Vision worse as the day goes on

Undeclutterable-Minded Inchy: Sunday 25th August 2024 Harangued Today!

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Slept for a full 3 uninterrupted hours. 03:00hrs to 06:00.
The nocturnal catheter had not been put on. Silly I had forgotten to attach it! The day bag contents looked dark again. Later, Carer Ayu classed it as being a six on the NHS scale. Getting out of the c1966, ÂŁ300 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, was a lot easier than scrambling out of the hospital bed. But, more painful to fall back into when gave way as I stood up. The bed has a definite advantage to fall on; it’s so much higher!
Another long session was spent on the . The usual practices were carried out; a go at the crossword, but no answers were found this time. I counted 22 cracks in the ceiling.  started and kept up his long run of guilt accusing, and Ant-Inchy put-downs.
I gave up and had a wash, accompanied by escapades of smelly wind from the rear end! I put on a fresh gown, olive-oiled both of the earholes and took a Senna tablet in hopes of encouraging some movement from the rear end.
Next, I creamed and ointmentated various gargantuan-sized wobbly belly areas requiring the same treatments.
I hobbled off to the kitchen to decide whether to make a mug of Glengettie tea. Arriving at decisions has not been easy for me lately. The brain goes off at a tandem. I consider the NHS two mugs-a-day ruling… is it too early? Will I want a third cup later tonight? Could I care less? I made one. And let it go cold after I’d started on the blog!
I wiped the mug and prepared it for the next brewing of tea later on. Then, I took this photo from the kitchen window. It doesn’t show well, but I saw some items on the bottom of the upward-trodden path. I zoomed in close to identify what they were. I’m still not sure. Possibly, a bottle with red liquid in it. I have no idea what light-coloured things are. Should I have used the Macro when I zoomed in so far away or not? I didn’t. I’m confusing myself here! Snapped the sun coming up from behind in this shot (Right).
I was working on the ode of the day when Carer Ayu arrived. He put the diabetic socks on my legs. Well, it’s better than putting them on my arms. Hehehe! Ayu administered the medications, and we shared a mini natter. I worked using CorelDraw and WordPress for a while. My concentration was a little better this morning, but it didn’t last!
I had a misleading idea that the rear-end wanted me to visit the .
As you can see, it was a hopeless effort yet again. I wonder if there’s a chance of an explosion from within, with the ether being created in the building up of mass in the solid matter. Hahaha!
Darned uncomfortable feeling.
I did my best. When I started, I had one solution for the crossword, but I had a lot more when I gave up on the motion moving anytime now.
Will I implode instead?
I took even more of the anti medications. I’m unsure if it was safe to take any more, but I can’t read the minuscule printing of the inserted instructions leaflets.

I made another brew of my beloved Glengettie tea.
Nice and strong!
Pressed on with this blog. With staying up so late yesterday, I’d got some done ready.
I was on CorelDraw and was alternating with this WordPress blog, and got blowback pains from the catheter tube stuck in Little Inchie. Had a look and, to my utter amazement, found the pouch so full, hard and heavy; it had tugged at Little Inchie, causing some bleeding again.
When I emptied it into the measuring jug, it showed 840ml! In an hour. I wish the community nurses would allow me to try peeing manually again. I’d hate to think I could and had had the darned on all this time and didn’t need it. What am I thinking and saying? As if anything would go right for me! pillock 
Ah, genuine rumbling from my innards this time. I’m off to the Throne. And yet again, no evacuation!
Plenty of pain, though. 

Five minutes after getting back to blogging, I was on my way back to the wet room. This time… Action Stations Alert! After a lot of effort, struggles, and phenomenal pain, at last, the blood-covered, almost cube-shaped lumps of concrete passed! Ahhh!

When Carer Precious arrived, I just had one Paracetamol because I’d just taken a few sprays of the toothache painkiller and didn’t want to mix the different types.

I made a start on tomorrow’s ode.
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FOOD TIME!
MEAL OF THE WEEK TODAY
At the point of perfection!
Delicious Beef in black bean sauce. Onions, leeks, and peppers are yellow and green. Liquid smoke was added to the extra-strong gravy. Basil, sea salt, oregano, beetroot juice, black pepper and spirit vinegar!

Carer Richard arrived as I nodded off in the poorly-aged, grotty-looking c1966 made, charity-shop-bought, horribly beige-coloured, ÂŁ300, Harold’s Haemorrhoid-testing, non-operational, acne-giving, virus-breeding, rickety, easy-to-fall-out-of recliner, after cleaning the pots up.
He looked a lot better than last week. But of course, we shared ailments that we both know will only worsen. He said he’d call again in the morning. Hope he has a calmer night shift.

