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Inchy Today: Tuesday 15th April 2025

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Inchie: You’re not listening to me!
Inchy: Well, I’m having a pee…
Rollocks, you can’t manually pee!
But I can empty the catheter manually!
Only if yer pouch ain’t fell below yer knee…
Then yer can’t reach it, only painfully!
If I’m you, and you say you’re me,
Why is yer always acting sarcastically?
Well, I stuck with you mentally;
No need for you to act temperamentally!
Sorry, it’s been another bad day, yer see
You don’t expect me to act amiably?
There must be some points on which we agree.
I’ve got Doreen Dementia in here with me!
And you, too, just as alarmingly!
She makes me act absentmindedly,
I’ve got her for life, intrinsically,
Playing with my mind’s psychoactivity,
She’s given me Peripheral Neuropathy!
Yes, she’s cruel, she inspires me…
Inspires you! With her psychoactivity?
She taught me jealousy & perversity!
And how to correctly use pomposity,
Then where did you get your piosity?,
The same place you got your absurdity.
Always had it; it comes naturally.
And your nastiness, and pugnacity?
I’ve had them since my birth in 2015 BC.
2015 BC? How come you ended up with me?
When your current brain dies, we float away,
To Grim Reaper Land ostensibly,
We get a new brain-lodgings for free,
Move in, if assessed okay? Then permanently,
Until they near death, which is you currently,
You’re really in antemortem, pre-autopsy.
Oh, then I’ll die owing money?
What’s yer biggest debt fundamentally?
£1,566 behind, and I need to pay my electricity fee.
How did you get £1,566? That’s a lot of money! 
Herr Starmer to blame mostly…
Ah, I understand, you’ve my sympathy.
No need to be gloomy or for any negativity,
You’ll likely die today while making your tea.
How is that supposed to cheer me?
You won’t have to pay for your electricity!
Oh, yeah. I can see clearly,
All part of life’s declivity!
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Catch-up from last night.
Vegetable stew with a sausage, some Gung-Po sauce added and extra gravy for the first time ever.
I had it in for a while and could not find a sell-by date, but it didn’t smell off. It tasted lovely. The Morrisons part-baked rolls were oven-cooked, and they tasted nice, well over-dunked in the liquid first. 
I could not read the contents of the Gun Po, but I tasted water chestnuts in it. When Carer ‘Joe’ called later, he confirmed no water chestnuts were in the ingredients. But whatever was in there, I liked it. I’ll try them again with the Bulgarian beans and sausage tinned meal.

I noted the strange mini-clouds that looked like gate tops above the yellow & in the grey.
They look like shark fins in this one.
Love to know how this happened.


A lousy night’s kipping again. Ever waking up.
I tried my best to stay asleep, but it was no good. So at 06:00hrs, I rose from 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.
I removed the nocturnal catheter bag and mused over what needed to be done. Then, I decided to get the ablutions and medications done first, hoping to catch up on some sleep later.

I must have taken these two shots of the view from the kitchenette; they were on the SD.
Straight ahead
To the right, catching a bit of the balcony.

They didn’t go so well today.
Five cuts shaving. Dropped the olive oil bottle while sucking up some liquid. The Porcelain Visit took seconds, Trotsky Terence style, but it took ages to clean up afterwards. What a mess; I’ll not say where, but embarrassment ensued.

Carer Ahmed arrived. Socks, medications, and he found I’d left the hot tap running again! Argh!
Good job that I had an early clean-up & shave.

MARATHON SEIZURE
I WAS DOING SO WELL MEDICALLY AS WELL
I came out of it so confused. I’d done a little on the blog and made a mess of most of what I’d done.
I had to stop for a while to get my head together. Well, as together as it’s ever going to get. I fear I was out of things for several hours. I think I was; maybe I’d fallen asleep? I doubt it because I felt worn out after a while, which I hadn’t before the episode. I hope the Doctor rings soon. This one was not good.

Carer ‘Joe’ arrived. He had a mask on and a cough and sore throat—so did I. It was a short visit during which he assessed the contents of the Gung-Po sauce. I forgot to ask him for some Peptac.

A food order arrived that I worryingly can’t recall ordering at all.
Six bags.
Cake shop & cobs. Cakes for Carer ‘Joe’ in thanks.
More cakes for Jenny & Frank… and me!
And the ice cream cones. Slurp!
A few other bits.

Then I called to see if Jennie and Frank were at home and took some treats down for them. They tell me off, but they are so good to me. Bless them both.

NOW A SCARY MINI-SEIZURE
I was stood up when I went into it.
I felt myself going and sat down.
What felt like two minutes later,
I seemed to come round.
Crikey, was I in a state. Balance gone,
hazy-minded. Within minutes, I was
back to how I was earlier.
Mind-Bogglingly Confusing!

As I write this, about four hours later, the seizures have stopped completely. (Give them time.)

I’m going to make an early meal, see how I feel.
Lamb burgers, methinks! 
Then, I will see if I can catch up on some sleep again.
I’m off to cook the burgers now.

