INCHIE TODAY: Fri 3rd/Sat 4th February 2023

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Good morning!
Although it was not a great start to the day. There followed some great and careful help from the District Nurses. But the morning Carer did not show up.
Ups and downs throughout the day. Betterer than yesterday.
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So far behind, I’ll have to just do the few that I photo’d. And miraculously found memories from the chronically badly scrawled notepad.

CATHETER.

A blown bag of out-of-date chips burst open.
I enjoyed cleaning them up.

‘Red sky in the morning – Shepherds Warning!

The pouch fills up quickly.

0845hrs: No Morning Carer Yet. Blogging.

09:15hrs: No Morning Carer Yet.

Decided to take the antibiotic tablet, just in case they do not come at all. (They didn’t) The Doctor said yesterday it is important to take them apart in equal time periods, morning &evening.

District Nurses came to replace the Catheter. I mentioned that no carer had called yet to give me the medications. I was assured that they will be coming. With it already being 11:00hrs, I was not exactly confident about this. They did a good job with the painful (to me) job of extracting and inserting the new tubing and catheter. Working well straight away.
Thanked them and insisted on them taking some treats by way of a thank you. Off they went, and I returned to the slow frustrating job of working on this Thursday’s IT.

The new catheter was working well.

11:45hrs: No Morning Carer Yet. Blogging..

Carer Kara arrived later. I thought she had been up to the neck in it and was coming late from the early call, but no. She was not late. This was her mid-morning call. I explained about the antibiotics and my having taken them to keep the important timing right.
Kara gave me all the other medication that should have been issued earlier.

We had a little natter as she checked the taps and the stove and took the waste bags with her as she departed.

Tea and porridge, and I watched some TV for a break from computing.

Getting darker earlier.

By gum, changing the catheter has worked as a real treat.
Thanks to the two nurses. They sent two because
they didn’t believe last week’s crew when they told them
how tiddly Little Inchie really was. They do now!

I came over all tired and weary, just like I did the day before.
I was so far behind with everything, but I  had to just leave it
and get my head down. I was suddenly shattered!

GC sleep

Interruptions permitting!

I was soon in the land of nod. Zzzz!

But not for long, for I felt the weight of the catheter pouch as I moved into a more -friendly position 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.
I’m glad I did, cause as you can see above, the new catheter was flowing smoothly and persistently… which is good! There were only the very faintest signs of any blood, as well.

I think it was who came again. It may have been, and it could likely have been . Or, . I was so deep in sleep that I could not see much at all cause both eyes had fogged up; I couldn’t hear anything, whoever it was said, and with the ever-present ogre of…

Plaguing me in my current half-conscious state, I fear I recall but nothing of the Carer’s penultimate visit. Whoever it was. I assume I was given the medications. I did not as I remember getting out of the £300, bought eight years ago from the second-hand shop, Harold Haemorrhoid testing, repugnantly beige-coloured, crumb containing, virus-breeding, acne-giving, rickety, none-working recliner, for the whole visit.
In fact, did it happen? Was I dreaming? Was someone toying with me in my ultra-sleep mode? Was I drunk – I don’t think I drank any alcohol. Unless it was in an out-of-body experience in my somniferous early evening temporary hibernation with Sweet Morpheus?
Fair enough, I had been nibbling; the proof of that was the two four-pack biscuit wrappers I found crammed up my sleeve later. More of the nocturnal somnambulistic activities I seem to involuntarily enjoy?

I was struggling to stay awake throughout the gal’s visit.
And was soon back in the dreamland within seconds of the Carer leaving. I was totally done for, tired, drained, and shot! To make things worse, I was aware that with all the visitors, and my lackadaisicalness, I’d not even started the blog off yet! I foolishly allowed myself to imagine I’d get up later and give it a go. It didn’t happen! I wasn’t feeling good at all.

I was not hearing, seeing, or understanding what was going on.
And this is the second day of these experiences.
I look back now, and a dreadful fear of not coping with Doreen and the ailments, and thus going into a home, scares the shit out of me!

Another deep, preciously removing the worries, fears and uncertainty of life. Bless Sweet Morpheus!

Shortly, and far too quickly, I was woken by the door chime. And in came the sweet Carer Sarah. Her mission? To giveth me medicationalisationings, and, and had soon for me, and set about and to the day pouch.
On this rude awakening, thankfully, I was nowhere as out of it as I was on the earlier visit. I was definitely more responsive after I got over the shock of getting up too quickly. The eyes & hearing are still bad, though.

