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This caused a semi-panic for a few seconds; I don’t mind admitting it; I thought I was having another stroke at first. But soon realised that the blood and puss escaping was hurting. I don’t think I’d have noticed that if I were having a stroke. This cheered me up a smidgeon. Then, the task of freeing myself and getting up from the Ā£300, second-hand, decrepit, Haemorrhoid-Harold-testing, sleep-deterring, nauseatingly beige-coloured, not-
working, recliner, to clean things up. Took a shot of the nocturnal Catheter bag first. Not much in it, and a somewhat disappointingly dark colouring.
As I looked at the bed awaiting its safety bar to be fitted, I swear I moved! Oh course, I suppose it didn’t, really. The eyes are bad again this morning. Due, 
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I took a shot of the early, early morning view from the kitchen window (Right). Then got a bucket of water with Dettol disinfectant and a 
cleaning cloth to sort out the mess, and I noticed how, within a minute or two, the change to the scene on view. (on the left)
Back to try and sort out the 
papule’s liquid escapages. Ended up with a fair bit of bother from 
from the bending down to clean up.
What an evacuation from the rear end this first one was! Hardly any effort was needed from me; I sat down, squelching, splashing, all done! And, no bleeding from 
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This time it was for a longer period. I gave up and went to the kitchen to see what was available for a nosh later on in the day.
I popped out onto the balcony first, to see what the situation was with the end car park’s mudslide.
Here it is. Ten minutes later
it was getting lighter, but still raining a bit. About ten more minutes. As I toyed with salvaging some potatoes
Removing the eyes from them!
It had lightened quickly and I got a decentish photograph taken of the end mudslide scene. The internet came back o
n, then off again.
I saved the rescued potatoes ready for boiling then baking, and had to visit the 
Porcelain Throne again. Well, that was different for a change.
I took another of the Galpharm capsules, just to be on the safe side after the visit to the wet room was finished.
Back on the computer, and got a call from Jillie. Not heard from her for ages, Ah, Christmas is coming. She said she’d try to call on the 20th of December, to see me. It’ll be nice to listen to what she’s been up to; bless her.
The north side view had turned to a blue/red hue. Well, it would do… But I don’t know why, do you? Then I closed the window, cutting my finger on the spring clip screw.Ā Poetic, if nothing else… Hehe!
Off to the wet room for the third time.
Slow evacuation, sticky, gooey, messy and even more stinky to clean up.
That’s a full roll of toilet paper and a half up to now, used.
The Galpharm capsules usually firm things up a smidge.Ā
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landline, that was so kindly killed off by the infamous number-crunching, mumbo-jumbo, slithery-sidestepping, hocus-pocus, Oligarchs of 
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AlarmĀ were still not working, of course. I imagine that the Virgin Media O2 Owner Paid CEO Mike Fries a $62 Million salary plus a guaranteed bonus with an open-ended expense account. He must be really worried and ashamed about his failure to get a signal to Nottingham that works and then causing the landline and alarm to fail for the old folks, as well. And still charging us for the non-existent service.Ā
May he rot in hell, along with me as his cellmate!Ā
Still, he’s a handsome-looking brute, as Oligarchs go!
and a couple of 
in getting the meal prepared for myself tonight. Although a rescue attempt was fairly successful, as you can see in the photo here on the right. The flavour rating was 7.6/10.
ā¶: A scolded index finger draining the water from the boiled spuds.
ā· I dropped the stone crock-pot bowl and it hit poor little 
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āŗ: I dropped the tray taking out the seasoned and cooked potato slices. I’m treading on a few in my haste to retrieve them, and going close to having a tumble or banana skin-like skid and ending up my by bottom. oven.Ā
So, now you know why there are fewer potato slices in the meal than usual.Ā Humph!
Then slipped on a piece of potato I’d missed on the floor, and hit my chin on the edge of the counter.
I thought the day was going too well compared to how the previous 1,525 days had gone. Luckily it 
did not bother me in the slightest.Ā Not to a man of my calibre, heroism and pain tolerance, it was nothing! 
Possibly? Perhaps. Maybe…
I washed the pots and had a Yodel doing so. I heard a tapping noise from the flat above, so, I stopped the yodelling straight away.
I took these photos, with about ten minutes between each one taken. First straight ahead, the last one taken further to the right, north.
