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INCHIE: Wednesday 26th July 2023 – Liberty-Global owned Virgin Internet down only nine times today!

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WEDNESDAY 26th JULY 2023

This morning was one of my betterer ones. Why? I’m not sure, but then again, my being unsure, uncertain, unsettled, and unconvinced of my own plans, thoughts, intentions, desires, needs, wants, cravings, emotions or intentions, is nothing new. A degree of semi-perkiness filtered through at first. I lay there on the £300, second-hand, most uncomfortable,  decrepit, Haemorrhoid Harold-testing, creaking, sleep-deterring, nauseatingly beige-coloured, not-working, recliner, with a lack of frustration and depression. Enjoying this lack of worry and fear for a few moments.
I took a photo of the good colour of the night pouch urine. This respite ended when an ailment I’d not suffered for many weeks arose: A , which soon changed my mood. The leg fell off of the chair, clunking down into the drip tray and night, as the once-attached day bag on , falling down to my ankle, straps breaking apart! Skullgranglebonks! What a mess I had to sort out! I reckon it took me an hour to sort things out.
The night pouch attached to the urine in the Catheter day bag was of the Grade 4 colour on the NHS Guide card. Took a while to get it off, though.

& were the next activities for the now very frustrated me.
Four nicks shaving. Lost balance getting the PPs on, and another new bruise acquired on the bum methinks.

The computer was turned on, and updating of yesterday’s blog commenced. Concentration was minimal, though.
I took this rather sad photograph of the morning’s mudslide, through the windows of the balcony. Not much there today.
I took this shot of the front car park on Chestnut Walk, also through the window. Cause it was a bit windy, and a little drizzle coming in my direction.

The ever unreliable Oligarchs of failed again.
And still, their Mafia-type-looking boss, Mr Fries gets his annual salary of $26 million… plus guaranteed bonuses in the form of shares in the Financially vast ! Jealous? Me? Yes!

Carer Shaquille arrived. The lad was in a good mood today. We managed a natter and laugh as he did the eyedrops, medications, medicines, and then the second eye drops for me.

The Iceland order arrived within minutes of Shaquille leaving.
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I could have sworn I ordered this delivery for Thursday 3rd August next week! It seems another cock-up was added to Inchy’s vast collection of & .
Made worse, because there was no room to store the fresh products and frozen! Another Inchy calamity!
The fridge freezer was the fullest it’s ever been! I even had to remove some stuff and dish it to make room for the new things. ! I solved this problem by gifting some of the stuff to people who have helped me, later in the day. The by now assuredly bursting-at-the-seams refrigerator was soon emptied a little when some fodder was gifted.
Still, I should last for food for a day or two now. Haha!
Later, Carer Kara checked the dates for me. Some things had only two days left, but I forgot to write down which they were, and just cannot read the dates even with the spy-glass. The cataract-done eye is worrying me a smidgen, being so bad.
I was a little concerned as to why I bought bananas. I’m sure there was a reason why I’d stopped buying them… but have no idea what it was? However, I polished one off straight away!

Fortunately, the domestic arrived just as $25million salaried Mr Fries went down again. She accepted a bag of goodies, which helped me free some space in the fridge freezer, bless her, that helped my conscience.

Back onto the now-working internet...
For about five minutes and down it went once more.
Sickening, innit!

Carer Kara arrived to offer me help with the finances. What a blessing she is! Kara got into my online bank account and paid yet another bill I’d received earlier in the day, to pay CT4N Easy-Link. Last week we asked for the full amount of money I owed, £79 it was I think, and Kara paid it for me. Now I have another bill? And I’m paying cash for each trip? Kara seemed to think it was alright, so She paid that one too, then sent a confirmation to Easy-Link by email.

Back to grafting on the often interrupted blog updating.
Spent some time as I waited for it to return, updating the tabs for the blog on CorelDraw.

Ten minutes after coming back on, it went off!
I finished the tab-creating on CorelDraw and got them on file for later use.

Back to blogging…
It was suddenly late afternoon. And the sky went a different colour tone altogether.
So beautiful mind you! I did some on each of the pictures that I took. I spent quite a while on this.
In my eyeholes with it, so as to speak.
Finding animals, a ghost, faces and beastly images galore.
Lovely!

Mr Fries’ rather incompetent crew from the useless internet providers were at their worst for a long time. They did not get any better!

I made up some milk roll breast sarnies with soy meat, drenched in BBQ sauce. Naturally, there were the usual thickly sliced cuts from the none-butter butter that is so gorgeous tasting on the bread. And the batter balls were mouth-wateringly wonderful!
No doubt about it, my taste buds have recovered now. A fantastic Taste-Rating of 9.3/10.

I had a go at blogging again.
But not for long.

Carer Chris arrived to do the big evening medications. Eye drops, tablets and capsules, then the second eye drops. I forgot to do the finger in the eye near the nose holding it there for three minutes… yet again! I’ll suffer for this later; when the eye starts itching, the floaters too, and the most annoying is the feeling of grit in the eye. A little pain usually as well. I really must concentrate, cause my right eyesight is getting worse now with all my missing doing this. Note To Self: IDIOT!

