Inchy: Sunday 10th September 2023 – The Bell Tolls For The Tories!

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Got bedded down last night, well, this morning at around 03:20hrs, and low & behold, was waiting, ready to start again. But I did get off eventually and had nearly three hours of bliss. I would have stayed in the £300 second-hand shop purchased, c1966, welt-causing, uncomfortable, not-working, itch-inspirational, crumb-containing recliner for longer; Unfortunately, Dementia Doreen’s compatriot, , convinced me on waking, that it was Monday! So I thought I had a delivery coming between 7 & 8, and it was already 07:15hrs; a semi-panic-mode was engaged and I got up in a bit of a rush; Dizzy Dennis visited, lost balance, and I sat down again, with a foggy head.

Then I realised it was Sunday…

The Night Pouch
At first glance, I thought I’d been mysteriously passing spaghetti through Little Inchie and . Hehehe! Too dark a colour.

The legs look a little rough again.
No pains with them, yet.

Got some spuds in the crock pot.
Then felt the need for the .
porc tttWell, was done after three days. But of course meant a mess to clean up.

Waste Bags Sorted.

Carer Rahmat arrived. Did the issuing of the medications, eye drops, painkillers & Peptac were given. A little natter, which I appreciated. Took her BP and temperature. Very good, see above.

I felt so different again this morning. Plain weary, but the balance was much better. I got on with the mammoth job of catching up on yesterday’s blogging. Things started annoyingly…
Amazingly, I changed the Wi-Fi option and it came back! Very slow work this time. I feared I might even fall asleep in the computer chair. I must try to get some decent sleep in.

I was amazed again, at how the time flew by – it was the midday call already. The blog was making progress, slowly. Rahmat at last accepted a drink I offered a choice of. Bless her!

Got the blog posted at long last. And made a start on the Ode for today’s Inchy Today. I think it took me over three hours, and then later I found spelling mistakes in it. , I think my concentration was getting far worse the more tired I got.  Still, could be worse… couldn’t it?

Still struggling with the editing, and I forgot all about taking any photos until early evening. I’d been nibbling; in fact, I ate all of the remaining Le Petit bikkies!
A banana, a choc ice, an orange ice lolly, and as of now 19:10hrs, I’ve not made or wanted a mug of Glengettie?
Tea GlengettieThis is singularly worrying. It’s never happened before? Could it be the mysteries of Woodthorpe Court, with the ghosts, wraiths, spectres, cacodaemons, apparitions, and other grotesqueries that haunt the hallways and lobbies, searching for Inchie to curse with bad luck, create ambiguities, abstrucities, perplexities, misfortunes and botherations, to scare, worry and confuse me! 
Very peculiar situation. Not only not drinking tea, but failing to take photos of the clouds for my pareidoliaing!

I took a snap of the afternoon sky and grabbed another orange lolly from the freezer. Hahaha!

Continued with the blog for several slow-moving hours, and went to take photographs of the later evening. I was struggling then and were making it difficult for me to control the camera and use the selection buttons, but I had to give up.
Carer Benjamin arrived. I hadn’t heard him, cause even if I had hearing aids in, I couldn’t hear the dooorchime when in the kitchen or wetroom. He was right behind me and made me jump a smidge. Which brought a much-needed smile. He’d been standing there a while and noticed how I was struggling with the Kodak. He whipped out his mobile phone and took these photos for me, bless his cotton socks.

Then a closer shot of the houses.

That was kind of Benjamin.
So I took a snap of the lad.
Offered a cold drinkie in thanks, and he got the medications sorted. Then the eye drops were put in. He’s a clever lad, and noticed the shaking in my… well, all over really. Hehehe!
He’ll be back, just like Arnie, later for the Catheter night bag fitting. After Benjamin departed, I got on with updating this blog, to here. But mental fatigue, mistake-making and lack of sleep made me stop. I hope I’ll be back later too.

Took this shot of the attractive early-night clouds.

Did some more blogging catch-up, and then Carer Benjamin returned for his last visit. During which, he took this shot with the Kodak, of the scratches & bruises on the left leg 0 which must have been acquired, Thursday, on the last of the falls, I’d not noticed, but sharp-eyed Benjamin did.
He also noticed that the leg was swelling up, compared to the state of the right one. One battered body, one distorted brain,
hearing problems, seeing problems, money running out at a fast rate, , problems; bleeding at the point of entry of the catheter tube. is visiting much more often lately, and the previously nocturnal only , is now apparently on a new 24/7 roster. My are scarily getting more frequent… the mind seems to just lose blocks of time altogether, and forever. None have ever come back to me, and those hours or minutes remain a mystery? Maybe this is making things worse?
Just thought I’d mention them. To help whippersnappers who just may read this, to know what they can expect. So, keep on with the cannabis; it helps. (Guilt developing!)