What an evening view I took from the kitchen window.
The wind was getting up again out there. The gold and brown showed up wonderfully well.
I did a bit of pareidoliaing with this shot. I found a bird’s head and a whale and got pleasure from looking at nature’s beauty.

I returned to the computer to catch up a little with this blog.
But it didn’t last for long. Crumple-Grips! Mini Seizures took over. My concentration was destroyed. I’m not complaining, though, cause had been kind to me most of the day. Of course, now I’ve said that… Wait for it!
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BONUS ODE
All the best to you and all in your abode,
I’ve just watched a ‘Heartbeat’ episode,
I may be selling my second-hand commode…
Then to the Porcelain Throne, I bestrode,
My teeth still ache; well, they’re getting owd,
Many broken, coming out, and yellowed!
New ailments weekly by the vanload,
Worries, fears, jealousies I can’t unload,
Always something to discommode,
I don’t see any of the twittering sparrows,
They used to fill the local hedgerows?
I hear voices, see faces in the shadows…
I can’t swim, but I paddle in the shallows,
Take photos of the sky through my windows.
Also, of the grass, trees and weeping willows…
This reminds me that I must get some new pillows!
I forget my telephone number & postcode,
Left taps running, the sink overflowed,
Can someone adopt me? Put me in ‘Happy-Mode’?
Doreen Dementia wants me to explode!
Stuck in this flat, alone, cocooned!
That’s enough, too-much, I have moaned.
Sorry about the aforementioned.
Pots to wash, I’ll get myself aproned!

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Farewell – Hope you can find some fun!
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Declinist Inchy: Sat 24 Aug 2024

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This may sound odd (but not to me), but it is true.

For most of today, I’ve felt like a malcontent, grinch, drag, miserabilist, doom-sayer, inconsolable and pitiable, sad,  comfortless, inadequate, mardy, shameful, irrational, and an old self-deprecation-ridden misfit with the mopes.
Moments of depression like never before.
And yet, there were moments of almost the reverse. I’d lose the prophet of Doom mode entirely. Finding myself singing, unworried, accepting, almost uncaring of what was happening?
Naturally, these sessions of freedom were in the minority.
But, so welcome while they lasted.
Concentration and confusion seemed to intertwine.
After a Caregiver called, I had an hour of uninhibited, sod-them-all pleasure. Up to now, I’ve only had two photographing sessions. Hell, it’s raining again, as it did earlier. I’ll get the camera out and go on the balcony again. See if the mudslide in the third car park has started yet.
It’s been a befuddling day. I feel that something is going to happen shortly that will be life-changing. E.Q. tells me this will not be a medical or physical problem. He’s rarely wrong, and I get a ‘within 48hrs warning from somewhere.
This does not bode well.
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Back to darker again.

NUFFIN!

I took a series of Kodak-2 shots from the kitchenette window.
The first one shows mist in the distance. The M1 motorway is just out of view over the horizon.
The second shot is not a good picture by any means. A smidge on the blurry side. But you can’t win them all, can I? Hahaha! The third effort taken, I zoomed in on the Nottingham City Hospital, which brought to mind the waiting list I’m on  for the
For a bladder check-up, I’ve forgotten the name of the procedure.
Then, there is another close-up of the local dwellings nearby.
Finally, I took a shot down to show the Chestnut Way front car park. Or at least part of it.
I hit my head, closing the window. Hard to believe, I know!

Made a start on the blog updating.

Raining shots with the spare camera.
From the balcony this time.

Another no evacuation evacuation.

A little more rain.

An early, tasty meal.

Obviously, the blanks and seizures were rampant. Thus, there are no details or exciting bits to add.

Did anything I miss happen today?
The photos are 85% skies?
Still, the state I was in could be worse.

Ah, missed the sun on its way down.
It didn’t get through often today.

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Constipation Conrad was still in full charge of the evacuations. I had to do the ablutions so late at night that I had to contain the urge to howl out with the pain! Before things started moving, I had a go at the crossword and got four answers. 👌  And I had a cut-less shave!  👍🏻The showering had a couple of dodgy moments, but no or .
The only bit of farce was when I was trying to reassemble the catheter contraption. I struggled with the strap; I’d threaded it in okay, but when I stretched the retaining strap to tighten the grip, it shot out of my hand, through the plastic buckle, and straight into the WC!
The medicationings went well. Well, not applying the Daktarin cream to Little Inchys Fungal Lesion, but that goes without saying, really; Every morning and night, I have to go through this, although short-lived, agony!

I took this snap from the kitchen window after the ablution session. It took me 95 minutes; it was well past midnight. I opened a can of lager shandy and got on the computer to finalise this blog. I might even finish it and post it.
My involuntary anticipatory anxiety remains strong.
I’m nervous. Worried. Unsettled. More than usual. Tsk!
TTFNski!

