Idealist Inchy: Fri 22 Mar 24 Electrical work, Alarm and Fire Brigade

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This Friday, the brain had its usual periods of hazy craziness, with intervals of it being floury. You know, messy, unable to sort out. Perhaps it might have been mini-seizures, I don’t know. Others are more aware of my actions when one is visiting than I am. A Carer had the heart to speak with me after being present when I departed spiritually from reality. Assuring me all that happened differently, I could or didn’t speak, but my mouth moved as if I was doing so? I kept doing things silently, some actions not being relevant to the situation, and I had no idea this was happening. I wouldn’t worry about it, at least. So glad to hear someone explain the unknown to me. Hehehe! 

This was the first time I’d had a seizure when someone was here to see one. At least, I think it was. 

The mail was delivered. I usually put it on the old DVD so Carer Kara can go through it when she comes the following week, but I can’t find it anywhere now.

The Diabetic socks arrived, all three packages, within an hour, each delivered by a different carrier. Photos are further down. Two were extra-long diabetic bamboo socks that looked fine. The bigger one was cotton socks that I ordered by mistake. 
Mistake making? Me? Hard to believe! Hahaha! 
I left the oven and hob on as well. The hot water faucet (tap) I let run cold… again. 

Three electricians arrived to install the new fire alarms and reset the power box. That was mayhem with a capital M. At one point, they had to turn off the power, which caused me to semi-panic. I was scared that the panic alarm box, the internet, and the TV might not come back on again. The very patient electrician checked everything came back on alright; damned kind of him, too! Thank you! All working!
The Fire Alarm was somehow triggered in the flat. I sounded very soft and quiet to my hearing. To the others, the klaxon was driving mad. So, one good point in my being so deaf. Har-har! The brigade arrived and checked out the flat. One spoke to me and walked away. I’ve no idea what he said to me; he’d got his BA kit on. He was soon off after talking to the electricians; at least, I think he did.

Did Carer Victor’s Health Checks on his last call.
Made a decent nosh, much earlier than usual.
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Was the Catheter’s nocturnal pouch was not very full? Then again, I’d not been sleeping for long. The NHS colour grading looked like a number four or five.

I rose from the c1968, tatty, scruffy, unkempt, uncomfortable, virus, microorganism, bug, bacterium, bacillus, germ, parasite-producing, and disease-fermenting, bought second-hand, eyesorely horrible, grungy beige-coloured, £300, charity shop bought, crumb-retaining, moth-eaten, non-working, nocturnal-crumb-ridden, itch-encouraging, incommodious, Haemorrhoid Harold testing, catheter tube yanking, recliner. With insisting on giving way several times, I hobbled almost comically to the wet room. The attempted evacuation was a wasted effort. I was thinking that at least for once, a rarity,   were not bleeding, and I was nearly caught out by collapsing, giving way, enough for a tumble. It should have been one, really, but I fell in the right direction and caught hold of the shower chair in time to stop myself from hitting the rather hard-floored deck.
Infected ankles and legs looked so much calmer this morning. I washed Little Inchy, Harold’s Hemorrhoids, dried them, and medicated them. Then, I creamed the on my forehead and arms. I sprayed the eye treatment on the lids and olive-oiled the earholes. I just remembered at the last minute that I’d not put the barrier cream on the tummy infection yet. So, I did! It’s hard work getting old, Haha!

I took the wet-room waste bag and amalgamated it with rubbish from the other two bins. Making two bags of waste, and took them to the front door.
The amazing blue-hued sky in this poor-quality photo I took from the kitchenette window is so pretty.
Although that’s not the word I wanted to use; it’ll do until I remember what it was. Mind-Blank here!

I got the laundry bag sorted. I must remember to ask someone to take it down for me later. Then, I double-checked that I had put in the wash capsule and softener. They were all present.

Blimus! The catheter day pouch had filled up quickly again. The colour looked very much healthier, too. 
Bent down to empty the day pouch into the urine jug. As I was getting back upright… !
twinged into action. I was so surprised, with her being so kind to me lately. She hit me hard, and I took an extra Codeine 30g. She’s never hurt this bad before. But an hour or so later, the Codeine had done its job and had eased off. I’m so glad to report.

I scurried hobblingly back to the wet room . There was no doubt I made the right decision in rushing to get there. Whatever blockage stopped me from passing minutes ago, this time, was back in full charge of the procedure.
Wet but sticky, smelly and splashy! Cleaning things up took me a while.

