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The busiest day for Inchie, in how many years? A few! I tried to smile way through the ever-increasing mayhem I went through. And was not very successful!
This is being done ASAP on Thursday morning, before the arrival of the lift to the hospital. Still not sure if a Carer could be found to go with me yet – short notice given to us. Here we go…
Night pouch dark again.
Not a lot, either?
Ablutions, getting short of the Terbinafine cream.
Only two cuts shaving. Porcelain Throne messy again.
Someone (Not me) had flushed the WC. More trips to fetch water
Back-Pain Brenda complaining.
Yet another intermittent ailment now. Short sharp stabbing pains under my left nipple in the ribs? Ah, well!
Got the paperwork ready to be sorted, saved or Shredded.
Made a brew, and it went cold. Computer on and…
Back on in ten-minutes then… five later…
Fifteen minutes later, after resetting the box, it went back on.
Gave up!
Cleaned the hallway and sorted the waste bags.
Virgin is back on!
Computing again… for an hour or so…
Turned it off, as a Carer arrived to help me sort put my paperwork.
This took us ages and yonks.
No chance to get blogging again.
Carer Kara came to assist me with medicationalisationing and planning for the upcoming trip to the hospital. ♥ And arrange a visit to the bank re statements and my problems with the account.
During this we tried to find out if there was a cash machine in the City Hospital I could use, to make sure I had enough money with me to pay for the hospital & next week’s Bank meeting lift. I looked it up on the computer again and found this below.
Great!
Then…
Turned off the computer. I’ll try to get up early and get on with this blog sorted out… Humph! Cause Liberty-Global Virgin Media is going down tomorrow for several hours. (As it hadn’t been already!)
Can’t recall the other things that happened..
Did find this photo of the meal mind you.
I enjoyed it, I think.
And found this in the paperwork we were sorting out.
Lot’s left to do on this, yet.
I wonder how many of these crimes were committed by
Parole Board Wankers freeing them early?
Just a thought.
TTFN must dash to final prepping for the hospital.
That is if they can find someone to go with me?
Or (As they said at the hospital) no cataracts will be done
without a Carer attending with me. And I’ll go back to the
start of the waiting list. Please, No!
Cheers!
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On the bright side, the number of murders committed is only 11% up from two years ago. Mind you, two of them were by Parole Board released early; scumbags! I mean the Parole Board Scumbags, who are as guilty as the killers they freed, and got paid a fortune for doing it from HMG.
Surely they expected this with an abysmal cost of food ever-increasing? So, what do they do? Reduce the police service numbers. Still, it’s more money for their expenses and treating the ex-judges on the Parole Board, innit? Bitter? Me? Yes!
The overnight dark-coloured urine bag was removed.
Legs & feet not looking too bad at all!
. So, I did!
A closer check on the limbs. A smidge more blown, but not a lot…
Hard work passing, yet messy when it evacuated?
with the Phorpain Gel, sometimes needing three applications, but always first and last thing at night. Having this done regularly, I do believe it’s helped ease the pain a lot. Thank You!
Made a brew, but for some reason, it tasted horrible? So. back to the bottled water for me.
Arrived. And rang the TSB for me. It took the gal ages to get through, options recorded messages etc. I could not hear, but had to speak to the man we got… relied on Kara to translate – the man asked a question, I said ‘Yes’ Not recognised, I said suit again and nothing… moments later we were cut off!
Remember the Spanish Oligarch’s lying adverts?
Made a mug of Glengettie tea. Only four biscuits were dunked with it! Honestly!
What with a bank that has no branches open and a most unhelpful helpline staff who cut you off, and refuse to send you Bank Statements unless you ask every month! The Worlds worst, most vile, incompetent, Oligarch driven Internet, Liberty-Global Virgin going down for the 9th time in three days. Losing work I was in the middle of… 
Then, the Asda order arrived…
The freezer was full now…
The fridge too! I thought I’d done it again, ordered something in error when I found two bottles of Strawberry Milk-Shake. But in the morning, 
pointed out the ‘Free Sample ticket on them. The highlights of this order were..
getting the pink soda water (My favourite) on this delivery, at last. And also some Caramelised Cookies (My favourites)
I’d lost all the CorelDraw graphics I’d imported and doctored… plus I had to resave the work in another file name.
or
It’s a close-run thing, you know.
Oh, and some for the staff at Winwood Court. Cheers again! You can keep the rest for yourself.
A couple of photos were taken prepping the nosh.
Looking good now…
PAREIDOLIAING
Finally, I got around to making & eating the meal!
I even remembered watching a ‘Heartbeat’ episode…
lasted for less than usual. Replaced with fuddle-minded worrying of a vague nature. No panicking
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night pouch. Not much in it?..
The sight and star of my delicate area, Little Inchie, of course, 
A 
was nearly issued. Haha! Confused, I certainly was. The multi-aged, dried blood at the bottom of this taken-off pair of Ten pants was far less bloody than usual.
But the fresh blood is not there as a norm?
This session was like passing heavy, chocolate-covered ball bearings… eventually!
was in another foul mood about carrying the buckets of water from the kitchen to the wet room… yet once again!
