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I was no sooner down in the £300, second-hand, most uncomfortable, decrepit, Haemorrhoid Harold-testing, creaking, sleep-deterring, nauseatingly beige-coloured, not-working, recliner, and I was off in a deep cataphora! But, it only lasted a couple of hours. I was more like a catnap! Thanks to…
For the first time ever, Colin was affecting both hands and fingers! Naturally, I coped in my usual pain-bearing way. Being the calibre of man that I am. (Cough, cough!) Any wailing noises heard by my neighbours would likely have been in my sleep while having a nightmare. 
Here is the drip tray with the night bag in it, catching the state of my water-leaking, one swollen, one not, legs. With Lymphorrhoea Leslie, Odious Odema Diana, and the ankle ulcer; leaking fluid and the odd tiny globules of blood. I could feel and see some more storage space they had made for themselves just under the ankles. It’s a game, innit?
A slightly better measure in the bag, especially for five hours.
No immediate call for the 
yet, so I had a rare mug of tea and just three dunked bikkies for breakfast.
Naturally, the tea was decaffeinated. Again,
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Well, I knew today may well break the time taken record again. I was right! You see, I’d been walking about the flat for ages without any socks or slippers on. That is because it’s such a hell of a painful arduous task getting them on. (Pity-Search-here?)
I can’t see very well since starting the Opatha and Maxitrol eye drops. The soles looked almost black to me, so today, I’ll stand in a bowl of soapy water when I take the shower; I might put a tiny drop of bleach in it. The morning exercise time… yes, the – well, not exactly, the action bit is in agonisingly carrying buckets of water to refill the unmended W.C. water tank and not working cold tap. Still, it’s only been about three months since the problem was reported to Nottingham City Homes maintenance, and I’m in pain hauling the water every time I use the . But I don’t want to rush them… Let’s face it, what’s a little agonising, painkiller-needing bother from 
once or twice a day… Surely whoever reported it for me, must have told them about this problem? Int life good?
Anyroad, today I wore the reading glasses just in case the torpedoes need a lot of prompting to escape my innards. Now I could at least have a go at the crossword puzzle while waiting.
(More Pity-Searching Here?) But it caught me out today, and came out quickly; it was a deep orange colour and stunk to high heavens? And I only ate a pot noodle yesterday, and three bikkies this morning? Messy too, which cost me even more time to get cleaned up. What’s going on here? Tsk!
The shaving went well, just two tiny cuts. The teeth cleaning was put on the back burner; until I find where I left the toothbrush? Got the bowl filled with water from the shower, added Dettol and washing-up liquid, and stood in the bowl, ready for a good scrub-up…
As I reach up to get the shower thingamabob, my feet slipped on the bottom of the bowl…
I knocked the bowl over as I lunch at the grab bar, holding onto it for dear life as I spun round and hit my bum on the tiles, but prevented a proper tumble.
Apart from agony from the bum, , 
pouring blood, a bruised knee, 
giving me some, and the 
valve getting opened in the shuffle and merrily releasing pee all over, it wasn’t too bad.
It took me ages to get the place, and me sorted out. I was a smidgeon shaken up but persevered with the showing, but at a reduced rate and with extra care. I dare not use the bowl again. So I thought, “Ah, I’ll use the loofah to reach the feet’s soles…” but that seems to have joined in the toothbrush in the AWOL list? Some days are not good… well. all of them for me!
However, things may have been a lot worse if I’d missed or failed to hold on to the grab rail. I’m sure the soles of the feet were not cleaned properly. But did I care by then? No, not a lot!
Finished the shower, got the reading glasses back on, and towelled off, then started the medicationings.
I actually counted them today, but I forgot how many. More than on here me, methinks;
❶ Olive oiled the ear holes.
❷ Little Inchies Fungal Lesion creamed.
❸ Ointmentated the Catheter straps, and dried the pouch.
❹ Dried the 
, both 
and 
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❺ Germolened 
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❻ Phorpained as far as I could reach.
❼ TCP’d the Mystery chest-tummy, whatever they are.
❽ Then, the painful and impossible one! Daktacorting Little Inchies Fungal Lesion. Which is usually the trickiest of them all, pain-wise and tactically.
