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Allotriophagy Inchy: Friday 13th September 2024

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Good Morning. 7 hours in bed, possibly 4 hours of sleep.
was the main culprit. 
I’m posting a shorter version today, although it was busy. Very little was on the reminder notepad, which was rampant throughout the day. I’m using photos as reminders. But no doubt, the news will be chronologically out of sync. And details may be a bit unreliable. So, I’ll leave out anything I am not sure of. Or mention the uncertainty.

Missed the night pouch; I had this on the SD card.

Morning Views.

The urine was flowing well.

Later cloud photos. From the kitchen.

Massive seizures, mind-blanks, and ‘Out-of-its’.
I had to look up the names on the log-in book of the caregivers who called until I came around about 17:00 hrs.
Things stayed in my mind a lot easier after this. It was when Carer Chris arrived for the teatime visit. He knew somehow that I’d had a problem, as he said I was stuttering and stammering when he first arrived, then returned to my usual self. Very perceptive, lad.

Medications were issued, and he made sure I took them. Feeling a lot easier now. I
decided not to watch ‘Heartbeat’ but to get a good shave and shower session. 
Boy, what a change this time. Showering, shaving, medicating bodily areas in need, and shi… using the Porcelain Throne, then getting the PPs on has taken a minimum of 2 hours, one day 3! for the last ten visits, I think. Yet today, including the messy visit and cleaning up, I was out in… wait for it… one hour & 20 minutes! 
Super-great! But the quality of the shave left a lot to be desired. As I was drying off, I felt a load of stubble on the neck that I’d missed and found a few nicks that needed the application of the Brut aftershave to stop them from bleeding.

Carer Chris came for the last call. He removed the diabetic socks and his medications. We had a little natter, but I’m unsure what it was about.

When Cgris had gone, I got a second wind from Gawd, who knows where, and I titivated the kitchenette floor with the fancy speed mop. 
I then realised I had not put on the alert wristbands. Thinking I must have left them in the wet room, I returned to collect them but couldn’t find them.
I searched the cabinet in the main room. I even checked the waste bin to see if I’d dropped them in there, but no luck. I felt like a proper fool as I turned around and found them on top of the £300 second-hand shop-purchased, c1966, welt-causing, uncomfortable, not-working, itch-inspirational, crumb-containing recliner.
In plain view all the time!
Then I made a quick meal.
Potato cakes and bacon. Eaten in Milk Roll bread and dunked into the BBQ tomato sauce.
Lovely. But the cakes were undercooked a smidge.
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Incaged Inchy: Wed 3 July 2024 Oddly busy day

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I considered sending this code below to the Tate Gallery or the Retired Gaslamp Street-Lighters & Snuffers Association Nursery. The  Poets Association at Oil Drum Lane in Bradford. I think it may make me famous as an Odeist? Maybe to the Times, Guardian or the Sun sign me up for a weekly ode column? Hehehe! 
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0410hrs: I got up early because I couldn’t sleep. Well, I did, for , and even were taking turns in taking me up. So I got up. Grumblingly! But the last three days have taught me something. Well, a few things. ) 1) My eyes are not so bad in the morning but slowly worsen as the day develops. 2) I have to get up early to complete the ablutions, and I struggle with the evacuation. 3) To get my balance exercises done. 4) I seem to get most of the worrying s in the afternoons. And number 5) For the last two days, I’ve developed a new brand of episodes, especially today. Dennis used to affect me all over, including prompting … this version, affects only the top of my head, which is puzzling me. It came on at least a dozen times today, but they are always in the morning?  Was here when I had three of them! , one, she said I went white for a moment or two. They have not been lasting long, though. Haven’t come up with a name for them yet, but I will do.
Luckily, I got up early because I was not much use by the afternoon. I ended up getting into bed again, but no sooner had I nodded off I was woken up again as arrived. A nice lad. I finished the introductory graphics as soon as I finished doing the ablutions. I took some photos but not many; everything was taking too long with the eyes worsening. The were doing a good job. Naturally, joined in the pain-giving.
I’m waffling again…

Lovely light colour this morning.
Wet room duties.
I’ve misplaced the underarm ointment the doctor gave me.
The Hi-Pressure Compression padding is holding up well.
After tooth cleaning (I spent more time trying to find the few I have left than cleaning them, Haha!), washing & shaving. Could I find the alert wristbands and panic alarm I’d taken off an hour and a half earlier when I entered the wet room? No! Well, not until I gave up searching and saw that I’d hung them over the handle of
I did feel like a proper fool!

