Inchcock Today: Saturday 22nd October 2022

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I actually got some sleep last night. I admit, not a lot, but the sleep lasted more than for the last three nights put together – 5-hours!
I woke around 05:30hrs, and after pondering over what day it was and what needed to be tended to… out of the blue grew! I was sure that something favourite suspected, , was my most regularly committed one, of leaving a hot water tap running.

If anyone was taking a video or filming in the flat for the next ten minutes or so. They would have captured enough comedy material to sell a series of comedy sketches to a TV channel! Of course, it’s all just everyday life to me! Here’s how I remember it going:


❶ Flapped about to get free of the recliner, and instead of getting up on my feet, my bum hit the chair, then the carpet. Bump Bumped! But this only delayed me for a minute. Somehow I got up on my pins within seconds? (Or, did I) I soon regained a modicum of control in my mission to check every room.
❷ Even though I could feel and sense the blood coming from Harold’s Haemorrhoids, I had to do these checks; whatever happened!
❸ Into the kitchenette, all the usual checks, windows, oven, stove, microwave, slow cooker and the taps (faucets). All clear there…
❹ Checked the front door, which was locked as it should be. I did unlock it then, as with getting up late, there is a possibility of the Carer arriving early.
❺ Into the wet room – I gave the door frame a shoulder charge as I went in – Luckily though, and for the first time ever, I hit my left shoulder on the door – thus, I avoided waking up or disturbing or damaging the right Covid booster arm, by clouting the right shoulder. Having semi-satisfied , you can never guarantee this fully; I returned to the front room to get my clothes on and get the brain running.
Brian Ricks, Charlie Chaplin and Del Boy to have performed what happened as I got the trousers on, any better than I did. Of course, for them to do it, needed a script, but my performance and facial expression needed no acting. Again though, to be fair, I couldn’t see my face; bewilderment, I imagine, is one word anyone seeing it might happen to use. Here’s the rundown as best as I can explain it:
❼ I got the trews on and knew I would get the ablutions done next and medicate the poor . I quickly pulled the belt to close the buckle – (bearing in mind these belts were only bought 3 or 4 weeks ago from Amazon). The buckle shot off, hitting the computer screen at the other end of the room, and the perfect trouser drop (Comedy-wise) was performed! I later found the buckle pin, three rivets and an unidentified metal ring on the floor.
❽ The belt itself fell limply to the floor, hitting a !

This ended any of my enjoyment of or seeing the funny side of the occasion. And not a soul, other than me, to see the happening. It just doesn’t seem fair to me! I could have had a belated career as a comedy writer! Humph! Mind you, with my blog followers list being so high, I should be content. They both occasionally email me.
To the wet room next. , Teggies, teeth, and then shaving. Kept down to just two mini-ones. Then under the shower. After today’s start with the trousers, somehow, I enjoyed the unrushed showering session greatly. Oh, and the showering, I kid you not, was free!

I fear something of a mind-blank happened here!
When the memory returned, complete with the ‘brain-freeze’ results. I was in the right predicament because I did not know what I was doing on the computer in the slightest. I’d got the Blog open, CorelDraw, the Ode Writer on Word, the calendar and WordHippo all open! Something I never do; is open so many programmes, but there you are… as lost as I am, presumably.
On the memory pad on the side of the computer, it said, “Took photos”

Which I show here on the left. Apart from the fact that they obviously made bad efforts at photography, I can tell you nothing.

Ah, the next line, which may or not be helpful, says, ‘ Inspired?

It also appears that Carer Sam had been, and we had a chat and a laugh. And the Pentac bottle dose-pot, I found wet on the kitchen draining board. So I knew she’s been, I looked up, on the Meridian record folder. I can’t remember washing it, so I assume Sam did it for me? A vague memory of walking her to the front door and wishing well as she took the waste bag with her?
Aha, I vaguely remember doing this line. Took a photo of the flats in town, then zoomed in to take a close-up of the block. No reason why I did this on the pad.

I assume something witty, clever or interesting must have come into my mind? (They do that sometimes, you know – the last time was about 1966).

