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What an atrocious, awful, deplorable, lousy, reprehensible rotten day of computer cock-ups on my behalf!
You wouldn’t believe that after ten hours of work done on the blog and Corel-Draw, (Interrupted only by carers calling), I lost all the later taken photographs – Had to make the Health Check graphic again, and actually lost the damned notepad with the reminders of events on it! Several times throughout the day, I had problems and Accifauxpas due to 
failing, and me hitting obviously, the wrong keys without realising, and finding the computer doing different things than I wanted; and had to turn everything off and back on again to reset to default. This happened to me on CorelDraw, Excel and MS Word… oh, and on the internet as well!
My spirits sank, a 
visited me a few times as well. Repeating these cock-ups and 
several times throughout the day, was humiliating to me.
Self-Pity, Self-Hating and Time-to-give-up episodes made things, well, me, feel even worse for having them!
Around teatime, I made the meal, just a few battered soy balls. Yet despite things calming down a little; mistake-wise, I enjoyed this small simple bowl of fodder. But… when I woke up with the usual jerk and jump, I found… wait for it… eight empty Cheesy Curl bags in the waste bin beside the £300, second-hand, most uncomfortable, decrepit, Haemorrhoid Harold-testing, micro-organism-microbe-bugged, easily-fallout-able-from, unfit-for-use, not working, recliner. Now guilt joined my emotions!
I could not get back to sleep. I was waking up every few minutes, it seemed. Yet there were no pains from any of the ailments; although 
was sticking a bit, and no 
bothering me? I gave up any hope of returning to snuggling up with 
, and I got up (Mon) at 05:15hrs…
With my brain suffering from baffling 
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I wouldn’t like another day like this ever again! It was most likely something to do with 
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Night pouch.
Only mud stains showing for 
yesterday, no water.
: I only just made it in time to the
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Straw-like mash!
Went on the balcony again, and did my best to take a shot with the Kodak of a crow down below. I took several snaps, but all were horrendously poor. The above is the best of them.
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A wide shot of the horizon to the North-West.
Then to the East.
This is the stage where I made a series of absolute 
& .
Lost all the photos, and spent hours trying to get the computer back to default after died on me for a few minutes… and the cock-ups began!
I gave up trying and spent some time doing other things that needed my attention, paperwork-wise. A farce that was too!
The eyes were incapable of deciphering the minuscule print.
I found using the spy-glass didn’t solve anything – I had to hold it so close to the paper, I could only read a line at a time, as I tried to scroll down with the magnifier. Then forgot what I’d read in the first place; it took me that long! The ailments were at it now, causing me angst! 
, 
, , 
, & 
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, any one of them… or all of them to blame?
Even, although not related to the current farce; 
, 
,
I even had a 
, while I was sat down! A first there I think? Which loosened the flaming 
day pouch, which cost me even more time to sort out!
I was already feeling sorry for myself and depressed about how things were going – or not! – I was at the depths of despondency and dejection, and had a Eureka moment of conceptualisation: “Why are you (me) getting all worked up? This is like a normal day for you… what’s yer problem? Did you expect anything to go right? I thought you’d made your mind up that your life’s got so bad, because of your past life’s wrongdoings?”
What a grumbling moaning soured turd you are!
I was more settled after that! Not content you understand, or heaven-forbid happy; but less depressed!
The last Carer call was by Richard. He said the 
eye drops were to be used up, and then they finish. The same with the 
drops, but need to check with the hospital about those, ASAP, cause we have a lot left in the medical drawer.
A lste shot of the sky, that I cannot remember taking was found on the SD card.
Then another sleep-deprived night!
Keep Well, all my mass of adoring Blog-Fans.
Both of you!
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The first effort after waking proves the point.
Not a good colour this morning.
Again, I’m not sure of the reason for taking this one.
Ah, I remember this one. Yesterday Carer Chris brought the laundry back up for me, but it was almost wet still. He kindly took it down again and brought it back today – all good! I arranged it over the falling-to-pieces computer chair, and this helped to ease the sitting pains donated by poor old 
. Getting low on the Germoloid cream now. It was earlier in the year selling for £5.99, yesterday it was on sale at £6.99… and at a Special price! 
A Pareidolia’s Delight. Ghost creatures, animals’ claws and heads, a flying bat?
Not sure if the one above is, with the eyes being so bad, but it looked to me like a creature being born?
Bootiful!
A ghost attack?
So many things in this one!
At long last, I got a nosh made.
A dollop of the non-butter butter melted into the flesh.
Evening Sunset
A close-up.
I got down and out to the bus stop. No one else about, I thought I’d take a photo or two of the shelter and flats…
I realised that I had left the SD card for the Kodak, on the computer! Grrr! 
