Courtesy of the Conservative Party
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It was one of those horrible fixated-on-word-finding days. I spent far too long on this. The worst thing is the crunch… After eight hours or more metaphorically sweating away at the process, I found out that I’d made a terrible cock-up. The entire file was mixed with the wrong selection, and the new template I’d grafted on at the expense of massing up the yet-to-do list of jobs was useless to me! Self-anger, frustration and demoralisation were my state when it came to getting to sleep.
Naturally, I woke up with a foul metallic taste in my throat and bleary eyes to realise that the wet, warm sensation in the protection pants was blood from my poor 
. He’s been leaking a long time, I think and continued on and off all day.
Luckily, the agony of peeling away the dried blood beneath the fresh, from the pants padding, the blood spraying onto my clean dressing gown and down my legs… the pain of bending down and getting a visit from when cleaning things up, dropping the Germolene tube and treading on it, any suffering as my left 
, as I lost my balance, was of no consequence to a pain-bearing hero like me. 
At least the urine colour was of a good light shade in the 
. I’m so glad that the nocturnal pouches have arrived. Less chance of further infection.
The morning view (07:00hrs) was, as I expected, after the clocks changing, a lot lighter. Even if I did forget to adjust all the clocks! Carer Marie did 
them for me.
I made the first of the two-a-day-only permitted mugs of tea. A good, strong one this time, made with my favourite 
of all, Glengettie tea. I put the last of the small potatoes in the crock-pot and added sea salt and a drop of liquid smoke. Then I limped (the toenail was still hurting from the attack on the Germolene tube). On the matter of health, another ailment all but had me over. as I was stepping over the door runner to get into the balcony to take some 
photographicalisations. Taking these scattered-about shots. The mudslide at the end of the car park is the first one. Then, a picture of the gravel footpath I used to walk up daily and beautiful trees. How I miss that daily walk. I can’t even get to it nowadays, let alone walk up it! 
Got the computer booted up. 
arrived. Got the medications sorted and checked the taps and cooker for me. Had a mini-natter.
Then, made a start on the word-finding…. It never really stopped for hours and hours… until I realised the cock-up I’d made and the whole kit & caboodle were useless! I think I only stopped for a few 
visits. All of the exact nature. Not much got on the notepad memory-wise for me to refer to. Tsk!
I took a picture or two of the rain descending through the glass in the balcony windows.
I decided not to open the window, of course, that sort of 
shower I did not need to take. Hehehe!
I’m sure there was a pattern to the raindrops in the second photograph? All, no doubt, due to my addiction to pareidoliaising.
arrived with a new gal training. We managed a little nattering and a laugh. I mentioned my problem with my inability to get through to the Audio clinic and the Electricity Meter reading.
At some time or other, I took this shop of Gawd knows what? After a Sherlock Holmesian Mode was adopted, I decided it must be my fingers, knuckle?
Arrived. I’d just nodded off in the £300, second-hand, c1968, charity shop-bought, eyesorely-horrendously grungy coloured, Harold Haemorrhoid-testing, easily-falloutable from, unfit-for-use, not working, recliner.
Benjamin issued the medications.
I tempted him to some Carer Treats from the Quality Street box.
Being deep into creating what turned out to be the most enormous, most prolonged waste of time at the word selections, I’d not noticed how the rain had continued. See the mudslide photo compared to the morning one higher up, this 
morning’s view!
Here’s the hidden cat revealed. Well, it was supposed to be. Not only could I not find it in the top photo, but I can’t even see it in this telltale photo!
Mmm!
Got the meal finished off and served up. Back down in the £300, second-hand, c1968, not-working, incommodious, grotty recliner. Taste-Rating: Erm… err… 4/10.
Summary
The actions, mistakes and confusions of this day have got to me, no doubt about it! The confidence has been shattered, no that it mattered!
Fare Thee Well, Folks!