I made a grand strong brew of Glengettie tea. Then, at long last, I got the computer on. No biscuits dunked. Was I getting more dedicated to the new diet? No, I let the drink go cold, getting into the blogging. Humph! A few hours later, I took a break. I needed it because I was fed up with making so many errors on the blog (grammatical and chronological).

I decided to open the socks that were delivered yesterday.
The cotton socks I wrongly ordered were a pack of 12 different-coloured socks. I must ask my brother-in-law Pete if he’d like to have them. They are long and warm. I’ll try to remember to ring and find out if he fancies them. Good quality they are.
The next pack contained 4 pairs of proper diabetic long socks. dark grey, I think. The Carer later put a pair of these on for me. Excellent fit, comfortable and warm.
The last pack included two pairs of knee-high bamboo socks. These looked far thinner and stretchier than those above, and they cost an awful lot more. I stored the socks, well, I say stored...

I took this snap of the late afternoon view with the sun and clouds. I am back on the blogging and have started creating the ode.

had once again filled up at a good rate of knots. Still a healthy colour, mind you.

I checked on the Asda order made for next week. To see if I needed anything taking off or adding to it. I took off three items and put a few on it. The original total was for £52.24. After toying with things, it now stands at £66.84!
When will I ever learn?

Another snap of the view of the sky. I went into one of my spells. 
Can you see the bird, plane, or face as I did? Bearing in mind that is making me see double, a shadow of everything attached. So maybe you can’t see them. Hehe!

An early meal tonight.
Potato rostis, Dutch tomatoes, Anya potatoes, and caramelised pork sausages. With a sliced baguette. The Heinz tomato ketchup with pickle was well used. It went down well. I’m glad I remembered to eat early, thus avoiding the Carer calling just when I was starting to eat. 

What’s wrong with the lower circle?
Fair enough, I can’t make out what it is.

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Keep Safe!

Impugnable-Inchy: Thursday 21st March 2024

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This physical and mental collapse every afternoon has gone on for three days now. No… Four!
Today, it came over me even earlier. My plan was to at least sit down, with a chance of nodding off; then, after Carer Kara helped me again, but she only had 10 minutes allowed for the visit. Bless her. Carer Helen made the last call, I was to get back to blogging again. I’d given up trying to sleep and was eating the meal when she arrived. Then, as the gal left, after medicating and taking off my diabetic socks from my legs, I went into a deep sleep, which didn’t last for long and was in patches. Every time I went into bliss, shortly one of the would unceremoniously burst me back awake. About 2 hours later, I gave up trying and started to potter about. 
Anyway, I didn’t get back on the blog until around about 03:00hrs on Friday morning, and I had a mammoth task of catching up on it. Which I am currently in the process of doing, accompanied by the World Wide Hum, and a rattling coming from I know not where. 
Better get on with it…

I carried the nocturnal pouch with me as I tried to remove it. I accidentally tugged the tube as I released the valve for emptying and immediately felt the warm, wet feeling of blood in the PPs! I got it cleaned up. Then I sorted out the waste bags into one, ready for collection, and placed them near the front door of the flat.
I took a snap of the morning view from the kitchenette. It’s not a good one, but it was fairly good for me. Is there a nice eeriness about it?
After an hour or so on CorelDraw, uploading and resizing the Kodak Tim pictures, an email from Sainsbury’s came Porc failedin. I went to the wet room and utilised the ever-popular. Once again, the evacuation failed, and after much urging and inner pushing, I gave up. Knowing there was possibly a gigantic torpedo in the queue that may need some help seeing the light of the WC basin, I made and drank a drink of an ‘Ease-it-along sachet’. 

The Caregiver arrived, Victor or Israel. I think I can’t read the name on the log. My memory is blank on this visit, so it could have been anyone.
An hour or so later, the J. Sainsbury order arrived. I did struggle a little getting the bags, one at a time, into the kitchen. Well, I did not struggle; I just took extra care not to catch the tubing in Little .
The bananas came all ready-bruised to save me the effort of dropping them, so it was kind of Sainsbury’s. I got some vegan Maryland cookies, passata sauce with Mediterranean vegetables, and drinks for the nurses and carers. I also got fresh fries; they may get cooked and tasted tonight, methinks. Maybe the Anya potatoes be eaten tomorrow? They are grown only on the Monarch’s farms. Hence, Lord Sainsbury is the only person allowed to sell them. (I’m full of useless snippets)
The fridge was now fullerer than ever! Ready meals, lemon curd yoghourts, potato rosis, the lemon curd dip pots on the bottom shelve? Gorgeous! 
I got a big pack of the JO2 favourites for the treats shelf. They may last a week or more. The most popular of the drinkies on offer these are.
I also got a few of these pots of jelly in a new flavour. Not a good photo. (I’m good at doing these types, Hehe!) So you may not be able to read the label. They are… honestly, a Gin & Tonic Flavour, jelly! I can’t see these being well-liked. I wonder what they put in it to get the taste?

