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Inchie: Monday 13th April 2026

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3:15hrs: I woke very reluctantly indeed, to be greeted by Mind-Mangling-Malcolm, Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley and Rib-Pains-Rupert were in angery moods.. As I was taking off the night Catheter, Grip-Loss-Gloria ensured I dropped the nocturnal pouch, and Dizzy Dennis nearly had me topple over as I retrieved the pouch. Made a dismal effort to straighten the bedclothes.
Off to the Porcelain Throne, Trotsky Terence fashion, sorted the bins and got the Health Checks done. With some poor results again, see the photo above. I searched for the Four-Pronged-Percy. Failed to, but I’ll find him later, of course, I may have left him in the kitchenette with the Wooden-Willy-Walking-Stick.
Got the computer on to record the HC results.
Google loaded second time, then had a right farcical eight attempts to get CorelDraw to load. I then ended it, which was loaded with missing pages, and it gave me a warning that my device’s memory was 96.5% full. You cannot save any changes made to this graphic. Try saving it with another name. ‘Save As’ in a different name. Remember to delete what you can to ensure there will be sufficient room to save. That cost me over an hour to sort out, and I think I may have deleted some unintended files. Cumudgeon-Mode-Adopted! Third visit, same mode, to the Porcelain Throne.
And found Wooden-Willy-Walking-Stick.

07:15hrs: The Carer arrived.
Jenny, my Angel, sent an email, and I responded. Hubby Frank is coming up to see me later. A nicer, kind pair of people and I could not ask for better. Always willing to help out, despite Jenny’s own problems. 🤎

In the morning, lateenalenal morning on Tuesday, (Another bad night & morning involving nurses visiting me and lots of hours of excruciating pain), I found this photographicalisation on the SD card. It took me a while to see what it was of, the reminder notepad on the desk, I think. Then I launched into ‘Wandering-Mind-Mode’ for a few hours. Concentration Konrad had me starting jobs, and at the first interruption to my thoughts, I found myself in another room doing something unrelated. I kept doing this so often today. But many tasks were never returned to, and that ‘Haze’ was in charge too often, too.

Rashid made his next call. I was pleased with his increased attention, and to me. Not a bad lad, and seems to be improving each call. He checked and loosened the Catheter straps and medicated the leg scars. After he’s gone, the bag fell down when the straps broke. After another Porcelain Throne visit (Trotsky Terence mode), I went to empty the Catheter bag… and there was nowt in it? I wasn’t too worried, with all the fuss and bother today, I hadn’t drunk so much water. So I got a few bottles out and started to gulp it down. After three litres had been swallowed, as I checked the pouch, I felt the bad backflow pains start. The pains were terrible and persistent. I decided to call the Community Nurses to ask for advice and help if needed. The AI robot kept repeating, ‘We are very busy. If you are calling in an emergency, please dial 111 for advice.’ After half an hour, another AI voice, female this time, said, “You are number 18 in the queue. I was walking around to take my mind off of the pain, and the door chime chimed. I had progressed to being 9th in the queue and went to the door.
It was the Falls Team, lady. As I was saying about the lack of urine flow, it started flowing again out of the blue. All good. Slowly, the pain eased, and the flow continued while the Fall’s Team lady was here. We did some Q&A’s. Kindly adjusted the c1968, tatty, scruffy, unkempt, uncomfortable, virus, microorganism, bug, bacterium, bacillus, germ, parasite producing, eyesore-horrendously grungy, disease-fermenting second-hand, beige-coloured, £300, charity shop bought, crumb-retaining, moth-eaten, non-working, itch-encouraging, incommodious, Haemorrhoid Harold testing, Catheter tube yanking, recliner, for me. Thank you. Looks better now. Some no-sores cushions were arranged for me on my recliner and computer chair. Bless them. I was still in some pain and got the shakes and dizzies while she was with me. I lost a lot of what was agreed. But there was something else, I think. When she’s gone, I increased the water intake to be on the safe side.

I got back onto the blog and made so many mistakes again. I was doing reminders for Monday and using the Sunday blog to catch up, and got slightly confused between the two.
So, from here on, I realise there may be more errors between the days. I hope not, but it’s so late in the day now; my eyes are fading fast, and my cognitive attention and recognition are worse.  
I, well, my EQ can sense that my conditions, physically and mentally, are getting to me more, and things will get worse in a short space of time. Along with the lack of a good painkiller, the computer and related problems were getting worse, and later on, scarily, I had to shut it down before I was ready, blue-screen, shortage of memory warnings, and the frustrations developed again to keep Dark Dank, Depression Darius company. My wandering mind does not help.
The Catheter problems are returning, no sleep at all tonight, and backflow agony, and my responses to the problems and failed corrections are that I think I’m getting a smidge more resigned to them. Accepting them… what else can I do? Then I think of the help I get from Angel Jenny, and feel ashamed. I’m getting all morbid and self-pitying, aren’t I? Writing this codswallop, and knowing now what was to come overnight, I should be ashamed, too.

Another mystery snap found on my Kodak-Tim-2 camera. Not a mystery of what it is of, but a mystery of why the heck I took it in the first place, possibly not meaning to? All part of the great mysteries of Woodthorpe Court, with the hobgoblins, spectres, gnomai, phantasms, ghosts, the grotesque succubae, extraterrestrials, ectoplasms, & spirits. Receptive Aphasia Phyllis, Paroxysmal dyskinesia, Episodic ataxia, Ménière’s disease, Dark, Dank Depression Darius, Chronic Kidney Disease (CKD), Brain with TBI, Toothache Tiffany, Nicodemus Neurotransmitters Dying, Cataract Katie, Fractured Knee Frank, Glaucoma Gladys, Anne Gyna, Stuttering Stephany, Lymphorrhea Leslie, Premordid Cognitive Impairment Inchie, DVT, Diabetic Polyneuropathy, Reflux Roger, Mind Wandering Malcolm, Blood-Levels up & down, Duodenal Doanld, and the damned seizures. With Fata Morganas that have been sent to taunt, irritate and terminate my already limited sanity of cerebrum and body. High Blood Pressure & Cholesterol. Did I mention getting shot twice and my mechanical aorta? My faith & hopes are on the wane. Not to mention my bank account, which is at its lowest it has ever been!
Just thought I’d mention it, like. 

This photo, I’m not sure when I took it, but I think it was Monday, and I have no idea what it was of. A work of unintended art? No, a shaking Inchie. Haha!

Mizra made his only call of the day, following Ejaz’s.
WE hope to get the showring and laundry done on Tuesday. Fingers crossed there is no hassle to stick its nose in… There was, tell you next time. 🤐

Got the meal prepped and done. Mizra spread some bread and buttered it with no-butter butter and some soft cheese, to have with my nosh.
Smashing!

