Inchies Day - Saturday 3rd July 2021: Diary, graphics, photographicalisations, and maybe the odd ode, to be told

♥ TFZeress... Swimmingly! ♥

 

Saturday 3rd July 2021

I woke, and I battled the Thought-Storm, unable to create wants and needs of my own. As the seemingly, under the control of aliens brain trundled along, musing, with the utmost nonsensical, nongermane nonsense. Yet, somehow, I managed to not let it get to me this morning... and the fact that I could do so, and I avoided going in a semi-panic or Worrying William mode... Humph! Well, achieving this abstinence from reality status and was enough to set me level off worrying, which is what I wanted to shun in the first place. I eventually accepted my semi-confused condition as a wee-wee. Cleaned and disinfected the NWWB (Nocturnal-Wee-Wee Bucket) without any problems, But the brain is not fully engaged yet. So I suspect I've missed something relevant. Set to get the Health Checks done.

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Mixed Results Today

Considering the level of the SYS and Dia, being so close to yesterday's, I was surprised at how high the NHS calculator had placed me on the chart? But the brain is not fully engaged yet. So I suspect I've missed something relevant. The NHS wee-wee  Colour Guide Hehehe! had me needing to take more water, a smidge too dark. I had a spot of Subconjunctival haemorrhage (eye blood vessel burst) in the right eye's conjunctiva membrane covering the eyelid. Nowt to worry over, it was barely noticeable, but Saccades Sandra was vicious with her blurring of the vision in the right eye. No drops left to use... mind you, when I use them, most drops miss the eye and run down into the nose and mouth.

When I changed, I noticed that the marks and growths were similar to the Clopidogrel allergy marks and blotches I had after the stroke. Several new ones coming?

Not only that, but as well as, and besides, the pins had gone really thin and were the usual pale condition.

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Pots Put In The Crock-Pot

Wunderbar! No, gone-off spuds in the bag today!

Handwashing

Just laundered the  Afghanistani made, grey long-sleeved t-shirt, still made a right mess. More cleaning up. Tsk!

Waste bags collated - To the Chute

Bit of a job getting them down the chute, as Shaking Shaun paid me a visit while doing the job. I got away with just some bruised knuckles, so no complaints there!

The Morning Carer Arrived

The chap soon sorted me out. Ah-well! He thought I was looking rather pallid.

Ablutions Sorted

No problems. Dropsies, of course

Porcelain Throne Sat Upon

Things were a lot softer and messier this morning, but still nowt to fret about. I'm doing well here? Ain't I! Hehehe!

Made a Brew - Snapped the View

One-shot to the left, the other to the right.

Computerisationing for  Hours!

CorelDrawing, finding and looking up words that I usually have no difficulty in remembering, ever correcting mistakes. Grammarly played up, costing me even more lost time!

The memory blanks and confusions this caused are not amusing anymore!

Made the Meal - Carer Came

Staying awake to eat became difficult. (That made me jump a bit, Haha!) but despite a moment when I dropped the spoon when eating, as I dropped off, and spilt the tasty chilli gravy onto the mass of my flobby-stomached body. Taste Rating: 7/10.

The evening Carer arrived, bless her.

Settled to Watch the Football

Unbloody believable!

Wot a Pratt!

My body shut down, and I actually fell asleep watching the England game!

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Ode To Failure Inchie

Why do I bother even to try?

What is the reason why?

I'd like my body and brain to reunify!

The Thought Storms to pacify,

The shakes fall's and dizzies, to nullify,

My life to value and justify,

No doubt about it, I cannot deny...

The mind's beginning to putrify!

Hope to see you later, Goodbye!

Inchies Day: Friday 2nd July 2021: Diary, graphics, photographicalisations, and the odd ode.

Just ♥ Perfect! ♥

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Friday 2nd July 2021

Regretfully, a bad start to the day today. After the carer called, I sank into the darkness of depression. And started to be affected by the VD. As Tim Price suggested, I'll call what I suffered SD-VD. (Sudden Depression & Vascular Dementure), I like that! 

This was eleven hours ago. I felt the urge to write about how I felt, hoping someone who knows about this stuff reads it.

The peripheral neuropathy gave me some problems trying to use the computer, with Nicodemus's Neurotransmitters packing up on and off all day long. Up to now anyway. 