A little drizzle was spotted when I was cleaning the side of the cooker later on.
I took it through the kitchen window glass to try to catch the raindrops on the pane.

During the next half an hour, I got three parcels delivered.

The first was socks, three pairs, I think, of long diabetic ones, expensive ones, too! The second was socks, two pairs of thinner, longer diabetic socks. These were even more expensive, cost me a fortune. But I didn’t get the last two new pairs back from the laundry. They think someone half-inched my laundry and a new bag. I never saw any of them again. Humph!
The third delivery was socks. Six pairs of the wrong type. Hehe! I’d made a great cock-up, mistake, error 
with this order. As Carer Kara found out and told me yesterday. I thought I’d ordered Diabetic Bamboo socks. Kara pointed out that they were cotton ones. Boing! But it was too late for me to cancel. So then I proceeded to make yet another  . I ordered one of the first two above while Kara watched to make sure I didn’t get it wrong again. After she’d gone, I  checked again on Amazon and found the cheaper, although still dear, bamboo socks. I believe I’d cancelled the first pairs and ordered the cheaper pairs instead – But no! I ordered two lots! I’ve not opened the packs yet; I’ll do that tomorrow. I feel like such a fool!
If anyone would like a 3-pack of gents long cotton socks.

I took a shot of the end car park this afternoon. Then the Fatigue and weariness, along with my body’s instruction to get some sleep, arrived.
I decided to get something to eat first after closing down the computer.
There were chips, beans, sausages, and a baguette. The JS baguette was too sweet for my liking and crumbled too easily.
As I got served up, the evening Carer Helen arrived. I’d not seen her for ages, I thought she’s left.
I planned to get a kip and then restart this blog. The best-laid plans of mice and men! Or, in Robert Burns’s original, “The best-laid schemes o’ mice an’ men / Gang aft a-gley.”
Not a chance of nodding off. I even tried the TV again, but no luck.

I moved into the bed. Just as the night before, I got settled, and the catheter night pouch was hanging down. I lit the torch on the overbed table and got into the bed.
I nodded off pretty quickly again. No idea how long for; it felt like five minutes, and then kicked off striking at will. Well, Inchy! I got up, which wasn’t easy at all. In fact, I was a bit worried about this new ailment trait.  kept stinging, then failing. Not all the time, but regularly enough.

By the time I’d got a drink of spring water, tripped over the tubing, and I’d taken this Kodak Tim photo of the moon or sun. Sun, surely? Was it this early yet? I think I may have made another chronologically here.
I know, but even a man of my extreme intelligence, quickness and clarity of mind, and amazingly reliable super-concentration powers can make the rare, occasional mistake. Ahem! had stopped bothering me. I’m sure it is worse electric shock-wise when I get into the bed, but why?

I got down in search of sleep again, this time back in the £300 second-hand shop purchased, c1966, welt-causing, uncomfortable, not-working, itch-inspirational, crumb-containing recliner. It didn’t help. As tired out as I felt, either or both the body and brain would not let me sleep!
The Gits!

Beats me, the car? The feet? The phone, yes. 

TTFN

Indisposed Inchy: Wed 13 Mar 24 Another festive, fun day, I don’t say!

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Another out-of-it day,
A shortage in short-term memory,
No change in the depressive misery,
Computer faults so many…
Jobs gotten done were derisory.
Life is becoming a quandary!
I’m in depression, sorry…
But daily living’s becoming is a mystery.

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I rose from my so-called sleep at 03:25 hrs. The nocturnal wee-wee was a better colour, but not much. Hehe!

The ankles were looking a lot better this morning.
The overnight were far less as well. They strike a little further up the leg each day, of course. Last night was my shortest sleep of the year, so the strikes ought to have been less. I just worked that out… amazing! Hahaha! 

The waste bag was sorted into one, and I placed it near the door. At this point, I had a visit from .  I’ve not had any sudden head-spins from him for a while. But fortunately, I was in the hallway at the time, less than an arm’s length away from the walls, to steady myself. I feared he might kick off again later, but he didn’t. Mind you, I did have the odd session from the routine. One during a visitation from Carer Kara.


