Inchy: Wednesday 27th September 2023

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Today, many a calamity-cluster!
Abated by precious Carer Kara,
A tumble, the nurse followed after,
Things got worse, thereafter…
Dropped a bowl of dishwater…
Lymphorrhoea Leslie’s water…
Ingrowing nail pains started!
Knee & back pains agitated,
But I was unintimidated…
Sorry about that… I lied!
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Due to , I’d stored photos on the wrong day in the file. So some may be from earlier, as I got myself in a muddle trying to sort them. Sorry again. if so!

06:14hrs: was leaking rather painfully as I stirred back into my mock-imitation, forlorn pitiful life. She was stinging much more this morning as well.
As I removed the night bag from the catheter, other ailments joined in. With what seemed a concerted effort. A  lets attack Inchy with as much pain as we can today. They were successful! , , and a rare visit from . The pain behind the left eye kicked off…
EQ kept telling me, “I warned You!” I knew things were not going to go well at all today – and boy was I right!
Had I known what was going to happen, I’d have hibernated there in the £300 second-hand shop purchased, c1966, welt-causing, uncomfortable, not-working, welt-creating, itch-making crumb-containing recliner.

I got to the wet room and utilised the first job. Aha, had not lost control completely, but I’d say was fighting back! The shaving went bloodlessly. !
The showering did not! The patch I’d put on was loosening its grip a bit. , and flowing freely was . giving me gip each time I had to bend or stretch. But the Germolene and Germoloids I’d managed to buy, did a fine job in stopping the bleeding for me.
Emptying the bowl that I’d washed my feet in while shaving, I got a little, but enough, of the shakes and twitches from , to ensure that I dropped the bowl of dirt water. Innit amazing how far water can spread? Come think of it, she had support from my to inform the befuddled brain of my physical needs.
The urine was a good-looking colour today. It kept changing several times later on from this practically near perfect to a deep orangey-red?
Little was jealous of the other ailments’ success I think, and the pangs and pains started coming from him, and are still with me tomorrow.
I thought today was bad… but having already lived tomorrow, they are not so bad!
I made another Heath Robinson affair and put it on Not the foggiest idea what I might have done wrong, but boy did the pain increase! Yes, it did!
seemed the ‘Ailment in Command’ at this stage. Even worse than the , this was a first!

arrived. Medications sorted, and the eye drops. I did ask the lad if he could put some of the Phorpain gel on , but somehow we both forgot about it. No blame attached, other than to me. I’m the one in pain, and I forgot to remind him. We’ll settle I think for blaming

Arrived, for financial & advising. Well, she was overwhelmed I think, all the problems I needed help with.
① Covid-jab appointment making.
② Flu-Jab appointment making.
③ She called the district nurse to get some advice for me on the bleeding. Told me they will report this to the nurses.
④ She tried to arrange a lift for the Audio Clinic appointment that she had made for me, but it doesn’t look too good – no free spots. The chap told Kara, that if any do come free, I’ll be first on the list to get a lift. He would ring back to let me know if that happens.
⑤ Kara did the eye drops and medicationing.
⑥ Checked on the Catheter bag for me.
When I went to find the Olive Oil applicator for the ears.  She even found time to come and pick me up after I took a Dizzy-Tumble. Bless her!
⑧ There was something else she did, but I can’t recall it now.

I thanked her again, and off she had to go, always sad!

I’d be Lost Without Her Weekly Call to Help me!

I went out onto the balcony for a look around, hoping maybe to find some trees or clouds that I might do some with.
But the clouds were very minimal and high and with my eyesight, they were not seeable enough really. But the close-up stuff was. Taking a shot of the end car park, I saw that the mudslide was receding at a good rate. No rain last night?
I opened the door and took a close-up of the car park area.
The mudslide had a sort of glow to it? After I on the raised ledge when getting back inside. I smiled, passed wind, and laughed it laughing it off, of course...