I bedded down in the second-hand, £300, c1968, overwhelmingly sickening beige coloured, tatty, uncomfortable, wobbly, germ-producing, falling to pieces, food residue collecting recliner. But refused to let me sleep, even gave me a few sharp awakenings. I got up a few times, and wobblingly carried and to the kitchen to take some photos of the night skies
Sunset, taken earlier.
Later it looked like I had a monster on the horison.
A long time later, the monster was still there?

Back to try to sleep again, and I realised how little had been passed urine-wise, into the night pouch.

Took a photo with the flash on…
A perfect colour though. Bet it will have darkened by morning.

Not sure when I managed to get to sleep. But recall that had me wakened twice, all the other jerking-awakes were due to .

May Your Fortunes and Festivities Ferment with Good Food too!

INCHY: Wednesday 30th August 2023

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I’d spent the best part of the night working away trying to catch up with yesterday’s WordPress blog. Eventually, I got it finished this morning around 07:30hrs. Then made last night’s meal, Hehe!
I may have nodded off while eating it a few times. I later found some potato cubes in the dressing gown pocket, in my belly folds, and on the £300 second-hand shop purchased, c1966, welt-causing, uncomfortable, not-working, itch-inspirational, crumb-containing recliner cushion. I put the tray on the Carers table; I recall getting one of them ; the next thing, I was waking, having a renewal of consciousness, rejuvenescence, from my preciously short kip of about an hour – in the usual fashion.  shuddering, flapping, threshing about and blurry-eyed.

Kitchen morning view on rising.
Newly spotted legs.
Mullti-coloured feet and toes?
Swelling up again.

First of the two brews allowed… Nice!

Went to turn the computer on, and found that I’d not turned it off!
However, for the first time in months, the internet was working frost time! But not for long, about eight minutes…
Got the Tuesday blog finalised and sent off.

Carer Shaquille arrived. He changed the day pouch for me. Medications were given, and a brief natter was enjoyed.

Started this blog off. But…

Window shot to the left.
Then to the right.

Kara Kara Called; she was doing the two calls, financial and normal medicationings together today. She said she’d ring Virgin about a new package and getting the box sorted out. We were on the phone for an aeon… sorting out the package, and waiting for the technician to come on the line. Even I heard some of the canned music being played with the phone on hands-free. While waiting what seemed an hour, but couldn’t have been, I realised that Kara had phoned on the Virgin number, not the free 150 from Virgin lines… this call is going to cost me a fortune! Argh!
Eventually, they agreed a deal. I was not fully compus-mentis of what was happening, but have faith in Kara. All sorted for me! Kara wrote it down for me. New package; £42.79, for six months, then it’s going up to £56.59. As Kara needed to go, she found a letter on the floor, and I asked her to open it, which she did. I got confirmation from Age UK that my insurance had been paid. Thanked her and off she shot. Hehe! ♥ Lost without her help.

This may have helped the incompetent, figure-rustling and manipulative Smoke & Mirrors ladies & gentlemen at , who are buying up or into so many internet companies and keeping this quiet, to be actually working! I wonder what their cunning plan is with all the invested-in and bought-out internet companies they have got in with? Liberty acquired German company Unity-Media in November 2009 for $5.2 billion. 2010 Liberty sold its stake in Jupiter Telecommunications, a Japanese telecommunications services provider. In January 2013, Liberty Global raised its stake in Belgium-based Telenet from 50.2% to 58%. Liberty Global operates through the following subsidiaries and shareholdings: All3Media (50% ownership with Warner Bros. Discovery), ITV plc (United Kingdom) (9.9% shareholding) Platforma Canal+ (Poland) (17% ownership), Sunrise UPC (Switzerland) (100% ownership), Telenet (Belgium) (58% ownership). UPC Broadband, UPC Slovakia, Virgin Media Ireland Limited, Virgin Media Television, Virgin Mobile. Virgin Media O2 (70% ownership), O2 UK, GiffGaff 65% ownership, Tesco Mobile (50% ownership). Virgin Media Limited (UK), Virgin Media Business Limited, Virgin Mobile (UK), Vodafone (8.9% owned), VodafoneZiggo (50% ownership), Vodafone Netherlands, Ziggo, Ziggo Sport, Ziggo Sport Totaal, and Telefónica. Mike Fries is the Chief Executive Officer and Vice Chairperson of Liberty Global. He took home $62m in FY2, plus a guaranteed percentage of shares. Just how can the lad be expected to run an internet service that works, on such a paltry wage? Surely, his number-crunching, figure-shuffling, securities broker-expert is worth more? I feel so sorry for him.

Jealousy may be involved here! Hahaha!
I like him, & his good looking, Mafiosa face.
Went off on a tangent there, didn’t I? Sorry!

No Domestic lady called again, (holiday catch-up for the gal) and I was not up to cleaning with all the worry over the cataract and glaucoma procedure, and getting things ready for it.

Aha, I felt a movement from within there. Time to visit the for another go… Cor!

