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I woke a few times, with not the slightest interest or desire to stay awake or get out of bed. Just the same as for the previous six mornings. I can’t recall when I first woke up, but I think I was nodding & waking up many times. Then I recalled the food delivery was arriving between 7 and 8 this morning, and painfully forced myself to get out of bed. By the time I’d got the night bag freed from the day catheter bag and stood up to catch my balance, any memory of the upcoming delivery had vanished from my brain.
A little like when I take a photo, and that disappears from the SD card. Or I get ready for a delivery I knew was coming, and it doesn’t arrive. Or, I go to a drawer to get something I was positive I put in that drawer, a perfect example is the wired gutter-scrapers. I did, I know I did, put them in the drawer under the microwave. I’ve never found them yet; that happened about a month ago. Or else, the worst, getting a delivery I can’t even remember making! The most aggravating of them, I think, is typing the Ode, thinking of a fitting word for the next line, and then it goes AWOL from the cerebrum! I could write more such events, but I’d run out of bandwidth if I mentioned them all. Hehe!
A high misty fog again.
I took the first shot from the kitchenette window.
Thought I had an eerie atmosphere about it?
Taking a shot through the closed window of the balcony, of the end car park, I noticed a lack of fog and mist, which puzzled me a bit. Mind you, a lot of things do.
A yellow-coated chap was walking his two dogs this morning, both bounding about, glad to be out.
I washed the dishes from last night’s feast when a text message arrived, reminding me that the Ocado order was on its way. Thank you! No time to get the ablutions done, I hope I can find time later.
The Ocado man arrived
and soon shot off. I set to sorting the food…
Some more mineral waters and soda waters arrived. Not that I can remember ordering any, well, yes, the soda water.
Stilton cheese with one days life left on it, huh! Two days on the pork pie. Some lemon fools. Cavendish full milk. Pickled mushrooms, beetroot and Flora no-butter salted butter. Polish smoked Kielbasa. (Sauages, if Herr Starmer is reading this, it is not hostages!)
And a Milk Roll sliced loaf; my favourite after sourdough. This cost 95p a loaf in December; it is 
now at £1.50 for 400g. (I know this would not bother you, Herr Starmer, in the slightest, but I thought you may like to do something to bring down the cost of living…) What a waste of time asking him that.
Marinating and cooking sauces were topped up. Those Oxe ones are so expensive, but delicious.
Not a lot of food in the refridgerator I noticed. There will be in the mornings, after the Iceland order arrives. They will not provide extras, as Ocado did. They must have thought that I was going to use the biscuits in a dessert or cooking, cause every pack (4) of them had every biscuit broken. Marks & Sparks label as well! Have you seen their advert on the telly? No mention of anything arriving pre-broken or crushed in that advert. I didn’t order any tomatoes after the last delivery, and the ones that arrived were manky, mouldy, and crushed, with the same use-by date as when they arrived.
Blogged for a few hours and found messages, emailo forom my friend in the flats. Replied and thanked her. Then Carer Mizra arrived. A nice young chap. Medications, Phorpaoned the shoulder and back for me. Checked the catheter strap marks and barrier creamed underneath them.
I really must get the Ablutions done now; I’ll not wash the areas creams, salves, and Phorpain-gelled; they will only wash them off. Sticking with a stand up washed, teggie-cleaning, shaving, lower region and rear end cleaning and medicating.
Then apply the ear and eye drops, and aftershave to any cuts acquired. Barrier cream and Photpaon the knees… Ah, I must ask the Carer to change the catheter day bag as well. Putting it back on the left leg. I’ll see if I can remember to ask him.
Back in 1½ hours, or thereabouts.
I took this shot of the darkening, misty sky and got into the wet room with the needed equipment.
It took me about 1 hour 40 minutes, almost a new year record to get everything done and dusted… well, shaved, cleaned and medicated.
I seemed to have perked up a smidge, and handwashed some socks, hanging them to dry over the kitchen sink.
I did consider clearing the far end of the sink counter, but the spurt of enthusiasm suddenly died on me. No idea where it came from in the first place. It may have been Jenny emailing me, concerned about my predicament with the Ezetimide tablets. Yet the gloom did not worsen, and a visit from 
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Not too bad a day, yet.