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As went to pick up my 
to carry with me, I found that nothing had gone from the bladder to the bag! The moment I’d heaved my rhinoceros-like, but flabby body from the c1966, £300 Oxfam charity shop bought, second-hand, wincingly grotty, beige coloured, crumb-covered from my nocturnal nibblings, itch-making, uncomfortable, positively unhealthy & dangerous, no longer operational, virus-breeding, easy-to-fall-out-of, Catheter-tube-trapping, recliner 
Within seconds the evacuation from my bladder to the night-pouch started. Phew!
On seeing Venus up in the sky, I wobbled back into the living room and got 
, and took this shot. A much better effort. You can actually see the planet!
I thought then, “I’m doing well here, really getting a crack on with these tabs”.
session, as the carer would arrive as I was abluting. No carer should see me in my naked state! It just wouldn’t be fair, and may even prove fatal to them. Imagine the shock for they would suffer. Hehehe!
I’d forgotten about making the brew of tea. So I did!
A little smile appeared on her face. You know, one of those “Oh, dear, what a clot” looks. Yes, yet again, I had missed the changing the clocks! 
I took a photographicalisation of the mornings… well, near lunchtime now, view!
I’m not sure why, the the odd chubby cloud on the top left of this photo, seemed out of place to me, but it did? An alien spacecraft incognito? Haha!
Starting with a visit to the WC.
Cleaning the teeth, yes, the gums bled!
Shaving produced… ready for this?
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against the c1966, £300 charity shop bought, second-hand, wincingly grotty, beige coloured, not working, crumb-covered from the nocturnal nibblings, itch-making, uncomfortable, virus-breeding, easy-to-fall-out-of, recliner.
! I caught the top plaster on the right leg, against a sharp bit of bent metal on the step, and off came the plaster pad, followed by a fair amount of flowing fluid & blood! Argh! 
I went in the front room to get a pad from the nurse’s dollop of medical stuff…
I found one about the right size and returned with it to the wet room… 
The earholes were olive-oiled
Gelled.
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and 
Both eyes.
Pain Relief Taken.
Which looked better than yesterday.
Then I got the cleaning up done from the ablution disasters – this is all a common happening for Inchy.
affected memory, I got writing this piece above.
He helped me get the diabetic socks back on. Emptied the urine jug for me as well.
So turned off the computer.
A kitchen view, straight ahead.
A none-meat, meat Soy pie.
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Much improved colour now I’ve got some of the nocturnal Catheter pouches to use!
The carer took this shot of the leg when changing the straps & long diabetic socks.
The leg and ankle straps are laid out and ready to be used tonight. Must get the laundry done, and the waste bags have not been taken & I keep forgetting to ask the Carers to take both for me. Tsk!
The first-morning view photo.
Two hours later, a little misty.
Another hour and a change again.
Computer on, blogging started.
Late morning through the balcony.
Amazing clouds.
It was a late try from the sun to get through the clouds.
Early evening cloud views.
Wonderful!
Late evening clouds.
OUT OF IT MIND BLANK
I rebooted the memory, I recall going into the kitchen tosee what to have for tonight’s nosh. And 
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Mist
Morning
Photo from the kitchen window.
Later on, a view of the massed car park.
Arrived. There is no need to do the leg & ankle straps; the nurse is calling today. I hope. We had a natter and laugh while she did my medications.
Titivated the kitchenette a smidgen and sorted the waste bags out. Then, a quick sweep up.
A new gal to me. Soon, I got the diabetic socks off and medicated the one still leaking papule for me. Then, I got the fresh socks and leg and ankle straps fitted.
All done & dusted!
Made the second call of the day. He recognised my angst about the texts and emails being sent to me asking for the meter reading. I’ve no idea which numbers they need.
After looking at the meter,
. I thought it was the next Carer coming early and waiting for them to show themselves in the room. Then a second 
‘s! 