Potatoes on the boil. Then I searched for my new bottle of olive oil… Couldn’t find it, despite finding it hours later smack in the middle of the Carer’s table. Tsk!
Tea GlengettieMade the second permitted mug of tea.
Glengettie of course.
I used the Jersey Full Milk this time. Lovely! But naughty, Sister Jane says!
The Carer arrived, and UI left the mug of tea to go cold, forgetting all about it.
The mug was well stained when I discovered it. Testimony to the flavour of the brew!
The Community Nurse arrived, to look at the state of .
She took a photograph of the lesion where the fluid was seeping from. Then set about drying it and wrapping the leg from just below the knee, down and around the foot!
It felt better afterwards, but of course, I was being distracted by the presence of a young lady, manhandling me. Hahaha!
She told me I must keep the leg raised at all times when not moving about. I had to insist she chose a dinkie and or nibbles from the display.
She obliged me, bless her; after I’d told her if she didn’t pick one, I’d be sulking all day.
Which brought forth the first laugh of the day.
Hehehe!. She said someone would come out on Monday to change the bandages and check on things. Amazingly I remembered Carer Kara telling me she made the appointments for the Audio Clinic and Covid jabs for Monday & Wednesday, as she thought I might be tired after the trek to the clinic and it would give me a day to recover. Now that was kind! ♥ I mentioned this to the nurse, who said they would come on Tuesday instead.

Three hours or about, later, I checked on the leg when the Carer came.
He took this photo.
Looks like the fluid and a smidgeon of blood had started to flow.

Then it dawned on me – I would not be able to take a shower! It’ll have to be doing the washing stood at the sink. Which, will mean difficulties in getting access to certain areas that the shower spray usually takes care of. And on Tuesday, if they rebandage it again, an even longer period without a shower? Will I begin to reek? Haha! There is not a lot of escapage at the moment, so the chances are that they may leave it to get some air… or not. Mind you come think of it, it’ll be five days before they call… Ah, well!

The blogging will have to be cut short: if done at all. It seems essential that I get my leg up! There is no answer to that! Har-Har!
I’ll try to get a cartoon made, and an ode daily. If time or I’m up to it. Sorry folks. Evening photo of the oddly light night.

There are also three medical appointments to sort out and fit in next week? I’m not feeling too good about the coming week. EQ agrees with me.

Great meal, though.
The Flavour-Rating given was a deserved 8.5/10.
Would have been higher if I had not undercooked the potatoes. Tsk!

Fingers Crossed – I can’t cross the legs or fingers voluntarily anyway.
The worst of the ailments at present is the pain coming from the s Papules; a close second is the toe nail, which for some reason dosen’t like putting my legs up.

TTFNski

Inchy: Wed 13th Sept 2023 Lacking consecution today

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I found two different ones later. I think?

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Up at 03:30hrs: Nocturnal Pouch is a smidge dark but has been much worse. But also betterer!

The feet and ankles looked calmer this morning.

Early morning shot of the kitchen’s window blue-view

Porcelain Throne visited.

Computer on…

Carer Richard arrived. Alarm tested. Eye drops and meds were issued. The lad was at the end of his shift; he looked so tired out. I forgot to ask him about his Diabetes visit last week. If he calls tomorrow I’ll ask him.

Got the waste bags sorted out.
Kitchen shot, when looking for some Paracetamol in the medical drawer. There were none in there again. I’ve added the limit allowed, one packet to my Asda order and amended it online. Humph! That means I’ll run out again.

A phone call from the District Nurses HQ.
They will be coming on Monday 18th Sept, to remove the . To give me a chance to pass urine on my own. If it works, I will be Catheter-FREE!
If not, which I and my EQ, and medical history expect will be the case; A permanent catheter will be fitted for me, in the Nottingham City Hospital Urology Campus. My last experiences with the bladder problem in that place left a sour taste in my mouth, I’m afraid. While having the catheter in and out again repeatedly after each failed attempt to correct the problem, or even to identify it, I was in a bed without any curtains, next to a chap having similar tests. And having an I  could have done without the obvious comparing from people walking by!
He, being hung like an elephant and me with Little Inchie, my embarrassment was colossal. You remember things like that! Still, you never know; my luck has to change sometime, I thought – almost hearing laughter from Alto-Ego & EQ!

Carer Victor arrived. Did his medicationings and eye drops, and I took his Blood Pressure. This is how the Carers BP returns look now;

Afternoon view.

My ankles & feet, definitely improving!
Although toe-ends were still white.

Delivery of Catheter Day bags.

The INR Letter with yet another change in Warfarin dosages.
The doctor’s surgery rang with the details. took the phone and amended the paperwork on the Meridian folder front for me. A much better INR figure of 2.8 now.
There will be no visit from my beloved nurse Hristina until Monday the 15th of September. Sob!

Time to get something to eat methinks. So I did!