More Tomorrow…
Including the Lamburger Feast!
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Inchy Today: Sat-Sunday 29/30th March 2025

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The Carer took shots of the much-improved Vasculitis-Vanessa’s right leg and ankle.
Improving nicely now.
Although the ankle is still resistant. I decided not to ask the lad to put any squabs or bandages on tonight.
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I had a good meal last night. I gave it a 9/10. As I watched the Brighton v Nottingham Forest FA Cup Match, Sister Jane reminded me of it being on TV when I phoned her. While eating and watching the match, I kept falling asleep. Dagnab it! But the Carer came and woke me up, then the surgery telephoned me. Then the water alarm activated. Then I had to empty the catheter contraption, return to the chair, and doze off while the match was on. I decided to give up. I was just too tired, and I thought I might get a decent night’s sleep in for once. Hahaha!
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>>>>>Starmer Ode No.325¼<<<<<
He’s a Scrooge-like abrogator…
Cut fuel help for every pensioner,
A Labour Party principles nullifier,
Ignores the core values of Labour,
Fuel and food prices get higher,
He takes many an illegal backhander,
Proletariats’ futures looking bleaker,
Takes the maximum self-paid bonsella,
Checking MPs’ expenses is not on his agenda!
I worry for Keir’s mental-cenesthesia,
As he seeks freebies at his many colloquia,
He may not be farceur, but he is farcicaler,
Politically, a liar, deluder, and deceiver,
A Labour supporters faith-severer,
The Labour voters own derogator,
What happened to nationalising power?
And British Rail’s return… he’s a fibber!
He’s Europe’s finest thimblerigger,
I would willingly handle his vivisepulture!
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Another repeated waking-up with jumps nights sleep. I had a long verbal and then physical tussle to convince the brain to get the reluctant body out of bed. This took a while and some discomfort.

My mind wandered as I sat there on the Throne. Tomorrow is the Audio Clinic appointment. I must prepare everything needed beforehand. The following shave was a bloodless affair. Yes!
Apart from forgetting to put the cream on my ankles, tummy, Germoloid groin, and grapefruit-sized right testicle and apply the eye spray, it all went well. Haha! Oh, I did stop the bleeding , and I used the ultra-stinging Terbinafine to stop the bleeding. Went back in the wet room to olive oil my earholes and other missed medicationalisationings. 

The young Caregiver arrived as I was finishing making up the waste bags. No leg bandaging needed. Joe issued the Medications. Then he checked the taps, fridge door, and stove and trotted off.

I turned on the computer and started this blog, then worked on the Ode for Tuesday in Word.

12:45hrs: I finally got the order to transfer, but now the photos are not being moved!

I’ll keep trying and surviving, and possibly start crying!

FOOTBALL ON TV
The Carer arrived. He said he would look at my emails later tonight.
WEIRD SEIZURES: This did not happen due to sudden fatigue. Not a seizure as such. I nodded off and woke repeatedly until 03:15 hrs, when I suddenly woke up and stayed awake. I was in a confused picklement. No memory of a carer calling, but they had been because they’d fitted the nocturnal night bag, and I could taste the Warfarin. The last call, I remember bits of, the diabetic socks coming off, I think I may have dropped the tablets. One was on the carpet when I eventually got up.

Piccies that I managed to save later.
Not sure if the day is right.
I think it was an afternoon shot, so I must have got up sometime after the fatigue set in.
I’m not sure if I got the meals in order.

The Weirdest Day of March!
Sensations like never before. The sudden falling of fatiguedness, so few seizures (as I recognise them). 
I genuinely think I nodded and woke dozens of times throughout the late afternoon, night & morning.
I somehow felt only weary, yet not overly tired or exactly poorly. Manifested mightily and toyed with my brain throughout. It was a bizarre, eerie, idiosyncratic, schismatic, almost other-wordly insanity-inviting day!
Half in depression – half in la-la land.

Loosing My Grip on Life’s Sinking Ship!
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But I’ll not give up… Oh, No! (Well…) Hehe!

Inchy Today: Saturday 22nd March 2025

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I was feeling sorry for myself, quintessentially,
Dementia, loneliness, seizures lurked parlously,
A large bottle of cider persuadingly,
My brain was acting preoccupiedly,
Depressions, psych-asthenias, never free,
The cider was more prepossessingly,
Mentally, things buzzed peculiarly,
I should worry about things pecuniary,
I hadn’t a lot; now, no perspicuity,
My life is turning proverbially…
Am I going pseudo-hallucinatory?
I really don’t feel tensed or querulously,
Moments of genuine highs, then reality,
Inner visions of tangibility, palpability,
Then I lose this fantastic ability…
I accept this annoying fait accompli,
Life returns to being recessionary,
For just seconds, I react angrily,
I look again at the cider, splenetically,
I must address my shortage of specie,
A seizure grips, yet subconsciously…
I talk with myself untrustingly,
I see, hear nothing, turn sycophantishly,
Was I in a state of spatiotemporally,
Should I have bought cider or saki?
I bored myself, tautologically,
With the brain, I had a long tracasserie,
Self-hate, haughtiness & pomposity,
Nastily, offensively, vitriolically, but only to me,
On a downer, life’s a travesty!
Tonight, it might be cider instead of tea!
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Sleep is not good…
Seizure rife…
But I’d not moaning… Oh, No!
6½hrs Kip! Not a lot…
But much better than the last four days.
No domestic help again.
So I spent most of the day cleaning.
Not much was done.
Sorry about that.

The nocturnal bag rating was a four!

First photo of the view.

