Inchie: Thursday 4th May 2023

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Well! Another struggle, but of differing natures.
Gone were fleeting visits of ‘Out-Of-It’ Ollie.
The momentary Mind-Blanks too.
The odd toe-stubbing…
The odd struggles to form words when I spoke.
Stuttering Stephanie had changed as well.

All the above kicked of early wakening (05:45hrs),
and stayed with me until almost midnight!
I’ll need a new nickname for this.
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Good morning.

Woke up and took off the night bag.
The feet were again looking much better.
Off to the . Back to messy!
Washed the pots from last night.
Got the done, then the.
again. Fed up with carrying the water in
a bucket and bowl to refill the water tank.
Sorted the waste bags, and got the kettle on.
The day bag had filled up quickly!
The took well over two hours this morning.

Carer Sam arrived, and she did the medication. I meant to ask her to help me put the shoes on for later when I go to cast my vote in the election procedure down in Winwood Court. I think I forgot to ask her.
She took a photo of the affected right eye, so I could show the district nurse if she comes. Left in the picture above.

Morrison’s email arrived, saying it was on the way.
I turned off the computer and ready things for when it comes.

Which it did shortly…
Got some new drinkies in for the Carers, delivery drivers, Wardens and hopefully, crossed-fingered, the nurses.
The fridge stocks looked healthier!
Fresh vegetables, potatoes, oven-ready chips,
and some lovely-looking Vegetable Risotto!
Also, for the first time ever, I ordered a cheese, leek & potato Quiche in the shape of a pie. Trying that tonight with peas and oven potatoes?
Cheapo bread rolls, although they were dearer than Asda’s.
The monthly flowers for LC (Independent Living Coordinator), Oberstgrüppenfuhreress Warden and Primo Ballerina, Warden Deana, and ILC (Independent Living Coordinator) Generaloberstess, Ice skating champion, desk top dancer and Warden Julie; were odd looking to me. They didn’t have any daffodils or tulips, even roses, but sent these as substitutes. They made four substitutions, and I sent three of them back. Phoned the gals to tell them the flowers had arrived.

Got the computer back on again, and I started blogging away…
I stopped for a while to add some Przyprawa flavouring to the potatoes.

Back to the computer.

After a couple of hours of uninterrupted mistakes, errors, grammar failures, and memory blanks, I felt the sensation of warm pee dribbling onto my feet and onto the carpet!… I grabbed some paper towels and got them on the escaped patches of urine! I whipped out the camera to take this shot… Life can be a bugger at times!
I sprayed cleaner and disinfectant all over the carpet (and feet).

Carer Kara called. Glad to report she had a good day at Skeggie!

An email from DHL came in. Bad news, after sending me one yesterday, telling me exactly when the MyFooDen parcel would arrive… now I get this! Am I lucky, or what?  It was out for delivery this morning, they said, but no, another failure… And: Where are they going to store the fresh food in the order? Eh?
Friday 11:38hrs: Still no notification from either MyFooDen or DHL about the chances of me getting it delivered. Now Friday 13:05hrs – Zilch by way of any emails with information.

Hello, Hello, Hello!
VOTING TIME
NOW THE FUN STARTED
Challenge One: After two months of avoiding putting any trousers on, to avoid chaffing from , I tackled the task. One foot in the right leg, the heavier, more bloated left leg was manipulated, with using the picker-upper to pull them up… Things seemed to be going pretty well…
acci-whoopOver, I toppled backwards, catching the left foot under 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. 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. Right on the !
This deflated me, not to mention hurt a bit! I crawled and clawed my way back up my feet. And set about another attempt…
I was very cautious and eventually got my foot into the second leg.
This altercation kicked off
I put on a shirt, and then the other risky business was faced... getting the shoes on. Not easy with a bad back and swollen feet.
Collected the Polling Card and bus pass, got the sleeveless jacket on, readied the three-wheeled walker, and as I was opening the door…
I felt the blood coming slowly from poor little Inchie having the inserted catheter tube pulled.

bleed
Nipped, or rather, limped back into the wet room to clean things up and get yet another pair of PPs on – then remembered the struggle I had in putting on the trousers, so l left the current PPs on. By the time I’d done it and got out into the hallway with Three-Wheeled Walker William, I could sense it leaking again. Better not take too long over this.
Down to the lift, and along the link corridor to Winwood Court.. where the access to the polling booth was blocked off. So I had to go outside and down the road a bit and use the French windows to gain access to the polling section. Two nice ladies greeted me; I was a smidgen embarrassed when I could not find the I.D. My bus pass.
Out I went and trundled back into Winwood Court and back along the link passage to Woodthorpe Court.
Stopping to take a photo of the flowers in the rest area.
It was raining, but for some unknown reason, I cannot see any in this photographicalisation? It might have been partially sheltered by the towering building? Up in the elevator and back to the flat.

Then the reversal of the earlier challengers. Getting my shoes, jacket, and shirt off, but I thought I’d the , first.
Only a mini-spot or two of leaking, no problem.

