The Nottingham Lads True Tales of Woe

Inchcock Today: Monday 17th October 2022

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Around about 07:30hrs, chiming out woke me up in a somewhat confused state… Nay, a perplexed state! Although this was obviously not as bad as that was! Not since the stroke day have I felt worse on waking up. 
It took me a while to work out just what was happening. Was I dreaming again? Had I lost the evening to whiles? I then realised it was morning and not evening. (I’m quick sometimes, you know!) I worked out that whoever the Carer was had not come in – so I had not unlocked the door. (After a minute or so of Sherlockian investigating) The rude awakening and the confused mind left me in a fantod state of mind.
I struggled as fast as I could to get the door unlocked. Ad I hope hoped, it was who was there. Once I began to tell him of what I’m not sure: presumably of last night’s farce when I was sure it was morning. The why and how I believed it was in the was evening and not morning now… Everything I was saying was confusing, even to me. I think I was also forgetting what I was saying all the time.
So, no reports on Richards’s visit to give you many details about it. Not that I felt in the slightest bit unwell or poorly, mind you. Just in a bemused, perplexed, mind-going-around-in-circles, sort of in a chaotic, jumbled world of its own, with me chasing after it! 
However, to whatever happened as I was walking Richard to the door. Life, understanding and acknowledgement of the things around me returned began to return to me. No recollection of taking the medications, but I just know that I was waffling on to poor Richard and losing what I was saying seconds later. But by then, I’d be on another subject, and I wanted to keep on that before I lost track of that topic. I think…
I hope to formulate a message to tell the Doctor tomorrow when she rings me. That is understandable to her. Although it’s not so to me, I must tell her what happened?
Aha! I’ve just found the memory note, and it mentions Carer Richard. (Not a lot on the pad, though; proof that my concentration is still insufficient!).
As best I can decipher the notes, it says: “Richard… I talked gibberish. Vague ___?___. But report? Seeing Richard off.” That’s all? This was written about 9½hrs ago, so not surprising that I can’t work out the missing or unreadable wordings for the life of me. Humph!

Off to the kitchen to make a brew of Co-op 99 tea. Then, just after adding the water, The was needed.
I sat there, once again, waiting for the evacuation to begin. I even sang, Begin the Begin to myself. Artie Shaw’s 1939 version, of course. Counted the cracks in the ceiling and wet room wall. I may have nodded off for a while as well.
When the torpedo started its slow, grindingly painful journey to freedom, it woke me up with a shog and captured my full attention! The relief was phenomenal! It must have been a two-minute spell while the escaping product travelled out before it hit the water. 
bled only the tiniest amount, but they stung like the devil! Germoloid ointment came to the rescue! Olive oiled the ears. And then I touched up MedPhorpainknee with a good dose and rubbed in plenty of the Phorpain Gel.
Hobbled back to the kitchenette.
To the now stone-cold mug of 99 tea! . Well, I made another, keeping all calm, as id my want and very nature.
As I poured the water into the mug, I espied something floating on top? Obviously, the kettle needed descaling. No Sherlockian Investigations were required here.

I decided I’d do it straight away, as I knew where the last packet of descaling powder was, in the old cutlery drawer! But no!
 It wasn’t in there! The search to find the packet must have taken me at least an hour! It had fallen down the back of the drawer into the cupboard below.
Now I was all the more determined, resolved to get the kettle de-furred! I got the spy-glass to read and rewrote the instruction on some paper, nice and large, so I could not get them wrong.
Then got them wrong! I think. I couldn’t check because I’d unthinkingly torn up the carton the sachet came after I’d added it to the kettle! I thought it said Leave it in hot water in the kettle for ten minutes. Which I did, and I timed it to spot on. Rinsed was advised, boiled again and emptied.

Kicked off and got a reply post-haste. I’ve got this returning his bangs to a tee using the Wooden Walter stick! He did many knockings late on, but they were barely discernable. Thanks, Herbert!

I got an email from Asda telling me there were some lines (6) unavailable, and some substitutes had been made. A link to amend the order was pressed. I proceeded to get myself into the right mess. I could not find a way to cancel the substitutions. I’m not sure what I did wrong, but when I clicked amend the order, I’d spent £15 more than the original order was! ! and joined forces in a sudden pain attack. !

When I made the mug of Thompson’s Punjana tea, I thought I could see things floating about in the kettle? Oh, .

Jodie arrived to see me. We had a laugh and a natter about things.
She reminded me about the spoons to get for the Pentax. And watched while I put it on the Calendar.
Then asked me if I had booked an EasyLink lift for the Tuesday visit to the chemist. Thanks to , I had no idea whether I had or not. Jodie offered to ring Deana in the morning to confirm for me. ♥ I gave her the last ‘Smoked’ Coke from the fridge, an extra one; thanks for helping me.

Carried on with blogging while having ‘Heartbeat’ on the TV. You’ll never believe it, but:


Then, the chips were in the oven with the smoked BBQ rice and the peas left in the saucepan. I’m feeling hungry for the first time in a while this Monday night.
Oh… I found this photo on the SD card. Not the foggiest idea about it?

Got the belated checks done.

At last, I got some late-evening fodder cooked. It went down a treat! I ate it slowly, savouring every fork and spoonful! I masticated each one more than usual… by gum, this was one of the best meals I’d done for myself for ages!

A genuinely worthy, tasty meal that deserved a Flavour-Rating of 9.4/10!
As you can see here in the photo of the finished meal, all that was left was a few grains of rice.
Had let me see them with the naked eye, I’d have gobbled them up as well!

Washed, changed and settled in search of some rest and peace in the arms of . But, with and both kicking off the moment I settled, never stood a chance!

As I lay there for hours, unable to sleep, my IQ warned me, ‘There’s worse to come tomorrow!’

Inchcock Today: Sunday 16th October 2022

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As Bob Monkhouse used to say in the ‘Golden Shot’ – up a bit!

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Taken from the balcony.

Prepping Josie’s nosh.

Carer Rihanna called.♥.

Hours updating blog. Kept nipping to check on Josie’s bean chillies cooking in the kitchenette.

Final tasting and titivating session.
I think I made the potato cubes too big.
They were not cooked at the same time as the
other ingredients. So I had to give them a further
fifteen minutes. Then stirred, tested and added the
soya bacon bits to marinate and to give it a flavour as
Josie likes. I forgot to take a photo of the meal.
Cragknangles!

