No photographs or graphics, I’m afraid. A cartoon.
Due to waking up at about 05:00 hours and foolishly not allowing myself time to do the balance exercises, as I was still a day behind on my blogging. And decided that getting washed, shaved, and medicated was a good idea, so I’d crack on with making this blog’s template nice and early. That was, if I remember rightly, the plan I had in mind. However…
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Sunday 7th Septsoddittember.
Dizzy Dennis sent me down in an instant, a painful, crumpled heap, in agony, but I still fell asleep, alert, alarm activated, waiting for the ambulance. Carer Ejaz arrived to wake me, then the ambulance collected me. I was taken first to the A&E. Then, I was off to the GAU (Geriatric Accident Unit) at the QMC. Bone fractures in my finger, wrist, and four in my left knee. Three weeks later, and the hip & back pains are still bothering me, ever since returning home yesterday. 24th Sept, Wednesday.
Monday 8th Septsoddittember.
Visits in the ward from Social Workers wanting to help me, nothing happened, naturally. A jolly-looking lady from Physical Therapy, a Doctor, chatted about Peripheral Neuropathy. Things may be out of order, chronologically… I almost guarantee.
Tuesday 9th Septsoddittember.
No paper left, the pen ran out of ink, sadly,
One cleaning teeth session for this internee.
Moved to Cardiac, more tests, you see!
Wednesday 10th Septsoddittember.
Shaveless, visionless, deaf, nurses emptying out my pee,
Rear-end evacuations repetitively…
Transitioning from concrete to wet and runny.
Thursday 11th Septsoddittember.
Sister Jane came to see me with Pete, her hubby,
More diagnostic imagery in Radiology,
The rest of the day was spent in painful reflexology.
Back for more tests and another X-ray.
On the hip & wrist this time, not on the knee,
Friday 12th Septsoddittember.
Friday’s fish and chip meal, I ate it voraciously…
The rear-end evacuations went uncontrollably,
A night of swearing, howling, and muttering,
Obviously, some patients were suffering…
Then they started shouting & arguing,
The nurses carried on blood taking…
Saturday 13th Septsoddittember.
My lowest to date BP reading…
Sys 93, Dys 33, Blood count 23!
Worried about this? Me?
Couldn’t give a toss at the time, actually.
Sunday 14th Septsoddittember.
Five minutes later, nurses from Cardiology
descended, and I was surrounded… lucky Inchy!
To take another reading, needles in, but I was not bleeding?
Eventually, they managed to get the blood trickling…
The colour was orange, the amount was piffling!
I was moved back to the cardiology Wing!
They gave me some of the blood sugar booster,
The medics seemed to be all in a flutter…
They said after that I’d asked for bread & butter,
Monday 15th Septsoddittember.
All drugged up, mind & thoughts unsure…
Stirred back to consciousness, aware,
The medic’s efforts had been sustentacular,
Blood count now showing 89 – 59, Spectacular!
Tuesday 16th Septsoddittember.
Back to the cardiac unit, the drugs soon had me sleeping,
I was quickly aware that I was dreaming,
Yet felt the mild ankle electric shocks shooting…
Up my leg, which was doing its own thing, trembling,
The nurse thought I was panicking & seizing.
Wednesday 17th Septsoddittember.,
There were fairies on the bed, tapdancing…
I could even see their eyes twinkling, faces smiling,
Realising then, I was having a bed-bath & towelling,
Somewhere in my mind I was tabogganing…
Then thought no, it was more like falling,
And nodded into peaceful sleeping,
I heard music, someone bag-piping?
His hand beckoning me… silently calling,
Thursday 18th Septsoddittember,
Woke up properly in Ward C54, red Zone,
A battleground with no time to cavort,
The atmosphere here had gone all wrought,
How we got through it, with staff & patients unhurt…
However, actual violence, we did thwart.
Friday 19th Septsoddittember,
Bedridden oldies, some naked, a few in a nightshirt,
Patience was beginning to run short,
Swearing, name-calling, had they been given drugs to snort?