I could feel the wetness escaping from the water-geyser wounds on the left leg, underneath all the plasters, diabetic socks, leggings and ankle straps. This will be fun when the late Carer takes them all off for me. But, as I said, to a man of my courage and determination, it’ll be nothing to worry about. It’s only pain. 
I closed the computer. Cursed, and had to visit 
no.10 to the Porcelain Throne.
Well, yet another change in passing mode for me. I’ve had a few of these multi-coloured evacuations before, but this was more distinct and three-coloured. Pale brown, straw and almost black. I was tempted to take a photo of it, but there are limits, even for me.Ā Hehehe!
did the last call. A nice young lad. He took this snap of the right leg after he removed the ankle and leg strapping, then the diabetic socks for me. Oh, the wanting to scratch at the itching from both legs and feet drove me mad! I knew if I did, without any doubts, 
sĀ geyser papules would start 
bleeding and leaking fluid. His laughter at my plight helpedĀ me resist doing so, but it wasn’t easy. He put the strappings and socks in the laundry bag for me. Ā
I did his BP & temperature. I’ll update the list for tomorrow’s blog.
Now if this photo I took of the lad, doesn’t look like a younger Wesley Snipes, I’m a monkey’s Uncle! Spitting image I think? I call him Wes when he calls. Hehehe!
How did you do?
Some photos that were taken during the modernisation and updating of Woodthorpe Winchester Court, and the building of Winwood Court, 2017 > 2019 by Nottingham City Homes for us old farts.
Through my Old kitchen windows during work.
Woodthorpe Court.
Balcony building in progress.
Hoists used by the builders up the flats.
End car park area.
Replastering near the balcony window.
Windwood Court right, Woodthorpe left.
Chestnut Way.
Chestnut Way.
Winwood Court.
Front of Woodthorpe.
TTFN, each!
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, when someone could see it happening. 
But what we spoke of and if we decided anything is in the hands of the dreaded 
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buying entire and majority shares in internet and phone providers. Virgin, Giff-Gaff, BT, E, 3, Vodafone and many others, this does not bode well for the pratts like me who have no choice other than to use a company that has the 
, number-benders and manipulators, smoke & mirrors, with their figure amending, analysation, altering, and their
do; but they have in the process, through incorrect communication on their behalf,(Shouldn’t have mentioned that, it will only confuse them), left me and so many others at the aged living complex without a landline phone and Alert Alarm system for weeks! I bet they still charge us for this non-service? And their inability to get an internet signal that stays on for more than half an hour is mind-boggling! Their 
CEO, who took home a $64m salary in FY2, plus guaranteed bonuses in shares…
Still, he’s a good looking Mafia-faced chap.
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I wouldn’t wish this on Mr Fries… Well…
Crudnuts! The milk was sour!
Dank, dark, depressing…
No hot water to wash.
And oh, dear…
Pale-skinned suddenly?
The Carers & Nurses’ treat box was refilled.
New troubles in the lower regions…
Aha, the snow slowly goes…
signal does repeatedly every day!
The snow disappears… Just like 
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I got on with the blogging straight away…
Grunglenuts!
This is how the damp, even wet, some of the thicker items came out of the laundry bag.
Got the diabetic socks on the towel airer in the hallway.
And the throw for the bed on the flat airer.
The socks kept slipping off of the bars.
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The socks were falling off again, so I moved the dressing gown onto the stand-up machine, and the socks to the flat, bent & tw
This was when I noticed an odd sock among them.
Moved the quilt onto the stand-up airer.
Folded the seven diabetic socks.
And went to make a brew of Glengettie.
Wet or what?
Yes, wet!
The left side was even worse.
The right end shot of the end car park came out alright, the wind was carrying the rain, and the mud-slide was developing rather quickly.
Because the pouch seemed to fill up so quickly. although the colour was the healthiest it has ever been; I’d say a two on the NHS Urine Richter Scale.
300ml, from half a mug of Glengettie?
The day pouch had filled in no time??? After emptying the bag again, no joking, in five minutes, there were 200ml of good-coloured urine back in the pouch! 
Oh, here’s the future man with his torch!
The sun was struggling up from the left. The rain had stopped, and I tried to get a decent photo of the planet.
I put some prepared parmesan potatoes in the tray, 
ready for cooking later on. I threw away the butter pat with the garlic in it and shaved some of the fantastic-tasting no-butter butter on the potatoes instead, with a splash of sea salt and vinegar.
blood trickling down my leg.
