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There’s a lot that life has been launching at me lately.
Medically, financially, and socially, guilt, & self-hatred, which is undoubtedly one of the worst, along with the unwarranted depression and hatred of my ailments. But the Master-Pisser-Offerer, without question, is:
My recently acquired inability to absorb facts, figures, numbers, dates, and names and my chronically-bad memory are worsened by oligarchs 
& the company they bought and destroyed; for some obviously underhand ulterior motive, 
‘s constant, every day several times going offline, is the killer! I already struggle to see what I’m doing and 
writing with, 
, and 
, naturally 
&
Don’t help me either. I’ve got to get this out of my system, even if 
s, Mr Fries, the $26 million salaried boss, sues me. I’ve not got enough money to live on, so it will mean prison for me… which could mean me getting the medical attention I need quicker? No ridiculously increased heating and lighting bills, cost of food price rises, rent going up, insurance going up… He might be doing me a favour by suing me for telling what I believe to be the truth.
I really love doing this rubbish of a blog. But it’s getting harder and harder. Losing work on it diurnally, when Liberty-Global repeatedly, fail to maintain even an imitation of the good service.
I’ve only just started writing this Thursday’s blog at 15:00hrs on Friday. And as for getting Fridays done… well…
(I’ve been out to see the Bank Manager! I know!) Carer Kara went with me and took control, bless her cotton socks. A treasure she is, I’d be lost without her help. (She’s still not keen on adopting me as a grandfather, though… I don’t blame her! Hehehe!)
I’ll tell you about it in the next blog. I hope.
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Just look at this above… One High Norm, and three Hyper One Lows. Considering my life is a mess at the moment, I’m well pleased with these returns! 
The attached night pouch was darker than of late. But only just inside the ‘Drink More Fluid’ area of the NHS scorecard by a little.
The regulation need of the 
arose, so off to the wet room, using two sticks this time. I’m a smidge worried in case the left leg collapses again. But it didn’t… had I just taken 
, or mayhap 
alone, I can’t help but feel the leg would have gone on me again. Hehehe!
My heart warmed when I got inside the wet room, and noticed I’d scrubbed of the “Do Not Flush” I’d written on W.C. the water tank. Tickled pink at knowing the tank would refill without me having to lug all the water from the kitchen to get it refilled. Thanks to Deana for ringing the maintenance for me about it.
The right leg where I dropped the soda bottle on my ankle and toe, was still tender, but not as bad as I thought it might be.
(It got a lot worse with doing all the walking on Friday, to get to the bank, and sort it out tomorrow!)
The red marks under both arms had returned, but I had some of the ointment left that I used up. The usual procedure of 
was performed, without any further 
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Another Blue-Hue to the morning’s view!
Tea & bikkies time, then got the computer going…
Please do not let Mr Fries, from know about this, cause I know he’ll be worried sick about the company he spent s $23 billion to buy, not working, and will feel so depressed and ashamed. Huh!
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Money-Mad Twerp! (Jealousy, methinks? Hahaha!)
Yes, it’s only my jealousy, you know! Haha!
I lost couldn’t of the time it went down. Certainly the most by far from in any one day. 
They outshone their own usual incapabilities today.
I knuckled down to the regular pattern for hours and hours then.
❶ Starting with creating some artwork or blog input…
❷ Going down...
❸ Washing pots, eye drops in, Medicationalisations, second eye drops in, going to get another bottle of spring water, taking photos of the sky from the kitchen window, in any order…
❹ – coming back on…
❺ Trying to remember where I was and what I’d done – to enable me to redo the world lost because it couldn’t be saved due to – going down. Repeat, Repeat, Repeat, Repeat! Repeat, Repeat!…
Here are the sky photographs from the day
I was so frustrated, more than s Fries will ever be. But of course, nothing must come between the oligarch’s desperate addiction to profit, even if only on paper.
Carer Chris arrived for the next to last call of the day. I was sat in the £300, second-hand, musty, Haemorrhoid Harold Testing, cringingly beige, crumb-covered, not-working, rickety recliner, where I’d fallen asleep. Through mental fatigue, frustration, and fighting off my hatred for the uninterested . Until 
rang out, and Chris entered.