I tried the internet on the computer again. I wonder if the $26million salaried Mr Fries at is worried about their crap service?

Of course, it’s gone up since
Jealous? Me? Hahaha! Yes!

Hello…

TTFN, All!

INCHIE: Tuesday 25th July 2023 – Accifauxpas & Whoopsiedangleplops!

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The urine was a smidgen darker this morning.

It seems we had some heavy rain last night?
Close-up of the mini mudslide,

The sky looked as if it may have more rain to send.

As it lightened up, I went onto the balcony to have another search for something worth photographing.
Taking this shot accidentally as I tripped over the step getting out of the room.
I take better photos by accident than the others? Hahaha!
An early morning car-washing tenant out there. Shaking his car’s carpets, doing a thorough job. Is he selling it?
The car cleaner was still at it after I’d visited the wet room for the & duties. Excellent parking on the grass from the white van, man.

I had a look at the NHS Falls Team advice booklet.
Had to use the spy-glass to read the wording.
Exercises page above. If I can find the time, I’ll give this a go.
More advice in a safe environment.
With supplying me with the odd , & disorientating me, supported by the effective bone dislodger  & often with agony giving suddenly giving way without warning, I think the chances of this advice being effective are minimal. Look at the last bad tumble, where I spent four hours laying on the floor… that one was due to, I think, the leg just mentally disappeared. In an instant, it wasn’t there, and as I went backwards and landed on the deck, there was no pain from the leg at all… for a few minutes, then the brain got the message from the dying neurotransmitters, and the agony began. 
Reduce Your Risks! Hehe!
Getting tired now; hard to read the mini-print.
Getting Up From A Fall.
I could see the pictures enough to know I had been doing something right, at least in how I struggled to get back up from each tumble. But I use the second-hand, £300, charity shop bought, crumb-retaining, microorganism-microbe producing, gungy, moth-eaten, beige-coloured, non-working, bacillus encouraging, incommodious, Haemorrhoid Harold testing, c1968 recliner, cause its solider to use to haul me elephantine body up from the floor. I say easier; it’s the only way! Of course, if the fall occurs at the door, I have to crawl on my hands and knees back through the hallway into the computer room, which usually entails , messy! And/or poor being set off! In my efforts crawl to utilise the £300, second-hand, c1968, charity shop-bought, eyesore-horrendously grungy coloured, Harold Haemorrhoid-testing, easily-fallout able from, unfit-for-use, not working recliner, to get back upright and recover.

Dreadfully slow, but up to now, it had gone down only once! I blogged on and off for many hours… with…

Going down just once!

But was in a different mode this time!
Little messy squirts, with gaps of up to three minutes and another dollop of splattering… repeatedly!
I couldn’t concentrate on the crossword at all. Hehe!

Got the nosh sorted early.Soy mince, beetroot, tomatoes, onions, potatoes and garden peas!
Wholemeal bread thins and a strawberry dessert were enjoyed as well. Flavour-Rating: 9.3/10. I seem to have found my appetite once again. Got the pots washed and went to freshen up.

The left leg had blown up, and a bruise appeared from nowhere and started to kick off? And gave me a few worrying moments. What next? Don’t answer that!

I olive-oiled the earholes and dropped the bottle, which landed on my .
To round off this little series of , I lost my balance getting the fresh PPs on…
On the way to the wet room floor, I tugged foolishly at the shower curtain, the plastic clips holding the curtain on the rail pinged and shot all over the place, and the curtain covered my horizontal body…
What made me think that a flimsy thin plastic curtain would help stop me from falling?
I spent hours gathering the hooks and getting the curtain back on the rail, but two clips were missing. I spent more time searching for them, to no avail.
Naturally, a man of my calibre took it all in my stride; I even laughed about it to myself. I think I gained another bruise or two on my rump. I thought about taking a blind shot of my rear end but thought better of it.

EVENING ALL; GETTING MY HEAD DOWN EARLY…
We’ll see if it works & sleep arrives.

INCHIE: Monday 24th July 2023 – Meal of the Year!

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BAD NIGHT’S KIP
The darn-nabbed went on for four hours, without any breaks, peace, or sleep to be had. Eventually, I gave up trying. I’d had nod-offs earlier, but they were all cut short by Carer visits, or the new thing now, rally jerking awake violently. It’s a wonder I haven’t had myself off of the c1966, £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; there were so many of the yet to be named, unnerving episodes of cruel waking ups! Worse than ever, now.
Still, I got a few early photographs done. Stayed up late to get some sunset clouds. TTFN.

The great colour of the urine in the night pouch was impressive.  I put the results of the urine on the Health Check graphic, the wrong way around – 6-3, instead of 3-6. Normal Service will be resumed as soon as possible… that is if , if that pesky nuisance I named leaves me alone at night.

