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Nottingham Victoria railway station, a grand 12-platform terminal opened in 1900, was demolished between 1967 and 1968, shortly after closing on September 4, 1966.
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06:45: I forced my body to wake and took off the nocturnal Catheter pouch. NEXT! Then I needed the Porcelain Throne. Messy again, very messy, phooey.
Carer Ejaz arrived as I was sorting the waste bins. He issued the medications and fitted a new day Catheter.
A few scars on the right leg were treated with cream. A few knew welts had appeared since yesterday.
The top strap seemed to be trapping the tube from the bladder & Little Inchie. No urine was flowing through the tube to the bag. I couldn’t see any urine in the penis-to-bag tube either. This caused me concern throughout the day. The pain increased slowly in Little Inchie. I couldn’t remember (How many times have I used this statement? Hehe!) how the top strap fitted near the flow pipe. But it didn’t seem trapped; only a little urine was passed throughout the day. The uncomfortable bladder flow-back pains persisted.
We decided to see how it goes; sometimes this happens, and a relief-giving flow starts after a while. Ejaz said he’ll call the Nurse if it hasn’t improved by morning. At this stage, my EQ communicated, basically saying, “You ain’t seen nothing yet!” He was right!
NEXT! When I opened CorelDraw, selected a graphic, and the bottom-right icons, which usually, well, have always shown Fill RGB and outline RGB, were now showing Mesh Fill with no colour code? What happened? Have I done something wrong again? I suspect I have, but what? During the day, I searched and searched for the problem on Google.
It took me an hour on my first try to understand the question, but the solutions did not work. This might have been due to my not fully understanding them, since it involved going into settings I had earlier left alone because they were so confusing. Many of the instructions I followed to the letter, to find whatever I was supposed to click to get 
through the maze of options, would not appear there. I asked a Carer to look at the settings page to ensure it wasn’t me, and they weren’t there in plain sight; sight being my main problem. I had four goes at sorting this, getting more different advice from Google. I searched but could not find a Colour Styles option tag anywhere, just a confusing, not recognised styles tag. Which was probably my fault, cause bt then it was 2100hrs, and the eyes were fading fast. Then, I found a tip on cancelling Styles, and nervously, unsure if it was the right or wrong thing to do, after just 14 clicks to another section or part, I pressed the remove button for all the options. It didn’t work, I gave up and started this blog. At 0100hrs, I tried again, and the deleted (I thought) Saved Styles were all still there. I selected each one in turn and pressed remove. I gave out a loud Dada! Restarted, and the bloody Mesh Fill was still on.
I suppose these things are just a natural part of the mysteries of old age, Dementia, & Woodthorpe Court, with the hobgoblins, spectres, gnomai, phantasms, ghosts, the grotesque succubae, extraterrestrials, ectoplasms, & spirits. Receptive Aphasia Phyllis, Paroxysmal dyskinesia, Episodic Ataxia, Ménière’s disease, Dark, Deep, Depressing Darius, Peripheral Neuropathy Pete, Nicodemus’ Neurotransmitters Dying, Glaucoma Gladys, Stuttering Stephany, Lymphorrhea Leslie, Premordid Cognitive Impairment Inchie, the damned seizures, or the Fata Morganas that has been sent to taunt, irritate and terminate my already limited saneness of mind. Sandra’s Seizures, Memory-Mangling-Mavis, Toothache-Tiffany, Carol’s Catheter Contraption, Whoopsiedangleplops, Accifauxpas, Earache Erasmus, Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley, Cataract Katie, Whoopsiedangleplops, Fractured Knee Frank, And Mechanical-Aorta-Valve-Victor. A wide variety of ailments, you’ll agree?
Carer Mizra arrived, and the advice to me by Jenny, for Carers about the washing machines, I’d forgotten.
So I asked Mirza to take the call, I think. Use the number two machine, put it in delicates mode, and the wash is done quicker. And he went down to put the washing in the machine as he left.
NEXT! I was struggling with the CorelDraw problem for 40 minutes, then put the computer in Sleep Mode, made a brew of tea, drank it, and then went down to move the washing from the washer to the dryer. The snag I found with the delicate mode was that the clothes felt wetter than usual as they went into the dryer. Back up to my cell… no, flat, and carried on getting nowhere with the CorelDraw problem for 40 frustrating minutes, getting nothing else done, blog not yet started. (Didn’t get around to it until late Saturday.)