Found a note written on the wrong pad, and I realised it was for today, but only when I read it: Four visits to the Porcelain Throne in three hours! I bet I bored Carer Sam with that bit of news? Hahaha! Maybe not. Sorry the mind-blank to the memory away, now.

And after doing the checks again, I set about sorting out what it was I was up to with the computer. It must have taken me hours to get sorted… Well, partly understood. Then I got the Friday blog finished and posted off. By then, it was about 14:00hrs!

Pretty confused and not totally content with the mind-blanks increasing. Glad I’ve got the face-to-face with Dr Vindla coming up on Tuesday morning. I shall try to be a bit pushier when telling her the facts of what I’m going through. It will be interesting to see what she says, and I might learn if she is ignoring was worries, as it seems to be to me. But of course, as I am nowadays, I just don’t know.

The was Kylie who arrived, and she got the medications sorted. She was in a hurry, but she kindly read the first part of this blog about the trousers and said it read hilariously and that I should show it to the other Carers. Hehehe! That cheered me up magnificently! She took the bin bag with her as she left, and I clearly remember locking the door.

Oh, better do them, belatedly…

I finally got on with creating this blog – sounds so easy, doesn’t it? But, no! 
. What did I do? I’ll tell yers! I’d made a base template for Sunday, and I started this blog on that one! I even got confused when copying and pasting to the right post – and had to start afresh again! However annoying as this was, I handled it with more aplomb than the earlier cock-ups; because I’d cheered up since Chloe’s visit. I hope I’ve not got the Carers’ names mixed up? Worrying about this is all part of the attention from . The never existed until after Doreen started calling. The Memory-Blanks, either. If, and I’m not saying I expect, the Doctor ignores the signs again, I shall have to swap Doctors. Although, there is nothing to indicate a different quack will be any more interested in listening than Dr Vindla, either. Rambling on again there, sorry!

Well, with all the farcical events today, it is already four hours beyond my usual Shut-Eye time! And I’ve not had anything to eat yet. I shall have to get something quick and get my head down.

Oh, blimey, I’ve just remembered the mushrooms that I put in the slow cooker – around 15 hours ago!

I took the top photo just after putting them in the bowl. I’ll go to photograph what they look like now… back in a bit…
I hope.

The bottom two I’ve just taken.

Shrunk a bit, haven’t they? Hehehe!

I had a job prising the mushrooms out of the porcelain bowl of the slow cooker. The scalded finger will heal. I had to manually pull most of them out, but it wasn’t worth the pain and effort. Still, if I need something leather-like to mend any holes in my shoes, I’m already set up?
So, no mushrooms with the rice tonight, fair enough. I get the meal made mushroomless, of course, and catch up in the morning in the event that I wake up, of course.
TTFN.
Sunday AM, late, very late, updated this blog.
Found this email from Amazon. Checked on the tracker, and it’s not yet dispatched.
Made the most belated meal; BBQ rice (microwaveable), with 7-Mediterranian roasted vegetable sauce heated in the saucepan. A lemon yoghourt. and got settled. No mushrooms, of course!

I was going to have the last two microwave sausages; I even put them on top of the microwave to remind myself. As far as I know, they are still there.

Yet again, Sweet Morpheus was reluctant to permit to nod off. Even putting the TV on didn’t help. It must have been four hours before sleep came – then it was another load of weird dreams with it. Humph!

The Stigma of Dementia stinks!

Inchcock Today: Monday 1st August 2020

I’m sorry that I woke up!
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06:15hrs: I woke; I wouldn’t have bothered if I’d known what was coming to me…
I was partly forced out of the recliner, but the need for the Throne to be used. It went tremendously well, as it happens, but as I stood up to get the ablutions done, I realised there was water near the shower drain. I checked the power-point, and it was off. The showerhead was dripping water too? Flummoxed, I turned on the power, I turned on the shower, a little water dripped, an alarm sounded, and a red light flashed, so I turned everything off.
I’ll have to ring Deans at 09:00hrs and Meridian about the transport that didn’t come for the diabetes course on Friday.