I got on the computer after taking the above snap… I can’t remember why I took it, or even taking it, but it was on the SD card when I got to putting them on the computer.

Carer Kara arrived and looked after me kindly and efficiently. She got one diabetic sock on my left leg, and the right leg did not need a sock, as it had Heavy Compression Bandaging.
Medications were given, and she said she’d be back later. ♥

My eyes worsened when Carer Kim ♥ arrived to do a domestic stint. She mopped the kitchen wet room and hoovered around for me.

I’d finished the top graphics, and Carer Kara returned to do the financial business. She is good at it. I had no idea what was going on as she checked the emails and letter from the bank. She’s like lighting, and with my eyes failing, I could not follow her. She told me nothing to worry about. Then she went to the bank site to check things on that. The same result, bless her. 
She checked the catheter bag for me.

I made a small meal.

Belatedly, I sorted the waste bags

Then I had to stop on the computer. My eyes were bad, and a tiredness of almost viciousness forced me onto the bed. But sleep was denied yet again. The dressing gown was delivered.
As I was climbing into the bed, arrived. He issued the medications, and I let him pick some nibbles and drinkie of his choice. I put on the new lightweight dressing gown. I posed, asking Israel to take a photo of his overweight, bald, apparently one-legged, deaf, vision suffering, rotten teethed, Colin Cramp-Ridden, Vascular Dementia suffering, Cartilage pained, deaf, Reflux Rogered, Duodenal Donald Ulcered, Bleeding Haemorrhoided, Fungal Lesion Bleeding, coping with Cognitive Impairment Iris, client, with his Boil-on-bum, to take a photo. Which the lad did for me. I took a snap of him with his permission. A nice, friendly bloke.

Took a photo of the rain.

I got back on this blog, but not for long. There were mistake after error, and my eyes were not good.
Back to bed, I thought…
I stopped to take this shot of the night sky first.

How beautiful it was!

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Inactivity Inchy: Thursday 16th May 2024

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

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

Murky morning view.

The first picture came out wrong?

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

JS order.

Some good grub here!
Fridge full!

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

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

I found them, but it took a little longer.
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Impotent Inchy: Tuesday 14th May 2024

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Red-tinged urine contents.

Morning view through the balcony windows.

Kitchen window.

Messiest Ever!

A lot of cleaning up is needed after the evacuation!

My right ankle ulcer seemed to be getting worse again. There is not a lot of pain with it yet, but there was plenty of pain from the  .


I brewed a brew of Glengettie tea and started on the blog. I expect more hassle with changes to MS stuff and CorelDraw problems with it crashing again.

Later, I took this silly snap in the reflection of the computer screen, which inspired today’s ode.

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The infamous mark or bodge is back on the camera lens, or whatever it is, again. Humph! Cleaned the lens again.


I hobbled out onto the balcony to take this photo of the end car park. I can’t see the blotch, but it may be hidden in their dark areas. Carer Richard arrived. He looked unwell still, which is to be expected with his bone disease. I can’t remember what it is called now, but he’s struggling. A cold drink and some nibbles were supplied at my insistence. As with Carer Kara, who got me my socks on because I didn’t want Richard to do them with the bending required. Kara mopped the kitchen floor and something in the junk room for me. I checked the catheter pouch, and medications were issued. 


I spotted the beautiful clouds out there and took these ones above from the balcony. As you can see, the blotch has returned again. I gave the lens another cleaning. Grrr!

The flipping burn scar on the hand does not want to heal. 20 days now, I think, and still it shows?


So much for giving the lens another cleaning!

I didn’t eat all of the meal cause I made too much.
But I did enjoy it! It could and would have been better if they had put some gelatine in the so-called Melton Mowbray pork pie. They used to years ago. I must ask Sister Jane where she gets her gelatinised pork pies.

I’m sorry there are no News Snippets today. I ran out of time, thanks to CorelDraw and MS making things so complicated.