Imperfect Inchy: Fri 23rd Aug 2024

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Oh, a much better colour!

I felt sorry for the poor birds out there trying to keep their nests in the trees and find food for their young.

Then I felt sorry for myself.

Took this snap of three little dogs on their morning walkies.

Second attempt on the loo.
ARRGH!

Still awaiting the sun to come out to play.
Which it did eventually.
The rain didn’t last long.

Made a brew and got a visitor. Doing the carer’s assessment.
Both hearing aids ran out as I put them in. Q&A session. Not that I can remember much about it; I was in the middle of a seizure when he arrived.

I mentioned the wind coming through the kitchen windows and vent, is was damned cold in there. Not thinking, of course. It’s nowt to do with Meridian. I bet he thought, “Hello, I’ve got the right one here!”

The clouds thickened a little, and the sun forced its way through minutes later.
Beautiful!

This thermometer was in the kitchen, leaning against the kettle, showing 58°f. Brrr!

Carer Joanne arrived, and seconds after she’d gone… came on. No long ones. But repeated short ones, to be honest, the next two hours are a bit vague at best. Part of the mysteries of Woodthorpe Court, with the hobgoblins, spectres, gnomai, phantasms, ghosts, the grotesque succubae, extraterrestrials, ectoplasms, spirits, or the Fata Morganas that have been sent to taunt, irritate and terminate my already limited saneness of mind, which is losing its marbles?
I just thought I’d mention the misreckonings, goofs, typos, typographical and grammatical cock-ups I’ve made.

Getting hungry now, and it’s getting late. I’ll make a meal.

Finally, a meal I could enjoy.

Night-night shots are taken within ten minutes of each other.

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BONUS ODE

Wot I had, mine & didn’t, not mine…
I never had a concubine,
No working flexitime, all full-time,
Never been to a pantomime,
Not involved in organised crime, 
I once got stuck in quicklime,
I spent much of my life wasting time,
Excitement for me was mealtime,
Especially potatoes with thyme,
Played football once, & got taken off at half-time!
Life’s been long, with little ding-dong,
I could describe it as a song…
A little less conversation, No Communication!
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Fare Thee All Well!

Declinated Inchy: Wed 21 Aug 2024

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Well, this is a first!
TNN (Twitching-Neck-Nicolas) is a scarce ailment. He shared the top spot for the ‘WAT’ (Worst Ailment Today) title. was also a nuisance. I lost count of the times she gave way to me. And stiff! Of course, it may have been partly to blame, as well. Because I did have pains occasionally from a few times.
I’m not sure why, but , and were far less bothersome.
I’ll risk a .
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Minutes after writing the above, my kicked-off is still with me now! Terrible, I don’t know what the Carers thought about me. I was so far out of it.
Not good.

It took me ages to encourage it.
It didn’t half hurt!

First view of the morning.

I enjoyed eating… no, podding the garden peas,

Oh, the moon is right high up in the sky. It must be earlier than I thought? I could see its surface, but the camera did not pick it up at all. Shame!

Computer on, first mug of tea.

I got tangled up in doing the ode and carried away making a new rhyming file. Four hours, Carer Shaquille, Domestic Marie and Financial Kimberly later, I’d still not got the blog started!
At the time, I was in reasonable shape. But soon, the seizures started—frequent but short blasts. I had no idea what I was doing. Can’t recall taking this sky-shot at all.

Carer Precious arrived. I’m not sure he understands my condition, but he was okay when he left.

At least it wasn’t a giant torpedo this time.

I spent a couple more hours on the blog. Slow progress with coming on form. The rick in the neck… Blooming Heck!

This is the second and last mug of tea of the day. Not much has been added to my reminder notepad. Tsk!

Oh, it’s getting dark already.
Good God, look at the time!

Better get summat to eat then. Back in the morning or maybe even later tonight… No, perhaps not.

Good Morning!
I ate all the gorgeous fresh peas that had not been nibbled raw earlier in the day, as well as tomatoes, instant mash, and a vegetable pastie. All went down well!

