Inchy Saturday 13th January 2024

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Another bad night. I can’t think of an inner area of me that didn’t give me some bother overnight. Sleep? What’s that then? As this Saturday progressed, things got easier… slowly!

Too dark!

‘Red Sky in the Morning.
Shepherds Warning!’

Later in the morning.

arrived
He took off the nocturnal catheter pouch for me. I forgot to ask him to put on the diabetic night socks and .
He classed the urine in the night bag as a level 6, colourwise.
The lad was keen to get home after a hectic shift, he said.

Started the computer, and ,  an Iceland delivery arrived. Which caught me out a little; yet again, I thought it was due next Monday?.
Slurp!

Stored the fodder, and made an order for next week with Asda.

called. We spoke of catheter hassles and had a laugh while she issued the medications

I later found photos of the meal and view shots on the internal section, but I could not access them. Plainly I’d taken them without the SD card in again! 
So, I’ll not show them! Tsk!

Just looked at this over-full day pouch!
What a brilliant colour on the scale – a 2!

Evening views from the kitchen.

Well, they both beat me!

TTFN

Inchy: Frid 12 Jan 24: Social Prescribing Team Visited Me!

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Last night must have been the worst one for me for months. It seemed to me I was waking up more times than falling asleep! Worse still, each time I woke up, I had other ailments playing up. With the over-bearing belief that it was about 04:00hrs or so, I had Violent up comings from , the bladder and bowels were both rumbling away, too. I could hardly believe it as burst from the door alarm, and in walked . It was gone 07:00hrs already! , along with the were having a go at me.
I did inform Maryham of how I felt. She then recommended to me that after she had gone, I get back to sleep. (Which I’d been trying to do all night)  But only managed a few minutes each try before waking up again. Hehehe! She made sure I had the Alert-Alarm on, telling me to use it if needed. A very sensible suggestion, gal. No idea what I looked like, but I felt properly poorly, weary, in pain, & tired out.
I was so confused, that I forgot to remind her about the new medications to take in the mornings.

The PM caller remembered and asked me if I’d had one, but I wasn’t sure or not. She checked the amount used, and decided not. So gave me one, only one a day, incidentally…
Later on, when I’d started to feel a bit better, I looked up Folic Acid; and found some interesting things it is taken to counter. â‘  To limit hair loss. ② To help your baby’s brain, skull and spinal cord develop properly in pregnancy. ③ As a medicine used to reduce side effects treating arthritis. ④ To treat iron deficiency &  anaemia. ⑤ We suggest that folic acid may play a role in improving the repair of peripheral neurotransmitters, nerve injury, and dying by promoting the proliferation and migration of Schwann cells, & secretion of nerve growth factors. 

And all these years, they have told me there is nothing they can do to mend my dying Neurotransmitters? Peripheral Neuropathy?
No time to ponder on this now. I’ve just read the possible side-effects of Folic.
SIDE EFFECTS – ANAPHYLAXIS
Symptoms of anaphylaxis happen very quickly.
Symptoms include Swelling of your throat and tongue. Difficulty breathing or breathing very fast. Difficulty swallowing, tightness in your throat or a hoarse voice, wheezing, coughing or noisy breathing, Feeling tired or confused, feeling faint, dizzy or fainting. Skin that feels cold to the touch, blue, grey or pale skin, lips or tongue. If you have brown or black skin, this may be easier to see on the palms of your hands or soles of your feet. You may also have a rash that’s swollen, raised or itchy. Sometimes it’s not known what caused an anaphylactic reaction..
Well, that takes a lot of sinking in. I’ve got the majority of the listed side effects already!
I’m glad I looked it up now – Not. Hehe!
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It is not one of my best-ever morning view snaps.
I tried again.

had kindly got the pads, straps, and diabetic socks from my feet. My plan was to get a shower & shave later. But I’d forgotten about the ladies from the social services who were calling on me later today, so the shower & shaving have not been done for three days now. Dirty, Boy!