Got the trews off with relative ease, I thought – but that was before I saw that I’d torn the stitching on one leg. Getting the shoes off was no fun. The folds of flesh from the ankles seemed to be cemented to my feet? I merely used the picker-upperer; it makes nice scratch marks on the ankle and tore at them in turn…
But the shoes remained on the feet!
A few minutes of pondering on how to extract the plates from the shoes provided me with an answer. I’d use my thick wooden long shoehorn to encourage the swollen feet to release themselves from the grip of steel of the shoes. And, it worked!
I’m afraid I broke the shoehorn in doing so. Humph!
😖 RIP To Wooden Shoehorn Whilmer! 😖.
My help and companion of seven years.

The sky was darkening a smidgeon.
Fantastic pareidoliaising!
Can you see the long-jawed beasts mouth?

What a short sunsetting time. The clouds soon concealed it.
But not before I got some shots in…
Lovelt!
A minute or so later…
Another minute…
The sun’s last gasp of the night!

Deana & Julie collected the flowers.

I made a start on the cooking of the never had before Quich.

Then took some last pictures of the darkening sky.
Aliens shing a light on us? Hehe!.
Blimey, the creature depiction is still showing?
Looks more like an eel now… or not. Great!

My computer is off; I’m just drained.
Not that I’ve done much!.
Food Time!
I got the potatoes in the oven, and added the wuiche… no, quiche ten-minutes kaster, no, later; so they cooked at the same time. Peas in the saucepan. It looked, and what bit of smell I could detect, seemed to be good to me.

I think the ingredients were potato and leek. In a white sauce of some sort, very nice. The flakey pastry shell is gorgeous!
Overall Rating: 8/10. Slurp!

TTFN

Inchie: Friday 5th May 2023

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It’s Saturday tomorrow.
I can say with sorrow,
Saturday could be my Alamo…
Cause my EQ tells me it’s so!
And he’s never wrong, you know!
Summat will crash, go wrong or blow!
I’ll be depressed or lose my mojo?
Collapse in a heap, like a ball of dough?
The chance of good luck – is zero!
I’ll take no chances, not go alfresco,
To avoid being hit by a VW Scirocco?.
I don’t know what it’ll be, though…
I may choke on a marshmallow?
King Charlie’s Coronation…
Costing a scaled-back $125 million.
For me, Saturday’ll hold no jollification,
But, I write with lallation…
I think I may be due for damnation.
But it could just be a misapprehension.
My mind’s on an obambulation!
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Less time than ever today. Tsk!My feet were well down this morning. Very little bloating
Particularly the toes – I could move them!

But the overnight

The Carer told me was graded as a ‘Four’ on the NHS colour scale.
I’ve had worse, but still disappointing.

When it came to the first emptying of the day bag, things looked much better to me, shade-wise.
A 2.5 or 3, methinks.

Down came the rain.
Took this from the bottom of the kitchen window.

Time for a little tip…
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When selecting a cooking spoon, to stir your boiling vegetables. It’s best not to pick one that has little hole in it to strain whatever.

The rain soon stopped, leaving me with a
Pareidolian’s Delight view of the clouds.
Can you see the same in the above snap?
The shoulder, ears, head, eyes, nose and open jaw
of a beast in the centre?
Marvellous!

The only call of the entire day to the .
As per usual, hauling the water into the non-working W.C.
water tank; and kicked off, and is still giving
jip, some 23hrs later! The promised attention of a Nottingham City Homes plumber that ILC (Independent Living Coordinator), Oberstgrüppenfuhreress, and Primo Ballerina, Warden Deana said, did not come to fruition. Then again, I’m not fully with things, so may have got the day wrong?

The landlines bust into action…

At last, communication from DHL regarding the order not arriving.
It seems that the wrong postcode was on the parcel. Confirmed the right one, and it will be delivered in the morning.

The majority of the afternoon was a complete Memory Blank. Yet I’d been working on the blog?

Finding these photos help trigger the memory a smidge…
Aha, the sun beginning its descent, got through some clouds.
Getting pretty now…
Moved to take a photo from another angle. I’m sure I recall seeing lots of items and figures in this last one at the time. But can’t see or remember what they were? No!

I took… (Well, thought I did) a photo of the meal I’d made.
I#m sure I recall taking it underneath the 60w light bulb, to avoid shadows – but yet once again, it was not on the SD card.
The same thing happened when I (though I did) took a photo of the urine colour. Then the finger bleeding. Then one of the fallen-over stacks of waste bags and mess it made on the kitchen floor.
Not one of these efforts made it to the SD Card!
It must be with the help of . Another way of passing the blame there? Hehe!

The Carer arrived, waking me up from a rare slumber and put the night pouch onto my day bag on for me. Think we had a natter about something, sure I enjoyed it, but, what is was about is just another of the mysteries of the Woodthorpe Court, with the ghosts, wraiths, spectres, cacodaemonic apparitions, and other grotesqueries that haunt the hallways and lobbies, searching for Inchie; to curse with bad luck, create ambiguities, abstrucities, perplexities, misfortunes and botherations, to scare. worry and confuse me!

