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Inepticated Inchy: Wednesday 12th June 2024 – Accifauxpa!

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I’m even further behind with the blog this morning. Today was busy, which naturally sunk my plans, intentions, and concentration into non-existence.
Hence, I’m so far behind with everything. The seizures were fewer today, but some lasted for so long.
No help with the finances, but Carer Jenny helped with domestics. Mopped the kitchen and wet room floors for me. Hoovered around, not under anything, but the gal was running out of time. Thanks a lot to Jenny.
On with the dairy…

I woke at around 05:00 hrs after a terrible, broken, dream-filled, ever-waking-up night I’d sooner forget about. I struggled out of bed. It’s surprising how some mornings are so much more challenging than others. I soon discovered the reason for this morning’s bother. It was down to two things; , and agony coming from  . The swelling behind the patella and back of the leg hurt the moment I moved the leg. Trying to get my balance, a normal routine, was not assisted by my right ankles and PN shocks kicking off.
I emptied the pouch, made up a bag of all the bin bags, and left it near the front door.
The innards grumbled, rumbled, and ground all at the same time. Just as I passed the wet room. Nice and convenient that was. This session was almost identically as messy as yesterday’s, but boy, did it funk more! Yes, it did! I did my teggies and washed, medicationalisationing various bodily parts in need. I had to put some cream on my underarms; they were red and so painful when I moved. But I could not remember which cream to use. Over the last few days, I tried the acne cream, but it made them worse. Then the barrier cream, that made things even worserer! This morning, I tried putting Germolene on the underarms. I’ll ask a Carer in the morning to ring the Doctor for me, and ask for some more suitable cream to use.
I removed the catheter bag to take this shot of the swollen,
and kneecap. Should Saint Peter send me back to earth at the gates, I’ll ask if I can become a Doctor this time, a Neurologist and Psychiatrist. Just in case I need to self-treat myself in the next life. Cause nobody is interested in this life. In fact, I’m even losing interest now. Hahaha! I think I’ve used the wrong photo above?
I took this terrible picture from the kitchen window as I made a mug of Glengettie tea. The urologist only allows two cups a day, but over the last three days, I’ve only had one! I just seemed to go off of it. But the pangs returned today, and I think I had four mugs of tea. To assuage my guilt, I used  Lacto-free milk. Most of the tea went cold, as I kept making mistakes and errors on the blogging!

Back to the flipping again. A bit of a mess again.
arrived a little late, he said the timings had changed again. No one told me other than Shaq. Medications, diabetic socks put on, and we had a little natter.
I started making an Iceland order and got carried away. They had some offers on full cases of Lucozade and Coke. After making the full order, I ordered some, but I realised that I’d spent £88. I put the full order on screen, only to find that almost everything was unavailable! The £88 was now…
Nine items were unavailable! I thought about this later on. I suppose with it being full cases, they may have been available only at the shops, not on deliveries? I made up the minimum order and sent it off. I forgot about the potatoes I’d thrown away that had gone off, so I amended the order, adding a bag.

arrived to do the medications and some domestic work. Jenny was her usual jolly self. She mopped the kitchen and wetroom floor at my behest. And had a quick hoover around the place for me. No financial help this week.

The subsequent catheter day pouch emptying went differently.
Bubbles and bits of what I assume were my prostate floated in the urine. A decent colour, all the same! A couple Kodak Tim’s blotches there.

Afternoon and late afternoon photographs of the view from the balcony window here.
Nothing spectacular, but I found them fascinating. I still can’t understand why, but I do.

came in. Medications were given, and I took his Health checks, blood pressure, temperature, and pulse rate. He had a very high diastolic of 92, which worried me a smidge. I’ve had higher, but that is to be expected with my problems. After the lad had gone, I analysed the results on the NHS site. It came back as Hyper One Low. So, it was not as bad as I’d expected. His SYS was lower, which balanced it a little, I think.

I pressed with making a pig’s-earhole of the blogging.
Over the next two hours, I kept nipping out to record the beauty of the evening skies.
I still can’t get used to it being so light now that we’ve changed the season to summer.
The last one brought to mind a Zeppelin. Loved the C-shaped bottom cloud.

