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THE RAW POTATO
Why is it here, beside a worm & a centipede?
He’s told his mother was but a seed,
In his short life, he’s never peed,
Rained on, yes, and he got very soiled,
From his birth home, he was roughly freed,
His family was thrown in a tractor and stored,
Being a big spud, he was selected to be baked…
But Inchie liked him, and he was adopted…
It changed his life forever as the oven heated,
Potato’s essence was to be adulterated…
Destined to be beaten up with cheese & roasted!
But a change of mind, Inchie decided…
Out came a knife, Potty was segmentated…
Sliced, and he was cruelly cut up & chipped!
THE BURNT CHIP
Potato was cut up and thrown into the air fryer,
His skin gone, his shape did alter…
Talk about hot, but it didn’t matter…
His life had not seen laughter or glamour,
Just inactivity, gore, mud, creepy-crawlies galore,
No one to talk to, no bother with any computer,
Not that this mattered anymore…
Burned to a crisp, dried out, but he felt sure…
Inchie would still try to eat him out of hunger,
He’s obviously a gannet, who’s eating more & more,
He’s talking to himself, as he commits potato murder!
Sure enough, he bit into a chip; moreover…
Toothache Tiffany gave out agony from her molar…
As Chip slid down Inchies throat, he did agjure…
To the ‘Potato God’ to make Inchies pain more…
Sure enough, he had a dizzy spell; he fell on the floor,
A crumpled heap, realising this Ode is pure aporia…
From this Odester, fantasiser and wool-gatherer,
Off he drifted to the gates of St Peter…
Who said: Hello, here comes an old, bald meshuggener!
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Five hours of sleep, continuing the slow increase in sleep time gathered over the last five days. I believe the problems might have been my being on the Amoxicillin. The assessed nightly hours of much-needed slumber have been:
Mon 0, Tues 0, Wed 0, Thurs 4, Fri 5.
So, it’s going in the right direction.
I believe Hitler thought the same thing on his way to the Russian front. Haha!
05:10hrs: I gently woke up, and that doesn’t happen often, and nodded back asleep almost immediately.
06:15hrs; I woke with the usual 
jerking around for a few seconds, and forced my legs off of the bed, to make sure I got up this time. As I was taking off the mocturnal catheter pouch, I 
estimated I’d had five hours of kip. Good!
Remembered to do the balance exercises for once, and all seemed fair. The only problem I could detect was the left leg’s Catheter, Chloe, which was faux-giving way a few times. She was the same all day. The last thing I want or need is to have another tumble. I think the fear of hospitalisation again is making me more wary.
I poddled out on the balcony, and took two snaps of the progress made on the Nottingham City Council’s tarmacing of the old gravel path up to the Woodthorpe
GrangesPark.
This one, taken on the right, both through the glass windows, was of the Citrus Way end car park. Can you see something different in it? No little red car on the chevrons!
Off to the Porcelain Throne.
For another wet and splurty evacuation, this time nearly caught me out with a second watery torrent splurting out a few seconds after the slodgy-wet first one. Back to the junk room to start the computer, and with five minutes, I was on my way back to the Porcelain Throne. Another wet and over-willing affair, but no follow-up.
I got the update done on the Friday blog and posted it to WordPress. Then made a start in this template I’d already prepped. Fingers crossed, I haven’t made any foul-ups this time with it.
As I opened CorelDraw, it was always a risky business. The damned thing nearly always has something wrong with the first opening of it. This week, as I recall, one day it opened with all the right-hand dockers not showing. Pallets, Text, Transform, Glyphs, and Colour had to be put back on manually. Then, on Tuesday, I think, an error email report opened up while loading. It wouldn’t let me fill it in or close it, so I had to force a shutdown and reload from scratch. It cost me so much memory that I had to use CCleaner, which found two ‘vital’ updates that needed to be installed. Clicked on Install, and was told after a few minutes, “Unable to install”. Huh!
Then on Thursday, CorelDraw froze while writing text, well, making a border for the text. All off again, gave in a few minutes and rebooted. Huh!
Then it told me several fonts were unavailable!
I made a mug of Redbush Rooibos tea, and Googled the tea’s properties, benefits and side effects. I gave the box of bags to Carer Ejaz to put in the laundry for someone ot pick it up. Apparently, if you are on Warfarin, you should give it a wide berth. So that was that, a lovely flavourful taste as well. 
Carer Ejaz gave me a good going over. Medications. Body check. Hoovered. Foamed & barrier-creamed various ailments as needed.
I was working on this blog.
Suddenly, I found myself lying on the top of the bed, wondering how I got there. The computer was on and had gone into sleep mode. I estimate I’d been there for around two hours. I was so confused, I couldn’t remember why I thought it was two hours, now.
But Ejaz had just arrived for his second call. A short one, and he was asking about the two upcoming hospital visits. I think he said he could not go with me to the hospital on either. The first one, next Wednesday, was too early for him to help. And the second one was on a Thursday. Which was concerning, I think. Cause they will be asking someone who knows what I do when in a seizure to explain to them. How can I, when I can recall noting of the seizures, all I can tell them are the after-effects that I get. 