Sarah got the night bag fitted on. She emptied and washed the bucket from emptying the day catheter. Did the medicationings, and we had a little chat. She read some of the dates on the food in the fridge for me too.
Bade her farewell at the door, and I locked it.

Then I decided to make a meal. Huh!
One-handed, with the stick and night bag tagging along.
It was a mistake.
The meal was fine, but the mess I got into making it left me bruised and a mess all over the kitchen!


acci-whoop

Eating away, enjoying the flavour, I dunked one of the cobs several times.
Getting the second one, I broke it open… the greeny-yellow mould spewed out, and it fell with a splonk into the dish, tomatoes and ersatz franks!
That was the end of the meal!

SATURDAY 4th FEBRUARY 2023

ANOTHER HORRENDOUSLY TIME-CONSUMING DAY.

A SPARSE PATCHY EFFORT TODAY FROM INCHIE, SORRY.

The catheter contents were locking mighty colour!

Up, Porcelain Throne, wash, and got a mug of tea and the last pot of porridge. Sob!

Care Sarah arrived, and she helped me clean up the spillage I’d just made when the blown bag of seasoned chips blew up! Hehe!.
Pouch checked. Little natter.

Hours of blogging until the almost-expected weariness and mega-tiredness arrived. After that, I was drained and not good at anything.
(I seem to remember my Dad telling me that?).

Burnt the stew that I was making. Left the kitchen hot tap running.
When it warmed up in the PM, I left the damned hot water running in the wet room! Not a good day, and it got even worserer!

Sinking towards frustrated depression here! I went to put the photo’s on this blog, and can it be? They were not there on the SD card.

Then, for three days now, the mind went into muddled mode.
Honestly, worrying this is. As I recall, I was washing the pots for the eventual meal I’d made for the second time…

Which wasn’t too bad.
I found myself in the spare room, picking through my socks and seemingly sorting them? I carried on separating the short ones from the long ones for ages? It was like it wasn’t me, but a film I was watching?
It has to be said Doreen Dementia is winning here!
How do I explain this to the nurse next Tuesday; when she does the follow-up interview? Should I mention this or the following farce to her at all?

I actually left the junk room, and I started to make another meal!!!
Until waking up on Sunday morning, everything was a blur.
Ni idea who or if a Carer came, but the night catheter was comfortable, so I~ think either Sarah or Kara may have tended to it.

I am now fretting over things.

TTFNski

INCHIE TODAY: Friday 20th January 2023

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What a day. Easy-Link cannot get me to the doctor’s in Monday
Internet Banking farce. Kara tried to help in her own time. Smashing that was so kind of her. Had to phone the bank, with Kara translating what was said. And ran out of time; she had to get to work. Said she’ll try again later to get it sorted. Nothing is getting solved, and I’m spending so much time failing! I’d have been right in the Phoo if it wasn’t for her help.
So, here is a condensed, fact-missing version of Inchie Today, today. Thank heavens for the photos to remind me; too busy to make reminder notes!

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Bad night’s sleep.
But the wee-weeing was betterer, more of it!

Morning view.

The front room searched for the missing Nokia.

Carer, First time putting a new catheter in.
working well, new valves confused me at first.

Porcelain Throne. I think that Trotsky Terence is weakening his grip on the evacuationing… had time to have a go at the crossword.

Stripped and got a stand-up wash and shave.
Cut shaving, tooth bleeding, and stubbed my toe on the damned dangerous Sock-Glide Glenda. (Didn’t use her thought) No socks on unless I have to go out. This week coming, I’ve got three medical appointments to go to… So Sock-Glide-Glenda will no doubt have fun injuring me. Haha!

Oh, I left the hot tap running again!

Later, view after the ablutioning, medicationing and dressing.

Computer on, Email from Iceland.
Yes, that;s the order I thought I’d made for next Wednesday.
Pillock!

Iceland Order arrived.

I love those mini roast potatoes. But with them coming so early, had to open the packs and put them in lose to get them in the freezer. Not only that but to get the cheesy potato special offer ready-made meals in, I had to dish some of the stuff already in the freezer to make room!

At least the wee-wee was, I thought, flowing much better.
Until I realised how minuscule the new bag was! Huh! When Kara left. I was little confused with all the lava over the banking and decided to have an early meal. One one the cheesy meals…

Oh, Boy! It was delicious! The best ready-made tasting meal I’ve ever had!
Of course, I added some ersatz lardons and BBQ sauce after it was cooked.
TASTE RATING: 9.5/10!