A cheese & onion pastie, covered with a jar of bean and soy stew. I added some Worcester Sauce and sea salt. Many slices of Milk Roll bread dipped in it while eating. Excellent flavouring! Taste-Rating 9.4/10 Grrreat!

Turned the computer off, and served up the nosh. Settling into the 1966, £300 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 to feast!

Did the last call, just as was drifting off into sleep. He did the eye drops and attached the night bag to .

I attempted to get to sleep again, unsuccessfully.
I got up, and into the balcony to have a look around, then to the kitchenette to take this photo.
Nocturnal puffer clouds around the sun as it dipped. beyond the horizon, so quickly it seemed to me. Lovely view!

Back to the £300, second-hand shop bought nine years ago, c1966, discomfiting, crap beige-coloured, crumb-containing, TV remote hiding, not working recliner.
But no interest was shown in letting me sleep from Sweet Morpheus. I can’t blame , ’cause he left me alone, not a single thought storm!.
I reckon I managed to get around 3.5hrs, all the same.
Which was a lot better than of late.

Hehehe!

INCHY: Thursday 17th August 2023

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The optimum words for describing today’s events:
Shambolic-Failures, Messy, Ignominious & Frustrating!
I can’t think of anything that went as planned?
The trip to town to get some Blepharitis Eye Gel, pads and Eye Spray, was futile! I got the timing of the bus wrong and waited for 36 minutes at the bus stop going. The Nottingham Citizenry in town, were as depressed as I’ve ever seen them. The pavement scooterers and cyclers seemed intent on making me as nervous as possible with the near misses from having my over. Boots, Wilko and even the Poundland shop visited in search of equivalent products failed! No anti-diarrhoea capsules, no Worcester Sauce nibbles, no affordable Germolene or Germoloid. Wilko must be closing down, the y didn’t have any kitchen towels in stock at all! The previously £3.25 Germolene at Boots, was now £6.29 for a 22g tube! It wore me out in B’s, trying see someone to help me with the confusing array of different products for the eyes – I gave up in the end!
On the bright side, I didn’t trip or fall getting onto or off the buses today. Coming home was a close call, mind.
No blogging as such done, so had to get up in the morning at 03:30hrs to get this updated.
Just time to whip in the photos with a few remembered details.
Utter Failure!
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A good start though…
Excellent coloured urine in the night pouch.

Into the kitchenette…
Tried to take a better morning view.

Took this shot of the flea-pit as I gathered the things needed for the trip later into Nottingham.

As Carer Kara say’s the new reading glasses will take some getting used to. She was right!

Had a few hours on the Wednesday blog updating. Eventually getting it finished and posted… but it was hard work with the new glasses and of course…
Gave up and continued with the
Just three . A semi-tumble in the shower, leading a hal-hearted head butting of the left grab bar.

Kara who called earlier did the midday visit, and I turned off the computer. I got the body medicationings done, and I consciously used less olive oil in the ears, Germoloid on the bum, and Germolene on the lesion and papules. My EQ told me I was not going to get any on the trip out. He was right, too!

SET OUT TO BUS STOP TO NOTTINGHAM
I met a resident and chatted with her on the forecourt. She pointed out that Carer Kara was giving me a wave from a high window in Winwood Court. ♥
Got to the bus stop and realised I had a time top wait.
The traffic island was in a bad state.
Looked like someone had pulled up some plants. Tyre marks on the once frass soil. Debris and waste dropped or blown on it.

When I got into the city centre, this is the first photo I took – and unfortunately the last. Despite my thinking I had taken several more, about ten I think of different area, for some reason, and I can’t figure out why, none of them were on SD card in the morning? The when I got back to the flat ones and later were though. A mystery as to what I’d done wrong?
I’ve mentioned the farcical shopping efforts, so will start with my return journey. The thought of my failing to so many things I wanted to, and not being sure if I had bought the right ones of those I did find in Boots, is embarrassing!

After my stubble from the bus (I didn’t go down!)
I made my way slowly to Woodthorpe Court.

Part of Winwood Court.
Paved walking area between courts.
Got inside and made my way up to the flat.
Feeling a little disheartened at the state of the shops, and thought to myself, “Well that was a waste of time!”

Got in the flat, having seen not a single person on my way.
More beautiful puffer clouds on the horizon again.
Something peaceful, relaxing about these?

Got the shoes off, they seem to have gelled to the feet. Hehe!
The pouch had soon filled up again after I emptied it when I got inside the apartment. Come think of it though, I had started guzzling the soda water again, the get the bladder going, as instructed by the medicos.