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Thanks – I’ll See Myself Out!
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Impeded Inchy: Saturday 11th May 2024

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I spent so long trying and failing to get CorelDraw set up how I wanted it to be. I spent 11 hours between interruptions, Throne Visits, Mind-Blanks, and a Seizure, stopping the blood flowing from Little Inchie and nearly two hours getting the ablutions done & sorting out the Catheter Pouch. Little else got done. Carer Joanne saved the day when the Liberty-Global  Virgin fibre TV stopped working. I put it on early in the day to watch the news, but a flashing red light on the TV and a blank light on the box told me something was wrong, but of course, I hadn’t the vaguest idea what was causing it. I still don’t, but saviour Joanne got it going again. What a gal!
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Well, darker this morning!

Jolly unpleasant, but no bleeding.

Ankle ulcer flaring up a smidge.

The hand burn has now lost all its scabs. No pain at all.
The ablutioning took me close to two hours – and that was without shaving! Getting medicated took a lot longer than usual. The barrier creaming had a farcical element to it. I couldn’t get the cap off of the tube, and I spent an unusually long time trying to. I dried my hands and tried again. That didn’t work, so I got a resin flannel for a better grip and tried again. That didn’t work. So, I got the dangerous job of getting the fresh Protection Pants on and will try the Barrier Cream cap-removing again later. How to describe the performance of getting these pants on is an opportunity for a little humour, I think. The picture that might help you glean the situation is that of a two-legged, wobbly, overweight elephant with arthritis and cartilage pains in both legs. Neither knee wanted to lift or bend painlessly, trying to get into the pants. At one stage, lifting the right leg to get it in the PPs, and I had a bad-timed involuntary kick-off. I then  and tore the Protection Pants as I wobbled about, trying to keep my balance. Which, luckily, I did. During this altercation, I also knocked the pot with the Barrier, Germoloid and Daktacort creams in it onto the floor. With the aid of a small plastic picker-upperer, I got the torn PPs off and started the procedure again with new ones. Apart from being painful, all went reasonably well.
I Phorpain gelled the knees.
Got the catheter refitted, just the pouch to go on when the Carer arrives. Then, I returned to the infamous Barrier Cream’s unmovable cap problem. And Blow me down with a feather duster, the tube’s cap opened easily! So, in future, should the same thing happen, I’ll just try dancing about, stubbing my toe, and throwing the Barrier Cream tube on the floor to solve the issue? Hahaha! I felt like getting back into bed!

I took a shot of the morning view. It was well-lit by the time I got out of the wet room. There is a blotch on the photo again. I can’t understand why these appear at times and not at others. Mind you, it’s not surprising; there is an awful lot I don’t understand or grasp nowadays. Anything new after the Stroke is not retainable in the grey cells-well, anywhere, really.
The nose marks from the spectacles were prominent this morning.
, or began as soon as I started trying to sort out the new CorelDraw layout and options. My memory has lost so many things today, yet the early morning mayhem in the wet room came to me distinctly? I do know that the New version crashed twice yesterday after I’d changed some options. And I’ve lost many fonts that the program has substituted with ones that are nothing like the original ones? A bit like ordering food online, which I have to do. I’ve had some amazing substitutions. The best (or worst) was from J Sainsbury. I’d ordered some cherryade. That was substituted with a tin of Cherry Blossom black shoe polish! A close second was From Asda. I’d ordered frozen lamb & mutton burgers and got a bag of frozen chips in place for them! I thought I’d turn the TV on for the news. (Details under the date above)
Carer Benjamin gCarer Chris came to raid the nibbles and drink treats. Haha!
He reminded me about the Vitamin B12, and got the diabetic socks fitted for me. He also took the laundry down for me with him as he left.
The problem with the fonts was discovered. I’ve been bold enough yet to try risking changing them again, as last time I did, CorelDraw froze on me. What to do?
A few shots of the sky were taken. I think I’ve got them in order of their taking. Not much else is pictured, as KI was constantly working on changing the CorelDraw options all day and didn’t get around to this blog until Sunday.

These two must have been the first Kodak Tim snaps taken. Early in the day they must have been photographed, I assume so anyway.
I think there were a lot of distant contrails in these two pictures. I had to zoom in on CorelDraw to see them. Cataract Katie and Glaucoma Gladys, are why.