Got on with computing. I was getting hungry after she’d gone. Got the Tuesday blog finished & sent sent off to WordPress. Did some work on this blog, then got some nosh going.
Bit of a bigger nosh tonight. Sliced potatoes roasted, garden peas, a soy burger, fancy strawberry-filled pastry (Not that there was much filling in it, mostly pastry, disappointed in this one), and a banana to finish off with. Taste Rating: 6.8/10.

Carer Benjamin arrived after I’d eaten the feast and just fell asleep. He was on his last call and looked a little weary.
No tablets or medicine were needed. He attached the night pouch to the . Insisted he took a can of his choice on his way out with him.

Nodded off again, and the landline flashed!
It was the doctor’s surgery with the new Warfarin doses after the blood test. The INR level had gone up a little. I changed the doses on the Carers book to the new doses.

Inchy: Saturday 26th August 2023 – Nasty Turn Today

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Nocturnal wee-wee a little dark this morning.

Amazing… Green fluid from the bleeding teeth?
Germoloid and Germolene tubes getting near to empty.
The Sudocrem substitute used is not too bad, but it has no cooling qualities and is a little greasy.
The usually dithering session over which of the Protection Pants to put on. Used the smaller Asda unisex ones!
The ends of the toes are going properly white now?

Tea for two, well, just for me, I made a brew

Blepharitis gel and eye spray applied

Kitchen morning view

Waste bags sorted out

View of the balcony from indoors.
Went onto the balcony to take this car par shot of the excellently parked vehicles.
Then, I spotted a Carer parking up and walking into the flat. I took this quick picture through the glass to catch him…
What a terrible photo! He looks like a transparent ghost in this picture. Wonder who it is? Hahaha!

Off to the . With these results…

with a rattling good contribution by suddenly attacking me in unison. I was mentally immobilised for hours. I seriously thought of pressing the wrist alarm… but knew they could do nothing… it was birthed by and the dying-off . It has never lasted this long before, though. I moved from the computer to the £300 second-hand shop bought, c1966. moth-eaten, cringingly-beige coloured, grotty, bedraggled, dilapidated, crumb-containing for my nocturnal nibblings, bug-ridden, itch-inspiring, not working recliner, to await the ailments stopping. Which they did eventually, bo so slowly.
Two Carers called, not that I was with it enough to remember much. But they came, cause I saw they had signed the call log when I improved enough to get up for a wander around to see how things reacted. Another weird thing, after I’d been sat down for a few minutes, I had a cracking, body-shaking, violent ; and this is only the second time I’ve had one of these while sat down.
Things seem to settle after a little hobble about with . But I’d lost a heck of a long time for doing the blogging… again!

I was with it all right when the night Carer Altere arrived.
Took these early evening cloud shots decent enough…

Amazing, the black and then white cloud formations tonight!

No chance to get this blog started, so did it early in the morning. Although I didn’t get any sleep during my hours resting, I still felt so tired.

Got the meal prepared, a nice, easy-to-make one.
Tomatoes, instant mash with some Leicester cheese added to it, and the battered balls were done in the air-fryer. It may have been because I was feeling so much better than I did earlier, but I really enjoyed this little dish. Taste: 8.4/10!

The Carer kindly washed the bowl for me.

After I thanked him and he left, I spotted this view, that demanded to be photographed!

Even if I do say so myself!

I soon fell asleep. I woke up early (03:30hrs) and made a start on this blog at long last.


INCHY: Tuesday 15th August 2023 – Worran-Odd-Day!

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Much to my pleasure and amazement…
No mental/physical pains or abusement!
I thought to depression I was impotent…
Much to my pleasure and amazement…
Realising this may change, just to be expedient,
It did! I suddenly felt enfeeblement!
Dizziness; too weak to feel incandescent,
For around an hour, I was impuissant,
Never before been so suddenly languescent!
Another annoying new pesterment!
I believe I was momentarily solivagant,

Luckily, this ailment was only transient!
Of to do the ablutions, they proved to be sanguinolent!.
Accifauxpas… not through my being totipotent…
Peripheral Pete’s Leg Dance, was persistent…
Shaking-Shoulder-Shirley was intent…
causing me many a razor-
shaving accident!
The shower-power-box was absonant…
After hitting my head on it, I applied urticant!
The day went from pleasant to recalcitrant!
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06:30hrs: removed

Waste bags sorted out.

Computer on…

Off to the .
I think I had one like this early last week?

Spotted what looked like a cat or dog, in the bottom field…
Could have been anything really?
Although terrible photos, I discerned that it was indeed a cat.

Carer Kara arrived.  I think she pointed out how well I was looking, perky. ♥ and we had a laugh and chin-wagging for a little. As she left the Asda order arrived… Food!
Five carrier bags fool!
The bleach in the barfs was leaking a bit or had leaked judging by the smell.
Ah, grand nosh to nibble! I’m unsure how or why I ordered three packets of ready-sliced and seasoned potatoes?
Got some replacements for the nurses, drivers and carers’ treats shelf in the front room.
Make a great brew of Glengettie tea!