Josie pointed out that I was three minutes late in delivering the
meal. With a smile on her face! Hehehe!
Then she gave me three bananas in thanks for the meal.
I thanked her.
The fruit was a bit battered about and bruised inside.
No problem with that; I bet a pound to a penny she
bought them days ago and either tried to give them to me
when I was out at the chemist or diabetes course, and she
forgot all about them! I have great sympathy with my
fellow / fellowesses who suffer from Dementia.
Memory-Blanks, and Mind-Confusions. That’s me
all over. Hehe! Lovely of Josie to try. ♥

Josie!

Late afternoon, as I was making a mug of
Glengettie tea, I spotted actually heard a dog that
was barking; 12-floors down, outside, and through the open
kitchen window. I had a look down in the bottom field.
The couple’s little black dog caught my attention.
She or he was barking madly, but with glee, as
they threw, and the tail-wagging puppy was tireless in
chasing and returning the ball.
The tiny dog got partly lost in the long grass in the picture.

Rihanna arrived. Sorted the medications,
and we had a little natter & laugh. ♥

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SETTLED DOWN TO EAT MY NOSH!

I’d just taken this photo and sat down with the tray on my knee
to tuck into it and chimed out.
Aha, my favourite gal in the block had been. She’s left a bag
of home-grown tomatoes for me on the floor outside the
door; Bless Her Cotton Socks! ♥
Believe me, these are the best-tasting tomatoes I’ve ever had!
I swiftly slices some up and added them to my plate!
Back down in the c1968 recliner, and the landline rang.
It was Jenny saying these gorgeous tomatoes were definitely
the last of the season. I thanked her profusely.
How kind of her! I’d got bits for her and Frank and Nora, I
must take them to her tomorrow. Just look at this photo of
 fruits I took later. Superb flavour!
Bootiful!
It mattered not that the meal had gone cold while I was faffing
about. Just having these tomatoes on the plate was
enough for me to give it an 8.2/10 Taste-Rating!

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I put the tray on the Carers table, and I drifted off into what I thought
had been hours of deep sleep. But, no! Shone the torch on the clock
and went into semi mode! It was 07:45hrs!
(Well, I thought it was at the time). The Carer is overdue… I’ve not had a
wash-up… alright if it’s going to be Richard, but he is not forced
to be the one to come… Then I got up and went to do the washing
up of the pots and get the kettle on. Taking these photographs of what I foolishly thought were early morning views…

The first one came out really well, selecting the Night View Mode on the Lumix Camera, for all of these efforts. I was gratified with the first try

In the second and third pictures that were taken. How can I say this?
Erm… Were they both rubbish?
Mind you, as modern art changes, modern photography might?

Maybe a pile of bricks buying Tate Gallery might show an interest in these failures? What do you think I could charge them? 50p each; Too much?

In this mode of shooting, I only needed to keep the Lumix dead-still
for three-seconds.
As you can see, if either
or

Decide to have a go; there’s no chance of a decent photo being produced! Even if
starts, she can shake
the whole torso with her blasts, stabs and pains.
However, the last try went a little better.

The penny dropped then.
It was not morning at all. And I worked out that I’d only been asleep for about two hours at the most; It was still evening! My already confused mind almost burst out of the skull – well, it felt like it was trying to!
I felt such a fool!

So, I got on with updating this blog.
23:00hrs; I thought I’d get the day late, shave, get the teggies done,
medicationalisationings and stand-up wash.
It’s too late to use the shower.
I’ll be back in a bit if I don’t fall asleep shaving. Tsk!

Monday Morning Updating:
Well, the stand-up wash went fairly well. No gums bleeding. No
teeth breaking. Nor , or the involuntary dance routines,
, ,
 either. So the was just the one. And the
Went along; not too bad at all.

I got the night attire adorned and clambered into the second-hand, £300, charity shop bought, crumb-retaining, microorganism-microbe producing, grungy, moth-eaten, beige-coloured, non-working, incommodious, Haemorrhoid Harold testing, c1968 recliner, in search and hopes of finding
and joining . But No!
So, I got a Sherlock Holmes TV DVD on and watched two episodes
without any danger of my falling asleep. I think I was onto the third
when I drifted off. Better late than never!

NEMO MORTALIUM OMNIBUS HORIS SAPIT

Inchcock: Saturday 15th October 2022

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I was up out of the second-hand, £300, charity shop bought, crumb-retaining, microorganism-microbe producing, gungy, moth-eaten, beige-coloured, non-working, incommodious, Haemorrhoid Harold testing, c1968 recliner on my feet, by 03:30hrs.
But the mind was so confused. I could remember the night before how well I felt in body and mind as well. It was as if a different person had woken up? Paramount in my head was being so far behind with my blogging. And apart from when the Carers called, I spent the next 16 hours trying to get caught up with it. But, it was a failed mission I’d given myself. Mainly due to my making cock-up after cock-up with trying to rush the job.
and made (that I know of, at least).

① Using CorelDraw to put some word info re the Ode. The CorelDawr progamme froze. I had to lose the progress I’d made. Turn the computer off, also losing the Ode I’d just written!
② Rebooted the computer, and some autosaved was available for the last used page. Opened it, and there were some bits of use on it. Then I had to save this one in a new name. Then find and delete the old one.
③ Then I got the Health Checks done. Copied the results on the NHS site and saved some graphics I could use to make up the finished product. But, No! The dam blasted Liberty-Global Virgin Media went down in the middle of it! How I hate that man, know-all Fries! Considering the salary he gets, he can’t even get his internet to work!
⑤ I had to wait for ages for the signal to return, then it was so slow!
⑥ I’d forgotten where I was when it came back on!
⑦ I made even more mistakes by getting all agitated and hateful of Fries.
⑧ Then, in the middle of mind-blank trying to sort things out, The kicked of with his tap-tapping and knock-knocking!
⑨ I’m afraid this was too much for me… Every knock he gave was returned by my trying to copy the noise with my Wooden-Wally Walking Stick against the top of the high bookcase. I’m not proud of this – but at the time, I even shouted out as loud as I could, “You Noisy *astard!” He gave me some more hassle later – which got the same response – but not the naughty language.

Not the best start to a day at all!

That’s all apart from the few things below that were not involved with getting on with the blog and making even more errors in it. I was fixated on getting it caught up with.

Genuinely worried about my lack of concern at the same time. As I said, it was like someone else ruling my mind.
At around 2150hrs, I still hadn’t done any ablutions or even changed out of my jammie bottoms. What’s going off

Here is a quick rundown of the day’s non-blogging events;

Carer Sam arrived. Can’t recall too much of it, but I’m sure I must have mentioned how I felt. Had a Snowball as a treat in thanks. ♥

I got the finished eventually.

The days’ events took the shine off of the results. I was actually down in the amber!!!

Checks were done on the taps and fridge/freezer doors. Heaters and stove not being left on.