My much-missed walking through everyday tree copse.
I can still recall the aroma as I walked through it. Nowadays, I can’t even walk up the gravel path. A sadness lingers over this. You wouldn’t believe the pleasure I got walking through the copse. The insects, birds, squirrels, rats and I’d stop for a chinwag to each one every morning. Took the one on the right, and remember taking these two. The end car park area. I wonder how long it will be until the trees cover it completely?
Massive Memory Blanks.
Until I went to make a snack, I didn’t feel the need for a proper meal. This could have something to do with my eating loads of sugar snap peas, I think. I can’t resist the tasty little crisps, but not hard things. I intend to stop eating them when these ones I’ve got are finished; I’m determined to, definitely!  

So I had a quick-to-prepare, unhealthy, naughty, but very small, mini-feast of flavour.
A delightful dollop of tastiness and a little guilt with it.
I’m eating some flavoured potato chips from a packet, along with a full packet of the indulgent, irresistible DJ&A Snap Pea crisps and roasted peas. I also ate a tiny pot of mandarins in orange jelly. Oh, and a vegan cheese and onion pasty. Slurp, licklickingly good! But the guilt tinged it a bit.

Erm? What’s with the top corner bit top circle?

I got my head down after filling the Carers pockets with nibbles. Wanting to stay awake to take photos of tonight’s anticipated Aurora Borealis Storm. But it didn’t work out… Zzz!

Someone sent me this photo of it though, via email.
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I hope you will all get a chance to see the display for real!

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Impested Inchy: Thursday 9th May 2024

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Once I’d bounded out of the £300 second-hand shop bought, c1966, moth-eaten, bedraggled, grotty, cringingly beige-coloured, much-dilapidated, crumb-containing from my nocturnal nibblings, bug-ridden, itch-inspiring, not working recliner, and did some press-ups, opened the balcony window and sang out my joys of life to the local populace, Belting out “Oh What a Beautiful Morning”. Alright, I’ll start again!
04:50hrs: I reluctantly stirred from my slumber and measuredly mused over why I had bothered doing so. My EQ warned me this would be another day of misalignments, misapprehending, misbegotten, miscegenated, miscellaneous, misdiagnoses, mithering, miscommunications, miscomprehensions, miserableness, misfortunes, misgaugings, mistaking, misgivings, moaning, mental-molestations, mind-manglings, social-mutations, much memory meandering, muddled-headedness, minacious, mendaciousness, along with the routine everyday Whoopsiedangleplops, Accifauxpas and muck-ups! 
How right he was!

Things seemed to be going alright to start with. The nocturnal night pouch was a great colour, a good start! Then
off to the wet room. My ablutions were started with a visit to the Porcelain Throne. now in full total control again.
A painful, blood-inducing session; the Torpedo was extremely solid this morning. More of a kerplunk than a splash, maybe a thud!

I took these three shots on the right with Kodak Tim. Of the state of the burn scar over three hours or so. It’s improving all the time. The scab keeps getting looser, with the occasional bit more dropping off.
There is just one bit left attached. I bet that will be gone the next time I catch the hand. Even if I put it in my dressing gown pocket, that should be enough to tug it off. It’s very loose, but I’m resisting picking at it. Hehe!.

in the wet room. Carer Kara later put a plaster on the nail for me and took this snap of it with Kodak Tim. Thanks!
After finishing the washing, shaving, cleaning the bleeding teeth, and carrying out the medicalisationing of the various parts of my body in need, I struggled to get into my fresh diapers… nappy… no, My secure Men’s Protection Pants. Hehehe!
I took this snap through the balcony doors of the morning’s sky view offerings. I recorded it on the notepad before starting my blog update. The rest is from photos and a very mixed memory, as this turned out to be another interruption-filled day; I’ll tell you why later. Well, I’ll start now while it’s fresh in my cerebrum. I got on the computer as Carer Christopher arrived. I’d just had time to realise that something was stopping me from typing anything in MS Word and this blog! My mind was concentrating on what the problem was, and of course, the unavoidable interruption did not help me concentrate on the multiple activities. Sad,I know! Chris issued the medication, scoffed and took some nibbles and drinks (which I insisted on). And off he shot, a busy lad today it seems. I recalled my working days with a touch of joy, sadness, and a sorrowfully harrowing recognition of my underachievement.
Back to the .
Which, apart from the odd photo break and with all the interruptions, took me up to  20:25hrs. And serious and niggling problems, that have still not been rectified. Anyway, I’ll try to get them in some sort of order chronologically. He say’s

After spending so many hours yesterday on it and not working out, today’s new problem was investigated with blind experimental hope, using Google for advice and throughout, I suffered a feeling of doom and gloom!
The keyboard was cleaned up, the batteries were renewed again, and the USB thingamajig was removed, cleaned, and returned. This did not help at all. 
So once more, the mouse was checked over and rebatteried. I’ll have to get some more ordered soon!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Afternoon and evening shots were taken.