Frustrating to say the least. Grumph!
NEXT! The clothes were not completely dry; many of them weren’t. So I got them in the bag, dropping several items again, which did the lower back and Dizzies no good. Then back up again to the apartment. Got in, and another Vyne Catheter delivery arrived, with just one giant tub of button-press Cetraben.
NEXT! Then, I tackled the problem of the still-damp washing I’d collected. I took an extra Codeine 30g first to ease the pain of the physical efforts exerted. Then, the four dressing gowns and two Kagoules needed drying enough to wear one. I hung them up on the shower rail in the wet room, with the expensive convector wall heater turned on, two at a time, swapping them for two more twice over the day. No wonder I didn’t know what I was doing, so many things started at the same time, I got confused, and had 
here with me all day, into the morning.
NEXT! 
Then, the ten-minute max £35 charging toenail cutter arrived. Lovely gal, but annoying to my bank manager. Haha! I managed to get the feet washed; a bit 
of a job using the picker-upperer to dry the feet with paper-towelling before she came, and she put fresh socks on for me after snipping the nails – bloodlessly, too. She also put on athlete’s foot powder.
NEXT! The district nurse arrived. Tended to the leg wound, still okay. And photographed and put a plaster on my head wound for me. 🤎
NEXT! Jenny had read my blog, where I said it can be difficult to get a lift with Easy Link, as we have to have the right amount and pay in cash each time. Frank came to the flat and swapped £20 of coins for a twenty-pound note. That was so kind of them. 🤎
NEXT! Another two HMG envelopes arrived in the post today, which reminded me I still have to complete the faeces diagnosis kit.
NEXT! Still not having solved the CorelDraw mesh problem, I pressed on at long last and decided to use 
CorelPaint to complete a graphic I’d started.
I still have not started this blog! But first, I needed a break, so I went out onto the balcony for a view of the scenery… which backfired on me, in the mental state I was in with all the hassles coming together or close to each other; I saw the collection 
of unused wheelchairs and walkers on the balcony! Two walkers and three, I say three bloody wheelchairs I’d bought! I’d forgotten all about them. Something else that, another job that got lost in the ether of depression, frustration, and impossibleness of abiogenesis and the endogenousness of life.
The Red Cross was going to send someone to check for safety and help fit the footplate platforms on the last one I bought. That was a self-propelled one.
The second one I bought from Amazon was displayed as a self-propelled one with large wheels. It came with tiny wheels and, obviously, no self-propelling rings. I told the Red Cross man who visited me in the hospital that it was new and unused, and that they could have it for helping me with the latest one. The first one, I couldn’t fit into, and it had no footplates either.
I never did get any help to sort them out. Although they did supply me with a walking stick.
Later, still no advancement in the CorelDraw mesh problem, I went to make a brew and ended up taking three night sky shots.
I wonder if the planet in all three photographs is Venus or a distant moon?
Surely the moon should be bigger than this planet? And Tim Price often catches the two in the same frame? I must remember to ask him what he thinks.
I made a very belated mug of Glengettie tea, left it to brew, and went back to the computer backlog of blogs to try and get some done. Forgetting all about the mug in the kitchen. Bugged my what the heck I’d done in CorelDraw to mess it up. I tried to sort the Styles grid mess that I’d made. Another hour and a bit lost without any success! Well, at least not for me, it brought on 
again, and things were getting to me now. The lack of blog progress, ailments and my unknown cock-ups on CorelDraw & Paint.
I was pretty-well, enervated, devitalised, sulky, self
I found myself berating and criticising myself.
I can’t believe it, how the last few days have got worse than the day before.
Worries mounting, CorelDraw & Paint, Carer hours increase, going into a home, or neither? Then realised something had gone right for once. I’ve got the hearing aids mended. I should be feeling happy… But no. Through having to take a Carer with me to the clinic, I’ve had all that bother with the washing to do. Bad back, Dizzy Spells, right shoulder agony, Cat
heter playing up, making Little Inchie bleed, very little urine getting into the Catheter bag, even after the Nurse checked it out? Toothache, too. Oh, dear, I’m moaning yet again, sorry. My concentration is farcical, it’s nearly time for the teatime Carer’s call. I’m not going to moan any more… Well, I’ll try not to. So many reasons keep popping up. Surely I must have a decent day, just one more before
I go to St Peter’s gate and door?
