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The neurodiversity within my tortured brain had eased into a more comfortable area of close to, but not quite a fully-blown state of mock contentment this morning as I awoke after a total of six hours of wonderfully relaxing kip, and foolishly thinking, this is going to be a better day… I can feel it in my bones.

I forced my gargantuan-sized flobby-bellied body from the itch-creating, bruise-giving, catheter-tube-tugging, crumb-decorated from my nocturnal nibbling, God-awfully uncomfortable, anti-sleep designed, c1966, second-hand, bought for £300 ten years ago from the charity shop, cringingly-grotty, no longer working, dirty beige recliner, and checked on the.

arrived & took off the diabetic socks, and told me to phone the nurse, and not to put on the straps again until the legs and ankles had been checked out. There were new bleeding leaks, and both legs were covered in acne or eczema. Left a right mess getting the socks off. Also, the red-eye was looking worse than the other day. The lad was fed with nibbles and a cold drink, thanked home and off he went. He’d still got two more calls to do before he could get to his bed.

Took some photos from the kitchen.

Back to take another window view.
Bootiful!

called. A short visit, she did her best for me, as usual, ♥. She checked and adjusted things for me; much easier now; thanks, Kara. She looked at my legs and put some cream on them for me. Then, she telephoned the District Nurse HQ to inform them of the situation with the leaking legs. She said they would not be out today, but they will call to take a look soon.
Thanks, Kara.

First Car park photo.
Took this moody shot of the gravel path up into the park and the Tree Copse on the left. Which was not a good idea cause I got all soppy about not being able to get to it anymore. Sad, innit?
It is getting light quickly now; it’s another car park effort.

Sister Jane rang me while the next Carer was here. We had a lovely natter, apart from finding out she is having the same problems with her eyes as I am.

District Nurse Sarah arrived unexpectedly but was very welcome, and it was nice to see her.
She set to sorting the legs out.
arrived as she medicated the water papule hole on the right leg just above the ankle. She asked Ben a few questions, but he didn’t know the answers to the enquiries.
As I recall, the results were that I was not to put the straps on the right leg, just the left one. Diabetic socks, on the left with leg-strappings. I now have pretty-looking legs outwardly, anyway.
Left black, right a sort of yellowy pink. Sarah said she’d return on Monday to check the wound and acne.
For once, I remembered I’d got all those appointments for next week, and I checked the calendar. Gonna be busy! Tuesday was free, so she said it’ll be on Tuesday then.

did the last call. But we both forgot to put the night pouch on .

Little Extra Teaser: Does anyone recognise this actor below? I photographed it on the TV tonight?

Just a bit of fun.

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Decent nosh served up.
Flavour: 7.2/10.

Barely seeable, I think that the dot in it was Venus.

Cheers!