Balcony shot of showery, misty morning weather.
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Took this one with the flash on, Tsk!
Then this with it off.
took a shot of his own accord, and without
telling me as well! Hehehe!

Later, as the mist departed and the rain did not, I opened the end window, got wet, and took two shots of the end car park.
And a close-up of the morning mudslide puddle
A fair size today

A mug of Glengettie tea and an apple pastry

The Asda delivery arrived
Today, he was a friendly driver who helped a lot by bagging the stuff from his containers into carriers for me. Most helpful chap.
The first bag was emptied and stored away.
Food cupboard stock, and Carers, nurses nibbles.
Two favourites here;
Red Leicester cheese nibbles, &.
Brown part-cooked baguettes.
For the fridge…
Which was well filled up.
As was the freezer!

Late afternoon skies…
Fantastic!
Could be the moon’s surface?

An hour later…

Amazingly, the sky got lighter and brighter not long later.
Just caught the end of the sunset.
Well, almost!

Now for the treat of the Year to date.
Took me a long time to get prepared, I used the air-fryer to do the potatoes. The tomatoes were tasty, and I can’t say that very often from Asda or Iceland bought fruit & veg.
The two sourdough mini-baguettes were smothered in the best tasting… better than any real butter, Asda non-butter butter. And smoked tomato ketchup dabbed on them.
And overfilled with the knuckle. That I sliced without any injury to any digits.

Gorgeous!
A Taste Rating of 9.3/10.
Cause the potatoes were not so good.


The evening carer called, but I just don’t know who it was who came. Chris or Victor, I think.
When I woke up later, the cataracted eye was feeling like grit was in it. So I know that the eye drops were put in, and the night bag had been attached to the day pouch for me.

I soon nodded of after making a note of events on my pad, and yet again the blasted started. I knew I could do nothing, so I accepted it this time and tried to follow my wild thoughts and understand them.

A waste of time that was!

Evening all!

INCHIE: Sunday 23rd July 2023

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With my weird sleep problems over the last three days, I have partially lost my appetite for doing this blog.
Unbelievably, even to me, I was beginning to feel sleepy on the first Carers call this morning. By the time midday came around and the second call, I was fighting to stay awake! I forgot to hold the tissue in the eye after the drops; I felt half-out of it. I’d not even started on this blog by then. I’m going to call the doctor on Monday morning; this is getting to me; every following day since Wednesday, I began to droop earlier! I’ve never had so much sleep in my life, yet I still feel drained mentally and so tired?
I’ll do my best with it, but it’ll probably be far away from my usual wittiness and fun-loving quips being put in.
Here goes:

At least Victor had opened the valve on the day bag after fitting the night bag for me.

Off to the wet room for the evacuationing…Still as messy as heck. TT is in control.

Blimey, I’m getting short of toilet paper! The two-and-a-half rolls left won’t last long at this rate. Haha!
Wonder if this is owt do with the sleep-craving problem?

The legs were much improved. Grrreat!

Off to make a brew of possibly the world’s finest-tasting medicine, Glengettie. Warming the mug first, making sure that the
Tea Glengettie

whole cream milk was used, just a drop, mind you. Left the teabag to brew, stirring all the while. I could smell the delicious brew wafting up… I got the tongues and extracted all the flavour from the teabag, then…

The milk bottle slipped in response to jiggling my body’s right side. I grabbed at the bottle, which had the top put back on… and was on the verge of going into a , as of all ailments, kicked-off, and I knocked the perfect mug of Glengettie off of the cabinet, onto the floor, via my left foot’s , spilling in every possible hiding place it could find! Did I swear? Yes!

Got the mess cleaned up in my usual happy-go-lucky singing away manner.

Made another mug of Glengettie. Very carefully!
It tasted amazing and went down well.

Got the computer on…
The day is getting worse now…

The second call was from Carer RO, a nice gal. But I can’t hear what she’s saying much. Helped me out when emptying the catheter pouch and got the wobbles from , saved me from another mess, bless her.

Late afternoon clouds…
Not sure why I took this one; it looks like the one above?
Hey-Ho!

Blogging for ten minutes, then…

Back on again… for 15 minutes.
Doing better today… up to now!

Firefox went down!
Well, fancy that!
Took me hours to get it back on. No idea how I did it anyway, but all tabs had disappeared! Miffed!

The skies were now in a threatening mode.
Beautifully, though; rain is to come again, I just know.

I transferred the potatoes from the crock-pot to a saucepan with the chunky veg soup in it. Sliced a few tomatoes. Added a splurt of the Winiary seasoning liquid.A drop more sea salt and a dash of BBQ sauce. Next, the most important ingredient was added and stirred in with some gusto.


Left it to marinade on the lowest setting, nipping back into the kitchen to give it regular stirs.

The rain came when I was about to return to cry over the pathetic computer mess!

It started coming…
Fine rain heavily for half an hour or so…
Then we had a ten-minute, even heavier downpour.