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Inchie: Sunday 12th April 2026

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Sorry, but today was a nightmare. I was so far behind on the blog and made such cock-ups with the graphics and photos; there are a few on here from when I was going through the blog and saved the snap graphics to the wrong date. What a pickle. All I can do is try to get them sorted, but I need the time. Busy day Monday, nurses called, Catheter problems, Carer unwilling. And the pain from the lower left chest came on again. With my arithmaphobia ever-present, more mistakes were made, and the quandary got even muddier and slipperier. Then, like a twit on Monday, I deleted the wrong day’s snaps. I did an Ode for Monday and carried on, forgetting I’d not done Sunday blog yet.s. The confusion is worse, with mt doing the day’s blog often two days later. I’m in a mess and have had to move the date to Sunday. Thinking I’d been getting somewhere, I then deleted loads of Sundays, thinking the date of the blof date… Now, Monday, trying to sort and save what I could… the chest is playing up, and no Morphine left, I got very angry with myself. I phoned the District nurses when the Catheter stopped working… I’ll explain this in Monday’s blog, if I ever get around to it and don’t find any more mistakes I’ve made with my ‘brilliant’ idea of deleting old graphics to save memory and keep the computer going… I’m waffling. A short Ode.
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Up at 0610hrs. Ejaz did a full-body check, medications, and creaming and foaming of areas in need.
I’m missing tons of, as per usual, my eyes are even worse now. The notes I made… maybe 10% are readable. Grumph, Moan, with a touch of pathetic self-pity in there somewhere. CorelDraw froze again.
Photos saved that I did not delete, not many and of the views from the windows.

Managed to save the meal show, but not sure from what day, I think it’s Sunday’s.
Now I see it, it could be for Saturday,
I’m fed up. Oh, it might be Sunday’s.

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Inchie: Saturday 11th April 2026

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I was woken by Rib-Pains-Rupert, and this made me lie there worrying about whether I will get the Morphine tablets replaced, on the prescriptions. Knowing I only had two left put me in a not-good place mentally. These OxyContin are the first painkillers they gave me that countered the pain from the knee, back, shoulder and whatever it was in the rib cage that was giving me such sharp surges of pain this morning. Nothing would ease the pains before these. Definitely, they were working and easing the agony. I fear they will not be a regular pain medication, due to all the side effects. I can just cope so much better with these. I dread the thought of them taking them off me, after several days of inner joy at so much less pain to cope with. I can’t get through to the Doctor by email, get to the surgery, or use the telephone… When I tried, I had to go through the AI Robot’s questions and was told that they do not accept prescription inquiries over the phone. I would have waited to be put through, in hope of getting advice about the tablets, but the last time I was put through to a semi-human, Customer Activator or whatever the snob-bag is called, he cut me off when I was struggling to get my words out. Someone claimed that Herr Starmer is cutting their allowance for email and telephone usage? Can you imagine that the country’s biggest liar and Prime Minister, Herr Starmer, would, like I did on my last visit, leave me in a corridor for hours before seeing a Doctor? Then, after being moved to the City Hospital, I had to wait in a cold room for nine hours for a lift home. Sorry about that veering off the subject, but my ever-increasing hatred for back-hander-taking, farmer & pensioner-hating, ex-Barrister and Faux Prime Minister, Sir Keir Rodney Starmer, just got to me.

I forced myself out of bed, took off the nocturnal Catheter pouch, and went back to the front room. I then started worrying, will I ever get caught up with my blogging? (Answer, No!) But I had no time to blog, as Carer Mizra is taking me to Sherwood this afternoon for some shopping. I needed to make a list of things I needed to take with me so someone could help me put on my socks and clothes. I decided to get the cleaning up done first. Waste bins, pots to wash, and me to wash, etc.
I took a second shot, this time of the kitchen, and felt appreciation for Jenny’s help sorting out yesterday’s calamity, then went to take a shot of
the morning view… But, No! The batteries had run out, and I also noted that the kitchen clock battery had run out. I thought I’d better get the Health Checks done next.
Not only was this BP session the worst in many a month, but I tried to take the BP levels again later to see if it had come down… the 4 AA batteries in the sphygmomanometer had run flat. I wondered if this was really happening, or if I was in a seizure or dreaming and still in bed. Hehe! When it came to taking the temperature, yes, this really did happen: the battery in the ear thermometer had run out!

Carer Ejaz arrived and asked if he could use my internet number & code to top up his mobile. We could not find the details. Ejaz went through the Virgin folder, every sheet, and there were dozens of them. I searched through my reminder book, but without any luck. I asked him if he had a Helpline available; he tried that, and we were both over the moon when he got it done. I think, in our excitement, I jumped up to dance with him in celebration. Stupid idea. Now the ribs and right shoulder are kicking off again. Haha!

On his next call, I asked Ejaz to put the long Kaghoule, outside shoes on for me, to make things quicker when Carer Mizra came to take me shopping. He did a full-body check, barrier-cramming all areas in need, and there were a few. Phorpain gelled shoulder and back. Put some Germolene on my face and head injuries. Then changed my socks for me and foamed and sprayed under the toes as he put on new socks for me. 

I felt there was time to have a bash at the blog after all. Oh, Dearie me. Google and CorelDraw were both acting up again, and started asking me to sign in each time I used them. I gave up. Went on the first call of the day to the wet room. Oh, heck! I hope things don’t start while I’m out shopping… I dread the thought.
As the time approached for Mizra to arrive, I checked the list of things needed and added AA & AAA batteries. I forgot to take the dead battery from the ear thermometer with me. Hey-Ho!

I was taking out the SD Card from the Kodak-Tim-2  camera, and the card fell to bits. Huh, have to add one to the shopping list!

Mizra was pleased I’d got so much done already, so we could avoid missing the bus. He got my big coat on me, and we hurried, I was playing catch-up (all day as it happens), to the bus stop. I showed him a quicker route through Windwood and Winchester blocks,
We arrived at the bus shelter, and of course, I could not take any pictures until I’d bought the batteries. Mizra had left his bus pass in the flat, so I gave him the swipe and keys, and he nipped back to collect them. He was back in time to catch the bus.
The short bus ride down the hill to Mansfield Road was a bit painful, as I had to sit on a side-saddle seat with the walker. But this time I got off the bus without falling over. Hahaha! We hastened down to the computer shop. I bought a new reminder notepad.
The batteries and a new SD Card. 
Out and across the pedestrian crossing to Ozans Continental store. Where I bought: Lemon Wafers, some Croissants, pickled beetroots, brown tomatoes, one extra-large potato, chicken pieces, Sokolow sausages, Boze Okopcony Paskyck (Smoked Bacon), and cheese triangles. Snap taken, not by me, of Mansfield Road. Looking up the hill, after just leaving the food store.