Aha, at the last of the day(2nd) mug of Glengettie tea!

I got the receipts out of the bag. Boy had I spent a fortune with all the massive price increases at Boots
This little lot for the eyes cost me £64!
I’m not sure that I bought the right Blepha either. This one had SOL on it, the other I’m using from the optician, has GEL?

The meal tasted Grrreat!
Flavour-Rating 9/10!

Much needed after what was for me, a hectic, getting upright and annoyed with things day! I think I must have looked a little mentally and physically battered, cause the care didn’t stay as long as usual… not that I can recall much of the visits.

I nodded off without any problems. Must have slept peacefully for about five hours of bliss… then… started, and knowing that this blog would need updating, I made an early start – and has only been down once up to now!
So I’m glad that I started early (03:30hrs )while the internet was behaving itself for once.
It still took me a lot of mistakes and self-confusion until nearly 12:00hrs to get it done though. Hey-Ho!

I’ll ask the morning caller if they might call the Doctors for me, to ask if I can get some Blepharitis gel for the eyes, And Rear-end medications for .

TTFNski, Each!

INCHY: Sunday 13th August 2023 – Accifauxpa Ridden

INCHY JUST MAY NEED HELP HERE?

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Testing.
Lighter than it was, I used the flash in error

A smidgeon of rain again last night.
Judging by the mudslide?

Front car park – made a mess of this one.
Blame .

Kitchen window shot to the right.
The kitchen window shot to the left.

A later through-the-balcony shot. Mudslide drying up quickly.

CorelDrawing, Odeing, then blogging for four or five hours.
Carers called. Nor phone calls, No Texts, no other callers.
And… this is true! Guess what went down only three times in
well over six hours?

Mug of Thompson Punjana tea…
and a pot noodle!

After the midday Carer, Rhamat called; she bought my laundry bag, bless her, as I was about to post the finished blog for yesterday to WP.

Now, time for the dreaded full-service
Shave, shower, nasal spraying, teggies, Germolene, Germoloid, Corticoid creaming of , Eye drops, and . Pain Gelling of , , and medicating the tube that is stuck in Little Inchy’s protuberance. (I cringed when I wrote that, you know!) Then when dried off with the towel, that came back from the laundry still damp earlier, Sprinkle some aftershave to stop the inevitable cuts and nicks I’ll get shaving. A splash-over with the Brut, eye-drops… Oh, I may use the as well… it’s overdue!
I May Be a While... Hahaha!

GC tooth gumI’m back – it didn’t go very well!
Certainly not as planned or hoped for.
① I thought I was in need, at long last, of the . I was wrong. I realised this after about 5 minutes of astronomically induced amounts of spurting (the pot noodle?) winds finally ended. I gave up!

② Got the teeth done; results can be seen above after I’d got dressed, 2 hours later, abluted! Haha!

③ Shaving: I dropped the canister of shaving foam, and it (as dropped things usually do for me) bounced off the side of the sink and fell right on the worst toe possible; My!!!

④ Getting into the bowl of water to do my feet medicationalisationing – I got a !

⑤ Into the shower, got the heat right, and dropped the shower gel bottle. I needn’t tell you what it landed on. OUCH!

⑥ My final occurred; I head-butted the shower power box. Getting a tiny little scar for the cut that I accrued. Tsk!
I did the medicationalisationing without any further injuries being suffered!

⑥ However, there was a late . Getting the Depend Protection pants on, I had a wobble getting the left leg into them. And against the floor cabinet corner… but remained on my feet!


I had to put the still-damp returned dressing gown on, as it was the only one thick enough to wear, as the weather had suddenly changed. The wind was howling now. It suddenly went dark when Carer Benjamin had been here for five minutes. As he left, I took this snap from the kitchen window. As I opened those mentioned above, I thought I would get blown over, so strong was the wind.
Murky?

Later one…
As I began preparing the late nosh…

Nosh Sorted!
Prettily presented plate of provender…

Simply battered balls and potatoes.
No-Butter butter and BBQ sauce, put on each half a potato with a bit of salt and vinegar on the battered No-Fish fish balls. Bootiful! Taste Rating 808/10! Ate it all up, put the empty food tray on the carers table, and fell into a deep sleep! Not for long, though…

Carer Richard arrived to sort me out. Although, at the time, I recall only wanting to get back to my precious, in short-supply sleep. Hehe!
A STROKE OF LUCK! (At Last!).
Tonight, finally, after a week and two days, of farting about trying to get the Blepharitis Gel tube to work properly…
It dawned on my impaired brain what I was doing wrong! How the heck? I didn’t realise it before; it beats me! I’d tried to apply it to the eye pad like you would with a standard toothpaste tube. Then understood I had to press the thingamabob at the top to release the gel. !
Ah, well!