I tried my best to concentrate on starting the blog… but it was not easy. had never been so vicious, loud or painful with his valve returning all wind up the tube, gullet, I mean. In fact, he was so noisy and forceful that it encouraged his partner to join in! At this very moment, I heard the access requiring hallway intercom tune playing. (I’d got my hearing aids in) 
It was the ladies from the Social Prescribing & Community Support team. They arrived and introduced each other to me. Very kind ladies, with a tendency to listen to me as I answered their questions. As , and was blasting away, so loudly at times, I turned down the hearing aids volume so I could hear their voices. Roger seemed determined to try and stop me from listening, as indeed, Stuttering Stephanie tried to stop me from talking. Hehe!
The kind ladies’ names were Katarina and Belinda.
During the question and answering, I had a mini , and a few minutes later, gave way. Which I think was a good thing, for them to see what I have to go through daily? Both were very understanding and patient. I think we agreed on some actions to be taken to get me more help, but am not sure what. A possible cooker that could not catch fire, I believe was spoken about. Assistance with travelling to and from medical visits. Many other things were discussed. But seems to think it best if I cannot recall them all now. But as usual, some things stick with me, and others fade quickly. A vague help with washing and dressing lingers in the brain, but, of course, I could be wrong. Doing this ode makes me realise that my spending so much money on Grammarly saves many errors, not all of them, but I think most of them are still being made & missed by me.

The ladies departed, and I got back onto the blogging.

I put the TV on and spotted that the ‘All Quiet on the Western Front’ film was on. So I watched it for a while then I had a mug of Glengettie and dunked some of the lovely LU and Maryland cookie biscuits.
But I soon lost interest, thought back to the ladies’ visit, and wrote down the details above, which I recorded on the pad to use later on.

Arrived and gave me the Folic Acid.
Checked the taps and the cooker were not left on, for me. We had a little natter

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Well, that was different!

I had a look at my book of favourite poems.
And, I found…
A new best one for me pleasure.

Balcony views parade! End car park…
With the least-ever mudslide!
A close-up of the almost a puddle!
The gravel footpath, into Woodthorpe Grange.
Park, that I can no longer get up to visit
my beloved tree copse on the left.
A single young man walking on the far path.

The gal from the salon arrived at the flat, and she got my toenails cut. What a relief… it also relieved me of ÂŁ30!

Checked the time, and got back to working on this blog again. I felt the pouch on the left leg pulling…
Blinking Heck!
Got it emptied just in time!

Going to get a meal sorted out now.
Mayhap, I’ll get some lamb & mutton burgers…
in the oven, with some…
Pickled green tomato salad…
Eat the burgers in sliced cobs…
And, maybe a brew of Glengettie?

Back in the morning to finish this off…
I Hope!

I made a rather pathetic-looking meal. I was not really all that hungry. I was so tired & weary again, but really enjoyed the lamb & mutton burgers I made.

Washed the dishes, checked the taps and cooker were not left on, and proceeded to nod-off and wake up again all night long! Humph!

Cheers, each, Have a great day!

Inchy: Tuesday 9 January 2024

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So far behind again, comments at a minimum; most of them are anyway. Sorry.

A wee bit dark. Haha!

The first morning view.

A bit of bother this morning from .
Followed by an Inchy cock-up! I saw the date on the Paracetamol box. I assumed this was the use-by date. I dished them and got another box out of the medical drawer. Then realised the date was the delivery date. Humph!

Eurgh!

I realised I had not had much time before the Carer called, but I decided I could surely get a full stand-up wash and shave in an hour & a half. So, I proceeded at a hurried pace. By Jimminee! I did it when I’d estimated… well, nearly anyway! One teeny-weeny nick shaving, I hit the shoulder on the door-frame, leaving the wet room and got the PPs on without injury! I considered going into a . But didn’t.
I found a bruise on top of my left foot, but I didn’t know why or where from. Oh, and I did the shaving while standing in a bowl of hot, disinfected, soapy water with bi-carb in it, so the dirt came up from the feet. And all without slips or injuries! 