Great news! Now, hopefully, the urine colouring will improve. Four nights without any, have made the bladder evacuations very dark and stinky! Hurrah! These were of the old type, not bother much, but fiddlier if I have the shakes or cramps when I have to fit or release them.
It is best not to leave your fingers in the way of the knife! Especially take care of stabbing yourself down the nail of the digit mentioned above
Did the midday call. He was concerned about me not getting the bedroom cleared. Pointing out that the bladder will never improve until I do so. He asked if he could ask if he could have a go at it for me. I pointed out that his company are not insured to do this, so he can’t oblige. He did an excellent job of getting the straps on the legs & ankles fitted. He has a knack for doing these complicated strappings. 
The night was falling earlier now.
But still a certain beauty to the view.
Mushrooms, savoury French Fries and no-meat meat slices in gravy. A pot of children’s jelly to follow. Well!
GUILTY!
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This Moon shot, was taken by Tim Price,
Can you guess what the lights were?
The green lights were mand torch.
Sorted out the waste bags.
Literally!
Surprised that the end car park mudslide was sizeable.
Refitted the coverings, and we had a little natter, and, if I recall correctly, a laugh! Lovely!
The second and last brew of Glengettie.
Getting darker earlier now.
Bootiful view, though.
Number three of the day!
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Taken from the kitchenette window, from the left to the right… or, maybe it was the right
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03:00rs: The end car park.
0400hrs:
This shot was supposed to be of Venus, the only thing showing in the sky. Another bad effort.
No idea why!
Ah, I did catch Venus, after all, in a long shot?
Can’t recall taking this one, or when.
Sometime in the day, in one of my frequent waking-ups, I took this one of the end car park mud-slides.
into, and half-filled it, despite not drinking any water for so long? This decided me to ask the nurse to request a Permanent Catheter be fitted. The flow into the bag and the amount left in the bladder must be a sign for them to give up punishing me with this Catheter for over a year now. The supposedly monthly removal of everything to give me a chance to wee-wee manually; has only been done thrice in the year it’s been in. Every time they scanned the bladder, the day after removal. the bladder has been a third full after my weeing. And believe me, passing manually the last time, was sheer agony!
Blurry…
Blurry.
Blurrier.
Really, really Blurrier!
Am I Worried?
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Last night Pareidolia’s Delight
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early… Phew! 
work. She had a quiet break, she told me. Then, she also rang the Audio Clinic for me without any definitive answer about the appointments. Then she changed the well overdue 
and fitted both leg and ankle bags for me. I’m so glad she’s back ♥
Took this and the one below before the delivery arrived.
The food Arrived.
I must have ordered six double packs of kitchen rolls? I felt sure I’d ordered only one, or meant to?
The fridge seemed well filled.
Got the paperwork ready in my 
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Since I moved into the flats, this shop has changed named four times as I know of. Just puzzled!
Crossed the road and took this shot down the hill. Then got into the chemists and handed them the COVID-19 details. 
I snapped some of the many closed shops on Mansfield Road in Sherwood.
I cheerfully meandered inside Winwood Court, and to the large lobby, and handed the gals the packages.
The backs of Winwood and Woodthorpe Courts.
The backs of Winwood, & Winchester Courts.
Back into the flat, and forgot to take off leg and ankle straps. I am a one!
As I was doing the waste bags, the Covid-used arm kicked off. I was too tried to do anything now as well.
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You may have spotted Inchy losing some blood from his chest on the above graphic? More about that later.
He was not too fussed years ago when he cooked them, but, after his Cancer Prostate, Peripheral Neuropathy Pete, his Cryptogenic Christine Stroke, Bladder Cancer, 
He’ll scrape out the flesh and into his pot, and get them mixed up as well as he can manage, then they go back in the oven for another half-hour, 45 minutes; he’s checking on them all the time. They must be perfectly crispy on the outside; the inside is soft, buttery and cheesy!
Lymphorrhea Leslie’s Leaking Legs, often kick of when I bend to get in the oven. Also, Dizzy Dennis and Shuddering Shoulder Shirley can be a bind when I drop things and bend down to pick them up.
