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Unbelievable, Another tooth-pulling day; perplexing, flustering, yet in many a way, an almost acceptable day! There were yet again problems with CorelDraw that almost had me giving up. Combined with the computer snags and mystifying ways, and the worst, only over-worrying thing was the cataracted eye and the decrease in vision all day… still struggling, and the hospital will be called in the morning. If I can get in, the blog will have to be rested. No time to even make notes again, so my dodgy memory will have to be pushed to the limit – not that it isn’t now!

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Woke up. (Well, it seemed a good idea?).
Emptied the pouch.

Ablutionalisationings were done and onto the computer.
My vision seemed a lot worse this morning.
Five Porcelain Throne visits today.

While filling the not working water tank with buckets of water from the kitchen, I caught a view of my mush in the shaving mirror. (A nasty thing to do at the best of times, but at five o’clock in the morning, it was scary!) The Cateracted right eye seemed to be closing itself?.
No wonder I was struggling on the computer.

The first Carer, Kara, arrived as I was photographing what looked to me like a car crash. These are the photos that fooled me & Cataract Katie.
After she pointed it out to me that it wasn’t a tank or smashed car accident, but the trees and shadows, I did feel a clot! Eventually, with the aid of the magnifying glass, I saw what she described.

I found a picture that I took by accident. Thanks, Peripheral Pete!
I think I was putting the loose lens cap back on the camera.
It was my left-hand palm… I think.

Mid-afternoon, I dragged myself away from the cock-up   I’d made on CorelDraw yesterday and had to replace the missing dockers and icons.
Will I live long enough to finish the job? Hahaha!

Just before the tea, Carer called; I took these two shots of the blinding sun straight at me. I had to close my right eye so couldn’t see what they looked like. The sun’s strong light was reflecting on everything shiny out there.

Another 4 hours and I got yesterday’s blog finished and posted off.
Prepped the meal ready for cooking later. Mushrooms cut and cooked, added some garden peas to the pan and got the oven tray ready for the chips to go in to have with the veg. The soy mini sausages are ready in the fridge. Having them cold. I went back to the computer for a half-hour to make a start on this blog. 3 hours later. I got up to hear… I mean, here and went to check on the well-cooked mushrooms. Tsk!

Aha, a late sunset!
While pottering with cooking and salvaging some mushrooms for half an hour, I took these pictures about five minutes from the one before.

Well, I’m going to get some nosh now.
TTFN.

Good Morning, I’m back!
All bright and bubbly, joyful, contented, almost feeling carefree and untroubled… Well, alright, I lied! But I was still so tired, but on the bright side, had eased off at long last. Okay, I know had replaced her. Oh… and I kid you, not here… my were nowhere to be found! .

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Vegan mini-sausages 9.2/10, Chips 6/10, Chestnut Mushrooms 7/10, garden peas 7/10, Disappointing sourdough rolls 5/10, beetroot 7.2/10. The plain yoghourt and lemon curd, a decent 7.5/10. The two gabs of cheesy Curls eaten afterwards, 8/10. Guilt? Me? Yes. My recently acquired arithmaphobia prevents me from working out an average… ah, the computer calculator…
I’ll try to see if I can work it out there…

It shows an average Taste Rating of 8.128571428571429.
Of course, I knew that.

I enjoyed that. It may not have been a gourmet meal, haute, or nouvelle cuisine, but it satisfied my proletariat level of epicureanism.

The last Carer arrived, and dang-me, I forgot to remind her about the night bag. Well, I was sat in the £300, second-hand, decrepit, Haemorrhoid Harold-testing, sleep-deterring, nauseatingly beige-coloured, not-working recliner, half asleep at the time… Still, I should have remembered.
Guilty; as self-charged! Hehe!
Medications were given, a little natter, and off she flew on her missions.

I was going to watch some TV, but it didn’t pan out like that. Well, I did watch some of the New Tricks episode, about five minutes worth in total over about an hour, with my constant nodding off and waking up, with sharp pullulating jerks. I gave up on the TVing, turned it off, and got my feet up on the chair, and gave in to the demands of my body for sleep…
and , The damnable invaded the brain… as I expected, they are having a party-time with me for the last seven nights on the trot!
But still, I kept waking up, a few times shuddering, flapping, or threshing about? It was never any bother getting back to sleep mind; to be greeted by the crude yet again and jumping awake. I had to go and empty the small day pouch and noticed it was 04:00 hours. I got back down, and much to my pleasure, the must-have worn themselves out. (or, had gone on holiday?) Zzz!

I need help from someone with hypnosophy!
Someone who knows computers & cinology,
I may struggle with my theopathy…
I have no signs of thalassophobia.
But mostly with my lost sagacity!