I overcooked the pies, and the crusts were like shoe leather, only tougher. I actually bent the knife when I first tried to cut one! The tatters were okay.Ā 
I accidentally had the flash on when I snapped this one. The rain was back again.
This one came out lighter without the flash.
by the lengthy tube, and fumbling along with preciousĀ 
, I had to get up to turn off the lights. Not easy getting back to the recliner in the dark, but I avoided any toe stubbings. Got settled back down, and the coughing kicked in again:Ā 
That ditty was my way of saying that standing up and pain & bleeding exited from Little Inchie’s fungal lesion as the tube pulled at him. Cartilage Choe gave way on the little journey, the eyes made it hard to get back to the recliner, sitting down again, and Haemorrhoid Harold hurt and bled as I plonked down a mite hard on my rear end. Then as I got as comfortable as I was going to get, Coughing Claire kicked off, which affected all the aforementioned ailments, plus, the throat, Back Pain Brenda, the leg papules, the chest, the ears popped, the glasses fell off, I knocked the TV remote control… tried to retrieve it, and knocked over a bottle of spring water! It instilled a thought in my mind. I must ask each evening carer to turn off the lights for me on leaving.Ā Ā 
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It’s a decent colour this morning.
Off to get the 
done.
Personal Medications carried out. (Ouch!)
Creamed the Excema and acne.
Is that a bit of red eye, I see, now?
Snap from the kitchenette window.
Waste bags sorted.
The new second-hand used bed. I was taking this photo when it rang out from the front door. A chap walked in from the Red Cross, the people who kindly delivered the bed for me with a no-fall bar to be fitted to the bed. They have sent one for a different bed to this one. It would not work. He said he’d tell them to see if he could get a bar fitted later for me. It can’tĀ be helped
Getting lighter now, much later than usual.
arrived. I eventually got a signal that stayed on for more than three minutes. Two hours and a lot of lost work later, the 
I was infuriated and pissed off, and the signal suddenly stayed on. Well, for a while. At least. But my confidence was lacking.
I got the largest of the baking potatoes from the pack.Ā 
Now, this confused me greatly.
evacuations for at least two weeks and have been taking the above capsules daily. The bubbling and agitations within the bowels continued, but not the faintest sign of any movement?Ā 
I gave it plenty of time. I even counted the cracks in the ceiling and had a go at the crossword puzzle, but nothing came out, not even any wind! Yet I still have the sensation from within, all the usual signs, rumbling, grumblings and pressure from the innards, forewarning me of a rear-end tsunami being imminent.
Came, and I gave up on computing altogether.
putting the Germolene on the burnt fingers cause I knew there was more to burn.Ā 
Then, I added some Squid sea salt. Spirit vinegar and a smidgeon of.
Arrived. I asked him to take the laundry with him, specifically asking him to make sure that it was well-dried, as the quilts would be needed for the new bed
Wobbled?
Wobbled!
And, again, Wobbled!
It’s an even closer effort. Wobbles!
A half-decent one at last! Haha!
Easy one this time, wasn’t it?
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Think I got the legs mixed up here?
Virgin went down. For over two more hours! Kara checked on her mobile with Virgin, to see if any problems were in the postcode area, same as yesterday ‘None’? Oligarch Liars!
The red-label tea bags are nice and strong.
Trying some different PPs this month. In hopes that they do not hinder poor little Inchy’s bladder tube. Some baking spuds. Kitchen Towels and jellies in place of cheesecakes to cut down on the calories. Treated myself to some parmentier potatoes.
Surprisingly there was still room in the fridge?
Waste bags sorted.Ā 
Brightened up a bit.
So took these shots of the housing.
Nurse Hristina arrived from the Anticoagulation DVT Warfarin Clinic to take a sample of blood. ā„
Looking a little bleak at teatime?
I think I may have missed some.
I ate all of the mixed mushrooms left in the jar, a soya pie with gravy, and the last of the chips. Had these with two thawed out wholemeal cobs.
Washed the pots, and sneezed as I mounted the aged, grotty-looking c1966 made, charity-shop-bought, horribly beige-coloured, Ā£300, Harold’s Haemorrhoid-testing, non-operational, acne-giving, virus-breeding, rickety easy-to-fall-out-of, recliner, and I had a little nosebleed.
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Right ankle inspection.
Left ankle inspection.
The carer called Israel, got the leg straps, and
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Third, wish I hadn’t bothered to!