The late morning mist was lingering a little.
I took these snaps of the view that seemed to look more like an artist’s watercolour effort than a photograph to me.

.Aha, sa trip to the Porcelain Throne was called for. After eight bloodless evacuations, it had to happen. Especially today… let’s cram some other Accifauxpas on the lad. ‘Humph!’
More blood from poor old than for ages. An almost grey-coloured torpedo slowly, bloodily and painfully escaped.

Many hours later, when I got around to putting the above snaps on, I found this photo on the SD card. I reckon I must have taken it when setting the Lumix before taking the two earlier photographs. An unintentional selfie of decent quality?

Then I also discovered the one below, of the car parking on Chestnut Way.
I can’t recall taking this one at the moment, though?.

Evening Carer Charley arrived, her usual cheery self.
I was getting the stuff out for a meal… this was at 19:05hrs. We had a natter and laugh for a minute when she’d done the medications giving. Cheeky-Charley selected a can of WooWoo and a choccy bar in thanks. ♥

At long last, around 2I:40hrs, I got the chilli meal sorted.
Chilli, beans send 7- Roast smoked vegetable sauce added, and a pot of instant mash. Two out-of-the-oven part-baked rolls that went down well; and helped me to mop up the delicious, if a bit strong for me, chilli.
Sweet Morpheus was resistant again. Cragknangles!
TTFN all.

Inchcock: Thursday 13th October 2022

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06:00hrs: I woke my better-than-nothing four-hour kip. I waited for my brain to kick into gear, but it didn’t. So, in a sort of auto-mode, I decided to get the ablutioning done. I thought it best, in case the Carer arrived early.

But, No! , by the time I’d risen, the driven brain had started and decided I’d do the first after all.

I must admit that there was a little agitation brewing at this course of actioning change! Why? How? I was certain I was going to get sphygmomanometerisationing done. But somehow or other ended up getting the clothes ready, and yet I still drifted into the wet room? I still hadn’t really grasped what I was doing until I was lathering up for a shave. It was so unreal. Had done the Health Checks and had a memory blank? No, no… it was at her worst, toying with me.
So, I stopped shaving; and got back into the front room. This time I did set about sphygmomanometerisationing. It took me ages to get them done, then the graphics, and then I totally forgot about doing the ablutions?
This is not easy for me to relate to.

I got puzzled at first at the grading the NHS site gave for Blood Pressure. I had two results in the Green, so expected to overall at least be in the amber this time. Again, No! I ended up deeper in the Hypertension 1+ area than yesterday! Erm?
Then, the body temperature, which has been so good, I thought lately, had tumbled down into the Low-Red area. I think I’ll just print them off and not bother fretting over whatever the results are in future. I imagine the arithmophobia is partly the reason things do not seem right to me. Ah, I think I may have got the numbers mixed up?

After a while, I went to make a brew of Thompson’s Punjana tea… but ended up making a mug of Co-op 99. I know this is not earth-shattering, but it’s indicative of my state of mind this morning.
I’m trying to find the words for this. ‘Puddled’ comes to mind.

I took these shots of the view from the kitchenette window.

Then, I remembered the needed to be done.
Back to the wet room, and the need for the arose. Down on the plastic seat, and as it has been for a few days now, Constipation Conrad ruled. No torpedo today, though. After what felt like an hour of pushing and hurting in an effort to start the evacuation, suddenly, the pain eased, followed by a series of plopping into water-sounds. Haha! This time, there was some bleeding from .
I restarted the shaving that I stopped many hours ago. Just the two tiny . Had another stand-up session and no showering.

  Arrived later than usual. Well, it’s not unusual on the last day of his shift. I got that wrong! is toying with me today. Richard was yawning a little, but far less than last Thursday (He didn’t come last Thursday!) We had a chinwag, and he sorted out the Covid booster for me. He’s a good lad.

WordPress Comments. Esther arrived. Updated Wed blog. Jenny called to see how I was. CorelDraw to make graphs as needed.

Deana called to say the EasyLink lift was arranged for 10:20hrs in the morning. I mentioned the Covid Booster, and we worked out which one to go to would be best. She tried to get it at Riverside tomorrow, but she had no free time near that. She then got it booked at Carrington Pharmacy for Thursday 18th, at 10:45hrs. She’ll try her best to book a lift there with EasyLink for me.

Belatedly I got onto Pinteresting. Made a meal (took a photo of it, but I left the SD card in the computer – Spit!
Carer Sinead arrived, always social event and laugh.

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Inchcock: Tuesday 11th October 2022

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35:30hrs: I gave up trying to get any sleep. Disentangled my blubbery body from the c1968, £300 pound, second-hand charity-shop bought, crumb-containing, odour-retaining, Haemorrhoid-testing, nauseatingly beige coloured, non-working, virus-breeding recliner.
Off to the wet room for a wee-wee, initially, but it turned out to be, yet again, a long, drawn-out session.
I’d got the wrong glasses on, so there was no counting the cracks in the ceiling tiles this morning.
A proper, painful one, dead on the flipping right foot’s . Argh-Ugglethump!
It’s now 6½hrs later, and it’s still tender. Humph!

Arrived, and he seemed in decent spirits, although his yawning and talking had returned. Odds are the lad will be well-knackered by tomorrow! We had a little chin-wag after he’s done the medications. He shot off smartly, bidding me farewell, taking the black bag to the chute.

Started earlier with his clumping and tapping. ON and off all say. (As of 13:30hrs)

Lap-Top Dancer Warden Deana to the rescue again!

I rang ILC (Independent Living Coordinator). Obergruppenfhüreress and Lap-Top Dancer/Desk-top dancer Warden Deans. I’ve been trying many times on Monday to catch her. But the gal is so hectically busy, I don’t know how she manages with all of the tenants needing help. I got through this time; her tone of voice immediately indicated she was up to the neck in it again to me. Bless her; she’s an important meeting to get through today; if she gets free in time, she’ll try to get to me. I did mention the Easy-Link booking for Friday and the new times and that I needed help with filling in a form that I just cannot read; the print is that small. Still, there are a few things of the miniature size I’ve had to live with. Hahaha! Hard to believe, but I forgot to ask her to ring the Doctor’s for me. To book an appointment or talk to the Doctor on the phone (which is most likely nowadays). Of course, they often cancel or move the day and timing,

I took this snap from the kitchen window.

