Inchcock: Sunday 27th November 2022

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I found a page on the floor underneath the Hopewells 1964 E-Plan cabinet. The location of the other eight will have to remain a mystery.

Saturday evening: (All content lost? No idea what I did wrong, but after doing loads of work on this blog, I saved it and went on to make a Cartoon if sorts for Monday.
Lost the cartoon, cursed, and called me names.
No power of concentration left then. The constant pain, whatever position or what I did, is such a drain.
Sunday: I was woke woken up by . The lad gave me the medications, and I think we had a little natter; I did not move from the second-hand, £300, charity shop-bought, , crumb-retaining, microorganism-microbe producing, gungy, moth-eaten, beige-coloured, non-working, bacillus encouraging, incommodious, Haemorrhoid Harold testing, c1968 recliner. i knew that if I did, it would be agony, followed by ever great discomfort trying to take a pea that wasn’t there. Well,  the urine infection was winning hands-down here.
I decided to stay in the mock bed. I thanked Jozeph for his understanding of my situation and condition. Asked him to pick a cold drink of this choice from the fridge in thanks.

I was off asleep again in no time; the body and mind needed it, I think. It was 14:50hrs when I woke again!

I was still not fully aware of things and pottered about doing nothing; each time I moved, I needed a  wee-wee. By the time I’d got the trousers drooped, painfully sprinkled a few drops in the bucket – then got the picker-upperer to raise the trousers again, fought with the belt to secure the trews, I’d forgotten what I was going to do anyway.

I’ve never suffered as much with put pain getting the daily ablutions done before. The ankle ulcer was stinging away. The tight leg had rebloated, and I had a total of eight mini . A few shaving cuts, all minor.
Despite my trying hard to be careful throughout, I sadly caught my precious but, Oh, too swollen and tender , on the metal support bar edge – TWICE!
After the second event, I sat down on the Porcelain Throne for at least an hour and simply felt sorry for myself. Pathetic!. When I did a slow-motion walk into the door frame. Well, I’m sure any lads reading this will feel a twinge and winch of pain through the ether as was shaken, making contact with the door edge! .

I’m not sure of events for a while.
Maybe I fell asleep?
Found these two pictures of the front car park on Chestnut Way in front of the blocks of flats.
I might have t taken them on Saturday? Or Saturday, maybe Friday. Almost certain it was this week.

Didn’t feel like eating a meal or even less like making one. So out came the biscuits, and dunked them in some Glengettie tea. Nice! Thought it best not to have any more. I don’t think the urine-infections think it a good idea.
I fell asleep in the computer chair.
Waking up confused, but realised I had not got the done yet. So, I did them.

But what a shock the figures were!.





Back into the Hypertension – 3 Red Zone.
If I’m dead, it would have been nice for someone to have just mentioned the fact to me? Hehehe
Evening Carer Riahana, (I think).