He was kind enough to tend to me without my getting up from the £300, second-hand, c1968, charity shop-bought, eyesore-horrendously grungy coloured, Harold Haemorrhoid-testing, easily-fallout-able from, unfit-for-use, not working, recliner.
He did the 
eye drops first, then the medications, and then the second 
drops. Kind of him; I think he understood how done-in I was.
THE DREAM!
I reckon I nodding-off again within seconds of the lad leaving.
Into a marvellous dream that I did not want to leave.
It made me want to cry on my sleeve…
Nothing happened to make me sad or grieve…
Suzanne my first love, came into view…
I shan’t say what we got up to!
♥
The door chimes chimed out. It was Carer Chris on the last call of the day. Again, the lad let me stay in the recliner while medicating and eye-dropping me.
Getting back to sleep was not so easy this time. The concerns about the visit to the bank in the morning, and getting things ready, harrassed my 
tormented mind.
The bliss of sleep was just about to return. The eyelids were drooping, the mind going blank. Then I suddenly realised I’d not had a meal! So I got up and made one, a feast really!
Followed by some wonderful vegan ice cream!
Evening all… Have a good day!
I love this one; just look at the dates. Hehe!
I burst into life with a jolt, inane muttering coming from my mouth; I must have been in the middle of a dream? 
Decent-coloured urine this morning.
in complete charge. Messy!
A stand-up job. Bleeding aplenty from various departments during the washing-up, of my magnificent, muscular, firm, women-attracting body. 
Where from? I’ll tell yers: Teeth and gums, nose, chin, neck, head and of course the regulars, 
, and poor old 
tube.
And, these oligarchs, heroic internet blockers who claim this: “Liberty Global is a world leader in converged broadband, video and mobile communications and an active investor in cutting-edge infrastructure, content and technology ventures” – Financially they may be, but the service is crap!
Within five hours it had been down nine times! (And more followed!) By the end of the day, the smoke & mirrors money fanatics had failed me no less than 22 times! I really must say, My hatred for them grows!
Laundry returned.
Something else to do while the Liberty-Global internet is down.
for 21 July for the EENT Hospital. Kara spoke but, 
Back on the computer…
Ad an early meal, just a small one.
Not sure why or when I took this one.
, 
, 
or maybe even a
took a shot of the end car park as it was beginning to darken a little. We can’t have had much rain lately; the mudslide from Woodthorpe Grange Park was noticeable by its absence! 
Waking up to the flashing light from the TV screen, which did the cataract no good.
The amazing blue hue of the night.
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Nigh pouch off, emptied & sorted
Kitchen
Check on the being done-up house below.
Refilled biscuit barrel with the 4-a-day cookies.
Two food deliveries today; I got the bags and boxes out and ready for the first (Asda) 
Soda waters
Apart from having to pick out the black and green ones, these are super-tasty little nuggets of potato. I can do them in the new air-fryer (15 mins) or in the oven (45 mins). 
Soya lemon desserts, Lacto-free
Bakery Section…
Only one packet of tear & share bread allowed. (It’s on offer!) I got all the bread ordered, a rarity, I decided to put some in the freezer for later on. 
Food cupboard stocks.
I decided to make a bottle up as soon as I’d finished sorting the Asda storing of the foods… & a double, painful 
ensured…
I dropped a bottle of Soda, and it hit my chin, then bounced onto the 
, and I may have said something like “Oh, dear!”
Milk roll bread, cheap kitchen towels, apple pastries, spray oils, bread thins, and brown baguettes.
In fact, they had everything I ordered, even the ones I ordered by mistake! Hard to believe, I know!
Over the next three hours, I got a lot of updating done on CorelDraw.
and I believe their involvement (Owning or par owning) of 18 other internet providers in Europe. And, of course, their inability to provide internet to Nottingham that does not go down several times a day; that costs me hours in redoing the work lost that could not be saved. Also causing more mistakes!
Ah, that was nice.
And although a terrible photo, the flaky pastry with gooey, sticky apple sauce was also okay!
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from the right leg… Talking about legs, 
The left one has shrunk a lot this morning. Neither 
, or the 
As I gingerly rose from the for once comforting rest of the £300, second-hand, musty, Haemorrhoid Harold Testing, cringingly beige, crumb-covered, not-working, rickety recline, caught my balance and responded to call to the 
I managed to catch my foot on 
as per, right on the ingrowing toenail.