And the Asda order arrived…
Grated Leicester cheese, potato Rosti, fresh leeks and spuds, and another bag of just leeks. Then:

I ordered some more of the take-your-breath-away and burn-your-tonsils Salt & Pepper chips – my mistake! The sliced spuds looked okay. A can of chilli con carnie for Josie’s on Sunday, and a Mexican bean chilli for me, which I may regret when I have it. Hehehe!
Naughty mini-packets of Jacobs Leicester Cheese and BBQ flavour.

.Minutes afterwards, the Amazon man cometh.
Bearing two boxes of goodies.
The bacon-flavoured bits. To go in the rice of chilis.
And the Duracell hearing-aid batteries. The sticky tabs on these made it a breeze to fit them into the aids. They cost a lot more but are worth it.

Then as I was getting the hearing aids in, along came ILC (Independent Living Coordinator), Oberstgrüppenfuhreress, Warden and Primo Ballerina, Warden Deana. She looked a little stressed. But I soon had leer smiling and laughing. She filled in the questionnaire for me and said she’d post it as well, bless her cotton socks. Then she called the Doctor for me to make a telephone appointment. I got one for Tuesday the 18th of October: in a week’s time. So, another week of agony with Anne Gyna to put up with. If it starts getting any worse, I may phone 111 and ask for advice.
Deana told me she had arranged for the lift to the Diabetes meeting for Friday at 10:30hrs, returning at 13:30hrs. She is good to me! ♥ I gave her the spice potatoes and the bag of prepared leeks. And a jar of the Dolmio 7-Vegetable sauce to have with the vegetables. Tickled-pink with them, she was.

Off she trotted, and within minutes, I was tackled pink – I’d got into the WordPress Reader at last! So I dived in for a good read of the other folks’ blogs I’d missed so much. Dozens of them to get through, but I like it!

A mug of tea, and I got something to eat. Just as started to kick off again… Grrr!

For the Asda (Walmart) Parmentier potatoes, I had to cut some of the larger pieces so that they all cooked at the same time. The veggie-burger I could fo in the microwave while I got the potatoes out and 7-roasted-veg sauce added; the mini-burger takes just a minute.+
I got the spuds in the oven. I had 25-minutes while they cooked. Do put the TV on and got sat down: This could have proved fatal meal-wise!

Waking up with a jerk and jumped 40 minutes later, and could smell the aroma of the sauce in this room! I suppose there was a mini adopted. The brain was talking to me, anticipating a burnt offering in the oven, and a slight annoyance at myself…

But things turned out great. I must remember this next time I get some of these spuds from Asda. Give them 40-minutes to cook, not the recommended 35-minutes on the label.
They were delicious! Taste-Rating: 9/10!

Arrived, the poor gal was in pain in both of her thighs. Sam’s Doctor told her to take Paracetamols. We had a natter about the shop prices etc., telling her of my idiocy in ordering the Salt & Pepper chips from Asda. Sam selected a thank you drinkie, and she took the waste bag out when she left. ♥

22:00hrs: The unloquacious, haughty, pompous, pretentious, uppity, snobby, toploftical, smug, stuck-up, bloody-noisy neighbour in the flat above started banging about again! After four of his bangs were replied with Wooden Wally Walking-Stick on the top of the high bookcase, he stopped. Hurrah!

But of course, I was expecting him to start again, so getting to sleep was out of the question, yet again. And the management of Nottingham City Homes will not hear a word against him!

“He is a wonderful man, makes steam models for charity! “The fact that he stops me from getting to sleep didn’t come into the equation!”

Huh!

Inchcock: Friday 7th October 2022

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06:20hrs: I rose from the depths of the £300, second-hand, c1968, charity shop-bought, eyesorely-horrendously grungy coloured, Harold Haemorrhoid-testing, easily-falloutable from, unfit-for-use, not working, recliner. Off to the kitchen to get the kettle on.

I got the kettle on, and I took this photograph of the morning view with the blue hue from the kitchen window. A bit cold when I opened the window. Brrr!

I got the brew made and took another shot from the balcony right glass of the end car park.

I then took a picture of the tree copse.
This one and all the others I tried to take never made it to the SD card! This depressed me greatly! But it’s happened before with the Lumix, and sometimes it just works again later. Although, this time, it hasn’t yet.

Aha! Jodie arrived. This cheered me up a smidgeon. Got the meds sorted, and we had a little natter. But, as I was listening to her… suddenly kicked off a gain! Dangwongles! That’s about four days on the trot of her input on the pains stakes now. And she kept on giving it to me for hours longer.

I bade Jodie farewell, and was attacked by Anne Gyna, felt wee’d off about the Lumix not working, and I fear to say, felt . After yesterday being such a good day for me, I should have expected to get bothered today.

The concentration on the computer was non-existent. I spent hours finishing the Thursday blog, the more on starting this one. The brain was not in good form, with mistakes, errors, and wrong corrections over the following hours!

I had to take a break, so I got around to doing the .

The resulting figures did not cheer me up in the slightest. Back up to the Hypertension Red-2 level again.

And Anne Gyna was having a hay day with my chest area. I took an extra painkiller and Beta-blocker. I don’t like taking extra pills, and I’ve been taking some this week. Mainly due to Anne Gyna being so bad.

No camera to use! Pains in my chest, and still, I was struggling to get things done on the computer.
Luckily the America Health site had graphs of a BP machine but doesn’t show the pulse as the NHS site does. Gawd is bad!

As if he knew how poorly I felt, started banging away in the flat above. He kept it up on and off, all day and into the evening!
There’s not going to be much more from this diary, folks. I’m going to get sat down, take another painkiller, and really hope I can get some sleep in. I’ll see how it goes. I’ll try to get something to eat before settling.

Tried to sleep for an hour or two, but Sweet Morpheus wasn’t having it. On with making a meal, it seems the hunger has returned. 

I opted to do some ‘cook-in-the-bag’ boiling water rice, And amazingly the Lumix was working again. Baffled!

I chopped up some tomatoes, yellow and red. A touch of the hidden chef in me was coming out?

Put some delightful-tasting tomato & basil sauce in the little saucepan, with the last of the 7-Veg sauce added. Then I heated it gently, stirring in regularly.

At this tag, I checked on the camera to ensure these photos were making it onto the SD card… and by Jimminee, they had!

Fifteen minutes later and I got the whole mixture into the little bowl.
Poured a little BBQ sauce in with it, and stirred it up well.

Not as tasty as if I had used all 7-veg sauce with its peppers, but I still enjoyed it, even with giving me some stick! A flavour rating of 8.5 was given.

I got back to the £300 second-hand, musty, Haemorrhoid Harold Testing, cringingly beige, crumb-covered, not-working, rickety recliner. Got my feet up on the swivel chair (the recliner is still not working!), And put the TV on to watch ‘Heartbeat’. Going to stay up late tonight to catch the England Ladies’ match against America, which follows ‘Heartbeat’.