If one cannot get ready-gated cheese, the chances are there’s going g to be blood! So I try to do the potatoes on a day when the nurse calls.
Best to keep the first aid box in an open position!
Always handy to keep close by, as indeed is Harold Haemorrhoids cream too!
Never take your blood out of the fridge, too soon.
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Just look at the colour of this morning’s urine!
With the two big leg & ankle straps for both of the
, gallons of water, to keep refilling the 
, and my nibbles all over the room, the place looks like a smidgen ramshackle!
One of my worst-ever shots of the morning view.
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My left ankle. No change
My right ankle is much better!
The right leg. Is also looking better!
Morrisons Unisex Protection Pants on today.
Sister Jane called me on the phone. A good natter, grumps & mutual ailments discussion was enjoyed.
Ah, that was me! Hehe!
The Royal Mail delivered the AA batteries that I’d ordered from eBay. It said they were Duracell, but…
they were a Procell Constant brand.
A mug of Thompson’s Punjana tea, in the Jenny-donated China mug. Which was forgotten all about… 
I took two views of the same area through the balcony windows. Why two? No idea now!
from constantly whittling away at my already minimum confidence. This causes me even more anxiety; It’s not as if I need any more worries, physical or mental hassle, is it? Fears, apprehension and scepticism shadowed by pangs of terrible unfathomable guilt… Or it may be shame. Are enough, no, maybe too much to cope with as it is.
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Did you see that Level for today?.
TWO: The flaky face and legs may be due to Atopic Dermatitis Eczema, Eczema craquelé (generally only affects people over 70 years of age.) Neuro-Acne, Neurodermatitis, Dyshidrosis Dermitisis, Acne, Seborrheic Dermatitis, Nummular-Dermatitis, Xerotic Eczema, Stasis Dermatitis, Xerotic Eczema, and Papular Eczema, Which seems a likely suspect for my facial problems, and Stasis Dermatitis, for my legs? 
inspiring, not working recliner, it was off to the wet room 
, both knees 
& 
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Shaving. (I’ve used an old photo here, but the cuts were surprisingly similar.) The neck, cheek and chin were nicked with the four-blade-razor but were easily stopped with a splash of Brut stinging but effective Brut aftershave. (Can you see the eczema coming on? This photo was taken about 2 weeks ago).
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5: Washing, then medicating poor little 
. I must get some more Germolene ordered!
visa 
. Each foot had an 
. Socially-minded 
, which can turn and off at will, confusing the brain completely – which tries to respond but does it with best guesses. I’m not kidding; there are times I’ve burnt a finger in the oven, and I felt nothing but could smell something burning (that would usually be a finger) until I looked at it, and the brain gets the message and passes it on to me about the pain, then it hurts like hell! Hahaha! I’d love to have a discussion with others who have PN. I read their letters on the HealthUnlocked site on the web. But have never read about anyone else getting this particular trait. I assume the diagnosis was right… but could it be something else I’ve got?
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: Using the long shoe horn, I manoeuvred the end into the slipper, and standing on the extra-dodgy right leg, moved the left foot towards the slipper… At the optimum time to get me over, I gave way, and down I went… but at this stage, I’d like to blow my own trumpet – which is not easy, cause I don’t have one, Haha! I was impressed with my taking the precaution of entering the front room now! 
non-working, virus-breeding recliner. That was better than going onto the floor! Mind you, 
It’s a wickedly lousy shot of the end car park.
The front view is not good either. Tsk!
The last banana and the best of the bunch, bought from Iceland. Only 25% of it was bruised.
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Evening shot from the kitchen window.
Later, the sun disappears…
Right leg on the left and visa-versa.
One of Inchy’s famous mystery photos?
The end car park mudslide has nearly all gone.
Didn’t enjoy this one at all.
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, right against the door corner and right into my
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