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Horrible day today. causing more bother each day. No choice but to keep stopping doing the odeing or blog, to get the leg up on the chair, until the fluid stops erupting. But it’s pouring out more than ever. Some found their way down into the slipper this afternoon. Naturally, my concentration was all over the place. I made so many mistakes again. I saved files to the wrong day in the file – I’m still not sure I’ve got the photos sorted to where they should be. Humph!
Then, a break to go to the Throne or get my leg up again, and what and where I had got up to and was doing before the ‘Leg-Break’ needed working on. With even more errors being found later on. This is bad enough…
But the constant pain from the leg and flipping was frequently joined by . And I’ve got this until Tuesday when the nurse returns to check on the state of my leg… That’s not all… Two medical appointments on Monday, one on Tuesday, and two on Wednesday to cope with. Getting the ablutions done with no showering allowed is going to be a battle. Getting my shoes on to go to the appointments, getting dressed and remembering everything needed are more challenges to get right.
Wot? Me Worried? Hehe!
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Is it a pretty deep colour?

Another go at taking shots of the moon.
The first one was the bestest.
The second one, I nearly missed it altogether!
Oh, dearie me…
Ah, well, I did my best!

Early mug of Glengettie.
With the spuds that I intend to bake, take them out of the oven and empty the husks into a basin. Mix them up well with Leicester cheese and a splash of sea salt.
Refill the husks with the mixed, mashed-up potatoes, put them back in the oven for half an hour to brown and crisp them, then gorge myself eating them!
Hope the teeth don’t start bleeding again.

Morning view.
And the car park too!

looked no worse than yesterday. But in fact, the stinging was getting more & more frequent as the day went on. I had to keep stopping to put the legs up. Which meant getting back to the blog and not really being sure where I was up to or doing when I sat with the leg up each time! I lost more time and had problems with making me get things wrong again; I’m not sure if there are more errors in this blog, but I feel confident there will be. Humph!

Late afternoon view.

Then, while taking another breather in the £300 second-hand shop bought, c1966, moth-eaten, bedraggled, cringingly-beige-coloured, grotty, dilapidated, crumb-containing from my nocturnal nibblings, bug-ridden, itch-inspiring, not working recliner, to allow the pains from to ease a little, the urgent need of the arrived, and the next half hour, I had to make two more visits!
All calls were of the same style.

Got the cheesy potatoes out of the oven.
Rubbed some Germolene on the burnt ringers…
I emptied the husks into a bowl and bashed them as best I could… The bowl slipped, but I caught it before it fell to the ground… unfortunately, some of the potato mix fell out of the bowl…
I automatically tried to stop it from escaping.
Put the bowl down and retrieved the lumps of precious cheesy spuds from the floor…
Banging my head on the counter-top as I did so.
Eventually, I returned to the kitchen and put the spuds in the oven to brown them off.
I was beginning to regret making these. Haha!

I intended to do some more blogging. But by now, was giving me some more hassle, and thanks to the bending done, the mean, nasty had joined in, too. So I saved the work, turned off the computer, and got my leg up again while the spuds browned off & crisped.

Carer Chris arrived and got the night pouch out, ready for me to use later after having my late meal.
Did the eye drops, and off he went.

I fell asleep in the £300, second-hand, decrepit, Haemorrhoid Harold-testing, sleep-deterring, nauseatingly beige-coloured, not-working recliner. Without a thought about the potatoes cooking away in the oven…
I woke with the jerk and could smell the burning of the potatoes! No panic or worry, or nearly taking a tumble as I hastily clawed my way up on my feet and en route or knocked over the spring water bottles on the way to the kitchen!
above!
I opened the oven and got the tray out ASAP…
Same fingers, but no pain whatsoever. This was due, temporarily, to combined with failing to inform the brain of the smoking burn on the back of my hand. A few minutes later, while I was applying the Germolene again, the shock of the pain got through… Arrgh! I dropped the now nearly empty tube of antiseptic on the floor. This time, I cunningly used the plastic-picker-upper to get it back. Then served up the late, semi-burnt potatoes feast. It looked good; I had to stay awake long enough to eat it… Not easy sometimes, you know!
The husks were really overcooked, yet I, inadvisably, tried to get my few teeth left into them… one of them literally!
I now have one less tooth! Well, ¾ of one.
But the flash of the cheesy potatoes went down wonderfully well. Flavour Rating:9.2/10
I’m not rating the potato husks here. Haha!
The tomatoes Jenny had gifted me were magnificently tasty (Thanks, Jenny ♥). The vegan sausages were very passable flavour-wise, too!
The things that marred the noshing session a little were , and pestering stabbing pains. In fact, it was Leslie who kept me from nodding off again. Each time I almost drifted into paradise, she reminded me of her presence!

I often wonder why I give my ailments names.
I’m still working on this…

Cheers, Folks!