Another at the Junction of Mansfield Road and Winchester Street Hill.
We walked up to the Co-op store to use the machine to get some money, so I could pay for the toenail cutter and Window cleaner. Then up to the top bus shelter, I’m chasing behind Mirza, cause I can’t walk as fast as him. When we reached the bus shelter, where I’d had a seizure and walked into the traffic, it made me a little nervous. With Mizra walking ahead to encourage me to speed up, it meant that if I did it again, this time a Carer would see me going into the traffic. Luckily, when I did do this a few months ago, I was pulled back before walking slowly and calmly in front of a bus. At this bus stop, I borrowed the camera to take a shot of the darkening clouds that caught my attention as I was sitting waiting for the 40 bus to arrive. 
As I was taking the picture, a bus pulled in. I may not have caught the clouds, but I caught the bus’s weird logo on the side of it. 🤗
Not to be defeated, I tried to get a snap of the clouds again. Not a bad effort considering the sudden darkness, which dissipated in a minute, and the sun returned brightly. We mounted the bus and were off on the way back up the fierce Winchester Street Hill. How I kept my bum on the tiny side-saddle seat was amazing. Haha!

Back to the flats, through the corridors to the lifts in the end Woodthorpe Court block. I was doing my best to keep up with Mizra, but got further behind, my chest wheezing now. I could see he was anxious to get to his next call on time. We got inside the cell… I mean flat,
Used Kodak 1 to take this shot of the computer desk and my ‘Cool’, clock, calendar thingamagig. Looking forward to getting Kodak-Tim-2 up and working again. Mizra asked if he could put the food away for me, but I said thanks for the offer, but I don’t want you to miss your bus to your next client. I have two nice men, Carers in Ejaz and Mizra. Both nice lads. I’ll mention anyone else.

I gave the razor a trial to see if it was still working after dropping it yesterday, and it ended up in four pieces. Carer Radhid had got it back together.
Opening the SD card’s box was a job, and I thought I heard something fall out of the casing. I was doing this over a drawer, but could see nothing in there. Mind you, it is a rubbish-filled drawer. Then I tried to get the SD card into the camera. A message showed each time I inserted it, and I had many goes at it: ‘Faulty Card’. Reformat it? Reformatting it will lose all the photos. Or turn off. I kept trying, without any luck. For so long, Carer Ejaz came on his next visit. I resigned myself to going to the Computer shop again next Saturday for guidance. Ejaz issued medications and did his report on his mobile. I had an epiphany of sorts. I recalled the noise of something dropping in the drawer when I opened the SD plastic thingy. I checked the card, and it seemed to have a wide gap in its lower end… Aha! Thought: something was brewing in my mind… and I then reclaimed a memory from years ago. I felt the old SDs needed a tiny one sticking in it; I was getting surer of this. When Ejaz had finished on his mobile, he came to have a look at the card and camera. So I went into the kitchen and had a deeper look in the drawer. I emptied out the things, and eventually found a miniature plastic sort of SD card in there. I returned to the Kodak-Tim-2, and sure enough, the mini card fitted into the bottom of the main one. Getting excited now! I inserted them and, low & behold, the SD card didn’t need formatting, and it worked! I wondered, surely it must be a few-year-old card that needs two pieces?Nevertheless, it worked ! I’d actually worked it out and mended a problem! On my own! I was feeling a smidge proud of myself.

Ejaz left, and I went to close the kitchenette drawer, and Nizra had put the food away anyway, bless him. So I searched around and took a photograph, just to show off, Hahaha! I couldn’t find the jar of beetroot, the large potato, or the Croissants, but I found Sokolow chicken sausages, Boze Okonkowy Paski (Smoked Bacon), and cheese triangles. I must get the lemon wafers and Ferraro-Rocher to Jenny & Frank tomorrow. A little late to bother them now. I took this snap earlier, but forgot to put it on. darkening clouds. But still beautiful to me.
I had the idea of looking in all the crannies on a glass-detecting plan. I’d done the far end, finding and bagging some, and I got the long picker-upperers into the kitchen. As I was bending down to get between the woodwork and the no-longer-working stove, I lost my balance. I didn’t go all the way over, but trod on my picker-upperer, and a section fell out. My own fault for bending, what a plonker I am!

Carer Mizra did the late call. He issued the painkillers, but no morphine tablets were left. I bet you, I’ll suffer in the morning. (I did too!) I was beginning to get tired from the rushed walking I’d done, and Fractured-Knee-Frank was kicking in. Mizra did not need to do the meal; I told him I’d got it all planned. He did spread some cheese & no-butter butter sarnies for me, before departing. Bless him. Bade him farewell and thanked him for today’s help. Then got an inspiration to get some Hoovering done.
I emptied the box and put the Hoover on the recliner… I’d gone again.

was back. (and boy was he in the morning, this was just the start of his mind-bending onslaught, Saturday morning was much worse). 
Compared to the morning’s episodes, this was nothing, but it seemed so at the time.
WEIRD! I seemed to have been transported, without any knowledge about it, eerie! To the wetroom, and I was sitting on the toilet with all my gear on. Finding a packet of crisps that had been burst open in my dressing gown pocket? But no crumbs on the wet room floor or my clothes? I genuinely struggled to grasp what was going on. I did not panic, although I was confused.
After a few minutes of trying and failing to know how or why, I was sitting here, as I gently stood up, there was no upsurge of agic reflux, so I don’t think I had a seizure. Then I saw that I’d taken three walking sticks into the wet room with me. Four-Pronged Walter & Willy, and Wooden Stick Stephan. How, why… 
Then I had a sense that I might have been wandering around and left a tap running or the stove on, so I returned two sticks to the main room and checked the kitchen. All looked fine. Then I hobbled along the mini hallway to the door, and all seemed the same. As I was on my way back… Unbelievable, the vacuum was there in the hallway on charge? 
I went to the bed where I thought I’d left it, all looked usual in the main room, apart from the computer, which had been turned off. Had I been hallucinating? I eventually became aware that I felt zonked out,  intoxicated. I still managed to make a meal; the bread that Mizra had spread for me was quite hard. Had I visited La-La Land again? No, I vaguely recall eating this, and also washing the dishes and cutlery this morning… then again, do I, or has my ever-running waffling mind convinced me of this?