I got the dressing gown on, and the leggings and diabetic socks out ready, as arrived.
I explained that I was not going to put the ankle or leg strapping on yet, and was leaving it for the midday Carer. Because I wanted to get the cream on the legs and let it sink in properly. This does indeed help ease the eruptions, but only if I can get the time to let it soak in properly under the diabetic socks. Which Richard put on for me next after giving me the morning prescription medication and Peptac.

The JS order arrived. I carried the bags to the kitchen one at a time, leaving them on the floor to return to Richard. Who was tired out. He offered to help put the food away, but I thought it best if the lad got home and to bed, sharpish. Cheerios and treats were done, and I returned to the kitchen and the bags. This is when I came over all Pareidolianiable, Hehe! I took a photo of the bags on the floor…
I saw something in the photo that had me back on the computer and CorelDraw to make the graphic I spotted. I just had to do it!
My sense of humour was alive and kicking!

Back to putting the goods away.
The doorstep-sized sliced Sourdough bread was massive. It was a substitute for two little sourdough rolls. I’ll ask if anyone would help by taking half the loaf to use cause it was far too much for me to eat without it going out of date, and I had no room in the freezer.
At last, I’d got some of the Branston Fruit Sauce, 3 bottles; although they were not cheap, they remain my favourite brown sauce. The diddly bananas will do for me. Some biscuits, too.

The light arrived, and I took these shots.
From the kitchen window.

Again, the bladder pains informed me that the day pouch was backing up. I can’t understand why it has been doing this lately?

Did the midday call. She brought in some mail that had been posted for me.
One from the bank.
The other is from Lisa in the USA with a Christmas Card; bless her. She is such a treasure to me. With all her ailments that outnumber mine, I think she’s so caring and kind! 
♥  ♥  ♥  ♥
Then Kara put the diabetic socks on for me and checked the day pouch. Bless her.

Got a landline call come in; it was Hristina.
She is calling tomorrow to take the DVT Warfarin INR blood test for me. All my sweetheart connections today are cheering me up. I took a can of Gin Spritz to neighbour Jo,sie too.

I decided that I’d have the cheapo off-cut bacon today with tomatoes; I’m doing the bacon in the oven, but I had to cut off such a lot of fat that the product that went in the waste bin was three times the size of what made it into the oven. Made them small chunky bits so they cook quicker and crisper.
Przyprawa and liquid sea salt were added to the tomatoes in the saucepan, and later, I added the bacon and some soya pieces. I can heat this up easier later on.

Two late afternoon shots.

Did the first evening call. He was half-with-me and half-not. He selected a nibble and bottle of pop and took the laundry bag with him.
I hope it comes back this time!
As he left, I spotted the sunset, and it was about to sink out of view. I hastened to fetch , and as I , into the balcony to take a couple of shots. I got the first one just as the sun seemed racing down over the horizon.
By the time I’d got set to take another…
The sun had disappeared!

Finally, I made a start on this blog.
Talk about getting further & further behind...

Many hours later, I decided to give up and get the meal heated and eaten. Hehehe!
It went down gorgeously. Well worth the long time spent in preparation. I ate the sourdough bread and most of the tomato and bacon mix. Great!

Inchy adopts another !

TTFN.

Inchy: Friday 5th January 2024

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Murky nocturnal wee-wee.

Then, five minutes afterwards…
Didn’t want to flush away?

Through balcony from in flat.
Same shot without flash on.

Checked WC, and I forced the evacuated product to disappear this time.

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called, sorted the meds, and got the leg and ankle strappings fitted.

Two shots from the kitchen.
Not very good ones… again!