I did my best, but things tarted to bleed. I gave up.

Ablutions & Medications; I dropped the razor shaving. It’s not worth saying, but only two nicks.
However…
Retrieving the razor, I trapped my arm amidst the trolley as Cartilage Chloe gave way. Just as well, I did cause the entanglement stopped me from going down and hitting the deck. Nice one! Got back to the computer and took this snap as I battled to understand what the messages were about that came up on booting. I still don’t know. I gave up.

Started the hand washing and airing.

What a hue the sky had changed to!

I noticed that somebody in the flat had not changed his c176 clock calendar date! Hehe!
So, I did!

Doing the cleaning as a mammoth job that did for me! It took me so long to get so little done!

Teatime delivery from Ocado.
Costly!

Got some chips in the oven for the evening meal.
Oven chips in the oven.

At last, a meal I enjoyed!

Sandra’s Mini-Seizures kicked off, and she stayed for a few hours. I wanted to try the computer again, so I left it until the morning (which turned out to be Sunday night) to try and get it finished.

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Inchy Today: Wednesday12th March 2025

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Is it a vacation, furlough, or holiday?
Today is tomorrow, or is tomorrow today?
Is it a vacation, furlough, or a holiday?
Are politicians & their oligarchy…
Mostly skilled in deceit, greed or quackery?
Increasing their lies, & show warmongery?
Politicians greet the world’s end with alacrity…
Life is the mystery; We might die painfully,
Powers without compassion, logic or astucity!
Stating, altering, and doing things contradictorily,
Decisions with hopes turning incandescently,
They need to be examined electroencephalographically,
Nothing will stop the coming catastrophe,
I forecast the end will not be pretty…,
That’s why I wrote this little ditty,
I show not fear or lachrymosity…
Humankind’s termination is not such a pity!
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WEDNESDAY, 12th MARCH 2025
Stirred at 05:30hrs. Had a decent sleep. Sorted the catheter out but did not empty it cause I wanted the new Carer to see & grade it.

Took these three shots….
from the kitchen window.
Then…
I made a brew & reset the antique-style calendar clock.

Oh, dear…

I didn’t get to finish them, as the intercom rang.
The new carer from Inner City Care arrived.
He was a pleasant enough chap. We had a quick natter. His name was Achmad or Achmed or… (I’ll have to ask him how he spells it on tonight’s call.) My medications were given. He’s not sure if a midday visit is booked yet.

Going back into the wet room to finish the ablutions and medications, an alarm went off. I think it might have been the alarm testing, cause it soon stopped/as did my brain. I never got back to finish the ablutionings! Wot a Clot!

I got on the computer and used the Ccleaner again to get any photos onto CorelDraw. Well, I could, but it would not save them to file. No reasons were given, so I assumed the storage space was too low again. That did the trick, and as I was uploading…
Three within a minute got to me. Seconds later, I was getting on with the job, happy as a lark.

Two more mini ones, this time they left me fuddle-headed and confused to a degree. At least I realised this and stopped working on the computer for fear of going into a deeper seizure. I turned the computer to sleep mode, and before I could stand up – I’d gone into a cracking long, I assumed, Absence Seizure. Cause that is what happened. I think it lasted a good few minutes. After which I was even more puddled and out-of-it!

Things cleared a bit, & I returned to the computer.
GLOBDANGLES AND TURDSTOOLS!
I had to use the Ccleaner again to work on the photos. 
Naturally, .

I lost a couple of hours, but I had been working on and making a mess of the Ode. There were no more recognisable seizures until 17:00 hrs, and that was of little bother; it was not too deep or long to get to me. The seemed lighter at times, before going into a nosedive straight into a mire of dour dejection. I’m hoping the Matron Jackie can inspire my Doctor into activity over this ailment. I pray!

Tesco order. Just three bags – £59!
Mind you, I got two bottles of cider. (Guilt)
Food, food, & food.
Medications, soda water, PPs & bleach.

Afternoon sky shots were taken over a couple of hours..
The weather was quickly changing today.
One.
It should be a balcony shower. WP or Google, although in the editor the proper photo shows, they keep shoving something else in, distorted snaps? I’m fed up with this.
What a variety!
Really dark at times today.

 Awaiting the tea-time Carer. Unsure of when he will come, I can’t finish my ablutions or get a meal sorted yet.

DDDD still lingering. I’m wondering if I told her about the mood swings when we spoke about this year’s telephone appointment last week. Sarcastic? Me?

My worst effort this year, I think.
Luckily, I had earlier refilled the cookie jar with Cheesies!
I then emptied the cookie jar of Cheezies! Well, I didn’t eat much of the poorly made meal! Hehe!

Last call, Carer, ‘Joe’ got the diabetic soaks off. No medications were inquired about, but I didn’t need any anyway. I’d taken a swig of Peptac earlier to free the wind and taste from the calamitous meal.

I asked both Caregivers if they knew if the laundry, domestic, and financial help was still to be done for me. The response was negative! No, yea, or nae. They knew not. That is, if they understood my question. Bad enough as my hearing is already, I’m sometimes struggling to understand what they say to me. So, my accent must be as challenging to grasp as theirs. Joe and Akram are nice enough, lads.  