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Inchie: Friday 10th April 2026

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A quick intro to explain the reason for the poor quality of this blog. I realise that my thousands of followers may be a little disappointed. But I felt I should inform and apologise to both of them for the reason of the crap, shortness of explanations & quality.
Not in the case of the Whoopsiedangles & Axifaupas, of course; they will get my full attention, even if scribbling about them brings back the frustrations and embarrassments and introduces some acrasia. Hence, I wish to tell of these bits, well, many events, possibly in a desarcinate manner.
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I woke up around 06:30hrs, reluctantly. The only real pain givers of the morning were Fractured-Knee-Frank, Fractured-Ribs-Robert, & Shaking Shoulder Shirley. For handicapping, it was undoubtedly Cararact Cathleen & Glaucoma Gladys. Later in the day… I leave that there.
Made a brew. Hoovered the place, and decided to try and get on with this blog. Waste of time, I’m never going to get it done today. I might stand a chance to get some done now, and then again at night. I started at 18:00 hrs on Saturday.
In twenty minutes, I had to utilise the Porcelain Throne twice, both identical in nature. Hehe! Trostsky Terence Torrents! Google took 3 times to load, then I had to sign in. CorelDraw, well… it took 12 minutes to load. Feelings of impending doom computerwise lingered. But I knew I could not spend too long on it.
Carer Rashi called as I was making a brew of Glengettie tea. While I remembered to, I used the toothache spray and did my earhole olive-oiling.
Medication were given, and the Shaking-Shoulder-Shirley and Fractured-Knee-Frank. Then went on his mobile for nine minutes. I mopped the kitchen floor in the meantime. A delivery arrived from Iceland. It contains only items that I couldn’t buy anywhere else. Rachid put the items into carriers and put them in the kitchen. He asked if I wanted them put on the counters. Kind of him, but have you seen how much I have not got in the kitchenette? Haha! Said our farewells. 
This is when things went Whoopsiedangleplop Style.
I’ll show you this photo taken by Rashid on his next call, after he’d medicated my right cheek and the top of my head, asking if I needed Nurse or ambulance… I just bet this has got you thinking? Hehehe! I’ll tell you of the

Nottingham Lads Tale of Woe: I was placing various foods into the fridge.
My head was in the fridge, moving things about to make room to rotate with the new stuff…
With my head almost in the fridge, I heard a Hell of a crack as the glass tray burst, sending food into the bottom of the fridge, knocking bottles and other foodstuffs all over, including the kitchen floor! I admit I was in a panic, and at first did not see the glass cuts on my cheek or head. 
I could not fully close the top door, and glass fragments covered 80% of the floor. My first instinct was to get help; there was no way I could get away with all that bending, and I could not find the brush and dustpan, unbelievable! I called the flats’ Warden, but there was no answer; she may have been on holiday. Ashamedly, I phoned Angel Jenny. Who took charge from a distance; she told me not to go into the kitchen, and she would be up shortly. And Jenny can’t stand for very long because of her bad back. She arrived and investigated the situation. I thought I’d checked for anything stopping the door from closing. Jenny had to keep stopping to sit down. I felt a little helpless and guilty at the pain she was going through for me.
She even fetched her brush and dustpan to get what glass up she could. No wonder I love her and call her My-Angel. She is! Jenny even got the fridge door to close, and it is working okay. I got the food sorted. A lot had to be thrown away. Packets with glass in them, burst bottles, glass and plastic. Jenny put the food back into the fridge for me. What a treasure, all done in great pain. Bless her. She knows. I kept finding glass for the rest of the day. I used the long picker-upper, so hard to spot. I used my slippers to slide the odd bits together for an hour or so. Jenny emailed me later. She had to sit down in agony with her back for a while. Shame & guilt.

Just look at how she left the fridge looking, what a woman! Thanking you again, so much, Jenny. 🌺💗🎀💟

I got lots of bits of glass stuck to the bottom of my slippers. And was finding glass for ages, until Carer Rashid arrived. He found many more. When he left, I took the electric shaver into the kitchen on my way to the wet room. I managed to collect some more of the glass still hiding away in every nook and cranny. Then I knocked the shaver off of the tray I was keeping the latest glass collection in. Boy, what a pickle I was still in. But thanks to Jenny’s help, I coped, and only due to Jenny.
I used the long picker-upperer to retrieve the four pieces of the shaver.
But could I get them back together? No! When Carer Rasid returned and set about getting the razor back together with me. It took us a long time to work out which way the plastic insert cover should go. But Rachid sorted it.
Before leaving, he put the cream on the photo above on my cheek and head. It was the first time I noticed it when I went for a shave and brushed my teeth.
Ejaz did the next call. The medications were issued, and he checked the kitchen and found even more bits of the glass on the kitchenette floor. Still no work done on this blog, although I did manage to get the blog’s Ode. done, before getting something to eat.

BBQ Chicken, green tomatoes, and a couple of sandwiches of sliced Sourdough bread, with no butter, butter and soft cheese triangles. Not a lot, but a flipping tasty treat for a change. I may have some more of these tomorrow night.

Here are the photographs taken after the calamity, the afternoon after the calamity, 
approximately 18:00hrs to 21:00hrs. The last one during Carer Mizra’s late call. HE issued painkillers and reminded me to be ready early for tomorrow’s shopping trip to Sherwood.
I shall make sure I am. Oh, a touch of confidence?
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Inchie: Thursday 9th April 2026

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A busy day, with perhaps more than usual computer worries, and the worst day (later in the day) for physical pains, this year.
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Bad night’s sleep, mainly due to the returning chest pains, and
Didn’t get out of bed until 07:15hrs, and it took a lot of willpower. A messy, very messy, Trotsky Terence visit. HC’s taken. (See above). Then I did my teeth and had a wash.
08:40: Carer arrived. I had to ask for my , to be Phorpained. 
Gave medications. I found two dirty tablet cups and cleaned them. Carer on mobile again. Stood up and said, “I’m going to use your toilet… Okay!” More of a threat than a question. Haha! As if I’d say no.
Asked him to make sure the HC readings were recorded correctly. All was okay. I had to interrupt him as he had abandoned his mobile and was taking his BP with my sphygmomanometer. No body check was performed on this visit. He departed. 

Now my notepad reminders are barely, some not at all, readable of the next few hours. Not going to guess.
Words and lines, I know and can read, with a slight degree of uncertainty, follow.

I: He stopped texting, stood up and put his gloves on, issued the medicine, porpaine gelled my right shoulder, all without talking…
2: Rachid’s attitude improved after being told…
3: Ejaz, no body-check, but texting… Shot off.
4: Cather staps adjusted, then Rachid
5: Tabs. Balcony photo. These, mayhap on the left, I assume.
6: Placed an order with Iceland for tomorrow for items unavailable elsewhere.
7: Rachid showed far more awareness than on his first call, I’m pleased to report.
8: 8:40 to 8:56…
9: (unreadable)… I use your toilet, okay. …wrong syncing here, methinks…
10: Eyes are getting worse as evening dawns…
11: ? any worse, I’ll phone the District nurses or 111.
12: Nomadic Clusters (side note)

Ah, my scribblings are a little clearer now, so the photos make sense. (To me).
Waiting for Cara Mizra to arrive, I made a rare mug of tea, and got the second doses of medications ready to save the lad time when he arrives. Toothache spray, Olive oil for the earholes, and Germolene for my delicate areas to be ointmentated. Hehe!

Then I got the bowl, microwave, prepared, and marinated vegetable mixture, stirred in a little Tiryaki sauce, and gave it all a good stir. Ready to go in the oven when Carer Myzra finishes his late call.
This dish looked like a tasty treat to me.
Bombay potatoes, with added water chestnuts, pineapple, and a splash of soy sauce.