Into the kitchen to get the kettle on again.
The planet that I saw before was no longer in view. I still took a photograph. Well, a few. How did they come out? Well, they were pretty poor.
But I’m not moaning, you can be sure.
Even though my teeth hurt, and my right shoulder is still sore.
I’ll have to cope with my physical & mental gore.
Time to get some food, I think, some sausages. With instant mash, sauce, salt and no-butter butter.
But, No! Oh, No!
Fell asleep, woke up later in the morning, bin full of empty snack packets and biscuit crumbs.
At least I didn’t leave anything on the cooker.
No taps left running, I even turned off the heater.
Maybe my fate & luck are going to get better?
Yeah, and I’m a red setter!
Oh, dear, I’m gerrin’ sarkier!
Let’s face it, my future looks darker,
I may get diagnosed as free of Ataxia?
I’ll wake up tomorrow feeling merrier?
I could get extra hours for the Carer?
Or, be sent to an old people’s shelter?
At least romantically of Grizelda?
Little Inchie may grow bigger?
But cause problems with the Catheter?
Win the lottery, and become wealthier?
Lose life’s chaos, turmoil, disorder?
Or, find myself arguing with St Peter?
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🦋 Haveth A Great Day 🦋
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Early morning.
Every time anything takes away or breaks my concentration, I end up with a leaking Catheter valve cause I haven’t shut it or haven’t shut it properly.
the socks off, a bowl of water & Dettol to wash the feet. Agony to reach down to dry them, which makes me feel dizzy and of balance, and sometimes brings on a seizure. The intercom rang…
The delivery person kindly put the things into carriers for me. I got them into the kitchen. And set about putting them away.
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Meat paste, Flora No Butter spread, coffees for handing out, Dried cheese to flavour the instant potatoes, and Mushroom Pâté to put on the soft-sliced milk roll bread. I had these tonight.
Soft, uncrusted wholemeal bread.
Sauces to go with soups, instant mash, and stews.
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The old Odeist, Inchie.
En route to the Clinic.
Easy-Lift minibus leaving,
I got the meal marinating. This may sound all wrong, but I love Bombay potatoes with Tiryaki sauce and Gung Po sauce, with added potatoes, water chestnuts, and some bread to dip in it as I eat it.
I put some pods and fabric freshener pearls in the laundry bag. Ready for tomorrow. Did I say the nurse is calling again tomorrow? 💟
I took two, not-so-good shots of the view offered through the kitchenette window.
closing a microwave door. If you’d like or prefer not to end up wth your wrist in Techicolour, I advise that you don’t catch it against the locking mechanism of the microwave door – in particular, don’t do it twice in nearly the exact same spot! Pretty, though! Hehe!
Some of the extra potatoes I added were not cooked enough. Spent ages testing each piece and dishing the tooth-challenging ones that I’d added. Hey-Ho!
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A teeth-friendly nosh.
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has been working overtime for the past two days. And a few seizures only helped to warp and confuse things.
Early sky shot.
I hope Jenny & Frank might like them. If not, Jenny can pass them on to someone in need.
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After taking these two, I drifted off to sleep for four hours. Total amassed overnight and this morning, making a total of 18 hours in the Land-of-Nod.
Afternoon rain
The smoked sausages proved too
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Pleased for once with the result.
Before getting my head down after washing the meal things, I gave each of the broken, cracked, chipped, loose and painful teggies a squirt of the toothache spray. Then I had a thought.