So this Inchies Day is going to be a bare one on details, sorry. The evening carer is due shortly.

The memory is a bit, no, very hazy. Sorry.

SCARY!

Feeling a little better now. Here is the link for the ode if you've not seen it.

SD-DT Ode

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I'm going to get something to eat now, back in a bit, folks.

Ate most of it, then got the TV on to watch the Euro matches. Which I did, in a fashion...

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Carer June Arrived

Poor gal had to do both sessions today, morning and evening. To cover for carers calling in late, sick again. Told me I have a bloke coming in the morning.

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Two Euro Matches To Watch!

Well, try to anyway. The weariness and fatigue ensured there was no chance of my staying awake for any period over two minutes. Totally farcical - why I didn't just give up, I don't know! But there you go... so did I, to sleep!

Ode To Sudden Depression and Vascular Dementia

 Ode To Depression and VD

Emotions so changeable, unpracticable, unpredictable,

Memory lapses & blanks, midst Thought Storms, unresolvable,

Some, uninterpretable, all uncontrollable!

Self-hating thoughts, yet ungraspable...

Vicious verbal attacks, somewhat ungainsayable

Yet, minutes later, I felt gay, unflappable?

Only to sink back down; Incredible!

The gloom of depression, damned extirpable!

A wee-wee was taken, and I felt sulliable,

  Then I could have gone to the ball!

No depression around at all!

Ten minutes later, the darkness did fall!

I swore at this, in a low Nottingham drawl,

Up and down things went, Gawd, it was dismal!

No chance of feeling relaxable,

My sanity was questionable,

Then, a few minutes of remediable,

Semi-contentment, I did feel!

Depression took a regrip; it was diabolical!

Attacking, then self-removal?

Coming and going was remarkable,

This pattern was unbudgeable,

One moment. I seemed unattackable!

My smug attitude was uncrackable,

Then back to the darkness, so degradable,

Out of the blue, a while feeling amiable?

Again, I seemed so unflappable,

A polymorphic period, nowt controversial,

Then sod it, back to the abominable,

Uncontrolled lugubriosity, 

For an aperiodicity,

The darkness returned, the audacity!

I suppose, because of my caducity?

I silently let rip my built-up causticity,

I blame my own complicity,

I got Anne Gyna's pains, like electricity, 

Which is such a flaming pity!

I pray for a visit from friendly felicity,

I hope she arrived in fecundity!

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Not one of my betterer days, Sorry!

Inchies Day - Thursday 1st July 2021: Diary, graphics, photographicalisations, and the odd ode.

♥ TFZer Ruth, Accusationally pointing something out... Haha! ♥

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Thursday 1st July 2021

05:30hrs: The mastodonic bellied blogger awoke. In his usual confused, 'What day is it?', condition. As the last few Thoughts Storms gave up the battle to bother him, due to no response, disappeared, an involuntary blast from his rear end sort of exploded! It came to a phut-puttering end. A weak limpid 'Oh!' was uttered, and the battle to get to the Porcelain Throne in time commenced. Well, what a farce it was too! He bumbled and fumbled his way out of the £300, second-hand, c1968 recliner, and onto his feet, with incredible ease, and caught his balance.

Off to the Throne Room, banging his right shoulder against the doorframe going in the wet room. Settled down on the raised seat and thought about having a go at the crossword book, but the motion started straight away, and did it keep coming? Yes, it did! A rare but definite victory for Trotsky Terence over Constipation Konrad. Messy, phooey, massive, and needed ages to get things (the bowl and me) cleaned up afterwards.

The top of the legs had acquired some more mystery blotches to go with the old ones in various conditions. Some dying off; others were seemingly coming up.

On the bright side, there was no bleeding, no pain, and it was all over quickly. Hehe!

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Handwashing -Waste Bags Sorted

I felt a smidge more 'with-it' today. Physically, not necessarily mentally, yet.

I got the made in Afghanistan long-sleeved grey tee-shirt done, wrung and hung.

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Toque Blanche adorned:  Metaphorically

I went into food-prepping mode!

The potatoes first, and after removing the blighted and bruised ones from the Morrison bag of Baby Potatoes, I took these snaps below of them. A second one to show the second form the left spud's other side. Hehe!