Back on the computer…
So, I watched the start of the football match twixt Spain & Norway. 2-1 to Spain, in between using the computer when , returned.

Carer Kara came for the 2nd call, and a moment before the gal came in, I’d nodded off to sleep at the computer and didn’t feel very well at all. This time she said how unwell I looked! This was the sudden change in fortunes and health I mentioned above in the Prooemium intro. My balance was all over the place, and memory had gone on strike I think. No pains as such at all, just confusion and disorientation. 
I bade Kara farewell and decided that getting on with doing the might help me pull out of whatever it was that had a grip on me. So, I did!
The teeth bled profusely after cleaning those I had left.
The tiny nicks shaving also flowed more blood than usual.
But this blood-letting is half-expected, with the DVT Warfarin INR level so high recently.

The feet and legs were terribly pale and ashen, as mentioned by Kara. So I took a snap after getting out of the wet room.
Headed butting the shower power box didn’t go well. Hehe!

However, I did feel much better by the time I got back to the computer. However…

I’ll get some food cooking then… Tsk! 17:00hrs, and chimed from the doorbell, as in walked the Carer. I was late getting the meal, and he was a little early coming, but no bother, other than the meal was cold by the time he has done his bit and departed. Still, he was kind enough to photographicalise me, pretending to eat the meal. Hahaha!
Despite the lack of heat, I still enjoyed it.
Flavour-Rating: 7.5/10.

I nodded of easily enough, as is usual when I try to watch anything on the goggle-box. Humph!

I was woken up on the Carer’s last call. He put the night pouch onto the. He wrote his notes, during which I nodded off again! He checked the taps and the stove was not left on for me, and I insisted he take a can of whichever refreshment he fancied in thanks.

I jumped awake at 03:30 hours and got up immediately. Fool!


INCHY: Tuesday 8th August 2023

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Today has been more than ever surreal,
I woke up with a wobbly left heel,.
A knee that at times I could not feel?
Throughout the day I mustered no zeal!
At times I felt a little funereal!.
Again, sleep was not acquirable,
I felt tired, and Gawdawful,
Though it ended with a decent meal…
No concentration; I felt so angstful,
But, I can be indefatigable…
But not while life is so insurmountable!

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Night pouch contents changed colour?

Or it may be my use of the Kodak Camera?

Morning views…
Kitchen ahead.
Kitchen zoom in on the City Hospital.
Balcony end car park view.

Ablutions – Porcelain Throning.

Rubbish Bags Sorted.

First Mug of Glengettie Tea.

Asda, email with a list of shortages for today’s order.

Cheesy curls for the week.
Got stored away.
Well stocked?
Then sorted the nurses, carers, and delivery people treats.
Plenty of choices for them now.

Letters from EE, The EENT Clinic, & QMC.

Prepped the cooking for the nosh.
Shelled some pod peas, and added them to the rice and veg. Sea salt, and veg Oxo.
Tested them after adding a can of chunky veg soup
to the saucepan. I left the heavy-duty saucepan on low heat for a little longer.
 Blogged away for several more hours, forgetting about the veg cooking…
I rescues the gooey-sticky mess of food, but adding some concentrated Borschst and vinegar to the mix, and gave it a good stirring for a while as it reheated.

Carer Kara returned the laundry for me…
and kindly hung up the dressing gowns for me. ♥

I got the nosh served up…
And it tasted Grrreat!
Flavour-Rating: 9/10! Slurred, gobble, belch!

The last Carer Called; the night bag was attached, to the day bag. The taps & cooker were not checked, though. So I had to carry the night bag with me and my beloved to check on the taps (faucets) and cooker. I’m so glad I did, I’d left the small hob on from cooking the meal. Phew!

Sleep for once came easily. Off into the land of nod in noir time! Had a dream as I recall, I was back as a young whippersnapper, in Brookfield Place in the old Meadows area of Nottingham. I can’t recall too much, other than it was a happy nocturnal dream for once… I think!

Woke up early, and had to get up… a call from the made me get up, and I could not get back to sleep… Fancy that!

Sorry, there’s not much detail.


INCHY: Monday 7th August 2023 – Somewhat belatedly!

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I still find some pleasure in blogging,
But finding time is so testing & trying,
Tired as I am, there’s little time for sleeping…
With failing.
Work not saved being lost had me exprobrating!
The confusion was not easy extrapolating!.
Getting blogging done was foreboding…
I didn’t start it until mid-Tuesday morning!
had me fulgurating,
I made a WP Prompt, that was time-consuming,
Hope it has some readers outwardly laughing?
This blog will be short on detailing…
But at last, I’m doing it, less so much innervating,
Growing old and ailing is so inturbidating!