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Patience, Please – The End Commeth! Hehehe!
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Inchy Today: Sunday 9th March 2025

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This ode was inspired by Koheleth,
Who came into my dream on March seventh,
We chatted, and also… methinketh…
We rewrote the ten commandments, meseemeth,
He asked what mankind was really worth.
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Seems we shared many an apomorph,
In this dream, I was an ectomorph,
Seems he rebirthed in Dusseldorf,
He said life today is unsocial & tharf,
I don’t know what his words were worth.
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Long dead, he’s now a Grim Reaper, today,
‘I’ve got my own; he contacts me each day’,
He added; Mankind’s existence is not justificatory,
I said Well, there’s always been wars & poverty!
Mankind no longer read the words of the Almighty!
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I said, we no longer use mankind, but humankind,
It’s considered insulting to our female kind!
His looks of scorn tormented my mind…
Women’s duties, the Lord defined!
To reproduce, to submit to her husband.
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To the window I was beckoned…
He spoke as his arms lifted skyward…
Earthlings are no longer disciplined,
The Lord is thought less of than cannabinoid,
Faith, they go out of their way to avoid!
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The vision ended, and I felt isolated, bare…
Was this Old Testament man really there?
What was it he wanted to tell or share?
Did he visit to lambast or assure?
To the bible we should adhere?
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It was written by men to suit their persuasion!
To get a stronghold on the masses & accreditation,
Hundreds of faiths, claiming authorisation,
It’s no wonder I get depression,
Faiths & Governments are anti-egalitarian!
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Proletariats get only biased adjudicature,
Let’s face it, Starmer is an out-and-out liar!
Justice, fairness, & compassion we require,
We get greed, oligarchs, violence & war,
What can we do? Nothing, I’m sure!
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I found an old SD card hidden on the floor underneath the computer desk. I also found some photos of the progress being made at a house in front of the flats. It took another to update the series, but now it appears finished.
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Last night was the worst night’s sleep of the year
What didn’t keep waking me up? Every bloody thing seemed to! And despite being tired out, I struggeld to get back to sleep every damned time I woke up! I gave up at 05:00hrs.
Anne Gyna, I suppose, was the most oft-repeated offender, closely followed by Shaking Shoulder-Shirley.
As I moved my muscular, healthy, perfectly formed body to get at the , I started coughing and sneezing! Humph! What the heck next? Double Hump!

I removed the nocturnal catheter pouch. It was a bit darker today, and as I stood up, I lost my balance and gave way at that second… Fortunately, I managed to land on the aged, grotty-looking c1966 made, charity-shop-bought, horribly beige-coloured, £300, Harold’s Haemorrhoid-testing, non-operational, acne-giving, virus-breeding, rickety, easy-to-fall-out-of recliner that I’d just climbed out of. A bit of good luck here: did not bleed!
I emptied the night pouch, disposed of it, and paid a visit to the Porcelain Throne.
A stinky affair, and sticky as well! I got the tune of Phorpain gel to rub into Cartilage Chloe and Arthur Itis. However, I got some pm the day cather bag. I had to take it off and wash it. I’ve only got two left. I must order some more. I clearly remember thinking something similar two weeks ago. This brought on , Why? I Dunno! But he did.

I took a snap of the view from the kitchenette window. However, when I uploaded the shots to the computer later, they didn’t appear on the SD card. Treble Humph!
I gathered all the wastebin bags into one and placed it near the front door. Then, I got onto the computer and realised I had not put the SD card in Kodak Tim 2 or Kodak 1. What a mess trying to sort them out. It seemed so much harder to get to grips with while DDDD was present. I spent hours fathoming about getting them arranged in order.
Some are on each SD card and on each internal storage.

So I semi-guessed, reading each box to see if it said day or evening. Some I could not read, thanks to Glaucoma Gladys. But they were obvious ones I had to take day and night, so there was no problem. I took them. Then, as I was emptying the catheter day bag, blood was coming from Little Inchy’s fungal lesion. So I applied some cream Hydrochloride cream. Gawd, it hurt. Haha!

As it turned out, I pressed on with the blog—a mission impossible. I did not finish yesterday’s post but am starting today’s. What an imbecile!

Was joined by the longest ever Absence Seizures. I worked out the best I could, which must have lasted three hours. I was finally coming out, or back into, mock reality. The carer arrived. I know I was talking to him, but I do not know what. I’m going to have to ring the Doctor about these. Mind you, I already have. I waited 8 days to get a telephone call back from her. I have waited another 6 days for a call. This gigantic, lengthy, non-eleptic seizure left me confused & drained. Not good!

I must get Saturday’s blog done now (22:36hrs).

Done it! Hurrah! .23:00hrs

Earlier sunset snaps.
Almost like a painting?

Food needed now!
Wunderbar!
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Concerned at too many a seizure…
Differing types, lengths, anywhither.
Waiting for Matron, as assessor & advisor,
Three weeks now, she may come in October,
Worried about my mental architecture,
My innards, eyesight and Back-Pain-Brenda,
Currently, the worst different types of seizure,
My latest ailment is arithmaphobia,
Doing the medications ordering and roster,
I feel a sort of mental nincompooper,
Signs of my becoming a cacographer,
Eyesight & shakes, a terrible photographer,
My mind & body are contracting dystaxia,
Options, decisions taken, ever more dotier,
Prolonged seizures? I become a gongoozler,
Ankle ulcers colours, black, red and/or zaffre, 
Little Inchies Fungal lesion, Anne Gyna,
Shirley’s Shaking Shuddering Shoulder,
Toothache Tiffany, Gladys Glaucoma,
Earache Erasmus, Acne and Eczema,
Cartilage Choe & Carol, Episodic Ataxia,
Dementia Doreen, Paroxysmal Dyskinesia,
Dark Dank Depression Duncan, a canker!
For reading this Ode-Moan; I thank yer!