Carer Kevin arrived and soon had me sorted out

I checked on the chunky vegetable soup and got it served up.
By Jimminee, my appetite made a comeback tonight!.
I’d thought I’d made too much at first, but No!
I gobbled up the lot of it. And ate all of the Milk Roll bread… the strawberry cheesecake too!

Carer Richard arrived for the last call of the day.
He was just starting his shift, so naturally, his ebullient wit had not kicked in yet. Hehe!

I looked at the Freeview listings and noticed Death Wish 2 was on in ten minutes. Got the pots washed in a hurry… this was not a good idea at all!

I dropped the tray while putting things in the sink to wash. The only solid thing tumbling was the knife – which managed to land on me.
Bending down to retrieve the utensil, I coated my chin against the edge of the sink.
Having continued hastily washing the pots so as not to miss the film’s start, I knocked the bowl off the sideboard. No injuries with this one. Worth mentioning?

I got back into the second-hand, £300, c1968, overwhelmingly sickening beige coloured, tatty, uncomfortable, wobbly, germ-producing, falling to pieces, food residue collecting recliner, and got the TV on again. To find I’d misread the TV menu, but it was not Death Wish 2, but Lethal Weapon 2.

Fair enough, I settled while the adverts were on, 15 minutes of the film were missed. Got myself a bag of cheese curls and a bottle of soda water to hand, and the film restarted after the commercials… Then fell into a deep sleep. To wake up, as the credits were scrolling the screen as the movie ended!

Then, after four nights of precious sleep, I assume thanks to the chloroform in the Minims eye drops, now finished; the darned annoying and alarming nasty Thought Storms started again!
After four hours of nodding and jumping awake, I gave up and got up! Not that this bothers a man of my distinctly accepting and casual style.

Toodle-Oo!

INCHIE: Saturday 22nd July 2023 – Staying Awake Getting Harder Each Day

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The tiredness dawned earlier than ever today.
The Chloramphenicol eye drops may be the reason.

Amazed to see that the night bag had no urine in it!
The reason was that the release valve on the day bag it was attached to, had not been opened. A cock-up there!
The day bag was at bursting point. I opened the valve and the night bag filled within seconds.
Decent colour bearing in mind the retention in the bladder had caused a backflow. My stomach was aching a bit, but it soon eased after emptying it out.

An early-morning photo from the kitchen.

Two hours later, rain!

Hurrah! Got the daft soft slippers on!

Made a mug of tea, no biscuits dunked!

Got the computer on.
Within two hours, the 5th…
Gnashing-Teeth-Episode!
Not easy with only a few left in the mouth!

It was off for much longer this time.
I did some CorelDraw work in advance on tabs.
Two Carers called Sam and then Chris. Waste bins sorted out.

Pressed on with the blog for about three hours.

I was now back in the Tired-Knackered-Need-Sleep-Mode!
The computer was turned off, and my concentration collapsed.

Carer Victor woke me up. Did the two eye drops and medications were given. I was so tired out still, even after a kip?

Took this snap and made a pot noodle meal. That’s all I could manage being so tired, and I wasn’t really hungry then. I still reckon the new Chloramphenicol eye drops are the cause of my weariness and lack of desire for food. I’ve only had three biscuits dunked in the tea, in the last three days?

Took these snaps of the mini mudslide in the car park.
The weather brightened up for the first time tonight.

Carer Victor made his last call. He got the night pouch attached to the . Eye drops and painkillers were issued.

About an hour after Victor had left, I was forced out of the grotty-looking c1966 made, charity-shop-bought, horribly beige-coloured, £300, Harold’s Haemorrhoids-testing, non-operational, acne-giving, virus-breeding, rickety, easy-to-fall-out-of recliner; To go to the…

While I was up, I did a safety check, cause some of the carers forget to, and I forget to ask them to, especially when I’m in this tired Fatigued Mode. All looked okay; no taps, hobs, oven, or heaters were left on. I still felt tired! Puzzling! 

I took this from the kitchen window.
Bootiful!

Got my head down again, and turned on the TV.
Which was still on when I woke up at 02:45hrs!
For, you’ve guessed it… another trip to the…
Why have I needed three, messy, light-brown evacuations; When I’m not eating? Could this also be down to the
Chloramphenicol antibiotic eye drops?

CHEERS!

INCHIE: Thursday 20th July 2023: Nurses Toying With Me! Hehehe!

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Mayhap the oddest day of the week so far.
Unexpectedly Busy? Yes! This blog was not started until Friday.
Being tired after the EENT runabout made me knackered and drained early in the afternoon. But the extra visits were all welcome, all the same.
I faded very early, though; all I wanted and felt needed was sleep.
Fat chance. It can’t be helped. Being a mind-testing set of visits, I had no notes as such to use, and time memory was all I had… Oh, and some earlier-in-the-day photos to prompt me a little. Here goes If Liberty-Global-owned Virgin Media
doesn’t keep going down again. Naturally, it did!