Burst out, and in came the , Sam. We had a laugh and natter for a while after she’d sorted the medications for me. Took the waste bag with her, and I locked the door as she departed.

I’d nattered on a bit and lost the plot of the ‘Heartbeat’ storyline. A rarity indeed, me losing track of anything, innit?

I gave it up, and I went to the kitchenette to do the checks.
I’d left the blasted hot water tap (faucet) running again! Grungleturds! At that moment, my kicked off once more. I did take another Codeine, then.

I went back to the recliner, took the tablet, swore under my breath, and would you believe it… , started his banging about again! What made it worse was that I’d turned off the sound on the TV, so as not to bother anyone! There were subtitles on, not that was letting me read them very easily, if at all at times.
The unneighbourly, superior-natured, snotty Herbert making his noise so late (for me), really got to me. I just had t get up and hit the top of the high bookcase each and every time he made a noise. Thankfully, he only did it about eight more times, and getting up so often to reply to his morse-code noises, just about wore me out! Hahaha!
The football match, I did enjoy. England winning is a rarity in football, thank heavens for the Lady’s team! I suppose to be fair, England was a smidge lucky to win. They got a penalty appeal turned down and got a penalty goal. And to be fair, an equitable score would have been a draw. From what I saw. But I was tickled pink for them! Only a friendly match though. Both sides used so many substitutes I lost track again towards the end.

I was certain I’d nod off within minutes after shutting down the TV. But, No! between ‘s obstinacy, and ‘s stabbing pains, it must have taken me hours to nod off. Humph!

Inchcock: Wednesday 5th October 2022

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Yet another not-nice night of nodding and jumping awake minutes later – repeatedly! At 03:25hrs, I got up from the semi-comfort of the £300, used, second-hand shop bought nine years ago, c1966, discomfiting, alarmingly Karki-beige coloured, crumb-containing, TV remote hiding, not working recliner, for a wee-wee. And, after several minutes of waiting for the to stop. I gave up any silly ideas of getting back to sleep, knowing full well that I would be jerked back into reality within a few minutes.

I got the computer on, then went to make a brew of tea.
The early morning view was most pretty, so I fetched the Lumix to take a photograph of it. I went back to the computer to collect the camera, back to the kitchen and took this picture on the left, and realised that the toes and feet felt a lot easier this morning. Good!
or were making it hard for me to see. Made the brew, got the mug of tea made safely, and returned to the computer carefully with it. I gave myself a stubbing on the right big toe against the Ottoman corner of the Ottoman on my way back. Spilt some tea that found its way somehow on the clean jumper I’d put on, my left knee and the right foot sock, and the carpet! 
There was no swearing or cursing.

The rain started again.

I then proceeded quite professionally to get myself into a proper pickle with the updating of the Tuesday blog. I did get uptight about that. I think the odds are that with having made so many mistakes in correcting and formatting, I think I may well have forgotten to move some writing that I put in the wrong place and had to move – one of them was possibly corrected and put in another wrong position. I don’t really want to check it again…

I started sorting out the template for this blog, and I was so disappointed when started to kick off so early in the day. Especially after she was not too bad yesterday.
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Surprisingly arrived. He seemed in good spirits too! I was flabbergasted to see him; I thought he was off work ill! He said they changed his rota for yesterday. So glad to see him looking perkier too! No yawing, either.
We had a natter and a moan after he’s done the alarm wristlet check and got the medications given. Then, Richard explained why the Goose Fair burgers were so high in price – he said they were ginormous! Nice to see him so unexpectedly. It cheered me up. I gave Rich his bag of teats from yesterday. He pointed out how little I had in the fridge.

I spent hours trying to get started on this blog. But it was hard-slog cause the concentration had crumbled again, and the eyes made it an error-ridden effort.

I made an order for Iceland on Saturday. Then one for Morrisons through Amazon, which reminded me I’ve got the belts coming from them today. But the estimated time was late; 17:00 > 21:00hrs.

Bloody Marvellous!

I was getting the details of the food orders on Calendar when it went down…

Got a message come telling me that TODAYS Morrison order is on its way!

Couldn’t check anything at Mr incompetent-overpaid Liberty-Global Virgin Media Fries net was down again… ☠

Then I got a phone call from Easy-Link to confirm times for the bus in the morning and kindly add that they will return to pick me up from the Doctor’s to lift me home to the flats at 09:40hrs.

Then I got a call from the DVT Clinic changing the Warfarin doses…

I changed the Warfarin list on the Carers folder.

I am now completely confused. I’m not really surprised about this!

Just to cheer me up, the rain started again!

Aha! The Liberty-Global Virgin Media Internet came back on.
But talk about slow! Never known it so slow as this, then…

The $23.6 million a year salaried, plus bonuses and an unlimited expense account genius and number-cruncher, Mr Fries, who has no clue as to customer service or even how to run an internet service without it going down several times a day, went down again!

Now I’m worried about the belts arriving, and the for tomorrow but coming today (most likely my fault though, I’ll put money on it!), Morrison Delivery, and all are due to arrive at the same time as the evening Carer!

Blobber hobble-grobble, plunk tiddlywinks doo-da, Criclebunkwood toad-stools! Losing it? Me? Yes!

Now all I need to do is not hear the intercom when they arrive; if they arrive – Oh, dear, sorry I said that! Well, fancy that, the rains falling again. Argh!!! Got to do something important? Or, I think I have forgotten something… Oh dearie me! I’ve all het up with everything happening at the same time, so there must be a decent chance that I’ve misheard or misunderstood something?

The Amazon Morrison order arrived
Got the goods put away. Josie rang the chime to give me some gigantic bananas. I’ve asked her not to gift me food I cannot eat so many times, bless her. The diabetes course has told me motto eat bananas, but I do have them when I can get mini-ones.
These ones must have been a foot long!

The belts from Amazon arrived. Two fit, just. The third I can gift to Carer Richard in the morning.

Carers Shannon and Sam arrived, both in good spirits.

Took these shots of the sunset period and then got the ablutions done.

It was not a good session.

Five little dicks shaving.


Bleeding away.


Gave me a few good shakings!

Cut gums teeth cleaning.


A session of agony, bleeding, and extreme effort was needed on my behalf to force the evacuating product to start its journey to freedom and the Nottingham sewers!

Vicious!

The battle with Glenda left me with a bruised toe and finger. Humph!

Bedded down. Shattered Mentally!

Worra Day!