I took these above with Kodak Two and planned to see if some night shots could be taken later on while pot cleaning.
I sank down… well, plopped down into the itch-creating, bruise-giving, catheter-tube-tugging, crumb-decorated from my nocturnal nibbling, God-awfully uncomfortable, cringingly grotty, no longer working, dirty beige, anti-sleep designed, c1966, second-hand bought for ÂŁ300 ten years ago from the charity shop, recliner, to watch a documentary on TV.
No chance! Zzz!
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INCHY’S PARTING ODE Part One

Farewell to you from Inchy,
Although he can’t manually pee…
Glaucoma makes it hard for him to see,
He’s rarely seizure-free,
His demented mind goes astray,
Many times, it did today…
He exists absentmindedly,
Lonely, agitatedly, acquiescingly,
Hopes for the return of the almighty,
His fungal lesion bleeds nightly,
Constipation, the Trots, alternatingly,
He survives haphazardly, 
Unmethodically, circumlocutory,
Mostly deaf, with amblyopy,
He had great ambidexterity…
But that’s just history…
He plods on  antiquatedly, an antiquary, 
He’s losing his curiosity,
One day high, the next an abhorrently,
He needs to accept things acquiescingly,
But what do I know? I’m only me!

INCHY’S PARTING ODE Part Two

Please have a mug of coffee or tea,
Or gin, sherry, even a whisky,
If this makes you feel sleepy…
Slip into a sleep quickly…
Get rest, respite, recovery…
From the day’s longevity,
Start the next day refreshedly.
I hope you face that next day…
Joyfully and satisfactorily! ♥

CHEERS!

Demented Inchy: Tue 20th Aug 2024

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I found a fish that wasn’t mentioned? No House, Tsk!
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I managed about three hours of reasonable sleep. A wake-up from , three, what felt like bone-crunching efforts, from , and only one outcry from .
& were both surprisingly calm all night… But I’m not going to go into a , I’ve learnt my lesson about what happens when I do that. The night nocturnal pouch contained a fair amount of far too red urine, which needed to be removed and clinically disposed of.
The sun was shining, which made me realise that it was later than I initially supposed it was when I returned from the peace of sleep and back into the world of worries, frustration, Accifauxpas, and depression. I do waffle on at times; I’ve noticed that. Sorry. I took two Kodak shots of the views on offer. When I’d taken a photo of the tree copse, the early morning sun had disappeared again.

I’m going to have to rush now; it’s so late, and I’m behind again.
Mini Seizures attacking again.
Recall taking this one, beautiful puffer clouds.

The carer forgot to take the waste bag, so it was no problem. I took them both to the rubbish chute.

The JS order arrived.

Got the pod peas shelled.

A spot of rain; it must have lasted for two minutes.

Well, the sun’s trying for a last hurrah!.

Carer Chris arrived. I pointed out that I was feeling depressed, fed-up and sick of getting no help medically. He offered to change the catheter bag. But we could not find any. I had a search, and I added two toe-stubbings as I did so. Arrgh!

After he left, I looked in the tip room again and found them. I’ll see if he has time to fit it in on the last call. Nope!


I gave up on this blog. I’m just not me today. Hehe!
Got some food together.

Vegetarian sausages, red onion, fresh garden peas, Marmite cheese, tomatoes & Marmite sarnies with no-butter butter.

Clouds broke up.

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TTFN

Dubious Inchy: Mon 19th Aug 2024

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Deep Dank Dark Depression Today

I could do nothing about it. Talk about self-loathing!
My concentration was as bad as it’s ever been. I was wandering off-track, missing timings and appointments.
Electric shocks galore. However, the toothache has been a lot easier to cope with up to now. Great!!!
The day has gone by, and I have only completed yesterday’s blog and am now starting on this one. But the blues seem to be lessening… but we’ll see how that goes.
Few photographs were taken; it was also a miserable day weather-wise.
Two hours after emptying the night bag, the urine suddenly flowed. 400ml! Mind you, I had been drinking well. Guilt!
I think the Carers over the day were Richard, Joanne, Precious and Chloe.
My mind was all over the place.

I took these three before the late mist arrived.

Just look at 2nd emptying of the day pouch.
It is much lighter in colour, and as you might be able to make out in the photo above, it is just under 840ml!!!!

Recharged Kodak two.

When Carer Chloe arrived, she was a little nonplussed, as I was in Seizure mode and did not know everything I was doing, thinking or saying. 
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I eventually got here late Tuesday morning to update it. I saw the ‘Which can apply’ as written above. Unfortunately, I had no idea what I was going to write. How horrible these blanks are. Which can apply…

I found these not-remembered-taking shots on the SD card of the cloudy evening sky.

I got tucked into it but found the chips were ‘throwawayable.’
The ones left in the freezer will join them in the waste chute in the morning. Otherwise, everything was good.
The tooth-spray-painkiller has been a proper boon in easing the pain.
I must get some more in reserve soon,
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I just can’t understand how a young man of my intelligence, alertness, college degree education, librarian-like knowledge, observational skills, mathematical genius, and keen-sharp eyesight failed so miserably with this one.

