Inchy: Mon 22 Jan 24 Pareidoliable Photos

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Due to my mind-wanderings, falling asleep and falling out of the computer chair, the application of the Germolene and plaster, then nodding off again on the Porcelain Throne. Oh, and dropping the mop bucket, which took a long time to clean up the just-cleaned-up mess I made in the first place. This was followed by a Mega-Memory loss, during which I couldn’t see anything done, so assuming that another nodding-off session had taken place was the cause. 
So, it is now evening, and a few photos were taken later as I write. I made a mess of the grammar, which took me ages to put right.
A quick run-down (No doubt with many missed incidents and happenings). 

I woke up very late, and then I did get to sleep late.
The Carer is due soon.
The pouch was reasonably full.
Took a shot of the morning view. Then, the only (Up to now) Porcelain Throne visit of the day.
Phore!

Checked the nocturnal pouch, not as full as I thought it was when I read the level on the pouch.

Carer Richard arrived.
He was not looking too good. As he gave me the medications, we chatted. He is having falling asleep and suddenly weary periods, just like I am? He’s got back pains, too. I asked if he knew which hospital Josie was in, but he didn’t know. Richard checked the legs and put on my diabetic socks for me… not on himself!
He cheered a little as he left. I can understand that!

Carer Maryham came a little later; she was doing a domestic visit. It didn’t take long, but she mentioned it was her daughter’s birthday today. I gave her a treat for the girl. In such a short time, she did a decent job for me. As she departed… I farted… My flesh quivered, and I thought I must have had an involuntary evacuation. No warning, it just blasted out! Thankfully, nothing had leaked from any bodily department.

Then, as the blood flowed, I felt the dreaded warm-wet glow from Little Inchy’s location.
I soon found that problem. The leg bag had dropped, with the weight of the urine that had overfilled and was backing up in the innards. I went to the wet room to empty the bag… this was the first mega-nodding-off session! As I sat there on the WC, I reckon Germoloid readily to hand… Zzz! Maybe two hours? I  haven’t yet passed anything since the first liquid spraying.

Still, yer doesn’t like to complain, does yer?

I took a balcony view of the end of the car park. No signs at all of any mudslide from Woodthorpe Park. That’s what two days without rain can do.

Had to empty a catheter yet again! It seemed to be bubbling? What next? Don’t answer that, please!

Carer Marie came, but I was not fully with it then. The gal was in a rush but said she would get me a pair of slippers, which I needed.Next time she goes to town. That was kind of her. ♥

At this stage, I settled into blogging… I woke up hours later as my elbow hit the cabinet, then my knee hit the floor as I landed on the carpet, falling out of the computer chair! What next… No, don’t bother!
I did have a stroke of luck, though. The Accifauxpas did not start Little Inchie’s fungal lesion or Harold Haemorrhoids bleeding.

I sorted myself out and went on the balcony; it was beginning to get dark now. I realised that it was belting down with rain out there. Took photos through the glass.
To the left.
Down leftishly… I like that word; Grammarly didn’t tell me it was wrong. Haha!
Straight down to the front car park.

Cor, the urine going dark again, but it is still coming!

I made myself a brew of Glengettie tea,
The first one of the day, Oh, glee!
Putting in the milk, I dropped it all over me!
Bent down to clean up, misguidedly,
My balance went; I hit my knee…
Why does my life go so cretinously?

Took two snaps of the evening view.
Took the 2nd zoomed closer, calmly beautiful.
Both were super Pareidolianiable; I’ve highlighted the bits I found To be a Pareidolians Delight!
I see the angel or ghost above. And a shark-like creature
With the sad eyes of the observer in the sky, the horizon looked like a desert ground, and the Middle-East conflict came to mind. Depression dawned. 

I cooked the last chunky chips and got them on the plate with some garden peas. Surami sticks, green pickled tomato salad, and milk roll sliced bread.

I can’t even see what some of the faults are supposed to be in the circled areas?
Glaucoma Gladys & Cataract Katie’s fault.

Fare Thee All Well!