Night pouch.
About a 4 on the NHS Richter-Scale
The quantity was higher, though!

Waste bags.




Cleaning the hob.
Waste of time, that was.

Potatoes in the crock-pot.
Mug of tea number 1 @ 2 allowed.

Iceland Delivery...
Food, Glorious Food!
More Food, Glorious Food!

Early evening.


Later sunset!

Second mug of Glengettie!


Inchy: Sunday 6th August 2023 – Somewhat belatedly due to Liberty-Global-Virgin Media Constant Failures

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As midnight approached, and the…
Oligarchical smoke & mirrors, figure manipulating genius of failed yet again. I gave up! I turned on the TV; I didn’t care if I woke up or not for the 03:00hrs televised Ladies World Cup match then. Sure, I’d be asleep in minutes… But No! It was not to be. No , nor any of the kept me awake this time. But every time I drifted off into the land of Nod, I’d shoot awake with a helluva shock and jerk! 
I enjoyed watching the game. Not one of the best technically, but well fought by both sides. Norway did not play well at all. But credit to them, they never stopped trying all the same.

So, another night of for the handsome, young, fit, sprightly, cheerful, effervescent, Inchy…

The night bag I attached so late was quite full. That is a good sign!

For the first time in days, the legs looked a little blotchier?

To a snap of the balcony, and had to respond to the sudden need to utilise the .
For the first time in weeks, was in full control of this reluctant and painful evacuation.
I spent a good while on the crosswording, as I did my best to force things along… not very successful, but got there eventually. The cracks in the ceiling added up to 17 this morning.

Got a brew of Glengettie made, and checked with the notepads to remind me of last night’s events. I began to update the Saturday blog; but not for long, thanks to
For Sunday

Later Morning views.

Ten minutes or so later, the Oligarchs returned… Five minutes later…

Ten minutes later it returned.
Off for about 20 minutes this time.
I did some CorelDraw work.

Back, and off again within a minute of returning.

Pissed off with this!

Off to get the ablutions done and a carer arrived. Nice gal.
addicted struck again.

This time, after half an hour it had not returned! When it did after 40 minutes, I’d lost what bit of work I’d done cause I couldn’t save it.
Had to do it all again, in between many more failures from…
Work lost again! My hatred for the legerdomain,  couldn’t-care-less,  figure-distorting, smoke & mirrors, misleading, confusing & expert fact-blurring, led financial manipulators; plutocratically-operated con-artists at .
By the way, they couldn’t give a shit about their customers, even less about their crap internet is not being delivered!
They have shares or have invested in just about every internet company that there is! So if we can convince then we really are piss-off to get a better service elsewhere, the chances are they own or have a share in any company we might try! Leaving costs a small fortune!
Brilliant really! They probably have more finances available – at least, on their manipulated paper figures.

I blogged away for half an hour or so…

Back after a few minutes then off again…

Eleven minutes later it returned. It lasted for half an hour…


Late afternoon view!
Blimus!The internet hasn’t been down for twenty-five minutes!

Paperwork for Kara gathered together.

The second and last mug of tea was taken.

Carer Victor arrived.

Time to get some food prepared!
A decent effort this time.
Flavour Rating 8.7/10!

Evening Sky shots.
From different angles.
High in the sky, below.

In one word, the evening’s sleep was Crap!

Morning All!

Inchy: Saturday 5th August 2023 – Suffering from Mental Malnutrition!

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Thousands of new Student flats are being built by Nottingham City Council and Private companies. Cheap rental Flats, Council Flats. Many caravan sites just out of Nottingham. Discos, Night Clubs, Student Reduced bus fares, Local Mini Brewerys- Free Electric Scooters in the hundreds, Council Houses & Flats, and Hotels Galore, from £15 a night to £650. Muggers, pickpockets and Con-Personages are always available. As are a great variety of drugs; We advise you to get your heavy-duty drugs from the biggest gangs, a list available on request. If you are into CBD-Hemp, many private households have lofts full and fertilised. Very good value, as there are so many households on the dole, who will not be prosecuted for the electricity they by-pass from the neighbour’s meter; thus, you can be assured of a regular supply. If you should visit Nottingham in the rain or snow, you can locate these households cause the heat dries off the rain and melts the snow first before the other few houses’ roofs that are not growing weed in their loft. So, why not consider moving to Nottingham?
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I managed not to leave the hot water tap running last night adopted! However, I did leave the oven on a high setting after making the meal later on for three extra hours. Certainly warmed up the flat! I ate the terrible meal and fell asleep in the c1966, £300 charity shop bought, second-hand, wincingly grotty, beige coloured, not working, crumb-covered from the nocturnal nibblings, itch-making, uncomfortable, virus breeding, easy-to-fall-out-of, recliner.
Cock-up with the morning medications. Usually, I’d just take them and swallow them, but spotted what looked like a Warfarin in the pot, and remembered they are nighttime only.
I realised also that the tablet Finasteride, for reducing my prostate size so I might be able to see of my own accord through Little Inchie, is a morning one, but it didn’t look like them? I discovered a strip of Warfarin tablets was put back in the Finasteride box!
Well, at least I know why the DVT nurse, and then the Doctor had called me asking if I am taking the right doses, cause my IRN level was dangerously high – now I know why.
I put the Warfarin back in the Warfarin box. Confusing for the Carers with all the changes in dosages, and change of eye drops. Although, I have to put them in and on myself. I just ask that the Carers make sure I don’t forget to. I got a letter today from the EENT, telling me to make sure I put the Bethpa Gel in twice a day for certain, but not on the day of the operation. “Failure to do this may result in your operation being cancelled by the surgeon on the day”. The presence of Blepharitis increases the risk of infection.

