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THE TALE OF THE LEAKING LEG!
Not a Dr Who or Hammer House of Horrors tale!
It could only happen within the Confines and Mysteries of 72 Woodthorpe Court, with the ghosts, wraiths, spectres, cacodaemons, apparitions, and other grotesquenesses that haunt the hallways and lobbies searching for Inchie; to curse with bad luck, create ambiguities, abstrucities, perplexities, misfortunes and botherations, to scare. worry and confuse me! This was one of their best efforts yet!

Last night’s scary quick growth of the leg lesions, and the sudden leaking of water from them, got even worse during the day. They eased off in the evening… for an hour or so, then…

New growth coming between the toes, and fate gave the papules a suitable pareidolia face to laugh at me! Hehehe!
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Up at 06:30, wiped the water from my leg and foot. I’m getting good at this after doing it all night long instead of sleeping. Humph!

Some blood in the , that’s because we still do not have any s delivered!

First of three visits to the , all messy again!.
Oddly, and reminiscent of the Dr Who episode, The Waters of Mars…

Not only the leg lesions but the eyes and nose were running???

Carer Sam arrived. The missing medications and catheter bags had not arrived yet. She brought the laundry for me and kindly hung up the dressing gowns for me. Then a little chin-wag. Thank you!
Took two snaps of the depressing weather.

Carer Jo-Anne came. Had a laugh as she medicated me.

Prepped the nosh for this evening. Cooked some imitation lamb and a can of vegetable soup, well seasoned to marinate all day. Put them all together, and Carer Ayowole arrived.

Had a good cleanup of the lesions on the leg.
They seem to be getting smaller now but still spurting water.
I can still see the face on the leg.

Sister Jane rang, still in bed, bless her.
She and hubby Pete are going to the football match this afternoon, then off to enjoy the Halle Concert at night. Nice!
We had a good natter. Told her about the leg leaking. Hehehe!

The wee-wee had changed to a decent colour.

Concentration is gone, getting tired, and the eyes are getting dimmer, as is usual at this time of night.

Carer Chloe arrived; nice to see her; it’s not often she calls on me. Had a giggle, and she checked the dates on the fridge foods. (Three binned)

The lesions are getting even smaller now.
Still pouring water out, though, but not all of them?

I turned on the oven to heat up ready fir the potatoes to go in.

A middling colour, not too bad.

Got the pots n the oven and turned the saucepan heat on the lowest setting to warm up ready for the spuds to go in, in half an hour or so.

Turned off this computer; as I did so, I could feel the water trickling a little quicker down the leg – another night of no sleep in the offing? Humph!.

Back in the morning… if I’ve not drowned in the night. Hehehe!

The nosh came out well…

I dined like a King… Well, maybe not!
I can’t imagine King Charles with a tray on his belly, scoffing vegetable soup with extra potatoes for supper? Nor eating it with his leg with the mystery papules leaking water, stuck up on a chair that needed him to keep wiping it, as he kept spilling the gravy on his dressing gown, chest and chin. Hehehe!

At least the short-lived water-releasing papules; two days up to now, are leaking far less. But worryingly, it looked in the morning like some new ones were coming… and a few on the right leg now, too!

Yours, from the old moaner, killed by the NHS, Doreen Dementia, his mechanical aorta valve, Peripheral Neuropathy Pete, Dracula Depressions and/or lack of catheter night bags to stop his bladder infection.
I mention these in the vain hope that someone will show an interest in what actually saw-me-off, in the end.  when I’m gone. A bit late, I know, but wouldn’t it be lovely to come back to see other’s reactions?

Here are a few I could guess at:
Unnamed: “Huh, I don’t know how the old scrote lasted so long!”
Unnamed: “I told him to go to the doctor!”
Bank Manager: “Inchie? Who was that then?”
My ophthalmologist: ” Ah, one less in the queue for a cataract job!”
Dementia Neurologist: “I never actually saw him, but the nurses say he say he was in need of help. Didn’t get it did he? Shame!“
Local Pharmacist: “He’s dead? Hahaha!
Doctor (GP): “Deceased? Ah, that’s a blessing for him; but more for me!”
Audio Clinic Receptionist: Oh, pity. He was almost deal yer know!”
Otolaryngologist: “Do you know, I never had a patient with more solid packed-in earwax in my life. I liked him. When getting the wax out, I’d call my colleagues to show them… they never believed that so much could have come from just two ear canals!”
District Matron: “Yes, I’m sorry we couldn’t have supplied him with his much-needed medications and Catheter night bags. As he said himself; ‘At least when I snuff it, someone else will stand a chance of getting some night bags in hopes of relieving their bladder infections.”
 Automatic, Inc. (WordPress): Didn’t he used to write that crappy blog?
St Peter: “Christ, I’ve got to put up with him now…”

Morning, all!