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Heck of a shock here today! The NHS input site advised me to ring NHS 111 starlight away, So I did!
But they were too busy and told me to visit the NHS 111 site. So, I did.
An hour later, I filled in the questions asked & guessed at the choices made.
Sent it off and was told someone would contact me later. They are very busy, and this may take some time, be patient. So, I did!
I went to make a brew, and the telephone rang – I was surprised I heard it in the kitchen, but, there you are, I did.
Answered many questions and had to guess at a few. The nurse had an accent, and the kine was not good, so it took a time to review all the needed details. Ultimately, she decided that the SYSs 128, and 119, with respective DIAs 57 and 59, were okay? This despite the NHS monitoring site telling me it was Too Low and to ring 111?
Don’t feel too confident about this. But then again, it’s unsurprising; they are the lowest readings I’ve ever had?
Well, the lowest B~P readings ever, advised to ring 111 – told to go online, spent ages sorting required details. Told it was okay. And earlier, this above when I woketh up. Similar farces these two. If the blood in the wee is level 6 or 7, I’m supposed to ring 111 – Ha!
I was woken up (Didn’t get settled until around 04:00hrs) and was woken by the arrival of Carer Sam. I was half out of it, having just been stirred reluctantly back to life. Think we had a chinwag, and Sam took the washing nada waste bag on her way out. Thank you.
Porcelain Throne visited, cleaned up the kitchen, dropped the milk bottle, and stubbed my toes again. The brain was not too interested in being creative and went on strike a few times when I got nothing done whatsoever; just seemed to sit here thinking but not knowing why or what of?
The yes were still bad, and concentration as well.
Dizzy Dennis, The Kathleen Catheter tube, and Anne Gyna all gave me bother of some sort. I really was only half here for many hours. Scary! Sort of light-headed, I suppose… mind you, I still am now seven hours later.
Lost the camera but found it a few hours later, hidden in front of me to the right of the computer – How the hell did I miss that?
Liberty-Global Virgin Media went down.
I made a brew and fell asleep for a while…
A while? Four bloody hours!
Carer Jo-Anne arrived; I was still a bit vague about things.
After the gal left… Ah, it was Jo-Anne I think that tool the washing? I could be wrong; of course, it has been known.
No sunset tonight. Boo!
Found the camera.
Lost the eye drops.
Sadly no chance of any sunset tonight… Sob!
Took early evening shots.
A couple of hours late, these…
Very little snow left now
Then got the soup and put the potatoes and soya bits in with it,
then the seasoning. But could not find the mint sauce?
Are a lot of things disappearing today?
Looking okay to me.
Blogging for another hour or two.
Got about ten minutes’ worth of work done, Huh!
Carer Ayowoke arrived. The first time I’d seen him. Nice lad. He gave me a roster for next week, no Carer Richard in it! I asked if he knew anything about Richard, but he did not know him.
Did some more effort on this blog, but I still can’t get my head around the
NHS telling me to ring NHS 111, and then eventually, telling me to log onto the web with NHS 111. After having to log in all my details, telling me
that the Blood Pressure figures were okay?
I got the nosh on and served up.
Another part-canned meal.
A can of Asda Chunky Lamb & Vegetable soup.
Couldn’t find the mint sauce to add to it,
I think maybe it may have gone out of date? (Spit!)
Added vegetable stock and some Pertranic,
Cooked & sliced potatoes, just one finger knick!.
Soy bacon thingies added; the final bit…
Wholemeal rolls for me to dunk and dip!
And soon, I’d demolished it!
Eating every morsel and bit!
Flavour Rating: 705/10.
The late Carer was Carole-Anne.
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We had a mini natter & laugh. Refreshing!
I woke up as my ginormously flabby body hit the floor!
Landing conveniently on my bottom, but rather, unfortunately, the 
burst open 
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It was the mess of sorting things out that got to me rather than the bleeding itself. Handily, it was almost easy to get me back up on my bloated feet and legs… The first job was to check 
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I placed some paper towels inside the Protection Pants first, then looked over the pouch, grippers and tubing. All seems to be still attached.
Off to the wet room, giving the door frame a mini shoulder-charge as I went in. That hurt more than anything else did. Hehehe! I didn’t fret about this being half asleep; I expected that 
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After a multitude of Argh! – Ouches, curse words and loathings, and a moment of ‘Why Me Mate’ emotions, it was done.
REFLECTIONS
I was amazingly calm and physiological about things… at least, I think I was? That’s probably not the word I should have used?
It could have been a sign of my acceptance of the circumstances or my rotten luck?
I may have been sick to the back teeth (mind you, there’s only one of them left in the mouth now) of hearing myself moan and whining on about my inabilities, ailments, frustrations, Accifauxpas, Whoopsiedangleplops, eyesight, hearing, Cathy Catheter pains, shortage of pouches, and the seemingly never-ending Bladder-Infection. Being bald, overweight, Duodenal Donald, Little Inches Phimosis and fungal lesion, Peripheral Neuropathy, having two strokes, being shot twice, scared shit of going in water.
Now, there’s the 
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. The palpitating of the mechanical ticker. The almost persistent No help attainable for things like the computer and letters that are either too small or complicated for me to hear, see or understand? This will, I assume, be due to the attention gleaned of…
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But I don’t complain…
Hahaha!
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The carer arrived, got the medications sorted and had a little chinwag.
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Got some Apache potatoes in the crock-pot after removing the growth shoots, of which there were dozens of.
