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05:00hrs: Woke and worked out, as best as I could, what day it was. Then dislodged my plump, portly, podgy, paunchy, ponderous, pot-bellied, well-padded, porky, phlegmatic body from the itch-creating, bruise-giving, catheter-tube-tugging, crumb-decorated from my nocturnal nibblings, God-awfully uncomfortable, cringingly-grotty, no longer working, anti-sleep designed, c1966, second-hand bought for £300, ten years ago from the charity shop dirty beige recliner, and checked on and removed the . 
A deeper twinge to it today.

A mixed bag from the bog evacuations.

I made a hash of my first-morning view shot.
But it is unintentionally artistic?
So I waited until had finished her shaking the ball joint out of the shoulder effort, and took this one above.

came in. I didn’t hear the door chime, making me jump a little. Glad to see her, though. She noticed I was struggling with getting to type on the keyboard. She helped me to get new batteries fitted in the keyboard, bless her muchly. 
All working again!
Maryham issued the medications.

Minutes after the gal had gone, the Warfarin INR Anticoagulation Nurse arrived.
I asked her if she could send me some more of the Enoxaparin-filled hypos, as these I had were out of date.
Then she took the blood samples and was soon off on her rounds, bless her.
Seconds later, the blood was flowing from the puncture wound, had soaked the cotton wool padding and was trickling down my arm. 

I sprayed the big quilt that Carer Israel had folded for me last night and was left on the bed. Which, as soon as the safety rail is fitted, I can use.

Oh, I nearly missed this one off the blog. Earlier, had photographed the Red Eye. She said it looked worse, but I didn’t think so. It gave me a rather refined look I thought. Not really!

Back on the computer.

Arrived, brought the prescription medications for me, and put them in the medical drawer in the kitchenette.

The rain continued…
And continued…
And continued…
Yet the mudslide did not grow any bigger?

Mystery Photo?

arrived. I was deeply tired and sleeping, so my cognisance was even worse than usual.
Medicationings, and he removed the leg strappings. Then attached the nocturnal urine pouch for me.
I should have reminded him to empty the day pouch first, but in my slumber, I forgot.
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Later, the pain from the bladder started. That is when I realised that the urine was flowing and the night bag was over half-full already. I had to remove it and use the smaller day bag. I could have put another night pouch on, but the supply of these often ran out. With the pain and effort to get things sorted, I was then wide awake. Which brought to mind that I had not had a meal all day! Hadn’t even nibbled any biscuits! (This is true, honestly)  So, with just the day bag on, it was safe to get a meal prepared and gobbled up. which I did post-haste! It took a long time, but that didn’t bother me. I was more intent on not leaving the hot water tap running or the oven on after cooking and prepping.

Caramelised soy mini-sausages, tomatoes, and boiled potatoes, with some sauce. Milk Roll bread, and a pot of orange flavoured jelly for afters. Not too bad, the sausages were tasty. Overall Taste: 6.5/10. Got the pots washed, and had to nip to the wet room.
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That took a while to clean up.

Of course, I did.

Regaining my sleep status, failed. I kept trying, and ended up putting the TV on, which sometimes helps… but not this morning. Humph!

TTFNski, folks!