Saturday 26th June 2021: Diary, graphics, photographicalisations, and the odd ode.

A TFZer in his yard shed, Hehehe!

 

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Early Ailments Encountered

An Ode that unintentionally grew...

Porcelain Throne due, things felt chockablock,

Solid, bloody, yet messy, t'was a bit of a shock!

Pain from the ulcer on my right fetlock, 

I could see it cause I wasn't wearing a sock,

I cleaned up after the manic havok,

And I had a temporary mind-block,

What had I not done? Ah, the WC to deblock!

 I got the Health Checks done, an aftershock!

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Well pleased with the results, I can tell you,

Now then, what was I going to do?

Ah, yes, make a Glengettie brew!

Look at blogger comments, too,

Then I took some photos of the morning view!

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The morning Carer came, a new chap, to meet,

Young, bashful, and dressed very neat,

The task he did, but not complete,

A tablet short? Dosage is incomplete!

I asked why the tablets are not replete.

"Ain't none in the bag", This is not right!

Missing, my 30mg Codeine, a fright...

I had to do what they said I should not,

And get the tabs from the medical slot,

Not sure if I did right or not?

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The Iceland Man Cometh...

Made waste bags, spilling some blood,

Wished I'd taken care like I should,

The place was as silent, as a tomb,

Adding to the prevailing gloom,

Off to the chute room,

With a feeling of doom...

But all went well, so back to my room,

Pick up treats for friends to consume!

First the Jenny, Nora & Franks room,

Then, to the ILC's room...

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What a plonker I am, t'was a failed rendezvous!

What a plonker I am, a failed rendezvous!

Not only do I get confused with who's who,

But with what day it is too!

My sanity needs a good looking into,

Or my be given a mental curfew?

But it's an option, a point of view?

A mental health psychologist might do?

Someone, a psychotherapist, or maybe two?

The vascular dementia is winning, hitherto!

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Dizzy Dennis visited me!

Left me with a headache and the most beautiful bruises on my leg from the tumble.

I doubt that even Piccaso could have produced better ones than these. Hahaha!

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Not Feeling so hot now

Going to sit down and try to get a kip or at least some rest of some sort. Back later... I hope! A change of plan, I got a meal made up and ate it with relish, Taste-Rating 8/10, then nodded off!

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Woke up - Whoopsiedanglelop!

I woke after having a couple of hours of blissful, much-needed, sleep. Wondered if I'd have time to get the ablutions done before the evening Carer arrived? Decided to wash a shirt instead, then I made a brew and went to the fridge to get the milk... Argh! The leak inside the fridge was worse than ever. I took me ages to get the tray out and dry it off, but with water dripping in all the time, I was getting in a panic... did what I could, and went into a mild depression.

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The Evening Carer Arrived

It was Elisa or Helena, a king gentle carer that I've taken too. She is patient with me when I stutter and stumble for my words. Not like many people are. She soon had the medications sorted out for me, and helped me with the bottle of water, when she noticed my hand shaking, bless her cotton socks ♥. A treasure!

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Brew of Glengettie & Photographing Views

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Updated & Poster This Blog

It took me a while, though. The lack of concentration, and the onset of a Duodenal Donald attack, ensured it was a miserable, useless Peptac-taking session.

Fed-up? Me? Yes!

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Time to Retire?

My heart and soul have lost their fire,

I bet the Blood Pressure is now higher,

Walking, the feet soles feel like barbed wire!

Why suddenly? I don't know squire!

Hope the fridge will get drier...

My mind, may ease off, less of a mire?

I could become a town crier?

But the stuttering, could be dire?

I'll battle on here in Nottinghamshire,

To fight this dementia, I will aspire,

Mind you, I'm a bit of a liar!

Dinner tonight? Faggots and Caviar!

Hehehe!

TTFNski

Inchies Day: Friday 25th June 2021: Graphics, Photographicalisations & the odd Ode

♥ Who Is This TFZeress, in her tender years? ♥

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I Awoke Most reluctantly!