Ocado arrived.
Thompson’s Teas, favourite biscuits, mushroom risotto, and a pot of bicarinate of soda.
Microwave cooking pot, chips, potato cakes, surinami sticks. And some M&S ready-prepared Scallops!
Beetroot, sauces, soda water, and crab!
Somehow I got them in the fridge.

End car park mudslide shrivelling!

From inside the balcony. Not much rain today.

I think they must have lasted on and off for three hours or maybe more. I sort of returned to reality in actuality, and was taking the cooked scallops out of the oven, with Carer Chris, in the other room on his mobile.
I sat down to eat the scallops on their own.
I’d eaten all bar four of them and remembered to take a photograph for the blog. My limited conversation with Chris is a little vague. They tasted alright.

Washed the pots and put the TV on, The Vicar of Dibley was showing. When I remembered that Carer Sam had called earlier. I’m sure I mentioned my problem with the finances and direct debits, maybe told her about the text messages and emails from the bank, concerned about my financial status. Asking me to contact them. I need to arrange for to go with me as she is the appointed go-between with the bank. For her to call them to make an appointment and arrange lifts for me, for when she will be available to help me. I assume this was spoken about, but… maybe not?

The last Carer Call was by Carer Chris. I was with it when he arrived this time.
I took this snap of him, giving me the ‘Glare’ expression with a lingering smile in there somewhere. Haha!

Late-night shots.

I think I may have used this one before?
Being a clog-head has its advantages.
It’s just that I’ve not found them yet!

My body decided I needed a meal, so I made one.

Not all that good, but I’ve made worse ones over the many Antagonistic,  Fearful, Depressed, Angsty, Anxious, Accifauxpas-ridden, Failure-infested, Lonely, Mentally Festering, and Medically Monsooned last few years.
Don’t I sound cheerful? Hehehe!

TTFN

Inchy: Thursday 4th January 2024

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Not bad at all.

Kitchen view, kettle on.

Amalgamated the waste bins.
Amalgamated, I like that word. Hehe!

And.

Legs creamed.
Whoever mopped the floor last had put the mop away without washing it. So, (No cleaner this week, holidays?) I washed it and then tried to mop the floor a bit…
Part-way through. Stung, then gave way. I pulled my back as I grabbed for the handrail, and that was the end of my mopping-up session. Then, I made sure of that. Got the new PPs on. After a struggle and a little foul language

Put some thick-skinned red potatoes in the crock-pot. Plan to have these later, with the smoked haddock and some garden peas. We’ll see how it goes. My EQ is telling me it will be messy for some reason? He’s rarely wrong.

Got the diabetic socks and leg straps on.
He did a decent job of it.
I asked him to take the laundry down for me, please.

I got the computer on, hoping to update yesterday’s blog without too many complications.

Tea Red Label The JS order that was meant for next week arrived. I am worried about my constant cock-ups!
Treats galore! The smoked haddock was the star of the delivery. I hope to follow Sister Jane and Neighbour Jenny’s instructions and make a decent meal with it.
Why did I get Pickling vinegar? What did I think I was ordering? Has , along with finally taken over my brain? I just wondered.

The fridge was near bursting point. (Wait until tomorrow?)
Topped up the Nurses & Carers Treats shelves.

The smoked Haddock pack.
The bottom of the smoked Haddock pack.
Made this above to see the instructions clearly.

Pressed on with the blogging.

Trip number two.

Taken through the balcony windows.

Pressed on with the blogging. Well... I say blogging is more like correcting grammatical mistakes and fixing my corrections later. If you see what I mean?

I was surprised later to see how the mudslide was so big. I’m sure that we had less rain today.