I went to the door with the Carer, to lock it in case the yobbos return and walk in again… have I told you about that night? No? I will!
At about 02:30hrs, I was hobbling in the dark to the wet room to utilise the . Obviously, I did not hear them coming in, but the light as they opened the door showed an outline of the youths who came in. Two lads, a very tall one, a shorter, plumper one and a girl who came in first. They saw me, must have been a shock for them; I was naked… They shouted something, then one of them sort of screeched, said a few words, and they legged it.
I reported this to the Management. Apparently, they had been seen by other residents too. Nothing happened. No one came for a description of the intruders. No one contacted me… give them time, though; it only happened about six months ago.
Where was I before I lost the plot there?

Oh, yes, as I got back I checked the taps and cooker in the kitchen, and got the Kodak to take some shots of the late evening view.

I did some pareidoliaising. Islands, countries on a black sea?
Tried to take a close up shot…
But it didn’t come out well.
But these made it to the SD card?

Had lost interest again. I kept putting the TV on and off, hoping that my semi-successful trick would nod me off during the commercial breaks. I did slip off a few times, but only for minutes at a time.
I recall getting up, carrying the night pouch in the bucket, and glancing at the one remaining working clock in the flat clock. The four wristwatches, wet room and kitchen clocks all have dead batteries… it was 03:10hrs. Anyway, I got to the , which was a waste of time; another change in the Command Line, Constipation Konrad was back in charge.

CW6
Eventually, after a good, but failed go at the crosswording, I returned to 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. En route to the front room, I gave myself a

With a minute of settling in the grotty antique chair…
Zzz’s

TTFNski!

Inchie Saturday 6th May 2023

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06:15hrs: I leapt from the £300, second-hand shop bought nine years ago, c1966, discomfiting, alarmingly beige-coloured, crumb-containing, TV remote hiding, not working recliner. Threw off the catheter night bag and did 100-press-ups. Then 300 toe touches while I yodelled loudly.
A bit of shadowboxing and some torso turning. A couple of minutes of weightlifting… Then woke up for real
and prevented me from moving for a while. I grabbed the Pain Gel tube, and somehow managed to get up on my feet without tripping over the tubing, and lathered on where I could reach o the back, then took an extra Codeine Phosphate painkiller. It didn’t do much good.
Removed the night pouch, and I sat down again.
Boy was EQ right with his warning of ‘Pain to Come’ last afternoon.
The agony was too weak a word to describe it.

Struggled to get the thick slippers on.

Emptied the night bag, wrapped it and binned it in the appropriate bag.

Made a brew and waste bags up to the door.
Did the BP test while waiting for the kettle.
Then got the computer on.
After five minutes…

More followed! Tsk!

While the Internet was down, I tried to read the letter from Nuthall Hospital. But it was hard work with the spyglass. I asked a Carer to assist to make sure I got the time & date right. Put it on the calendar.

The Internet was back on again. Got on with updating yesterday’s not even started yet, blog. But…

While waiting for the Liberty-Global owned, Virgin Media to start again, I realised that it must be the demand on the system my Royalists wanted to see the Coronation? Or would that be right? Would it affect things?
I titivated the Carers stable a bit – and sod-it, & were joined by all increased their agonies inflicted on me. I know full well that I should not take Ipobrufen, but the Paracetamols are not doing anything to ease the pain at all, so I took one. 

I must call and ask the Doctor if anything else is available. The sheer consistency of the three of them is grinding me down today. They are detritioning my resistance. I bet that EQ is reading this smugly after yesterday’s warning from him?


The Landline Flashed!
It was someone from DHL.
DHLHe informed me that they had been given the wrong area code, which is why the parcel was not delivered yesterday. I confirmed it with him. It will be arriving later today. After ringing off, I wondered how the food had been stored, cause there are some fresh foods ordered? Later a driver called me, couldn’t understand much of what he was saying, but gathered he needed instructions to the flats, Did my best.

Carer Rhamat, or was it? I think that was her name. To think, a year ago, I was almost proud of my memory of names. Not anymore!
While she was here, the DHL man arrived. Rahmat took the box from him and put it in the hallway for me. I said my farewells and forgot all about the box… the box I nearly tripped over and still didn’t empty it!

A vastness of a Memory-Blank came over me. A few hours later, I remembered the box in the hallway!
Set about sorting it out.
Got it opened and the things sorted…
This should see me through without an order next week.
Goulash etc., fit for a king!
But not Charles 3rd, me! Hehehe!.
There had been ice packs in the box. But with them coming a day late, they were now just bags of water. Got some meat for Sister Jane as a treat.

Back onto blogging…
ARRGH!

Carer Jo-Anne arrived, and I showed her whatever material it was that was in the box. We laughed as I said I could use it as a head scarf, and wrapped it around my head. She did laugh raucously (is that the right word?), and she took some photos of me. Hahaha!
This one she took with my camera.
We couldn’t work out what cloth it was. Used presumably to protect the food? The thing self-destructed, disintegrated later, and just fell apart – making a right mess of my dressing gown & carpet?