Threats of violence, in which I was upcaught!
Saturday 20th Septsoddittember,
They kicked off again in the morning,
While I was undergoing my walking frame training,
Herbert, the worst one, started threatening…
A nurse who was calming him, well, trying…
He put his head down towards her, bullying, cursing,
This made my blood boil, I was fuming,
I launched at him, was stopped by a Doctor & therapist,
Security arrived, taking him down with degust,
I’m usually a pacifist and altruist,
I approached the bully with his folded fist…
His intimidating a nurse made me subverst,
Was this a psychiatric ward? I was guilty, no pretence,
We all had neurological and or psychiatric psychosis,
I was spoken to by a neuropsychiatrist,
I went to the man to apologise, but he got in first…
Said he was so sorry,
We both acted shamefully!
When things blew up again later, I reacted more calmly,
Ensuring I was never again a haranguer.
Sunday 21st Septsoddittember,
Informed that tomorrow, I’d be leaving,
Informed the staff of Inchie Today, blogging,
Pleased, I was told by many doctors,
Of many upcoming appointments,
One with a neuropsychiatrist…
Rearrange missed appointments,
First, with the audiologist,
Then with the Sherwood Dentist,
Warfarin and Deep Vein Thrombosis,
Monday 22nd Septsoddittember,
My leaving was delayed today,
Perhaps it will be done on Tuesday?
Through three arterial blood gas (ABG) tests,
67 at its highest was the best,
Time for another session on the oxygen mask,
And rich foods to avoid cyanosis,
I’ll look this up when I get home, see what it is.
Monday 22nd Septsoddittember,
Early morning blood oxygen level is even lower,
I can only hate & blame Starmer!
To me, this doesn’t show adversity,
Fed ultra-sweet stuff, persistently, Sickeningly,
Misadventures, afflictions, never-ending calamity,
Mistakes, errors, life’s incompatibility…
Frustration, depression, apprehension…
Surviving had been my vocation,
Until insanity found my location,
I’ve never been anything like a vaurian,
Look up what it’s like to suffer verbigeration,
Oligarchs see wealth as being Utopian,
This waffling off subject, nears its conclusion…
I’m now tired, baffled and full of confusion…
At life’s cruel creeping transubstantiation,
I’m no philosopher, scholar or theoretician,
In fact, I’m bonkers, there’s an admission!
I’m a mentally affected phenomenon…
I’ll finish this Ode with some trepidation,
Then take my tablets for constipation,
Things may improve after my trephination?
If considered necessary by my neurosurgeon,
Anyway, the QMC released Inchy…
On 24th Septsoddittember, Wednesday.
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I had a lift home in an ambulance, had a joke or two with the ambulance men, and got them laughing en route.
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Although it was a right mess that required cleaning up.
No one had responded to my request to inform Blogger Paul of my incapacitation. In fact, the Warden did not even know I’d been in the hospital! But I was so glad to be home, and took some photographs of the kitchen sky views when I got in before doing anything else.
Oh, I missed these cloud formations,
Just love them.
Enough pleasuring for a moment, I
had to check the dates of the food in
the fridge. Then remembered I called Deana
to tell her I was coming out, so as to speak,
Hehe, and she’d checked them earlier for me. 👍🏼❤
Then, Carer Ejaz arrived. We’d missed each other over the QMC holiday (sarcasm there, Hahaha!)
He did a grand job with the laundry and sorted all the medical paperwork I had been sent home with for me. Checked the catheter bag and body welts. I’d got a lot of them, with all that time I’d spent lying in the hospital bed.
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I got a call from Jenny in a flat below, bless her.
She came up to see me and we had a natter. That was precious to me, a lovely lady, and it was she who rang Deana and Julie about my blog not being published. And since her back was so painful when she had to stand and walk, she made the effort to welcome me back.