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Forgive My Foul Language, but Starmer!
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Grouchy Inchy: Thursday 5th December 2024

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Self-Judgemental methinks?
With life, I’m becoming unaffiliated, 
Mentally & physically more afflicted,
I’m not angry, but I am aggravated,
I can’t get problems solved or alleviated,
My lifestyle is far too antiquated,
My hopes & needs have been attenuated.
My thoughts & actions remain authenticated,
My failures are now expected, just accepted,
My final dream is still awaited…
To see Starmer assassinated.
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0600hrs: Stirred back into a mock-pretence of life, detached the nocturnal cater pouch from the day pouch and fumbled as fast I could out of bed, and hobbed to the wet room to utilise the Porcelain Throne.
Released one multicoloured cement-like torpedo. It took a while. Minimal bleeding, though.

Sorted a new recovery layout for the lost, leaked-via-the-catheter urine stains on the carpet. 
It’s gonna take a long time to entirely refresh it. Phew!

I limped off to the kitchenette to put the kettle on. 
Taking this snap from the offer view. The blue hue view that was on offer. Hehe!

My first Christmas Card arrived via the postman. Followed shortly after by an Amazon order. The card was from Jill & Eugene.

 The box contained the microwave cooking plastics that I ordered. One which had a divided content divider in the middle so as to cook and not mix together whatever you did not want to mix in the first place… Lost the word plot there! As if it was something different, me making an error, mistake, Accifauxpa or Seizure was different.

This snap relates to how I felt at the time of taking it. Darl, Dank & Depressed.
Previously, I don’t think I had a single seizure, not that I couldn’t have; I just couldn’t recall noticing any. 
This changed. I felt a series of long-winded ones and have little memory of the next few hours. I found notes I’d scribbled on the notepad, but unfortunately, most of them were unreadable; I could make out a few lines, though they didn’t make the clarification of their message any more transparent. 
I fear I might have placed another food order. I’ll check all the sites later when I feel more like myself.

The only thing I could read clearly was a few lines that read, “Warden Deana called to do an alarm check.” But I cannot recall this at all. That bit of writing was done so well, clearly, and readable. There’ll be a reason for that.
If I find it, I’ll let you know.

I gave up and put myself even further behind with the blog.
Then I made the daily meal: Milk Roll bread beef sarnies with no-butter butter, dabbed with Marmite, tomatoes, beetroot, pickled mushrooms, chestnuts, and Stilton Cheese. Very Nice!

A short-on-detail blog, I’m sorry to say,
It was a very confusing sort of day,
Seizures made things go diversionary,
This may read delusory, in disarray,
Many items & events were missed, I daresay.
I’ll make a mug of tea, Glengettie!
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TTFNski!
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Ivanhoe Inchy: Fri 29th Nov 2024

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Have we oldies been accessorised?
Is this something to do with Starmer’s lies?
Should politicians be backhanders or exemplifiers?
I ask these things cause I’m not very wise,
Are Oligarchs crooked financiers?
Ought our PM’s be gonfalonieres?
I think they show their audacities, & artificialities,
Their answers seem to decontextualise…
Questions answered seem to extemporise…
Explanations, hypothesise or theories,
No guilt is shown; suspicion then intensifies,
Reasons for the oldies mental malaise…
Deafness, Dementia we can’t always ostracise,
Maybe paralysis, prosthesis, or psychosis?
Voting for who? The least bloodthirsty?
Some seek self-profit, adversely…
Some act cunningly, some with ambiguity,
If I was PM, I’d lead anacreontically,
Towards the aged, I’d act adminicularly…
Starmer is more a dictator than an abecedary,
So he can’t bring or supply equanimity.
His nature & outlook are not very veritable,
I think their future is looking terrible…
Some looked to me like just fixed addicts,
One appeared to be doing mind acrobatics,
Many seemed to be on antibiotics…
One was ever-scratching at her bedticks,
The chancellor looked like a Wiccanist,
The chap next to her, like a voodooist?
Gurning Starmer looked the wealthiest,
His cabinet lot looked the weirdest…
Backbenchers suffered from wanderlust,
Sturmer got a few scolding looks,
They were from the wannabes,
Rachel Reeves started to apothegmatise…
Using axiomatics to hide her lies,
It was matter-of-fact, nowt to energise…
To give false hope would not be wise,
No hope giver Starmer, but an annihilationist,
A farmer-hating Starmer and gerontophilias,
Who leads his turncoat MPs, the nudnicks…
Policy changed from Socialist to psychosis,
The sceptics changed their semantics,
From romantics to political bandits,
From scholastics to schizophrenics,
Humane to back-hander-holics!
From honourable to Oligarchal!
Labour’s already as rusty as my belt buckle!
Their honour dies, leaving no sparkle…
I wouldn’t mind if Starmer gets suicidal!
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This blog was not started until 14:00hrs on Saturday.
Between Mini-Seizures, Dizzy Dennis, and Memory-Mangling-Malcolm—backed up with Glaucoma Gladys—and the computer failing to save again, it’s been a long, unsuccessful, lousy day for me. (18:10 hrs).
I suppose I made a decent start, though. I did complete December’s templates. However, I even got the dates wrong on many of them, so I had to change each one to regain the required sequence of dates. Also, a few photos were saved, but not many were taken.
If it was go-wrongable, it did!
Little Inchies Fungal Lesion Bleeding.
Toothache Tiffany. Mini-Seizures. Dozzy Dennis.
Harold’s Haemorrhoids were debilitating still now!
I did manage to get some sleep in though.
Up at 04:15hrs. Sleep was a little better, but nowt to shout about, I’ve still not caught up with all the days lost.
Urine is a better colour!