I shall have a bit of the vegetable bread loaf and potatoes for tonight’s meal, methinks.

Another Memory Blank, and the girl-ailments, after easing off a little, were back on full-throttle pain-wise.

I took this off of the TV earlier. I managed to watch about ten minutes of the performance. But found it a little sad in a way.
Diane, No-Sweat-Prince with a bad memory. The wonderful way in which Her Majesty visited the tenants of the Grenfell Tower Disaster!

Carer Chloe came (I’m pretty sure that name is right – but…).
I told her I’d taken a painkiller extra, so none for me tonight.
I do believe that the ailments are easing again? Or am I?

Fodder Making Time!

Just swede & carrot, with sea salt and a splash of vinegar.
Potatoes, vegetable loaf and the swede & carrots.
Two out-of-date cheap bread rolls.
And a pot of dessert.
All eaten up – and followed by…
Vegan ice-cream.
Overall Taste Rating: 7.8/10.

I put the computer back on, when I found some photos from this morning, that I swear were not on the SD card then, but they are now?
Such are the mysteries of Woodthorpe Court, with the ghosts, wraiths, spectres, cacodaemons, apparitions, and other grotesqueries that haunt the hallways and lobbies, searching for Inchie to curse with bad luck, create ambiguities, abstrucities, perplexities, misfortunes and botherations, to scare. worry and confuse me! Cataract Kathie, Neuropathy Pete and Doreen Dementia are the main culprits. There are others, of course!

The Missing Photos…
Just after midday, I think!
Front car park.
Pareidoliaist-time here. Can you see anything?

I took a final photo from the kitchenette window.

Nightie-Night All!

Inchie: Sunday 7th May 2023

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I was greeted by three ailments on awakening after the amazingly long three hours of sleep I enjoyed. (Touch of sarcasm kept in there!)
, and . were so bad, I wondered how I even got the three hours in that I did manage! This probably inspired the ode above?
The thought of having to fetch the water from the kitchen when I utilise the later were not pleasant. I took off the night pouch from , and gingerly rose from the £300, second-hand, decrepit, Haemorrhoid Harold-testing, sleep-deterring, nauseatingly beige-coloured, not-working, recliner.
The plates-of-meat looked in decent nick.

I took an extra pain-killer to fight off , who was in full attack mode, before my carrying the water from the kitchen to the wet room four times each visit. and were joined in their attack formation by my . I’ve waited for a month now to get the WC mended. Giving me a date if attendance was nice of them. It was for the 11th of July – I’m going to have agony for

another four weeks. The thought of it is not a good start to any day!

Pretty glum out there.
Did a close-up of rectangular eyes.

I did the Blood Pressure figures.
And got an email about next weeks Iceland delivery.
It’s coming today. The usual shortages mind you..

Carer Israel called this morning both early visits.
Iceland delivered on his first one.
The other drivers usually take the bags into the kitchen for me. Not today, must have been extra-busy. By the time I’d got the into the kitchen, as you can imagine; and the both upgraded their attacks… with support from
I think the warning about things getting painful from EQ, might have been meant for today. Cause already the pains are hard to cope with, and I’ve not been to the WC yet, and done any water-fetching activity?
Wot? Me? Worry!
I got the bags into the kitchenette. Back to the Carer for the medication-taking, and am ashamed to say, so bad were the combined pains, I took another of the disallowed painkillers. It was really bad at this point, although had calmed down a lot, and was still in full flourish. The suddenly eased off. Great!

I went back to the kitchen to sort the fodder out and took this snap of the house next to the park being done up. Coming on well, methinks?

At least Iceland had some of the little potato-bake potatoes in stock.
And the treats of cartons of ice-cream flavoured Aviva drinks.
Bread thins, tomatoes, potatoes & veggie oxo cubes.
No shortages of fodder here!
Even if some are unwanted substitutes.
Topped up the Carer, Nurses, Drivers’ treats.
Alcohol to the right, others to the left.
Low calorie treats (mostly).

By the time I’d got everything away, only .
was any real hassle.
OF course, I’ve not been carrying bowls &.
buckets of water to and fro, yet.
Still, waiting two months for a plumber should not be.
a bother, really. It’s just the agony I’m going through
every single day, several times when using the W.C.
I’ve got water to get, just being handicapped with
so many ailments are getting to be a far too
painful task every so often for me.
I glean that it cannot be classed as an emergency; at least I have water. It’s just killing me fetching it! If other elderly folks have no water to use, or families with ankle snappers, or Cannabis growers need water for the plants… I don’t mind, really.
But I do wish someone could please, help the pain.

The bloody have come back again.
Can’t concentrate now on blogging. I’ll have a go at getting back onto WordPress Reader – fingers crossed 🤞.
Hurrah! Got on it!
Now to sort some nosh out!

