on. I took the plate and cutlery and put it in the sink, with baking soda, bleach and washing-up liquid, to soak and free the gunge from the oven tray.

Very early last call from Carer Chris, about 08:35hrs as I recall. The chime rang out and in rushed Chris. He almost forgot to put the night pouch on, but amazingly I remembered to ask him. Off like a shot the lad perused his other duties, I told him to take a treat-can or bottle with him.

Sleep was no longer an option; all this being woken up breaks the pattern methinks? Laying there waiting for to return… and !!! I suddenly feared that I had left the washing in the sink with the hot water tap running – and found that I had!
No hot water for a late-night shave! I was going to have one cause I couldn’t get to sleep!
Change of plans, then!
I took this photograph of the moody-evening sky.

I clambered back down in the £300, second-hand, musty, Haemorrhoid Harold Testing, cringingly beige, crumb-covered, not-working, rickety recliner.
It must have taken hours for Sweet Morpheus to enfold me. None of the , which I thought would do in my sleep again, as it has for several nights now. It was so easy to nod off… but it felt like every time I did, I was jumping awake within minutes, repeatedly!


Inchie: Tuesday 11th July 2023 – Liberty-Global record internet losses!

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Today was the worst ever day of Virgin Media’s internet, now owned by Liberty-Global – going down. A mess. So this is shorter than I wanted it to be information-wise. Sorry. I can see the end of the blogging coming.
And, the font colour option has disappeared from WordPress Editor. I emailed WP for help. Could be ‘a glitch’. Then suggestions that I could not understand, due to my problems nowadays, I can’t do anything to get it back. Bad enough with Liberty-Global oligarchs buying up and into so many UK suppliers, now this may be just too much for me.
This is my sad blog.

Night pouch emptied

My right leg is not any better.
A reversal in evacuation mode back to…

Health Check Returns

The mudslide begins.

The Agony!

Third attempt on the Throne with the unneeded time killer.

Midday view

Under the cabinet?

As Carer Kara was sorting me out, the driver kindly dumped the delivery loose onto the kitchen floor for me.
This is going to be fun, all that bending.

Kara sorted me out and departed.

I struggled on, with the ever going down

This makes it the third blackout

Farcically frustrating!
Can’t get any help in ringing up Virgin, to help sort it out. Not good for me to do it, with auto messages and operators I cannot understand, and who cannot understand me.

Involved in the black-out from.
for so long, it must have been four hours later when I realised that I’d not moved the food from the kitchen floor! Aargh!
So I made a start, a painful; start every time I had to bend.

The frozen chips had started to melt.
The ready-prepped spuds.

Cheapo batteries, Curls and baking soda.

The fridge & freezer were well-filled.Freezer mostly with bread products.

I checked on the day’s outages reported. Then…

🎵And the heavens poured🎵

But only for ten minutes then it came back on…
For one minute…

The rain stopped

The Internet returned but was very slow.
I went to make a brew Glengettie.

Against the corner of the cabinet…
And clouted the right leg’s wound and ulcer!
Naturally, I was blithe & cool over the incident.

I went onto the balcony waiting for the Liberty-Global Virgin Media Internet to return.
Took a picture of the returning rain-covered scene, of some flats balcony and the car park.

Back online again. Made a WP ~Prompt reply. Once again took a soggy, spluttery visit to the Porcelain Throne.

Made a meal. (Realised in the morning that I had forgotten to put the SD card back in the Kodak) Took a photo of it.

The rain returned.

Back on three minutes later.
Started to post the Prompt blog…
Back on eight minutes later…
Shame! Had to do a complete restart on the computer and Virgin box, but got it back on within 40 minutes.
I posted the blog and was sending an email…
I waited for half an hour, but it wasn’t keen on coming back online again…
I turned everything off, losing the email, CorelDraw work and this blog updates.


Inchie: Friday 16th June 2023 Eye-drops sorted for me!

