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A whiner, crybaby, sniveller, up taut,
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Inexact, fallacious, outfought…
Coping with depression, in a dort,
I have fears and dreams, unsort…
My hopes are ready to be thwarted…
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The catheter leaked today I have to report…
A wee-filled slipper is of no comfort!
Accifauxpas: I’m awaiting the onslaught,
It’s time for my sausage and sauerkraut,
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Please contact the New Nottingham Adoption Agency, should you be interested in adopting Inchy. Hehehe!
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He has one or two ailments.
But is caring, if a little bonkers.
He can hoover, pet sit, & make a brew of tea.
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He’ll keep you topped up with nibbles & drinkies.
He talks too much and hears less (he is almost deaf).
Most of his carers just don’t listen anymore.
He doesn’t blame them. He gets confused as he mumbles.
And tends to rabbit on a bit.
 He easily forgets what it was he was saying.
Try not to over-ignore him; he sulks a lot.
If anyone is still interested, please call us. Hahaha!
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THURSDAY 18th AUGUST 2024
Dark.
Kitchen taken shots to catch the sun coming over the left read of the block of flats…
City Hospital, close up.
Then taken further out.
Chunky with liquid accompaniment. Haha!
I found time for a go on the crossword.
Got a few answered.
Balcony shot.
Carer Kara arrived. She noticed something that I didn’t…
WHOOPSIEDANGLEPLOP!
I was peeing down my left into the slipper that was slowly filling up with escaped from the catcher pouch wee-wee!
I was so embarrassed!
The closure tab was not shut all the way. Either that, or I’d caught it against something. I had a seizure at that moment.
Can’t recall the gal leaving.
Working on the blog.
ARRIVED yesterday.
Got it sorted and stored away.
Afternoon shot of the bottom field.
Getting a good few sudden dizzies today.
Carer Chris arrived. He took some shots on the spare camera.
Through the glass on the balcony.
Car park.
Then I took one of him of Christopher with one of his almost dangerous-looking expressions on. Hehe!
Getting late, I’ll get off the computer and get summat to eat.
See ya in the morning!
Good Morning.
Two shots of the sky.
Five minutes apart.
Taking the meal out of the oven…
And in came Carer Chris. Chris carried the food into the c1966, £300 charity shop bought, second-hand, wincingly grotty, beige coloured, not working, crumb-covered from the nocturnal nibblings, itch-making, uncomfortable, virus-breeding, easy-to-fall-out-of, recliner for me. Treated him to some nibbles and a drink, and after attaching the nocturnal catheter pouch, and he trotted of home.
Ate the meal with a 7/10 Rating.
I went to wash the pots before getting my much-needed ablutions attended to. 
, Chris forgot to check the taps and stove. The hot water had run cold, which put the mockers on my plans to do the ablutions, and I’d left the oven turned on! I was glad I’d not left the plug in the sink!
 TV put on…
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Talk about a busy, messy, confusing, frustrating day.
and I even found time to have a few short 
that didn’t help me to cope. I had several Unexpected visitors, welcome as they were, who took up hours and hours of the day. It is now 22:20hrs… and I’ve just started this blog. It doesn’t help with having to recreate the icons and graphics I stupidly lost yesterday. I’ll try not to waffle too much, but the unexpected events, occurrences, and problems while being visited by 
to have the yearly fact & figure updating interview. One while Carer Kara and then Carer Christopher were here. 
I woke up rather earlier, 04:14hrs. (I don’t think I’ll even get to bed tonight! (00:24hrs now). I’d passed much urine overnight.
Wee-wee too dark again, though.
I shelled the last of the pod peas. Initially, I wanted to have a meal, but with all the hassle and need to get this blog done, I didn’t have a meal. But of course, 
was on and off all day, even worse now, and missing a meal will do me little harm with the lard I’m carrying around my waist.
I found IÂ had made a brew of tea. It was near the kettle; no milk in it, and that was cold too
I opened CorelDraw and got some graphics created for the blog.
Suddenly I had to abandon the blogging to go to the wet room and Porcelain Throne.
forgotten all about it coming.
some time.
Again my stomach and innards sent me to the Porcelain Throne. This time the battle between 
and 
was closer. Not only that, the blood was a deeper red. Which indicated that the poor 
had been torn open. The freshly put-on PPs an hour or so ago were well red, as were my bottom and legs! Washing up yet again, having to boil water in the kitchen and carry it to the wet room, a high-risk task, but all okay.