❤❤❤❤❤
An Angel – Bless you, Jenny XXX
Then the phone calls started coming in, which only confused me further, but they were all about medical matters. ICC (Carers) had arranged a Carer (Ruby) to give me a lift to the Doctors for the blood samples to be taken on Thursday. Smashing!
The Lady rang, confusing me about the appointment with the Nuthall bonkers house assessment being cancelled, until after the Neuropathy Surgeon had interviewed me. Nurse Rebecca came to ask about what had happened at the hospital. She then checked my legs and ankles, and arranged for a much belated catheter contraption renewal, but I can’t recall when it is for.
Next, the DVT Warfarin clinic rang.
Carer Ruby ran me to the Doctors for the blood test, and my beautiful, desirable, caring Nurse Caroline took it, and passed on messages to Ruby about the Warfarin home visits being cancelled until the 1st of November. Then a new Warfarin dosage arrived. Still too high, with a change. By now, I was struggling to get a grip on the flood of changes coming in.
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Ejaz had got a grip of the medication dosage changes, though.
Thankfully!
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Got some nice evening shots.
From the kitchenette window.
It is now 02:25hrs! Tired out, I am, and
must get something to eat.
Sweet & Sour vegetables with sausage, accompanied by Gung Po sauce, and cheesy bread rolls.
I think I’ve uploaded the wrong photo here.
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Friday already, no sleep, all the hassles of the day, and now the damaged knee has been joined by pain from Anne Gyna, which worsens when standing, sitting, or walking. Humph!
Bedtime now, or is it worth it at 03:00hrs?
Better wash the pots first and do the safety checks.
Oh, Ejaz made a quick visit, Porpain gelled the knee and my back for me. I think he’s a grand lad.
Cheers Each
All The Bestest!
Oh, I forgot, I found this photo on the web of British cigarettes from the 1950s and 1960s. The equivalent of about 17½p a packet.
Did a check on today’s prices on Google.
A pack of 20 cigarettes in the UK currently costs between approximately £14.00 and £18.00, with the average price for January 2025 reported at £ 16.40.
Good job, I stopped years ago. Who can afford them at these prices?
Oh, yes, Oligarchs!
PEACE!
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The power of Hope, an emotional force that instils meaning,
Woke up, made some pots, and had some Detox tea; the bruised leg had improved no end. Anne Gyna was kind, but Toothache Tiffany countered that a bit today.
I had no idea what I was doing while out of it, but things had changed from their previous state, and I’d taken off my protective underpants. Left the hot water tap running. I found that my fungal lesion was bleeding. What the heck had I been doing?
The driver was not in a good mood. My EQ told me something was annoying him.
It was a large order.
Managed to get some bleach at last.
Best chips available.
Snapped the end car park after I’d got the delivery stored away.
Got into blogging.
I checked the leg-damaging machine on the balcony. I tried to figure out how to turn the feet thingies inwards, but no luck.
Kirchen towels galore, now.
Even more mineral and soda waters!
The fridge filling was a work of art, but I still couldn’t fit everything in!
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The pouch is removed and left for the Carer to assess the grading colour upon arrival. Not much urine was passed last night.
I put the Codeine box back on the crowded Carers’ desk, and saw how dark it was outside. I meandered to the 
kitchen to take a snap of the view.
. Just as well I didn’t delay getting there. Within seconds of my bottom settling on the plastic seat of the raised toilet… Spurt, splutter, splatter… all over and done in seconds! 
Carer Ejaz arrived. I think he said this is his last visit until next week. Sad that!
After a while, I meandered onto the balcony for a breather and took a snap of the end car park through the glass on the terrace.
I came back inside and updated the thingamibob calendar clock, then made a brew of Co-op 99 Tea. 
minutes later, it was as if my energy batteries had all suddenly died on me. 