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I woke up around 06:00hrs. And immediately went into a deep “Testing-Testing… what can get done today,’ mode! A discussion with Alto-Inchie ensued.
Something like this, I think, it was a short one…
 : What can I do about finding out about the eye drops?

: Wot, yer on abarght now?
Regarding the new drops, I felt sure the nurse said to take the old ones for two weeks, then take new ones… they got them delivered post-haste, but the instruction says nowt other than take them for two weeks… no, months! The Carer said they are to be taken at the same times as the old ones, on the same day… Clear as mud to me!
Well, I can’t find out which to do…
If I take them and shouldn’t be taking the Othma, they might have to be taken last before the next operation.
I’d better try the District Nurses’ place; they might know. I can’t get through to the EENT at the hospital.
Well, go on then! Wots stopping yer?
Well, it’s too early to get through, yet. I tried yesterday and could not hear a word the lady was saying; so I’ll have to beg the Carer to ring them for me.
Sod-all yer can do then, Inchie. Gawd, yer is pathetic!
I don’t deny it!
I’ll come back when yer not in Whimp-Mode! TTFN.

I escaped the clutches of the c1966 charity shop bought, second-hand, wincingly grotty, beige coloured, not mechanically working, crumb-covered from the nocturnal nibblings, itch-making, uncomfortable, virus breeding, easy-to-fall-out-of, recliner… to remove the night pouch, with difficulty and a degree of confusion and concern; from the contraption.
The flow had stopped flowing, and the day bag was a much deeper colour than the night bag. I was backing up, and not allowing me to pee involuntarily. As would be expected, but still a surprise to me.
Emptied the night ppouch then the day bag, and what a difference in colour!
Carer Chris later identified the two mixed together as a level four on the NHS chart. I think the tubing must have gotten trapped or twisted in the night. It looked okay this morning, and after a bit of jiggling and tube-squeezing, it flowed all right.

Took a snap of my ankles, but it turned out to be a terrible photographic effort. I swapped the night sunglasses for the 8-year-old day, cracked lens ones.

Off to the wet room, to urgently utilise the . Then get the full works done of the session tackled. With the aim of beating last week’s record-breaking 1hr-35 minutes time! I was determined to… I just don’t understand why? I should have known what was going to happen with me trying to rush things. .

❶ The first bloody session was the shaving! I think a new record had been cut – eight small knicks, distributed around the chin, cheek, neck and earholes.
❷ Cut gums and teeth bleeding tooth cleaning.
No idea how I managed it, cause I was using nothing sharp, the somehow the back was bleeding after I’d Phorpained it?
Both legs and ankles had specks of blood. But more amazing to me was the were all spouting water out?
❺ During the towelling on, I caught the tubing on , and this left Little Inchies .
However… carrying the water from the kitchen to the waited for 3 months for repair broken not filling itself WC Water Tank, went staggeringly well! But her pain-giving mode must have been set on delayed-action-mode, cause she was giving my agony later in the day.
To really depress me, the session took me 2hrs-10mins by the time I came out of the wet room. Sorry that I looked at the clock now!

Carer Chris arrived, too early for me to ask him to ring the District Nurse HQ to ask for advice on the ear-drop situation. He issued the Maxitrol drops and the morning medications, saying he’d try later on his next call, Bless him. He took the waste bags with him when I remembered to ask him for once, I wish I’d not remembered to ask now.

Another hard job, getting the slippers back on. Took another picture. In doing so, I spotted that the flexible tube that holds the connector to the night bag, was not there? I imagine it must have been in the waste bag now, that Chris had taken with him. So, it will be either a new day bag that will need fitting, or knicking a flexible tube from a new bag; and putting that on this bag.

I finally made a start on the completion of the Thursday blog.
But not for long. About ten minutes later, the Oligarchs Liberty-Global Virgin Media went down. Most aggravating! It came back on of its own accord in toughly eight minutes. Stayed on for twenty minutes, and off again!
I diverted to creating some things in CorelDraw. Half an hour, the smoke & mirrors money manipulator, Liberty-Global, came back online.