I went onto the balcony for a break from making mistakes on the Wednesday blog. It appeared that it had been raining during the night. The mudslide 
near the end car park had returned. The petricor was smellable as soon as I opened the window. Not many people about this morning. Back into the flat, Carer Chris arrived. Chris pointed out that I was stuttering a lot this morning. I’d not noticed until then. After he’d gone, I made an order for next week, for Tuesday, I think, from Asda. I got a phone call from the District Nurse to say they would not be calling, but they will next week.
check and email me back if she found any. Which she did. She emailed exactly what to put on the Amazon search box. She said the same thing is cheaper from Argos, suggesting I get one from there. So I ordered one. Of course, with the delivery charge, it proved costlier than the Amazon one. I can’t win! Nothing new there, then.
Then came a threat of a £1000 fine via a letter from the Government about me not paying the full price for a TV licence. The letter added that they had permission and that someone would be calling to check that if I had a television, a prosecution would follow. Deana wrote down her telephone number, and when they come, I’m to tell them to ring her. Apparently, several tenants have had one of these red letters. 
The above sunset photos were taken, and then an hour or so later, the ones on the left.
Hehe, there was no catheter bag to put on. I had not eaten, and cooking while carrying the bag and tube is dangerous. There 
were no diabetic socks to take off, which I had not put on. He liked his treats and merrily went off home. Thanks, Chris. Have a good kip. I left the TV on, thinking I’d have time to watch it while eating the meal. It didn’t work out, lol. It’s 01:20 hrs
than never. Humph!
Just before it went over the horison, I, at long last, got a decent shot of the retiring Sun.
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Tired, deflated, and in a mind-haze, I got the much-belated meal prepared and served on a tray. I gave it a rating of 6.9/10 For flavour & taste, it would have been far higher had 
took over the Keep-Inchy-Awake Duties. She did an excellent job of it, too. Humph!
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Today’s main contestants in life’s pain and bother battle have been Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters, or rather, the difficulty of his battle with Neuropathy, Pete, in trying to get the cerebrum to identify the messages he was sending to the brain!  
Up around 05:00hrs. 
The rubbish from yesterday’s delivery of the damaged saucepans was put near the flat’s entry/exit door.
at the three new saucepans and try to photograph the damage.
today seemed to be okay.
I made up another bag of waste, and then, at long last, I got onto the blogging duties. 
Less chance of my knocking off the cooker!
The washing returned yesterday that I’d forgotten all about. It’s not surprising; I was in the land of nod when it came.
I cleaned up and made another brew of tea, Glengettie.
Back to the wet room. Conrad was in full charge again, but this time, my efforts to force things along worked, and four torpedo-shaped, rock-hard chunks created a slash 
up my bum as they hit the water. 
The fabric foam sprays were delivered at about 15:00hrs. I’ll have to ask a Carer if they can read the instructions for me and write them down later. 
torn little box, I found the instructions were too small to read. Even with the magnifying glass!
Out of the blue, a new pain came! On the top of my left foot, ankle-end. This was painful, a sort of fluctuating throbbing stinging kind. This bodes not well! I’ve already got Arthur Itis, a currently dormant ankle ulcer and Cartilage Chloe collapsing painfully on my left leg. I’ll be struggling to hobble around in the morning. (I always look on the bright side, Hehehe!)
eat yet. So I descended from bed and doubled up two ready meals in the microwave. I hoped it was soft enough for my teggies to cope with.
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giving way a few times. In fact, when Carer Christopher was visiting Thursday morning, he saved me from a 
tumble with his quick reactions. Thanks, Chris!
Still not good.
Off to the Porcelain Throne.
The lower legs had thinned, but around the knees, the Cartilages and behind the knees were bloated.
Front rubbish room balcony shot.
Made a mug of tasty Thompson’s Punjana tea.
I think the sky began to darken early.