Sorry, but it’s so late. I’ll just put the few photos I’ve got on… if the computer lets me. 
Morning views.

Ablutions, I couldn’t use the shower cause the diabetic socks were not taken off last night. Stand-up wash shave, teggies, medicationalisationed, scented things. Haha!
It still took me two hours without showering..
Carer Chris
Started the templates.
Carer Joanne.
Finished the templates.
Seizures and Dizzies were bad.
Made a food order for the following Monday.

Suddenly drained after a good start as well.
Fell asleep in the computer chair…
Woke up when I fell off of the computer chair.
Slipped, hauling my massive body up from the floor.
Hit head on the itch-creating, bruise-giving, catheter-tube-tugging, crumb-decorated from my nocturnal nibbling, God-awfully uncomfortable, cringingly grotty, no longer working, dirty beige, anti-sleep designed, c1966, second-hand bought for £300 ten years ago from the charity shop, recliner. Nose & teeth bleeding. (They soon stopped; the headache lasted a little longer, though)
Carer Chris came; he wanted a can of cider… well, he took the last two of them. He didn’t, but he put them in the fridge to cool them and will collect them on his next visit.
Not a lot, but I wasn’t hungry.

Acne & Ezcema is back again!

Sorry, it’s so short.
Time won today. I’m too tired to start today’s blog, and it’s too late anyway. So, I expect it will be another battle to get things done for tomorrow’s blog. I think!

TTFNski – Have a Great Day!

Impurer Inchy: Thur 21st Nov 2024

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Bladder bother, being depressed,
Doreen Dementia, can’t find a dentist…
Toothache Tiffany, Glaucoma Gladys,
So many things; I’m at my dorkiest,
I wish they could be dispossessed!
And health & sanity could be repossessed!
These hopes prove I’m at my docilest…
Daftest, dottiest, dowdiest, and doziest,
This week, I’ve been badassed & bypassed,
Most things I did were faulty or circumspect,
Forgotten, digressed, at my gauchest…
I’m demoralised, this I did expect,
More emails, boxes to be ticked & checked,
Worries, more debts, am I accurst?
Life used to be zestier now, at its yuckiest,
I accept old age & not being the luckiest…
Carers, Nurses, Debt collectors visits…
Next week there cometh a psychiatrist,
But no politicians or aerobicists,
Nurse Hristina on Monday for blood extracts,
I hope my logicality & sanity soon reconnects,
My legs have shrunk at their scantiest!
He called them chicken legs, hilarious!
Often my seizure, I do not witness,
Till I see things I’ve done, what a mess!
Tim Price told me to consult a Wiccanist,
Am I a conceptualist or a hypotheticalist?
I used to be an ardent philosophist,
Can’t find my watch if it’s off my wrist,
I suppose I’m more of a paradoxist,
Undoubtedly, I’ve become a schiziest,
Also, now I’m at my sloppiest, schleppiest,
Definitely, I’m at my schlumpiest,
Indeed, at my gloomiest & grumpiest,
Five callers on Monday, each one a nurse,
£30 for toenails cut by the chiropodist,
The Carer tells me I’m a somniloquist,
Caught me asleep talking to myself in verse,
And answering myself, could it get worse?
Of course, it will. Bad luck & I coexist!
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Sorry, it’s a bit bare today.
I didn’t get this started until Saturday morning!
I had two horrible days of Dizzy Dennis and Sandra’s Seizures and made more mistakes and errors than ever before. Photos are the only reference to whatever took place.
I know a nurse was called. I can see her image now, but I have no idea what happened. The calendar shows a hospital visit appointment for next Saturday. I wrote this above with a degree of certainty, only to find I made another mistake. The appointment was to remind me about a Nottingham City Homes event, not the City Hospital. Yet the image of the nurse’s face still lingers in my mind, although I am again certain now that one did not call at all.

I must blog on Friday and Saturday, including today (Saturday). I’m bewildered. This morning, the Caregiver (I think) was concerned about what must have been my nonstop gibberish. I pray that things will get better. I do indeed feel a little more with it now. Enough to try to sort out a blog of some sort. I shall press on, forwards.

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Way-too dark.

Chicken-Legs: See all the room in these slippers.
It would be nice if the belly would shrink, too.

Morning shots

End car park at the flats.

Taken from the computer chair. Through the two balcony windows and doors.

I put the potatoes in the slow cooker. Rather, a lot of Oregano seasoning. Incidentally, I found them in the slow cooker 27 hours later, on Friday. I’d totally forgot about them! Humph!