At 0600hrs, I woke, but dysania ensured that it was a long time before I moved. But I am not axiomatic. There was a reluctance from parts of the body as well as the brain. There was also a short-lived desire for apanthropinisation lingering. Hmm!

I did notice susurration noises coming in through the balcony windows. Not the same as the World-Wide-Hum sounds, though.

The need of the Porcelain Throne and a wee-wee forced me to battle my way, out of the £300, second-hand, c1968, horrendously grungy coloured, eyesore of a haemorrhoid-testing, unfit-for-use, recliner.

I had another bad rising onto my feet. Cathy Cartilage's apaesthesia nearly had me over, but I heroically and physically saved the day with a lunge to grab the arm of the recliner! Smug-Mode-Adopted! Class-A, Grade B! Grabbed Metal-Micky, and off wobblingly to the Porcelain Throne, carefully.

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Porcelain Throne Evacuation

Not One of The easiest I've Ever Taken!

The wee-weeing was a WDFL (Weak-Sprinkling-Fountain-Like) release. Followed by much PMAD (Post-Micturition-After Dribbling)

Not that this delay was any bother, because the rear-ends movement was still, very slowly building up, ready for the action to begin!

The wee-weeing marathon was history, and still, there was no action from the rear end. I had a go at the crossword as the pain increased gradatim. I sensed that things were bleeding as well; this would not be good, I thought!

Gradually, the movement suddenly speeded up, and a splash and thud were detected, even without my hearing aids in! 

I think that I sighed out aloud in relief as the evacuation finally ended. But then, things got really messy... Oh, Yes! 

The rotund single rugby-ball shaped product had somehow blocked the entire hole, and the water rose as I flushed the WC! But the blood did make an attractive picture as the turd refused to go anywhere! So finally, I had to get one of the long wooden sticks that I kept handy and broke things up to enable the porcelain to clear itself. But, unfortunately, it was so hard, the stick broke! But at last, with a gurgle and sucking noise, the bowl cleared.

I must take a Dioctyl® with the morning medications. I don't fancy going through this agony again, later on!

I cleaned the toilet and myself, but it wasn't a hard job, no excrement to wash off, just blood. At least Little Inchies fungal lesion was not leaking any haemoglobin.

Like an imitation of a mental wreck, I left the wet room and was ready to go back to bed. Hehe!

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Made a Brew, Photo View, Fridge leak!

To the kitchen, kettle on, and took a photo of the view through the window. Rather rainy at the moments out there.

Made a welcome brew of Thompsons Punjana tea, and I got the milk from the fridge. Oh, Flipping Heck! The water was still gathering at the bottom of the fridge! I cleared it with paper towels, but I'm worried about the situation. The refrigerator seems to be working okay, all the same. Puzzling!

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Health Checks Carried Out

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Started Blogging - Snaps of Car Park Works

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Blogging for a few more hours - Carer Nichola Arrived To Tend To Me!

Yee-Haa!

Getting myself in the right mental pickle today. Forgetting what I was doing, words, spelling... and to make things even worse, Blogger kept changing the formatting of its own accord! A real struggle it was, which was instantly alleviated when kind carer Nichola arrived. 

She said she was sorry the prescriptions hadn't been delivered yesterday. (Which I'd forgotten about, anyway!) Tsk!

A true Angel of Mercy was Nichola! During our natter, I mentioned the fridge leak. And after dishing out the medications, she looked at the fridge and then made a phone call. Called me into the kitchen and asked if I had a stick of any sort, then showed me the hole found at the back of the fridge.

She rang her partner to ask for advice for me on the leak.  How kind was that! ♥ She prodded and unblocked it a bit, and we'll see how it goes now, she said. Brilliant Nichola! ♥

I thanked her for her help, proffered her choice of a can of drinkies, and she had to rush off, a hectic day for her. Bless Her Cotton Socks!

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Intercom Call From Kingstone Court Again!