Got the health checks done. SYS 142, DIA 56, Pulse 76, and the body temperature was 34°f.
The wee-wees were far too frequent for my liking, but there you are; Ageing and ailments, you know!
Put the figures into the NHS DVT check site and was pleased to see me barely in the red zone.

Richard arrived. With the kerfuffle of the shower Whoopsies, I’d forgotten to unlock the door. Tsk! The lad listened to my problems and filled in the booklet the Diabetes sent me with my details. He read something of the small printed advice note to me, but my hearing was not good, and he spoke a little quickly. Understandable, as he had another call to do, he did his best to set my mind at ease… but nothing less than getting the diabetes mess and shower repaired would ease my mind. On his way out, a lovely lad, Richard, took the waste bag to the chute.

I started this blog template, and soon it was gone 09:00hrs, and I could call Deana and Meridian for help. I rang Deana; first, the call was diverted. Then called Meridian, who was also redirected to their head office. I didn’t want them involved, so I rang off.

Made a brew of Thompson’s Punjana and tried to ring Natalie again. I did feel a fool – I’d intended to ring Natalie and was chattering away and realised I’d rang Deana! to blame. She resisted laughing and kindly said she would ‘pop in’ later to take a look at the shower. Has a lot to answer for, of course; in my younger days, she was referred to as ‘Going-Potty’, ‘Losing-it’, or Blind Bonkers. Hehehe!

The wee-wees were getting more often, and Little Inches Lesion is getting sore at all the handling he’s having – Please don’t start Bleeding, mate!” I think it could be worse, though. How? At least there is only a tiny bit of, very little .

Another bonus is that the fluid retention in the right leg and foot seems to be lessening this morning. Hobbling about is a lot easier than it was yesterday. Got a bit of colour in the plates as well? Good, or not?
Hello, he’s off again. Thuds, clangs, boings, and the usual tap-tapping concerto from the noise maestro above.

I went into the wet room to see if the floods had decreased. They had, but not by much. The water does not appear clearly in the photographs I took on the left. I must remember to ask the expert in photography if my little Canon camera has any settings I can try when picturing a wet view to see the water more. I must remember.
I took this one earlier when I tried putting the power on, then when the alarms and lights lit, I hastily shut it off. Better safe than sorry.
The amount of water on the floor seemed the same as earlier. I’m not sure the drain works without the power on. Then again, there is so much in life that I’m not sure about nowadays. Mainly due to the stroke and  .

Getting on a bit now; midday coming up. If Deana doesn’t arrive soon to phone for help with the shower, I may have to go without it until tomorrow. The shower is brilliant for cleaning the three daily areas that need doing before medicating. The Little Inches Fungal Lesion, and Harold’s Haemorrhoids.

I made another brew, Glengettie, this time. I espied these two dogs having a sniff around in the bottom field. Their tails did a lot of wagging, Hehe! I was well-pleased with this photo. I zoomed in from the 12th-floor kitchenette window.

Snapped this one of the horizons, seeing as far away as the M1 motorway, just out of view furthest away. Basford, Bulwell, City Hospital, Nottingham Prison, the Romanian slave building, and Sherwood. Within this view, there have been nine murders so far this year. There are flats available here if you’re interested, and over 60? Maybe not, though! The sky was almost cloudless but still beautiful. The clouds increased minutes later.
I tried again to contact Meridian Care (Care? Hehe!) Natalie. I got through and told her that the lift for the Dementia Meeting didn’t arrive. Reply: “Yes, I’ve been swamped and couldn’t get through to them!”  I inquired why I had not been informed. She did apologise, at least. But it’s putting me through a lot of anguish, not knowing! When I explained about my not getting help with phoning and reading, deafness, Dementia, and Cataract’s are making life complicated and busy for me. Natalie asked why the Carers were not helping during the extra hour on Fridays. I knew nothing about this. Again a lack of communication. I thought the charges had gone up steeply. Now I know why. If I want any phoning or reading done, I’m to leave it until Friday each week, with no one available on Saturdays and Sundays. And, the Carers can call at any time from 06:0hrs to 08:40hrs. So how can they phone anyone for me?