I got the oven heating up and consulted my notes on cooking the haddock meal before starting on it… and a problem of sorts arose! I thought I’d got a roll of Asda Kitchen Foil out, and when I opened it up to judge the size needed for the haddock bits to go into… I observed it was, indeed, called not foil, but ‘baking parchment’? One side seemed to be foil, and the other was like brown paper? Which way around am I supposed to use it to wrap the fish?
It was getting late now, but I tried ringing neighbour & friend Jenny and Sister Jane for advice on this cooking issue. But could not get through to either. So, decided to wrap it with the foil on the inside. I prepared everything and spotted a chimney fire through the window… Out came .
They were not very good attempts, were they? Tsk!

I reconcentrated on cooking the meal. The fish needed 15 minutes in the oven, the potatoes needed to be taken out of the slow cooker and sliced, and the peas in the saucepan could go onto the plate. I’d been hoping but looking forward to this nosh since the delivery arrived. I put the dishes in the sink to soak as I went along. And Wallah! Got it served!

The fish might have been a smidge undercooked, but it was good enough for me. The lemon juice and butter came through in the taste. Two minutes into the eating…
The landline burst forth.
It was neighbour Jenny ringing back, cause she missed my earlier call. I wanted to get back to the meal but quickly asked her about the Baking, not aluminium foil. She’d never heard of it before. Bless her for ringing back.
Back to the meal. Another two minutes later…
The landline burst forth.
It was Sister Jane ringing back, cause she missed my earlier call. I wanted to get back to the meal but quickly asked her about the Baking, not aluminium foil. She’s never heard of it. Then gave me instructions on how to cook the haddock. A little late, mind. Hahaha! Bless her for ringing back, too.
The meal was as good as cold when I got back to it.
Oddly, I still enjoyed it, even if not hot. Hehe!

Took this photo as I was washing the pots.


Cheerio, Folks! ♥

Inchy: Monday 1st January 2024

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The FND symptoms were worse today,
Reflux Roger with the airway,
Hassle from Catheter Cathy,
Glaucoma Gladys, hard to see!
Again, no one telephoned me,
Puerility, self-hostility, and humility,
More Whoopsiedangleploppery,
Inchys Fungal Lesion bloody…
The lapsing muddy memory,
Help from Joanne & Marie…
They were searching for my lost laundry,
The laundry location? Another mystery…
My mind & body mode? Inadequacy!
I had moments of feeling lonely!
A Thought Storming Steve, argie-bargie,
Life’s inadequacy, inarticulacy, indeterminacy,
Talking of me having a Zimmer yesterday?
I wonder if I could manage a Segway?

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Up late this morning, and still only got 5 hours kip.

Great healthy colouring!

A blurry first photo.

Later and lighter.
With the moon lingering?

Brew and computering.

For the next three hours, yet bits I recall very well. Carer Marie arrived and helped me search the flat for the missing laundry bag that I felt had not yet been returned. No luck. And Marie and Joanne returned, on their tea breaks, to give the flat a good rummage looking for the bag. Bless them! No signs.

Fatigued and confused, I stopped blogging and made a meal. Recall taking a photo of it, but it didn’t make it to the SD card. Another of the Mysteries of Woodthorpe Court, with the hobgoblins, spectres, gnomai, phantasms, ghosts, the grotesque succubae, extraterrestrials, ectoplasms, spirits, or the Fata Morganas, that have been sent to taunt, irritate and terminate my already limited saneness of mind?

Washed the pots. And took three snaps of the stainless, yes, I said rainless view on offer from the kitchen window. Hehehe!
To the left. The suspected cannabis growers dwellings.
Straight ahead. Showing the house that had been having improvements done now for about eight months on their roof extensions. A rare sight to see any workers working, but one saw one today.

To the right, behind the beautiful tree copse.

Carer Victor did the last two calls. I took his Health Checks on the next to last call.

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Keep Safe!

Inchy: Friday 22nd December 2023

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05:00hrs: Woke and worked out, as best as I could, what day it was. Then dislodged my plump, portly, podgy, paunchy, ponderous, pot-bellied, well-padded, porky, phlegmatic body from the itch-creating, bruise-giving, catheter-tube-tugging, crumb-decorated from my nocturnal nibblings, God-awfully uncomfortable, cringingly-grotty, no longer working, anti-sleep designed, c1966, second-hand bought for £300, ten years ago from the charity shop dirty beige recliner, and checked on and removed the . 
A deeper twinge to it today.