As usual, being woken up again was no longer interested in letting me get back to my much-needed sleep. Humph! I nearly reached a state of stupefaction a few times, but on every occasion this happened, I’d burst awake with jolting, jarring, buffeting, twitch, tremor, juddering, judder! So, I cursed a little and gave up any idea of getting any sleep. And turned on the TV.
To find that replay football matches were on the channel.
This comforted me; the first of the new seasons’ Premiership League game highlights were showing. The first match was Chelsea v Liverpool. I nodded off into the land of nod in the game’s first minute.
Waking up with the regulation shuddering, flapping, and threshing about. Waking as the programme was finishing to realise I’d missed three other matches as they displayed the results as the programme closed

Spent what was left of the morning failing to get to sleep. At least the darned left me alone.

TTFNski!

INCHY: Thursday 10th August 2023 – An inextricable confusing day!

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So many hassles and ailments today…
Anything I tried to do, trouble got in the way!
The left leg kept collapsing… vulnerability?
The hospital doctor mentioned cerebropathy...
Thought when I get home, look it up straight away!
But Virgin Media did not want to play!
It kept going down for the rest of the day!
Shuddering Shoulder Shirley attacked at midday,
But she didn’t have it all her own way…
Shaking Shaun joined in: lackaday!
Balance walking, wobbly, made me feel giddy,
No time for my blogging & wordsmithery,
My DVT nurse comes tomorrow to take my blood away,
She rang me to ask what time of day ♥,
The opticians rang, I couldn’t hear what she did say…
What sanity I have, was drifting away…
EENT Clinic rang, about the operation day,
There may be some sort of delay…
Social Services are coming on Monday…
I don’t know what for, they didn’t say,
The Mobility Team on Wednesday…
DVT Anticoagulant rang; booked me into the faculty?
Sister Jane rang me, we were very chatty…
3 visits to the Porcelain Throne, they were whiffy!
Iceland delivered food, that costs pounds, over fifty!
Wen t to get things done ablutionary,
No hot water; the tap was dripping away!
The whole day was wrong, contrary…
Things seemed unreal, delusionary,
Still, no time to start the blog diary,
22:00hrs I started on the one for Wednesday,
There were always things diversionary…
I soon got feeling weary & wary…
My mind got into a bigger disarray,
Thoughts were going all over, thataway, thereaway,
I never want to suffer such an abominably, bad day…

Like I suffered this bloody Thursday!
Nearly midnight now, still need a shower someway,
Do the teggies, shave, change the catheter..
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Eye drops, Germoloid the piles and basically…
Get some sleep; hoping Friday will go less diabolically!
And my body will act less dysfunctionally…
The brain too, the day goes less eventfully
And, Cognitive Impairment Iris, plays favourably,

All day I’ve not eaten anything gastronomically,
I’ve just been so damned up-to-the-neck busy.
I’ll put some potatoes in the oven, quickly…
Do the needed tasks ablutionary,
I’m feeling better already…
I’m doing this ode, quite lyrically?
And face my problems bravely,

Not moaning, groaning or snivelly!
The upcoming appointments, medically,
Only the one that’s neurophysiologically,
I’ll approach a little nervously,
Funny how I’ve cheered up suddenly…
Not bad, cause I’ll be showering nocturnally,
I’ll cope with things philosophically…
I’ll check what that means in my dictionary!

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Worra Blooming Day!

Up at 05:10hrs.

The night Bag was removed.
Not a lot of it, and dark coloured too! Am I surprised? Then yes, not after the nightmare day, though!.

Waste bags sorted.

The was better!

First mug of Glengettie!

Computer on.
But not for long.

The intercom flashed as I got the spuds out of the drawer.
Aha, the Iceland food arrived to restock the freezer from my in leaving the door open for nine hours! Three bags of food were destroyed. Tsk!
The driver kindly carried the bags into the kitchen for me.
As I was getting the frozen things in the freezer first…
The watch strap broke. So I put it down on the counter, and continued to get the food in the freezer sharpishly!
Biscuits Galore. Not for me of course; they are for the Carers and nurses due Friday and next week.