Sunday 2nd October 2022

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06:05hrs: I been laying there wondering what it was that was different as I stirred back into imitation life. Then, it clicked! I’d had at least six hours of sleep! Still a deficit overall, but so much better than the night before, with a total of Zero-Hours! Then as I moved my limbs, something else was not normal… There was no pain whatever coming from ! Well, this is a good start, I thought. But refused to go into a smug mode. I’d not gotten up yet, or checked for any Whoopsiedangleplops from last night. Like taps running, stove left on, fridge door or window left open, etc. So, after doing the balance exercises, which went well, I grabbed Metal-Micky, and we looked around. No signs of nocturnal wanderings, tap off, oven off, window shut… Mmm?

I decided to get Josie’s Sunday meal prepped. I’m using the black bean in chilli sauce I got from Bulwell in the rain storm on Friday in it today.
Sliced some tomatoes and chestnut mushrooms, nice and small, how Josie likes them. Then added the 7-vegetable sauce in chilli to it. Put the mince in it, and make some chilli gravy using the smoked chilli seasoning. Later, I added a can of mixed vegetables and some liquid salt.
Made a brew of Thomson’s Punjana tea, and I started on the template for today’s blog.

Jozeph arrived. I’d not seen him for a while. He explained he’d been off work with Covid! And he said he’d had three shots and four booster shots. Doesn’t give you much confidence, does it? I’ve not had a booster at all yet. The Carer gave me a test the other week, and I was clear then. We got the medications sorted, and he had a little natter. He’s got an extra patient to go to. He took the waste bag with him as he departed with a drinkie and a nibble in thanks.

I went to check on the chilli stew, or whatever you call it.
Got all the ingredients into one saucepan and left it on low heat after a good stirring.

Then, I decided to get them done.
I got the Boot’s Sphygmomanometer, manufactured by ZDEAC (Zhongshan Daguan Electrical Appliance Company Ltd) in Guangdong, China.

The was needed, and urgently, so much so, I feared, “I’m never going to get there in time!

I rushed so much to the wet room; the toes were really hurting again, so much. Down on the seat, the action flowed, no pain, no bleeding, but a little messy – Thank heavens there were no leaks, or it would have left me with a right mess to clean up. I allowed myself a Smug-Mode moment this time.

SYS 154, DIA 89 (High). The Pulse was also high at 90 bpm.

The body temperature was also back up a smidgeon, at 37.3°f.

The Excel graph showed an awful lot of reds. Still, compared to yesterday, at least I was down to Hyper-Tension Red one again.
I stirred the saucepan and turned it off to marinate.
I opened the computer and found this photo on the left that I believe I missed putting in Saturday’s blog.
Hard to believe that such an erudite, educated young man as I could forget such a thing. Absolutely beautiful!
Started his enosis iffy again. A persistent dough ball of arrogance, he is. I continued from yesterday, and I started giving the high bookcase a clout with metal Micky in return each time. With any luck, he may have heard it and may come down to complain? He’s impudent enough. I await his calling… after which an ambulance and police may also be calling. He kept it up for hours. My high bookcase may get damaged if he doesn’t give me a break. Hahaha! Oh, it’s gone quiet?

Got the Saturday blog finished and posted off to WordPress. Replied to the flood of comments coming in about the blog. I answered them both.

Oh, time to get Josie’s meal served up.
Did the usual with the chillies; I split it half and half-ish between a porcelain bowl and a lidded tub, so Josie can reheat it later in the microwave. Two meals that way, Sunday and Monday, for the gal to enjoy. Got it delivered to her door.
I remembered to take the Lumix with me this time, so I got a shot of Josie taking the tray.
She posed for me in her doorway. She poses well, does she not? The tray displays the two meals, two cans of plonk, Gin and a Vodka & orange. Teacakes nibbles, Orange Yorkie bar (Josies struck on them), and a pot of Limoncello. Not been able to get any for ages, so that should cheer her up. It didn’t do me any good, though. The last time I got some, a couple of months ago, they were two for £1.40. Now, Morrisons have upped them to £1.89. Tsk!

I got back into the flat and washed the utensils, saucepans, tray etc. and made a brew of Thompson’s Punjana. I’d left the first one to brew up and forgot all about it. A regular occurrence. In fact, I probably make more brews than I drink.

Then onto CorelDraw to make up some tags, then updated a page of the Ode words to use.

McCartney sausages, tomatoes, oven-warmed cobs, and a lemon dessert for the meal. Nothing fancy, I was so tired.
But, it went down well.
Simple food for a simple mind. I did enjoy it all the same.
A worthy Flavour-Rating of 7/10. I ate it all up. Slurp!
Washed the pots, had a wee-wee, washed and .

Blared out from the door chime – jerking me awake from the beautiful deep sleep I was in! It was Carer Aoki.
A little confusion arose from my positive conviction that it was morning, not night! Courtesy of Doreen, and my still feeling half-asleep. The first clue to the truth was when Aoki issued me the tablets that included  2½ Warfarin tablets. I slowly came back to normal. (When I say normal, I possibly should have told my usual sub-normal state) I tried to explain why I got confused, but fear the stuttering in my talking only got a furrowed brow from Aoki. I possibly could have sounded drunk, I think. Aoki chose a non-alcoholic drinkie in thanks. Took the black bag with her as she departed.

I felt I had to make a check of the flat to see if I’d left taps, lights, heaters, oven etc. on anywhere. As I limped around each room, the got more painful. These nails are going to be giving me more and more bother… Humph!
Checked the kitchen out last. The holy thing I found untoward was the fridge soar not shut properly.
The view I caught a little late to catch the sun part of the sunset, I thought adorable, calm and peaceful.
I took this photo, closed the window, and knocked a jar of my beloved vegetable flavourings off the ledge. It broke this time. Getting the smashed glass and sauce from the floor was possibly even more painful than it was. I managed to cut my finger on the bits of glass. And really annoyed the preciously calm , bending down, and she joined in with the angry, pain-giving, with me doing so much genuflecting.

I nodded off quickly enough. But kept waking up with a jerk, repeatedly. It was well gone midnight when the waking-up-jumps stopped. I know this because I had to fumble my way out of the second-hand, £300, charity shop bought, crumb-retaining, microorganism-microbe producing, gungy beige coloured, none-working, incommodious, Haemorrhoid Harold testing, c1968 recliner, to have a wee-wee. So noted the time.

IT DID NOT LAST FOR LONG

Inchy to Alto Inchy:

Is life worth living?

Alto Inchy to Inchy:

Living, have you been living then?

Inchy to Alto Inchy:

Well, yea…

Alto Inchy to Inchy:

You could have fooled me, mush!

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Taketh Care, Each!