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I’m struggling with concentration and mind-blanks. When my Caregiver gets back to work, she’ll be busy, and so many folks are awaiting her return. I shall be patient and not bother asking her to get involved with the Doctor or Dentist until she gets caught up. I have missed her. I hope she’s idling away doing nothing. Resting and enjoying her holidays.

TTFN.

Dillydallying Inchy: Sun 18 Aug 2024

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This magnificently presented Inchy Today blog is so popular worldwide for the Odes that both blog followers like them anyway, just maybe chronologically like Inchy’s encephalon.
That’s out of order, confusing and memory-challenged.
This is due to the greatest number ever in any day before of and the new back pains that have started to give out shocks now. He had to be Christened, so I’ll name him Shocking-Shoulderblade-Shawn temporarily. Not to be confused with , or . I’ll have to try not to get any other ailments, I think I’m running out of names for them.
Where was I? Oh, yes, the blog…
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A wickedly frustrating night. I waited for the last Carer to call until close to midnight, and the fatigue made me make for the bed. It was not a successful sleep in any way whatsoever. Shocking-Shoulderblade-Shawn, & took it in turns to terminate any hopes of my getting a decent sleep. It must have been 05:00hrs when I finally got off into Sweet Morpheus land. I recall having to empty the day pouch then. No night pouch, no carer to put it on for me. I hope whoever it should have been has not had an accident or fell poorly. Two hours later, I burst back to imitation life with such a jump, and the back shoulder blade and right leg both got an electric shock up them. In those two hours kip, the urine had flowed well, and I had no choice but to get up to empty the day pouch again. And what a colour it was. I poured it into the measuring jug. About 160mm. It looked cloudy with bits in it and too red for my liking.
Indicating that I may find it advantageous to get to the wet room immediately. His gurgling from the innards did the trick. I noticed en route,
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It was darned sore this morning. I have no idea why. I lifted my nightshirt, settled onto the Porcelain Throne, and reached for the crossword book. By the time I picked it up, the evacuation was finished! How can liquid flowing from one’s rear end hurt so much? It did feel like a fireman’s hose assisted the evacuating product.
I cleaned up the wetroom furniture and then myself. Carried out the medicationings as needed. And throughout this procedure, I was getting shocks from the back or up the right leg. Methinks today may be a painful one. And a fear of how CorelDraw would act when I got on it came over me. I’d be lost without my ailments and worries. Hehehe!
I got the hoover and did the hallway.
Then, I got the waste bags sorted out and ready for collection.

Then, I got the computer on. I had a certain amount of dread when I launched CorelDraw to upload and doctor the photos with text. Would it work right on artistic and paragraph default formatting this time?
What a daft Thought! I should have known better
No, it wasn’t working!

The morning carer arrived. I mentioned that last night’s late Carer call did not come. He got the meds done.

I got the spare, reserved camera and took a few snaps.

The shocks almost died down to one an hour; very lovely.

The Blank Spots returned so regularly but were very short-lived.
I think at first.

Then I lost two hours or so. But the good news was that I’d finished yesterday’s blog. I was on CorelDraw and had got the text working, but I had to reset it every time I wrote anything. The background colour—well, getting rid of it was a struggle, so more time was lost into the ether.

I got Camera Two and took some shots from the balcony.

 The end car park.
And three, no four, of the clouds.
From different directions.

No rain again today.

Then, back to the wet room and Porcelain Throne.
A similar outcome to the earlier visit with TT still in control. 

I made a food order for next week, for Tuesday between 06:00 and 08:00 hrs. I double-checked the delivery time and day to avoid any doubling-up.
I’ve got the new slippers arriving tomorrow as well.
One pair of slippers is machine washable. I regularly have trouble with the catheter close and open switch and pee into the slippers frequently, which is embarrassing, messy, expensive, and frustrating, to say the least.

I just turned on the oven to warm up and am going to go on the WordPress reader now. Then, I’ll save everything, close down the computer, and get a meal sorted out. Well, that’s the plan anyway.

It was not such a good Kodak 2 shot of the sun taken tonight, so there is no warranting of a Smug-Mode usage on this one. I can’t find a red-spot option on this new camera. I’m not sure it’s even got one. There are no shoot-through glass or window options to be found either. Shame! But I can’t win them all. (Believe me!)

For tonight’s dinner, I used instant mashed potato again. I sliced some spring onions and added grated Leicester Cheese, onion salt, and sea salt to the mix. The resulting meal was not bad at all. And more manageable on the teeth, of course. I nearly fell asleep eating it, so I put on the TV, which had the opposite effect of helping me stay awake. I drifted into the bliss of sleep with the food tray balancing on my man-breasted pot belly.


