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What a slog of a day. Confusion, delusion, disappointment, a memory blank or two, and forever sort of in semi-control, couldn’t-care-less, and or  Fretting about having nothing to fret over modes. Honestly, I worry about myself at times, then sink into an almost, but not quite there, semi-accepting-everything without bothering period. And even with the Carers and the nurse calling, I spent far too long on this blog. But enjoyed it… apart the the self-detrimental and imitation happy-go-lucky periods. Which were all mingled together at times. Talk about up & down! Humph!.

04:45hrs: Great colour this morning. I felt tired out still, and had to encourage myself to escape the c1966, £300 Oxfam charity shop bought, second-hand, itchy, 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. Caught my balance, and began to revert to my usual morning state of confusion and more confusion.

Ablutions and the first of the four visits to the Throne.
Each event was of a similar nature. Apart from this first evacuation, that is. I think a slow starter? Yet I could feel the bubbling and brewing from within, and I fully anticipated the usual of late, ‘Splushes-Splashes’ and all-done routine in seconds. But No!
I spent several minutes counting the cracks on the ceiling, and then I got the crossword book and spent ages on them. Not that I got many answers in, but enjoyed it all the same. Then, the motion started and finished in seconds. Why the delay, I don’t know, I’m sure.

The legs are getting fatter at the top, and the left is thinner at the bottom.

I must report that the getting rather annoying, and bothersome is getting uncomfortable and causing lesions on the skin? With

Waste bags were collated. And left in the hallway close to the front door for collection by the kind carer. At this stage, I had a little bother when suddenly gave up the ghost momentarily. But being in the hallway was a help, as I could reach and use the walls to prevent any tumbling onto the floor. Yes, I had not taken a stick with me. Tsk! Lucky really!

I took this with the window open from inside the balcony, at the right end, facing North, towards Daybrook, Arnold and eventually Mansfield. The rain was coming, and the mudslide growing.
Then some snaps of the weather, and views from the kitchenette windows. But I did my bestestist! Hehe!

The weather made getting a decent shot taken rather difficult. Yes, they were not so good either today. Why? I’ve no idea. So I cleaned the glasses later & washed the eyes.

Returned to close the balcony window I’d left open. (The rain & wind coming in prompted me to! Hehe!)
And spotted a new vehicle in the car park from the earlier photo. So took this shot with it in. A motorbike, paramedic, or police possibly?
Either way, not a good sign.

This may have been a mistakenly taken picture?

The last view of my leg’s condition was before the District Nurse arrived minutes later. bless her cotton socks, to sort me out with new paraphernalia straps & bandages!.

The arrival of any nurse always cheers up near toothless Inchy! Haha!

The nurse had brought a lot of new gear to use on me again today. I felt so cared about! I was smiling, joking and in fine mental form… Honestly!

More spare compression bandages and lesion pads. A big bagful. It looks to me like it will be a long job anticipated in getting the legs sorted out?
A new black wind-on compression sock. The nurse first removed the bandage from the right leg.
I loved the ridges it had left on the skin, and I asked her if she’d take a photo of it, for me to use on the blog.
She took the two above for me. You can see how
well the compressioning had reduced the fluid.
content of the right leg!
She then put on the black leg support on the left leg.
This will need changing every so often and washing.
Watching the Angel fit it, was such a complicated procedure. I don’t think the Carers will not be able to do it without much further instruction. Before doing this, she took a snap of the leg with (above left). With new ankle ulcers forming. The black compression sock did not show up in this photo. I thanked her most-muchly; she said she, or someone would be back next Tuesday to check things out and make any changes needed. ♥

On my fourth visit to the , or rather, after my fourth visit, I realised that the olive oil dropper bottle was nearly empty. So I meandered wobblingly into the kitchenette, and started searching (I never found it) for the mini cone out. (Found some on eBay and ordered them, free delivery from China?)
played dead for a few seconds… this time she got me – Crunched down on the hard floor, but the helped soften the blow. And there was no damage caused to anything, other than my knee. Hehe!

Discombobulated, I closed the computer and got a very much-belated, but needed 4-hour-leg-up-session in the £300 second-hand shop purchased, c1966, welt-causing, uncomfortable, not-working, itch-inspirational, crumb-containing recliner. Waking up a few hours later, I decided to have my second mug of tea of the day.
Utilising , and carefully taking this shot from the kitchen window, of the fast-disappearing sun. Not too bad an effort.

Got some nosh done. Potato Cakes, the last of the sweet Jenny-donated tomatoes, and some pickled beetroots. Which were unfortunately rock hard! I tried two and had to dish them; the rotting teeth couldn’t cope with them.
Hobbled into the kitchen to get the washing up done.
Checked that the taps (Faucets) were turned off, and no hobs, slow cooker or oven had been left on.
I returned to the recliner, looked at the Freeview schedule, and found that I could now watch two episodes of ‘Heartbeat’ and ‘Cracker’ on the same channel straight after each other. An entertainment feast for me!
Huh! I don’t know how I do it… I drifted off at the first set of adverts, and woke 4-hours later when the credits were scrolling at the end of the second ‘Cracker’ episode!
Someone asked me last week, “Do you watch a lot of television now you’ve got the time?”

Keep Safe, Please!