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, my having fallen getting off of the vehicle courtesy of 
, and they got me back on my plates-of-meat.
Hobbled up the road, and called in the Co-op store to see if they had any decent tomatoes or garden peas. They had no garden peas, and the tomatoes were a little spongy! So I left. Not responding to a beggar that is always there outside the shop. 
Who made an appointment for me for next Tuesday.
I limped carefully up the road to the chemists to ask about the flu jab. I did notice as arrived, that it is no longer a Lloyds Pharmacy sign above the window. Got it and asked the assistant about how I can book a flu jab. She said we don’t do them now – but the All Night Pharmacy will do them!
Still, I got some more photos taken en route.
I started the hobble back to Winchester Street and came across this white van parked on the already damaged kerbing. I had the choice of walking on the road, or broken tiles… I opted for the cracked, broken tiles route. 
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A few hours later, when I got around to doing this blog, I had no idea what the reasons were, except for the colour maybe.
arose abruptly.
A fourth day on the trot (Pun intended, Hehe!) of 
ruling the proceedings. A messy affair!
I was using the expensive, claiming to be the best there is, WC cleaner. And the squirted cap fell off, and ¾ of it shot out in one go! Tsk! Ah, well, that serves me right!
The left foot & ankle were looking better.
The mudslide is visibly decreasing in size
It looked light the lights were on the right car.
The morning sky was brewing up, for sunshine I think
On with the blogging photograph sorting
Made my second and last mug of tea of the day earlier than usual. Unzipped-a-Banana! Haha!
As the big one was in the laundry bag.
It looks like the being done-up house on the edge of the bottom field, had some washing out to dry. I thought they may have gone away while the house was being upgraded.
The landline flashed, but I was emptying the catheter pouch at the time, and it rang off before I could get to it.
I had to save the work, shut down the computer, and struggle to get the trousers and shoes on without help! Needless to say, it was a lot longer than 15 minutes by the time I arrived at the salon. Still, got the toenail and feet done. Paid the £25 bill. Got an appointment for the next time, but lost the card somehow. 
So I ended up buying another one while I was out; on what turned out to be a horrendously mind-bending, physically draining, full of mistakes & failures trip out!
with carrier bags on the handlebars, back home to the penitentiary!
I was in a sad state by the time I got back.
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Going down so often. My lack of concentration. And my newly acquired habit of falling asleep for no reason, this blog was not started until Friday mid-morning. So I’ve cut it short so that I might make start working on today’s (Fridays) a little earlier. Then pray that 
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, my lack of concentration and Falling-Asleep-Fred, will not ruin getting anything done blog-wise again. Got to get this done ASAP, as the nurse is due to call today… that despite delaying blogging, brought a wicked smile to my face. Hahaha! As if!
I stirred back into Horrors, Fears, Whoopsiedangleplops, Accifauxpas & Worries of Life at 05:10hrs.
Not so good
Not sure about the ankles; they could be getting infected again?
And found the Cancer Check Test Kit on the floor.
He did the first eye drops, Alarm test, and pouch check.
Made brew of Glengettie number one. That’s my lot until evening or night when I will have the second of the two mugs allowed. However, I am allowed as many mugs of the decaffeinated rubbish tea… Urrgh!
Within two hours, (10:00hrs) it was…
The mudslide had increased in size & depth.
Got down to a shower status
Pareidoliable? Yes!
Beautiful!
Signs of more rain to come?
I assume it was a close-up of the sky.
Just look how the sky is so bright, after a gap of about two hours for the photos above this one. Mother Nature again!
Battered balls and mushrooms, and a banana.
I manoeuvred my feet so it shone on the toes.
A surreal photo indeed!
The bottom one is lower down.
Wonderful!
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The leg fell off of the chair, clunking down into the drip tray and night
, as the once-attached day bag on 
The night pouch attached to the urine in the Catheter day bag was of the Grade 4 colour on the NHS Guide card. Took a while to get it off, though.
I took this rather sad photograph of the morning’s mudslide, through the windows of the balcony.
I took this shot of the front car park on Chestnut Walk, also through the window. Cause it was a bit windy, and a little drizzle coming in my direction.
The Iceland order arrived within minutes of Shaquille leaving.
Made worse, because there was no room to store the fresh products and frozen! Another Inchy calamity!
it’s ever been! I even had to remove some stuff and dish it to make room for the new things. 
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to people who have helped me, later in the day. 
read the dates even with the spy-glass. The cataract-done eye is worrying me a smidgen, being so bad.
Fortunately, the domestic arrived just as $25million salaried Mr Fries 
Back onto the now-working internet.