Good heavens, it’s bad enough being hard of hearing, having Cataracts, knackering my vision, panic attacks, and Doreen Dementia causing confusion and memory losses.

“How dare they say; “Don’t worry, we’re sorting it”. Naturally, I was so pleased and grateful to hear this. I did stop worrying! – then, not only do they not sort anything but put me in deeper poo with the Diabetic Session transport failure – And not advise me of their let-down? Now, I have got to beg Deana to help me out with the mess and the shower, and it’s gone 13:00hrs, and she has not got to me yet. So, I assume it will be too late to bring attention to the shower today and will have to wait another day at least… Or at best, get a late call which means my already deprived sleep will suffer even more by trying to stay awake; late! It’s not doing my health any good. I am not a happy chappy.

Deana departed, and she is a busy gal. Minutes later, I went to the Porcelain Throne and realised I had not mentioned the flood and shower not working to Deana! So I phoned her and told her. She said she’d call maintenance straight away. So if they do come today, it’s going to be late, and in case they do, I have to stay awake to hear the hardly audible intercom ring when they arrive. If they come tonight, or not, perhaps? I am not a happy chappy. Most likely, it will be in the morrow when they respond. What time is anyone’s guess? I shall remain showerless and stinky, then, I suppose. I am not a happy chappy.

Awaiting the arrival of Meridian’s Natalie, still. If she comes, as she told Deana, she would be doing. Will she be too busy, I think?

Well, I’m going to get some fodder sorted out. Not feeling too bright now, although after Deana’s attention, better than I did earlier. Just maybe some ♫ Food Glorious Food ♫ might help. Nothing fancy, tomatoes and veggie burger should do me. Back in a while… well…
Three wholemeal baps, chips, tomatoes with some ketchup dip, and a lemon mousse dessert.
I put the burgers in the oven, expecting them to be cooked by the time I’d spread the cobs, sliced the tomatoes, and got the plate ready on the tray. Then realised I’d turned the oven on, put the chips (fries) in, but forgot all about the vegan burgers! Idiot, fool, twit, dumbo!

So, ate most of it, scoring 7.2/10 for flavour. Put the food tray down and drifted off into a deep sleep. Until being woken up by ♫ Oh, Susana ♫ from the door chime two hours later. It was Sasha or Sarah… maybe Samantha, but call her Sam. Yes… Sam, I think. Soon got me sorted, slipped her a choice of treats, and did not go with her to lock the door. Why? Well, Deana had not let me know if the maintenance was coming today or tomorrow, or even at all, to mend the shower. So, I have to stay up in case they do call later on tonight.
Christ, he’s banging away upstairs again, at 22:25hrs, now! As inconsiderate scumballs go, he’s got to be one of the most effective! The  Turd!

In other words: Bad Luck Spreading

NOT A LOT OF PEOPLE KNOW THAT: They do now!

Droopy, eye-lidded, tired, and struggling to see, I pressed on with this blog and got it posted off to WordPress. Fighting heroically to stay awake just in case anyone arrives to sort the shower tonight. They didn’t.

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THOUGHTS ON THE LAST CRAP FOUR DAYS…


Could any Monday have gone any klutzier?
Mind you, Fri, Sat & Sunday were no cushier,
To get through these days of such mental torture…
I needed a stout heart, resilience and some tincture!
Let downs, failures, and cock-ups have been friskier!

I just want life to go easier and cushier,
The ears and eyes are worse… as is Doreen Dementia,
I don’t expect to get any healthier or fitter…
But why am I in a state of constant dysphoria?
I expect as I age to feel more poorlier…
Why have I contracted Arithmaphobia and phagomania?

I fear I may have also got habromania…
My brain and memory have both caught ecdemomania!
A Covid outbreak in the flat’s got folks in a fluster,
Anymore Whoopsiedangleplops, and I’ll go dafter,
I hope my insanity is only a temporary squatter.
On the bright side… there must summat for sure…
Ah, yes! I’m bald, so, no need to pay for a coiffeur?
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TTFNski!