A smidgeon of guilt arose when I saw the contents of the waste bin near the recliner. 
Also, the marks on the chest were clearing up.
Surely someone can see what I did in these clouds.
I live a life of luxury!
Did some work on CorelDraw.
I fell asleep and burnt them!
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05:30hrs, I woke up. (Well, it seemed a good idea?)
The 
as well
I came across a new bruise this morning. No pain from it at all? 
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The showering went well, better than I’d hoped… until I slipped as I stood in the bowl to soak my feet,, and hit my left knee on the tiles. On leaving the shower, I 
big as it was yesterday) left knee for 
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tea, the computer.
Yet again, Virgin Media deemed it fit to cut off the signal to Sherwood in Nottingham. It’s a good job that I’m an understanding man, and have no links to the Mafia! 
Mind you, Mr Fries, the $26 million, with guaranteed bonuses, and an open-ended expense account, the salaried boss at 
Carer Chris arrived. He did the 
I went out on the balcony and spotted the mudslide at the end car park was down to a narrow trickle. Just thought I’d mention it.
I went to the other end balcony window and sadly saw another ambulance had come to collect one of our oldies.
25 minutes later, I was still waiting for the oligotrichically infested money manipulators 
I was just plotting little dreams of their deaths, and as the sweat came down my cheeks from the head, I wiped it off quickly with a kitchen towel. I’d knocked another of the top of the head globules of blood.
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Suddenly the darkness fell, around teatime. 
I got some of the Asda potato chunks out of the freezer. 
Well, yes, I do!
Took a shot of the amazing changing sky from the kitchen. 
From a higher perspective. Being the type of person I am, which is a 
Although I cannot remember taking this photograph, I assume I did a bit of sleepwalking covered by a 
? But this morning, well, afternoon now, by, the time I got around to updating this blog, I enjoyed a bit of 
with it
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routines began. They are still with me now, eight hours later. 
Early meal – Very Nice.
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Suddenly went all overcast, the sun battling through.
split papules oozed liquid.
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Gorgeous!
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I hastily removed the night pouch, put it to one side, then raised my gruesomely overweight body from the chair and made for the wet room. To do a stand-up wash…
had given in the battle for supremacy, and 
. Tackling the shaving first was the most challenging, to avoid all the cuts from yesterday, and avoiding any more. Well, that went okay! Just one tiny nick. My spirits rose! Washed my feet in a bowl while having a body wash. That was not so good. I caught the tube on 
, which made me jump, and pulled it again!
spirits a smidge! 
Medications now, other than the.
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No need for the corticosteroid cream today. No bleeding from the Inchies fungal lesion. Which was amazing, considering I’d just pulled at the tubing stuck in him!
Getting the slippers on in the other room, was nothing short of farcical. 
Checked around to see if I’d left nothing on or running, and off to the kitchenette, to get the kettle on for a brew of Glengettie. Took this snap of the morning view. 
Starting with the head…
The arm, I think, might have been during Deana’s visit fall.
Not sure where this one was from…
The back, I think
This one w
Must be the back near the top of the PPs?
Chris moved down to the 
left leg…
Then 
right leg
There is
he was coming in and came to me at the computer. I took the chance to remind him of the tap not running as well as the tank not filling. He already knew, so Deana must have told them when she phoned for me, bless her.
He got on with the job for half an hour or so and then came to me.
Virgin Media had come back on again. So I pressed on regardless with the Thursday blog updating.
The young man returned with the part and got on with fitting it for me.
Carer Sam arrived with a new young girl to do the meds and eyes for me. I had them laughing with my tales of woe. Haha! Finger in the corner of the closed eye for three minutes. Back on the 
Finally, I got the blog done and posted to WordPress. Phew, what a struggle that all was!
enough. Then realised I’d missed putting this photograph from earlier on
Oddly, the legs have stayed the same today, left lofty, right reduced in size.
Carer Chris made his last call of the day. He’s got four days of now, I think… or did he say three… or two… He got the 
It’s getting late, and the legs weaker, the eyes worse, and the weariness creeping in.
sunset
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A really tasty meal tonight. As I said yesterday, the taste buds are returning online. I’m glad to say. I’ve had some terrible-tasting meals of late.
ignored my over-tiredness and plea for sleep for ages. Then I realised I’d not put the 
I turned to go back, and the night view through the window made me get the Kodak to take a shot or two of the amazingly blue nightshade.