Then, it had to come; I’d not had one for two days…
I noticed the mess underneath the Carer’s table and stretched with the picker-upperer to retrieve a tablet and bits of silver foil on the carpet… THUD! Down I went on my knees! Cut my lip (as I thought, it turned out to be a bleeding tooth) on my way down. The pure agony from both knee cartilages was bad enough… then I felt the urine valve leaking on my leg! I’d caught the tap and opened it! So, that at least stopped the leak, but the more painful, risky and time-consuming mission was to get back up on my feet again!
& were the most significant handicap. The pain even had me wincing! After repeated failures to get up using the recliner and , I was on the verge of pressing that alarm wristlet. But I knew what would happen if I did. The operator would ring for an ambulance. They did this on the last two occasions I’ve tumbled. The first one, a bad one, I lay on my back. The lady rang for an ambulance and kept checking on me. Not that I could hear her, flat on my back, with the microphone facing upwards on the cabinet. As with every call, all I needed was for her to ring the Carers and ask for help getting me back on my feet or in a chair. 4 hours later, the ambulance had not arrived, and I somehow got through the agony, from sheer desperation really, cause the Catheter bag was chocker-block, and I feared it would burst.  
Anyway, I got up then after 4½hrs, and she cancelled the ambulance. I didn’t think I would get myself up, and I was on the point of pressing the button. From somewhere, my grit and determination flourished. I managed to go through the pain barrier and into the c1966, £300 Oxfam charity shop bought, second-hand, wincingly grotty, beige coloured, crumb-covered from my nocturnal nibblings, itch-making, uncomfortable, positively unhealthy & dangerous, no longer operational, virus-breeding, easy-to-fall-out-of, Catheter-tube-trapping, recliner. I had to sit there for a while to recover from my efforts and the pain. I found the  . Well, leaking. Both kneecaps and Cartilages calmed down pain-wise amazingly quickly. The toe nail on my right foot took the lead as the primary pain player!
The tablets, tinfoil and empty tablet boxes are still underneath the Carer’s table. And there they will stay!
Pain? Agony? Embarrassment? Yes! But I am a heroic pain-bearer, brave, and not in the least bit concerned over such a trifling , I treat them with mere frivolity flippancy and see the amusing funniness they can cause. 
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I turned off the computer and gingerly hobbled along with my walking stick to the kitchenette to make a meal.

I was in the kitchen for a long time, prepping the vegetables and trying not to cut myself. Haha! While preparing the food, I stopped several times to record the changing evening views. Each one was delightful to me.

I do love the clouds. But why?

Here’s the nosh.

A vegan meatless pastie.
Yellow and red peppers, courgettes, beetroot, sweet potato, red onions, sugar snap peas, and cubed white potatoes were all sprayed with olive oil and cooked in the oven. I added the pasties later, so they were cooked simultaneously.
A small pot of clementines in orange jelly followed.
Bootilicious!
The last picture was taken when I was busy washing up. The red area under both armpits began to sting again.
I am lucky, you know!

This was an easy one; even with Cataract and Glaucoma problems, I found them within 10 seconds.

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Hasta La Vista!

Impatient Inchy: Sunday 9th June 2024 – Gloom!

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I’m sorry, but it’s another quickie blog. I’m afraid I got the depression glooms in the afternoon. I feel sorry for myself, and the Cartilage injury makes any movement painful. I think I may have to go to the hospital in the morning if there is no improvement. It’s a miserable day for a miserable Inchy! Grumpy, self-hating, and lonely curmudgeon. Hehe!

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Scary colour. Mind you, with the tumble, expected.

Late morning shots.

Feeling moppy. Got on with the blogging.

Med-morning urine – definitely blood in there!

Forced Missen to tidy the bed.

Took three snaps from the balcony Ahead, down and right.

The sun was covered for a while.

Put this old graphic on for some reason, or maybe it was no reason. Can’t think why.

Oh, dearie me. I felt the wet, warm sensation emanating from the Little Inchies area. The fungal lesion was bleeding now,
Took me ages to clean the lesion and stop the flow.
Then, the depression started.

I made a CorelDraw graphic using part of one I made last month. Was I trying to get a laugh, maybe?
I could do with getting one.

I missed the star, Humph!

Got some rostis & last of the fresh vegetables in the oven.
Turned off the computer. Feeling sorry for myself again.

I got an email from Lisa-Ellie. Such an angel she is. That made me feel guiltier at how I felt. ♥♥♥ All she copes with, I wonder what her star sign is?

I did make a little in preparing this one.
I forgot that the beef was in black beans, and I also cooked some vegetarian sausages. Ah, well, I ate it all up!
Yummylishious!

I got the things washed up and snuggled into the itch-creating, bruise-giving, catheter-tube-tugging, ageing, whiffy, crumb-decorated from my nocturnal nibbling, God-awfully uncomfortable, cringingly grotty, no longer working, dirty beige-coloured, anti-sleep I designed,  c1966, second-hand bought, for £300 ten years ago from the charity shop, recliner. I tried to stay awake so that I’d hear the door chime when the carer arrived to take my socks, attach the nocturnal bag to the day catheter bag, and slip me some painkillers. 

Apart from the odd few minutes of nodding, I stayed awake. I even turned the TV on, so the light from it helped me not to nod off. It was getting harder to resist temptations, so I rose from the £300 second-hand shop-purchased, c1966, welt-causing, uncomfortable, not-working, itch-inspirational, crumb-containing recliner and into the kitchenette, taking this shot.
But all was in vain! The Caregiver did not turn up, the same as last week. I must remember to check the bill when it comes in. But these things happen, as they did last week as well. He/she may have taken ill or had an accident.