Again, the regular workmen can't imagine they are mending the Intercom cause it's not been working for the emergency services, nurses, delivery people, etc., for weeks now! 09:20hrs; I got a call that was made from Kingston Court in Sneinton. But, someone from Kingston Court, call flat 72 there, and gets me here in Woodthorpe Court, miles away?

All a part of the mysteries of Winwood Heights, the ghosts, wraiths, spectres, cacodemons, apparitions and other grotesqueries haunting the hallways and lobbies, searching for Inchcock, to create ambiguities, abstrucities, perplexities, misfortunes and botherations, to scare, worry and confuse me?

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The Plan Was To get On With Blogging...

But, good old Mafioso type boss or Liberty-Global Virgin Internet Media, Steven Fries, put one of his companies many ends to any hopes of internetting again! Thanks, boss!

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Set to, Prepping the Meal

Which, unfortunately, proved to be a time consuming, Whoopsiedangeplop, Accifauxpa ridden idea! Shame that!

I started to get the veg and meat in the saucepan, moved the potatoes from the crockpot in with them, and got a pot of extra strong gravy seasoning and put it in with the mixture... Well, that was the plan...

As you can see, I had the dropsies. As usual, Unfortunately, Nicodemus's Neurotransmitters failed me at the optimum time to cause the maximum upset, frustration, and pain. 

I kept, I thought, incredibly calm. Got the floor cloth and spray, cleaned up the mess, washed the cloth out, and returned to try again with the last remaining pot of seasoning...

Another Accifauxpa! 

As I turned to go to the cupboard, I managed with minimal effort, well, with no bother at all, to stub my toe! I felt it. Well, you would!

Funnily enough, when I took the above photo, around the stubbed toe was a glow! Ho-Ho!

After what seemed like hours faffing about, I finally got the chilli-stew all together and onto a low light. By gum, it smelled nice!

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The Local ENews Perused

No murders today? But there was the local Alert-Message, above. Right where I live as well. I'll probably get mugged on the way to the Doctor's or while shopping? Tsk!

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Iceland Order Sent

I should get in in the morning. Plenty of bargains that were perhaps not bargains? Where you have to buy 3 or five of something to get a discount. Humph!

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 So tired now

I'm going to try and get a bit of kip.

Well, that didn't work. Got up and carried on with updating this blog as I waited for the evening carer to arrive.

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Droopy-eyed, I began the updating

Not easy to concentrate, I made a brew of Glengettie, then took this photo of the evening skyline from the kitchenette window.

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Evening Carer Arrived

Another first-time calleress. Nice gal, in a rush, but still spared me a coup;e of minutes for me to natter away, Bless her!

She brought the prescriptions from the chemist with her. Which was a kind gesture, worthy of a can of plonk on her leaving, with my thanks.

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A Dinnerless Night

After the gal departed, I was so weary and wanted to get this blog finished and a template created for use tomorrow. (Pressed on with completing this - there is something I don't say very often nowadays!) Hahaha! So, I pressed on with achieving this.

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Hopes, in Ode

There's not a lot left to hope for,

Perhaps, Cathy Cartilage to be less sore?

And me to get out a little bit more,

And life to be less like a see-saw,

For my Vascular Dementia, a miracle cure?

The Warfarin INR blood not to soar,

Peripheral Neuropathy to be less of a chore, 

Saccades Sandra to let me see more?

Less falling over and hitting the floor,

Oh, and far less of my walking into the door,

A chance and reason, for a rare guffaw,

And, fewer problems with CorelDraw!

Further, that I can discover some fervour,

Sweet Morpheus, for me to savour,

And cut myself less with the shaver,

Did I really say; not a lot left to hope for?

I was fibbing - Bonjour!

Hehehe!

Inchies Day: Thursday 24th - June 2021: Graphics, Photographicalisations & the odd Ode

TFZer In Training?

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Ode, To Vascular Dementia!

This Crap Was Produced in Support of the VDer's Association, Nottingham Branch. Verbal & Financial Support Accepted & Welcomed!