I’ve had easier days. I recall having such a one in 1969.

Oh… I nearly forgot to mention it, I can’t find my hearing aids or wind-up torch. Well, fancy that!

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Implicated Inchy: Tuesday 7th May 2024 – More Mayhem

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05:10hrs: I woke up in the 966, £300 Oxfam charity shop bought, second-hand, wincingly grotty, beige coloured, crumb-covered from my nocturnal nibblings, itch-making, uncomfortable, positively unhealthy & dangerous, no longer operational, virus-breeding, easy-to-fall-out-of, Catheter-tube-trapping, recliner.
And released the catheter nocturnal bag from the day bag pouch. Again, a decent colour of urine had been passed overnight.
As the signs from the innards indicated a change in mode to a Trotsky Terence one, I decided to make my way to the wet room without delay. A good job I did, too. The motion started as I lowered my bottom onto the plastic Porcelain Throne cover!
The spray was almost spitting-like, out all over the WC furniture and my bum and bottom. Took me ages to get it all cleaned up.
My plump, short legs were holding up the catheter bag pouch well today. Then, the bag suddenly split open down one side. Being a cunning, if pathetic DIYer, I repaired it with some of the Elastoplast and Elephant tape I had to hand and refitted it.
I topped up the Nurse’s and Carer’s nibble boxes and went on the computer for a while. I can’t say precisely how long the computing went on as another darned Mind-Blank took me over. It might have been Carer Marie; she kept coming into my mind, and her suspicious smile was in there somewhere. I found this photo in the morning of where I’d left the diabetic socks in view to remind me to ask for them to be put on. They were on my legs alright, now. Back with it, I decided to make up some bottles of spring water, adding a little cordial to a few bottles. Off to the kitchenette, I poddled!
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After making the drinks, I decided that, as I had the funnels out, I’d make some spray with an antiseptic disinfectant that I used to sprinkle in the catheter urine jug and waste bins. I made the mix and poured it safely and freely into the sprayers.
One: As I turned away to take the filled bottles, I knocked the topless disinfectant bottle off the draining board. I made a barb for it and sprayed the liquid out of the spout. It landed on my dressing gown, which got soaked. Then I dropped the bottle on the floor, which swizzled around, distributing the rest of its contents over the kitchen floor. I did not burst into tears! I just cursed vigorously. But I did consider crying an option! I decided to take some shots from the window, as not many had been taken with all the seizures. I genuinely wish that I hadn’t bothered now.
TWO: Now, the photos themselves came out pretty decently. In fact, I was pleased with the results.
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As I closed the window yet again, my sleeve caught the kitchen knife box, knocking it to the floor. A degree of spitting was used in conjunction with foul language, self-insulating, and loathing outbursts that lasted for a good while. What the hell Mary in the flat below must think of me?
Well, it doesn’t take much imagination. Sorry, Mary! ♥

I set about cleaning the kitchenette floor again.
I used the Speed Mop this time to save time and bending down to wring out the big mop.
Things are looking better now in the kitchen.
But not with WordPress and or the computer I’m using.

I am having all sorts of failures. I’ll whip on what I’ve got and try to post it. Sorry about this. Google has given up on me. I’m Trying Firefox now.


Fingers crossed!

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Inchy: Mon 6th May 2024 Problems Galore!

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Sorry for the missing regulars today. It was not a good day mentally, frustratingly, Whoopsiedangleplopwise, or medically.
In the midst of trying to sort out so many things that had gone wrong, I’d done incorrectly or failed. Several seizures visited me throughout the afternoon. These, I would have thought, would give me a break or rest of sorts. But, no. I was drained mentally and physically, earlier than ever in the day. I’ve got scribbled notes for the first few hours, so there is some gossip to tell. Hehe!
I imagine that last night’s tumbles played a part in the day’s struggles and tribulations today.
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Jolly good colouring.