I scuffed my left leg against the wheelchair leg rest, swearing a smidge as I bruised the leg on 
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I realised I had time to make a meal before the last Carer calls and eat it. 
dinner cooked in the microwave would be the best idea. I put a can of vegetable stew and an Irish stew in a microwave bowl, and added half a bottle of Kung-Po sauce, some Bovril and chopped up some water-chestnuts and added them into the microwaveable dish of delight.
peri sauce with lemon juice. Danish wholemeal bread to be dunked! A g
Delightfully tasty meal, that I really enjoyed! While searching for the Gung Po 
photo, I stumbled upon a picture I took many years ago in Skegness. This took me back, evoking both good and bad memories.
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Gave way, and I ended up back in the aged, grotty-looking, c1966-made, charity-shop-bought, horribly beige-coloured, £300, Harold’s Haemorrhoid-testing, non-operational, acne-giving, virus-breeding, rickety, easy-to-fall-out-of recliner.
I decided a mug of tea might help, and toddled off to the kitchenette to make a brew. Taking this snap of the evening view.
After an hour or so, and on the verge of going potty, I had to rise for the umpteenth time, to utilise the 
yet again!
called on me, and from then on, nothing was a bother or a hassle. Even when I got back to the c1968, non-operational, tatty, scruffy, unkempt, uncomfortable, germ-breeding, Harold Haemorrhoid-Testing, sickenly beige-coloured recliner. The powers of my hero 
Who was more than a blessing in disguise. He helped me not worry about the Porcelain Throne pain. There was plenty of that in this morning’s lengthy battle to force things into action from the rear-end. Each of the four depth-charge-shaped clumps that evacuated took it in turn to escape.
mber two. Another marathon job, but without the assistance of 
Handsome, male-model-like Carer Ejaz arrived. Did a good job changing the catheter bag, issuing medications, and applying cream to the legs and feet. Graded the nighttime catheter pouches wee-wee as a 4½ on the NHS Richter scale. 
I should have put this photo on the right in yesterday’s blog. I think that I didn’t. It is of a J Sainsbury pack of Triple Cook Chips, Taste the 
Difference 400g £3.25. It looks like a Special Offer of some free diseased chips has been added to the tray again.
My mind was wandering a little, but, of course, that’s perfectly normal for me.
Started to update the Wednesday blog. But…
distant, certainly nowhere near me now
To the right.
To the left.
Straight ahead. Seemed to change colour?
Then a shot of the end of the car park.
I tried an all-day breakfast this time.
Veg Korma, Cumberland Pie.
I just wish they were larger portions. Hehe!
Baked potatoes with no-butter butter & a pinch of salt. Five different types of tomato. Fish sticks, and a red spring onion sliced up.
A pareidolia’s delight with these clouds.
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Not feeling too well this merry morning. After four hectic, go-wrongable days, I’d hoped things might improve for me today. In fact, they did, whoopsiedangleploppery-wise. But, a new one today. A series of short mini-seizures started just before midday. I’ve lost count of how many. Each time, the recovery was taking longer and longer. Mt concentration was so bad. I was not getting the time to fully recuperate each time, and it felt like the next seizure recovery time… I’m just saying, getting back to semi-normality was impossible. I found myself going off track, which meant I couldn’t catch up on the blog. No time for the WP reader or comments again. I shall call the District Nurse if this lasts much longer. As I recall, my wanderings took me off track for the day. I split some boxes, tore them up into bags, and then took them along with the waste bins to the rubbish chut
Health Check Monitoring this morning, Carer Ejaz double-checked the returning figures for me later on, gave out medications, diabetic socks were put on, and a body check was carried out.
He checked prescription medications…
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Cragnangles! Done it again!
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Mor favourites too!
Carer Nimra, I think, pointed out the state of my right leg. Next call, Ejaz put some Cetraben cream on the area, and it was much calmer in the morning.
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Straight ahead.
To the left.
To the right.
I think my estimate of the division between Evil & Heaven is accurate. I may not have been as high a percentage for HRH. However, the relief gained while he was here was priceless.
Kitchen window view.
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MEMORABLE EVENTS FOR THIS DATE
The driver put the things in Iceland carriers for me.
