Inchie: Thursday 13th July 2023

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I stirred into life, with bladder and tummy pains aplenty. I’d forgotten something last night… I was disappointed that I had failed to put on the flipping  night bag. Yet Again!
Hence the discomfort from the bladder. The day bag must have been close to its bursting point. I forgot to ask the carer to leave a bag out in the drip tray. I got it onto the £300, bought eight years ago from the second-hand shop, Harold Haemorrhoid testing, repugnantly beige-coloured, crumb containing, virus-breeding, acne-giving, rickety, non-working recliner. Had to get up and empty the pouch, but got my head down again.

Stirred once more at 05:00hrs. Well pleased with what little pain and aches I had in the legs. I decided to risk trying to get my slippers on for the first time in weeks. I took a snap with the Kodak before actually moving anywhere.
Nottingham Forest legs – Red & White. Hehe! Things seemed to be going well! So I made for the wet room to do me and to visit the Things went well!
Although had the advantage still.

Although I didn’t realise it then, I’d had four shaving cuts. Carer Kara noticed them later on. All on the neck.

Then… after such a good start, the hip started playing up again. Worries me a smidgeon that does. Just my remembering last week’s four tumbles in four days... the left leg and/or hip giving way being the leading cause of them all.
But none today yet, as I type anyway. Just a few scares when it seemed to feel like it was going, but a second later was back, just giving me the pain. Still, I’ll make myself a mug of tea for biscuit dunking, Glengettie, methinks…
, I had to hasten back to the wet room, and Carer Richard arrived as I entered the door limpingly. I muttered I was sorry but have to carry on.
The evacuation was different once again from ten minutes earlier. Not unusual, as Tom Jones sang.

A messy job that needed cleaning up!
Did the clean-up as fast as I could and went out to Richard.
He looked at the leg, and to my surprise, the right one had bloated up and gone red! Nothing like it was hewn I woke.
Also, I only had one of the prostate capsules left.

And none of the penicillin tablets at all.

He asked me to get the later carer to ring the Doctors.
Carer Kara said she’s ring them tomorrow for me.
She arrived just before noon and checked on the letters I’d received but had to go after she issued the eye drops, medications, and second Eye drops.

Email from Iceland.
Shortcake biscuits, soup to soak the bread in, no doubt with added Borscht and seasonings.
The fridge is now mega-filled!

Amazing afternoon clouds

Plenty of images were spotted in these two

Teatime view, nice!

Later, through the balcony windows.

Found the photo of yesterday’s meal, but today’s seems to have disappeared now!

Evening Care called, and I took two quick, ungood snaps of the sun setting. A close-up
Then a wider shot

I took a picture of the legs, ankles, feet…
And it came out in B&W?
Still, they looked better!

This was one of the best ‘Article-Item-Face’ finding pareidolia session photos of the year.
My first thought was the whole picture could be a map of Europe in the future. Obviously, France had either had a nuclear power station disaster (Or maybe a Brie cheese farm blew up), or Putin was still in charge in Russia and was attacking Europe? The wind was blowing Westwards, and Britain copped for a lot of fallout? The idea tickled me. Hehe!

Cheers, Each!