Ten minutes after coming back on, it went off!
Back to blogging…
So beautiful mind you! I did some 
on each of the pictures that I took. I spent quite a while on this.
In my eyeholes with it, so as to speak. 
Mr Fries’ rather incompetent crew from the useless internet providers were at their worst for a long time. They did not get any better!
I made up some milk roll breast sarnies with soy meat, drenched in BBQ sauce. Naturally, there were the usual thickly sliced cuts from the none-butter butter that 
is so gorgeous tasting on the bread.
I had a go at blogging again.
I tried the internet on the computer again. I wonder if the $26million salaried Mr Fries at 
Of course, it’s gone up since
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It seems we had some heavy rain last night?
Close-up of the mini mudslide,
As it lightened up, I went onto the balcony to have another search for something worth photographing.
An early morning car-washing tenant out there. Shaking his car’s carpets, doing a thorough job. Is he selling it?
The car cleaner was still at it after I’d visited the wet room for the 
& 
I had a look at the NHS Falls Team advice booklet.
More advice in a safe environment.
With 
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suddenly giving way without warning, I think the chances of this advice being effective are minimal. Look at the last bad tumble, where I spent four hours laying on the floor… that one was due to, I think, the leg just mentally disappeared. In an instant, it wasn’t there, and as I went backwards and landed on the deck, there was no pain from the leg at all… for a few minutes, then the brain got the message from the dying neurotransmitters, and the agony began. 
Reduce Your Risks! Hehe!
Getting tired now; hard to read the mini-print.
Getting Up From A Fall.
being set off! In my efforts crawl to utilise 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, to get back upright and recover.
Dreadfully slow, but up to now, it had gone down only once! I b
Going down just once!
But 
was in a different mode this time!
I couldn’t concentrate on the crossword at all. Hehe!
Soy mince, beetroot, tomatoes, onions, potatoes and garden peas!
The left leg had blown up, and a bruise appeared from nowhere and started to kick off? And 
I olive-oiled the earholes and dropped the bottle, which landed on my 
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, I lost my balance getting the fresh PPs on…
On the way to the wet room floor, I tugged foolishly 
at the shower curtain, the plastic clips holding the curtain on the rail pinged and shot all over the place, and the curtain covered my horizontal body…
What made me think that a flimsy thin plastic curtain would help stop me from falling?
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The great colour of the urine in the night pouch was impressive. 
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Took this one with the flash on, Tsk!
Then this with it off.
took a shot of his own accord, and without
And a close-up of the morning mudslide puddle
A fair size today
A mug of Glengettie tea and an apple pastry
The Asda delivery arrived
Today, he was a friendly driver who helped a lot by bagging the stuff from his containers into carriers for me. Most helpful chap.
The first bag was emptied and stored away.
Food cupboard stock, and Carers, nurses nibbles.
Two favourites here;
For the fridge…
Which was well filled up.
Fantastic!
Could be the moon’s surface?
Just caught the end of the sunset.
Well, almost!
The two sourdough mini-baguettes were smothered in the best tasting… better than any real butter, Asda non-butter butter. And smoked tomato ketchup dabbed on them.
And overfilled with the knuckle.
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With my weird sleep problems over the last three days, I have partially lost my appetite for doing this blog.
At least Victor had opened the valve on the day bag after fitting the night bag for me. 
Still as messy as 
Blimey, I’m getting short of toilet paper! The two-and-a-half rolls left won’t last long at this rate. Haha!
The legs were much improved. Grrreat!
whole cream milk was used, just a drop, mind you. 
The milk bottle slipped in response to 
jiggling my body’s right side. I grabbed at the bottle, which had the top put back on… and was on the verge of going into a 
, as of all ailments, 
, spilling in every possible hiding place it could find! Did I swear? Yes!
Got the mess cleaned up in my usual happy-go-lucky singing away manner. 
Late afternoon clouds…
Hey-Ho!
The skies were now in a threatening mode.
I transferred the potatoes from the crock-pot to a saucepan with the chunky veg soup in it. Sliced a few tomatoes. Added a splurt of the Winiary seasoning liquid.
It started coming…
Fine rain heavily for half an hour or so…
Then we had a ten-minute, even heavier downpour.
By Jimminee, my appetite made a comeback tonight!.
Carer Richard arrived for the last call of the day.
I dropped the tray while putting things in the sink to wash. The only solid thing tumbling was the knife – which managed to land on me. 
Fair enough, I settled while the adverts were on, 15 minutes of the film were missed. Got myself a bag of cheese curls and a bottle of soda water to hand, and the film restarted after the commercials…