â‘  I was shot awake by .
② The tray, pots, and cutlery launched off my elephantine belly onto the carpet.
③ Landing, naturally, painfully, right on top of me.
â‘Ł I swore a smidge. And rose gently on my feet to get things cleared up. Luckily, I’d eaten all the food, and only crumbs and bits of gravy needed cleaning up.
⑤ gave way.
â‘Ą And I banged the knee against the recliner, which set off to assist the other ailments in pain-giving.
Well, over the day with being less painful, I shouldn’t really complain.

I snapped these late shots while binning the rubbish from the Whoopsiedangleploppery.
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Make Merry More Often! Hehehe!

Dithery Inchy: Sat 17 Aug 2024

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CorelDraw, or rather trying to sort it out, was my lead Hassle. Whoopsiedangleplops: A new ailment on the top of my back. I’ve not the foggiest idea what it was or is. There was no pain to start, but it kept itching like mad. Carer Chris took a photo of it and asked me if I’d had any stitches on my back. Nope, I didn’t think so. The back was a smidge red, but that would be where I been scratching at the itch. A few hours later, Carer Joanne came and took a look. The marks that looked like stitch scars had disappeared. She said she could see a mole coming up. It beats me what it is, but it kept hurting, getting more tender as I got tired in the evening. Another mystery from within Woodthorpe Court, with the hobgoblins, spectres, gnomai, phantasms, ghosts, the grotesque succubae, extraterrestrials, ectoplasms, spirits, or the Fata Morgana that have been sent to taunt, irritate and terminate my already limited saneness of mind, which is at the stage of beginning to lose its marbles?
Very little got done other than spending at least 14 hours on the computer trying to sort out the CorelDraw problems and thinking I had several times. However, CorelDraw would not save the default settings no matter which way I wanted to save them, so this one will be a real short-on-detail effort. Not many photos were taken either. I’m a bit down now, and the seizures that came on about 16:30 hrs were annoying in the least. A stormy night’s sleep, yet again, did not help.
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The urine was a little lighter than yesterday.

Yet still hurty!

I went to make a brew of Glengettie. I spotted the second pod pea packet as I got the milk out of the fridge. I could not resist them. I shelled the whole packet, throwing away a good few that had gone mouldy. Another mystery was left unsolved. I dropped about ten peas but found only two to retrieve. Where the hell do they hide?

Morning view.

Yet, another mystery. Why did I put the meat pastie in the cupboard, not the fridge? I found one in the other cupboard yesterday but missed this one. I’d had a seizure but carried on doing things. The Doctor didn’t sound concerned or interested; she just pointed out my age and ailments to me.
It brings an unwanted smile to my face.

An afternoon sky shot.

Then I got on the computer, all gee’d up to get things done. Sadly, CorelDraw stole many hours of my time. I was determined to sort out the problems accrued after being told to upload an update to sort issues out! I was okay with it before, anyway. I was excited when I thought I’d cracked it after four hours. But no, I rebooted it, and all the alarming traits with the texting were back. Shit, Shit and SHIT to CorelDraw!
I still kept on trying, though. When a carer called, I tried to look and sound upbeat. They must be sick of hearing me moan.
I know I am!

I’d just taken this shot when Carer Ayu arrived. He could see nothing in my back, but whatever it was hurts more now than earlier. He rubbed some Germolene on it for me, gave out the medications, and was offered a nibble, which he took up three times. Hahaha!
I managed to catch the sun in between the clouds this time. Not too bad an effort, Smug-Mode-Adopted!

It’s now 21:50hrs, late? Definitely,
I am depressed, in pain, and angry
Also, I’m pretty hungry,
Can’t cook it until he’s seen to me,
Have to cook with my catheter bag in hand, not on my knee,
And the tube in hand, which is not handy…
Doing things, baking, cooking,  culinary.
I’m moaning again, silly old ‘B’.

22:30hrs: No Carer has arrived yet.
No one arrived by 23:55 hrs, so obviously, no one would come. I guessed at the late-night medication; I think it was only Peptac and painkillers. I olive-oiled my ears and toothache-sprayed the teeth. I could not get the nocturnal pouch to fit on, so I had to leave the already five-day-overdue-to-be-changed-day catheter bag on. The urine is getting deeper and redder in colour, and poor little Inchie-Willy is in constant pain. I can’t recall when the District Nurse last came to change the catheter for me; I think it must have been about seven weeks now. The uncomfortableness is now turning to pain. Toothache, earache, the CorelDraw nightmare, Carer not arriving, Humph!
Back in the morning, I do hope.

Getting the spuds out of the oven… yet again! Three times in a week now. Still, it didn’t bother me in the least. I laughed, called myself a nasty name or two, & forgot everything about it. Ahem!
I think I caught my hand on the rack part of the oven rack as last time two days ago, the wounds merged. Hahaha!.
The meal was coped with well by the teeth.