I pondered over what to have for Nosh.
Lame or Cumberland pie & potatoes.
Undecided yet…

Finally, after much straying off and doing other things, I got the Tuesday blog done and posted.

appeared. We had a natter while he put on my socks and issued the medications. I remembered to ask him to remind me about taking the B17 vitamin tablet. 

A little drizzle was falling, so IO went onto the balcony to take this shot of the end car park. The mudslide had been driven through a few times.

came but had little time; she checked the mail and bank letters for me. A financial visit. I’m sure there were things I wanted to ask her. She checked the emails with me, British Gas, the Bank and an unknown one. Kara said to leave it alone; it’s not a danger.


We then had a little mist for an hour or two.


I had all sorts of problems with the computer. I spent many hours on it, stopping when I got brain fog and didn’t know what to try or not risk changing. I’d nip out to take a photo or two of the view. Getting back to find I’d forgotten what and where I was with the computer. But I was still getting messages that: Your hard drive is full, and I could not save anything at all! After clearing out so much artwork and saving graphics, I finally, hours later, was able to save the work I’d done on CorelDraw. This fiasco was enough for anyone to lose it, but me? No, there had to be another problem, didn’t there? 

I finally got around to downloading the photos I’d taken: I’d DONE IT AGAIN! With the worry over the computer, I’d left the SD card out of the camera; no photos! I gave up on the computer and made a meal.

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Cumberland pie and a few potato chunks roasted in the oven to go with it.

arrived just as I’d finished the meal. That was jolly good timing from Israel! He removed the socks and medicated me. 

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I got them, but it took me a lot longer than the given eleven seconds to get there.

Fare Thee All Well!

Inchy: Thursday 8th February 2024

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MORE BLANKS THAN MEMORIES
I’m getting worried about these mini-periods of hypomnesia, obliviousness and remoteness. Or rather, worried about the increase in them. One action, In particular, I wonder if it happened or if I dreamed it. I’m not holding back, am I? Embarrassing in a way, but if writing about this prompts just one expert to comment with advice that I am capable of actioning, it’ll be worth it; my baring my humiliation.
I recall getting my head down, feeling drained and chagrined with life and self-disesteemed. It felt like it took a while to get to sleep, with nocturnally present  rampaging away… I’ve no idea what about. It seemed to me that literally, seconds later, I was in the wet room, getting the shaving tackle ready to use. The Protection Pants had been taken off, and the hot water tap was running in the sink. As I noticed the blood trickling down my legs from both  , and , which is nothing unusual in itself. I realised what and where I was. And wondered as I  checked the time, why the hell was I doing my ablutions at this ridiculous hour of the morning, 02:30hrs?
Not one of my better days.
Little did I know tomorrow was going to be worse!
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Not a lot in the nocturnal pouch. Dark, too!

Took a failed photo through the kitchen windows..

Opened the windows and tried again. Not good.

Well, not so bad this time.
I had to leave to go to the Throne.

Never mind.
Back to the kitchen, determined to get a good photograph taken this time, but…
How this was taken is a mystery to me. I thought I’d got a good grip of when I took it. Tsk! Another one that the Tate Gallery won’t be interested in.

Another false alarm!
There was more white showing.

arrived at 0715hrs. He issued the medications, and started to get the diabetic socks and leg strappings on, and asked if the feet or legs were hurting; they were not, I said. Are you sure, he said? Yes, I said.
Well, just look at the state of yer ankles, mate, and the thighs are bleeding a little, too, as well!

I was amazed at the state of the ankles when she pointed them out, and he took a photo with for me. I took this one. took the slippers off, got the socks ready to go on, and pointed out to me that the toe ends were much whiter than yesterday.
She was right, too. But at that time, there was no pain being felt at all? We got the socks and strappings on both legs, and she pointed out something again… the
day bag, I’d only put on about an hour ago, was filled to the top! And once again, there were no pains from the flashback as there usually is? Could this be going to be a better day? I said! Maryham suggested that with your luck, it’s better not to be so optimistic. We did laugh!
She even emptied the bag for me. Kind, attentive and always ready for a smile & laugh! Haha!

e checked the tap and cooker for me too, and she took the waste bag with her on departing.

The kitchen view had changed somewhat, glum!

I made a brew and took it to the computer. And got another call from Virgin Media. All they want to do is sell you something extra. 

I’ll keep trying.

Or, just maybe I fell asleep in the computer chair?
Came around or woke up. and had a hobble around the flat with , to get the blood flowing, cause now, , the feet and ankles were giving me some hassle. I took the above snap of the misty morning, well, it was well gone the morning now. Half an hour later, 
I took this one of the Bottom field, and tree copse.