 I think many photos were taken, but the computer did not let me file/save many of them.

I’m glad the computer granted me permission to load this one. Almost artistic with all the unseen additions to it.

Beef in black bean sauce is a ready-made meal. Air-fried frozen potatoes, chestnuts, and sliced red onions were added. The finger cut was not too bad a one.

Ah, well, better late than never, I’ll get it posted.

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I hoped I’d not have another day like Thursday,
But would I? Absobloodylutely!
What another nightmare on Friday!
It’s now a rainy, wet Saturday,
I’ve only just done this blog for Thursday!
Things have been going adversarially,
Seizures have ruled things Medically.
Various ailments are affected mentally.
Accifauxpas collaterally, but not colossally,
My coping and chin-up skills go pathetically.
Peace of mind – a much-wanted delicacy,
Maybe it’s time to stop my wordsmithery?
Each day, I seem to find a new vulnerability,
Live with constant Whoopsiedangleploppery,
I can’t get things to go right properly…
Talking to myself verbally & telepathically,
Concentration ruined by Toothache Tiffany,
I’m doing more things, sort of subconsciously,
Thoughts and actions can seem Pseudohallucinatory
For giving up, I now have a greater propensity,
I need someone to rescue, help or adopt me…
So, there are more problems now, you see…
Embarrassment makes my continuing tricky,
Was I fated for failure, fait accompli?
I’ll fight off this depression rancorously!

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Elapsed Inchy: Sunday 17 November 2024

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Initially, I loathed and hated our PM, robber Starmer,
For stealing fuel help from every pensioner,
But I felt a smidge, just an iota, guilty of this later…
Although it made OAPs £500 poorer…
It got the Unions complaining angrier,
It was businesses that gave him his backhanders!
An unpopular decision by anyone’s standard,
Was it not for Labour that most oldies voted?
Keir fears not, as I’ve before quoted…
Pensioners, eat or eat, will die, no longer an elector!
Come the next election, if alive, they’ll not remember,
They’ll be in a  home or alone, suffering from Dementia,
Deafness, acroanaesthesia, or bradykinesia,
Starvation, humiliation or very likely, cryoanesthesia,
Blind or with Starmer-pleasing hypomnesia,
Frigid, cold, hungry, with herpes zoster,
And thanks to Herr Starmer, cryoanesthesia…
Acatamathesia, paramnesia and awaiting euthanasia,

I often muse over why I’m such a tergiversater,
A gossip, voluble, so garrulous, a twattler,
I only see the Nurse, Carer and or Warder,
So, it’s usually with me, my verbal symposia,
This surely means that I’m my own shillaber?
My own name-caller, hater & reprobater,
No seizures today, but they’ll come later…
How can I hold so many one-man symposia?
To be honest, at the moment, I’m in control titular,
Some ailments are worse, but none in particular…
Oh, yes, there is, Toothache Tiffany, I am a fibber!
I use the toothache spray, at £599 for 100ml,
Still trying to save enough to get a new cooker,
I may not cook chips again, nevermore!
A new carer today, Rachel, a good-looker,
I blame Stealer Starmer, and I hate him to my core!
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Buggered up the day with them, they quickly came,
I wanted to blame whatsitsname…
Or maybe even whatsaname, 
I considered blaming whatshername…
But for each one, I was the one to blame.
First one, I was cleaning the windowpane…
Lost my balance stretching, I gained some pain,
Crawled to the recliner & got on my feet again,
Next time, sat there, thinking of my old beldame,
Stood up & collapsed due to Jelly-Legs-Jane!
Crawled to the recliner & got on my feet again,
Then, I dropped my written username…
I tried bending down again…
Landed on my knees, agony more than pain!
The recliner was nearby, I got on my feet again,
But doing so was such a strain,
Tumbling is easy, like walking in front of a train,
The recliner was nearby, I got on my feet again,
Then I sat for two hours on the Porcelain!

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I can’t remember if I put this one in yesterday or when I took it. But I like it, so I’ll possibly be repeating things.
A zoomed-in early morning picture of the sun coming up from behind the flats.

This morning’s efforts.

Is my urine going darker again?

Renaurds affected feet and toes. I made a mess of the photo; I assume I’d put the flash on, so it looks weird.

Morning all.

Afternoon-teatime views.

It looked like some clouds were going to land.

Made a meal early today. So I could watch the England ROI footy match on the box.
Mature cheese thickly spread sarnies with some Marmite added. Red onions, fish sticks & beetroot. Another pot of Limoncello lusciously licked off of the spoon, Haha!

I added some flavour to the spring water for during the match. And what a score!
I added some more alcohol to my bottle of spring water.
Hehehe!

I got an unintentional artistic wobble on.

TTFNski, each.

