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Great shade of urine…
And it’s all mine…
So, no need for me to whine…
At last, a positive sign!
Haha!

Body Checks
The IV bruise looking a little better.
The legs – a little fatter?
Also, better feet and ankle ulcer!
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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.
Has anyone told them? I was forced to take some decent painkillers in an effort to calm down my anger-ridden . It’s a cruel world!

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 , and , not to mention my troublesome .
But the Lady was patient and made sure I’d got the right details, when I booked a trip with them for Tuesday 13th June; to the .

Carer Kara, ensured a lift to the bank with a taxi company for me and a Carer (Christopher?) for Thursday.

I tried to sort out the things I need to take to the EENT with me for the visit, but I was struggling. So, I’ll ask a carer to make a list for me. Shaquille?

Asda food arrived.

The fridge & freezer are full now!

And Iceland delivery arrived.Which, I could swear I made for next week.
Another cock-up on my behalf!
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.

Got it served up with some added beetroot and the last of the bottle of Borscht, and some Zirnelial peas. Sob!
The meal was one of my tastiest yet.
A quarter of the way through it… and
. No Carers
were due? So I put down the delicious
food, and off to the door to investigate.
It was . 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! Poor Josie could not see which buttons controlled the sound on the panel. It took a long while to explain, and she kept wanting it louder and then quieter. She could not grasp which buttons to use. Bless her. And with her bad sight, had difficulty in her seeing which ones to use, and kept pressing the ‘Mute’ button in mistake. I drew a map, if she can see it, of where the volume buttons were. Eventually, I got it how she wanted it and departed back to my cell… er… flat.
And the cold meal on the tray. Hehehe! I still ate it without microwaving it to warm it. With a glow inside, cause it’s marvellous when for once, I can help someone else. I ate it all up with a wholemeal roll, and still enjoyed it!

Must have been tired, I can’t recall the evening caller; what happened or when I got to sleep?
Nothing until waking up in the morning.
Another strikes!

TTFN