Took me belatedly into his grasp!

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Arrivederci!

Incarcerated Inchy: Friday 7th June 2024

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A smidge dark.

A morning view

with blotches.

I was going to try the new Tena pants… But I realised I had some of the bulky Morrison ones to use up.
So, I adorned them instead.

The first day-pouch emptying was a mammoth event.
Over 400ml. But a better colour.

Front car park view.

I was undecided on what to make for tonight’s meal. Nothing unusual about that!
I prepped some vegetables, which are ready to go in the oven later. I’ve added carrots, swede, red onions, potatoes, and leeks, and I will add some tomatoes later. Then, I looked at what I could add to it in the meat department. I’d got some veggie sausages and a Cornish Pasty. Undecided, I thought I’d make my mind up again later on. It was far too early to get the veg done, so I covered the round oven dish and food in foil and put it in the fridge so it kept fresher.

While catching up on the blogging, the mouse stopped working, and the keyboard went on strike, too! It took me hours of trial and error to get it right again. I checked the batteries and senders for the mouse and keyboard. Then, I had to press the Reset option in Windows. I had already lost a lot of work because I couldn’t save any. Frustrations came forth, quickly perused with a gigantic depression. Is this the end for the computer? Did I do something silly without realising it? Grrr! The reset started, and everything was still letting me do nothing. I was now terrified. I did not want to be in! I could not save the other work I’d done either, and I turned everything off as the MS option buttons were not accessible!
In despair, I meandered onto the balcony to calm myself down.
I took these Kodak Tim shots, one straight ahead and the other to the right. As you can see, I caught the balcony. Hang on, I got this wrong. These were taken from the kitchenette window; the one on the left was from the kitchen window.
I get confused easily nowadays, you know. Hehe!
I returned to the computer… and , everything was working again? I was Ogleboggled! But pleased!

The clouds were thickening, but still no rain.
I was so weary and irked I  turned off the computer, but not without a bit of prayer that it would come back on in the morning. I added some sugar snap peas to the oven dish and got it cooking in the oven.
I added some vegan cookies to the JS order earlier.
I photographed the beautiful blotchy sky shot of the sun going down.
Carer Chris came, and he got the medications sorted. Again, later, for the last call, he took off my socks for me and put on the night pouch.
He was in a hurry; it was time for home to go home now. I started the computer up to see if things would work again. The mouse took too long to activate, but at least it did this time. In thanks, I slipped him a Jerk Patti, and he selected a drink to take.

I pottered about cleaning up the mess I made while I was doing the meal. Then I took this ‘blotch-hiding’ picture of the early morning view from the kitchenette.

My eyes are perfect, but why has the red kettle been ringed? It looks the same to me.
Ah! I can see it now; the handle has moved!
Well, I got two of them in nine seconds. Hehehe!

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Cheers, and Have a Good Day!

Incel Inchy: Thursday 6th June 2024

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A speeded-up minimum diary this time.
So late updating from here onwards, on Friday morning.
I hope to tell you about it tomorrow. Well, it’s tomorrow already. I’m confusing myself again!

Not a good colour.

Blue hue to the morning sky.

Four waste gags into one.

Sorted out the nibbles stock & reloaded the Carer table pots.

Carer Chris arrived while I was doing my ablutions. He pointed out that the neck shaving I thought I’d just finished doing was not shaved. Thanks to Peripheral Neuropathy, Pete, I cannot always have a sense of feel when touching things;  as today, I couldn’t feel the stubbles of neck hair that I’d missed. So he got the razor and saw them off for me. Thanks, Chris!

I carried on with CorelDrawing for the top articles: The Ode, Snippets, Horoscopes, and other graphics. But it was taking me so long that time ran out. Humph!

Amazon Delivery.
Nappies… I mean, Protection Pants
Nappies stored below the drinkie-treats.
Expensive Diabetic socks. But it is worth paying the extra for these Diabetic Snob Socks. Work a treat, comfortable too!

Pareidolianiable and Bootiful.

A ready-made black bean and beef meal microwaved.
A whole-meal baguette soaks up the liquid. Before cooking, it is added to the dish with chestnuts, red and green peppers, and a jar of black bean sauce. Slurp! Much of it ended up on my billing stomach and Protection Pants. Haha!

I made an order with J Sainsbury’s for next week. I hope that they have some Lemon Tartlets and Maryland Vegan cookies in stock this time. 

Another pareidolianiable and bootiful view of the evening skies. I hope you can see what I do in this one.

I see only three circles?

