27 | September | 2023

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Oh, yes… Gorrit!
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This day was, well… Mayhem! Again!
Had to really cut back on blogging. As the nurse said I’ve to keep my leg raised! I’ll tell yer in a bit…

First thing on waking. Well, after passing wind, and sensing that both ingrowing toenails, on the left foot, and on the right, were painful, I bent down to remove the night pouch from the clutches of , and gave me head a wobble… not the usual one; this was an instant version, without the usual warning signs. This told me today, he was going to enjoy himself at my expense. (He did later, too!)
I was so amazed when I saw that the nocturnal pouch was completely empty. Yet the day pouch valve was in the open position? What happened there, I don’t know! So, I picked up and shook the pouch and tubing, and within a few moments, the urine flowed gushingly from the day to the night bag?
All seemed to be working again. lingered a little. Had this just actually happened?

I rose from the £300 second-hand shop bought, c1966, ache-making, moth-eaten, bedraggled, cringingly-beige-coloured, grotty, dilapidated, crumb-containing from my nocturnal nibblings, bug-ridden, itch-inspiring, not working recliner, and limped into the kitchen. Limping due to a combination of ailments this time. which was stinging something horrible, and challenging me to scratch at it. But I resisted. . , , the toes as mentioned, and assisted me to knock my torso against the door frame going into the kitchen. So, joined in the assault!
To make me feel even worse, the three photos I took of the morning view were all crappy!

Oh, double-dear!
Oh, treble-dear!

Off to the wet room…To get the ablutions tended to… Starting with a sudden urgent need to utilise the Porcelain Throne.
Got my feet in a bowl of soapy water with baking powder added. To soak-clean the feet while having a shave
The almost expected teeny-weeny cut, not in the neck-hole this time, but behind the earhole. The only places left that grow hair on my head. A swift sprinkle of the Brut aftershave
put an end to the leaking haemoglobin.
Then, after emptying and washing the bowl, I got into the shower. Closed the curtain, moved the chair into position, lowered the shower head to a reachable position, then…
opened the shower curtain, moved the chair, exited and out into the hallway, to turn the shower power on in the hallway. Humph! Back in, closed the curtain, and moved the chair back into position. Then I the on the chair leg. Swore, cursed a little more, and; and then I noticed the blood blood that was trickling down my leg from poor old. The pad on the geyser papule was almost dropping off, and a smidgeon of blood was making its way down the right leg as well.
I’d already decided that things were not going well, and would probably get worse, without any input for EQ either..
Got the shower finished without any other painful incidents.
The pad on the right leg , had stayed in position all through the process.

That’s the end of any detailed stuff. Rushing now…

Rubbish done.

Found that I’d left the potatoes in the crock pot for 20hrs! Tsk!

Mug of tea, Glengettie of course.

I Heath Robinsoned a new papule covering.

Good colour in the pouch.

The homemade dressing is still on.
engaged!

Did I put the food delivered on or not?
Nice!
Fridge choker-bloc!
Freezer, too!

Late rain.
We need it, not as bad as some areas do, though.

Just as well they were out of some foods!

Strawberry treats for the helpers.
Bananas, and my favourite three varieties of biscuits.
Maryland Cookies (UK), Lemon Puffs (Poland) & LU Petit Beurre. (France)… if only I was allowed more mugs of tea, I could eat them faster and more of them! Hehe!