Then again, I was feeling confused when we spoke. I’ll try to clarify the situation when Ejaz returns tonight around 17:45hrs. If I remember to.
I’m going to get my ablutions done now.
Porcelain Throne first, Trotsky Terence again.
Toothache Tiffany’s Teggies were painfully cleaned.
Not a single cut in shaving! 
Fractured knee, Catheter Chloe, Arthur Itis, Shaking Shoulder Shirley, and Twitching Neck Nicolas were all Phorpain gelled. Flabby Tubby Tummy Timmy, Underarm Herbert, Man Breasts Boris
, and Two-Testicles-Thomas were barrier creamed & foamed. Blephergelled and dry eye sprayed Glaucoma Glady’s eyes. Nasal spray was sprayed. Then the seriously hurtful job of cleaning and medicating poor Little Inchies’ Fungal lesions was 
tackled. With very little oohing and arghing, although a curse word or two did slip out.
I remembered this time to put the barrier cream on top of the Terbifine Hydrochloride.
Giant potato baked and halved. Sliced the flesh, salted and no-butter butter dolloped in.
Very tasty. There I was, with the meal balanced on my conveniently big-enough belly, eating away and watching a recorded TV Heartbeat episode, and wallowing in almost joy and contentment…
In came a landline call. I struggled to get up to the phone without spilling any of the gorgeously tasty nosh. It was Sister Jane, and he was most upset, almost annoyed!
After Nottingham Forest’s 0-3 defeat to Chelsea, Manager Ange Postecoglou was sacked, minutes after another defeat. The poor gal was distraught! Also, this defeat dropped Nottingham Forest into the relegation bottom three teams! I returned to the now cold meal, well, what was left of it. Unfortunately, the potato husks had hardened too much and were upsetting. 
I’ll ring Jane in the morning to see how she is, poor gal.
Later, I was trying to take some photos of the night sky, but my efforts were rather dismal;
As you can see here, Tsk!
AS I was taking them, Carer Ejaz arrived on his last call. And came to the rescue, taking this one on his super-camera’d mobile phone.
I read that Tim Price uses a cell phone. He takes many great night shots with his camera.
https://offcenternoteven.com/2025/10/16/owl-sighting/#comment-153634
I think I’m not steady enough to hold the camera still.
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A messy, niggly day!
, then the
, and in walked Carer Ejaz on his teatime visit! 
Early morning view
Looks like they are replacing or upgrading the old gravel path up to the park
Mobility contraption room.
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Who can I blame? Who should take the responsibility?
this morning. Took off the catheter night pouch. Like yesterday, I was unsteady on my plates-of-meat, balance not good, but for me at least, I’d got things together (I thought) more than usually for that time of the day.
I found myself at the kitchen window, taking shots. How I got there, why I was taking photos that were even worse than 
usual. I’ll pass on that question. A faux-feeling that things were coming together overcame me, and I decided I may have time 
before Carer Ejaz arrives, to have a quick bash at the ablutions. So, I did! Off to the wetroom, I poddled.
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getting much better now. Then Phorpain gelled Arthur Itis’s knees. I’ll put the NHS gel on knee fractures later when the others have dried. I couldn’t do Carol and Chloe’s cartilage yet because the Phorpain needs to dry properly. I’ll ask Carer Ejaz to do them later. Nor could I bend down to foam the growing leather-like patches of 
legs. Then 
I applied the barrier cream underneath my arms, my groin and flabby belly. The application of the Germoloid to my rear end was lovely and cooling! Oh, Yes! I then realised that I’d taken far too long, and was past Ejaz’s usual morning visit time by 20 minutes. I thought maybe he had come in without ringing the doorbell and gone into the front room to sort the medications for me. 
Blogging away, I thought I heard some machinery noises coming from outside, so I went on the balcony, taking Kodak 
Tim2 with me to check. Noticing a sign on the bottom field near the entrance to the tree copse. I took a zoomed-in shot so I could read it; I wonder what they are doing.
I took another snap or two while making a brew of Co-op 99 tea from the kitchen window.
ahead. The second one was of the Chestnut Walk car park in front of the Woodthorpe Court, at Winwood Heights.
Hello, is that a fire I see?
I zoomed in on the next one.
Then still further in for this one.
Used the small mug this time. Checked on the garden peas in the slow cooker.
Got the tea next to the computer. 
A contracted nurse arrived.
Garden peas, seasoned with vegetable flavouring and light soy sauce, with a bit of demerara sugar, Polish Country sausage, and some frozen Harry Ramsden chip shop chips. 
Milk Roll bread sarnies, thickly spread with no-butter butter, with sliced tomatoes in them. 
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For most of the day. Then, late on, 
visited.
Oh, dear, I’m wearing black diabetic socks & slippers.
Took a shot of the end car park, no mudslide.
Returned to the computer and noticed it had been raining. A mudslide had started in the end car park.
No rain, but the earlier bit we had was clinging to the glass of the window.
Opened the window to take this one.
I’ve got some peas, onions, and sweetcorn in the slow cooker, ready for later.