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Inkle Inchy: Tuesday 4th June 2024

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Possibly, just perhaps, well, at least in the last week, this morning was the oddest one yet. For a variety of reasons, which I will no doubt get mixed up and out of order. But I’ll do my bestest to explain.
04:20hrs: First, I woke up with an unexplainable… well, Zest!
I found the nocturnal pouch of urine to be a lighter colour than of late. An urge for a mug of Glengettie came next, and off to the kitchen, I poddled to get the kettle on. Then, I took a snap with Kodak-Tim of the morning view and realised it was only 05:00 hrs. I decided to have an early wash and shave, being as I was feeling almost chirpy. (I knew it couldn’t last, so I made the best of it.)
Then I noticed that the kettle was not working. I toyed with the connections and plug for a while, but it did no good. It wouldn’t have it! But on top of the cupboard was a kettle I bought about a year ago. The problem was, how do I get it down from there? I ended up using the long picker-upperer carefully, but I got it done safely enough. However, the base plate was still up there and at the back near the wall. My desire for the tea drove me on. 
After a little thought, I fetched the 3-step ladder from the junk room. I could only manage two steps, thanks to , in particular, the back of the knee emitting severe pains. But my determination to get a brew of Glengettie was strong! 
I managed to reach the plate using the small picker-upperer. Finding that it and the kettle needed a good cleaning up before using it. 
This is when the stubbing of the toe took place.
Undaunted, I got the dust of and out of everything and the kettle on the boil. 
Moments after taking a photo of the Jenny donated china mug on the left, is when I knocked it off of the counter with the dressing gown sleeve. I caught hold of the mug as it bounced off of my overly abundant belly. Thus, spilling some tea on the gown, me and the floor!
My previously rare morning zest was flattening down now, and the idea of making another mug of tea did not appeal to me. I felt a brooding coming on.
I got all the waste bags sorted and placed them near the door.
Then I decided a darn good wash and shave was called for. So, I took off my dressing gown and wobbled along to the wet room. The wobbling was caused by the catheter fitted yesterday, which has a thick, massive, long tube. The release valve tap was so low down it rested on my foot! It was not easy to reach down to empty it, which was my first task as I got inside the wet room. 
The favourite was again in full control of the evacuation. Cleaning up was a heck of a job, and it was difficult with the long catheter on and using the walking stick.
Still, I freshened things up and cleaned my teeth. The bleeding soon stopped. There was a funny incident that I realised about much later when I got around to uploading the photos. I dropped Kodak-Tim from the dressing gown pocket later, and while making sure nothing had broken, I took the selfie above, catching the image in that shaving mirror, Hahaha!
The shaving ended with a cut count of only two; oddly, one was on the ear lobe? Beats me too! 
I get the body scrubbed up; it takes longer nowadays. What with the monumental girth I’ve acquired since I’ve become flat-bound, bending down is so difficult and painful. The Cartilage Girls & don’t help. I suppose on the bright side, if I ever tumble forward, I’ll have a chance of bouncing back up. Hehehe!
Then, I decided to mop the kitchen. I used the Flash speed mop for the job—a mistake that was!
It appeared to look okay afterwards until I walked into the place. The soles of the slippers stuck to the tiles, and I could hear and almost feel them squelching as I walked on the floor. 
Now, my mood was almost reversed to what it was earlier. I noticed many bits of something very small still stuck on the floor, and a Carer mopped it last week. So, I had to get the mop and bucket brought into action. Gathering several leg bruises on the way from the walking stick as I mopped one-handed, then found somewhere to lean again, to bend painfully down to hand wring the mophead. I even got Kodak-Tim out a few times to record my progress. Now, I was worried about my sanity. But I was pretty happy with this second proper mopping job done. 
As I went to clean and store the mop and bucket, I realised that I’d not done the morning medicationings for many regions of my story, plump, wobbly body. So I did.
I put on the Acne cream. Then, I applied barrier cream around the fungal lesion and barrier creamed the tops of the inner legs and the ever-growing stomach fold. Then, I Germoloided Harold’s Hemorrhoids. I put on a fresh dressing gown, made a fresh mix of spring water, put the old dressing gown in the laundry bag, and noticed the clock. It was 08:55 hrs. 
I’d been so concentrated on and frustrated with the Whoopsies, cleaning, and farcical morning that I wondered if the Carer had been and if I’d forgotten about it. I checked the Carer’s log, and there was nothing on it for this morning. At least I didn’t have to worry about that.

Later, Carer Sam arrived. She listened to my tale of the morning’s woe; bless her. Finally, I made a belated start on finishing off yesterday’s blog. I was calming down nicely.

, sod-it! The Google and Firefox thingies went down at the same time on me!
I could do nothing for an hour.
I tried all the usual stuff, but the mouse was working, not the keyboard.
I kept getting messages coming up that meant nothing to me. I was near to dismay.
Then I got Norton Messages telling me a series of numbers were safe; no action was needed! Was Google healing itself?
I gave up and turned off the whole shebang.
I was sitting feeling sorry for myself when the intercom sounded. It was the delivery of Medical stuff from Vyne. Boy, did it take some sorting out?
Yes, it did. I had many things on my mind and worried about the computer, too.
I didn’t know what all the things were for, but indeed, they must be connected with, for, or part of the dreaded and disliked
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They look awfully complicated to me. But, then again, so do women, Putin, arithmetic, Judges, the Conservative Party, and Doreen Dementia.
Ah, I recognised the painkiller jet thingies that the nurses shoot down Little Inchie when they have to put new tubes into him. Oh, they are good! Haha!

