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I thought things might get a little better today…
To support my vain hopes, I did pray,
Not seriously, or to a silly degree…
Yet I thought the Angels had heard me…
I begged for the day to go hassle-free!
The chemist rang from the dispensary…
The nurse phoned to be with me on Wednesday,
Carer Kara to do my checks, financially,
Made a mess of my order from J Sainsbury,
Phoned Sister Jane; she was away, 
My Doctor called, I’ve got a Vitamin F deficiency,
New tablets will be sent by the Pharmacy…
I can’t recall all that happened, dearie me!
Oh, I let the hot tap run, ending up coldly…
That’s how it goes when I decide to pray!
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Oh, heck, darker this time.

Got up really early and escaped the clutches of the c1966, £300 Oxfam charity shop bought, second-hand, 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, pungently aromad Catheter-tube-trapping, recliner. And a rare spurt of enthusiasm overcame me. Not for long!
As I was washing the mug I’d missed from last night, I decided to get a stand-up wash and shave early cause the food was arriving between 6-7:00hrs, and I wanted to make a start on the blog catch-up before it arrived.
Another plan snipered! I thought I heard the weak tinkling from the intercom. Thinking I may have misread the clock, and the Asda man was at the door. Off to the hallway, but there were no lights on the intercom. But did I get back to cleaning up the pottery? No! Instead, I went in the wet room and first thing…
Which took a while to clean up.

Early photo.
Later photo.

Then, I started to get ready to get the shaving done… The hot water had gone cold! Yes, I’d done it again and left the faucet running!.
I was a smidgeon worried about it, but had no choice other than to boil a saucepan and kettle and to use and carry it from the kitchen to the wet room repeatedly.
However, it was like a miracle… I did not have any visits from, or . No. Not even a single knee collapsing from or , while carrying the hot water!
And during the shave, only two minor nicks!!!
I finished the stand-up washing, and as I left the wet room, I made sure the tap was off, thinking how well I’d coped with the water-lugging without injury!  . Then, as I was going through the door… I clouted my right shoulder against the door frame, setting off …there’s more… I realised I had not put my spectacles on, which may have had something to do with my shoulder charging the door frame, and I went back into the wet room to get the spectacles.  
I sneezed as I was reaching for them, and an . I groped about to get a hold of them, which I did, and the left lens shot out of the frame as I did! I took this photo of the state of my poor face after I’d untangled myself from the wheeled trolley and mop bucket.

I did feel, and look like a fool!
At least the right leg looked a lot better.

I got the dressing gown on but no socks, ankle, or leg strappings yet. Until the Carer arrives.

The Asda PPs were put on. Then I got the computer on and went through the most farcical hour of struggling and getting things wrong while on CorelDraw. I’m not sure why, but I was in trouble with how to do specific actions – that I usually do every day on CorelDraw. I got myself into a mess with it. At that stage, I chimed out and walked. Who was not pleased that I needed the diabetic socks and leg strappings put on. 
It was the end of his shift, and the poor lad was looking weary; I felt a bit guilty. But I told him not to bother with the ankle straps. At least that saved him a little time.
Rich got the socks and straps on; he didn’t moan when I told of the morning’s terrible start for me and my current out-of-state. Hehehe!

The Asda delivery arrived. It’s not one of the best I’ve had; I’ll tell Ayer why…
A big open, I struggled to get the bags into the kitchen.
Above is the meat with two days of use-by life left on it as it was delivered.
Some of the yoghourts had one day!
Drink treats and my Soda water.
Good stock of spring waters & cordials.
Good choice in sauces.
Cheapo cleaners.
The top half of the fridge.
The bottom half.
Fridge door.

I gave up on making progress with the blog and gave Sister Jane a ring. But no answer, then I realised it was early for her, not an early riser. But she can stay up late and go to concerts, shows etc. So it’s only natural the gal will sleep in a bit. Hehe! 

I was going onto the balcony, taking a break from the mess with the computing I’d got into, and a suddenly erupted.
Luckily, I was near the £300 second-hand shop I  purchased, c1966, welt-causing, uncomfortable, not-working, itch-inspirational, crumb-containing recliner. And diverted my route to the floor enough to land on the seat with a thud. , the result was  . Off to the wet room for . It bled so much that I had to change the PPs. But I did get the fresh ones on easily enough for once. .
An up and down, sort of day!

Rest was at a premium! Sister Jane rang back, and we had a long natter, which I enjoyed. Then I went back out on the balcony and took many photos of the views.
The first one, I foolishly opened the window to take of the end car park mudslide…

The others were taken through the glass; as soon as I’d left the wet room to change the rain-soaked wet dressing gown and slippers. Har-Har!
The window I’d closed earlier.
The next window is to the left.

The next window is on the left.

The last front window.

The left end window. But this downpour only lasted for another hour, but none since. (Returned overnight)

A call came in on my aged mobile Nokia.
It was tough to hear what the man was saying. It was either someone from the Doctor’s Surgery or the Pharmacy. I asked him if he could call back on the landline and gave him the new number, which he was alright with and did for me. Much more transparent… not clear, but far less fuzzy and tinny-echoing. 
He was ringing to do a Prescription Update. The first thing he told me was that my last blood test showed that I was critically low in Vitamin B7-12. He is arranging for some new tablets to counter this. I’m to take one a day for a month. I couldn’t hear what they were called. 
Then I asked about the site with the Finasteride’s, that they were to reduce the size of the Prostate, and the specialist told me to take them for a month only, and it is now about 7 months, and I’m still on them. Explaining I’m just checking. He said he would talk to the Doctor about it and get back to me later. 
Then we reviewed the other tablets, creams and medicines I’m taking, how many, and when I’m given them. And are they helping? I’d no idea, reminding him of my having and now, . He was forbearing with me. He rang off, and I got another telephone call, minutes later; after five days without a call, I was feeling good about this. 

I got a call yet again on the landline! It was from my heavenly treasure, known to me as Nurse Hristina, from the DVT Antithrombosis Haematology Clinic, to say she would call in the morning to take a blood sample for the Warfarin INR and Vitamin Deficiency. My ailments are mounting up! 

Yet another landline call came in! Yes! The pharmacist, or whatever he is, gave the prescription questions earlier. But, I’ve forgotten what it was he said now. ?

I looked online for suggestions of what food has the most Vitamin B. Mackerel, Crabs and Scallops the last one had the highest amount. So I ordered some from Ocado for Friday, with other bits. Just in case the tablets do not arrive. I rang Sister Jane to ask her how to cook Scallops.

Carer Chris did the last call, not that there was much to do. I’d not eaten yet; walking about with the nocturnal pouch being carried while cooking is not an option for me and is dangerous. So he got to go home early. No sign of my lost laundry yet. 
 Going to get some nosh sorted now.

Nosh Sorted!
Tomatoes, Green tomato pickled salad. Wholemeal bread with no-butter butter slices. Potato rissoles, and a tangy mandarin yoghourt. It looked good, but it didn’t taste good at all! But I was a little depressed.

TTFNski