Then as I settled again, chimed out.
It was the dry eye sprays being delivered from Amazon. I still had a drop left of the old £8.69 Wilko one, but couldn’t resist trying the new one out. Made in China. The power of the spray jet sent the liquid all over my face. Hehehe! But they were only £4 a go.

The day pouch needed emptying. What a dark colour and filthy great stink as I emptied it. Phew!

A little rain fell with the odd flakes of snow in it. Noticed that the mud-slide was in the car park again. So, presumably, it must have been raining while I was out of things or asleep?

Then the Loperamide capsules were delivered. I got this brand cause they were cheaper than my usual ones. Not that I needed them now, not need to stop that which has suddenly stopped on its own. Hehehe!

Packed up on the computer. I went to put the oven on to heat up, and I took this better shot of the bottom field; the rain and snow had stopped now.

did his late visit. Got the diabetic socks and leg straps on for me, had some nibbles, and was off home; he looked tired.

Hello, playing again. I thought at first it might be who might have left something he needed in the flat, but no…
It was the final delivery, the extra-long diabetic socks being delivered late. Not that it mattered.
A pack of six pairs. I needed it due to the fact that the Carers lost my laundry; there were three pairs of diabetic socks in it, along with pyjama tops, ankle straps a pair of leg strapping,  and a dressing gown. But I’m not the only client to lose their laundry. The Mysteries of Woodthorpe Court, with the hobgoblins, spectres, gnomai, phantasms, ghosts, grotesque succubae, extraterrestrials, ectoplasms, spirits, or the Fata Morganas that have been sent to taunt, irritate and steal peoples laundry, and to terminate my already limited saneness of mind? Hehehe!
The Phantom Laundry Lifter of Woodthorpe Court!

After getting down in the c1968, tatty, scruffy, unkempt, uncomfortable, virus, microorganism, bug, bacterium, bacillus, germ, parasite producing, and disease-fermenting second-hand, eyesorely-horrendously grungy beige-coloured, £300, charity shop bought, crumb-retaining, moth-eaten, non-working, itch-encouraging, incommodious, Haemorrhoid Harold testing, catheter tube yanking, recliner, sleep was not an option. Two causes for this tonight. and old reliable .

TTFN

Inchy: Wed 7 Feb 24 Guess who got the medical dates mixed up? Again!

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I managed to wake and get up early enough to get the night pouch off and make a start on the ablutioning completed… but it took me longer than I’d hoped. The Porcelain Throne evacuation slowed me down.

Getting the things to take with me, and realised that the Carer had not come early, not that the lad was late, no one had told him about my early appointment. He got the diabetic socks, and leg straps fitted. Helped me get the trousers on as well, issued the medications and chose a treat from the fridge. Thank’s Shaq.
Down to the lobby and had a go at the crossword while I waited. The Easy-Link bus arrived, and I was soon on the minibus, paid my fee, and on the way to the surgery.

Heavy traffic en route, we arrived a few minutes late.
I was greeted by a new electronic computer log-in system. But it had big icons that were amazingly easy to see… I realised then that I’d not put in my hearing aids and had the reading glasses on. Tsk!
The logging in was done, I sat down and had another go at the crossword book.
Nurse Caroline came to fetch me into her room… I had an epiphany moment as I hobbled along with her to her treatment room. I suddenly became aware that I had made the right cock-up about what the visit was all about. For some unknown reason… apart from possibly , I believed I was going to see someone or other, about the results of the last prostate-shrivelling session at the City Hospital Urology. But, no! That must be the appointment for next month, maybe, perhaps. This one was about the last blood test, showing that I was now a confirmed diabetic. With a High Risk of Type 2 Diabetes. Nurse Carolyne was her usual kind, patient self as we discussed my dietary habits. It’s as if I must have known, I said. I’ve just last week stopped eating crisps, and nibble only sugar-free biscuits now. However, the highlight of this talk was I can now go back to having two mugs of tea a day! Hurrah! Or, as many as many mugs of decaffeinated tea that I wanted… Spit! Horrible, tasteless!

She wanted to refer me to the Diabetes Learning Course. I explained what happened at the last one when I could not hear or see what was happening. I tried for about five weeks but realised it was costing me all that dosh to get there and back, time in dressing beforehand, and of no use when I got there. The nurse was calm and helpful when I asked if there were any smaller group meetings I could attend. Bless her. She will try to find out and let me know later. What an Angel!
I could sense the flow-back building up in the bladder, and I knew the pouch needed emptying. I went into the surgery WC and emptied the bag.
Back to the waiting room, and on the crossword.
Departed, as the lift was parking up on Mansfield Road, and was soon back at the flats. Gave the driver a choice of drinks from the , and into the prison… no, flats.