05:00hrs. No night bag attached again, Tsk! The urine in the day pouch was a deep colour. Tummy ache and wind. 

Did the waste bags… Carer Chris arrived to sort me.

Computer on…
2 minutes after getting it back on…
Ten minutes after it returned…

Took these kitchen view shots waiting for the internet…
Up in the sky.
Sun coming up from behind.

Carer Kara arrived. And a blessing she was, as she usually is.
She got the bank payment for my Easy-Link debt payment.
£79.00 was put through to the bank and sorted. Emailed Easy-Link to confirm it. No reply yet. Did the eye drops. ♥

Struggled, and it was time-consuming, but I finished the Wednesday blog and posted off to WordPress.

The landline flashed. It was Phlebotomy Nurse Hristina. To tell me she would call tomorrow morning to take the Warfarin INR blood sample for analysis. ♥

The Asda order arrived.
Nibbles
Frozen favourites!
Fresh food treats!
Drinkies to help the bladder
Fridge refilled now

I thought I was doing well on the odeing, then the rush of helpers arrived – Bless Them All!

Two District Nurses arrived. I’d hoped they were going to remove , so that I could have a go at seeing myself after the Finasteride course of tablets had finished. I did not realise that the penicillin tablets had run out, and not the above.
I was hoping to give manual wee-weeing a go, and that I could pass water voluntarily again. With the (hopefully) now-reduced in size Prostate. If the tablets had worked.
But they seem to have put me on another course of these.
The embarrassment brought forth some witticisms from my lips. As the nurse reached for some of my kitchen towels to cover me up – Carer Kara came in while they were ‘doing me’, and I quipped, a postage stamp would have done! Hehehe!

I remembered I’d got some potatoes in the oven for my meal. Kara kindly went to check on them for me. A Lidocaine (a local anaesthetic) and Chlorhexidine, (an antiseptic) tube were shot into Little Inchie. Stings a bit, but a nurse laughed and mimicked, “Oh, oh, oh!” Which took my mind off of the pain. Clever gal! Then… Dang-dang-dang, Dang!
The insertion of the new tube began…
Naturally, my being the brave, heroic sort of young man, there was no grimacing, chewing of the cushion on the c1966, £300, second-hand charity-shop bought, crumb-containing, odour-retaining, Harold’s Haemorrhoid-testing, nauseatingly beige coloured, non-working, virus-breeding recliner which I was sat on, howls of pain, nor exclamations of any sort, like, ARRGH! or anything of that nature while the tube went in.
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But this inserting nurse was a no-messing-about one; I think she did it last time, too, straight in unhesitatingly. It was soon all over and settled! Thank you! ♥

Kara did the eye drops and medications for me.

Then I got the meal ready.
Simple food for a simple man. Hehe!
Flavour rating: 7.2/10, fair enough

Night carer Chris came early. Which made me think I could watch my favourite ‘Heartbeat’ episodes. I fell asleep after he’s done the eyes and medications, as he sat at the Carers desk.
I woke up, and he was on his mobile.
No doubt female related. It sounded like he was speaking his native tongue, so I kept my eyes shut to avoid disturbing him for some time. He got the night bag onto the Catheter for me, the pouch in the drip tray, and off he trotted.

No chance of watching ‘Heartbeat’; the first episode had almost finished, and not that it mattered cause I drifted off to sleep again. I’m doing a lot of that lately? Twice at the hospital, several times yesterday in the flat, and now again!

I was woken around 20:40hrs, as Carer Chris came to do the last 22:00hr check. Eye drops and Peptac.

No sooner had he left, I fell asleep again!
This time I was almost jumping awake every few minutes, repeatedly. It wee’d me of this did!

I got up, grabbed and hobbled into the kitchenette for safety checks. Being so tired, I thought I may have left a tap running, a door open on the fridge or oven on from cooking the potatoes. All was okay.

I took this Kodak shot of the beautiful late sun setting.
To my Pareidolia’s Delight, I spotted what looked to me like a shrimp in this photograph. Can you see it?

The rest of the night was Sleep, Wake, Sleep, Wake, Sleep, Wake, Sleep, Wake…
Grrr!

Toodle-Pips!

INCHIE: Tuesday 18th July 2023 – Feeling Senticous

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I realise this may be hard to swallow, but I made yet another worrying set of this morning.
I was sat here at the computer desk… well the 1963-bought, falling to pieces, Hopewell’s E-Plan Sideboard, with the doors falling off, having one of my regular panicky modes. And Carer Kara arrived, which always has a calming effect on me. She asked if both of the Thursday appointments had been moved to Wednesday, or just one of them? Panic-Mode Status up to Defcon three! I’d not thought about that! I think she got the idea I was getting worked up when I started to sob and whimper?
Would the Hospital expect me to go two days running? The thought of having to catch a bus and tram there and back put fear in my heart. Mind you there was a fair bit lingering in there, over the thought of having to get trousers, socks and shoes on after the 2-hour ablutioning session each time, already)
Kara got the details and said she’d try to sort me a lift with Easy-Link and find out about the appointments for me.
When the second Carer, Sam arrived at midday. All had been sorted out, much to my amazement, Easy-Link could fit me in! Also, both appointments will be on! Yes!
A quicker-than-usual blog though, I have to find the time for the full ablutionalisationing session somehow.
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An excellent shade of urine!