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Please Keep Safe, Each!

Indecipherable Inchy: Fri 16 Aug 2024

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A lousy night of insomnia. Terrible night! Caused by and & mostly. Although the main protagonist was, without a doubt . I rose from the bed at 04:50hrs, sensing that the Porcelain Throne would be needed soon. Perhaps this could be the return, the fight-back from ? I removed the , and made my way to the wet room.
At least things didn’t take so long today. I got the crossword book out, which showed my lack of confidence in myself. Haha!
I had a wash of sorts, and went to the kitchen to check things had not been left on.
Oh, I saw that we had had some rain overnight but not a lot.

CORELDRAW
COCK-ED UP AGAIN.
I was livid!
I made a complaint on Trust Pilot. Explaining what had changed since the enforced upgrade I(Upgrade… Ha!) was downloaded and automatically installed. Other people complained about the rotten, non-existent helpline service and communication contact numbers not working. Shit, comes to mind.
I then tried to find a way around this lack of icons for Text. It took me hours trying to use the text as I had originally defaulted it to. There’s not a cat in hell’s chance. Every artistic or paragraph text I make has to be changed repeatedly to get it how I want it. Grrr!

ANOTHER WHOOPSIEDANGLEPLOP
Amazons Morrison delivery arrived.
This was the one I thought I’d ordered for next Tuesday. My spirits sank as if to say, ‘It Serves You Right for being a Pillock’ – While sorting out the delivery, I had at least eight mini . And these doubled the time it took me to get the food away as I’d done some silly location placements! I had to go back and check. The silliest two I came across were putting the new cakes in the waste bin, and the ultimate one, putting a beef pastie (I found this mistake far later on) in the wet room with the shaving tackle.


Red potatoes
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Bought even more dinkies! I’m going potty!
On the bright side, I did get some fresh garden peas, having found a way to cook them so they are softer, this should mean no bother with .
Then I shelled the peas and tried leaving them in a saucepan with a sprinkle of demerara sugar in the water to marinate for hours likely for nine hours.

Finally, I have started updating this blog.

Then, the expected Iceland delivery arrived.
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Pulled away from my beloved blogging again and as if by some cunning plan, the returned.
Note the two pasties near the microwave? Well, one of them, as I mentioned earlier, ended up in the wetroom. The other is in the freezer. I had to lose even more time by sitting down afterwards to try to unwind and give the stubbed toe a chance to ease off. I took a Codeine.

Carer Chris arrived. And I gave him some earache telling him about the CorelDraw crap and what I did with the groceries.
His response while I was working to find a way to get the text right and pointing out the problems to him, swearing a little, was to take my camera and some photos of me that I didn’t find until the morning. Hahaha!

Better put this result in now; I may forget to later.

Pretty evening clouds.

Made a meal and swiftly fell asleep on the c1966, ÂŁ300 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.

Two rapid bolts of lightning woke me up, and I decided to try to get into the hospital bed. This was delayed, and I just had to get up again to check the taps, cooker, door, etc.
I’m glad I did when I saw this view of offer.

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A frustrated Inchy climbed into his bed,
Forgetting he’s not been fed,
Remembering what CorelDraw had administered,
His joy glands had been aborted,
His plans thus far, frustrated,
His hopes were totally obliterated,
His failure rate fantastically increased,
He awaits peace and to be deceased,
Or an offer to be adopted, at least!
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Go forth with my bestest wishes!

Decaying Inchy: Thur 15th Aug 2024

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THE LOW-DOWN ON TODAY’S MAIN FRUSTRATION
The usual battle, failing and bleeding on the Porcelain Throne. Although painful and bloody in the extreme, I did manage an evacuation on my third visit.
Later, I got three more letters arrive, no, four!
① The TV Licensing wallahs about my upcoming prosecution with the outcome of a probable £1000 fine. 
② My bank telling me that My Carer Kara must contact them… I think the word used was ‘imperative’. Difficult as she is not here. I hope she’s on holiday and not doing poorly.
③ I got a letter from my old bank telling me the savings account interest rate is being removed. 
â‘Ł My home insurance company confirms that the increase in the renewed policy cost is 40%.
I was a little confused about all these Arithmaphobia-testing letters arriving, some for the second time. Well, it’s the third one, from the TV Licensing place. 