A mixed bag from the bog evacuations.

I made a hash of my first-morning view shot.
But it is unintentionally artistic?
So I waited until had finished her shaking the ball joint out of the shoulder effort, and took this one above.

came in. I didn’t hear the door chime, making me jump a little. Glad to see her, though. She noticed I was struggling with getting to type on the keyboard. She helped me to get new batteries fitted in the keyboard, bless her muchly. 
All working again!
Maryham issued the medications.

Minutes after the gal had gone, the Warfarin INR Anticoagulation Nurse arrived.
I asked her if she could send me some more of the Enoxaparin-filled hypos, as these I had were out of date.
Then she took the blood samples and was soon off on her rounds, bless her.
Seconds later, the blood was flowing from the puncture wound, had soaked the cotton wool padding and was trickling down my arm. 

I sprayed the big quilt that Carer Israel had folded for me last night and was left on the bed. Which, as soon as the safety rail is fitted, I can use.

Oh, I nearly missed this one off the blog. Earlier, had photographed the Red Eye. She said it looked worse, but I didn’t think so. It gave me a rather refined look I thought. Not really!

Back on the computer.

Arrived, brought the prescription medications for me, and put them in the medical drawer in the kitchenette.

The rain continued…
And continued…
And continued…
Yet the mudslide did not grow any bigger?

Mystery Photo?

arrived. I was deeply tired and sleeping, so my cognisance was even worse than usual.
Medicationings, and he removed the leg strappings. Then attached the nocturnal urine pouch for me.
I should have reminded him to empty the day pouch first, but in my slumber, I forgot.
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Later, the pain from the bladder started. That is when I realised that the urine was flowing and the night bag was over half-full already. I had to remove it and use the smaller day bag. I could have put another night pouch on, but the supply of these often ran out. With the pain and effort to get things sorted, I was then wide awake. Which brought to mind that I had not had a meal all day! Hadn’t even nibbled any biscuits! (This is true, honestly)  So, with just the day bag on, it was safe to get a meal prepared and gobbled up. which I did post-haste! It took a long time, but that didn’t bother me. I was more intent on not leaving the hot water tap running or the oven on after cooking and prepping.

Caramelised soy mini-sausages, tomatoes, and boiled potatoes, with some sauce. Milk Roll bread, and a pot of orange flavoured jelly for afters. Not too bad, the sausages were tasty. Overall Taste: 6.5/10. Got the pots washed, and had to nip to the wet room.
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That took a while to clean up.

Of course, I did.

Regaining my sleep status, failed. I kept trying, and ended up putting the TV on, which sometimes helps… but not this morning. Humph!

TTFNski, folks!

Inchy: Friday 15th December 2023

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Today, and were in harmony and became the main ailment aggressors for the day. For the second day. My mind was tormented like never before, and I thought Thursday was bad for concentration… today dwarfed the effects suffered yesterday. I was, well, still am, in another world almost. 
At least I can bring myself to talk about it this morning. So, hopefully, the shoddiness of vagueness will ease a little bit today. But then again. If I can get through to next Thursday, I’ll remember to explain the out-of-it sensations I’m going through now. 
That is, of course, if they ever end before I arrive at the Dementia meeting with the Doctor, I anticipate after the travelling (the lift has not been confirmed yet), so it may need bus and tram travelling to get each way, I’ll not be in a good state of mind or body, and forget everything I needed to remember to ask and inform of the medics.
A fantastically gigantically long Memory-Blank today, along with a few short ones. I can’t recall many carers’ visits, yet odd details and incidents are as clear as water. Most are foggy or absent altogether. I can’t recollect writing today’s ode, but reading it here baffled me a bit at first. Sorry again for the littleness of details.