Not much rain last night, and no dog to watch bathing in it!

After tending to the needs of the , which was very messy and phooey…
I went to make a brew of Glengettie.
Tea GlengettieAnd took a photo of the tree copse area.
Bootiful!

Got the computer on…
After three minutes! ARRGH!

As it returned, Carer Kara, my Angel of Mercy arrived.
See the Prodrome above for further details.
drops in, medications supplied, then after five minutes, the drops inserted. I remembered this time to stick my finger in the eye for three minutes.
Well, Kara reminded me too!

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This lasted for about five minutes…

This lasted for about one minute…
Then surprisingly, it stayed on for two hours! So I got as much done as I could in that time.

Then Carer Sam arrived for the noon visit.
The great news is that the appointment is for one day only, and the lift had been arranged with Easy-Link. Brilliant!
Sister Jane phoned as Sam was about to leave and answered it for me. Jane said she’d ring back later
Well fancy that!
So, I called Sister Jane back. She rang on the mobile that I rang her on, I can’t remember her number on the landline.
We had a good natter. Turns out she’s just had her cataract done again. But the poor thing’s experience was the opposite of mine. She was in pain afterwards, and she still is. Poor Jane!
We still managed a laugh or two though; that’s us!

I got on with blogging, again-this believe it or not, was the last failure up to now… a period of four hours! From the
Doing well, aren’t they!

Earlier shot from the computer chair, that I’d missed.

The oddest ever trip to the Throne this was… well, maybe not!
I really thought that was losing his grip on the evacuations. For things didn’t seem to want to start moving, naturally, I thought this could mean a cement torpedo or two… but no! After a good ten or twelve minutes on the crossword puzzle... WHOOSH!
Splatter squelch, and all over in less than 30 seconds.
What a mess to clean up!

Into the kitchenette…
Got the potatoes on the boil…
And took this picture.

Then the above snap of the legs, feet and toes.
They did not look like they were mine!
So much improved inflammation in the lower leg, no leaks from the , either! However: and were making up for that. Both get frisky as the day goes on.

Better get the nosh sorted out before the evening Carer arrives.
See you in a bit…

Tuesday Morning Catch-Up
The evening meal
Cheese & onion pasties, potatoes, peas and beetroot.
Cheesecake for afters.
Flavour Rating: 7.2/10.

Went to get the evening’s ablutions done – No Hot Water!

Carer arrived. I mentioned the lack of hot water and asked him to get someone to call the NCH maintenance for me. In and out quickly tonight; the lad was looking tired. Eye drops & medications sorted.

I got up to wash the pots.
Wonderful view!
Close-up of the wonderful view.

Zzz!

INCHIE: Monday 17th July 2023

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Unbelievable! Talk about a reversal.
This morning my worries, fears and panic over not getting help done with so many things were exactly the same. Zilch, nothing was advanced or sorted. But, did I care? Nope!
I really can’t understand it. I was so laid back about things, but the niggles, fretting, and frustration had evaporated, and stayed that way until a few minutes ago, as I started this blog belatedly. Now, All is back to the tension-ridden, nail-biting, sorry for me, considering silly things. It is possible that the wound beginning to heal, but my ankle infection still itching (a good sign). And even the left hip was causing me far less hassle this morning. The urine colour in the night bag was so clear, too.
Comes to something when you have no idea why one suddenly gets the spirits raised a little, but don’t understand why?
Another quickie I’m afraid though. because when I got up after removing the night pouch… Liberty-Global went down.
Even that didn’t sink me into a depression. Confusion Conrad did pay me a long extended visit, though!
Something was amiss with me this morning? Onward…

Pleased with the urine shade, though there was not much of it.
That should have concerned me, but it didn’t.

Got the computer on, it went down within a minute!
So, I couldn’t check to see if the hospital had confirmed the change of appointment days or not. Not that it mattered much to me this Monday… it normally would have.

Into the kitchenette.  to get the kettle on to make a brew of Glengettie. Something else different here. Normally, with my restriction to two mugs a day, I would not have made one so early in the day. (I got up at 0335hrs) The sky was a lovely blue.

A summons me to the diverted me to the wet room.
Well, that’s where the bog is. Hehe!
I even had time for a few minutes of cross-wording.
I even managed things using just a third of the toilet roll.

Back to the kitchen, taking this photo of the morning view as it was getting lighter quickly now.

Waiting for the kettle to reboil, I noticed how well the legs, feet & toes were looking.

When it returned I made a start on updating yesterday’s blog, a fair bit to do… not that it bothered me.