Passing the laundry room on the ground floor…
Someone’s washing, obviously someone had forgotten to collect it from the machine, had been dumped on the draining board counter. Which is better than mine was, which was on the floor and returned with fluff all over it, the week before last. But at least it was returned last week. The new dressing gowns, shirts and diabetic socks will have to be bought again… I think I ordered some from Amazon.
In the cell… er, apartment, and emptied out the very dark urine from the day pouch.

To make room for the daily mug of Glengettie tea. No, I’m wrong again; it was J Sainsbury’s Extra-Strong Red Label teabag. Lovely it was too! Then, I got the uncomfortable, painful trousers off.

I was going to make some baked spuds but forgot to heat the oven. It can happen to anyone!

I got a call from the doctor’s surgery. An increase in the Warfarin doses after the blood test. 
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arrived. Med’s sorted.

Blogging for hours is a slow-grinding task today. The concentration was not with me, but the ability to make errors grammar-wise was in excellent form.

rang from the door chime. It was a Carer arriving. I’d never seen him before. Obviously, some carer had gone off ill or on holiday. This makes things difficult for them cause Kara is on holiday for two weeks, as far as I know. Nice chap.

I gave up on blogging, and I’ve tried to make an early catch-up on it in the morning. 

Made a naughty meal.
Yummy!


Looking glum as things darken.

I certainly didn’t!

While waiting for the last Carer call, I drifted into the heavenly bliss of sleep. A few minutes later, the pains from the backed-up bladder woke me.
Phew! Just in time!

The Carer medicated me and removed the leg strappings and diabetic socks. I’ve ordered some more socks from Amazon, along with Dry Eye spray and Anti-diarrhoea capsules. Gave him a treat of his choice.
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TTFNski!

Inchy: Sunday 4th February 2024

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Today was going well. (A lie! I thought it was going well)
But I lost five hours of it altogether. I sat there on the computer chair. I smelt something burning; obviously, a cooking flavour lingered from the kitchen. I’d even taken photos of preparing the meal, but at that time, I had no recollections. I salvaged the burnt food, added it to a can of beans with chunky veg sauce, and turned off the heat. This is being written after this action. I must speak with the quack on Wednesday… please that I remember to! 

05:45hrs: The colour of the contents of the nocturnal pouch was worryingly dark again.

Another thing that bothered me was the state of the legs when the Carer removed the diabetic socks to change them and put on the ankle & leg strappings.

Messy!

Morning view of the blue hue sky.

The one permitted mug of tea was brewed.

Got around to updating yesterday’s blog.

I had to empty the fast-flowing day pouch.
It seemed to be getting darker again? Oh, heck!

The Mammoth Mind Blank took place.

A carer must have called cause she or he signed the book. Something else to fret over. Yet, I wasn’t getting down about these things. Strangely?

Unbelievable!

Somehow, the urine looked to have got a lot lighter?

When I emptied the day pouch… Hey Presto! It poured out a deep, deep brown! How come?

I do remember taking this shot above.
The clouds looked like foam packaging.

I set about correcting the mistakes I’d made earlier in this blog. Took me ages. I found some snaps of me preparing the food that I cannot honestly say I remember doing… or can I, now? This is bonkers!
Apparently, the meat is going into the oven.

I took this shot down from the kitchen window.

Ten minutes after taking the first one…
The darkness was falling…

arrived and was good enough to hear me moaning about things for a minute or two.

Time to get the meal heated and then eaten up!

I put the meat into the saucepan and oven tray to soak in the bowl, and I got the quiz result on here.

Vegetable stew with gammon.
Very nice!

Went to wash up, and the horizon deserved preserving photographically, I thought.

ALL THE BEST

Have a great day, you really ought,
To avoid you becoming a worry-wort…
May your anxieties add up to nought!
May your demons be easy to thwart!
With great joy to share & flaunt.