Iliad Inchy: Saturday 16th November 2024

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I had a visit from Grim Reaper 8,2,449,26 Vizi,
He was not soul-collecting, he called socially,
I like this Reaper Vizi, who last visited me in 2023,
He said he was depressed but very busy,
North Korean troops join in war against Ukraine,  
Available Souls to collect rises again…
Gaza, so many humans getting slain,
Children starving, dying in pain,
There is no world affability or affinity,
Words spoken artificiality, many an atrocity,
Politicians without any accountability,
No shortage of greed or ambivalency,
Hostility, or apathy, sinful Oligarchy…
Seek profit, power, a mega bankroll,
War children build themselves a bolthole,
Politicians lie, cheat, use hyperbole,
Free murderers, with a legal loophole,
Killers, murderers given parole, 
We don’t need wars to kill, as with Chernobyl,
Plane, ship disasters, or a sinkhole,
Fewer miners die, now you don’t use coal,
Earth is doomed; well, it is a hellhole!
I interrupted him, “You can take my soul…”
Dying must surely be more peaceful?
Is heaven extraterrestrial?
Was humankind meant to be experimental,
I sense that we are all fossiliseable,
Well, of course, anything is possible…
Vizi said that trusting humankind is fatal,
This starts when they are foetal,
Anklesnappers turn into people,
They turn finical, criminal & some fatidical,
Like you, cause you’ve a low IQ but high EQ,
You see, but you don’t know what to do…
Your hopes for happiness are exhausted,
Your faith in humankind has vegetated…
Your lust for life has withered…
The Lord’s return remains uncorroborated,
Your caring nature has been exploited,
Life itself, you’ve never bested,
Truth is, you are no longer interested…
You’ve grumbled, moaned and protested,
You’ve not changed, but the world has altered,
You’ve failed, lost, deflated and faulted…
This earth has been maladministered,
Now an idiot has been Prime Ministered!
And pensioners he has murdered…
Yet Starmer remains undeterred,
Wait for him in hell to see him burn!
Then your sense of humour can return!
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Another miserable night’s sleep was endured. I felt so weary when it came time to get up and prepare for the food delivery I nodded off again. What I thought was five minutes later, I shot awake for the umpteenth time and I began to haul my abdominous-bellied body from the grasp of the c1968, tatty, scruffy, unkempt, uncomfortable, virus, microorganism, bug, bacterium, bacillus, germ, parasite producing, and disease-fermenting second-hand, eyesorely-horrendously grungy beige-coloured, £300, charity shop bought, crumb-retaining, moth-eaten, non-working, bacillus encouraging, incommodious, tatty  Haemorrhoid Harold testing recliner. I did the 40-second balance exercises and dragged myself carefully upright onto my legs to get to my .
The intercom rang out! Gotten Himmel! I thought it was about 05:00hrs, but it was 07:00hrs! So much for me nodding off for five minutes; it must have been two hours. If Electric-Shocking-Sandra and Thought Storming Steven had let me sleep earlier, it wouldn’t have been a problem. I was still not entirely out of the earlier seizure, but a bit of good luck… Yes!

Carer Promise arrived as the delivery chap was opening the door. Promise took the bags into the kitchen for me. Then he fitted the diabetic socks and sorted the medications out for me, remembering the Vitamins. Thank you. He assessed the colour of the urine in the nocturnal pouch for me. Then, I emptied the pouch and got on with sorting the delivery from J Sainsbury’s.

I’d forgotten to order some fresh tomatoes. Humph! Still, I’ve a few left to be used, but they are a few days old.
I had to throw it away.
The fish sticks and the meat were in the refrigerator; I forgot to check the dates, so I delved into the fridge again but could only read two.
Cheesy cobs and the Milk Roll sliced loaves of bread were put in the freezer, ready for use later. I kept out one pack of cobs to use today and put the butter in the fridge. Two ready-made meals went in with the butter. One potato cheese, onion, and a sweet & sour one with rice joined the butter and lemon yoghourts & desserts. The rest went into a cupboard: tea bags, cider, pork knuckle, bicarbonate of soda, and the Veggie cookies.

Then it was off to the wet room for a wash and Porcelain Throne session. Another torpedo, and again followed by some sticky wet waste product. That bit was messy.
I took a photo of my Renaulds feet and toes. But the computer would not let me save this one. It’s most annoying, well, damned annoying, I can tell you.

When I shut down the computer yesterday, I did a Ccleaner routine, and I thought this should help me this morning. It did, to start with, but it soon started refusing to save. I must try to get help fitting the stand-alone hard drive for me.

My Mini-Seizures were rampant today. I lost count of how many times I forgot what I was doing mid-stream of any actioning previously. I recall talking to someone about the Ice-Cold sensations, to find they suffered the same thing. We both agreed it was frustrating, as people who don’t have the problem cannot understand it or how bad it is. Also, what effect can it have on someone? Dropping things, failing to grab a hold or grip, etc. Losing balance, we share as well. It was nice to chat with someone who knows. Convincing the medical world of the seriousness is even more difficult!

I took this snap from the kitchenette window sometime in the afternoon. While checking if it had gone on the SD card, I saw a fantastic flowering bush in part of the garden in front of the two houses. I took a close-up photo of it. I wondered if anyone in the blogosphere knows its name?

The photos were not saved again, so I gave up. In the morning, many of them went on, which baffled me.

I sat down and blissfully fell asleep, but the Carer arrived to wake me up. Hehe!
It was all sorted, and I went into the kitchen to prepare the planned beef sarnies with beetroot, red onion and tomato-buttered cobs. I took these three shots as darkness began to fall.

Mind you, I’m enjoying them.
It’s just that I’ve cut my fingers a few times when slicing tomatoes, onions, beetroot, bread, etc. Losing the use of the cuts down on chips!

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TTFN.