Dark.

The blanks came on.
I came out of it with me having peeled, and I am now cutting up some potatoes to go in the oven later for the meal. 
Then, I realised it needed doing now when I looked at my watch. So, I got them oiled and into the saucepan.
Served up and ate the off meal. I enjoyed it, I reckon, but not when I realised all the lost to-memory time. 

At least the TV was working.

Talk about losing it. I made another meal!
I did enjoy this one.

Considered getting the quilt and pillows on the bed tonight. Of course, of the Porcelain Throne and forgot all about doing it.

Another blank.

Got this in. Sand bucket handle on the bottom, when as we all remember, it should be on the top
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Inchy Wednesday 13th December 2023 – Carers Shaquille and Kara to the Rescue Again! ♥

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WHAT A KIN DAY!

One supplied installed and charged for landline phones went down!
The fitted TV went down three times. got it going for a second time. And now, no one can help me get it going again, which made for a miserable night!
I left the hot water tap on to run cold this afternoon, so there will be no shaving and showering for me!
The new up & down bed has stopped working!
I made another dumbo-job of the food ordering and got two deliveries on the same day.
The door chime is no longer working!
I dropped a 1-litre bottle of spring water on my poor toe nail, it burst open and cost me hours to get things cleaned up, and the clothing had to go into the laundry bag… in it was the pot of freshener and soap capsule, which the lid came off of, and spread all over the carpet I’d just spent hours cleaning up form the first disaster… I was getting mega-frustrated!

Another mess to clean up. Porcelain and me! Bending down to struggle with getting the PPs pulled up… I took a tumble as had me over…

Landing on and hitting the , and right shoulder, which naturally started off my old friends and ailment and , almost incidentally, and accidentally causing bleeding.
I can report some good news about this series of , however. Miraculously,  barely bled at all!
When I got around to washing after the medicationalisationing of the various wounds, I found a tiny mark on my chin. The Germolene, Phorpain Gel, and Sudocrem are all running low now.

If there is a God of some sort who allowed me all this ecstaticness in life, I’d like to have a few words with him when I arrive at St Peter’s Gate…
What do you think the odds are for me having another  after I wrote this bit?
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Dark urine in the night bag. Not a good sign of a decent day in prospect when I woke at 05:00hrs this jolly, gay, contented morning. Huh!

in the wet room. Grumph!
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The internet was still going at 09:10hrs! Not for long.

The anticipated Asda order arrived as Shaquille was leaving, and he carried the bags to the kitchen for me. Nice lad. I got them unloaded.
Drinkies!
Meats, potatoes, ice cream, fresh vegetable mix, yes, this’ll last me a while.
Ready meals, sausages, croquettes, pies, tomatoes, hot dogs… Oh yes!
Treats.
These should keep the Nurses and Carers happy!
Overfull fridge.

Wet room again...

Then came the Iceland Delivery that I had supposedly ordered for next Wednesday. Many similar items arriving that had been delivered earlier from Asda! 
I was tempted to swear and spit at my ineptitude!
In fact, I did!
Paper Towels. As if I needed them!
More Shortie biscuits, sauce, cobs and milk.
Blimey, more sausages, bacon and pies!
The overfilled fridge, now more so.
Ha, what a plonka!

I unzipped a banana – and ate it!

came. And got the overcharging for TV working again.
Unfortunately, it went off again later. Argh!

Carer Helen called; I’ve not seen her for months on end. Lovely to see her again. She pointed out what Kara did earlier about the Pork Pie in the fridge needing to be eaten in a day. So, I had it with some mixed soup vegetables I was cooking in the saucepan, intending to have them with the fresh sausages, but I had the oddest-looking meal in a long time.
I was still depressed with the TV going off, and the door chime not working to enjoy anything much. 
What a weird plate of food!