When I returned, I turned on the computer with my fingers crossed. Well, I never did. Google was working again. I was nearly too stressed and tired to appreciate it at first, but a semi-imitation joy crept through my brain all the same.

Carer Christopher arrived. I gave him a cold drink and a bar of chocolate. I chatted away, but he missed most of what I was saying as his fingers belted away on his mobile phone. Hehehe!

I pressed on with starting this blog. It is now past 21:00 hrs. What a day! Where did it go? I’ll read this and find out later.

A caregiver is due on the last day, anytime now. So, I think I’ll put the vegan slices in the oven. Well, I’ll put the stove on, and it’s ready to heat up.

I finally had the meal of the day and enjoyed it, although the incident with prepping the potatoes slightly tempered my enjoyment.


I’d got the instant mash into the bowl with some sea salt, basil and a large knob of No Butter, Butter. Then, I added a packet of grated Leicester Cheese to the mix. I added some freshly boiled water and was about to set it to give it all a good mixing. Then I noticed some mould on the bits of cheese! 
I’d discarded the good-dated packet and kept the just-out-of-date packet of cheese! Luckily, the unopened packet was retrieved from the waste bin after I chucked the bowl contents into a bin and re-cleaned the bowl.  I had to start the potato prepping all over again. Which meant the veg pasties were tastier. I thought the cheesy mashed potatoes were Pareidolianiable. Can you see the chick or rabbit on them? No? It must be me, then. Hahaha!

At last, a photo to be proud of was taken. The blotches were all hidden in the dark night clouds. Is it like the surface of the moon with a volcano erupting? I may ask the Tate Art Gallery if they’d take this one. If not, I can always display house bricks on a wooden palette, 2024 style. I could spill blood on them, break them up for them. I could call it Putin’s Pallette, perhaps? Haha!

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Improcerous Inchy: Friday 31st May 2024

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Due to the calamity, I had no time to create Local News Snippets. Sorry. It’s Saturday morning, so I’m well behind with the blog overall. After the hospital, I waited patiently for the District Nurse, who said she would return with the catheter implements, check things, remove the old one, and put a new one into Little Inchie. Unfortunately, she did not arrive.
So, now I don’t know whether to ask the Carer to change the day pouch, which should have been done on Thursday or not.
I suppose there is a chance that the nurse will call on a Saturday. But I could do without it, with so much blogging to catch up with. Here goes…
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Dark.

Waste bags.

Morning view.

Zoomed horizon.

Whoopsie!

Templates had to be made. Took me hours and hours!
Hoping the nurse would call.

Ready-made smoked haddock meal tonight.
Looking forward to this; back to the template
work while it is cooked.

Sadly, I didn’t enjoy this. Humph!

Back to the templating. Carer Chris arrives. He said he had known District Nurses to attend at night sometimes; he’d seen them. I’d been watching ‘Heartbeat’ while doing the templates, and I am concerned that I may not have heard the door chime if they had called. Then, I remembered they did not press the chime; they just came straight in if the door was not locked, which wasn’t the case. The catheter is beginning to sting a bit now… at the tube’s entry point. Say no more!

I was tired, so tired. But I tried to stay awake longer just in case the nurse came after all. She didn’t!
I can’t imagine them coming on the weekend for a routine job?

So, just a chance of a nurse calling,
I’m not thinking of any cavorting!
Just the Catheterisationing,
Although the pain can be crucifying,
Less chance of any coagulating,
It will have me celebrating,
I’m not moaning but clowning…
Back to grinding computerisationing,
Then do some self-cognoscing!
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Ictuated Inchy: Tue 28 May 2024 Short on sensibility and perception

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Confusionabalitis was in constant attention today.
The headache I’ve had since my last is finally getting easier, annoyingly slowly, though.
The times that I lost the plot, even of what I was thinking at the time, let alone doing. But not early in the day. I coped easily with creating the ode? I enjoyed doing it despite the regular errors, which I hope I found and corrected.
I am aware that I’m struggling more and more, and I expect to. Yet even with the seizures and mind blanks, there were periods of such clarity – fair enough, they didn’t last long. I felt almost another person, or at least a younger me at times… again. I think they lasted between a moment or two up to half an hour or so. each time I had to communicate with a Carer, and a few times when I was doing the talking (usually moaning about some ailment or other, Hehe!), I completely lost what I was saying or going to say. Yet, in the Comment Section on WordPress, I seem to get inspired. Is that the word to use? My concentration and interest peaks. No sooner than leaving the page, the bafflement returns.
If, by some miracle, a medically mentally trained person should read this moaning tripe and can explain why this is happening to me, PLEASE let me know. I fank You! 
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05:15hrs: I stumbled out of the bed, which I couldn’t recall getting into, and was on the bottom of the fall bar. I laughed it off.