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Not that I got anything done on the blog; it was just too busy a day. I am just starting this Wednesday morning, so it will have to be a quickie.
A good bag full, a decent colour.
But this soon changed on the first emptying of the pouch. Bit of blood in there somewhere?
Waste bags sorted.
Morning view. Car park.
And the sky.
Bladder drinks, milk & potatoes.
Biscuits, bread, diarrhorea medicines.
Ah, my cock-up here. I swear I ordered one pasty and one minced soya pie. I got five pies, and they were beef and onion flavoured?
arrived and got the medications sorted out for me. We chatted while she was doing me. She took the laundry bag down for me to get the clothing washed. Bless her.
All the things that had been removed need cleaning in the morning; hopefully, a domestic may turn up Wednesday who can help me.
Kara was on the list to call tomorrow to help sort the paperwork and arrange lifts. ā„
It’ll be fun when I need to find something.Ā Hehe!
I’m not bothered, though; I’m just thankful for the help and what they have done for me. ā„
The water had gone cold again, Boo!
A sunset photograph was taken.
An hour or so later, another was taken.
Then, a close-up of the same view.
I did take another wider shot, but that managed to avoid going on the SD card and floated off into the ether. Huh!
How did you do? Of course, I got them all within 4 approximately four seconds…
Well, 4 of them in about an hour…Ā Hehe!
Well, them cheapo wrong pies that I have ordered too many of… tasted great! An overall flavour rating of 7.8/10… the tatties let it down.
arrived. When he entered the room, he handed me two envelopes from the Royal Mail. I asked him to take off the left & right leg strappings and the diabetic socks for me. After he’d gone, I investigated the two letters I’d had delivered. The first one was a bill from Meridian Care. Averaging Ā£249 a week.
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with his digs at my past afflictions, bad choices and being conned so easily.
visited me what seemed like every five minutes… it could have been shorter!
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kicks-off, and the cursed ever-increasing spells fall on me.
I’m not sure if I feel any better for getting that off my chest or not, which, incidentally, along with my chest, face and legs, have Acne and Eczema. It’s ruining my handsome, spotless features, you know.Ā Just noticed this, I’ve got rid of the red-eye, and now I’m getting a red chin? Haha!
I woke around 05:00hrs> I checked on the colour of the Catheter nocturnal pouch and was pleased to see it was much lighter this morning. Escaped from the Ā£300 second-hand shop bought, c1966, moth-eaten, bedraggled, cringingly-beige-coloured, itch-inspiring, grotty, dilapidated, crumb-containing from my nocturnal nibblings, bug-ridden, not working recliner, and hobbled to the Porcelain Throne, with a degree of anxiety that I may not get there in time! 
I went into the kitchen, put the light on, and two remarkable things hit me! The most critical and confusing thing was that the kitchen heater was working! 
The other was the snow-covered views of Sherwood available to me for photographicalisationing. I fetched 
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a start. Sadly, the first one and the few that followed were not too good due to the darkness and my inability to take a 
much as I repeatedly tried.
Caught the lights on Mansfield Road in this one on the right and left.
I tried to capture a decent picture of Cavendish Drive with all the street lights on.
it. The snow always melts first on their roofs. Hehe!Ā I’ll check later, light, Peripheral Pete, weather permitting… and if I remember to.
Within the hour, Oligarchs from Sad 
A blue hue, to the view now for you. 
order not arriving; I’ve plenty of canned food and frozen.
Back into the kitchenette, the warmed kitchen, thanks to the heater now working, took two pictures. The blue hue had gone, and a fog was beginning to come down now. 
vehicles, so it may be warming up a smidgeon?
is filling up more quickly again.Ā 
I seasoned the beans with my favourite Stubb brand Hickory liquid smoke, & it was Grrreat!
Apart from not being able to get back to sleep again, thanks to persistentĀ 
He’ll be their lawyer?
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Fantastically detailed shot of the morning fog.
Tried again later.
So cold when I opened the window to take the photos. The heater is still not working… weekend again! Made a brew of Glengettie to warm up.
Ah, black turning to blue?
Later on, grey fog.
Only three trips today. All the same in nature.
Daily total for internet failures Much better…
The fog was still thick four hours later.
Second and last allowed mug of tea. Sob!
Aha, I can see shapes!
The day bag often filled up quick today.
Late afternoon, I see houses.Ā Hehe!
Medicationings done.
Then sank out of view within minutes.
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