Inchcock Today – Sunday 2nd June 2019: Exipotic wishes and hopes, came to nothing! Hehe!

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Sunday 2nd June 2019

Sunday 2nd June 2019

WD 0.0.0 03:45hrs. I woke, noticing I had still got the diabetic socks on, Humph! Three hours enjoyed, kip I estimated.

I remembered that neighbour Josie wanted her cheesy-potatoes meal today, instead of Saturday this week. The thinking through what was needed had to take a breather, due to a rather sudden need for the utilisation of the EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-wee bucket). I was pleased with my egress from the £300, second-hand, c1968, grungy-beige rickety recliner, and gaining my balance.

WD 0.0.0 The bucket, held in the right hand, shook all over the place as I tried to contain it steady. But it was no bother to use it! Was this a sign of things to come. While wee-weeing, the need to use the Porcelain Throne arrived! I got the stick and hobbled to the wet room. What a session! Hard, painful and a long time coming, needing much forcing, too. Phwert!

7Sun11aI decided to leave the slept in socks on until later in the day, and set about hand-washing the extra-large, warm, long-sleeved shirt. I used the liquid soapflakes from Wilko and added some of their freshener granules. Hung it up over the sink to dry, as I usually do, with carefully placed pots to catch the drips falling from the hanger.

I got the medication morning dosage-pot made up last night put ready, it’s too early to take them yet, but seeing the pot near the computer, should remind me later.

I got the computer on, and the moment I tried typing, I realised my idea of letting the fingernails grow longer, to hopefully help with the electric-shock-like shakes, was not working at all.

WD 0.0.0 So, I set about with the nail-clippers to cut back the nails. Which proved to be extraordinarily portentous and yet annoying at the same time! The right-hand nails, using the left hand, took me about three minutes to do. The right hand, using the right-hand, took me ten minutes to complete. How I managed without cutting any flesh was impressive. Smug-Mode-Adopted!

7Sun02I then purposely took a photo from the new unwanted, light & view-blocking, thick-framed, with glass panes to clean that need a step-ladder and one that cannot be reached at all windows. To see if I could hold the camera steady enough. The answer was, No! I had to rest the Canon, as best I could on the impossible to clean and warped inside of the window frame to get a decent shot.

I changed the setting on the Canon to S=small for the pictures. But they are still coming out massive?

WD 0.0.0 Back to the computerisationing again. What a farce! So much for cutting the nails helping things. All over the place, the fingers, as soon as the tip-ends touch anything. Terrible enough on the keyboard, but the camera is taking endless time to get focussed, too! Humph! Wee’d-Off-Mode adopted! Hehehe!

I made a start on finishing off the Saturday blog. I was hard work, time-consuming and with a bedevilling, irksomeness annoyingness. Grrr!

WD 0.0.0 As I put the kettle on again, I had to go for a Porcelain Throne visit (Two?). And what a dissimilitude to the earlier session. It was of egregariously massive proportions, soppy, wet, and messy beyond apprehension, this time! I actually sat having a go at the crossword book, while waiting for the action to terminate! As soon as it did, a wee-wee of record length followed immediately! Then there was the time and effort needed to clean things up! Still, I did get a few clues answered in the crossword. (Alright, one clue, Tsk! Haha! Gawd knows why I’m laughing!

7Sun15The sunshine was out, and the shadows forming as it came from behind. So, I took a picture from the new unwanted, light & view-blocking, thick-framed, with glass panes to clean that need a step-ladder and one that cannot be reached at all kitchen windows. While making yet another brew to replace the one that went cold while I was on the Porcelain Throne.

WD 0.0.0 The pictures were still coming out massive, I checked on the Canon, the S setting showed up as being set. I must be doing something wrong? Nothing new there, then!

Late, very late, I got the blog updated and sent off. Made a cuppa for the one that went cold again. Took the morning medications and made up the pot for tonight’s doses.

Made a start on this post – and yet again had to return to the Porcelain Throne. Oh, dearie me! A complete repeat of the second visit. Perhaps even messier, and I didn’t get any answers in the crossword either!