Some 
was in a determined, mind-blowing mission to remind myself of all the things I loved but cannot get, enjoy or even do nowadays. 
or 
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lingering into today. There I was, sitting on the Throne, having a go at the crossword puzzle book, just seeing if I get some answers to the many not-finished
The first long, deep brown torpedo escaped painfully, followed immediately by splatterings from 
were tackled next. Starting with the hurtful, bleeding-again teggies. Then, the extremities needed cleaning in preparation for the medicationings. These were done before the shaving this morning. Another first for me is that I’ve always done the shaving first, but not today. I’ve no idea why. 
for Little Inchies 
cream. So I tried some Germolene to see if that eased it a bit.
It didn’t help, but it didn’t make things any worse, either. 
breasts and forehead, which was silly because I’d not done the shaving yet. Tsk!
both knees. To ease the pain from 
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ew that?
, the costly Cataract Blepharitis application process had to be done. The spray is no bother, but the drops I just can’t hold my hands steady enough to get it in right. Doing the pads is okay. Then, I waited for the regulation for 5 minutes and wiped it all off again from the eyelids. I would estimate the cost of liquid I missed the eye with that ran down into my mouth and onto my testicles from my chin, not to mention poor Little Inchie; it must have been about £10 worth every day I do this.  
The shaving was cutless! Yes! 
at hand, and of course,
Painkillers and some anti diarrhoea capsules were taken!
I put the kettle on and sorted the waste bags into one. I left it near the door.
or maybe it was one of  
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The sun did its best to get through today, but it couldn’t do it just like yesterday.
I made a brew of Thompson’s Punjana tea. I never got around to making one earlier.
computer and digested some of my favourite biscuits via a good dunking. Haha!
Arrived. A n
I found some potatoes in the only saucepan I had left. Humph! They were well seasoned with sea salt, pungent soy sauce and a drop of vinegar to eat later.
Great balls of fire!
I had a pastie, potatoes, and sliced fresh tomatoes for my meal of the day. 
I took this late shot while washing the pots and settled to get some sleep. It took me hours to nod off, yet
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Murky wee-wee.
Being depressed, I treated myself to an early cuppa.
Sorted out the waste bins into a bag.
Does this shot I took of the balcony door and Carers chair look to you like it does me, Garth Vader? Hehehe!
This is the third emptying of the catheter day pouch.
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, and smelt the burning coming from the kitchenette.
This had to be done with boiling water in a saucepan because today was the third time I had left the hot tap (faucet) to run cold! Grrr! I suppose my leaving it on a setting of 3 and not on a half for an hour didn’t help.
And yet, I still felt England would not win the Euro final; my EQ just knew. 
I had to make another meal. Not that thought I’d enjoy it. But I did. Bar the cement-like rock-hard bad-teeth-breaking beetroot, of course. 
While washing the pots, I decided to make a sign in the morning and put it on the kitchen wall behind the sink: 
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It’s too dark yet again. It usually clears a bit later.
Taken while getting the Nocturnal Cather Pouch unattached. The white spot is the flash from Kodak Tim.
Made up a waste bag and hoovered around the main room. 
So, I got the crossword book out. Flipped it open and started on the random one. I also got a few answers; I got two more answers anyway. Then, the pain started, which again caught me by surprise. All the signs were that it was going to be a Trotsky effort. To take my mind off the pain, I counted the cracks on the wet room ceiling for a while. There were 27 cracks up there, 
I think. 
didn’t seem too bothered by my tumble
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in the wet room and rose gingerly from the chair. Carer Christopher arrived
I decided a brew of Thompson’s Punjana was in order. I limped, with surprisingly little pain, to the kitchenette. 
The new nightshirt was delivered. I got it hung up to get into later when I’d shaved. 
I returned to the wet room, determined not to have any more tumbles, to get the shave I forgot about earlier done. I had a Porcelain Throne Mark2 visit. No chinks this time, straight to the slushiness if a regular heavily Trotsky Terence commanded evacuation.
It’s not a bad effort visually. But the beef and I found both bits of it between the grizzled and fat, was disappointing, as was the so-called gravy. So much for ready-made meals! 
Thankfully, the potatoes that I baked to accompany it were superb. They were seasoned with black pepper and some of the adorable No-butter butter, but even this did not fill me.
So I backed up the sad-tasting but good-looking meal by delving into my favourite biscuit box! Vegan cookies and Lemon Tartlets. They were nice!
Carer Christopher arrived. He took off my one diabetic sock. Dealt out the medications, and then I asked him to take a photo of me in the new nightshirt.