The burn scab had lost a few bits.

The ablutions seemed to go well, but of course no showering yet, too early in the day. The noise from the drain may bother my fellow oldies and cost them sleep.

Made up some waste bags for collection.
Carer Chris arrived. Guesstimation here.No, it was Caregiver Richard. His foot was still playing him up.

Made a brew of Glengettie tea and got the computer on. I was already well behind and about to get worse. This is when the ‘Out-of-its’ started off.

Notepad scribble consulted: Not that I could read much of it. Did I really write that small? I must be mad. A lot of it was illegible.
The fonts on the computer had changed on all MS programmes. The Helvetica font was now changed to Arial on all the MS sights… or even sites. Yet I could use it on CorelDraw? I lost hours searching for help with the problem. All seemed hopeful until I tried to follow the instructions, as with all four sites’ advice; the task got more complicated than it got me into dangerous ground of changing options, and what they suggested was not on the page they’d led me to. Afternoon, Carer Marie arrived and saw me, I carried on searching and trying things not too technical to solve the problem. I even uploaded different fonts Google said were very similar to Arial. Ha! Not on MS, they weren’t! They all changed as soon as I tried to use them. I’ve got hundreds of unwanted fonts now taking up valuable memory. Tried to delete them and found for various reasons, I was told if I delete this font, things will not appear the same on work done? Summat like that, repeatedly! I gave up altogether and did no more work on this blog until now, Tuesday AM, 07:00hrs.
I started to concentrate on CorelDraw, and it froze! I turned off the computer really early in the afternoon.

Frustrated!
But over time, I did get to take some photos of the sky & clouds from the kitchen window.
First two.
The blotches back on the camera lens.
I cleaned them, we’ll see on the next ones.
I can’t tell if the blotches were there or not.
Ah, yes, this time I saw them.
I’ll try cleaning the lens again.

Had an early meal.
Ham sandwiches and chips. I forgot about the tomatoes. Tsk! A pot of ketchup with pickles to dip the sandwiches in. Hehehe! Mandarins in an orange jelly dessert pot. Nice!

Carer Chris called for the last two visits.

I fell asleep in the itch-creating, bruise-giving, catheter-tube-tugging, crumb-decorated from my nocturnal nibbling, God-awfully uncomfortable, cringingly grotty, no longer working, dirty beige, anti-sleep designed, c1966, second-hand bought for £300 ten years ago from the charity shop, recliner.
But I was waking up every few minutes. There were no tonight at all.
Talk about broken sleep! It was instead of the ankle shocks, it was to blame. It was purgatory waking up so often, then chewing over the put-downs and mocking coming from within my poor brain. 

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Indicative Inchy: Tuesday 2nd April 2024

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04:30hrs: I bounded lively out of the second-hand ex-hospital bed, yodelling with joy, got down, and did 100 press-ups. This was followed by 100 toe touches and some shadow-boxing for around 15 minutes or so… I suppose you know that the above is tommyrot, and  ? Well, the 04:30hrs bit is true. The truth? 04:30hrs; I was rudely awoken by giving me grief. I lay there after they’d stopped, all warm and snug. I decided to stay there for a while longer… But no! The innards then burst into a threateningly long, gassy rumble! No choice now; I had to get to the ASAP! Which took me a lot longer than it should have. Why? I’ll tell yer! Hehe!
I stubbed my toe on the bed leg in my haste. I swore briefly. Then dropped the
and the tube pulled and bled away, not to mention the pain (Oh, I did, sorry).
As I neared the , it became obvious that I was not going to get there quick enough for me to get the dressing gown and pants down in time! 
! Tore the pants getting them down, and lifted the dressing gown up – else I’d never have made it. The evacuation, well it was the worst ever session, ever. Especially with some of it getting splashed onto me, the bowl, the lid and the floor. And wasn’t a quick one either. I felt as if someone was turning a tap on and off in my innards!
Then, of course, I had to clean the mess up, which took me about an hour, I think. Next, I medicationalised the tender areas. I olive-oiled ears, sprayed my eyes, and applied barrier cream. I Germolened and Germoloided the more delicate departments. I mopped the floor as a supposedly final gesture, not knowing I’d be back in there within minutes. Oh, yes, I’m so glad I haven’t passed on my genes and chronic luck to an offspring! 