So tired, but semi-contented, with this Thursday’s reasonably
acceptable amounts of hassle. Despite my being warned by my inner voice  not to adopt a single Smug Mode. As Friday will bring fears, frights, and frustrations, that will take even you, the El Unlucky one, towards the end of your tether. Admittedly with was in a dream overnight. What’s the point in warning me if these things are going to happen anyway? 
Ha! I laughed at this omen.
Naturally, I regretted saying this.
“I’m writing this on Friday evening”.
As Friday will bring fears, frights, and frustrations that will take even you, the El-Unlucky-One, to the end of your tether, it was a spot-on piece of prophesying from . Those of an uneasy and nervous nature might like to give Friday’s blog a miss. It’s not pretty, just true!

Carer Mizra arrived an iota late, and I was, as usual, pleased he did. We spoke of plans for the weekend as he issued the medications. He wants to check the mail, if we have time after doing the shopping trip to Sherwood. I must ask him for a list of the arranged rota calls. He had to rush, but I fear he may have missed his bus to his last call. My fault, waffling. Sorry.

Marvellous Flavour.
A medley of East Asia. China-Japan!
With UK Sourdough bread!
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Inchie: Wednesday 8th April 2026

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06:40hrs: I stirred reluctantly, as more visuous winds were already emanating from my rear quarters. Convincing me that I was going to have another chronic Constipation-Conrad struggle to free a gigantic torpedo, just like yesterday.
I was wrong! I got the Catheter night pouch removed ASAP, grabbed Willy the Wooden Walking Stick, and off to the wetroom. What A Mess!
Being so far behind with the Blog again, I didn’t collate any bins, didn’t make a brew of tea, didn’t wash the pots from last night, or even make the bed! I was fully dedicated. Committed to getting on with the blogging work.

Things did not go to plan… How Surprising!
Booted up the computer. 15sec.
Got Google to open. 12mins.
Opened CorelDraw….. 1hr 50mins. Yes, I’m not joking! After about ten minutes of working, I opened the import tab. Nothing happened. The mouse commands went unresponsive… Then, to add more mayhem, I tried to press the CorelDraw close button and instantly got a blank screen!
Mavellous… great! Sarcasm here.
A pandemonium of the sickening, depressing morning was not going well at all.
I assumed that CorelDraw had shut down because the working light was off, so I pressed the icon button to try to restart it. I t started and brought up the bare workdesk. After about an hour of waiting for it to start, another opening started, then the first working one showed up on the banner. Yes, I admit it, I swore and cried at the same time.
Good heavens, I’ve got three CorelDraws trying to open at the same time on a computer with so little memory that just one struggles. I decided my only option was to turn it off at the plug again! Then I thought no, I tried resetting when the desktop suddenly appeared as I was about to remove the plug… I wasn’t sure what was going on, but I took a chance to load via the bottom bar and see what happened – I was so deeply into this problem, and the intercom chimed out… to let the Carer in, I thought I’d pressed cancel, and went to let Carer Rashid in. Getting back to the computer, I was totally lost as to what I’d done and not done, done wrong, or what to do to get CorelDraw back working. The icons have disappeared from the screen, and all I could do was kill it at the plug. Carer Rashid did not seem bothered. He gave me my medications, I asked for Porpaining my shoulder, and he got on his mobile, toyed with the hoover, and his time was up.

I left the computer to rest for an hour or so, before warily trying to start it again. During this period, the much-belated arrival of you know who fell. And I remembered that Carer Mizra will be calling this afternoon, to help me with the showering; a smidge embarrassing. But a necessity nowadays.
A mug of tea, and I got a Kaugoule and a dressing gown on the bed, ready to save time later. Amazingly, I think I expected the computer of die and did not lose patience or try restarting it too soon.
But then Carer Rashid was back for the midday call. And I’d still not started on the Blog at all. Rahid seemed in a more helpful mood, 
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AFTERNOON: Things take a turn for the better!
I got the computer to open, with the usual time-costly refusals and delays from Google, and… wait for it… Honestly, CorelDraw opened! But it was so slow and jittery. Still, I finally made a start on the graphics, & rare photos I’d taken up to now. At last, I was getting on with the job.
I made a brew for a break and checked the emails and texts. Jenny had emailed me, and I got carried away and waffled a little in my reply.
Sorry, Jenny, my Angel. 🎀
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Carer Mizra arrived. I felt a breath of fresh air enter the room. Mizra & Ejaz often give me this feeling. Their ability to be more communicative than others is always welcome.
Yet again, I forgot to ask Mizra for a list of the new call times and days. Got an excuse this time, today was a busy one. Mirza really got stuck in with the plan we made. I’d remembered to get a kagoule and dressing gown ready for after the assisted showering session. Mizra cleared the thing out of the wet room to make space and, when I asked him to, shifted the carpets into the hallway without any problem, explaining that they get wet during showers because of can’t fully control the showerhead. He sorted some socks out that I’d forgotten to do, as I had a quick shave & teeth cleaning. Mizra moved the shower curtain to a better angle. Which was all helpful, and he realised that with the shoulder, back, Peripheral shakes, the possibility of a seizure, and Lost-Balance-Belinda, he made sure he did not leave me alone in the shower. I noticed and appreciated it so much. He washed the areas I have difficulty reaching. Never complaining, always asking how I felt. This was the best thing to happen to me for months. Embarrassing, of course, an old fart like me now needing help to shower. He helped me dry off the wetter areas, and as I assembled the medications needed for the body check that followed, Mizra cleaned up the wetroom and brought the bath mats back in from the hallway. He changed the Catheter Contraption’s lower sections, then helped me into the PPs, after the new Catheter was completed. Then got my slippers put on. We started trying to get help with the showering many months back, last year it was. Thanks to support from my Angel, Jenny, and financial checks, I’ll now have extra time on some calls to get this done without Jenny. Mizra, and Ejaz, I’m sure I could cope very well at all. XXX
Mizra explained he will take me shopping next Saturday, and I could get some cash from The Co-op, Ozrans, or the new food store, I can’t recall the name of, that begins with H, I think. Me being me, naturally, I expect the toenail cutter and window cleaner to call before I get the dosh. Hehe!
He will also check my stack of unopened letters that has been building up for about three months.
I thanked him muchly as he departed.
Somehow, apart from Jenny’s help, of course, without which no extra help would have arrived. 🤎 I felt a surge of satisfaction and felt semi-contentment for the first time in years.

Ah, yes, I just remembered, the store in Sherwood with the cash machine is called Herons! Jenny tells me the Post Office one is currently not available.

returned, along with a slightly, no, much more worried-about-things attitude.