Chris took a few snaps, this one on the right being a first in many ways.
shakes on camera simultaneously. Bearing in mind that they are rare and usually do not last for more than a minute makes this all the more remarkable. I ought to be in the medical Gazette! Hehe!
was in no mood to be activated. As for her leader, 
is to blame overall, I think. But I could be wrong, of course. Perhaps 
failing was involved in the brain invaders’ plot to send me into another world of confusion. For all I know… which is more guesses than estimates.
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I got a dressing gown on, and the innards instructed me to go to the Porcelain Throne. So, I did. The evacuation was a half & half-style. It took a lot of effort to get anything moving. And not a little pain. I was convinced that Constipation Conrad was back in charge of the action. Thinking that this would take some time, I got the 
crossword book and started having a go at it. I was doing well, as well. Then came the rapid splurge of liquid evacuating; it was all over in seconds. Unfortunately, the mess it sprayed all over took me ages to clean up. There’s always summat goes wrong! And I’d only been up for 10 or thereabouts minutes! Then the morning ablutioning and medications were started.
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The morning rain rained down.
This is the second brew of the day, which should mean the last brew, as I’m restricted to only two mugs daily. I consumed it as I worked hard, confused about what I was doing and possibly making more errors than ever before.
The precipitation persisted for a while longer.
chafe at it. Hehe!  So, I think it might be getting better now. 
The rain was getting lighter.
I got a letter informing me that I will be made an appointment at the Highbury Hospital shortly, and they will let me know later by post. The photo above was taken on my last visit.
Only the odd droplet of rain falling now. I went on the balcony and took a Kodak Tim from the end car park, where the mud-slide was. Plenty of it, too.
I’m sorry I bothered with it, now! 
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again the server trolley wheel. To a certain degree, I swore, 
rather viciously, washed the things up and took this photograph from the kitchen window. I love it when a snap comes out okay.
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Memory promoting from photos from here on.
. Messy!
Then I carted them to the kitchenette, putting the things away in storage, the freezer, the fridge, the cupboards, the floor,
I took some Kodak Tim photographs along the way. This selection had a bottle of disinfectant (Lemon), bleach, and washing-up liquid.
Here, I have a Milk Roll, sliced bread, kitchen towels, bicarbonate of soda, soda water, and some of the economy kitchen towels, which I 
use to clean my spectacles, hearing aids, and cough into. Thick-skinned red potatoes are used to make baked spuds. Small fresh tomatoes and quick 
to cook potato cakes. A ready-made feast of cooked meals. Lamb Hotpot, Jamaican patties, Cumberland pie, and a sweet & sour battered balls meal.
I’m not going to starve! Hehehe! 
There was still room free in the fridge after packing everything into it.
Made a diversion to the wet room. For another of the 
in control, but only just this time. I sensed a possible resurgence underway from 
s, all through the afternoon, broke my already fragile concentration.
The drizzle stopped and the grey skies turned a lovely blue hue. 
It looked to me, as the right ankle ulcer covered with the compression wrapping was doing better. That was because the wanting to scratch at the itching had returned. On the other foot, it looked like that ulcer was brewing up to do a bursting out. I can’t win. I dread the thought of having to walk with both ankles erupting and both Cartilages giving me grief. I’ll never be able to get to the surgery, clinic or hospital. Thinking this gave me a dread of having to use a wheelchair. Please, I hope not!
I took this evening’s snap from the kitchen window and then worked out my plans for the daily meal. The ready-made 
meal with the shortest sell-by date
grotty, no longer working, dirty beige, anti-sleep designed, c1966, second-hand bought for £300 ten years ago from the charity shop recliner, to watch the end of the ‘Heartbeat’ programme. 
as the first adverts came on the screen
Then I smelled the potatoes cooking in the oven… 
oven. 
I acquired the standard burnt finger on the oven racking. (I Germolened it.)
some Germolene-flavoured Bisto lamb gravy, adding a drop of Winiary Przyprawa seasoning into the mix. 
lamb hotpot contents out of the tray on top. 
Passed wind, bleached and drifted of into another mind-blank or sleep.
Carer Chris arrived and laughed when he saw the T-shirt that Sister Jane bought me a few years ago. He took a Kodak Tim snap of it and then of the sun setting from the balcony windows.