Put the few decent potatoes in the crockpot and got the chopping board out to prepare the leeks to join the spuds... but found this mystery mark on the underside of the board? Hmm!

I could not remove the mess on the board using a wire brush, bleaching, nor Mr Muscle stain remover! So I left the board to soak in the bowl, washing up liquid, caustic soda and bleach in it. An hour or so later, I returned to check it out. It had hardly diminished at all? I threw it away, and I dug out one I had in from the rubbish room. On the carton label, I found that it was delivered in August 1989. Ahem!

Then, I got the leeks added to the mini-potatoes in the slow-cooker.

All done but not sorted, I made a cuppa and planned to do the Health Checks.

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Second Porcelain Throne Visit!

But No! For a second calling to the Porcelain Throne arrived, off to the wet room.

Oh, dear! Almost a carbon copy of the first visit, but more of it and slightly less solid. Cleaned and washed up again. 

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I delved into the Health Check routine

The Blood Pressure was back up again. The pulse was good (I think), the Wee-wee colour was fine! But it's been higher.

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At last, I got On The Computer!

Hah! It was hard work, so many errors made that needed ever correcting, then I'd make the same ones again! Blogger didn't help when it stopped me from changing the text colouring! Grrr! The concentration joined the memory and got lost. I part-sorted out the current photographs, then I made a start on this diary!

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Carer Carole Arrived

08:10hrs: Care Carole came in. At least, I think her name was Carole. I get so confused with the memory doing a bunk on me, you know. Tsk! We had a chinwag which I enjoyed greatly as she dosed me up. I thanked her, and off she shot; a busy day for her today, she told me.

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Third Porcelain Throne Visit!

Well, it was practically a liquid evacuation this time! Despite this, it needed several flushes and extra buckets of water to rid the product from the bowl! Hehehe! They say things happen in threes - I do hope so, and this will be the last visit today. I'm feeling a little squeezy inside now.

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Photographic Check on the Workings Below

I went to make another brew of Glengettie. I might get around to drinking one this time! It seems we have a new equipment storage container on Chestnut Walk.

Har-Har! It looks like another temporary compound will be needed for the workmen's gear and tackle to be stored in? Well, the pigeon has no problem parking.

The time is flashing by!

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Checked the Waste Bag Box

There laying on top was the cutting board, clinging onto it, the mystery stain! Haha!

By this afternoon, it will be filled and wanting to be emptied. So I'll get my shoes on and do it now! Oh, I am good!

I had to laugh out loud at my own antics with the long shoe horn this time. How the heck I got it stuck twixt shoe and heel, I can't grasp. But then again, there's an awful lot of stuff I can't understand nowadays. Hehe!

 Off with the walker and box to the Chute room.

And it went so well, too. No walking into anything en route, and once in, no finger trapping, dropsies, toe-stubbing or ankle bashing whatsoever!

Bit of a Smug-Mode coming on now!

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Made A Sainsbury's Order

For next week

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Made An Iceland Order

For tomorrow 06:00 > 08:00hrs

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Well Shattered Now!

Going to get the nosh done.

Braising steak, potatoes and veg, with smoked chilli, liquid smoke, passata, Squid vinegar, and leeks. It took a lot of time and concentration to prepare. But, having made a similar meal twice in the last week, I was confident of success! (Big mouth!) It smelt terrific as I plated it... sat to eat.

Argh! The beef was horrid! Spit! Tough as leather, but tasted worse!

Ah, well, you can't win 'em all, I suppose!

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Updated This Blog - Nodded Off

I woke in an hour or so, care due shortly, so I started tomorrow's template.

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Carer Arrived

Looking strained, and she was feeling somewhat tired and had a lot more calls to do yet. Poor thing, I hope she goes on alright.

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Updated & Posted This Blog

Took me hours to do; my eyelids were drooping...

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A Few Crap Thoughts In Crap Ode

Got my head down, hopefully, to sleep.

Thought Storms came, full of cleep,

Fears and worries tormenting and deep,

Little Inchies lesion began to seep...

Up for a wee, I wanted to weep!

I could give up! Life's not worth a heap!

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More Crap Thoughts In Crap Ode

Wish not for the hopes of pure desire,

Let your love set a fire,

A flame of passion, not barbed wire,

Oh, if it's terrible odes that you require?