Selection of favourites.
A few more…
I now have a good stock of spring water and soda waters. These keep the bladder working.
Two minutes later, the Amazon-supplied self-propelling wheelchair arrived. I struggled to get it into the hallway, but managed to put the Cream and bags on top of the wheelchair box.
Not much room.
Showing the damage to the wheelchair box on arrival. Nimra counted a total of 22 holes, tears and/or crushed corners. 
Carer Ejaz called. He took down the laundry, returned, and then attempted to erect the wheelchair.
with it, and we ran out of time. In between, Ejaz went down to move the washing to the dryer, then returned and had another go at getting the leg pad and brakes fitted. He managed to get one on. 
What a puddling day. Still, I’ve had worse!
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If you can get FND, PN, & many a seizure,
, I’ve missed him lately, but
05:30hrs: The nocturnal Urine was a 5 on the NHS scale. I was a little bit out of it when I got up, a smidge off-balance and confused. All signs of a nighttime seizure, but I’m guesstimating, of course. 
I settled into the disabled raised plastic seat and retrieved the crossword book. Given that all the signs suggested it would take time and effort to get the movement started. And it did!
Onto the computer, no wash, no shave, no medicationings. As I was about to start the story, I remembered that Matron would call on me from Monday to Thursday, and the Social lady would visit sometime this week. So, I updated some things that I needed help with for both ladies, just in case they came today. (They didn’t).
I drank the Detox, made a proper mug of extra-strong Typhoo tea, and started on the story. Made a graphic to use as a header 
for the blog page (Left). I thought it best not to inform anyone of what I was doing when I conceived the idea for the tale. Haha! 
going to last long, and I seemed to appreciate the freedom from worry all the more! If only I could summon him whenever I needed him.
Back to the plot.
The thick clouds, now that the rain had stopped, looked so fresh and almost pretty to me. Then so do many traits in nature.
A shot of the local dwellings from the balcony, this proved painful for me. I had to lean out of the window to get the angle needed, and the catheter tube caught against the wheelchair and tugged at Little Inchie and his fungal 
lesion. 
I’d like to take the opportunity to tell you how excellent these chip shop chips taste. If I ever get the time, I should be having some tonight. Well, it’ll be morning by then. Lovely!
Rain..
Rain…
Oh, it stopped!
Mudslide from the rain. Red car again.
Ah, a decent night shot with plenty of brown in there.
Just caught a bit of the sun on its way down.
Ejaz, on his last call, took this one. Kodak Tim 2.
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laugh at myself when I reached down to retrieve the nocturnal catheter bag for emptying – it showed I was still on edge from yesterday’s mishaps. I used my left hand to hold the shoulder in case she had loosened the joint with her overnight rattling and shudderings. Haha! Now, a laugh upon waking may be a sign that things will go better today. Mind you, look what happened to Hitler when he attacked Russia.
First kitchenette shot
Evacuation Conrad Constipation Controlled.
Some new blood-filled swelling was spotted.
Morning snap
Afternoon…
cloud…
photos.
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Where do I leave my words of perspicuity?
What a day! The agony started as soon as I woke up. I was in fact enjoying the peace of being in a seizure, unaware of that, of course, it seems the only way to get any sleep and stay in it nowadays, but the recovering after effects were pretty harmful, as per usual. The door chime rang, stirring me cruelly back to reality. But my confusion and balance were all over the place. Getting out of bed took that long; the chime stopped. I continued the battle to get on my feet and carried the nocturnal bag with me to save time, to reach the panel when they called back, and to unlock the door.
the Wooden Walking Stick. Off to the kitchen to steep a Detox bag in water. I visited the Porcelain Throne. Feeling more comfortable and with it as time passed. A 100% turnaround in the evacuation. Hard work, painful and bloody session. Yet a nice change from the last eight sloppy, wet, spattery Trotsky Terence cleaning up-after trips.
Later, I found this shot of the trees & bushes on the front of the flat’s walkway and carpark. I can’t recall when, or even if, I took it.