Those with Vascular Dementia, usually in the old,

Still have standards to maintain and uphold,

Sanity & memory must not get a foothold,

Or there will be complications, unforetold,

For you cannot buy your brain, a retention remould,

Expect decay in your mental manifold,

Naturally, this will never be resolved,

And for your logic, to leak and get mould,

Don't expect to be understood or consoled,

Your contentment will be circumvolved,

Commonsense will become uninvolved,

Circumstances, panics will be intervolved,

Frustrations will take a stranglehold,

So there, beware, for you've been told!

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The Awakening

Cometh the day, and More challenges!

0450hrs: Woke, wee-wee'd, wobbled to make a brew, and the Health Checks to do!

Back to another good one! Very pleased!

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Flapped About From One Job To Another

No much idea why or what I was doing for the first hour or so. Yet seem to have got a lot of daily tasks done while in a haze?

A Porcelain Throne visit, tea made, on the computer and many wee-wees taken, but less than yesterday morning, I think.

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Went on Facebook Catch-Up

As I was on the TFZer site, I rose to go to the WC, stubbing my toe on the swivel chair wheel. There was nothing unusual there, but the brain seemed to come back to a slightly more responsive mode? No idea how or why, but I welcomed the improvement gratefully!

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07:40hrs Still Awaiting Carer

It might be Nicola who is coming. If so, I expect she is to collect the prescriptions for me, and I anticipate a late call... But we'll see

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Pottered About Getting mixed Up Again

Made up some waste bags, cleaned and disinfected the NWWB (Nocturnal-Wee-Wee Bucket). Which reminded me, I am not having any PMD (Pre-Micturition-Dribbling) or PMAD (Post-Micturition-After Dribbling) at all... up to now! You don't know how pleasant it is. 

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The Morning Carer Arrived - Natalie!

She was very late, 08:45hrs. No moaning from me after all the extra help that she's given me. Bless Her! She returned the 50-minute Sever Frailty Revue paperwork for me - I thought I'd lost it! A pleasant gal with it and remains patient if I start stuttering and memory blanking. 

Natalie chatted while she sorted me out with the medications, so lovely to have a laugh with someone real. She said she would bring me the medications later on. Boy, what another Angel I have! She'd got it rearranged for me for July Friday 9th July, at midday.

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Double Checks Things I need to Remember!

I went as methodically as I could through the instructions; Must take a Urine sample - Do Not arrive early; you will not be allowed to enter the building until your appointment time. That's going to be good; how do I know how long it will take me to walk to the surgery? Will Anne Gyna, Cathy Cartilage, Arthur Itis, Neuropathy Pete or Nicodemus's Neurptansmitters play up? Any one of which will slow my hobbling rate? - Do not bring anyone with you!

Still, it'll be nice to see the surgery and human beings again. Looking forward to going, but not particularly the test itself.

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Did Some Graphicalisationing

Managed a few, well chuffed with that!

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Intercom Flashed!

"Call from Kingston Court"

Just another of the mysteries of Winwood Heights. The ghosts, wraiths, spectres, cacodemons, apparitions and other grotesqueries that haunt the hallways and lobbies. In search of Inchie.

In their mission, to create ambiguities, abstrucities, perplexities, misfortunes and botherations, to scare, worry and confuse me!

I could read the sign in the intercom box picture, clearly printed Kingston Court.

I'm not sure if the worker heard me at all, but I spoke into the box: "You have got through to Woodthorpe Court in Sherwood!" 

I think he might have been mending or putting up some bollards there... 

Cause I thought I heard him saying, 'Oh, bollo...' Hehehe!

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Ablutions done

This was the latest session I've ever had. Unfortunately, due to my spending so long on graphicalisationing, it was needed, and then I only got a few done. (I may regret saying that!) Saccades Sandra's blurring vision didn't help, although Peripheral Pete played fair with me for once.

A good shave and teeth cleaning sessions, and the showering was amazingly Accifauxpas and Whoopsiedangleplop-free! Obviously, there were a few dropsies.

The problem came as I was taking a photo of how good the feet and ankles were looking...