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on. I took this first snap of the morning (left). It was not as cold as I thought it would be when I opened the window. This is often a sign 
of snow coming. The forecast was a yellow warning for snow in Nottingham. But it didn’t fall. Unlike me, when I went to the wet room. I fell against the sink after using the Throne, and went to have a wash and do the teggies, with the 
prescription toothpaste. Very, very carefully. I could not avoid it hurting with the darned teeth, several of them that had somehow come 
loose. As much as I took care not to overly pressure them, it was a painful job. I think it must have been the crispy, cheesy potatoes I had last night. I really love them, but dare not have any more with the state of my teggies. Instant mash and cheese from now on. Not the same, but needs must. I pondered things over, and realised that the super tasty seaweed snacks, the hot ones with chilli, are much 
The intercom rang; it was the delivery of a Morrison order. I let him in by pressing the door release button and waited for him to arrive. This is a doorstep delivery. And waited… a little longer… and a few minutes more. Went to check on the Amazon site, “This order was Delivered Today”
ree-wheeled walker, got two bags precariously in it. I fought to keep the top bag from falling off en route, then made it to the flat and set the bags in the lobby by the door. Pain is increasing even more now. 
away. I was fuming, but the physical aches kept me from getting mad, if that makes sense. Then got the bags, one by one, into the flatlet in the hallway. I had to leave then, and sit down to recover from my chest pains to ease the breathlessness. 
Got the things put away, taking this snap of the view from the kitchenette. My anger was not easing, though. I got on the computer to try to complain to Amazon. Typical oligarch tricks again. Just like British Gas and Virgin Media… 
g back. Ejaz reckoned I’d spent £50 quid, plus connection charges, on the three calls we’ve had to make
finished off yesterday’s blog. My heart was not in it. That’s a first. I felt, and still do, so downhearted. Thanks to Amazon oligarchs.
Hello, a final, nae, first blast of the powerful but fading sun got through. Those little clouds have been showing for hours. Do you know what that means? No, nor me. Hehe!
The sun faded shortly after taking the Kodak-Tim-2 camera photo.
when you want him?
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well, almost delivered today by Oligarchs Amazon. But let’s not get back on that subject. It’s still sore! I have some soft bread, but what to go on it? No-butter butter, of course, I’ve some soft blue 
cheese to go with the bread. Some pickled onions, I can suck them but not bite them. Huh! Luckily, I bought the cheaper but softer chicken sausages (Not hostages, Keir!), which I should be able to manage to eat. The Spanish tomatoes are out of season ones, and fat to hard skin and flesh for me to tackle, so I’ll dish them. I have a jar of sliced green tomatoes in water. I’ll see if they are manageable for my poor, cracked, broken, painful, rotting, just been checked by the dentist, who told me they’d be fine until the next visit, teggies to handle.
Well, better get on and make the sarnies then.
The sourdough bread was extra
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Well, four words, then.
The day had no particular disasters, calamities, or any Accifauxpas. 
Morning snaps.
From the kitchenette window.
Different angles.
Wide shot to end.
Kettle on for at last.
I made a right mess of my mouth and treggies! Several were loosened, one broken, and all painful!
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A day of losing contact. With the brain, it’s not unusual. But I found myself dull-witted many times throughout Thursday.
The morning was less misty.
Oh!
Food delivery
All treats in this photo
Oh, a few more treats!
The morning photos, Copse on the hill
Kitchen view
Can’t recall taking this one.
CorelDraw problems.
Fish meal today. Battered fishcakes, red onions, posh imitation fish sticks, and tomatoes
Last shots of the day
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on the rampage. emptied the Catheter bag, and got the kettle on as I slowly regained my senses. Well, I say regained, I mean searched for any remnants of sense, and pretended to find some.
I took snaps of the foggy morning.
Made the brew of Co-op 99 tea, sorted the waste bags, and flew into the wetroom… well, hurriedly hobbled into the wetroom. Trotsky Terence was in full control. I’m getting fed up with the evacuations alternating so often.
aving, it went well, I thought, and it seemed all done in a quick time. Being a pareidoliaser, I spotted the nose & face in the paper towels in this photo, can you see it?
Back to the kitchen and snapped the same view as earlier. Blue mist now. Realising I’d not finished shaving. I noticed the foam on my face. I’m
The early morning delivery arrived, and I got it sorted as best I could. 
given, and Phorpain Gel was applied. Said ‘Tara!’ and I went to the kitchen and took a third shot of the view. Changed again.
Mansfield Sherwood, where I stood as
Not sure where this was.
Inchie at the bus stop.
Up towards the Dentist, Opticians,
Inchie, next to the bookies.
On the bus.
En route.
Scarred Inchie, getting off the bus.
Walking to the flats.
Sunset.
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