I turned on the oven to heat some oven chips and stayed with this blog a little longer. I took three Kodak-Tim-2 shots of the now blue sky.
Carer Ejaz arrived, Phorpained the shoulder and back. Medications given. And he checked the NHS site for Wednesday appointments with the Doctor. Dentist tomorrow, I’m crossing fingers.
I went to check the chips and realised I hadn’t turned the oven on. It could happen to anyone, and it made a change from me leaving the oven on. Hehe!
Turned the oven on and checked whether any messages had appeared on WP. There were dozens of them, with my site being so popular. 
I replied to them both.
Part-eaten meal. Not bad!
TTFN
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Overnight, I think I fell asleep early, ’cause I woke to the TV on and me in the £300 one, bought eight years ago from the second-hand shop, Harold Haemorrhoid testing, repugnantly beige-coloured, crumb-containing, virus-breeding, acne-giving, rickety, non-working recliner. The state of it when I got up shocked me. What the heck had I been doing? A seizure, maybe? Yet I felt as if I’d been in a deep sleep. What ere were and where did the marks on the arms come from? I’d got the catheter night bag fitted to the day bag, but couldn’t remember doing so. Then, in the waste bin, I found several empty Crisp & Frazzle bags.
I moved onto my blessed bed and nodded off almost instantly. I woke a few times, but fell back asleep every time posthaste.
An interest in life started return to me. I went into the kitchen to take a Kodak-Tim-2 snap, a snap, which should have been of the morning view, but took place at about 13:40hrs, what a time to get up. Haha! I can hardly believe it took so long, and I wondered why the Porcelain Throne urge was so late in coming.
Guess what I found in the kitchen, can you?
After my earlier failure to reach NHS 111, I tried their website to ask if I could stop taking Ezetimibe. After the postcode was provided, my age was guessed and given, and I was presented with a list of problems to choose from. My problem was not on the list to choose from. But sleeping problems were, so I decided that one. Answered 5 irrelevant questions.
The carpet had endless bits of stuff on it that needed picking up, but I forgot to ask Ejaz to help, and now they are smaller bits scattered about as I’ve trodden on them.
Oh. Forgot the seasalt. I’ll do it now. Added it.
Boy, did they come out looking good! Tasted marvellous, too!
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Woke up at 0615hrs. Zzz! 
I saw two ambulances. One near the end of the car park, the other in front of the block of flats doors. But neither had any blue lights on the top of them that I could see. Maybe they did have klaxons on them, I don’t know. 
Before he could do much, I had to shoot off, well, alright, hobble-hastily to the Porcelain Throne.
I took a shot of the end car park, with mud spilling into it again. Only two cars in it, neither parked in between the lines, but on the no-parking stripes. I could see why, if they had correctly parked, they would have had to walk through the muddy water. No blame.
A Kodak-Tim-2 photo was taken from the kitchen window. A little gloomy and misty again this morning.
went to get the milk from the fridge, knocking the kitchen roll holder and a bottle of beetroot off the shelf. The jar dikd n ot break – was I having some good luck at last? Not nearly; it hit my slipper, which lessened the fall, and it hit my poor, tender 
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Started updating the blog from yesterday. Things were not going well: of the five stickers I’d put on the wrongly printed key buttons on the keyboards, four had already fallen off. I searched for them. Where the heck have they gone? This remains one of the mysteries of Woodthorpe Court, with the hobgoblins, spectres, gnomai, phantasms, grotesque succubae, Whoopsiedangleplops, ailments, extraterrestrials, ectoplasms, spirits, Accifauxpas, rent increases, food price hikes, and the Fata Morganas, that have been sent to taunt, irritate and terminate my already limited saneness of mind? It is now 2030hrs, and I still don’t know where they are or went.
while he was out. The chandelier one. A
I was, well, how can I describe it? In a state of confusion. Maybe it could be a delayed after-effect after the series of seizures. If that is what I had.
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Forced by the need to go to the Porcelain Throne.
background check on his midday call.