Carer Chris returned. Tablets, Phorpained the back for me, and Peptac was given. The lad then rang the District Nurse to ask about the eye-drop staking dates. He was told we have to ring the doctor, which he did for me.
Who told him that the Ophtha drops were only for pain relief when and as needed. Oh yes, thought I?

The lad left, and me asking him if he can try to call the EENT department at the QMC, who gave me the eardrops last visit. Chris said he would try, but maybe they would have closed by then. We can only try again!

Legerdemain, illusionist, and Hocus-Pocus experts who own Virgin Media, Liberty-Global, struck again with another failure of their pretend service going down yet again. This time I had to lose work again. Everything off, including the ensorcellment-ensuring Virgin Media box, and reset it. Eventually, it came back on.
Well done, Mr £26 million salaried Liberty-Globals Fries. Jealous? Me? No! .

Will I ever have another good, problem-free day? .

Well, well, as Victor Meldrew on the TV said: “I Don’t Believe it!
But, of course, I do believe it. The regularity of the illusionist’s failure at Liberty Global; their failure…and I believe intended failure to correct any problems, and cunningly now inviting me via email, to move to another supplier… I kid you not. Here is it:

Hence confirming my prediction of last week! Other suppliers?
They have shares in or own at least 12 other internet companies in Europe and the UK.
This is the ulterior motive proved!
If we give as lousy service as we can, treat the idiot customers like shit. Overcharge them, ensure there are multiple signal losses every single day, and confuse the hell out of them with our double-talk, financial-escamotage, illusionism and not give a toss… What comes next, Oligarchs?

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Carer Chris called again. And he called the EENT as I requested him to – Gobsmacking, he got through to a human voice within a minute! I could not hear, of course: but he said that after the call; (So much for the Doctor)


The two-month issue of the two eyedrops was to be taken together with a minimum time between as indicated.
The old Maxitrol is to continue with four applications a day for two months. As before, over the same period…
The new Ophtha will be three times a day for two months.
The Ophtha is not to be taken until 5 minutes after using the Maxitrol. Also, after application, the patient is to gently use his index finger, to gently massage the eye from the corner nearest the nose for a minimum of three minutes.
With both drops, you should wipe away any spillages from the eye that goes onto the skin.

Well, we did ask for the instructions! And we got them. Haha!

I’m getting fed up with this crap!
UTTER CRAP. but they know it!

The late Carer was DM. A lovely gal. Got a grasp of the new procedure eventually. It’s so complicated. No Ophtha on the last call. We spent a while working out the procedure needed. I explained about the day bag not getting much urine, and my stomach was even bigger than usual. Thus, I forgot to ask for the night bag to be attached. Then again, if no urine is getting through?

Got some food made because Liberty Global have done in my resistance to their dirty deeds! I’ll get some food and catch up here in the morning! (00:10hrs)

Faces, animals in the clouds.


The most looked forward to meal of the year.
Flavour-Rating: 6.5/10.
Not as good as I had hoped, but still!

Night Pouch Attaching: I faffed about and got the night bag onto ; the urine began to flow, but very slowly indeed. Then even though I was guzzling the soda water, it stopped suddenly. I was pleased in the morning that more had got through, but the tube and day bag was chocker-blockers with urine waiting for transit? Haha!

Sleep? Yes! I got two hours in!

Evening, all…
No, Morning, all!

Inchie: Thursday 27th April 2023

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I was woken by the arrival Carer, and I tested my body for signs of my current favourite ailment attacks. I’d barely moved in the c1966 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; the moment I tried to lift a foot off of the chair…

Heavens above! The feet and toes were swollen with liquid. Under the toes, it was agony to stand, let alone hobble anywhere. My balance was all over the shop, too. So I took the medications from the Carer and enjoyed a little natter.