Sunday 25th September 2020

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04:45hrs: I woke up, and Little Inchies fungal lesion that had been giving me so much hassle and pain last night had calmed down remarkably? I lay there, preciously close to the edge of the £300, second-hand bought eight years ago from the second-hand shop, Harold Haemorrhoid testing, repugnantly beige-coloured, crumb containing, virus-breeding, acne-giving, rickety, none-working recliner, and mused over a few things of concern.
Of course, there were no solutions, cures, or alternatives found. So I did! At about 06:00hrs, I found the impulse to get up.

I got the sphygmomanometerisationing going, and boy, was I surprised at the returns!
SYS (A new lowest-ever) 115, DIA 62, the Pulse 85, and body temperature still high at 36.6°f.
Putting the figures on the NHS site this time and got this rather uplifting graph. Absolutely!
Grade One! Hehe!

I’d only been in the Normal once in the past eight years, but now I am in the… wait for it… The IDEAL Green Zone, for the very first time!
Now I’m worried about going too low. You can’t win, can yer? Hehehe!
I certainly shows up well on the Excel Blood Pressure.
I copied the Sunday to Sunday part of the graph. Just look at it, only one day out of the eight, in the reg overall! I did think a moment ago that I may have misread the SYS, and it should be 175? I had a look using the magnifying glass, and I’m sure it is 115 now.
Only the high-Temperature is in the red. Wonder what I have to do to get it down? I’ll look at Google later. Cause, as you can see, it’s creeping up!

I went into the kitchen; it’s always a nervy thing, the first thing to do! Will it be the hot tap left on? Is the oven left on? Or a window left open? Mayhaps the freezer or the fridge door is ajar? It’s worrying each and every morning nowadays! Mind you, last week I found the food in the cupboards had all been moved and still can’t find some things I know were there. I have been known to partake in nocturnal somnambulism. All was okay this morning. I didn’t check the cupboards, though.

I made a start on prepping Josie’s Sunday lunch. I made a slightly different style of stew for her today. Beef and the usual vegetables and seasonings. I’m going to cook some beef sausages for her later, slice them into small pieces and add them, then the BBQ sauce last thing and reheat.

I made a brew of Thompson’s Punjana and took it to the computer.

But I got distracted. With the need of the . Where I found the evacuation most aperient. Yet poor old
still bled a good bit. Washed up and went back to the computer.

Started a session of clumping, tapping and banging away from the above flat. That’ll help me concentrate a lot.

Pressed on, getting lost in updating Saturday’s blog, until nearly eight o’clock, when the arrived. It was Sinead again. Always glad to see someone cheery, even though they are tired after a long shift. Her eyelids were beginning to droop, but she maintained a smile. I didn’t keep her with my gossiping, she selected a can of drinkies, and she made her way home, me being an extra and her last call. I felt guilty about asking her to take the waste bag with her.
An hour or so of computing – or, to be more exact, making mistakes and getting confused with the blogging work. Then I got the Lumix and went to sort Josie’s meal out. Cooked the bangers, sliced them, and then added them with the sliced mushrooms to the mix in the saucepan. I’ll photo this saucepanful, I thought, it looked lovely.
, with felt so ! The Lumix was not working again! It went through the motions, but the shots were not getting to the SD card! Grrr! I checked the card was in the right way around, and the lock tab was in the open position. All I can think is that the battery might have run out. Even though I charged it up two days ago? This happened last week. And I came back on the next day as I recall… I think, but I am likely getting confused. What can I do?  The only thing I can think of, apart from suicide, is charging the battery again? Yes, I’ll do that, then…

As ♫ Oh, Susana ♫ burst forth from the door chime. Now, who could this be? I asked myself pointlessly as I hobbled to the door. It was a demure-looking Josie. She told me her Sister had just phoned, and she was coming to collect her and take her out to the Marco Pierre White restaurant for a meal. This was about 11:00hrs, and the meal is delivered every Sunday at twelve-noon! So she will not need a meal today.
I think that Josie might be bullied a little by her Sister. She often almost demands that Josie goes out for a meal with her at very short notice. And all that effort I’ve made this morning to get her a different meal, the cut finger slicing the mushrooms as well. Haha!
She’ll be here in about an hour, Josie said. Bless her! I was not angry with her, just that it happened. Not only does it cost a fair bit, but the washing up I now have to face was unnecessary!
I got two screw=lid food containers and filled them with the feast. Told her she could eat them later and could pop them in her fridge. A can of pink gin slipped for her as well. Hahaha!

I delivered them and got back inside onto the computer. It’s not going well. But I pressed on.

Then realised I’d left the big saucepan in the sink soaking. Had I left the tap running? I went to investigate, and I had not – Phew! Then, all the other saucepans, cutlery, lids, wooden spoons, and slicing boards were washed.
While doing this, the fatigue fell on me. I had to stop. I put some roasted vegetable risotto in the oven… now I must stay awake and remember it’s in there.

Liberty-Global Down!

SMOKE & MIRRORS EXPERT!

I got the meal out and returned to the recliner to put my feet up and get it eaten.
I made far too much for me to eat it all. Although I did try too, a mistake mayhaps, that I may regret on the next Porcelain Throne visit. Put the tray on the Carer’s table, and then I .
I woke to the smell of part-eaten Roast Vegetable Risotto wafting up my nose. I discovered that cold risotto does not smell nice at all. This prompted me to put the uneaten food into two bags, and then a black bag, and sealed it in the waste bag! Cor, it was foul-smelling! And a pile of that is working away in my stomach? Shudder!

Back into the front room and again. To be woken up by the , Riona, who did not ring the doorbell and was looming over me as I woke from the depths of glorious sleep. I wanted to cry momentarily! A record visit timewise, 5-minutes medications given, treat refused and gone. I followed her to the door to lock it, and she took the waste bag when I asked her to.

Fancy that?