When Ejaz departed with my thanks, I got things ready for the wet room visit. 
. However, later, when Ejaz returned, he pointed out what a terrible job of shaving I’d done. Hehe!
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photographing in the wet room. And took another 
top of the floor cabinet.
the next. I tried again for a successful evacuation. Giving it time, just in case things would suddenly flood out unexpectedly.
A mug of tea, and at long last, I got the computer on.
My best snaps for months here.
Not bad at all. Smug Mode!
A mixed bag. Bombay potatoes, chicken, tomatoes, silverskin onions, water chestnuts, red onion, soya beans, and gungo beans. Marinated in Gung Po & BBW sauce. Sounds risky? It was, but it turned into a flavourful feast. The regret for making this was in the morning, cleaning the mass of cutlery, bowls, the tray and sink counter of the gunk I’d left, putting the things in the sink to soak.
I found these that I’d missed off.
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I took a view from the kitchen window. It stayed misty and cold all day long.
Took a decent snap of the front car park.
It looked to me like either a ghost bird or a flying fish on the lighted parts of the sky.
Prepping and cooking the day’s meal. Then I took this pair of snaps of the views of the night sky through the windows with Kodak-Tim-2.
A decent meal this time. 
was a lot of that, good! A mess to clean up. Tsk!
Doing the washing up of the pots, dishes, and myself took me yonks. I ended up with a dirtier-than-usual kitchen… well, a messier one. Then took this snap with Kodak-Tim-2 from the kitchenette window.
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Morning mist.
Late morning brew of Glengettie.
Warfarin INR Level.
And hey, presto… I’ve got the TV working!
Yee-Ha!
at any time, now…
Not too bad… for me. The PN won’t let me take a panorama shot… well, he does, but he guarantees that every time I try, Shaking Shaun kicks in. They always come out warped.
A view of the scene from the kitchen window before getting into bed late.
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The Nurse turned up, my favourite one, to check the leg and ankle, and put a new dressing on it for me. Bless her. 
Food Now Eaten, Mmm!
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I went to bed early last night to ensure I could wake up, well, get up early for the JS delivery between 6:30 @ 7:30hrs. (I thought). Here’s how my plan went.
Suddenly, this mattered less… the innards let out a long, blasting gust of wind from the rear end, and I was on my way, with the catheter bag dangling, to the Porcelain Throne. Convinced I was about to be late for a Trotsky Terence evacuation. I was wrong. I anticipated this because I had the Bombay Potatoes last night. It seems they had the complete opposite effect than expected and usually do; I got seated, and boy, did that evacuation not want to start. Ten minutes or so later, it crept out, still needing a bit more urging, and it was a messy, sticky affair.
a mug of Glengettie. Taking a shot of the view on offer as I filled the kettle. Tea? No! 
the JS delivery. Seems I got that wrong on the calendar, too. It was for 0700 > 0800hrs. The driver put the food into the bags I 
supplied him with, leaving them in the hallway. 
puree. A reasonable offer price, too. 400g for £3.45. I can have some fishcakes with them, mayhaps. Cook in the oven or microwave.
other half. Both lovely people. Bless them.
Oh, and I restocked on medical plasters. I hope some of these will be useful for sticking on the district nurses’ bandages & plasters on the leg when the wounds ooze blood & lymph, loosening them.
The rain is continuing, but not heavily yet, just persistently. The Carer on the midday call, a lovely lad, called Mirzra, & my delivery driver told me how ‘flipping’ co
Carer Dilan arrived early tonight. I’d just made a brew of Glengettie at long last. It’s still there, stone cold, undrunken. Tsk!
Took another shot of the same view as earlier, with the drizzle still coming and the wind getting up. But a lot better than some places are. Primarily falling as hill snow in northern England and Scotland, along with heavy rain and wind from Storm Chandra.
A tomato and a bit of red onion. They can go in mt fish & chip ready meal with added fishcakes, methinks?
Oh, the leg is leaking again. Not to fret, the nurse is calling tomorrow to check on it for me.
That’s a bit better. I’d like it to be higher!
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