A rare attack from Dizzy Dennis had me over, and I landed on Cathy Cartilages right knee. I must ask the Carer tonight for an extra Codeine. Tsk! I dabbed on the Phorpain Gel.

After I'd done that, a dizziness with a difference overcame me - possibly helped by my hitting my shoulder on the door frame as I left the wet room. I wasn't feeling very well then.

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Handwashing Done

Oh, I am a good lad! Haha!

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Nosh and a Rest Needed!

I decided to get the meal made and settle down to relax for a while. A simple nosh for a simple-minded old beyond-help Inchie!

I took a photo through the kitchenette window, and got the meal served up, washed the pots and climbed into the £300, second-hand, c1968, cringingly-beige-coloured, not-working, rickety, incommodious, grotty recliner to eat and hopefully, fall asleep.

The nosh went down well. 7.5/10!

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WHOOPSIEDANGLPLOP!

As battled up onto my feet to take the tray and plate for washing... Argh! The dreaded wet warm sensation of leaking from Little Inchies area was identified, a semi-panic commenced! 

I expected it to be some  PMAD (Post-Micturition-After Dribbling), but Oh, flipping No! Presumably, the tumble in the wet room had started Little Inchies fungal lesion bleeding! Not good!

So, the always excruciating application of the Daktacort was needed. One of the only medications that I dread using... I'd honestly sooner use the Sock-Glide!

I got things sorted in a reasonable time, though, but the pain! Cragnangles!

I exchanged the PP's with one of the more expensive snugger-fitting ones. So they have more protection where I needed it. Hehe!

By the time I'd cleaned up and finished medicating, I was feeling well shattered. Maybe not shattered, more erm... No, shattered will do! And the Carer might arrive at any time. Plus, the waste bags needed making up and taking to the chute.

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Waste Bags Sorted - Got Down In The Recliner

In search of Sweet Morpheus

But, no rest for the wicked!

Sleep seemed to come welcomingly quick enough... Then...

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The lousy, nasty, cruel, smug, illegal, naughty sun-of-gun git of a scammer, the same one I think as last week, got short-thrift from me.

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Back Down Hoping For Sleep Again!

Not a cat-in-hells chance, of course. The day started so well it was now getting more and more bothersome and worrying!

It was someone from Meridian. Telling me the Carer was trying to get into the building and couldn't. (Broken Intercom - it's been like this for six weeks now!)

I told the caller that if the Care pressed 0000 on the panel, they would get the Control Room, who could let them in. Bt knowing the Amazon man's trouble had last week, I said I would get dressed and go down to the lobby anyway. I am good. Hehehe!

I fumbled and rushed to get down, only to find no one was at the door?

Back up in the lift, and rang Meridian back. I kept being put on music for a while. I was asked something or other, but I could not understand the recorded message... Then the flats door chimes rang out! It was the first time visit from the Carer gal.

I hailed the girl in, and her mobile rang as she entered, obviously her boss who I was talking to! Confusing, innit? Imagine how I felt.

The girl was apologetic, and it was a bit difficult hearing her, and she, me, as we both had facemasks on. Her accent was strong.

She introduced herself as Helena. A nice girl, a little nervous I think because she had gone to the wrong block of flats. Winchester Court instead of Woodthorpe. So many people do this, I told her not to worry about it.

She got the medications sorted out for me. And I thanked her, and off she trotted. ♥

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Updating This Post, and I Finished it off

Being as sleep was again and no longer an option, I got on with updating this blog. It took me a few hours, but I pressed on.

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Worra Day

An Ode To My Surviving It!

Full of hassle, worry and unlikelihood,

Started so very calm and good,

Herbert above, and I never thought he would,

Only gave a rare bang, clang and thud,

I even time for some chewing the cud,

The Accifauxpas, bruising and losing blood,

I should have expected it; I really should!

Plans proved to be each one a dud!

Bothers, could I cope? I could,

Worn out mentally, the mind full of mud!

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Keep Safe, Take Care, and Good Luck!