Coffees (For the carers of course), Rustlers for Carer Richard. Potatoes and bread for me

The freezer filled once again!

Naughties?
Savoury nibbles in the plastic ottoman.

The phone started ringing almost nonstop for hours.
Nurses, Carers, Social Services, Fall Team, Optician, Sister Jane, and others. The computer was not touched again until late evening… but by 21:00hrs, Had amassed no less than…

The second and last mug of tea, Thompsons Punjana this time, was being gulped down with three shortcake biscuit sticks. No, I’m not kidding, just three!

I got a new strap on the wristwatch.

The Days Sky Photos.
All from roughly the same spot at the kitchen window.
Good Morning
Good later Morning
Good Afternoon
Late Afternoon.
Sunset One
Late Sunset Two…
Bootiful!
Early Morning

Now I’ll try to get a meal made.
Potatoes in the oven, and thought I’d change the night bag and get the ablutions done. But I .
So, got the burnt potatoes out of the oven… buttered the potatoes unsparingly, and added some yellow tomatoes, with a lemon dessert for afters.
Scoffed it all up. Flavour-Rating 7.5/10
And fell asleep again…

Cheers Middears!

 

Inchie: Thursday 18th May 2023

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To be perfectly fair to plainly and obviously agraphia-suffering Poetaster Inchie’s barely readable, distinctly… nay, regularly failed efforts, they are hogwash. Often depraved, pathetic and or bafflingly banal. He can’t blame Dementia Doreen his earlier stuff was crap, too! I think he claims it is his ageing-humour – perhaps!
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Inchie would like to lie and say he spelt Whippersnapper
on the top graphic incorrectly on purpose to test you.
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At this time, 17:00hrs today, I am just starting this writing.
I’ll just mention that the up to now, have been much better. After Wednesday’s performance with them, I was genuinely worried. And now cheerfuller! Please don’t miss the piece on “How I had a ‘Pee’ in my Dressing Gown Pocket”
I Fank You!

I stirred at 04:40hrs (thinking it must be time for the 08:00 Carer to call anytime now) and got the night punch removed from . I often struggle to do this. But it went well this Thursday morning… Always a worry, that is; something going right for me. It’s so unnatural, aberrant and nervous-making! As I hauled my overweight-bellied body from the £300, second-hand shop bought nine years ago, c1966, discomfiting, alarmingly beige-coloured, crumb-containing, TV remote hiding, not working recliner, the need for the arose. Realising how early it was, I decided to get the wash and shavings done after the ‘passing’.

The visit to the wetroom held more interest than usual:
was in full control. I sat sitting there trying to see to read the crossword clues (Wrong glasses on).
It seemed ages before the led-based torpedo was freed.. with more of a thud than a splash. No mess to clean up this time, at least! I whipped off the dressing gown and protection pants. Then wearing only , I went to get my teeth cleaned. But the new toothbrush had done what the old one did and disappeared! I was not too bothered because was playing up. So, I started to get shaved… This was interesting: The task went speedily or seemed to. Ten minutes and six cuts later, I’d got the job done.
This time it was the shaving foam I dropped as I was putting it away. How does everything I seem to drop bounce around and end up behind the WC bowl, hard to see and get at, to retrieve?
As I got the small picker-upperer and bent to get the can,,,
acci-whoop I point in the photo above to the area of the sink that I clouted my forehead against!.
I started sink-washing. Head down. When I got to the delicate area, I took extra care not to catch the tube inserted into Little Inchie… but I did. Hence, the started.
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Was dried off with paper towelling.
The feet, yet again, looked okay, not as swollen.
Then olive-oiled the ears. Germoloided the rear-end
Savloned the area under the hanging stomach.
Tried to Phorpain Gel . But Biot was not worth the pain of trying to get to her, so left it; I’ll ask a Carer.

As I came out and got the fresh dressing gown on, the . The Asda order had arrived.
Dragged the bags and boxes into the kitchenette.
Immediately complained!
At least they had some cheapo cheesy curls and
Caramelised Cookies are in stock this week.
Already in pain, I then had to tackle the water fetching!

I went to the front room and got the buckets that I’d left in there,
Why I did, I don’t know?

Noticed some dabbled spots on the leg?
Arrived. Did the medications, and he applied some Phorpain on for me
Later in the day, , then did the same for me. Been a smidge easier since.
Took photos from the kitchen window.
Then the sky…
A bit glum; it was all day.