With a rekindled enthusiasm, I got the potatoes out of the slow-cooker. Doesn’t it look weather-beaten? Hehe!
I cut some thick slices and put some of the Leicester cheese on them, ready to use. I covered them with foil, and when the oven heats up, I’ll cover the spuds with the cheese.
I’ve got green tomatoes to slice and have with them, and I can open the jar of Salatka green tomato salad. With shredded carrots, red peppers, and onions, in vinegar.
I’ve also got pickled mushrooms to add.
I’m beginning to feel hungry now.

Late-afternoon views taken through the open kitchenette window.
Immediately after taking this, and thinking I’ll check if the oven was hot enough to put the sliced spuds and cheese into it… that much I can recall. My next recollection was the upsurge of acidic reflux coming into my throat, nasal passages, and mouth. And, I was sitting at the computer? Another of the mysteries from Woodthorpe Court, with the hobgoblins, spectres, gnomai, phantasms, ghosts, the grotesque succubae, extraterrestrials, ectoplasms, & spirits. Receptive Aphasia Phyllis, Paroxysmal dyskinesia, Episodic ataxia, Ménière’s disease, Dark, Deep, Depressing Darius, Nicodemus Neurotransmitters Dying, Glaucoma Gladys, Stuttering Stephany, Lymphorrhea Leslie, Premordid Cognitive Impairment Inchie, Fractured-Knee-Frank, the damned seizures, or the Fata Morganas that have been sent to taunt, irritate and terminate my already limited saneness of mind. My faith, sanity, and logicality were already on the wane. Not to mention the deteriorating state of me physically and mentally.
Just thought I’d mention it, like.

As quickly as I could, I went back to the kitchen to check the condition of the oven, fearing I might have left it on high. Carer Mizra arrived as I was checking it. All was okay, and he helped me add the cheese topping and told me not to forget about it, check it every ten minutes. Which I did. Thanked Mizra.

Got the meal served up; my overall rating was a 7/10. This is due to the potatoes being tasteless. The cheese was alright, the fresh green tomato delicious, the pickled veg fantastic. The Polish sausage and pickled mushrooms were both the highlights of the nosh.
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Inchie: Tuesday, 7th April 2026

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06:30hrs: I stirred into a weak replication of life.
The left ribs were still giving me far too much bother when I bent, stretched, and, as for sneezing or coughing, 50% worse. But I don’t like to complain. Luckily for me, Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirely was much calmer. And Back-Pain-Brenda was almost absent, to start with. She came on at the usual time, which was around 17:00hrs.

Took the night pouch off the day Catheter bag; left it for Carer Rashid to suss, check, and colour-grade on the Excel BP-Blood graphic. Then the other checks were started in full. Both Blood Oxygen and Pulse were slightly elevated. But the BP was bonkersly high. Off to the kitchen to check if I’d left anything on or running that shouldn’t be. All clear, after yesterday’s cock-up, leaving the oven on for 12 hours, and I treated myself.
I took this snap as I was leaving the kitchenette to consolidate the waste bins.
The need for the Porcelain Throne arrived. So, off to the wet room.
Nothing evacuated. Although that’s not strictly speaking true.
Where all the wind came from, I do not know. I wouldn’t be overly surprised if one of my neighbours complains later on. I may ask the Nottingham City Council to check the flat’s foundations. Hehehe! 

Carer Rashid arrived. As I went into the room he was in,  he moved to another, with his mobile in hand. It was funny at the time. I asked him, I think, on his second visit, to help me wash my feet and change my socks, which the lad did. He checked my legs and barrier-creamed the scars. He Porpain gelled Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirely, no need for any attention on being-kind Back-Pain-Brenda. 

Getting Google to start so I could get on blogging took over ten minutes of going through all the opening options again. A different one each time works. Getting CoewlDraw to open took me even longer. It got as far as this picture I took of the apparently frozen screen. The busy icon was working, but the light on the external hard drive had stopped. An hour passed as I kept nipping into the kitchen to put a giant potato in the oven. These usually take 45 minutes on 200. I set the heat to 120, as I was in no rush. Half an hour later, I nipped back to check on CorelDraw’s progress. Zilch!
Well, if it won’t load, I can’t shut it down without powering it off, which may gun the works up,
AS I finally decided I’d have to unplug, CorelDraw started to load. My life is mind-blowingly overly complicated. Frustrating, depressing, & unlucky.
Still, you don’t like to complain, do yer? Spit!

Then I smelled the potato burning in the oven. Hobbled hastily to the kitchen, to find the potato husks had thickened and flaked, with the flesh well overcooked. Somehow, the oven was red-hot, as if on full, but the dial showed I’d set it to 130. Think it’s kaput! So, a change of plans. I halved the potato, & emptied the husk into a basin. Adding some Leicester cheese, sea salt, and no-butter butter, Bashed it all up.

Got it back into the broken-down, overheating mini-oven, to reheat and hopefully create a slightly burnt cover of the cheese,
This will need concentration; I must keep an eye on the oven. Had to check the noise coming from the entry door area. A little loud, it sounded like someone scraping something. Back to check, it looked good, and I removed the cheesey spud. It was softer than I’d planned. I may have overdone the no-butter butter input? The terrible photo of it was disappointing to say the least. I worked on the blog while I ate it. Super-Tasty! Shame about the photos.
Annoyingly, CorelDraw froze, and I had to reload it again, losing a good bit of work I’d done. I took another snap of it as it restarted.
Ate the meal, made a brew, and Carer Mizra arrived. He’d bought me some bread. and green tomatoes. Made a sandwich later on, thanks, Mizra. 👍🏻 mate.
visit No.2. Five small cementlike sausages. Hard work, encouraging, willing and forcing things along. No bleeding!
Great, no mess to clean up!
Carer Mizra took the laundry down, ringing Jenny as she asked us to, and got the washer going. Frank later brought up the washing for me. Jenny had folded them nicely, and Frank brought them up for me.
Today, I was wearing a black Kagoule. Frank followed up on last week’s quip when I had the brown one on, “You look like Friar Tuck”, with “You look like the Sheikh of Aliba!” Hehehe! I love his quips.

Ejaz made his only visit of the day. Medicated he, Phorpain-Gelled, the shoulder. The lad was not his usual self. I asked if all was well. He said, “Fine, if I had a problem, you would be the first person I would tell and ask for help.” I was touched by this. I looked at these two efforts as the sun set on the horizon. As my EQ delivered some unearthly events that are due anytime now. I am not joking, and EQ is rarely, if ever, wrong. 
This forecast from him is distinct in detail in parts of his multiple messages.
The gullible will see renewed hope for peace in the world. Temporarily.
The next stage of humankind’s insanity will be revealed within 48 hours.
Hopes will be replaced with fear, combined with the knowledge that nothing can be done to save humankind, for without a planet, we cannot survive.
# Oligarges can escape into space but will not survive for long as oxygen, fuel and food are depleted.
Many will commit suicide, depressed that there are no proletariats left to rob, kill, overcharge and manipulate.
# Alright, I made that one up to cheer us all up.