I'm the man of whom to inquire!

Be warned, if you do wish to buy any of Inchies Customised Designer Odes, they have been known to cost as much as up to 20p - 25p each!

Wednesday 30th June 2021: Diary, graphics, photographicalisations, and the odd ode.

♥ TFZer Model ♥

Good Morning!

Wednesday 30th June 2021

Mysterious Awakening!

I must have been relatively 'with-it' when I first woke up. For I later found some, which had been neatly written on the pad on the ottoman for me. I used these to help me find what I'd been up to! However, what took place in the first hour or so of wakefulness remains in part and vague mystery to me.

It seems I woke at 05:00 hours, feeling hazy. Got the computer on, made a brew, and made up some waste bags; before utilising the Porcelain Throne, the only description of the session was 'bad'?

Then, I recall finding these two pictures I'd taken on the SD card. A view from last night and a photo of the meal that I cannot remember making or eating? 

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Memory Blanks!

It shouldn't be a laughing matter, but somehow I can see the humour in this situation. I should feel sombre or morbid about it, I suppose?

I anticipate that things will worsen with my vascular dementia and expect not to recognise these things eventually. That, I admit, I'm am a little scared of.

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a new carer, Carol, called

I was feeling a lot better now, but not entirely with it still. I thought the lady had called before, and I made a fool of myself.

As Cathy sorted the medications, stuttering Stephanie was a nuisance, and she was thorough and asked if I'd had anything to eat yet. I wish I'd said yes in reply now, instead of " I can't remember!" A lovely natured gal, she listened to whatever I was saying, whatever that was.

 

I assume I mentioned the new can opener because I found us both in the kitchen, and she got it set up, working for me. ♥

Opened a tin of peas and put them in a saucepan. Bless her.

 A shame, but within seconds of the gal leaving, having been thanked graciously, what had taken place had not been too fully logged into the brain box. Worried me a tad! I'm sure we spoke of some other topic, but I have no certainty about that. I do know that I felt uplifted after Carol's visit. I think I started to sing to myself? ♥ 

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Facebooking, Emailed Blog Link

Unequivocally, I was suffering again from a lack of concentration. The mind sort of meandering along without much in the way of concern for any consequences?

But, I believe things are less bothersome than they were earlier on? Of course, this can be a form of blind hopefulness.

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Searched The Local News

I opened the Your Area Emagazine to see if owt interesting was going on locally.

Not all good news, is it!

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Skullclogglebonks!

Virgin Media Down Again!

Grunglebogknickers!

Pickleglobknobs!

Granglesbognessbuggerit

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Got the Nosh Prepped

I was angry, fuming, pissed-off, had enough, and in a Liberty-Global, Virgin Media Internet hating mood, like never before!

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Fell Asleep After Eating

Woke up after an hour or so and realised that I had not needed or taken a wee-wee for hours! Funny what you worry about, innit?

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The Carer Is Due Soon

I had a drink of orange juice and got on with updating this blog. Added the labels and made a start on a new template.

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Late Hazy Sunshine

So, I took two photos from the balcony. Oh, and I threw in a rare shot of me, almost laughing! The end of Chestnut Walk and the new car parking spaces being built.

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Evening Ode

So, good luck remains vastly overdue,

Many happenings today, that I rue,

Memory loss, and Colin Cramps, Ooh!

Made a meal, a nice chilli stew...

Sadly that was dropped on the floor too!

Took hours to make it - Whoopsiedangleplop!

Thankfully, it wasn't cordon bleu,

A new carer, one of the kind few,

I walked into a door; the bruise turned blue,

Phorpain gel and tablets, what a todo!

As a character on TV said, 'Yabbadabbadoo!'

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Carer

Care Pamela (I think) arrived at 18:40hrs. She was looking tired, bless her.

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Whoopsiedangleplop!

I'm not sure why or how, but I had missed putting in the results of the Health Checks I made early this morning?

Probably, possibly, mayhaps, conceivably, perhaps, feasibly or debatably, due to the funny turn I had on waking up, I suppose.

I'll try my best to avoid having such a spasm again in the morning.

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Updated & Posted This Blog To Blogger

It was a bogger for this blogger. I had Shaking Shaun visit me! The bugger!

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