Carer Richard arrived. I believe he was concerned about me being so cheerful. Hehehe! In his usual no-fuss manner he got the first eye drops in and issued the medications. I got him a cold drink from the fridge. Lemon & Lime. Then he did the second eye drop and issued the medicine. Believe it or not, I did not squirm at taking this horrible aniseed-flavoured reflux medicine, for the first time ever I think. Something was still amiss this morning?
Said farewell to the lad as he departed, wishing him a good sleep.
Richard took the laundry down for me. Thanks.

Back to the computer…
Even now I not too wrangled?

I was just about to post off the Sunday blog…
Now the irritation was beginning to return.

Got the laundry bag made up.
The computer is back on but after an hour or so…
Now the bile was brewing!

I started to take photographs each time the went down. I’ve collated them all here with the approximate time taken for up to 17:00 hours. Some great on some of them. More later.
1300hrs
14:00hrs

15:00hrs. See anything in this one? You must?

15:10hrs. Raining a bit…
16:40hrs.
And the one below, a few minutes later.
How I got the terrible colouring, I don’t know.
I was a close-up shot though?
Nothing like it looked colourwise, But you can see a man or bear in the left cloud? Or the hand rising? Or is it just me? Hehe! Spitting blood now at

Carer Chris arrived, full of the joys of spring.
  drops, then the tablets. Next the lousy-tasting Antacid medicine. Then the eye drops.
Drink from the fridge, and the
Aniseed medicine. Spit! Haha!

We took some photos from the balcony of the clouds.
A dog investigating the mudslide water…
Decide it was bath time, and had a jolly-good jumping-about session. The tail wagging furiously! Great!
Carer Chris took these two for me, catching the shiny rooftop on one house as it caught the sun. Must have sun-power-shields?
The cloud formations had changed a lot, but they were still wonderful, almost pretty some of them.



Puffer clouds high in the sky – I love them.
Lower, the skyline ribbon. With its fingers pointing up skywards, beasts and I see the abominable cloud-man. Haha!
18:20hrs: An open oyster there?

21:40hrs: Getting the late meal sorted, and captured this late sunset shot. Bootiful!

The Nosh!
Imitation ham sarnies 7.2/10 Taste with some of…
I find the delicious not-butter, butter, tastier than any proper butter. 10/10 Taste-Rating!
Potatoes crock-pot cooked with sea salt. 3/10 Taste-Rating!
Canned garden peas. 7.3/10 Taste-Rating!
Tomatoes halved. 8.2/10 Taste-Rating!
Soy lemon yoghourt. 7/10 Taste-Rating!
If my calculation is right, that makes overall,
a Taste-Rating of 7.1/10.
I used the Windows calculator.

Of course, a man of my education, I could have done the calculation in my head… but would have got a different figure.
I recall some results as I read my final school test in 1960.
Different days of various exams meant some of the lads had skipped school to avoid whichever they were not very good at;

Mathematics: 34th out of 34 tested.
Chemistry: 25th out of 32 tested.
Metalwork: 28th out of 29 tested.
Technical Drawing: 29th out of 32 tested.
History: 29th out of 32 tested.
P.E: 32nd out of 34 tested.
Geography: 12th out of 28 tested.
R.I.: 15th of 32 tested
Music: 30th of 33 tested.
Woodwork: 18th out of 19 tested.
English: 1st out of 34 tested!

True. Hahaha!

TTFNski!

Inchie: Sunday16th July 2023

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The pains from the left hip were the worst ever. Thus my concentration and mistakes were at a maximum, likely the worst ever suffered as well. The mind was all over the place, in utter confusion at times, especially when the eyes kept going… well, how to describe it, I’m not sure. I kept going into a sort of hazy dizziness mode and had to stop whatever I was doing. (apart from when on the Porcelain Throne) Ha-ha!
The hip grave way a couple of times, but I didn’t have any tumbles, although it was a close call each time.
I right this moaning, whinging paragraph, hoping that people I thought were checking on my health, seem noticeably absent these last few months. Not the Carers. The falls team, Social Services, and District Nurses seem to have either given up on me or are fed up with me. Can’t blame them. Hehe! Four falls in four days I would have prompted a response, then they may have spotted the hip problem I’m suffering with. The Doctor sent me a letter telling me to book a flu shot. Surely she knows how immobile I am?  
The change in the date of the cataract procedures has put me in the right pickle. Changing the lift arrangements with Easy-Link will likely prove impossible. Taxi lifts are just too painful to get into and out of. So it looks like a bus and then a tram each way for me. Which will mean more discomfort and agony from the hip, from the hobbling about?
No time to do a proper blog today. So a short one it will be.
Thank heaven I took some photos earlier in the day before I lost it mentally & physically. They helped prompt my already confused, panicky mind and memory.
Just feeling a tad sorry for myself – Tsk! Poor old twit!


My night pouch colour was better.

Legs & feet are much easier!

Misty Morning, through the balcony glass.

A rarity here – a breakfast.