Imitation belly pork slices sarnies made, with much of the gorgeous.
plant butter lathered on them.
The Iceland crunchy potato chunks had too many
black eyes in them, so I had to check each one
before putting them in the oven.
The beetroots were, unfortunately, similar to ball-bearings
in texture. Disappointing!

I still give this meal a Taste Rating of 7/10.

Nodded off, woke up by the final Carer calling. (Tomey?)
Night-bag was attached.
No painkillers: too soon after the previous ones. I’m sure I heard the vicious, angry laughing at this! Haha!

Another broken-nights kip. Pains & Thought Storms to blame!

FARE THEE WELL!Go forth in Peace…
Let problems decrease…
You splice your mainbrace…
That fears & worries decease…
Help & health can resurface,
Life gives you fewer curses…
And +get more visits from the nurses!

👍 👍 👍 👍 👍 👍 👍 👍 👍 👍 👍 👍

Inchie: Friday 28th April 2023

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Out of the blue, unbeknown and unexpectedly, two young lassies, District Nurses, arrived. Their mission was to change the catheter, clean up Little Inchie and check the bum for me! This soon got an added duty and became: to change the catheter, clean up Little Inchie and check the bum for me – and try not to laugh or smirk when they saw Little Inchie for the first time! (They were not very successful at that!) Out of the blue, unbeknown and unexpectedly, two young lassies, District Nurses, arrived. Their mission was to change the catheter, clean up Little Inchie and check the bum for me! This soon got an added duty and became: to change the catheter, clean up Little Inchie and check the bum for me – and try not to laugh or smirk when they saw Little Inchie for the first time!
(They were not very successful at that!)
Then a Social Worker arrived as the nurses were leaving. An
in-depth Q-A session on my needs, this took another hour. I wish I could remember more of what took place, but Dementia Doreen was in full flow today
Liberty-Global Virgin Media Internet went down three times today, thus delaying me even more in my own mission of getting the blog done!
It was Saturday morning late on when I finally got around to starting this blog from scratch – and up to this time of writing..,
Liberty-Global Virgin Media Internet’s gone down three times alrSody!
I have to get a move on to get this one done, and the chances of my statodaydare’s, is somewhat remote… like the chances of Liberty-Global Virgin Media Internet ever working without going down, really!

I did manage some incrediblewesome sunsets; all the same, I think I might deserve a medal or ar least going into a Smug-Mode?

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Feet are still bloated.

Morning view.
Close-up of home extensionings. Coming on well?
The bottomfield, is getting greener!

Ablutionisationings!
The dreaded water carriers!

Ablutionings done!

Spuds in the crock-pot.

First catheter pouch emptying after the nurses had left.
I think I can see some spots of whatever in the wee?
Oh, dearie me!

The second shot of the home extensionings was taken because I’d forgot I took the first one. Looks like some more work has been done?

Went dark in the afternoon.
Pareidoliaist Joy! And it got
much better over the next
hour…so….

I see so many things in these later clouds!
Bootiful!
Wider shot.
My favourite, found fish (some flying) and a face or two?
A wider shot reveals so much!
Later, looks like are waves approaching?
Sun gets through as she gets lower.
Took a zoomed-in shot…
Farewell…
Sadly…
All gone!

The last caller arrived and put the night catheter bag on for me.
A quick natter, and off she trotted.

It was very late by the time I got the meal served up.
It was only potatoes, nowt else but salt…
Well, the butter that wasn’t butter…
Yet it tasted even better than butter!
On offer at the moment at Asda! (Walmart).

Jolly Good Morning!

Inchie: Thursday 27th April 2023

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I was woken by the arrival Carer, and I tested my body for signs of my current favourite ailment attacks. I’d barely moved 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; the moment I tried to lift a foot off of the chair…

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.
I did my bestest and tried a couple of times; this is the better of the two.
The 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 had returned! Talk about resistance! I had to keep painfully urging things along repeatedly; the worst was when the concrete torpedo was half evacuated, and things stopped moving for a while. Arrgh! I feared something was going to rip open!

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.
The most 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.

Not easy, especially with carrying the walking stick and the state of the feet and toes. OF course, my E.Q. knew what was… likely to happen, and it did. On the last trip, , along with a flash of ‘s attention at the same time; just as I was going into the wet room.
I lost my grip on the bucket but managed to throw it inside the wet room and avoided a mess in the hallway. I decided to get washed and shaved in the wet on the floor, in case I had any more , and save having to clean and dry things twice.
An unexpected touch of logic there from the old chap?.

A Work of Art
No, that’s not what I mean…
FARCICAL-MAYHEM
That’s better!

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?

So, now 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 , trying desperately not to catch and pull the tube, then remembering to dry the pouch again without pulling at it and having a blood flow from poor little Little Inchies, vulnerable .
acci-whoop Naturally (almost), I tugged the tube drying behind the pouch, and the blood flowed onto the wet floor. I just carried on. It was a watery mess in there anyway, and I will get it sorted later.

Then, the SHAVING
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 , or .