I made up the waste bags into one. And realised that I was still carrying the night pouch around with me. What an absolute plonker!
As I was about to go into the wet room with the intention of emptying the pouch, it was a saviour that I was where I was just outside the wet room door; an evacuation started immediately of its own accord this time. It was a rush and semi-panic again, but I did get here in time. With all the cleaning up from these two Trotsky Terence visits, I had two tubes from the toilet rolls I’d just put in the bag, and I finished another one here! Leaving the wet room, I was aware of the dangers of my habit of walking into the doorframe, so kept my good eye on the spacing, clever that I thought… …I tripped, banging the side of my mouth. Naturally, for me, anyway, I found afterwards that , and I had another broken tooth. Extra Codeines taken.

and Gragnagles! I got the computer on and was using CorelDraw, but the delete button stopped working on the keyboard! Then, the mousse scroller went on strike as well.
Being the confused creature I am, all I could think of doing was change the batteries in the keyboard and mouse, so I did. Nothing changed.
A Dark, Dank Depression came over me. Also, I think I had a Seizure. When I came out of it, I was on the bed?

I nervously tackle the computer again. It seemed to be working, not the delete button, but the mouse at least scrolled. stayed with me ever since. And so did , for another bash on the Throne. Not so bad this time, mind you, but had the first visit been like this, I would not have appreciated how bad it wasn’t… anyone following this cause I’m struggling. Hehehe!.

Arrived. She was coughing a bit still. She was kind enough to check the dates on the stuff in the fridge, not that there’s much left in there other than opened sauce jars, visitors’ drinkies, and the pasty I’ll have tonight. Either I’ve lost the photo, or I’m going mad.

The wee-wee is not coming so fast today. And I’ve been trying to drink more after the farcical, ridiculous, losing battle I had in the wet room. Humph!
Carer Kara came. Usual visit and Domestic today. I was so glad at last to get some help. 
The gal set to cleaning the kitchen and wet room; both were in need, too!
Kara didn’t have time to do the Banking this visit. She’s a good gal. She said she’d look at something but couldn’t remember what. Tomorrow is when she calls. Bless her cotton socks.
I realised that I had made an . I took this photo this morning and forgot to put it in. Better late than wotsit? Haha!
I got some potato cubes from the freezer and got them sorted out, getting rid of those I could that had the dreaded eye roots in them. These were Sainsbury’s, too, not Asda (Walmart). They probably get them from the same place. 
A late afternoon shot taken at great risk of knocking over the knife block (I’ve nowhere safer to put it) or catching my finger closing the window. Haha!
Very tasty!
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Have a great day!

Inchy: Sun 28 Jan 24: Memory blanks

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It is Monday, and I’ve just returned from the diabetic meeting in Riverside Bulwell. I finished early, so I spent more money on food as I called in three shops, fed the birds on the river Leen, got soaking wet, and am about to start this blog for Sunday… When, if I’ll ever gear Mondays done, I don’t know. 
It’s a quickie for me.

Ode hue to some photos today?

Yellow creeping into the waste bags made up?

Topped up the treats box on the carer’s table. At least the colour came out right this time.

Morning kitchen view.
I don’t know how I took two?
But this blue hue was true!

Planned on beans & bacon. Trimmed of excess fat, and cut the bacon into little chunks.
Put them on a tray…
And into the fridge for later.

The sparse notes I’d written on the pad and could read told me that called, followed by many lines of indecipherable claptrap. Huh!
More meaningly scrawling, and many hours simply lost altogether, until Carer Richard arrived. He checked the medications drawer… then, I found ‘scqottied’ that I’d written that I spotted. No idea?

Evening shots.
As night fell.

Managed another mystery photo. It may be me in the reflection of the balcony windows? Humph!

I think I added some tomato passata and chunky veg sauce to it? Can’t give a score or recall eating it, even after seeing this picture. I ate a lot of bread with it, I think? Hehehe!

Vaguely recall Richard, I think, doing the last call.
No ankle or leg strappings were on when I woke up the next day. But then again, it makes sense that I must have asked him not to put them on, knowing that I intended to get up early and get the ablutions and day clothes on for the Clinic Visit.
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From your aged Snobographer-Odeist!

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Oh, forgot the answer to the quiz… Tsk!

Bet you got it?