Blogging all day.
At noon, a delivery of night bags arrived. ordered them last week for me. Bless her Cotton Socks! Great help, that was!

Blogging, on and on…Mistake-ridden, of course.

Left & right lower legs have new papules & spots!

Grafting away at the blog, starting the Ode, and the knee itched. So, I had a decker at it
Oh, dearie me! Dabbed some aftershave on it…
ARGH!
That stopped it right enough! Hehe!

Cleaned it up, no pain with it.
Just little bloblets appearing.
Gave up on the computer.

“How I Had a ‘Pee’ in My Dressing Gown Pocket”
I got the Borscht soup left over from yesterday (made too much!) and added it to a can of chunky vegetable soup, adding more shredded beetroot, liquid salt and no-meat Oxo cubes.
Opened a can of the cheapo peas, and tipped the contents into the strainer, leaving it to drain before also adding these to the saucepan. (Think I overdid it again tonight?). Got some potato chunks in the oven, and went back to watch the ‘Heartbeat programme. When the first set of commercials came on, I went off to get the peas into the saucepan…

acci-whoop & combined simultaneously on the right arm, and I knocked the peas and colander into the sink. Which:
❶ Fell in the bleach and citric acid-filled bowl…
❷ Peas fell out into the sink, floor & shot all over…
❸ I managed to save some peas before they hit the water…
❹ Which splashed over onto the floor to join some of the peas.
❺ The dressing gown, & my feet were splattered.
❻ I clouted my elbow on the counter as rushed about cleaning.
❼ Got a handful of peas in the pan.
❽ Set off, bending down to clear up.

Stirred the soup, checked on the potatoes in the oven; they needed a good few minutes more and went back to 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, to find that ‘Heartbeat was finished. Tsk!
Sneezed, and delved into the dressing gown pocket and found…

❾ One of the peas must have found its way into the pocket during the fiasco in the kitchen? Hahaha! Don’t know why I’m laughing. Off to get the meal made up at last.

Not too bad at all! – Taste-Rating: 7/10.
Went to get the pots washed, taking this shot of the sky
Eerie? But Pareidoliaiable all the same.
As I turned from the window…
I was so annoyed at myself! I’d left the hot tap running, and it was now cold water! Could have used the kettle and saucepan for hot water to wash the pots, but felt so depressed I didn’t.

I went back to the main room and restarted the computer. An Email that set my blood boiling had arrived, and at that moment started giving me some vicious stick. And he has not been a bother for months now, but he was back. He was probably giving , , , and support, in their combined effort to see me off. Not to mention,
, and the others.
The email was from…
I cannot cope with all this.
I need help!.
As with the banking problem.
As with the order on-line problems.
As with hearing & vision problems.
AS WITH .
But I’ve got none.
I am now at a new low ebb!

A resignation, a realisation that things are only going to get worse, brought a sort of ‘Sod-it-ness’ into my mind.
After an initial , I descried the futility of living. Doreen will eventually take full control.
I cannot allow that. No, I will not!

But help is not forthcoming, not even an understanding of my inabilities, patheticness, worries; nor fears.

Nice night shots. about an hour between them.

TTFN

INCHIE TODAY: Thursday 9th March 2023

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A bright morning with snow.

Bright-looking urine in the bag is good!

Down to just four visits today.

Email from Asda – order on its way.


Made a brew of Glengettie.

Asda order arrived.
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Pondered on whether to have casserole for a nosh?
Put the rest of the fodder away.
Fridge before and after delivery.
Note that it is not full!
Tried the Vegan butter later. It didn’t
spread well, but tasted grand!

Took some more view photos of the light snowfall. See
above… Not the houses, which I reckon must either have
a Cannabis farm in the loft, that, or they are so rich
that they can afford to heat the attic? Hehehe!

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The footfall in the snowfall, in the bottom field.

Later, a man and his dog caught my attention.
Well, it was the wildly wagging tail of the dog
mainly. Boy, that dog loved the snow!

During the day, I had the attention of Carer Josef,
Carer Adele, also & I think Carer Carolynne.
But since the arrival of
any name could well be the wrong one.
Sorry about that!

The snow gave us another covering.

Throne visit six attended. Every one of the
previous sessions were a watery-gurgling mess.
This one was the complete opposite..
lost out to the new King
of the Throne’s return – !
followed the evacuation.