Managed to get the left slipper on, but gave up after 25 minutes of struggling and failing to get the right one on.


Another cock-up was made. I would have sworn I ordered the Iceland order for next Tuesday, I think I remember checking that I had, but still got it wrong… it arrived this morning

A mega-full fridge now!


Set about getting the spuds in the crock pot.

Had a meal that I don’t recall being very tasty.

Then, the Mind-Blank episode.
During this, I had a carer call that I know nor remember anything about other than. But they had signed the book.
A smidgen worrying these are, but I’ve told the Doctor, who seems to think I have to expect these things when getting older, so nowt was done to relieve the situation. Understandably!


The last photo was taken.
Not sure why or when.
Always, I get wearier. tired, and the ailments seem more serious as the latter part of the day arrives.

That’s all I’ve got,
Which is not a lot,
There must be such a lot…
that I have forgot!
What can Do to better my lot?
I’ll have a sniff of the gluepot?
Hahaha!

Inchie: Saturday 15th July 2023

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Had some rather Dark urine in the night pouch this morning.
But there was a little more than there has been lately.

That was a good sign of hope; that the Finasteride tablets may be doing the hoped-for job of shrinking the prostrate, with a view to me being able to wee-wee once again, with Little Inchie direct into the WC!

The ankle and legs looked a lot better this morning. But… the hip joint was genuine agony for me. The rib pains, as are the burning, stinging pains from the leg injury and infection, are less frequent.
I soon learned that walking was risky, with the hip partially seeming to give way now and then. Oh, and the pain when it does – ARRGH!
Turned on the computer. I got the waste bags made up, and I thought the hip pains might ease when I hobbled about. But, No!
Went to make a brew, and the Carer arrived. I was in the kitchen, so I didn’t hear the doorbell sounding. Turned around, and the gal made me jump… Hahaha! She helped me get the slippers on.
Had a closer look at the infected wound coin the leg. It looked so much better. The occasional stinging pains still give me some pain and hassle, though.

I spent a few hours catching up on the blogging. Carer Sam arrived. We had a mini-natter; she did the usual for the noon call. Drops & medications.
I went to make another brew, taking a snap of progress at the house, close to the Woodthorpe Grange Park bottom field. Plenty of equipment or parts there this morning.
I had to take the right slipper off. Too painful, as the leg and ankles are beginning to swell up again. Getting as big as the left leg. The hip is just as bad; it’s not a good place to be when I stand or brave hobbling. Bit of drizzle, and I espied the mud-slide was relatively wide. Hehe!
I went back to the computer to finish off Friday’s post.

Well, fancy that! That’s not exactly why I thought, but you get the idea, I’m sure!)
So, I went off to visit once more, the ,
Another marathon session… well, not the session, but the cleaning up after the session… if you know what I mean… if you do, please let me know. Thanks!

NokiaI finally got the blog sent off to WordPress. A text came in on my new Nokia 90 Hz refresh rate 6.56-inch touchscreen display offering a resolution of 720×1612 pixels (HD+) and an aspect ratio of 20:9. Nokia G42 5G is expected to be powered by an octa-core Qualcomm Snapdragon 480+ processor and come with 4GB of RAM mobile. I may have got the wrong name there?
The night bags are being delivered today. Carer Kara ordered them for me. ♥

They arrived at 11:15hrs on the midday Carer Call while Carer Jo-Anne was here.
Raining again.
Made a start of this template.
I took this photo and searched for my missing nail cloppers... no, nail clioppers… 3rd try… nail clippers! Gorrit!
One shot of the houses around about.
A little like an upper-class Coronation Street?
With no Rovers Return, of course!
I thought of some titles for these pictures;

The Invasion of the Grey Clouds!
Grey Aliens Attack!
Is there anybody there?
Grey Clouds Escape?
Aliens Spit Euro Dollar Signs in Attack on Earth!

Maybe not.

Moving forward to take the close-up shot, I accidentally & Caught the infected wound simultaneously on the radiator. Which caused me considerable pain as I twisted my left hip in unison.
But, you know me, (Ahem!) it was no bother; I merely laughed it off casually. Well, I did an hour or so later when the Codeines, Phorpain Gel and Hemp had had time to ease the pain. Hehehe!

I hope the Oligarchs pretend connection does not go down again. I must get the food order done. I will try it now; crossed fingers and all that… Huh!.

I started preparing and cooking the nosh; I just had to take a shot of the sky through the kitchenette window. Gorgeous! A
 without any doubt.
Not too fancy a meal. But enough for me to enjoy. The soy lemon yoghurt was the highlight of the dish.
Flavour Rating Overall: 6/10.

I hobbled off to wash the pots up and got this photograph of the great, which could almost be a painting, view of the evening sky shot yet again.
What happened after that? I’ve no idea. But I woke up later with the hip giving agony, which is most likely the reason. No choice; I had to take an extra Codeine and Paracetomal to ease things before I could nod off again. Tsk!

The likelihood of unlikely liberalism looming is always liable!

TTFN