Having the Catheter tube inserted, and refitted so often over the last… how long has it been? It must be three or four months by now; it has and is nigh-on impossible to get the cream where it is needed to stop the bleeding. Unfortunately, it is easy to get the medication onto one’s testicles. Arrgh!
ANOTHER CHALLENGE – GETTING DRESSED!
The Second-Worst Dressing Job First
Getting into the protection pants!
The knees and water-filled legs do not want to raise enough for me to get the second leg in! I can’t use the picker-upperer, because it tears the fabric it pulled at. So I’ve worked out a sometimes successful trick. I get myself either back to the sink, or in the corner of the room, for best. But the legs do not want to bend enough, so I lean to the left and often get the foot in the lefthand side after getting the right one in.
Then getting the pants up to the intended area is obstructed by 
. Many tears happen when I do this, and I have to start again, win, or lose at this stage, I can assure you starts kicking off!
Thank heavens I only wear trousers when I have to go to the hospital, Dentist, EENT or any other medical calling.
Cause they are so painful to wear.
As for wearing socks, without help from a carer, it’s virtually out of the question. Not long ago, I had to use the dreaded 
Now as my faculties and body deteriorate, I can’t even manage to use her. , the Papules, 
, even 
can stop any chance of using the blood-causing Glenda anymore.
and 
pool together, to somehow make me forget to ask the Carer to help me get socks, shoes, or trousers on, on the day needed.
I got carried away there. Better put summat else other than tales my sufferings and woes, Hahaha!
Where was I?
Who am I?
Why am I?
Oh, yes…
The feet and legs were always changing, leaking, then drying, growing, or shrinking… Hey-ho!
Well, what a record… 2hrs-25minutes
to get the Throne & ablutions done!
Little Inchie off again, poor little mite!
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Nice morning
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Pondered over what to have to eat later…
The result was nothing. I’m just not hungry.
Meals over the last few days have been
tasteless anyway. I did have some biscuits, though
with my two cups of tea.
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Nice!
Hristina, the wonderful haematology DVT Warfarin nurse, arrived to take some more blood. ♥
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A little uncertain as to why I took this one?
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Confusion today over the eye drops, but I had them all.
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The end car park now the short rain had stopped.
You can see the mudslide from the cut-through on the right into the Woodthorpe Park area. And my neighbour’s balconies!
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I took another shot to the left of the balcony.
Then around 17:00hrs and over the next few minutes, I took several shots of the oh, so wonderful puffer clouds.
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Pareidolian’s Delight!
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Pareidolian’s Delight!
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Pareidolian’s Delight!
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Wow, Gorgeous! Took this again to get the sun
TOTAL MEMORY BLANK!
Gawd knows what happened here.
I seem to know that Carer Chris came twice more.
Vaguely recall taking a tumble, well more a stumble.
Then nothing for three hours or so. (I think)
Got on with this blog, until the fatigue came over me.
This is unbelievable, cause apart from the wet room battle, I’ve had the easiest day for ages?
But I still fade as the day progresses.
Not hungry yet.
The .
I’ll finish this in the morning…
All being well!
I had a tasteless Pot Noodle, I thought I’d better eat something, even if I can’t taste anything nowadays.
Carer Chris made the last call. Medications were given to me, and Maxitrol and Optha eye drops were inserted. Night Catheter-Pouch added to .
TTFN
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You may not hear/read this very often again…
It was later than usual as well. And I cannot recall waking up with the usual jumps, jolting, jarring, buffeting, or twitching very often, only a handful of times. The miracle was not 
having any interference from 
I thought I’d try to tidy up the Carers desk, in the hope that I could think of a system for doing the eye drops so as not to miss any of them. 
!
As I bent down to Hoover the carpet underneath the table, I 
, not that it bothered me, of course. I scoffed at it, grinned and then a belated time-warped pain arrived from the 
. Swear? Curse? Spit? Me? Well… yes I did a bit, actually.
I sorted the four waste bins out into one black one. And hobbled with it to the front door. I knew the start today was too good! 
to jump in and get me to lose my balance, assisted by 
. Great! 