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I woke with a start at 03:30 hrs, but I soon easily nodded off again. At 05:00 hrs, lightning shot up my right leg from the ankle ulcer. I thought it was just as well, as I felt the rumbling from the innards and swiftly passed some wind. Well, a lot of wind. So, I fumbled about getting out of the hospital bed, but without any falls, sways, or toe-stubbing. This in itself cheered me up a little. Then my innards gave me a suspected it was a false pre-warning of an evacuation imminent. I grabbed hold of , and almost but not entirely in a perky mood,I got to the wet room.
The same routine has been followed for the last three mornings. The pain of trying to force things along forced me to try the crossword book. This morning, I also got several answers in!  . The cracks in the ceiling seem to have reduced from yesterday; only 22 were found.
I spent that long trying to start the evacuation. I started… wait for it… singing to myself, trying to remember the words to an Adam Faith song from 1960. Poor Me. It reached number one in the charts but didn’t help me recall the lyrics. Anyway, I gave up on the impossible mission and to go to the kitchen to take some window shots of the view. 
After cleaning the Porcelain Throne’s state after cleaning it, I thought… no, I’m sure I saw a tiny fish-like creature in the bubbles in the porcelain. I fetched Kodak Two and took this picture of the suspected beast in the bubbles. Hehehe! Maybe a worm or something? I thought at the time, I’m going bonkers here!
Carer Christopher arrived. He’s not a morning lad. The nearer he gets to going home, the more alert and happy he seems. Still, he medicated me and put the diabetic socks on my legs.

I took a shot to the left, then to the right of the morning fascinating minimum clouds, with the red hue mixed in the scenes.

Minutes after Chris had departed, the mail arrived, which got me going, frustrated, and in a mental pickle. So much so that I decided that as the second carer yesterday could or would not ring the dentist for me, I’d try myself. I hoped that the receptionist lady with a clear voice and understandable accent would answer the phone. No such luck. I apologised for bothering her. I may have got the wrong number somehow, maybe? No joy there, then.
The banks totally do my head in on the phone, so I didn’t bother ringing them. I get so confused it is pathetic. But folks don’t understand my problems. I’m not even sure I do.
I sat and fretted for ages, and to make it worse, I got a few short visits from Sandra. I don’t know how to explain how this happened, but I rang the dentist again! ,
I was getting heated up, methinks, cause after being free of her since getting out of bed, kicked off. All this up to here found its way, scrawled as it was, onto the notepad. Nothing else until 17:30hrs when Carer Chris returned.
I can’t recall taking this shot, which was obviously taken from the balcony. I noticed a lack of vehicles in the end car park today.

Yet the ‘out-of-it moments were never for an extended period. In fact, they were the most frequent up 18:00hrs (they and the electric shocks left me alone – cause they could return) than they’ve ever been, and by far the shortest. No logic to things. 

I was more compis-mentis now.
Carried on belatedly with my beloved blogging.
Beginning to get a smidge dark already. This might, hopefully, mean we get some rain.
There is talk of the hosepipe ban being implemented by Labour’s new HMG.

Well, would you believe it? 
Minutes after taking the above shots, down came the rain!
The first three photographs were taken inside the balcony.
Yer even this downpour soon stopped. By the time I’d taken the photos, it was stopping.
Still, every little helps, Looking on the bright side. As I do. (Fib?)
The shot of the car park from the balcony looked a lot brighter. Now that tells you something.
I’ve no idea what, mind you.

The last shot was taken from the kitchenette window.
It looks like it’s stopped now.
The clouds still look dark, though, so there may be more to come later. Those clouds seem to be moving quickly.

I will see if I can eat some chicken without any teeth agony. I’ll have some instant potato with it.
Back in the morning with a full report. Haha!

I prepped the nosh and started to eat it as Carer Christopher arrived. He issued the medications and put them in the nocturnal catheter pouch.
Those instant mash pots are just the right amount and so tasty after I added some sea salt & oregano. The tomatoes were going a little soft, but that was all the better for the toothache. The earache seems to be easing off for some welcome reason.

I went to get the pots washed and caught the tail end of the sunset. First, I took one close-up and a wide photograph. I think I got that about-face?

Dried the cutlery, tray and dish.
It took about five minutes, and then the final shot was taken. The colouring had changed in a few minutes. That’s nature for you. Beautiful!

I spent an hour or two watching the TV and Heartbeat episodes.
I don’t think I viewed much of them. Nodding off and waking up repeatedly. So annoying! I gave up; I didn’t even get to the bed. I fell asleep in the second-hand, ÂŁ300, c1968, overwhelmingly sickening beige coloured, tatty, uncomfortable, wobbly, germ-producing, falling to pieces, food residue collecting recliner. And I just woke up every few minutes due to the variety of nocturnal ailments of; , , and . Although credit to him did sneak in a few springing awakes for me.
Worst nights, Kip, for ages!
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TTFN, and darned Good Luck to you!