INCHIE TODAY: Saturday 11th March 2023

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Heck of a shock here today! The NHS input site advised me to ring NHS 111 starlight away, So I did!
But they were too busy and told me to visit the NHS 111 site. So, I did.
An hour later, I filled in the questions asked & guessed at the choices made.
Sent it off and was told someone would contact me later. They are very busy, and this may take some time, be patient. So, I did!
I went to make a brew, and the telephone rang – I was surprised I heard it in the kitchen, but, there you are, I did.
Answered many questions and had to guess at a few. The nurse had an accent, and the kine was not good, so it took a time to review all the needed details. Ultimately, she decided that the SYSs 128, and 119, with respective DIAs 57 and 59, were okay? This despite the NHS monitoring site telling me it was Too Low and to ring 111?
Don’t feel too confident about this. But then again, it’s unsurprising; they are the lowest readings I’ve ever had?

Well, the lowest B~P readings ever, advised to ring 111 – told to go online, spent ages sorting required details. Told it was okay. And earlier, this above when I woketh up. Similar farces these two. If the blood in the wee is level 6 or 7, I’m supposed to ring 111 – Ha!

I was woken up (Didn’t get settled until around 04:00hrs) and was woken by the arrival of Carer Sam. I was half out of it, having just been stirred reluctantly back to life. Think we had a chinwag, and Sam took the washing nada waste bag on her way out. Thank you.

Porcelain Throne visited, cleaned up the kitchen, dropped the milk bottle, and stubbed my toes again. The brain was not too interested in being creative and went on strike a few times when I got nothing done whatsoever; just seemed to sit here thinking but not knowing why or what of?

The yes were still bad, and concentration as well.
Dizzy Dennis, The Kathleen Catheter tube, and Anne Gyna all gave me bother of some sort. I really was only half here for many hours. Scary!  Sort of light-headed, I suppose… mind you, I still am now seven hours later.

Lost the camera but found it a few hours later, hidden in front of me to the right of the computer – How the hell did I miss that?

Liberty-Global Virgin Media went down.
I made a brew and fell asleep for a while…
A while? Four bloody hours!

Carer Jo-Anne arrived; I was still a bit vague about things.
After the gal left… Ah, it was Jo-Anne I think that tool the washing? I could be wrong; of course, it has been known.

No sunset tonight. Boo!

Found the camera.
Lost the eye drops.
Sadly no chance of any sunset tonight… Sob!

Took early evening shots.

A couple of hours late, these…

Very little snow left now

Then got the soup and put the potatoes and soya bits in with it,
then the seasoning. But could not find the mint sauce?
Are a lot of things disappearing today?

Looking okay to me.

Blogging for another hour or two.
Got about ten minutes’ worth of work done, Huh!

Carer Ayowoke arrived. The first time I’d seen him. Nice lad. He gave me a roster for next week, no Carer Richard in it! I asked if he knew anything about Richard, but he did not know him.

Did some more effort on this blog, but I still can’t get my head around the
NHS telling me to ring NHS 111, and then eventually, telling me to log onto the web with NHS 111. After having to log in all my details, telling me
that the Blood Pressure figures were okay?

I got the nosh on and served up.
Another part-canned meal.
A can of Asda Chunky Lamb & Vegetable soup.
Couldn’t find the mint sauce to add to it,
I think maybe it may have gone out of date? (Spit!)
Added vegetable stock and some Pertranic,
Cooked & sliced potatoes, just one finger knick!.
Soy bacon thingies added; the final bit…
Wholemeal rolls for me to dunk and dip!
And soon, I’d demolished it!
Eating every morsel and bit!
Flavour Rating: 705/10.

The late Carer was Carole-Anne.
Still no .
We had a mini natter & laugh. Refreshing!

acci-whoopI woke up as my ginormously flabby body hit the floor!
Landing conveniently on my bottom, but rather, unfortunately, the burst open .
It was the mess of sorting things out that got to me rather than the bleeding itself. Handily, it was almost easy to get me back up on my bloated feet and legs… The first job was to check .
I placed some paper towels inside the Protection Pants first, then looked over the pouch, grippers and tubing. All seems to be still attached.

Off to the wet room, giving the door frame a mini shoulder-charge as I went in. That hurt more than anything else did. Hehehe! I didn’t fret about this being half asleep; I expected that ,   and would cause me some problems.
Even joined in with an . Only a little one, but enough for me to knock the Germoloid, Daktacort and Savlon creams off of the floor cabinet. Then after the haemorrhoids were treated… the always ‘Painful-Job’ of Cleaning up and ointmentationing !

 After a multitude of Argh! – Ouches, curse words and loathings, and a moment of ‘Why Me Mate’ emotions, it was done.

REFLECTIONS

I was amazingly calm and physiological about things… at least, I think I was? That’s probably not the word I should have used?
It could have been a sign of my acceptance of the circumstances or my rotten luck?
I may have been sick to the back teeth (mind you, there’s only one of them left in the mouth now) of hearing myself moan and whining on about my inabilities, ailments, frustrations, Accifauxpas, Whoopsiedangleplops, eyesight, hearing, Cathy Catheter pains, shortage of pouches, and the seemingly never-ending Bladder-Infection. Being bald, overweight, Duodenal Donald, Little Inches Phimosis and fungal lesion, Peripheral Neuropathy, having two strokes, being shot twice, scared shit of going in water.
Now, there’s the , and the 80 40 0 lurgy. The palpitating of the mechanical ticker. The almost persistent No help attainable for things like the computer and letters that are either too small or complicated for me to hear, see or understand? This will, I assume, be due to the attention gleaned of…
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But I don’t complain…
Hahaha!