What, me… Worried?

04:50hrs: Sleep was resistant again.
Removed the night pouch, initially with ease…
As I got up right after bending, two of my ailments had a go at me at the same time. and . I ended up falling backwards, onto the £300, second-hand, decrepit, Haemorrhoid Harold-testing, sleep-deterring, nauseatingly beige-coloured, not-working, recliner, with a hell-of-a-thud!

Within a minute or so, I whipped off the dressing gown and had my PPs down. Only to discover that Poor old , onto the Protection Pants, the new dressing gown and trickling down the back of my legs! I used the ready torn-off kitchen towelling to clean things up a bit. No Germoloiding yet, as my plan was to get an early ablutioning session and also needed the Porcelain Throne.
I wrapped the bloodied stuff and pants wrapped in a blue bag and put them in the waste bag. Then off to the wet room.
The saving I thought went well this morning, until I felt the chin and neck… Made a mess of it. Tsk!
Showering, and the blood started pouring again. It reminded me of that horror film, erm… can’t remember the name now. Had a good long clean up, and I enjoyed it too. Glad to say that soon stopped leaking.
Started to dry off, and I thought I heard someone knocking on the front door; went to check, but no one was there. Back in the wet room, I could not find the white towel I’d started to use? Nor my spectacles. Another of the mysteries of Woodthorpe Court, with the hobgoblins, spectres, gnomai, phantasms, ghosts, the grotesque succubae, extraterrestrials, ectoplasm, spirits, or the Fata Morganas, that have been sent to taunt, irritate and terminate my already limited saneness of mind? Where was the damned towel? I thought maybe I’d taken it with me to the door? Went to check, Nope!
When I got back again, I spotted the towel!
Well, without my glasses on, the towel sort of blended into the white of the WC. Haha! Which spurred on the need for the

My rear-end Whoopsiedangleplops was tended to first. Not bleeding now, but tender to touch or sit down for a while. Hehe! The ointment eased things considerably for me.
Areas attached to , knees, and around the privates’ department were well-smeared.
Little was painfully creamed. (It always is!)
The more delicate parts were Terbinafined!

The ears were Olive Oiled.
A quick splash of aftershave stopped the cuts from bleeding!

All done!

Shots from the balcony. A bit of drizzling.
This one was taken through the glass.

Methinks the front room needs tidying up?.
So, I did!

Back into the wet room to have another look for the missing long-distance spectacles.

The Carer arrived. (See Warfarin problem above)

Afternoon views. I’m sorry that this driver is not aware of what double-yellow lines mean?
Had some rain while I’ve mean busy making mistakes and errors on this blog. Mudslide growing?

I got on with the pod-pea-shelling.
Had a pee on the floor at the same time.
Actually, 11 of them. 3 are still AWOL!

I’ve been noting the Oligarchs failing on the notepad. Gone down again. It now stands at…

15 minutes later as the next Carer called…

Eventually got the last blog posted.

At 16:50, the caring considerate, compassionate, kind…

Got back online.
For 20 minutes, then…

Failed once again. Weekend innit?

Got the last of the eye treatments done… well, there is just one dose of the spray in each eye to do.

Then I got the nosh sorted out.
It looked okay, and smelt nice… but was
The potatoes were tasteless, with far too much garlic. The chunks were also bland and tough to chew!
Ruined the meal! But the peas were okayish.
The beetroot and tomatoes were grand tasting!
Flavour-Rating: 503/10!

After the last Carer calling…

I went to check on the cooler and taps being turned off,
This turned out to be a bad decision!
I had, what I consider to be one of my worst (Most Painful) ever, . I used so much bad language and got a sore throat afterwards! I’m only joking, I didn’t get a sore throat!) I did take this photographicalisation of the evening view, from the kitchenette window, though.

I was hoping to stay up to watch the lady’s Football Match in the morning. But I fell asleep in the computer chair, waking up to do more on the blog, but this…

Turned it off to watch the TV. I wondered if I’d wake up to watch the football?

