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The Health Check Returns this week up to now,
are not too bad at all.
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04:00hrs, I woke with a jump and jerking motion and looked at the clock. No interest in getting up or even moving was located. So, I violently passed wind, I recall this disturbed poor little to trickle a little blood. I felt the sensation of the wet warmth from the bum, in the Protection Pants. But I did nothing. These American Depend pants can cope with a lot worse than a spot of blood, without leaking anything. Then fell back into the bliss of sleep. The Carer is not due until around 08:00hrs, so I envisaged a good four hours more sleep. Mmm!

06:25hrs: I was woken by the Carer. That buggered my extra sleep, Ha-ha!

She got the night bag off of the  She helped me to get the night pouch detached from the troublesome this morning  , she didn’t want the bag removed for some reason. Tablets eye drops, medicine, and second eye drops sorted out. And as I started the three-minute waiting after the drops were inserted, with my finger in the appointed corner of the right eye, she left to go on her rounds.
Though far from painless, the ankle, feet, and toes showed signs of improvement. I booted up the computer. Tried to load the photographs from last night, and once again, the shuddersome, evil, unpleasant, cruel, uncaring, displeasing, much-hated, reprehensible, shuddersome, God-awful, scandalous, 26 million dollars a year salaried, Herr Fries of the Pathetic pretend Internet Supplier, & customer ignorers failed!
It’s difficult to believe, I know… So, I made use of the time. A fun selfie on the computer screen. Then…

&

Not without some hindrances, though!
The wet room, and got myself comfortably seated on the . No sooner had I picked up the crossword book, than the evacuation, started and it was all over in seconds. But what a mess I had to clean on the rear end, much to the displeasure of !
I started on the shaving, before tackling the stand-up washing of the overburdened gargantuan, but bouncy-fleshed torso. The Brut was needed afterwards due to the several small nicks that I accrued during the detruncating.
Great that Brut! As I twisted and stretched to put the after-shave back on the shelf, . My right leg slipped in the bowl – I grabbed a hold of the sink, as the bowl tipped over and all the dirty water from the bottom of my feet, spread all over the wet room! I may have quoted a commoner’s curse or two.
Then started spitting, questioning God, humanity and hating even more, , who I blamed for my enforced early ablutioning!
Got the mess cleaned up… and found that I’d left the hot water tap running! Good job I’d got the shaving done, then, cause it was only tepid water to use now!
I then against the trolley wheel. Then when bent to have a look… I banged the leg ulcer against the trolley frame! Luckily, I’m able to bare, or should be bear… pain easier than others, and just laughed it off.

Then got back to the computer, on the web… and a few minutes later, it went off again!
According to the backup and revisions page, while I was self-harming myself in the wet room, it had gone down three more times, five in total. Keep watch on this blog for the following failures!

As I was ten minutes or so into updating yesterday’s blog, Carer Jo-Anne arrived, as the owned Internet failed again, for the 6th time! Would you put your business in the hands of the financial wizards, of smoke & Mirrors money conjurers ? I know it will never happen, but if I win millions, at least I know not to invest in anything to do with . It scares me to death that they may start buying up energy or water companies in the UK. The mess they made of Virgin Media, a once reliable company, is now being demolished, with ulterior motives I’ve no doubt, financially inspired.

Ah, it’s back on again… no sooner wrote this and it’s gone again! For the 7th time! It’s not sad as such. No, yes it is!
Huh! It’s raining now.
A strange hue in the sky for mid-morning today?

The next carer arrived, well two of them. One in training. A nice pair of lads, methinks.
Well My Goodness Gracious Me, and blow me down with a feather duster! Strikes again! Can you believe it? I do!.
I got the new dressing gown on. I bought an XL one to make sure it went around my shockingly tubby and wobbly meaty midriff.
It Didn’t. Each time I sat down, the bottom and top splayed open, revealing my privates, belly and legs. Enough of a shock for anyone! I sat down and sneezed – unaccountably, one of the shaving cuts started to bleed.
Int life good?
The Internet returned. And I started to do some work that I had not been able to save earlier, yet again: As if by magic, the world’s most incompetent provider .
The light shower has stopped.
I went to make the last of the two mugs of tea I’m permitted to drink daily. I can drink as much decaffeinated tea as I want they tell me… Have you ever tried it? You’d be better off and get more flavour drinking stale water!

As I was making the tea, the last but one Carer call was made.
The two young lads, CA & CV. One had a look at the accident area and ulcer zone. One thought it looked terrible, the other a lot better than last week, who I agreed with. Naturally, it still hurts, but nothing compared to last week. The toes are clearing a bit too. The ankle swelling is not so keen on going down. They did the drops, the medications, Peptac… well it’s that horrible flavoured Gaviscon now, and then the drops.
I mentioned the kitchen floor’s state, with me having to go to the hospital on the domestic’s call day. And the new lad set about using the speed mop on the floor for me, bless them.

Very late up tonight, blog addiction again. With the blessed going down so often, I was many hours behind schedule with the blogging.
I should imagine that the top dog at , oligarch Mr Fries does not have this problem? It must worry him a bit?

Cheers!