Inchy: Friday 2nd February 2024

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Many moments and a long one with no memories at all of between what I worked out was 13:00 to 16:00hrs. I noted that I’d been working on yesterday’s blog but had not got very far with it, and what I’d done was error-filled and out of chronological sync. I corrected (I think) the grammar cock-ups, but left things as they were in the timing mistakes, for fear of drifting off again. I put messages in between to remind me as I did things. I just hope I’ve removed them all in Thursday’s much-belated blog. As I write this, around 19:00hrs, I seem more in control… but why? Not that I’m complaining, but I am certain things will go crazy again. I’ll try to remember to take the link with me to this blog cause I think if the Doc reads this, it may well prove more descriptive of my problems than my stuttering and memory-blank-ridden talking face-to-face would ever do? Losing track when talking to the carers does not matter so much cause they can do nothing to help anyway. Especially since the call times have been halved, they cannot have time to listen, even if they want to. Sorry, I’ve waffled on there.
A RIGHT COCK-UP WITH BAR was then committed. I misplaced for several hours. Started a search when I was up to it, so angry with myself! Gave up, thinking, I must have put or dropped it in the waste bag somehow, and it had been put down the chute!
Certain it had gone missing, a Mega-Depression took hold of me. was gifted to me when I broke the last camera. I so appreciated that gesture, too; now I felt worthless. The joy when I found it hours later and started taking some evening shots was incalculable! 
Of course, this meant far fewer shots for the blog. 
The period between realising and thinking after the search I’d lost it, was a terrible time.
Now, on with the scintillating, captivating, amusing, pragmatic, fascinating Inchy Today Blog. Hehe!.

I was woken when the Carer arrived at 07:10hrs. Not with it really, still so tired and sleepy. was an angel, she got the cream in the dodgy looking legs, the diabetic socks on for me, and all in a rush, she did a good job. The visit time being halved is making it all a rush nowadays. Can’t be helped, though. Thanked her and she took the rubbish bag with her on her departure. Such a nice gal.
Took another bag I’d made to the door.

The day bag soon filled up!

End car park, no mud at all this lunchtime.

Sun fighting through, temporarily.
Wonderful clouds.

Carer Chris called, not that I can remember that much about what happened. The computer work was going so slowly and mistake-ridden. Spent ages repeatedly searching for . Lost hours.

Found the camera!!!
I’d apparently dropped into a shoe near the computer? How, when or why?

I used it immediately to take some sunset shots. I was overjoyed at finding it and lost my guilt.

First, a wide shot.
Then a little closer.
Then another, but not happy with the quality...
Tried again…
Not happy with this.
Made a right mess this time. Seemed to get a shadow shot of the slit, and gave up!

TTFNski, Each!

Inchy: Thursday 1st February 2024

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Another in and out of it day. Emotions, feelings, confidence, and concentration goings from one extreme to the other constantly. I’ve got to go see the Doctor next Wednesday… hang on, I’ll check that on the calender… 
Yes, on Wednesday at 08:45hrs. Carer Kara rang to arrange a lift for me with Easy-Link, I’m awaiting confirmation of if they can do it or not.
has been social today, I’ve had many visits from him. Conversely, and have been very kind, not one giving way episode today from either of them ♥.
As I mentioned, my concentration has been terrible. With , and the gums, both painful and it’s a good job the Cartilage Twins eased off.
Here we go with the photo reminders. Haha!
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Looks like a sunburnt foot on the night pouch?

I became of multiple pains coming from  and . Along with both  & , as the Carer Arrived to wake me up at 07:15hrs.
Then, as he removed the socks that should have been done last night and put new ones on, we both noticed the shape and state of my legs. A photo was taken of them…
Swelling up had started again!.
had flared up as well.
Also, with Vanessa having a go, the white toe ends are more predominant now. Of course, it’s just pain. A man of my calibre, with a phenomenal in-built pain resistance, it did not bother me in the slightest; I’ll not even mention .

Medications were given to me.

Window Cleaner Joe arrived. I was just about to go to visit the . He soon got the windows done and was off like a shot; he was very busy. Managed to bore him a little while he was doing them within earshot. Hehehe!

But things were again slow to start, and the first dollop was like concrete, then Trotsky followed up… and kept coming and coming… Hahaha!

It took me a while to clean ‘things’ up.
It seems impossible, but this did happen. When I first got the used Depends off, and new ones on…
the pouch had all but filled up?
Beats me!

End car park shot with .

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Got some spuds in the crock to add to the the remnants of yesterday’s stew. These were different spuds from yesterday, but they, too, had some blight! Threw some of them away. And more later when I cut them to reveal that had blight inside.

After Carer Kara departed, things were vague, to say the least. Thankfully I took photos to assist.
Not many of these made it into the stew. Plenty, most of them, went into the bin bag. Humph!
Must have taken this much earlier.

Ah, a mug of tea that didn’t get drunk (went cold) and a banana that was eaten (Skin seen in the bin).