I took some anti- capsules. Then, got the alert wristbands on, not forgetting the wristlet Alert Alarm. Then treated Little Inchies Fungal Lesion with plain cream as best I could. Just plonked it on and then gently winced, and that was that. Did my best to pain gel the awkward to get to try medicating. Rubbed some into the 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.

Rebanded the wristlets.
Then, started Cleaning Up The Wet Room. I left at 10:00hrs. That took a long time! Longer than usual… is the cause of this farcicalness!

Ah! acci-whoop , on the server trolley in the wet room, naturally, obviously on one of the toes that had  !

The & activities took me, I believe, a good 2hrs-10min, including the and . Oh, and the cleaning up!


The being enlarged, scaffolded house caught my immediate attention. Seeing this work reminded me of the old ‘Auf Wiedersehen’ T.V. series. Especially when the lads are working n it.
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.
Sad, really; I used to hobble up there so often in my pre-handicapped days.
I had a moment or two of self-pity to cope with.
But I soon pulled myself out of it, sternly talking to myself. Self-disgust at me self-pitying moments. I was rather proud of that!

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.
Hehehe! Only joking!

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?
It seems that after the washing etc., in the wet room hours & hours ago, I’d put all the wristlet bands into one wrist for some reason.
As I often do, I could not remember the word Dementia; as 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 remembering the word.
. 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.

Ah, hang on, though. Did I really take the shot of the nosh? My admittedly unreliable, unpredictable, somewhat retention-lacking memory may just perhaps, possible, could, might be wrong here. As I recall, the late Carer called as I was about to settle to eat the meal – Yes… I may not have taken the snap, but I meant to? Being confused, apart from being an accessible mode to live in, no effort is required. You see, will take care of all that for you!

Would I have all these problems if I was born into an oligarchy?

INCHIE: Wednesday 26th April 2023

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PURE CONFUSION

I started in the usual of late meandering around. Picking up the pain from each time I had to refill the W.C. tank by hand
However, the problem coping was not good at all. When the famously inept , I was just in the process and saving my work on Word, Excel, WordPress, and CorelDraw.
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After waiting for a  long time for Mr Fries’ money-manipulating Liberty-Global gang of oligarchically-minded smoke & mirrors utilisationing company to get it back online.
It’s not surprising; it’s been down five times in three days.
Up until around midday, things seemed (other than Liberty-Global – Virgin Media letting me down) had seemed to be going well…
Then, the computer stopped me from typing in anything. Was it the keyboard? I put in new batteries. With help, we got it going again in a short time. Ten minutes later off for the third visit. This time with the added excitement (That’s not the best choice of words), I had an !
Taking the last of three buckets of water to the wet room to refill the non-working W.C. tank…
I had a bout with , and dropped the bucket! There was not a lot of mess made .
Apart from spilling the water in the hallway and Wet room at the same time, , followed swiftly by rather pissed-me-off.
By the time I’d cleaned things up, I was a different person who entered the wet room. Absolute lack of concentration, getting befuddled almost without a reason. Sadly, no notes were taken down for this blog at all! Either that or, in my confusion, I threw away the wrong notes? But I always make notes? Fair enough, Sometimes I can’t read them… surely I did – didn’t I? What a day to miss doing them; with me suffering a horrible ‘Massive Mind Blank’, too! Harrumphs! I think it was for four hours or so in the afternoon? Or did I nod off? Some bits are plainly recallable, others like mud, unclear… but did they actually happen to me in the first place?
Only one ailment to blame!

Like the circadian event of Liberty-Global – Virgin Internet failure.
The guaranteed agony of fetching water to fill the W.C. tank.
The daily walking into a door frame, cabinet or cupboard. Thanks to
Sac & .
intermittently in the day, assured at night!
Here are the photos I found…

Some with no recollection of why…
One that I can’t even recognise…
SAD INNIT?

My awakening moment, and was in desperate need of a good scratching, scratching session.
Until O moved my crumpled dressing gown and saw the state of the Catherised knee…
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My first thought was of Pareidoliaing!
Immediately, I saw a face… blood spots as eyes with a mask on, bottom strap scar as lips, papules as a nose…
Can anyone else see it?

Moving to the left leg…
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The Water-Geyser Papules seemed to be wanting to erupt again?

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Early morning pictures of the view?

Mystery Photo
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I’ve no idea what it was of?

This one, I do recall…
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I heard the sound of the mobile tone and set about searching for it. It had to be in this room, else I would not have heard it…
A long search for the 1982 Nokia ensued. No luck.
I did find it this morning.
In the dressing gown pocket!

Photo of potatoes in the crock-pot.
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I’m certain, positive, sure that I took photos of the finished and served-up meal… I think! By the time I got around to updating this on Wednesday near noon, they were not on the SD card? The same with my memories of taking photos of the tree copse and people walking their dogs… am I getting confused with other days?
And I swear I took some poor-quality sunset pictures – none on the card again, either? Grumph!

Only these photos of the feet were left on the card???
I took these over the day, can’t recall the actual times, but think they are in order chronologically.

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Humpty Dumpty Feet!

Toodle-Pips!