I wobbled off to the Porcelain Throne. It was an odd evacuation. As were the following five other visits throughout the day. I’ll not mention them again. I released and emptied the , and the Memory-Blanks started. They didn’t stop. I think came first. This is when I began to lose what I was talking about.

I made the three waste bin bags into one large one and placed it near the front door. (Well, I don’t have a back door, Hehehe!)
The Porcelain Throne visit #2 was made. It was in the same mode as the earlier one. I had a wash and got the medicationalisational needs tended to.
The ankles and legs looked even better this morning. I wish I could say the same for Chloe and Carole Cartilages. The swelling behind was a little delicate when I lifted the leg or genuflected that knee. 
Which, of course, had to be done when getting the mature, expensive nappies on. I mean, Protection Pants on. Haha!
The food order arrived.
I got the nosh stored away in various places.
No shortage of feed now. Cornish Pastie, Lamb & Beef patties. Turkish beef, potato rostis, potato hash browns, Vegetarian sausages, Surimi chunks, whole milk, spring water, medical plasters (I shan’t be eating these!), cans for treats, and a few pots of baking powder. Oh, and pork pies.
Carer Shaquille returned as I got on the computer. It was better late than never.

Looking a little bleak out there.
The blotches were back again today on Kodak Tim. Tsk!
As the afternoon went on, the Mind-Blanks increased.
I struggled with blogging all afternoon. 
Lost words, misspellings and grammar errors. (Picked up by Grammarly). 
I took a few breaks and shots of the view from the kitchenette window through the afternoon.
We had none of the forecasted storms. There were just a few spots of rain when it threatened to storm, though. But it didn’t last very long, just for a couple of minutes.
After the teatime Carer Christopher call, I concentrated on preparing and presenting the meal. Hask browns are mini pork pies halved and blotched with tomato ketchup. There are some very lovely small vines of UK tomatoes. A large pot of orange jelly will follow!

I was still looking. Haha!

I Kodak Tim’d a final horizon shot of the ribbon of unique colours on view from the kitchen.
Can you see the bird, fish or lake in this picture?

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Ingordigious Inchy: Saturday 25th May 2024

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The effects of yesterday’s tumble and loss of blood were felt today. After spending so long on the Ode, I got the blog up to here, which is more than it’s ever taken me before. A much-belated headache and I seem to have awoken the recently calm and unbothering me, Dizzy Dennis, who is unhappy with me. So from here on, things might get minimal, basic and mistake-ridden. I could be wrong, of course.
I’ll take another Codeine and press on.

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At first, I was worried about the urine being so dark, but I realised it must have been the kerfuffle when I fell in the wet room yesterday, so I’ll not fret yet.

The NCC electrician called. She was a friendly gal who quickly replaced the socket. In appreciation for her help, I was given a nibble and drink. I’ll have to get a new lampshade.

The plaster on a mammoth, massive 2mm wound on my head was showing a little blood, but not a lot, as Paul Daniels used to say. Hehe! The Carer took these photographs using Kodak Tim. The redeye looked to be well-receeded. Did I spell that right? Changed it.
Took a snap of the lovely streaky clouds on view.
Then, the headaches began. They’ve stayed with me a;; day so far. (20:60hrs)

I gave the new cheapo camera to Carer Chris. It is no good keeping it. The handle allows two fingers to go through it. The battery cover is loose and very delicate. I shall continue with Kodak Tim despite the occasional blotches that appear in the pictures. And the USB connector it very stiff to get in and out of the camera. And there is no lens cover on it, with fiddly tiny buttons. I think maybe I bought a child camera. Still, that suits Chris. His missus can have it. He likes it too! Good for him. 

Got the bags sorted out.
I ordered some plasters from Asda. They are so much cheaper than the Amazon ones I looked at. But I did see they had some Brut splash all over and deodorants at a fair price. I ordered some. It should be coming tomorrow. In time I hope for when the Carer takes off the plaster from my head. Just in case it bleeds again, the Brut might sting a bit, but it’s usually a good shaving cut bleed stopper.

I pressed on with the Ode, not even started on the blog yet.
I thought this Kodak Tim shot of the houses opposite the flats came out nicely. Smug Mode!
Note that the smudge or blotch is back on the screen and photos again. A smidge disappointing cause I thought that these two photographs came out okay; otherwise.
Carer Joanne called. Glad she is feeling a bit better – unless she is fibbing. Hahaha!
Carer Chris took the Laundry down for me and returned it later. The socks came back wet again; all six sleeves in the dressing gowns were inside out. So, everything is normal there. Haha!