A close-up shot revealed that the sun was just seeable.
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Well, where do I start again?
THE BLOOD FLOWED… down onto my 
cheeks, face, into the earholes and then the protruding mould of my belly onto the floor!.
finally, a dressing gown. I left the mess to sort out later, I’ve got to go back to do the medicationalisationing yet. Dolloped much Brut aftershave to stop the bleeding nicks.
Back to the wet room. Olive oiled the ears, and Germolened the head; the bleeding had stopped. Germolened the grossly wobbly belly. Then I Phorpained the
think it was 07:40hrs. So my chronolgicalness was well out of sync. again.
Got back on the net, and Carer Kara arrived. She did the deeds, had a laugh, and checked on the wounds on my head; bless her. ♥ She doctored the wounds on my head from the bloody shaving 
I got back to the internet… I don’t think that Liberty-Global’s horrible $26 million-a-year salaried Oligarch, Mr Fries, is even aware of how pathetic Virgin has become! I’ll put it another way; He’s obviously not bothered in the slightest! He’ll be blithely unconcerned 
Oberstgrüppenfuhreress, Warden and Primo Ballerina, Deana, and
Yet again!
This wonderful cloud formation soon gave way to misty high clouds – and you know what that tells you! Well, I hope you do and can tell me, please. Haha!
The mudslide was considerably less today.
The eyesight is getting worse again. It does that in the late afternoons, getting worse as the night arrives
I’m back, tomorrow morning, well, afternoon. (It was a busy, busy morning). I took a photo of the end car park; the mudslide well reduced now, even though the rain was falling
I’m not sure if I intended to take this photograph, or if it was another accidental exposure. I’m known for my accidental exposures, you know. 
I got the meal served up. Roasted mini potato chunks, tomatoes, pretend bacon, and the rather misleading – but then again, I am misled easier nowadays as I prepare for the man with the 
scythe.
Before he left, he saw me looking at the Sunsetting and cursing that I could not get up to take photos of it. He kindly grabbed the camera and took these shots 
for me and the blog. I thanked home,
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I spotted that the, erm… whatever it was that had erupted twixt my Man-Breasts and titanically flabby urine-filled stomach; was getting paler… dying off, methinks?
As a perky Carer Chris was on his phone, I spotted that the leg ulcer, ..
about resetting the box this time.
Five minutes later, the internet came back on, and I started to finish Tuesday’s Part Two blog…
fiddling experts who have a share in or own 40% of all the UK’s companies, and pat their top dog, M
Tea & bikkies again, while the Liberty-Global Virgin Media excuse for an internet service was down. 
The second was from the Queens Medical Centre, the EENT department, with an appointment for me, regarding the cataract situation.
They all amazed me.
others; rain is on the way, mayhap?
there at all. Hehe! This wider shot is so interesting to any Pareidolian with half-decent eyesight.
An hour or later rain cameth.
From the end opened window, it was a different story.
Going to make something to eat and get my head down… that’s the plan. The simplest of meals tonight. Baked beans & beetroot cubes, with a dollop of concentrated Borscht, some of the tasteless sliced bread rolls to dip in the Borscht. I enjoyed it, but not the cleaning up afterwards. 
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I do believe the taste buds are rejuvenating at last.
As the slithery-sidestepping, hocus-pocus, mumbo-jumbo, Oligarchs at Virgin Media were continuing with their destruction of various internet companies, presumably, they will get one to work one day, and all the others will fail as well; all a part of ulterior motive I mentioned earlier; I stood up from the swivel chair, grabbed at 
, a cracker it was, too. 
saw to that. Due to the left leg giving way, I spun to my right, taking everything with me from the ottoman top, on my way down to fall flat on my back, landing with a thud, and banging my arm, chin, goolies and face en route… and in the immediately after landing – I could smell the laundry softener in the bag, as it burst open. I lay there twixt what I found to be: the torch, TV remote, four one-litre bottles of soda, two tonic water, and one of spring water… some even underneath me. A burst-open bag of cheesy curls, one pair of scissors and a written bill notification for £800 plus from the carers. Most painful!
. As mobility slowly returned I had a look around while waiting for the ambulance
Tidied up the Catheter.
I love these brown nights.
also bleeding!