An amazing coloured sky this morning. Not a good light for taking photographs, though.
I did my bestest and tried a couple of times; this is the better of the two.
The was needed as the chap departed. So, I decided to get them done after the battle against the not-working/refilling W.C. water tanks, and hits mornings struggle was one of the worse in the two weeks that the plumbing mechanism was reported to Nottingham City Homes. For sure had returned! Talk about resistance! I had to keep painfully urging things along repeatedly; the worst was when the concrete torpedo was half evacuated, and things stopped moving for a while. Arrgh! I feared something was going to rip open!

It must have taken half an hour to get it out, with a thud and splashing water – followed by complete and utter relief! Thank Gawed that the evacuation was out without any injuries; they were the odd specks of blood, but that’s to be expected.
The most thing was that were not too painful at all. The first mystery of many today! Having achieved this first mission, the Dangerous one remained, collecting the water to refill the non-working water W.C. tank.

Not easy, especially with carrying the walking stick and the state of the feet and toes. OF course, my E.Q. knew what was… likely to happen, and it did. On the last trip, , along with a flash of ‘s attention at the same time; just as I was going into the wet room.
I lost my grip on the bucket but managed to throw it inside the wet room and avoided a mess in the hallway. I decided to get washed and shaved in the wet on the floor, in case I had any more , and save having to clean and dry things twice.
An unexpected touch of logic there from the old chap?.

A Work of Art
No, that’s not what I mean…
That’s better!

Approx. 08:00hrs; I was going to do the teeth first. But another mystery arose; I just could not find the toothbrush? Had I thrown it in the bin yesterday? Or put it in my dressing gown pocket?

So, now teggie cleaning today! I totally forgot about using the shower and set about, with the aid of Dettol, Carbolic soap, nail brushes, flannels and the picker upperer, to have a stand-up scrubbing down… which was not easy at all. What with the extra-long tube on , trying desperately not to catch and pull the tube, then remembering to dry the pouch again without pulling at it and having a blood flow from poor little Little Inchies, vulnerable .
acci-whoop Naturally (almost), I tugged the tube drying behind the pouch, and the blood flowed onto the wet floor. I just carried on. It was a watery mess in there anyway, and I will get it sorted later.

Then, the SHAVING
I bet you expected me to tell you of all the cuts and haemoglobin flowing down, taking a circular route down my bloated belly, and joining the blood flow coming from poor Little Inchies ever most bothersome Fungal Lesion? You’d be right! A dollop of liberally applied Brut aftershave soon stopped the leaks. (Not on Little Inchie, I hasten to mention, I’m not a sadist. Hehe!) Just on the chin, lip and ear lobes – I’m not sure how I cut the ear lobe in the first place. It could have been a micro-shake from , or .

I took some anti- capsules. Then, got the alert wristbands on, not forgetting the wristlet Alert Alarm. Then treated Little Inchies Fungal Lesion with plain cream as best I could. Just plonked it on and then gently winced, and that was that. Did my best to pain gel the awkward to get to try medicating. Rubbed some into the knees. Some of the ointment went on the floor, but plenty of cold water was down there to do no harm. Dried the bum well and applied copious amounts of the dearer than gold weight for weight, Germoloid Ointment. Dearer than the Germoloid Cream but much more soothing.
The ear and eye drops were put in; there was a drop or two that actually got into the eyes this time! Hehehe! I got the slightly less painful to wear but very costly new Tena for Men and P.P.s.

Rebanded the wristlets.
Then, started Cleaning Up The Wet Room. I left at 10:00hrs. That took a long time! Longer than usual… is the cause of this farcicalness!

Ah! acci-whoop , on the server trolley in the wet room, naturally, obviously on one of the toes that had  !

The & activities took me, I believe, a good 2hrs-10min, including the and . Oh, and the cleaning up!

