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I was greeted by three ailments on awakening after the amazingly long three hours of sleep I enjoyed. (Touch of sarcasm kept in there!)
, and . were so bad, I wondered how I even got the three hours in that I did manage! This probably inspired the ode above?
The thought of having to fetch the water from the kitchen when I utilise the later were not pleasant. I took off the night pouch from , and gingerly rose from the £300, second-hand, decrepit, Haemorrhoid Harold-testing, sleep-deterring, nauseatingly beige-coloured, not-working, recliner.
The plates-of-meat looked in decent nick.

I took an extra pain-killer to fight off , who was in full attack mode, before my carrying the water from the kitchen to the wet room four times each visit. and were joined in their attack formation by my . I’ve waited for a month now to get the WC mended. Giving me a date if attendance was nice of them. It was for the 11th of July – I’m going to have agony for

another four weeks. The thought of it is not a good start to any day!

Pretty glum out there.
Did a close-up of rectangular eyes.

I did the Blood Pressure figures.
And got an email about next weeks Iceland delivery.
It’s coming today. The usual shortages mind you..

Carer Israel called this morning both early visits.
Iceland delivered on his first one.
The other drivers usually take the bags into the kitchen for me. Not today, must have been extra-busy. By the time I’d got the into the kitchen, as you can imagine; and the both upgraded their attacks… with support from …
I think the warning about things getting painful from EQ, might have been meant for today. Cause already the pains are hard to cope with, and I’ve not been to the WC yet, and done any water-fetching activity?
Wot? Me? Worry!
I got the bags into the kitchenette. Back to the Carer for the medication-taking, and am ashamed to say, so bad were the combined pains, I took another of the disallowed painkillers. It was really bad at this point, although had calmed down a lot, and was still in full flourish. The suddenly eased off. Great!

I went back to the kitchen to sort the fodder out and took this snap of the house next to the park being done up. Coming on well, methinks?

At least Iceland had some of the little potato-bake potatoes in stock.
And the treats of cartons of ice-cream flavoured Aviva drinks.
Bread thins, tomatoes, potatoes & veggie oxo cubes.
No shortages of fodder here!
Even if some are unwanted substitutes.
Topped up the Carer, Nurses, Drivers’ treats.
Alcohol to the right, others to the left.
Low calorie treats (mostly).

By the time I’d got everything away, only .
was any real hassle.
OF course, I’ve not been carrying bowls &.
buckets of water to and fro, yet.
Still, waiting two months for a plumber should not be.
a bother, really. It’s just the agony I’m going through
every single day, several times when using the W.C.
I’ve got water to get, just being handicapped with
so many ailments are getting to be a far too
painful task every so often for me.
I glean that it cannot be classed as an emergency; at least I have water. It’s just killing me fetching it! If other elderly folks have no water to use, or families with ankle snappers, or Cannabis growers need water for the plants… I don’t mind, really.
But I do wish someone could please, help the pain.

The bloody have come back again.
Can’t concentrate now on blogging. I’ll have a go at getting back onto WordPress Reader – fingers crossed 🤞.
Hurrah! Got on it!
Now to sort some nosh out!

Imitation belly pork slices sarnies made, with much of the gorgeous.
plant butter lathered on them.
The Iceland crunchy potato chunks had too many
black eyes in them, so I had to check each one
before putting them in the oven.
The beetroots were, unfortunately, similar to ball-bearings
in texture. Disappointing!

I still give this meal a Taste Rating of 7/10.

Nodded off, woke up by the final Carer calling. (Tomey?)
Night-bag was attached.
No painkillers: too soon after the previous ones. I’m sure I heard the vicious, angry laughing at this! Haha!

Another broken-nights kip. Pains & Thought Storms to blame!

FARE THEE WELL!Go forth in Peace…
Let problems decrease…
You splice your mainbrace…
That fears & worries decease…
Help & health can resurface,
Life gives you fewer curses…
And +get more visits from the nurses!

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