More in Sunday’s exciting, incident-filled blog: Heroic deeds performed. Good Luck in abundance! Romance is in the air.
Health Improvements. No Shaving Cuts. No toe-stubbings!
Amazing Joy & Merriment. Contentment…
Oh, alright then…

Cheers mi-dears!

Inchy: Friday 4th August 2023 – Tap Left Running Again, Hot Waterless!

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Goodness Gracious Me!
I dislodged my humongous body from the clutches of the c1966, £300 pound, second-hand charity-shop bought, crumb-containing, odour-retaining, Harold’s Haemorrhoid-testing, nauseatingly beige coloured, non-working, virus-breeding recliner, giving up to the chances of ever returning. The rattling in my head from the consistent eased immediately. Phew!
I had planned to get the ablutions and shaving sorted first thing, with a stand-up bath so as not to disturb my neighbours with the noise from the shower… but…

Great balls of fire! pillock  ,
, I could spit! That’s the second night I’ve failed to check the taps and cooker, and lost all the hot water! Both me and the Carer, actually. NO HOT WATER to do the ablutions with. No way am I going to risk carrying hot water about again, after the last scoldings I gave myself, carrying it to the wet room for shaving with. At least it didn’t overflow.

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I rose around 02:00hrs and took off the night catheter bag from the .
I had a thirst for a mug o Glengettie tea come over me. This is when I found the hot water tap running cold as you like. Self-condemnation and hatred spouted from my mind and loins, I was annoyed with me! This was despite having a sign up in the hallway opposite the door, that Carer Richard had kindly done and stuck up on the airing cupboard door for me to use to remind myself and other carers. As I said earlier, thank heavens I’d not left the plug in the sink! Could have been a lot worserer, I suppose. Humph! I took these two terribly bad photos of the morning view from the kitchenette window. Then cleaned up the mess in the sink and draining board. I got the waste bags sorted ready, and went to get the computer on… always a nerve-shattering thing, hope that Liberty Global will, might, maybe it’ll work… But No! I should have known better than that, shouldn’t I?
It was not having the quick solutions to come back on this morning. In the end, I had to lose what bit of work I’d done on CorelDraw, WordPress and the Ode – Spit, Spit, Spit!
Turn everything off, DVD reader that’s not right… erm… SD Reader, keyboard, computer and the Liberty-Global thingummy whatsit box and leave things for a while, in the hope that it could come back on in ten minutes or so. I reset the router and hobbled off to respond to the needs of the .
shared a little control with again. Not a lot! The thing that puzzled me a smidgeon, was the three shades of brown in the two torpedoes? One of them was almost black. Still, it made a change.
I got my first mug of Glengettie made and enjoyed it. A lovely strong brew! Have way through gulping it down and chimed out as the Carer arrived for the first visit. It was the new gal, Marilyn or Maria I think her name is. Nice gal; we managed a few minutes of chin-wagging in between. Nice lady.

I pressed on with the blogging but kept feeling guilt and annoyance at having no water, so no shave. You bet your bottom dollar that tonight when the water has heated up, I’ll have nodded off, with me getting up so early in the morning.

This late afternoon, I managed to take two of the worst photos I’ve ever managed before!

Both pictures were set on the ‘Indoor Option’ on the Kodak.
Both, as you can see, came out weirdly reflective, if that’s the right word. I wonder what I did wrong this time?

Made the semi-prepared meal. The spuds were done in the slow cooker, halved and a splatter of BBQ sauce was applied. The fresh garden peas with a bit of mint in them were gorgeous!
The cheese pasties were done in the oven. The tomatoes were halved and liquid salt was added. Nice!
Flavour-Rating: 7.9/10.

Lips, faces, & a spear?


Inchy: Tuesday 1st August 2023

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What an expensive day!
The usual getting things wrong, forgotten about, dropped, lost, back-to-front, or the many dithering moments guaranteed another 24 hours of anosmia. With eyesight that put me in danger as it would get worse momentarily; Dangerous on my hobble to and from the Optician. Where, between them and the Ozan food store, I spent a small fortune!
Two costly eye medications bought, the Smoked Knuckle that I couldn’t resist, and cash to pay the Easy-Link from the thingy in the wall in Sherwood. I was out of the flat for about five hours, and returned having spent on the glasses, medications and shopping treats… over £320! The Bank Balance is at its lowest for years now! The eye is still bothering me and as I said, making me a bit nervous. The eye this morning, is even more painful after having the cream and spray put on last night.
A Fed-Upperedness-Lingers!
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Night Pouch.
NHS Scale 4

Sprayed the slippers.

Kitchen morning view.

Not sure why I took this one – or even meant to?
Rushed around getting things ready for the trip to the Opticians.
Carer Kara arrived. No eye drops were given. She said she will try to find out for me whether I should or not be using them still. ♥ Medications sorted.

Had a bash at doing the blog, but within ten minutes…

I set of with the I hoped all the things I needed in the three-wheeled-walker trolley. Old spectacle frames to have the new lens fitted into. My wristwatch, bus pass, mobile phone, the beloved Kodak camera, and some cash. I set off on the journey to the opticians. I went down in the lift and took this snap of the information board as I got out of the elevator.