WALLAH! And I then had a new SD reader that worked
! 
Then… 
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and 967 KB from the drive. This looks good, I thought.
That went well… I waited, and waited for the windows to update. Not sure if I fell asleep or not. What day is it? What was I doing?
now, after suffering enough problems, Whoopsiedangleplops and frustrations to last me over the last few days for the rest of my life. Well, maybe. I’m still far behind with blogging than I’ve ever been. I frustratedly gave up on the computer and got my overdue Ablutions done.
The seat marks under my arm had worsened significantly overnight. I’ll ask the Carer to use the barrier cream and remind them to remove all traces of the old cream, then clean the area with baby wipes. This is only if I remember to ask whoever comes. As ‘Forgetters go!’, I think I deserve an award for my sheer dogged persistence, regularity, & stupidity.
hile shaving, getting only one cut! It did bleed a bit, mind you. 
I foolishly decided to get a short-sleeved black kagoule hand-washed and rinsed, then hung it up in the wet room to dry on the shower curtain rail. As I turned to leave the room… I shoulder-charged the door edge. Which set 
off on one of her vicious attempts to dislodge the ball from the socket! Not that this actually surprised or upset me, it was just another cog, pain and annoyance on my way to total insanity. I’m not ready for considering suicide yet, cause I still have dreams of someone assassinating Starmer; I’d hate to miss that, and it would give a little lift, and laugh. I’ve paid for my funeral. I told the Carer where the details are. Not that I’m in any rush. Oh no, but if things carry on as they are… well!
I’m assuming that I had a seizure. I came back and was mopping the kitchen floor with the speed mop. The storage trolley was out of position, I’d moved food from a cupboard onto the floor near the radiator, and opened both windows. I’d been busy during my ictus? No one has explained to me how this can be so. Impossible to happen, surely?
I keep getting myself off track tonight. But the need of food arose. I looked in the fridge to see what was available for dining on. The photo above reveals two outdated food items that I had to discard. The pastie on the right was use-by 19th Aug. Whatever it was inside that had gone mouldy and showing through the pastry and bag was mysterious enough. But then, why did I buy them in the first place? My tiredness returned.
I decided, after seeing what was not available to eat, to opt for frozen chip shop chips, tomatoes, and two defrosted cheesy-topped no-butter buttered bread rolls, along with some cheap £1-a-packet ham slices, which were well within their use-by date, 8th September. Worryingly, the highest ingredient listed was water.
There’s a chance of a miracle having taken place here. I cannot remember seeing the moon while I was in bed. Sometimes I see the hue coming through the tatty, thin curtains. I’ve been known to scramble out of bed to take a shot of it. I’m sure I didn’t tonight… well, as sure of anything I can ever be sure of. But that’s not saying much, is it? This snap was so beautiful, I’d have thought I’d remember taking it.
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MISSING HORIS!
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End car park.
Towards Mansfield Road
Towards the park
Left, front car park & flat balconies
I noticed I’d not changed the date on the clock.
Got a mug of proper tea, and the peas to nibble. Seeing that I had still not changed the date on the clock. So, I did!
Just look at the amount of urine that came out. The bag is a 200ml one, but the jug indicates it is 400ml. No wonder it felt down.
The four-whelled walker.
The new wheelchair, unused to date. Fitted a cushion on it. Searched around with the aid of the impractical, worthless manual, which had such tiny printing that it was really of no value.
Then had an in-depth, almost pointless perusal of the mwinenace/instruction manual. I think it might have been for the wrong model. As you can see in the photo I took, this is for a self-propelled model with large wheels.
This model has tiny wheels.
Look at the time already!
A fantastic site, no, sight!
When I got back in the front room, I was pretty ashamed of the mess in there.
Despite my morseness, I still took these snaps of the view from the kitchen window. Not even knowing if I can use them or not. Proof that I need help!
The meal came out well.
Still, it’s worth it, a bit of nature.