Diary & Ode for Tuesday 23rd August 2022

Up at 04:40hrs, and straight on with doing the. SYS 166, and the DIA was over the maximin allowed for safety. No idea why I did this, other than my EQ telling me to. So, I did. Glad I did, in a way, although the results of the Blood Pressure were way off the scale… literally, I’m afraid.

I got this result above from another site. Then sphygmomanometerisationing again. SYS 151.

The DIA, was still high far too high at 97. Body temperature had gone down by one whole point?

The graph that was produced, at this site, shower both results.

The first one had me well and truly into Hypertension three deep red zone,
The second still placed me in the top Hypertension two areas.

I’ll ask Deana later to see if she can phone the doctor to make an appointment for me. (In actuality, I forgot all about the blood pressure when it came to seeing Deana) Strikes Again!

Was knocking about again.
Arrived; he was still yawning as he spoke but at least got some exciting tunes out today. Hehe! We managed to have a little nattering session and a laugh this morning.

After he left, I got on with creating some tabs on CorelDraw, But things did not go well – what else did you expect me to say? Things went marvellously? Hahaha!
No, CorelDraw started crashing as soon as I tried to paste some Word work. It took me yonks to get everything back working again. Then Josie returned the things from her Sunday lunch. Glad to report that she said she enjoyed the meals. Well, that I ask for. Love the way she returns the paper towelling every time. Saved it going into her bin, I suppose. Hehehe!
The mobile rang, but I heard it somehow, but how? Got up and gave myself a toe-stubbing of the Grade-A variety!
I could not hear a word that the Eastern European-sounding driver was saying, not a chance. I tried to ask him where he was, but it was futile. Then he rang off. Then the intercom rang forth, but I heard it somehow, but how? It was all a farce! I decided I’d better get down to the lobby to help the chap out… I got the slippers on as fast as I could and down to check the lobby doors. No one in sight? So often this happens, the chap may have been at one of the other courts… or had given up, or had gone up to the flat while I was coming down?
Back up to the flat, and in the lift the mobile rang… I couldn’t understand or hear properly, but I think he was at the flat… Oh, yes, he was in the flat lobby with Malcolm and Josie when I got back. I could see the lad was in a tizwas, so I told him to leave the packages in the lobby, and I’ll take them in one at a time. Thanked Josie & Malcolm for their concern.

Which cost me another stubbed toe on the three-wheeled walker trolley wheel as I struggled to get the bags inside.

I eventually got the bags into the kitchenette. One bag tore apart through it being soaking wet. That cheered me up! Haha!

I opened the damp one first. The ice packs in the bag of fresh foods had split open. Oh, good, I said to myself, smiling happily. 

Not that there was much in that bag. The vegan bean pasties and chips.
Oh, and the vegetable lasagne. Not much in them, but the ones I tried last week went down very nicely, thank you, Hence, I bought three of them this week. Well! As I hobbled around getting things out, I made more mess walking the water all over.
Tomatoes, some orange ones too, The pasties, potatoes, vegan Oxo cubes, fresh peas and Strawberries for Deana and Carol, the gleaning lady who does not clean but does the laundry. A lovely gal. She sounds like a Geordie to me. I have time for them, always liked them.
The fridge: despite two food deliveries this week, the Nottingham Lad seems to have room left in his refrigerator.

Inchcock’s Feeble Defence: Well, with the weather being so warm, the room had to be found for the cold drinks to be offered to the Carers, you see? I suppose you’ve noticed the cans and bottles in there? Lager, Vodka, beer, gin & hits and gin & orange? Well, they are not for me, I can assure you!

None of the shops had any pod peas left or decent veggie burgers. Yet I found room for yoghourt-covered cashew nuts, chocolate-covered walnuts and bottles of spring water. Why you may ask… Well, I think I’m losing the plot here. No, I’m sure I am, well, have!

I could blame or , Maybe even the rattling banging away for all the noise he’s making? Or Putin maybe, The Doctor, who cannot see me, for me to tell her of how things are with Dementia Doreen, Peripheral Neuropathy Pete, Anne Gyna, Arthur Itis, Dizzy Dennis, or Memory-Blanks Belinda; for fifteen days, as I was informed this morning. But no, I won’t. It’s my inability to live with them all. I think I’ll take some extra Codeines tonight. I went to have a look for the source of some odd noises and took a photo of the now rapidly darkening skies. I can’t tell if it’s Herbert or someone else, but I can hear weird noises now and then, and each one seems different to the one before. I wonder if the roof of the flats giving way?

: Shaving, it annoyed me, even more, tonight, that no hairs grow on the head but do behind the ear-holes

I pressed on very belatedly getting this blog written. Hours later, I realised I’d not had a shave yet. Naughty Inchcock! I just heard some more whooshing noises. I’ll look outside; it might be the fire brigade, worra yer fink?

Nope, all clear. A gobsmackingly beautiful set of cloud formations up there tonight.Different layered.

Well, I should stop this and finish it in the morning, get a good shower and shave, and then have something to eat… ah, I like that bit of the plan!
Gotten Himmel! Look at the time! The Carer could come at any time now. So much for eating or showering. I’ll press on here then; I’ll be too tired in a bit to get owt done.

Aoki arrived and got the medications sorted. We had a little natter during the process, but she was wearing a mask (I don’t blame her either), So I had to partially guess at some of what she was saying.

Then, on to the important stuff, eating! Hehehe!
I was so keen to get feasting that I forgot to take a photo of the meal. So took this one on the left halfway through eating it. Gorgeous tasting too. The tasty baked-bean pastie, tomatoes, fresh podded raw peas, crispy onions and packet fires went down so well! I’d so glad I got a few in. Flavour-Rating: 8.2/10!

I put the pots in the bowl to soak and got down in the chair to watch some TV and fall asleep. Which I did pretty shortly. Zzz!

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OF ACCEPTANCE

TTFNski!