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Inchie: Monday, 6th April 2026

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Last night, I kept waking up for a variety of reasons. Toothache Tiffany, Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirely, Colin Cramps, or more often than not, it was 
. Be it by pain or worry, I fell back to sleep each time swiftly. I was finally brought back to actuality by Carer Rashid, who was seeking admission to the premises 12 floors below. Getting out of bed, again trailing the nocturnal bag along with me, I got to the intercom and pressed the open button. All my mind and body wanted to do was get back to sleep. I still do! I feel really worn out for some unfamable reason.
So, let Inchies Tales of Woe commence…
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I explained to Carer Rachid that I had to empty the nocturnal catheter, use the Porcelain Throne, and get a shower, clean my teeth & shave. Apologising for not having done them yet, adding the bad night’s rest that I’d just had. No reply, he was on his mobile.
Expecting him to stay near the wetroom door in case I call out for help while I am in the shower. He took out his mobile and sat in the main room.
So, no shower yet again. I’ve explained to each Carer my fear of showering alone after my last fall, when I had a dizzy spell in the shower with the bending and stretching. The evacuation this morning was a stubborn Constipation Conrad cracker.
First, I had to bend down to take off and empty the night bag; the others usually do this for me. Went a little dizzy taking it off, but no bother as such, and emptied it easily enough.
Then the battle commenced: It took a while and a smidge painful, encouraging things along. But finally, the evacuating product edged out agonisingly slowly.
It felt as if one superlong torpedo had escaped, but standing to clean Little Inchy’s bleeding haemorrhoids of sausage, which turned out so hard, the WC needed three flushes to clear them.
Rashid was still in the other room, or some other room. So I had to rush through the teeth cleaning and ended up with a cut on my gum and a cut on my lip. The shaving cost a fair bit of blood. Again, due to my rushing the job. The straps on the day Catheter came open, I called Rashid for assistance. He couldn’t have heard me, cause he didn’t show. I fumbled about getting the strap refitted, had a mega-Dizzy Dennis spell from bending down, and had to sit on the WC for a while until they disappeared. Then, miraculously, I tore off the night’s protective pants and put on a new pair with little hassle. Getting the kagoul on was difficult, and I required help, so I called the Carer again. This time, he casually appeared at the door and asked, ‘Are you alright?’ I asked for help getting the Kaghoul on, which drew a few laughs (I’ve put on a lot of weight, hehe!).
Medications given, and I asked for Barrier cream. And for the Phorpain gel to be applied to my back and right shoulder. He did the shoulder, can’t remember him doing my back. Getting the dressing gown on was another moment of humour. He made a mug of tea at my request. Weak & unwilling. Hahaha! 

I was pleased to see the bubble clouds were out and about this morning. I do like these skies. Why?
I’m not sure. Somehow, they appear to me as being so restful and peaceful.
I actually thought about getting back into bed… having to make it up first put me off. Huh!

Later, more of my photographicalisationings were taken.
Three to be precise.

I thought that they came out rather well, for me at least. The car park, with the sun rising to the right, offered a welcome change from the usual shots I’ve taken lately. I took another shot later of the park, but that came out as a movie, not recognised on CorelDraw. 

Then I took a shot, as best I could, of activity machines on the balcony.
Walking frame, then the self-propelling wheelchair,
& four-wheeled walker.
I made a nice strong mug of Gengettie tea, checked the TV programmes for tonight, and did the olive-oiling of my earholes that I forgot to do this morning.
Then tried to do a special effect shot of the computer screen as CorelDraw was reloading after going all sticky on me… Again! With the reflection of your truly taking the Kodak-Tim-2 snap. With reflections of the other side of the room !

A wide photo by Carer Rashid, on his mobile phone. To catch the puffer clouds I love. Thanks!

And finally, a shot taken earlier by the Carer
Showing my petre, cell, no,
apartment… little flat.

I made the meal for tonight. And got it marinating, ready to microwave later tonight. Naricot beans, tomato juice, carrots, red peppers, Tyriyaki and Gung Po sauces, water chestnuts, and mixed veg (canned & sliced). I got some o the rasty continental sliced bread from the freezer and left it to thaw out. A lick of my fingers, knife and spoon used, confirmed that I intend to enjoy this feast. Slurping anticipated!

As I went to clean my teeth, I took this snap of the night view’s sunshine. It didn’t look as dark to my glaucomatous eyes. I hobbled to the wetroom.

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Inchie: Sunday, 5th April 2026

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The first thing I recall on waking up was . Seconds later, I realised I was virtually shivering with cold. I knew something was wrong to feel this cold as I saw this morning’s sunshine blasting through my cotton-thin, tattered-edged curtains, their hooks missing from the balcony. I took off the nocturnal Catheter pouch, got a hold of  and went over to investigate where the cold was coming from. Taking this snap of the view… through the wide open balcony door! No wonder I was shivering, I’d left the doors open and been sleeping in the nearby 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. I closed the door and found that I had somehow lost one of my night socks. I needed to get warm, and, conveniently, the need for the Porcelain Throne arrived. I limped into the wet room and put the heater on. Got sat on the raised plastic seat, and wallowed in the warmth from the convector heater on the wall. It took mages to get the evacuation underway, but as I was warming up, I didn’t mind it at all today. I was convinced after ten minutes of urging and pushing, the Constipation Conrad would be in control. But, no! Although the first torpedo clunked into the bowl, immediately followed of a Trotsky Terence-like performance of splattering, stinking, watery mass flowed. The torpedo was dark brown; the follow-up was orangey-light brown. It cost me half of a new toilet roll, and an awfully long time to clean things up after the event.

I tried to get back to sleep by adding an extra-heavy quilt to the other one. But Ejaz rang the intercom to get admission. We did my Health Checks with the sphygmomanometer, blood tests with the Pulse oximeter, and measured the temperature. I think they were slightly better than the previous few days, but still in the High Category. Medications provided. Teeth were tinctured. Earholes olive oiled. Then  Shuddering Shoulder Shirley was Salved. Harold’s bleeding Haemorrhoids were Germoloided, and Little Inches bleeding Fungal Lesion was anticepticated. That was the only one that tested my pain level. Arthur Itis and Cartilages Kloe and Carole were Pornapain-gelled.

The back, amazingly, did not need any medicating… that’s a first this year. Then, while I was brushing my teeth, Ejaz made me a mug of tea; he’s getting better at it lately. Supplying me with some bikkies to dunk in the mug. Going through this every day can get a bit wearying. But thanks to Jenny’s help, I have longer visits on some days, which stops my blogging, but it is of great assistance when Mizra or Ejaz does it. They know what is needed and do not ask me what I want all the time. They, I think. appreciate my neurological problems and how they affect me, memory-wise, stuttering, and loss of balance. The others even leave me to bend down. Which is a bit galling when they do that, while they are on their mobiles doing reports, I assume.