I dressed… well, I put a dressing gown on.
Made a brew, & took a photograph of the rising sun from behind the flats… the sun was rising, not the apartments.
You’ve got to praise Mr Fries; he’s consistent in his failings and still getting paid a fortune for his inabilities. Pure jealousy on my behalf, of course. I’d barely started when the inevitable happened.
I strongly suspect I may have 
. Cause I woke up as the door chime rang four hours later. Oblivious to what time it was, where I was, or even if I was… Hahaha!
Oh, dearie me! Done it again, gone and lost the signal for the self-praising, oligarchal, figure-manipulating Liberty-Global, owners of Virgin Media, specifically the good looking over-paid boss, Fries, had struck again. 
service from Liberty-Global-owned Virgin Media Internet services.
Aha, a change in the weather.
.
I came out of it, and I was sat 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 sat briefly, feeling somewhat confused and indifferent to everything.
Chimed out. It was the sweet Angel of Mercy, Nurse Hristina from the Deep Vein Thrombosis and Anticoagulation INR, Clinic; she’d come to take my blood.
Sad to see Hristina leave, I put the kettle on and noticed the buttercups coming through in the bottom field near the tree copse. I think.
The evening Carer arrived. As he was preparing the medications, the mobile phone rang.
I turned to get the mobile that also rang… turned back and got a 
for my bother, then pulled my foot from under the chair, landing in a heap, but onto the recliner! Dropping the mobile phone.
Earlier shot of the feet before mangling them. Hehe!.
Feet after the stubble, tumble & mangling. Haha!
GORGEOUS MOTHER NATURE!
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. It almost physically hurt, not knowing why!
I instantly came out of the odd mood I woke up in. The second I realised what I was thinking.
The freshly, newly inspired, almost back to normal (not that it is anything to shout about, of course), but with a degree of determination, Inchie set to and tackled removing the attached 
Then, the 
were tackled. No fears or concerns about this, though. this was (even if only temporarily), The new Inchie; Brave, bold and brash, heroic… (Oh, never mind that bit.) A heartening start; there was no demand to utilise the toilet yet, so I was well pleased with not having to go through the pain of fetching water… at least yet!
Even weirder, I seem to have what I think was a water papules coming up on top of my left foot?
Got the dressing gown on, and couldn’t manage the slippers, but I’ll ask a Carer if they can help
ensured it was a concrete-like, bloody and painful event.
I think?
The sunshine nearly got out then! A close call.
house that’s being extended.
Oh, I forgot, when Carer Richard came earlier, he checked the medications and dates on the foods for me. He told me the chips needed eating by today.
fridge and recommended I had them together for my nosh. So, that’s what I’m about to do now.
Veg stew, with added roasted mini-potatoes.
Flavour Rating; 8.2/10.
launched their tormenting excruciation at me.
attached, I had an 
relented for once. 
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Heavens above! The feet and toes were swollen with liquid. Under the toes, it was agony to stand, let alone hobble anywhere. My balance was all over the shop, too. So I took the medications from the Carer and enjoyed a little natter.
An amazing coloured sky this morning. Not a good light for taking photographs, though.
was needed as the chap departed. So, I decided to get them done after the battle against the not-working/refilling W.C. water tanks, and hits mornings struggle was one of the worse in the two weeks that the plumbing mechanism was reported to Nottingham City Homes. For sure 
It must have taken half an hour to get it out, with a thud and splashing water – followed by complete and utter relief! Thank Gawed that the evacuation was out without any injuries; they were the odd specks of blood, but that’s to be expected. 
thing was that 
were not too painful at all. The first mystery of many today! Having achieved this first mission, the Dangerous one remained, collecting the water to refill the non-working water W.C. tank.
, along with a flash of 
‘s attention at the same time; just as I was going into the wet room.
, and save having to clean and dry things twice. 
Approx. 08:00hrs; 
I was going to do the teeth first. But another mystery arose; I just could not find the toothbrush? Had I thrown it in the bin yesterday? Or put it in my dressing gown pocket? 
teggie cleaning today! I totally forgot about using the shower and set about, with the aid of Dettol, Carbolic soap, nail brushes, flannels and the picker upperer, to have a stand-up scrubbing down… which was not easy at all. What with the extra-long tube on 
. 
I bet you expected me to tell you of all the cuts and haemoglobin flowing down, taking a circular route down my bloated belly, and joining the blood flow coming from poor Little Inchies ever most bothersome Fungal Lesion? You’d be right! A dollop of liberally applied Brut aftershave soon stopped the leaks. (Not on Little Inchie, I hasten to mention, I’m not a sadist. Hehe!) Just on the chin, lip and ear lobes – I’m not sure how I cut the ear lobe in the first place. It could have been a micro-shake from 
.
I took some anti-
winced, and that was that. Did my best to pain gel the awkward to get to try medicating
knees. Some of the ointment went on the floor, but plenty of cold water was down there to 
do no harm. Dried the bum well and applied copious amounts of the dearer than gold weight for weight, Germoloid Ointment. Dearer than the Germoloid Cream but much more soothing.