I walked outside and down to the Winwood foyer. This was to escape the drizzle and high winds.
Took these snaps of the view from within the outer foyer.
Then as the time neared for the bus, out to the bus shelter.
Taking this snap of the traffic island outside the flats. The wind was blasting the weeds and plants all over.

Down into Sherwood, got off of the bus without any tumbles or falls this time. Up to the crossing, over the road and into the opticians. Where the three pretty young lady assistants pampered me a little… I loved that! They seem to have taken to me? Another mystery! I was helped with the trolley into the examination room. But on my going inside…
I felt the catheter pouch dropping… Dam It! After all that time preparing everything to go out, I’d not emptied the pouch! I cringed as I had to ask if there was anywhere I could empty it. The lady kindly took me through the back of the shop, through some narrow junk rooms; she even helped me get up the steps to the WC.
Back to the test room. It must have taken her well over an hour & a half with all the tests needed. The outcome was costly!
I needed an eye spray and Gel. The tears were drying far too quickly, and the grit-in-the-eye scenario needed the spray. I can’t recall how much they each were, but the total was £23! pound. And there was me, thinking it was my natural charismatic charm, humour, and good looks that were getting appreciated by the staff. Hahaha! It must have been three hours after arriving, I was freed, to get some cotton pad (Not wool) from Wilko. Who, of course, didn’t have any in stock. But I let the girls select a can of pop of their choice from the trolley before departing to Wilko’s.

I hobbled carefully down to the Ozan store.

I was foolishly tempted to buy more veg knuckles and a large potato. Got some cash from the machine outside as I left.
A danged expensive trip this one was!

Then a grinding hobble back up Winchester Street Hill.
I think the hobble earlier helped me cope with it easier this time.
Approaching the left turn to the flats, which was not in view yet.
Almost there…
These wildflowers caught my attention again, as the poor things were getting battered by the winds.

I got inside the flats and was commandeered by ILC (Independent Living Coordinators), Oberstgrüppenfuhreress, Warden and Primo Ballerina, Warden Deana & Generaloberstess, Ice skating champion florist and Warden Julie’s office. This is used as a holding cell and an interrogation room. Only joking!
A Prisoner’s… no, Tenant’s detail updating was done.
The new ailments had to be added. Har-Har!
This took a while.

Back to the flat.
Along the link passage from Winwood to Woodthorpe Court.
At the end, Near the swipe door…
A photo of the overgrown natural greenery!

Back up to the apartment.
The knuckle and the potato.
The potato was put in the oven on low heat.

Tried to catch up with yesterday’s blog.

Gave up, and checked on the potato in the oven; it needed a little longer. I sat in the £300, second-hand, most uncomfortable, decrepit, Haemorrhoid Harold-testing, micro-organism-microbe-bugged, easily-fallout able from, unfit-for-use, not working, recliner, and nodded off with being kind, as well as the giving me a break…
was kind as well… then as heavenly peace arrived… I think was beginning a peaceful dream with a HRH Petal-Lisa and me in a railway carriage, dining… somewhat
the landline burst into flashing mode.
I jerked awake, my glasses dropped of my head… I carefully (I thought) rose from the recliner; knocking off a bottle of spring water and the torch off of the ottoman… nearly lost my balance going the two paces nodded to get to the telephone, and responded with a pleasant, ‘Good Evening’ quote. It was the
, with the results of the blood test. My INR had gone up to 4.2 for some reason, so the new dosages were given to me. Struggling to hear what the receptionist was saying didn’t matter this time; it was easy to hear… one each night! I thanked her and nearly tripped over the bottle of spring water as I went to the carers table and change the dosage on the Meridian book cover. Collected the dropped items from my getting up, and got back down into the £300, second-hand, c1968, charity shop-bought, eyesore-horrendously grungy coloured, Harold Haemorrhoid-testing, easily-falloutable from, unfit-for-use, not working, recliner… but not for long… I got the nosh sorted and started to dine well.

Within about ten minutes the door chime chimed out its; tune.

It was Carer Chris coming for the last call of the day. Nice and early too, I was half asleep. He got the and on the eye; the gel application hurt a smidge as I recall after it was put on, but nothing too bad.
No painkillers were offered, and, as I found out in the morning, no night pouch was added to the day bag. I think the lad knew from earlier how tired I felt with the trip out. He was off quickly, telling me to get some sleep, bless him.

But it was not to be!
Again the raged. No peace, just reminders of past errors, mistakes and shameful moments, relentlessly. One incident from 1957 was thrown in this time. This is getting bad, I wonder if I can get any help with this problem?
Has anyone mentioned it to Rishi Sunak, yet? Hahaha!

Still, I’m eating well!

Oh, just found this photo that I missed off!