I seemed to resume my awareness partially, as the pouch filled up again…
I was lucky this one didn’t burst!

Aha! The evening shot of the night lights.
Artistic, but not what I wanted. Hehe!

But the solid torpedo first routine made sure that bled a bit, then go soak in type splashes and spitting gunk that followed the original torpedos.

Mor spuds to throw away.
Served up the meal after Carer Chris had had a little bowl for a treat.

Went with the night pouch tube in hand to wash up the pots. Got sidetracked with the beautiful belated sunset.
Slowly got dimmer as I took each photo.
Bootiful!

on the trolley wheel, as I was putting the things into the drainer.
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Didn’t half make me jump!
Ha-Ha!

TTFNski, each

Inchy: Tuesday 30th January 2024

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So, busy a day again…
The memory losses, blanks a pain,
There was only one trip to the Porcelain!
Only one person called me a lamebrain, 
Frustrations, mixed messages from my brain,
Errors, confusion, errors; all a bane!
So many medications… but never cocaine, 
Think of the poor devils in Ukraine… 
I’ll try never to complain again!

The diabetic socks, I forgot to take off again.
I think I’ve laddered them?
During the night I’d been wen by the usual Thought Storms, and last night, a sharp pain under one of my toes. Why? No idea, until a carer arrives to have a look at the toes for me.

A smidge dark.

Medicalistationings tended to.

Gottwo spuds out to have later. (11 hours later, it turned out to be) Tsk!

Made the only brew of the day.
And let it go cold. Humph!

Topped up the Nurses, Carers & deliverymen nimble box on the carer’s table.

arrived. After giving me the medications, she took off my socks and investigated the painful toe. She thought it looked like a verruca or corn coming on.
We realise this must have been caused by the going out shoes yesterday with all the hobbling. She put some cream on the toe for me. The Asda delivery arrived while Marie was with me. Marie took the bags into the kitchen from the door to the kitchen. After the gal departed, I set to putting the food away.
Fresh foods for the fridge.
Frozen for the freezer.
Cupboard supplies.
Nibble Treats.
Cleaning stuff.
The fridge looked full.
Even the fridge door.
I may well get depressed and tempted…
But starve, I shall not! Haha!

The day pouch was filling again while I was doing this supremely popular, intelligently written, followed by thousands of worldwide masses (and they both like it) blog. A darker colour, though!

Severe Up to taking this sunset.
Almost like an oil painting?

I found that I’d put the two red potatoes into the oven on a medium heat. How long ago that was… I don’t recall, but they were well-cooked by now. So, set about making a meal of sorts. 
While making the hurried meal, I took these belated sunset photos.
A wide view.
And zoomed in one.
Then back to making the meal.
As I moved to the sink to put the oven tray in to soak with bleach and washing liquid, I felt the catheter pouch slipping down with the weight.
Got it emptied, washed my hands and then the oven tray. Even darker urine this time!
I finally got the meal eaten…
Liquid Sea-salt & Flora none-butter, butter were added to the potatoes…
A vegetable Pastie, And very nice too!

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Cheers, each!

Inchy: Fri 26 Jan 24, The Yo-Yo is still with me…

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The 3rd day of ups & downs, ins & outs.
Periods of positive and negative thoughts, moods, or interactions consistently. Just as the leaflet on FND symptoms quoted. A state of perplexity, then of bafflement, inattention, abstraction, and a new one to me, a sort of suspended animation. With moments of almost ecstasy, then back down to submitting to short, dank, dark depressions. It is now Saturday, midday. And this is as far as I’ve got with this blog!
So I’ll have to do a rushed job from here on.

Good colour.

Going to dish these and the other odd pairs that have been weeded on from the leaky catheter bags, valves or tumbles, Whoopsiedangleplops.

I can recall taking these shots. This first one got me in a bad mood as I failed again.
Tried again. Ah, not so bad.
Shame I couldn’t take a close-up.
Well, I did, but they were crap!

This sudden evacuation into the day bag was the first of eleven today. Humph!

Evening effort of the view.
Take within seconds of each one.

I was coming out of another sort of trance, and I saw the colour of the sky through the window. Grabbed Kodak Tim and hobbled to the kitchenette to get shots of the sunset before it disappeared.
Even in my state of mind at the time, I thought how beautiful the view was.
Peaceful, serene,
A magnificent scene,
Like part of a dream,
Not bad for an old sleeveen!
I’d better take another Codeine.

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It beat me.

Oh, missed my nosh photo off

Guess what it is?

Take Care Each!