: Of to the Porcelain Throne again and emptied the day bag while in there.
Porc failed.
The bag seemed to have a drop of blood left in it; I didn’t notice when I was releasing the valve at all.
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WHAT NEXT?

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Possibly six guitar strings missing?

did the last two calls. He could not help with the lack of TV from the frustrating and annoying situation.
On his last visit, he removed the leg strappings, handed out the painkillers, and was in a hurry to get home… which is understandable. I moved the alarm-sounding box to the hallway in hopes that it was causing the TV problem. I returned to the room, and the TV had gone off altogether? I turned it on again… and blow-me-down with a feather duster… the Virgin TV came on. 
I anticipate losing it again in the morning when the Carer presses the door chime button.

The earlier mess of a meal had not sated my appetite. So, I got two lamb & mutton burgers from the freezer and into the oven and returned to watch some TV while they cooked away. I suppose there’s no need for me to say; When the first set of adverts came on, I nodded and drifted away… I woke in time to salvage the overcooked but tremendously tasty lamb and mutton burgers. I ate each one between two slices of Milk Roll bread, with some brown sauce. Cooked them unintentionally in the oven at 180° for 35 minutes. Perfick!
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A small pot of jelly and a banana.
Fantastic Flavour!

Zzz!

Inchy: Wed 6th Dec 2023: Utter Confusion! But Great Help Today!

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INCHY ODE

From an idiot to a person with cognitive disabilities, I’ve been transformed…

I feel my life has been scunnered,
Plans & hopes, incapacitated,
My eyes have been cataracted,
The bladder & prostate cancered,
But I’m not chickenhearted…
With bad luck, I’ve coexisted,
Depressions I’ve resisted,
Yet the eyes are still misted,
The ears have been de-waxed,
No crimes have I committed…
I’ve never been convicted…

Daily, I get trots or constipated,
My brain is not coordinated,
With Dementia I was acquainted,
Now they say it’s Cognisance related,
Either way, help is more than belated…
Happenings are not being archived,
Cerebral matter is uncorrelated,
Thoughts coming out corrugated,
Nocturnal Thought-Storms; anathematised!

  I’m more bonkers than I realised,
Waited 80 years to be circumcised,
Thoughts, ideas, and wishes get circumlocuted,
I fall over, tumble, and get electrocuted,
I accept that I live maledicted,
But one desire has always existed..
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To have HMG murderers excided…
The Parole-boarders exanimated!
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04:00hrs: Woke

Leg inspection.
Right ankle inspection.
Left ankle inspection.

Waste bags sorted.

The carer called Israel, got the leg straps, and
diabetic socks fitted.

Blogging.

Then, the busy, busy period of about five hours started. Not moaning, but I was confused with getting help from three angels at the same time ♥
Missed a lot off, due to Liberty-Global failures on and off all day. Ending with a known total of:

I’m doing this so late on Thursday morning due to even more failings on behalf of .

Up at 04:00hrs. – Pouch
Waste bags sorted out.

Carer Richard, Medications straps back on both legs.

Virgin Media Down for hours.

District Nurse Sarah. Checked legs. Then returned to help Social Worker Jackie haul the stuff into the spare room. The social worker will move things to make room for the bed. Grand job ♥

Deana rang Virgin Spit… I mean
Media arranged a new contract, and Virgin promised to get the telephone working again, check the Internet, and set up the TV. We’ll see…

Carer Kara ordered a TV that will work on the Virgin system. She tried to book a lift for the Dementia meeting; she will try again tomorrow. ♥

After which, Virgin Media stopped working again.

Pig of a day, but it was lovely to get help from Deana, Kara, Jackie and Sarah. ♥

Confused now more than anything.

Morning view…
But rush off, I had to…

Another view.
Third, wish I hadn’t bothered to!

Decent nosh.

Mistakes disclosures.

Sorry, it’s not up to my usual standard,

The Internet is down so often & so busy!
It got worse & worse…

Humph!