The being enlarged, scaffolded house caught my immediate attention. Seeing this work reminded me of the old ‘Auf Wiedersehen’ T.V. series. Especially when the lads are working n it.
The next snap taken was to the right of the kitchen window. Displaying the flats’ balconies and the gravel footpath by the tree copse into Woodthorpe Park.
Sad, really; I used to hobble up there so often in my pre-handicapped days.
I had a moment or two of self-pity to cope with.
But I soon pulled myself out of it, sternly talking to myself. Self-disgust at me self-pitying moments. I was rather proud of that!

Then learnt out of the window as far as I dare, with a good grip on the camera loop, to take a shot of the Winwood Heights car park below Woodthorpe Court, where I dwell in hell.
Hehehe! Only joking!

A confirmation call from Deep Vein Thrombosis, Anti-Coagulation Therapy, Warfarin clinic, Haematology Angel Hristina ♥, that she will be calling on me next Tuesday to take a blood sample for analysis & INR Level. Super news!

I started the computer and opened CorelDraw to add the photographs of the day. And found that several snaps had not made it onto the S.D. card… yet again!

I think the right foot was getting thinner, with less fluid content? (But this did not last long. She was soon all bloated & painful. Tsk! The keep trying to come up, but they soon disappear, but never for long?
It seems that after the washing etc., in the wet room hours & hours ago, I’d put all the wristlet bands into one wrist for some reason.
As I often do, I could not remember the word Dementia; as usual, I glanced at the bands on the left arm… it was not there! You’d be gobsmacked at what I did then… (I was!) I went into the wet room and searched around… no luck; I Tried the kitchen, the same result, so back into the rubbish… I mean, the front room. Then, I glanced at my other wrist as I got on the computer, still not remembering the word.
. What a  . My brain is !

All of the poor-quality sunset photos and the one of the meal were lost into the ether, never to be seen again! It was only chips and bread with BBQ sauce, but I enjoyed it. Taste-Rating: 6.6/10.

Ah, hang on, though. Did I really take the shot of the nosh? My admittedly unreliable, unpredictable, somewhat retention-lacking memory may just perhaps, possible, could, might be wrong here. As I recall, the late Carer called as I was about to settle to eat the meal – Yes… I may not have taken the snap, but I meant to? Being confused, apart from being an accessible mode to live in, no effort is required. You see, will take care of all that for you!

Would I have all these problems if I was born into an oligarchy?

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Most of the day, I was concerned about the banking mystery
I got three voice messages over the first hour or so of my escaping the questionable pleasure of the second-hand, £300, c1968, overwhelmingly-sickening beige coloured, tatty, uncomfortable, wobbly, germ-producing, falling to pieces, Harold-Haemorrhoids-testing, food residue-collecting, fall-outable off, rusty, catheter-tube squashing recliner.
But I could not hear what was being said, and I missed most of it, especially as they were reading out telephone numbers that I had to dial.
Then another one came, which cleared the phone of the earlier ones, and I had no idea how to get them back again!
At this point, I thought I’ll wait until a Carer came, and I asked for help – hoping it would be Carer Richard. It wasn’t; I think the lad has either left the job, fallen poorly or is fed up with my moaning? Hehehe!

Then, Carer (I think) it was, who arrived). Or was it Carer Charly. I can’t recall which came first now. With the fretting over the bank account being frozen… nothing else mattered for a while.
Then, a telephone call came in!.
After a while, trying to understand the man, who said he was from the bank and was concerned about some outgoing and needed to check them. It was from America; where the two big amounts came from?
They had cancelled my account and will send me a new card in a few days’.
They think that I’ve been frauded, scammed, got at, whatever.
At the back of my Doreen Dementia mind, I was thinking, is this chap a scammer or really from the bank? Either way, he somehow convinced me that he was… he did not ask for any numbers or figures anyway = well, not that I can remember. No one to help me now; Carer Kara is away, and she can’t reset the shopping details… I rang off, but it was afterwards that I realised I’d got an order arriving from Asda and Ocado – will I get them or not with the card being suspended, whatever you call it… withdrawn?
I tried to make an amendment to the Asda order. To see if the card was still active – it let me add a couple of things, but at the checkout, it wouldn’t let me! I checked on the numbers I’d put in earlier and tried again…
Nope, no good. So I’ll not be getting the food then.