Now I’ve broken the new two-week-old varifocal spectacles, as I caught my forehead on the corner of the wall! 
. But all these things are down to either the Mysteries of Woodthorpe Court, with the hobgoblins, spectres, gnomai, phantasms, ghosts, the grotesque succubae, extraterrestrials, ectoplasms, spirits, or the Fata Morganas, that have been sent to taunt, irritate and terminate my already limited saneness of mind, or my born with and have onto ever since, Bloody Bad Luck! I suppose that 
has to take his share of the blame as well. 
Well pissed off, and I went to get a bottle of water from the kitchen fridge. Lovely shade to the misty view this morning.
and took this snapshot.
Made a mug of Glengettie and got the computer on. Carer Candis arrived, so the tea was allowed to get cold again. I have done that regularly recently. Nice to see her again.
same products, which I had to pay full price for. Hey-Ho! 
have to try and find out about this.
but some distance away.
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Trotsky was in charge again. 
Aha! The Iceland order cometh.
Again the shortbreads were on offer, as were the cookies, and Carers ice cold coffees
The baking potatoes were expensive. The baby new potatoes were too as it happens. Look fresh, though!
The meat ends ham 3 for £5 all came. One for me, One for Carer Kara & one for neighbour Josie. That’s the plan! Hehe! I’ll 
see if we like the ‘Free’ strawberry yoghourt later. Same distribution plans for them.
I can get Kara to pass it on to someone who will get benefit from it. Got the fridge filled as well.
My last job with the foodstuffs was to top up the Nurses’ and Carers’ nibble & drinkies shelves.
went down for the fourth time this morning… oh, it’s well into the afternoon now.
An especially good-looking meal was prepared.
chimed out, and Carer came in
Had a go on the computer, but had several more 
brown-outs from famously inept mob from USA Liberty-Global. The number crunchers and Smoke & Mirrors Oligarchs.
failures today, up to seven.
. I wished him a thank you and a good break. I think he said he’s back on Saturday. A good lad.
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Then noticed the legs. The left one was flaming bloated, massive, the right all skinny. And, water was spouting out of both leg ulcers and the papules on the left one. Tsk!
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I took another look a few minutes after sorting the bags out, and the water was still coming out of the ulcers and papules. Although more slowly than earlier.
went down on me. Well, well!
it was the Carer. I was Gobsmacked at the time. He’s not been informed of the changes. He said he’d inform whoever was coming next time; it was not midday, but 13:30hrs or thereabouts. To get back on schedule. to give the four-hour break. The gal arrived near midday. 
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Found this snap I took early this morning.
The White Toe End
The Hallway
Little & Large…
Bottom Car Park
Today’s Mystery Photo?
Rain on the way, methinks?
The clouds still hold a beauty for me
Pareidolian’s Delight
Back to the kitchen window as the rain started.
Naturally, I took these through the window.
Good Heavens, Little & Large again.
Ah!… I wonder if this almost poisonous-tasting medicine, combined with the new Optha eye drops, could be what’s causing my taste buds to revolt? Hehehe!
A pincer movement attack this time – both hands and fingers.
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Great shade of urine…
The IV bruise looking a little better.
The legs – a little fatter?
Also, better feet and ankle ulcer!
Hard but still messy.
After using the stored-ready water containers to refill the non-working W.C. water tank (Waited Ten weeks for a repair up to now, and not due until July 7th) Thus, I am sentenced to agony on every visit to the Porcelain Throne or WC.
I rang 
to see if I could get a lift to the bank on Wednesday; they told me to ring back in case there was a cancellation – but, no such luck. 
. It was still slightly 
The conversation was difficult, and 
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I tried to sort out the things I need t
Asda food arrived.
The fridge & freezer are full now!
Which, I could swear I made for next week.
I must get a grip on these date mix-ups!
Even more, food is crammed away now!
Started to prepare the meal of the day.
The meal was one of my tastiest yet.
A quarter of the way through it… and
. No Carers
. She couldn’t get her remote control to change the sound on her kitchen TV. It really bothered her. So I went in to have a look, thinking that the remote might need new batteries. But no! 
strikes!