Made a brew of Glengettie. Then cut up some potatoes to bake to add to the meal. 
Blue skies and grey clouds.
The front car park on Citrus Walk.
a recorded Heartbeat episode.
I’d got through about half of what was in the dish, and just as I remembered, I had not put the potatoes in from the oven, I got the smell of burning up my nose.
Gave way on me, and my knee greeted the carpet and forced me into using swearwords and curses. My mind was then concentrated on getting myself up again.
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I caught my hand on the oven tray while taking it out.
I rewound the Heartbeat episode to catch up on what I’d missed, and started eating. I’d made too many potatoes and had virtually started eating another meal. I couldn’t manage it all, but ate all of the potatoes. For some reason… 
, visited, and this was unexpected but great!
! I dropped the dish into the water in the washing-up bowl, and a few drops splashed out onto the floor.
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was with me for the entire morning. Of course, I could hardly believe it. Deep inside my demented mind, there were sensations of an upcoming disaster, no less! My mind was right!
Following the glee of 4½hrs worth of Sod ’em all attitude
Really bad! I felt awful and frustrated. I’m getting this tale out of the way on Wednesday, midday. Just beginning to update this blog. At long last. Yesterday, Darius was so deep-rooted for most of the day. He’s stayed with me. Although nothing has changed, my fiddling nervously with things that scare me, and an uncertainty of getting any help, ensure that DDDDDD is present, but not so severely compared to Tuesday, yet. I’ll explain and get back to a semi-chronological Inchy Today.
THE DAY OF MISERY
Spot on lighter coloured urine,
Legs looking better all around, and the Cartilages were not collapsing at all! Super
The rain fell, but only for a few minutes.
Made a different view or two.
Tried to get the widest shot I could manage.
Can’t be helped.
Then…
I tried a closer shot.
Reserved for the meal later on.,
Ditto.
Ditto.
Ditto.
Crinkies for the Carers & Nurses.
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My walks through the tree copse, daily,
almost empty. As yesterday, once I got up and started moving about, I could feel the flow back in the bladder, and it was painful. Within a couple of minutes of taking off the night bag, the day bag began to flood. The colour was a number six grade on the NHS score chart.
Then higher.
Nice and comfortable fit, Ejaz did. The rear end wasn’t, though; that was stinging something awful. Ejaz managed to clean and medicate the insertion area. He left some of the items on the £300 second-hand shop purchase, circa 1966. Moth-eaten, bedraggled, grotty, cringingly-beige-coloured, much dilapidated, crumb-containing from my nocturnal nibblings, bug-ridden, itch-inspiring, not working recliner. But no bother, he’s had to do the catheter twice, and was running late. 
The Intercom Rang Again: It turned out to be a lovely District Nurse. She had come to check on both 
& refit the bothersome,
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To the kitchen to get something to eat.
In both knees, and
gave way, all but having me over. I thought that DDDDD coming on was due to my silly excitement at the visits of 
Once again, back on the computer.
Three snaps of the kitchen sky view.
On Ejaz’s last call, bless him, he showed that he was listening to what I said earlier. He cleaned, dried, and applied barrier cream to my rear end. He also did a body check, and I appreciated it. 
Lucky to catch this shot!
I nearlt forgot the snap of the small, but lovely meal. 
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Problem with the pouch. I don’t think it’s been changed this week.
End car park.
Balcony. 
Strange cloud formations
Guess who?
Carer Ejaz.
Waiting at the flats bus stop.
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Into the balcony to take some snaps
End car park above.
Tree Copse & Woodthorpe Park.
Snapped the calendar clock.
Changed the date. Tsk!
To the left.
Down to Citrus Walk parking.
Selection in the kitchen.
I put a mushroom in my slow cooker.
Not cheap chips – but good taste!
Washed, dried and refilled the two nibble jars.
Sunshine waning.
Down goes the sun.
Another double-take.
Those chips were lovely!
Patches were not checked either. They know about my memory problem and 
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Produced only wind.
I spelt Haemorrhoids wrong.
Early balcony shots through the glass.
Then the same with the kitchen.
Citrus Walk in front of the prison.
Flushing problem on the
visit.
Gave it the best clean that I could manage.
Back to CorelDRAW.
Afternoon cuppa.
I obviously took this shot in error.
The original leak (on the left) had gone down well. But, Rebecca found a new one coming, and medicated it for me as well. (on the right). She said when the sin goes like mine, all leathery, cold men more are on the way. She will call next week to check on how they are. Bless her.
A smidge eerie so early in the afternoon.
Amazed at the new cloud types.
not getting the messages to the brain that I want to let go of the ‘shoot’ button from the dying off 
and or, more likely, the brain not responding in a timely fashion; thanks to the attentions of what was Diabetic Dementia, then Cognitive Dementia, changed to Vascular Dementia, and now is 
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means I forget where I was, what I’d just done, why, and what was going to do in the first place. He’s also a bit of a git every time I write an Ode. I often start typing a word, and just go blank as I’m about to type it. That might be connected to my thinking of a word to use as a follow-up? Or not.
Beautiful!
And zoomed in a bit.
Cooking Time…
I may have overrated this one.