I can’t recall seeing the fridge so barren of food. Not that it mattered; I’ve got tons of canned food and nibbles all over the flat. Hahaha!
I mentioned to Carer Charly on her next visit, and she said she’d bring some bread in for me late tomorrow. Bless her!
I’ll try not to mention this again. Thought I’d get it out of the way.
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Not many photos were taken. Just not interested for hours and hours I was trying to get my head around and settled over the banking mess. No shave again, not showering. I must drink!

This is the 2nd check colour.

Took this immediately after getting off the phone for the second time… I was more than concerned. So many possible different outcomes that may mature. Talking of mature… I must check the dates on the food in the fridge… Silly me! There are only strawberry desserts in there.

I was weeing well. Although I can’t take any credit doe it. At least fifteen emptying sessions twixt 15:00 to 19:00hrs!

Only the safe sun-setting shots here…

I took these over about half an hour.

To the left…

To the right…

Higher up. ahead.

Higher still…

Even though dour, it looks beautiful to me.

Last effort.

Nosh: At last!

Canned thick vegetable soup. Canned potatoes cut up and added. Seasonings; BBQ, sea salt, liquid smoke, basil, soy-bacon bits and a good dollop of some excellent tomato passata.

An oven-cooked baton of bread. Two pots of dessert – well, one of them was on its last eat-by-date.
Carer Cheeky Charly called. We had no to use. Chemist & District nurse communication problems?


INCHIE TODAY: Wednesday 1st March 2023 – Local News Snippets


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PHOTOS OF THE DAY (Un fings, like…)

The pins and plates looked betterer

Day bag soon filled, then stopped in the afternoon?

I had a natter with my family from the Manor Laboratories
in Cincinnati. Cute they are! ♥

INR blood test, tea & notepad.

Not exactly sure what this was supposed to be a photo of…
But I got it wrong again.
I’m good at that!

Afternoon sky – a bit glum here.

That’s an odd word, innit, Glum?…
Another odd word to me is sistrum…
Could be because I’ve just taken my Diascorium?
Whichever end of the social spectrum…
Short of dosh, gelt, pounds, yen, or ngultrum,
Have a drink, perhaps some rum?
That should help you not to be glum!

Darker now, no sign of a sunset…

The bottom field.
Not a soul in sight…
Chestnut Way car park…
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INCHIE TODAY: Thursday 2nd March 2023 – New & Old Odes

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Aha, right leg for less swollen this morning.

Amazing change in the urine colour on the first emptying

Social event notification.

Early evening.
No sunset as such, but…
I captured these two close-ups.

A man shouted at the panel…
I opened the foyer lock door…
Then as I made my way to the door, I
spotted the Amazon van pulling away…

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Crap! He’s left the stuff down in the foyer, I bet!
No choice left other than to go down and find out. Here I go!
Which meant going down in my dressing gown with the catheter on display.
Although at the time, this did not occur to me at all. (thanks, Doreen Dementia!) When I got down, and saw a stack of parcels left on the table near the door, some for me, and number 5 and 42 flats. It was when two ladies returning home came in, and I saw their faces as they looked at me, that I realised I had only got on the dressing gown and slippers!
The kind ladies helped me with the parcels, one of them carrying one for me that would not fit on the three-wheeler walker. ♥ Bless Her! ♥

I’d ordered some giant cans of French Casserole. Citric Acid and vegan Bacon bitsOh, and BBQ flavouring.
I opened the boxes and got the waste I had made to the bin in the foyer.
Then opened a can of the above meals… Of which five of the six cans had dents of varying degrees in them. Tsk!
I got some potato chunks from the freezer and got them in the oven. Planning to add flavouring to the meal, then add the potatoes.
Got the oven on the top heat setting, opened the can, and deposited the ingredients into the thick saucepan.
It didn’t look particularly appetising to look at, but smelt rather delectable to me, anyway. 800grm of food, to which I added…