Saturday 24th September 2022 Cartoon, Ode & Diary

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05:00hrs: When I stirred, I struggled with , for control of my brain. For I was aware (for once) of the need to rise and get lots of things that needed to be done; so as not to let down the Link bus driver by being late at the collection point. I was determined not to get myself into a pickle and keep calm, not get all agitated like yesterday afternoon when things went apeshit again. I really wanted to keep calm today, with an eye on my Blood Pressure to help me on my mission. (Had I known what lay ahead, I’d not have bothered! I rose with little difficulty and, at that time, was rather pleased with myself. Indeed, I was close to having a .
As soon as I got into the kitchen the
I’d left the hot water tap running in the sink! Cold water again – just on a morning I need to get a good shower and shave for the visit it the Doctor! Already the self-despising and anger were brewing! I cursed and swore for ages and had to take the decision to have stand-up wash teeth and shaving sessions, using water from the kettle and two saucepans. Carrying them into the wet room, back before the water got cold, to refill and get them on the stove and back again to the wet room several times was decidedly risky.
I paid the price. Blistered finger, scolded foot, and clouted my elbow on the corner of the cooker, dropping the luckily empty pan on the floor! My anger and frustrations were getting shameful now!.
I got through with the task pretty quickly; then again, I was still determined to. A few more little nicks when shaving, but the hands were like blurs as shaved away at warp speed!
Got medicated where needed, dressed, and out of the wet room to check on the pots and pans I’d used in the kitchen. I’d made a bit of a mess, but no time now to worry about that. I hoped whichever Carer came was early. Then I could ask for help with things… well, why not?
I had to return to the wet room. This typifies my rotten luck – things have been fone in the evacuation department. But just because I needed to rush… Four rock-solid giant H-Bomb-shaped escapees! One at a time! Each one was more painful and took me longer to force out. The last one was a battle and a half!
Bled so much, poor things. Even more, time was lost in cleaning and . I wasn’t sorry that was over!

0735hrs: ♫ Oh, Susan ♫ chimed up. At last, the Carer had arrived! Of course, Meridian Management had not sent her a message about coming earlier! Told me had she been advised, she could have gotten here earlier. Shame! Lovely Carer Sinead, it was today. She set to give me the medications first. Then help me with the cash for the bus fare. Even closed the tabs on the shoes for me when I asked. I insisted she take a drinkie and nibble of her choice in thanks when she left.
I avoided the problems for once, being in such a rush to get down in time for the lift..
I arrived with three minutes to spare in the ground floor lobby. And began a mega-long ait for the arrival of the Link bus. I was questioning if I’d got something wrong about the appointment after all? Nothing showed up… well, a squirrel did. Haha!

I waited for about an hour, then gave up and returned to the flat.
I got the magnifying glass and found the telephone number on the Link leaflet and gave them a call.
No one is available at weekends, call back on Monday after 11:00hrs. Well, another problem without a solution?
Now there may be an email from the foot lady about their appointment today. At least I can get there this time.
I set the alarm on my mobile phone for an hour later. Just in case I don’t hear the text when it comes in. Then finished the Friday blog and posted it off.
Noise from the flat above that did not settle; it went on for hours and hours. Clunks and bangs! Later there were a few breaks from the noise of the impolite, insensitive, disrespectful, snobbish, haughty, pompous Herbert. But he was back again within minutes each time. Huh, just typed that, and he’s gone all quiet?

The alarm went off on the mobile. I got ready and trotted… well, limped down with the three-wheeler walker trolley in the lift to the ground floor. I meandered gently along the link corridor to the end and the hair & foot salon on my left.

Aha, locked up and empty of people! I moved on to the end of the corridor and took a photo of the ILC (Independent Living Coordinators), who are Oberstgrüppenführeress, Primo Ballerina, Warden, Deana, and Generaloberstess, Junior Ice-skating champion Julie. I could see no souls about anywhere on all my wanders.

I turned, somehow I was not surprised they had closed down, let’s face it, it’s just my luck, innit?
I took a close-up photo of the sign.
So we could read it. Bodes not well for the business, closing down for holidays?

I then had a thought – I do that sometimes, you know… have a thought! I nails growing so fast, I’m going to find it harder and harder to walk?
Just a thought!

I’ve been into this blogging, and the times have flashed by. The will be here soon. Better get some quick nosh sorted, methinks.
Back in a bit… or the morning. (The Morning updating):

Got the meal prepared, down in the £300, second-hand, decrepit, Haemorrhoid Harold-testing, sleep deterring, nauseatingly beige-coloured, not-working recliner. Feet up on a swivel chair. Not ideal when one is trying to eat peas and cope with the Peripheral Neuropathy Pete’s twitches and palpitations. Spent a lot of time retrieving odd peas from my body, the carpet, one in the slipper, two in the dressing gown pocket (No ideas how they got there], some made their way into the waste bin near the recliner, and about four are still on the floor underneath the Hopewell’s G-Plan, 1966 made cabinet, but at the back, I’ll ask Richard on Monday if he can retrieve them for me. Where was I? Oh, yes, the meal! Flavour-Rating 6.5/10. Ate it all, apart from the errant peas, of course.

Chloe arrived in a rush, as is usual. But we did have a laugh while it lasted. Treats and off she went, taking the waste bag with her.

I went to wash up the pots and things, and I could not resist trying to get some decent shots of the evening sky through the kitchen window. I took the first one in Auto-Mode on the Lumix camera. Crossing my fingers that the SD card will get them this time. Then tried a zoomed-in a bit, effort using the SCH-Evening mode on the camera dial. As I was taking this one, an instant demand came to a wee-wee – No messing about, I grabbed Metal Micky and shot off to the wet room. Fearing that the Comfort Protection Pants might be about to be tested here! But, No! I whipped out Little Inchie and had to wait for ages for the trickle to start, and it only lasted for a few seconds; this confused me somewhat? Washed and went back to the kitchenette. Where I took this picture of the changed view on offer from Mother nature. Amazing how quickly the evening skies change.
And back to the wet room. This time for Porcelain Throne duties, during which; the wee-weeing flooded out? A comfortable, aperient evacuation was taken. But I had to wait for Little Med HydrInchie to stop leaking for blooming ages.
The fungal lesion was bleeding again. I assume through my stupidity of whipping down the pants so roughly on my first visit for a wee, Tsk! I tried the new ointment this time, in hopes that for some reason it would be less painful than the Daktacort was. It wasn’t!  
I went back to the computer and took the nightly capsule of Hemp.
I pondered on whether to risk an extra Codeine 30g. No doubt the lesion will sting for a while yet, and sleep, I would like to have some.
But resisted and took a tablet of the less effective but much better than Paracetamol, Co-Codamol.

I settled down in the £300, second-hand, c1968, charity shop-bought, eyesorely-horrendously grungy coloured, Harold Haemorrhoid-testing, easily-falloutable from, unfit-for-use, not working, recliner, in search of Sweet Morpheus.
But every time I nodded off, the pants would catch on the lesion as a shuffled about in search of a comfortable position, and sharp pain would bring me back out of any sleep mode I was in.
I did consider changing into one of the larger pants. Maybe thinking about it now, I should have, I think! Cause I lost count of how many times I was unceremoniously and painfully woken up!

Yet amazingly, when I shot awake again around 05:00hrs, there was no pain from Little Inchies fungal lesion whatsoever?

Life can be more strange than any fiction.

Morning all!