Inchie: Tuesday 25th April 2023

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Three efforts
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I took photographicalisations to remind me what happened!
MAYHEM!
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Good, Morning!

Food Delivery. I’d just finished refilling the W.C. water tank for the second time this morning and was already giving me enough gip – but by the time I’d got these into the kitchen, agony reined. Seemed to stay with me all day long? Morrison’s had some fresh veg in stock!
Porridge, beetroot, milk, Shloer and treats for the callers and nurses.
Oh, and some extra painkillers in an effort to tame or at least calm down , and . They didn’t work!

Got two of the Desiree red potatoes in the crock pot.
When cooked, I’ll slice them up to go in the veg soup I’m hoping to make, using the ready-cut vegetables & seasoning’. I can usually manage to cut the potatoes without any injuries… well, the odd cut or burnt finger or droppings of the product. Tsk!

Took these shots of the sky and clouds, and I did a spot of jolt decent ‘Peaceful-Pareidoliaing’ for a while.
Plenty in these two for any pareidoliain to enjoy.

Hours of blog work later, I sliced the boiled potatoes and got them into the oven to crisp and toughen up to go in the soup.
Got the ready-cut vegetable in the saucepan.
Added some more seasoning to taste.
Got the baked potatoes added, served up and feasted! I’d left some in the pan to warm up tomorrow… it seemed a good idea…

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Guess who ate his nosh, totally unaware that the idiot had left the heat on under the saucepan? Here’s a clue…
What a mess! I did my bestest to salvage the saucepan…
It is now laid to rest in multiple black coffin bags and laying at rest at the bottom of the waste chute tunnel.
R.I.P. It was an expensive one too! I now have four saucepan lids that don’t necessarily fit any of the others. And the waste tip was the destination of all four of them. Ah, there’s an idea, an Ode to Saucepan Owning Dementia Doreen Sufferers? Still, I have to say I really did enjoy the flavour of this effort; Not the cremation of the fodder left in the doomed saucepan; I meant the food I ate. Thought I’d mention that just for clarificationalistacalisationing.

After digging out what I could of the burnt offerings to go on the plate, this concrete had to get dished with the saucepan.

Worra Wild Sunset View!
Another Pareidoliaing session with this one.
Can you see the flying bird?
Dolphins in the sky?
The running tap?
Or is it just me?
Who can see?

Hehehe!

Oh, the nosh’s flavour rating, I missed that. Sorry.
Taste Rating: 7.5/10. Nice!

Auf Wiedersehen!

Inchie: Sunday 23rd April 2023

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Waking up, I was tremendously resistant to the thought of trying the computer.
As I took off night bag, I was not concerned about anything other than ‘Will the computer work?’ After yesterday’s performance with the mystery ‘Process thingummybob’ for eleven hours, I felt it might be the end for the Bang & Olufsen. My heart was not in what I was doing, and I feared the worst. I was resisting any activity apart from removing the night bag. However, the need for the was getting urgent, and the bubbling and grumbling from ruled innards forced me into action… reluctantly.

Deserved a ‘Medal-of-Muckiness’. Splattery, phooey, sloppy, and the last lb of it did not want to evacuate.
So 15-20 minutes passing and cleaning up was followed by ten minutes fetching and carrying water from the kitsch to the bathroom, three trips needed.

Got the waste bags sorted out, the computer was about to be put on, and the Carer arrived. Got me medicated, and as she left, it was back to the for me! Not so messy, but three trips, well six come think of it, were needed. This time, BPB kicked off Summat rotten and has been a bother ever since up to now. Then, believe it or not, the started on me! Then I found that poor Little Inchies . And I had to find out if the computer worked yet – that bothered me more than anything else.

The computer started, looking good, then the risk of going onto Firefox. Dang gang, dwang,,, Dwang! I got the browser on, and nothing was opening… was it Firefox or the Internet. A quick look at the Liberty-Global Virgin box revealed that it was indeed due to the $26 million a year plus guaranteed bonus’s boss of Liberty-Global, Mr Fries, inability to send a signal to Nottingham that had caused my current dilemma.
Well, fancy that, Liberty-Global Internet going down. It’s not done it since yesterday as well! Utter (overcharging) Rubbish! Still, the oligarch is good-looking. Jealous? Me? Yes!

I made the first brew of Glengettie of the day while awaiting Liberty-Global to reinstate the overcharged-for-crap service to the flats.
I was surprised at how dark it still was when I took this snap of the view through the kitchenette window.
$26 million a year plus guaranteed bonus Mr Fries, Liberty-Global service had not yet returned.
Not that I was too bothered, I had to visit the for the third time. 6 more trips with the water and BPB is even more painful!

Aha, Mr Fries, $26 million a year plus a guaranteed bonus paid, the boss of Liberty-Global – Virgin Media had got the signal working again. Well done to that number-crunching oligarch! Hehehe! I’d just taken these blue photos. The mist is not clearing yet.