The ear and eye drops were put in; there was a drop or two that actually got into the eyes this time! Hehehe! I got the slightly less painful to 
wear but very costly new Tena for Men and P.P.s.
!
& 
The next snap taken was to the right of the kitchen window. Displaying the flats’ balconies and the gravel footpath by the tree copse into Woodthorpe Park.
Then learnt out of the window as far as I dare, with a good grip on the camera loop, to take a shot of the Winwood Heights car park below Woodthorpe Court, where I dwell in hell.
A confirmation call from Deep Vein Thrombosis, Anti-Coagulation Therapy, Warfarin clinic, Haematology Angel Hristina ♥, that she will be calling on me next Tuesday to take a blood sample for analysis & INR Level. Super news! 
I started the computer and opened CorelDraw to add the photographs of the day. And found that several snaps had not made it onto the S.D. card… yet again! 
I think the right foot was getting thinner, with less fluid content? (But this did not last long. She was soon all bloated & painful. Tsk! The 
keep trying to come up, but they soon disappear, but never for long?
usual, I glanced at the bands on the left arm… it was not there! You’d be gobsmacked at what I did then… (I was!) I went into the wet room and searched around… no luck; I Tried the kitchen, the same result, so back into the rubbish… I 
mean, the front room. Then, I glanced at my other wrist as I got on the computer, still not re
. 
What a 
. My brain is 
!
All of the poor-quality sunset photos and the one of the meal were lost into the ether, never to be seen again! It was only chips and bread with BBQ sauce, but I enjoyed it. Taste-Rating: 6.6/10.
will take care of all that for you!
This session was possibly, mayhap, could have been, was in the running for, very possibly, conceivably, in all likelihood, mayhap, ostensibly, putatively, very likely, one of the best, easiest, least Accifauxpa and Whoopsiedangleplop affected visits for months! Oh, 
! Then…
By gum, the legs looked so good that I took a photo of them. You never know; the Tate or the Nottingham Art galleries may wish to buy a copy? Hehehe!
Gathered the things needed from the table and then got them in my jacket pockets and the walker-guide basket. Got the items ready for departure. 
checks. A good job that I’d given myself plenty of time cause they were persistently double-checked. 
So, I moved into the outer lobby, which offered me a better view for me while waiting.
ensured, I got in a mess with changing the dates and asking Deana to change the bookings with Easy-Link; Meaning I went to one session when it wasn’t on – Missed another altogether – Then they changed the starting time of another meeting, and I ended up stuck in Bulwell for an extra hour & a half because the Easy-Link timing was not changed – Spent a fortune on shopping – Got soaking, sodden wet through, carrier bags, shoes and me dripping wet when the bus arrived – There were events, but I can’t remember them all.
So, when the man dropped me off at the Riverside complex, the meeting lasted for fifteen minutes. I decided to forget about going into the room and disturbing everyone. Having missed so much already, what was the point? Feeling pretty pee’d-off now! I wonder if things will ever go right for me again? Fool! What are you saying!
I decided to walk slowly around Bulwell until it was time to go back for the pick-up. 
store, Cheap food shop, record store, Farmfoods shop, hairdressers, Brighthouse and even a charity outlet! And others as well!
Sad to this, it used to be a great shopping area, with little things that could not be purchased in the vicinity.
I spotted a Liberty-Global Virgin Media power unit that had been blocked off Main Street. Somehow, I was not surprised in the least to see this.
process of totally destroying its good name, Mr ($23.6m salaried) Fries. The smoke & mirrors, money manipulator, con man, number crunching chap, who I admire so! No wonder the Virgin internet signal is so crap! 
Where was I? Oh, yes… I shopped at the B&M store, then went into the Heron shop. Then as I was window shopping, yes, some of them were still trading; I had a massive 
I got into the flat and took pictures of the view from the kitchenette window. Then put the kettle on the boil while I put away the things from the carrier bags and trolley basket.
Most outstandingly, when I went to the kitchen, I found a pan with beans in it, the oven on cooking something that looked like pork slices, and that in itself was a shock; indeed, I would not have bought meat? They must be veggie ones? Also, I found two frozen potatoes in front of the microwave
tune played, and 
Rihanna came in. Nice to see her again; she’s such a pretty young thing. Soon had the medications sorted, and I explained about the new doses and the Pentax medicine-taking to be checked on. I felt this was not going to happen
I made up the perfectly cooked nosh by adding the spuds to the beans and whatever it was that looked like belly pork but definitely wasn’t tasting like it.
expected it to taste like. Hehe! I also wondered where I bought it from.
Mayhap a search of the kitchen waste bag will reveal a box; to reveal the contents of the packaging of the product I purchased? Lackaday it was not to be. For there was no such box within. There was a white plastic bag in there that was not before? I took a sniff at the inside of it… Aha! That smelt like the vegan burgers I have? Guilt appeased!
I did some safety checks around the flat and hit the sack. Got up, did some safety checks around the flat and hit the sack… I had to get up later for a wee-wee. But I resisted doing any more 
. At last!