After bidding Ejaz Cheerio and Tara, I took a decent snap of the view from the kitchenette window. Then had to pay another visit to the . This was almost a copy of the first effort of the day. More time lost. Glad that I’m well stocked up with toilet paper! For a treat, I’m using an Andrex roll between each of the terribly thin, cheap rolls.
I’d like to work out what’s happening with these dual activations of both Trotsky Terence and Conrad Consitpation-like evacuation on the same visit?

I hoovered the hallway and kitchen. Well, it’s not a Hoover, is it?
It is an Akitas cheapo version from Amazon. I can’t be accused of being high-class, educated, or a snob. Hehe!
Common as muck would be the best epitaph for me. When they bury my ashes or whatever they do, I’d like a plaque on the wall or put in the press. Perhaps something along the lines of:
“He came, He failed, and he went” Haha!

I think I saw some rain falling as I took this shot through the balcony windows. The door chime chimed, and in came Carer Ejaz, on his midday call. We checked the second Health Check figures were recorded correctly on the Excel log, and I was in so little pain, just took two Paracetamol. Good that!,
As Ejaz was getting ready for Porpain-Gelling Shaking- Shoulder-Shirley, he noticed that I must have been scratching away at the still showing scars on my lower left arm.
He put some Cetreben cream on it. Advising me not to scratch at them again, or they will never clear up or disappear.

Google’s opening was still hit-or-miss. I just kept trying a different icon for the same action until one worked. A different one responded to being pressed each time. WordPress was not so jerky today, well, at 02:45hrs, anyway.
This keyboard is getting harder and harder to see with its tiny letters on the keys, and faded off-white ones at that. I’m hoping for the best when the man calls to check the computer out, I think on Tuesday or Wednesday. Mizra made the arrangements for me when we went shopping on Saturday. I loved that, getting out to an actual shop and seeing what I was buying beforehand. I hope not to buy food online anymore. With all the mistakes I keep making, getting help shopping is invaluable now. I hope it continues weekly, please! Hehehe!

Cor blimey, the sun had dipped!
Then the rain came again.

Inchie: Saturday, 4th April 202 New Problems arose, each one solved. YES!

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I enjoyed writing this. Why? I’ll tell yers! Despite feeling a little out of sync & balance when I woke, as per usual, several new problems had started arriving shortly afterwards; the greater part of them, with much-appreciated help from Jenny and Carers’ Ejaz and Mizra, were solved! And each in a short time. The misplacement of the Kodak-Tim-2 camera wasn’t sorted until late afternoon. I’ve got some used and unused graphics to give the blog a bit of colour, and I hope some humour as well.
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0655hrs: I stirred back into imitation life, feeling a smidge groggy. As I was taking off the night bag from the day Catheter bag, I anticipated the inner rumbling would arrive to send me to the Porcelain Throne, as it had done for the last four days. Buy, no. In fact, it is now gone 19:00hrs, and I still haven’t passed a sausage, or even visited the Throne. Not that I minded, after the two cases of involuntary emissions from the rear end, and all the pain of cleaning it up.
It took me an inordinate length of time to get Google to open again. Frustrating, this and all the other problems I’ve had with the computer. I expect it will pack up on me soon. But at least Carer Mizra will have a look later.
Ejaz arrived as I had just got the Ode started. Goes without saying, but the blue screen came on a couple of times, and I had to turn everything off, losing the two hours of work I’d done on the blog Ode. Ejaz gave me the prescription medications and did a full-body check, applying Cetraben, Barrier, and Germolene creams where needed. Phorpain-Gelled the right shoulder, and under my man breasts.
I got the computer working again, well, I just rebooted it, and was in the process of struggling to get Google to open again, and Jenny rang as Carer Mizra arrived. I’ll ring her back when Mizra has done his thing… I thought. Turns out that we’d agreed yesterday that Lizea would take me to the computer shop, and, of course, I’d forgotten about it. So, it was a mad rush for me to get readied in time for us to catch the bus. Mizra said to leave the computer, helped me get dressed and get the walker ready to use, and off we went to the bus stop. To make things a smidge worrying, I could not find my flat keys and fob! Mizra said he would lock up using the keys from the safe on the wall outside. We hastened to the bus stop along the front of the flats. I was struggling to breathe with the rushing, but it had to be done. Mizra went ahead as the bus arrived, but it took me a few minutes to catch up. But nobody complained, just gave me irritated looks. Haha!
We got off the bus at Sherwood. Mizra stopped me from falling over getting off the bus, bless him. We walked down to the Computer Shop, and Mizra spoke with Asif. Plans were made for someone to call at the flat to assess the status of my computer and let Asif know so he can get a replacement with more power and memory installed. Times and dates I can’t recall, but I’ll check with Mizra later tonight.
Coming out of the Computer shop, Mizra took me to the Continental food store to buy some food. I’m glad to say the cash card worked.
We’d just missed a bus back, and Mizra would not let me try to walk back up the hill. So, we waited for the bus. Up and back to the flat, up the lift and inside. Mizra put the food away as I started a search for my keys and camera. No luck with either.
When Mizra departed, he said he was sure that Ejaz would find the camera and keys.
I got the jacket off and dressing gown on, and sat down on the c1966, £300 Oxfam charity shop-bought, wincingly grotty, beige-coloured, crumb-covered from my nocturnal nibblings, itch-making, uncomfortable, positively unhealthy, and dangerous, no longer operational, virus-breeding, easy-to-fall-out-of, catheter-tube-trapping recliner to do so. And felt a lump on the cushion with my bum… it was the missing Kodak-Tim-2 camera! So I put it to use on the purchases that Mizra made possible.
They had some Sokolow foods to die for in stock. Silesian chicken sausages, Polish pork & beef grill sausages. And a Pork Loin smoked ham, absolutely delicious! Expensive, mind you. I’ve not found any for over a year. Soft bread rolls. Halal lemon wafers. Hard green tomatoes, I do like them so. And a box of Dutch soft cheese triangles with four flavours.
I called Jenny with the news about the computer.
Then took some shots of around the flats,
Front car park,
End car park…
Eerily quiet?
Towards Sherwood.
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Mizra made his last call. Assisted me in preparing my meal of the day. Told me the man will call about the computer on Tuesday or Wednesday.
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Stopped the blog and got the chips in the oven.
And watched football on TV.

Back in the morning – Hopefully.

I’m back, but it took until the dawn of the evening.
Carer Mizra helped me make the meal. Spread the cobs for me, and checked on the chips I was about to get in the oven as he departed. Bless him. Got the chips cooking, closed the computer, ran a virus scan, and it was time to serve the meal. Two Silesian sausages, soft cheese-filled bread rolls, and oven chips. I took this snap of it. And settled to eat it. It tasted very nice, good in fact. 

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May Your Bread Drop Butter-Side Up!
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