I’m not feeling up to much now; it gets worse as I get tired.
It’d help if this bloody headache eased off. I took my limit of painkillers. Yet I’m so glad to say that the lower regions are not tpo painful at all from the catheter tube. I can’t last, of course!
I don’t feel hungry enough to bother making a meal. I’ll have some seaweed crisps and tomato sarnies… well, I might.

I’ve had a go at the WP reader.
Amazing photos from New Mexico, Paul’s poetry that captures the mind, and Andy, the cat we all love, from Doug.

Wonderful Cloud Formations.

What do these bring to the mind of a Pareidolianist like Inchy. ?
Is it a whale?
Is it a bird?
Is it a lizard?
Is it a shark?
I can see every one of them at the same time.

This headache is still with me, with a sort of throbbing, if that’s the right word. Carer Victor called, and he got the socks off. The  Medications were given, and the nocturnal catheter pouch was attached to the day bag.
I hope this head pain-throe stops soon. It’s not like me to have headaches… well, it wasn’t until I had butted the sink or tap.
I didn’t appreciate how bothersome the belated headache could be until today. Now, where’s the Codeines?

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Ipsographic Inchy: Friday 24th May 2024

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04:10hrs: I stirred back into this beautiful, energetic, passionate, loveable, happiness-enriched, appreciated, happy wakefulness of life.  
However, there was a minor miracle, I have to say. Although the usual pains from both cartilages were soon rampant, now here this… there was no titter-od-a-pain from Little Inchy’s Fungal Lesion or even Little Inchy! Fantastic! Oh, also, up to now, 17:15hrs, not a single shock from the !

I hobbled to the wet room to empty the nocturnal catheter pouch in the WC. It was not a good colour again this morning, and my blood pressure was too high. I decided as it was early, to get the ablutions and medicationalisationings done after tackling the evacuation. 
Trotsky Terence was yet again on form.
More watery evacuations, like I don’t think I’ve ever suffered before. I guess those sausages don’t fit well with my innards?
By the time I’d stripped, a matter of maybe five minutes later. I was back seated on the Throne again. 
Did the teggies, cleared the nose, and got the shaving tackle ready for service.

I started shaving, and things seemed to be going pretty well. Then, I had a sudden
And at almost the same time, who gave way but, .
I suppose it might have been called lucky, as I fell onto the sink. It was all over in a few seconds; although I was wobbling and hit my head on the tap, I didn’t hit the deck for once.
I sat on the for a few minutes to recover.
This was when the blood flowed onto my face, cheeks and chin from my head. I’d got Kodak Tim in the dressing gown pocket from taking the pouch snap earlier to try some selfies of the wound. As fast as I cleared the blood, it was coming again. Only one thing for it, I thought. The after-shave stops the blood and stings, but it is so effective. Not this morning! I must have spent an hour or more trying to stop it. I went a little fuzzy-minded at this stage. I refound myself in the kitchen. I returned to the wet room to check if I’d left the taps running. I could see the pile of kitchen towels and toilet paper with bits of blood on them. There were some in the waste bin, and for some unknown reason, I’d spread others around the toilet seat? Still, it let me take a snap of them, Hehe! Then, I found the blood-soaked plaster on the top of my head. The box of plasters was in the kitchen, so I cleaned it up; it was still bleeding, so I put two thick plasters on it after trying to see if the Brute would work this time. What had happened was a bit foggy in my mind. I’m unsure if what I’ve written is exact, anyway. I’ve just had a thought! Maybe the persistent flowing blood was shooting out with the help of Dementia Doreen, thinking she was under attack? Har-Har!

I cleaned what must have been the most minor cut ever and put another plaster on. Then I meandered out onto the balcony for a nosey around, taking care that the dressing gown was well closed, as I had no socks on nor Protection Pants, and I was aware that if I had not, the tackle would be on view from below. 
The few minutes on the balcony, like yesterday with the police incidents, were just as interesting. First, I saw about six magpies in the car park mudslide having a bath together… Seconds late, about ten crows appeared and saw off the magpies in no time.
Then, a poor fox appeared from the trees, and just one of the crows made for him, diving at him or her until he disappeared into the tree copse. The poor fox seemed to know what would happen when he saw the crow. He kept stopping momentarily to assess where it was, then shot off again. They say things happen in threes. I wonder what tomorrow morning holds for me. Hahaha!
I thought of my cyber-buddy Tim in New Mexico. He’d have some good photos, but mine disappointed me. Other than the blurry bottom photo, I could not manipulate things quickly enough to catch the fox. I felt so sorry for him. I imagine he would have been trying to collect food for his/her little ones.

I went back inside and changed the bloodied plaster again. As I was putting things in the kitchen waste bag, I was so glad to see Carer Maryham arrive. She immediately mentioned how white I looked and asked if I was alright. Then she saw the blood coming from the plaster. She replaced it, and again, I tried the shaving lotion to try and stop it. No joy. 
Maryham wanted to ring for an ambulance, which I was against. It had to stop eventually. I suggested she rang 111 for me to get advice. I couldn’t hear the conversation, but Maryham said they were sending an ambulance. 
While waiting two hours later, Sister Jane called to see if I was alright. She’d had a call from someone about me having an ambulance for a head wound. 