I settled into my crumbling rotting c1966. charity shop bought, the 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. With the intention of watching an episode of ‘Heartbeat’. Drifted off into sweet oblivion for about an hour. (Bliss!)
pressing the door chime to release the tune “Oh, Susana” blasting into my face from the box opposite my location, bringing me back to the scary reality of my tormenting, , and torturing, plaguing real-time, and the actual reality that life’s quality is sinking fast. (Shame).
Jozeph issued the medications, and . He enquired if I was cooking something cause he cols smell food burning… Potatoes; I’d left them in the oven – for over an hour!

Hobbling at warp-three to the kitchen, in a semi-panic, only to find that the potatoes were burnt… but to perfection, for me, just how I love them.
A bit of good luck there; after so long, surely they should have been just cinders? Is the stove on its way out?
Farewell to Jozeph or Jozef; I wish I could remember to ask him. Hehe!

On with the meal making such as it was. I’d added the tomato passata, basil, liquid smoke and liquid salt & vinegar earlier to let it marinate in the saucepan for a while to get the flavour. I served it on the tray and took a photo of the feast. But, into the ether, it went from the SD card. It must be something I’m doing wrong, surely for it to happen so often? I left half of the meal in the saucepan, intending to transfer it to a dish and put it in the fridge to have tomorrow – but changed plans when I went into the kitchen in the morning and found it had gelled together and did not smell too nice. So, I dished it. Huh, all that cost and effort as well! !

It was while eating and enjoying it that I could smell some burning? I returned to the kitchenette to check things. All seemed okay to me?

Back into the front room to have another session with the fodder… then I got a Peripheral Neuropathy delayed reaction; and felt the pain around my knuckles… Yes, I supposed must have burnt myself taking the potatoes out of the oven? This often happens to me. With the nerve ends, neurotransmitters are dying off (Peripheral Neuropathy). Sometimes, the supposedly instant transmissions from the nerve end to the brain get delayed. So literally, the brain did not get the message until much later.

Keepeth Safe!

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Yet another depressing demanding, busy, can’t-get-anything-done day.
Several acci-whoop of note:
After approximately. six weeks of suffering, bleeding, blood in the urine, and general agony with , I got a letter from City-Care with help and advice on using and coping with the painfully stuck-in Little Inchy tube of .
After several… no, many with bleeding from the filling pouch pulling at the tubing, I went a step further today, and the connector from Little Inchie to the pouch came off altogether!
Having unknowingly and. unintentionally weeing all over myself, the letter with the tips arrived. They were in print to faded and small to read, mind you, anyway. But just one of the graphs, I could decipher. Drink no tea or coffee other than decaffeinated, Green or Herbal tea. I couldn’t read 80% of it; far too small a print… have I said that already?

Also, a Urine Score Card.
Tonight it was level 7, I fear!

First photo of the day.

Blood in the night catheter.

Cleared up during the day, and the flow was much freer and more frequent. It did stink a bit, mind you. Dettol and air spray to the rescue.

Looked like there was a fire in the Basford area.
I didn’t see any blue lights, though.
Ten minutes later, and the clouds were preparing for the sunset?

Phase two…
Phase three…
Phase four…
Then the mail arrived…

Confused, and wanting not to miss the sunset photos, I left them in a pile for perusing later back in the kitchen…

Great colour variation!
An almost marbled sky…
Amazing, this looked like something solid and cream?


Looks like a cave opening?

Tendrils back?
Could be used in an alien film this one?
Shot down at the car park
Back up to the beautiful sky…
To the left a bit…

Copy of last week’s BP results, etc., that cost me so much time in preparing to send to the Doctors as requested. You would not belive the mistakes I had to correct… probably still some in it. Humph!