Day: 23 October 2023

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Did you see that Level for today?.
NORMAL – First Time Ever!
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Thank heavens, a few scrawled notes and some photographs were available to try and create this diary in hopes that not too much will have been lost to my infected memory. Because this Sunday was one of the worst ever for two things… One: The vagueness, impreciseness, befuddlement, constant mental confusion, empty-headedness.
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? Yes, I’ve been Googling again. Hehe! I looked up the Craquelure (Eczema Craquelé): It can result from drying, shock, ageing, or a combination. (More Googling)

I’ve tried the Sudocrem© and Olive Oil treatments. But it’s just as bad as ever; later on, it decorated the new dressing gown with droppings of loose skin minutes after getting the gown on after my ablutions!

After rising nervously from the grip of 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, it was off to the wet room .

An awfully long time was spent in there this morning, too! With the cleaning up from the evacuation aftermath, with the concomitant pains accrued, from the bending to clean it all up, the splashes, spraying, and rebounds. The worst affected were , both knees & , & .

Where started. Perhaps a better word, and it was one too!
1) I’d struggled and somehow got both leg and ankle straps removed; that took me about 20 minutes to achieve. And will never be attempted again by yours indeed! Talk about pain; that’s not a strong enough word!
2) The teggie-cleaning took just two minutes. Stopping the gums from bleeding needed much longer.
3) 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).
4) were washed and medicated.
Germoloid Ointment was gently applied, with instant relief being the outcome. Phew!
5: Washing, then medicating poor little . I must get some more Germolene ordered!
6: Sounds like a simple job this next one – but Oh, No! Not with my regiment of ailments, it isn’t. Especially when trying to get a pair of the Morrisons PPs (Protection Pants) on. You see, my right leg has the , as well as the dodgy . The right leg (Well, they both are) is also gifted with a visa  . Each foot had an . Socially-minded occupies each knee along with Cartilage girls Chloe & Carole. Naturally, there’s always, often more than once diurnally, , 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?

The sheer weight of the retaining fluids makes both limbs heavy to lift. PPs… Oh, I lost the plot there; I got carried away; sorry, I’m back to blogging.
If I’d got a microphone in the wet room, you’d have heard a bit of cursing, arghing, and swearing as I struggled to get the pants on! But I did it! .
7: Then, just the slippers and dressing gown to get on. “Just,” he says! I moved into the front room to get the slippers on to be safer. Which proved to be an excellent idea! Until… : 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!
I fell backwards into the c1966, £300, second-hand charity-shop bought, crumb-containing, odour-retaining, Harold’s Haemorrhoid-testing, nauseatingly beige coloured, non-working, virus-breeding recliner. That was better than going onto the floor! Mind you, started bleeding and had to be cleaned and medicated again.

That took me that long; the afternoon Carer arrived as I put on my dressing gown. I can’t tell how long it took me chronologically cause the battery in the wet room clock had died. I reckon it was close to three hours!
I can’t go on like this without some further costly help.

Waste bags.

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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Are these bits floating in the wee-wee extracted from the catheter day bag, parts of my Prostate?

Evening shot from the kitchen window.

Later, the sun disappears…

Oh, dear, the legs didn’t look too good this morning.
(I just found the lost SD card).
Right leg on the left and visa-versa.
But betterer than yesterday!

One of Inchy’s famous mystery photos?

The end car park mudslide has nearly all gone.

Got a late meal. Of sorts, I just wasn’t interested much. I wanted much more to get some sleep in.
Didn’t enjoy this one at all.
The bin got most of it.
My fault!
Flavour-Rating: 2¼/10!

Washing the pots, and had to go for an early morning visit to the …
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What a change from this morning?

Down into the £300 second-hand shop bought nine years ago, c1966, discomfiting, alarmingly beige-coloured, crumb-containing, TV remote hiding, not working recliner.
In search of Sweet Morpheous!

But, No!
A totally unexpected series of gurgles from the inners, and I groped my way out of the £300, second-hand, musty, Haemorrhoid Harold Testing, cringingly beige, crumb-covered, not-working, rickety recliner.
Off to the wet room. En route, , right against the door corner and right into my
There was no time for pain; the rear end was struggling to prevent a premature evacuation from occurring. Just as well, I didn’t stop. Even more amazingly…
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Another reversal of evacuation modes?
It beats me: what is going on?

Cleaned up and got my head down again…
Soon drifted off, but not for long. The return of commencing his harassment, tugging at my guilt and errors… The Git!

I feel blessed for being so lucky as wot I am!