FINGERS CROSSED – I OPENED FIREFOX!
Yee Gawd, it seems to be working again?.
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Sister Jane rang me. The line was breaking up badly, and I was struggling to catch most of what she said. Then the next Carer rang the bell.
I pressed on and got the Friday bl… no, Saturday blog finished, not much in it, but there you are. I can thank the oligarchical Liberty-Global’s Mr Fries for that.

Cor, Blimey! A fourth trip to the flipping . And naturally, 6 trips to and from the kitchen to fetch water for the W.C. tank. Worst of all, BPB
was so persistent with her agony giving twinges!
I wonder if last night’s vegetable soup with added seasonings might be the reason for my messy, sickly, repetitive marathons?
I didn’t take any photos of it cause I thought I’d be without a computer this morning.

Got the Health Checks sorted and a graph made in the new Enforced upon me CorelDraw. I’m still and will be until , and have been repaired… as I mentioned yesterday… if I live long enough.

The Wee-wee Mystery

Hello, the wee-wee has started to rapidly flow…
And yet all day yesterday, it was so slow!
And I’d drank Spring water, 3L or so…
Today my guzzling rate was far below?
I reckon I’ve already passed a kilo…
Coming more often suddenly…
Will I ever again get to see…
Me taking a manual wee-wee?
Hehehe!

I went to the kitchen to see if I could plan a salvage operation on what was left of last night’s nosh in the saucepan. After a bit of ponderisationing, I made my mind up.
I added a tin of cheapo tomatoes to the stick mess, tasted it cold, and added some liquid sea salt to it. Then popped the last of the vegan min-sausages in… then gave them a good stir. I can heat them up later, with the last of the terribly bland; I’ll never repurchase them from Asda, mortgage-needing priced sourdough rolls.

I had a blast on the computerisationing.
But I didn’t get very far with my blogging. Why? I’ll tell yers…
Yet another call from the innards to the !

came in support of BPB , they mutually got at me, without mercy, after fetching the water in agony from the kitchen to refill the not working W.C. tank, yet again! I know I shouldn’t, but I took two Impofrufen Extras. But did not take any Paracetamol when the Carer arrived. I went back on with blogging but realised the semi-final twixt Manchester United and Brighton was on the box; thus, I made more and more mistakes, and my eyes worsened as I got tired… Poor old thing!

Ah, Extra-Time to be played. That’s put the kybosh on me getting some blogging done!

It’s no good, I sat here doing nothing physical, and the pains from the two ailments are still so bad. I risked taking another Codeine; I hope it helps with the gals, BPB and Please!

Watching the extra time of the match… and I smelt burning! Arrgh!
I hobbled rapidlyish to the kitchenette to find I’d left the heat on under the saucepan. An awful lot of the sausages had split open. Not that it matters, I suppose.
Back at the end of the match and trying to concentrate on this blog. Not a cat in hell’s chance, of course.

I gave up on the blog and watched what little was left of the match. Then went to see if any decent shots were available of the sun going down. Too early yet.
So I got the heat under the pan, slowly warmed up the food, and served it. Two rolls of bread and a mini-pot of dessert. Not too bad at all. Gave this one a Taste Rating of 7/10. The Carer called when I was eating it.

Added the night pouch too , and slipped me a couple of Paracetamols.

Washed the pots and took these shots of the amazing sky over the next half-hour or so.

Bootiful!
High, but on her way down…
The last fullish blest of her heat…
All but hidden now. Gorgeous!
A last quick peek

♥ Au revoir ♥

Inchie: Saturday 22nd April 2023 – The Internet’s obscurity, uncertainty and ambiguity, are a total mystery to me!

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This will probably be My Shortest ever Blog!
Thanks to Firefox, the computer, Doreen Dementia, Peripheral Neuropathy Pete, Shaking-Shoulder=Shirley and/or Colin Cramps; or any variation of the above, highly possibly, all of them!.
I’ll explain: There I was, grafting away blogging my little heart out; Pleased that things were going so well… well, apart from the odd attack from my
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As near to contented as I’ve been.

I’d got the top section graphics done ready: Cartoon, Ode, Spikes Quote, and the Health Statistics graphic completed, and on the blog…
THEN DISASTER STRUCK!
As I was putting the (only) photographicalisation of the day on CorelDraw, had the WordPress tag open and the Internet home page open, and a Firefox page opened. Took three photos of them; in the morning, I made the graphic below, so you can see my confusion.

I could not get this tag to close, open any others, or close the programme. Baffled, now? The top said ‘Firefox Process.
The number on the right of the list varied between ‘Idle’, 0.2% to 4.1%… but they kept changing all the time and jumping from one line to another? What could I do?
So I left it on the screen in hopes that it may come to a conclusion or decision; let me know and tell me what to do?
11- hours later, in the early hrs of the morning, it was only showing at what I thought must be the overall % done rate, 0.3%?
I boldly turned it off at the plug.
In the morning, I shall cross my fingers and pray and then try to get it going again.
Mission impossible? The Computer’s Imminent Death?
Sod it if it is!

As you can work out by this, it survived another day.
Not sure if I will – Will anything ever go right for me?
Silly Question!

TTFN