WD 0.0.0 I did notice that the pins were not in such a good a condition as yesterday. Nowt new in that, they are always changing, every day. I’d not got the camera with me, so I cleaned the place up, by the way, the aroma I left behind this last visit was putrid! Just thought I’d mention it, in case any Doctors read this post, who might like to offer some advice, on Arthur Itis, Williams Water-Retention, Alberts Axonotmesis. Allan’s Ataxia, Terry’s Transient ischaemic stroke, or Peter’s Peripheral neuropathy, free of course. Hehe!

7Sun01I returned to the front room and took a picture of the legs. Lumpy, blotchy and the sock-rings showing where I’d forgotten to take them off. The fluid retention looked a lot less, and for once, the legs seemed to be the same size. The paleness doesn’t show, cause this room is darker, I think. Unless it the new camera?

I rang out the hanging shirt, and once more made a brew, to replace the one that had gone cold again. Tsk! Got the potatoes in the oven for later.

Started this post off proper. I stopped computerisationing, to get the ablutions tended to. Back in a bit…

WD 0.0.0 I got somewhat discomposed, and woolgatheringly lost the plot a bit. And found myself, with rediculous-timing, considering I was about to take a shower and shave; set about hand-washing the bath towel! Left it to soak a bit further, when the stupidity of my actions hit me. Muttered some words of self-admonishment, and went off to get the ablutions done – but again got side-tracked and called at Josie’s door and rang the bells. To make sure she was in and ready for her Cheesy-potato meal around 12:30hrs, but no answer.

7Sun18I got the ablutions tended to, with an interruption for a marathon wee-wee. Possibly as long as the one eight wee-wees ago. Hahaha! I enjoyed the shower etc. despite dropping the soap and fresh air spray.

The pins were looking better, and possibly with a little more blood in them? Fingers crossed!

Got redressed, and called to see Josie, no answer again. Oh dear!

I took three bags to the waste bin on the three-wheeled trolley and rang Josie’s door on the way back. Still no answer.

7Sun19I wrang out the bath towel out much as I could manage, and put it on the airer to dry, slowly of course, and it will need turning often, to make sure it all dries out properly.

Back on the computer, and Josie rang my bell. Said she was in the shower. The good news, if I can get the timing right, 12:30hrs would be fine for her meal to be delivered.

I updated this diary a bit and then got on with cheesifying the potatoes and into the husks. Back in the oven to brown them off.

I spotted two people with two little dogs, from one of the houses in the lower field, using the cut through. I took a distance shot and zoomed in to take a picture of them as they entered the house. The first time I’ve seen it used since it was upgraded. I wonder why other householders don’t make one. It must save a hell of a lot of walking?

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I put the above on the computer, went for a wee-wee, and then it was time to check the cheesy-spuds progress, 12:05hrs.

7Sun38Got the nosh for Josie served up; Tuna chunks, tomatoes and some glorious looking cheesy-potatoes. I took it to her door, but got no answer, oh dearie me, again!

I returned to my place, disappointed that I cannot keep it warm, the potatoes shrivelled when I tried it last week.

Back to Josies, no answer again. Getting frustrated now.

2019 Mar 2Checked on my nosh (cheesy-potatoes) in the oven, and turned them down. Back to Josie’s, and she answered. Phew! Handed her the meal on the tray, and wished her happy eating. Then, back to the apartment and served up my dollop. And tucked into it. I didn’t make to big a nosh this time, and ate it all, along with a sourdough baguette, that I did leave some of.

During which, Josie rang the door bells, chiming out the tune of Dusty Springfield’s ‘I only want to be with you!’, to return the tray, cutlery and plate. It seems she liked it, and she gave me a tin of tuna chunks to use for next week.

I finished the fodder and washed my pots. Still early, but I took the medications and got settled in the £300 almost mediaeval rickety-recliner, to get some sleep in and catch-up. Of course, my plans failed miserably. I ended up watching some rubbish on the TV, and even that failed to find sleep for me. Huh!