I
What was going right… well, nothing was real.
!!! I think this may be due tri the lack of night pouches. The nurse did say it was important to put the night bag on as it gives the day bag a chance to flow, getting rid of the infection as it did so. That makes seance to me, but no bags have arrived yet. 
Back again to the Wet room.
Fancy that one of the Enoxaparin needles was bent. 
Youngsters were spotted trying to make a snow slide for their multicoloured plastic, whatever they were called.
Got another reminder from Severn-Trent!
By gum, the snow’s cleared mighty fast?
Aha, it looks like we might see sundown shortly.
The sun was going down so fast…
In the first of these shots, just caught the last glimpse of the sun as it disappeared from view.
The sunset was all over, just some reflection from the disappeared sun. Not sure if reflection is the right word… can anyone help, please?
Apache potatoes (7.2/10)
Soya butter. (9.2/10). 
I took this wobbly, blurry shot of the pouch as I emptied it.
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Bright-looking urine in the bag is good!
Asda order arrived.
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Put the rest of the fodder away.
Fridge before and after delivery.
Took some more view photos of the light snowfall. See
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The footfall in the snowfall, in the bottom field.
Later, a man and his dog caught my attention.
The snow gave us another covering.
Throne visit six attended. Every one of the
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followed the evacuation.
Then, I walked into the door frame on my way out..
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S,
I made the meal of the day…
I’d forgotten about the potatoes in the slow cooker. Not that 
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A smidge of bloody urine in the well-filled bag this morning.
Checked on the lack of food in the fridge. Hope the new bank card arrives soon… then I’ve got to get the details changed on all the sites… Oh, dear.
The good news was that they had sent some Apache potatoes, and bread, lots of bread. I had a job to get it all in the freezer.
I pondered on having a can of the minted pea soup with some potatoes this evening. Then realised it was afternoon already.
Got a few flakes in this one…
And this one…
And again…
Not sure about this wider snap…
The snow had stopped by the time I took this one.
Got some tomatoes seasoned to have some sausages with later.
No more snow, but looking glum.
Oh, not so clear again.
Vegan Sausages…
Added the links to the tomatoes. Which were
During this, I managed to misplace my hearing aids.
I got the picker-upperer but had to get down on my knees. Why?
around 04:40hrs!
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Not the foggiest idea now; why I took this one?
Nor this one, but there may have been a witty idea drifting about that I could use..
Aha! The Ocado order arrived.
Marmite!
Fullish cupboard?
Been after trying this for ages.
Spring Water stockpile?
Apache potatoes.
A smidge bloodier?
Afternoon clouds.
Very nice…
Absolutely gorgeous close-up!
Do you see a duck’s or snake’s head?
Could be from another planet.
These three had another sun showing up on the photo?
Or did they?
Reflection… or whatever you call it…
A one on the scale – Perfect!
1.5 Grrreat!
Whoops! Bottom Grade is not good; 7
Well, fancy that!
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(I think) it was, who arrived). Or was it Carer Charly. I can’t recall which came first now. With the fretting over the bank account being frozen… nothing else mattered for a while.
Then, a telephone call came in!.
I can’t recall seeing the fridge so barren of food. 
This is the 2nd check colour.
Took this immediately after getting off the phone for the second time… I was more than concerned. So many possible different outcomes that may mature. Talking of mature… I must check the dates on the food in the fridge… Silly me! There are only strawberry desserts in there.
I was weeing well
I took these over about half an hour.
To the left…
To the right…
Higher up. ahead.
Higher still…
Even though dour, it looks beautiful to me.
Last effort.
An oven-cooked baton of bread. Two pots of dessert – well, one of them was on its last eat-by-date.
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I had a natter with my family from the Manor Laboratories
Not exactly sure what this was supposed to be a photo of…
Afternoon sky – a bit glum here.
Darker now, no sign of a sunset…
The bottom field.
Chestnut Way car park…
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Bloody heck! Well, in the pouch!.
Guess who burnt his already burned knuckle?
Carer Sam and Carollyne had been and gone.
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It was very nice.
Blimey, she was still giving it a go!
A decent nosh made. Nowt to get excited about
But the vegan ice cream for afters was brilliant!
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Cor Blimey, Flipping Heck and Fancy That!
Lovely blue hue to the morning view!
Aha, Lord Sainsbury’s delivery, you see…
Baked beans, Four bean soup, Gravy, mint sauce, mixed vegetables, chopped tomatoes with basil & oregano, porridge, and baking soda.
Fresh Kenyan garden peas, Cheese & onion pie.
Aha, the wee-wee looks better.
Bootiful clouds.
Down to the main foyer, had a nosey around…
A look at the notice board…
Then along into Winwood Court through the link passage.
Lost balance as I was pushing the three-wheeled walker through the apartment door. No tumble…
But did trap my hand in the door.
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Another good emptying colour here.
An eerie side to this one.
Amazing!
The ultimate pareidolia one!!!
Oh, a break in the clouds!
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Computer… still going. Fingers crossed!
The first wind & rain just starting.
Frit me to death!
Very good!
Rain back.
After the rain.
Late afternoon, bootiful!
Potatoes in the crock pot.
Stew looks good, just added the potatoes.
20:00hrs Gorgeous sight!
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invaded the brain. I put the TV on to watch some rubbish, and somehow the brain coped with the crap on the TV along with the marauding waves of cruel thoughts – shame, guilt, etc., and a nasty few moments of reliving past mistakes! Humph!