Then, I walked into the door frame on my way out...
And pulled the  tubing
that was stuck in Little Inchie. Naturally, this left poor
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Undaunted by this mini-series of acci-whoopS,
I made a refreshing mug of Thompson’s Punjana tea…
Taking the first drink of it at the computer,
gave me a nudge,
and the mug and tea dropped from my grasp!
Of course, I took this in my usual casual, calm,
devil-may-care-but-not-me nonchalance.
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I was close to crying with frustration!

I made the meal of the day…
I’d forgotten about the potatoes in the slow cooker. Not that
I needed them; I’d gone a smidge.OTT without them.
The plant butter on the bread rolls tasted wonderful.

Did a bit on this blog, mostly getting things wrong, lost
all concentration as my eyes failed, and my head
drooped. I gave up!

Would you believe it? Another visit!

INCHIE TODAY: Wednesday 8th March 2023

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Not much gen today. It’s been another in-and-out-of-it day, up and down, and I fell asleep on the computer chair. Carer Carolynne, or Sam, or… came in and woke me, saying I? was slowly slipping floorwards… Hehe!

A smidge of bloody urine in the well-filled bag this morning.

Emptied the bag and bucket, washed and disinfected. Got the waste bags sorted. And called to the Porcelain Throne. Messy! Got the ablutions done, many cuts shaving, but nothing serious. Then… back on the Throne for the second session. Cleaned the floor.

Checked on the lack of food in the fridge. Hope the new bank card arrives soon… then I’ve got to get the details changed on all the sites… Oh, dear.
Off to get the ablutions done. No showering; it is too early to disturb folks with the noise of the drain and pump. Had a stand-up job. But it still took me over two hours to finish everything, including Throne visits three and four. (Yes!) Snf that was without doing the teeth (I forgot, Humph!) And didn’t medicate Little Inchies Fungal Lesion, Harold’s Haemorrhoids or even put the eye drops in! I did the olive oil in both ear holes.

Had a mock clean-up in the kitchen.
Then, much to my surprise, the Ocado delivery arrived. This was because Ocado takes your money as you ordered (before the card was cancelled) and then compensates you for any shortages within the next five working days, as I understand it.

The good news was that they had sent some Apache potatoes, and bread, lots of bread. I had a job to get it all in the freezer.
I pondered on having a can of the minted pea soup with some potatoes this evening. Then realised it was afternoon already.
Had I had another Mind-Blank?

Late afternoon, the first snow of the year descended. I tried to get some shots in, despite it being so dark already, with the hopes of catching some snow in them.

Got a few flakes in this one…
And this one…
And again…
Not sure about this wider snap… The snow had stopped by the time I took this one.
Carer Kara was here, and as she left, she handed me two letters that had been posted. One was the… The British Gas electricity bill… for
£453!

Got some tomatoes seasoned to have some sausages with later.
The peas & potatoes had lost favour!

No more snow, but looking glum.

Computer blogging and mistake making.

Oh, not so clear again.

Nosh-Time! (00:45hrs)

Vegan Sausages…
And they were Grrreat!
Added the links to the tomatoes. Which were
seasoned with sea salt, vinegar, basil, and
some imitation soy bacon bits too!
Sourdough bread to dunk in the tomatoes
and dribbled all down the dressing gown.
acci-whoopFinding its way between my legs vis the chest
and mould of the stomach and onto poor
Little Inchies Fungal Lesion. Not only that,
but it got onto the tubing and other bits of
So sleep was further delayed due to the need to clean up
myself, the chair and change clothes.

During this, I managed to misplace my hearing aids.
With , and all getting worse, there is no chance of reading the subtitles!
So, no watching football on the telly.
It took me until about 03:30 hours, but I eventually found
the hearing aids. They had fallen and ended up underneath
the 1963 Hopewells E-plan cabinet with the doors falling off.

I got the picker-upperer but had to get down on my knees. Why?
Because right at the back against the wall, I spotted my missing wind-up torch… three various tablets… the missing ultra-black-ink pen, a letter
from British Gas telling me I must update my cash card details,

Getting back up… Hah!

I got settled, took some painkillers, swore a bit and off in
a search of around 04:40hrs!

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.

ODE TO GLUM
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…
Cragknangles!

The bottom field.
Not a soul in sight…
Chestnut Way car park…
Not a soul in sight.

Goodnight!

INCHIE TODAY: Saturday 25th February 3023

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Sorry, no text, time, pains or Dementia Doreen.

Things are not good. Cheers!