Oh, the bag is full again.
Is the urine infection clearing? Smile...
Oh, no, it’s a small pouch. I forgot there.

Sunset through the balcony window!

Blimey, that filled up quick!

Carer Kara came to put the night bag on and give me medications.
Medicaitonalised me. Then went to the computer and in five minutes, You should see her fingers go! Hehe! She’d sorted the banking card out, now working, and put the new card on Iceland, Asda & Amazon for me! ♥
What a Wizard! Thanked her muchly.
I would have been struggling to do any of those things on my own. Well, I couldn’t have done it at all!

I finished this blog and got the TV on. New Tricks followed by Hustle on the box. What are the chances of me staying awake? Minimal comes to mind.

Morning Catch-Up

Mystery Photo
Any guesses?
I’ve no idea!

Worked on the computer for a while longer.
Carer Kara had set things up with the leak bowl on the

hand side of the chair for me.

A comfortable set-up. Thanks, Kara!

I watched TV. I Fell asleep, of course.

And this morning, I found these photos while searching for another…

Some old Favourites from years gone by.
Quatermass is just about my favouritest one.

Cheery-bye, thanks!

INCHIE TODAY: Wednesday 18th January 2023

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Jolly Good Morning.

Beautiful view – horrible photo

Not much in the

Off to wet to dispose of the accumulated urine.
Ah… Wee-wee in both bags, should that happen?

I broke the tube off of the connector.

utilised.
Got things cleaned from the mess of the evacuation.
Then started to get the done.

The Was filling quickly.

Abolitionising has been done, and I got on with the medicationalisationings.
Adjusted the mechanics of the as best I could.
The had been kicking off since waking up, but now she was really giving me some. Argh!

Finally, I got dressed.

Proper frosty out there now.

Did a bit of tidying up in the kitchen to make room for the arrival of the food from Walmart-Asda, although it’s not due for a few hours yet.
Got the waste bags sorted out.

Then, back to the . Messy, still.

Carer Richard arrived. Looking a little unwell to me. A bit worried about him this morning. Not that it stopped him from doing his usual comprehensive welfare checks on me. I showed him the tube that came off of the night bag. Within minutes it was replaced. I told Richard of the appointment with the Medical Monitor at the doctor’s surgery on the 2nd, and a temporary was enjoyed, when I told him I’d got through to the Easy-Lift people and arrange a lift there and back, in fact… it was a

The Walmart Asda Delivery Arrived
I was well-pleased with the driver’s attitude and kindness.
The driver kindly took the food through to the kitchen for me.

He put the food where he could find space; there’s not a lot of that.

Bless him!

They had some Potatoe Rostis in stock today.

And, unlike last week when they had none, so I ordered more than I needed. Cunning eh? They all came!

Mid-afternoon view from the kitchen.

Came to sort out the medications and do the Health & Safety Checks on the taps and cooker. She put my mind to rest about both Catheter Pouches having urine in them; She said that this often happens. Bless her. Then checked the taps and oven. Also moved some of the bottles of water delivered to a safer place for me. Bless her.

Sunsetting view this evening.

Arrived. Gave me the tablets. Told me of an electrical fire in a flat yesterday. All okay; the Fire Brigade apparently were taking photos of inside the flat. No one was hurt. Not sure when it was. Took a waste bag with her as she departed.

SHERWOOD SKIES TONIGHT
THESE WERE TAKEN OVER A PERIOD OF ABOUT HALF AN HOUR.

The dark cloud prompted my love of pareidolia

An animal with fire coming from its mouth? Hehe!

And then, back to looking dark?

Bootiful!

♫ FOOD GLORIOUS FOOD ♫

Potato fries, tomatoes (Bitter Italian [‘The Best’ Asda] Piccolo or something like that), mock mackerel in BBQ Sauce, wholemeal cobs (Buttered), and a pot of cheesecake. Flavour rating 705/10. It would have been an even higher score, but for the Asda Extra-Special Aromatico Piccolo tomatoes (Urgh!).

I had planned to watch a football match, but Sweet Morpheus denied me.
Although I kept waking up every few minutes, then drifting off again.
The moment I moved in 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, the kicked off. But, of course, it didn’t bother me. Tsk!

Carer Richard Arrived. Richard to the .
Got the medication given to me. We had a little chinwag. And he was off on his rounds. Taking the waste bag
with him for me to the bin.

Zzz!