The 111 lady rang Maryham back. They talked, and Maryham said we’ve got to get a clean cloth and press and hold it firmly on the wound (which apparently was the size of a small pimple) for at least ten minutes. If it stops or continues to bleed, ring them back to inform them. So, I had ten minutes holding and pressing a cloth on the pimple, and Maryham said the blood was barely leaking now. She rang 111 back, and they cancelled the ambulance, thank heavens. And thank heavens for Maryham. When she arrived, she was just finishing her shift and had to phone someone to take her young daughter to the nursery school. Bless her! I insisted she had some nibbles and a drinkie, at least. Saved the day she did! 🤎

The next few hours, well, almost as soon as Maryham left, I got Dizzy Dennis, Fog-Minded-Francis and went into so many flipping seizures and or mind blanks that I got to the stage of wishing the ambulance had come now.

When Carer Joanne came, things got better. Listening to her tell me about the horrible fall she had last night was like bonding—a double bonding, actually. She also has a catheter. There have been no more seizures after this—up to now.
The Social Prescribing team lady rang. I explained that Carer Carer was on holiday and could not assist me with the questionnaire. She was understanding. I rang Jane back to tell her about the incidents, and I was alright.

I’m blogging away, but for an unknown reason, my sight was far more blurred than it had been. It was hard work—and still is. It could be due to the banged head, but I hope it clears soon. This is not good.

Carer Chris arrived. He gave me my medications and put the bulb back in the socket, but I was too nervous to put the light on anyway because it was so loose.

The NCC electrician arrived. A cheerful young lady. She replaced the lighting connections, and now I have light!
Someone famous once said that… didn’t they?

Late now. Gonna get some grub!
I got many electric shocks from the left ankle over the next three hours. (I spoke to soon?)

The chips in the oven were nowhere near cooked, so I took what was meant to be one snap of the interesting getting dark night view of the sky. My habit of pareidoliaising was put into practice with these. Can you see the eyes of the creature? The dog’s head? I must get my eyes done again.
I got the meal served up. It was not one of my better ones, to say the least. The chips were not good. They were so bad I later threw away the rest of the bag from the freezer. Tsk!

Pareidoliaising, on the last Kodak of the day.
Can you see the creature coming from the left with its mouth open? Hehe!

Even I found them, although it did take me a bit longer than the estimated 10 seconds. Tsk!

Coup de grace, an Ode, art-deco,
May your follicles flow,
And any bad luck, never show, 
May you hang onto your Mojo,
May today’s events, each scenario,
Leave a warm afterglow.
Hoping everyone says to you, hello,
May the day show simpatico,
Be free of snide and innuendo,

My catheter’s full; I’ll have to go…

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Ineffectual Inchy: Tuesday 21st May 2024

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Carer Chris helped me today with setting up the new SD reader, but I was too tired and worn out from the pain to try to use it. (This morning, the pains were less frequent until I got the ablutions done, and they are back again!) 
Less details on this blog. Cheers!

Well-blooded urine this morning.
End car park in the rain.

No Carer Kara to help me while she’s on holiday for a fortnight for the 2nd day, I forgot to ask Carer Richard to put the diabetic socks on for me and then forgot when the midday Carer arrived. No wonder the legs are thickening up again.
Vascular Vanessa’s eruption bases are showing already.

Iceland order.
Plenty of sausages?
A mixed bag of treats, bread & cleaners.
Joy! Lemon Tartlets!.

This shot clearly shows the mess made in the wall breather. They told me they were coming back to sort it out, but that was in September 1989. I think I let them done by living so long. Hehehe!
Another visit!

I’d not been taking many photos. Sorting out WordPress photo gallery updating the wrong pictures, and even the right ones are often inserted as a different one? Arrgh!
When I got around to making the nosh, and taking a photo of it, I realised that I’d left the SD card in the computer. So, although I’d only taken a handful in the afternoon, none of them were gettable. Arrgh!

Carer Christopher made his last call. He looked at the mini-disc and got a handhold on the camera, but I’m still waiting for him to get me a carrier so I can use it on the current USB board. He questioned the pain I was getting from the catheter, as the new to the flats chap above, as he put it: ‘Has no trouble or pain with his at all!’ That cheered me up!  I pointed out to him about my having Cancer lasered, the small size of Little Inchy, and the medications I was on may affect things, such as the Finasteride tablets that the so-called specialist recommended that the Doctor puts me on for a month, that may reduce the size of my prostate and allow me to manually pee again. She’s still got me taking them now, a year later? Not that I will ever find out, cause since starting, the Community Nurses were to take out the whole contraption and give it overnight to see if I can pass on my own so’s to put it. They’ve only done this twice in over a year. Looks like I’ll never know?

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