Inchy: Tuesday 27th February 2024

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Not good in the night bag!

Just as bad were my Moon photo takings…Wobble and a double moon.
Another bad un…
Nearly missed it altogether…
Aha, Gorrit!

Later shot from the kitchen.

tended to me. Got diabetic socks on my feet and Phorpain Gel, which medicated me.

Blogging for an hour or so and ordering food for next Monday. 06:30>07:20hrs.

Gotten Himmel! That suddenly filled up!

Carried them into the kitchen
No potatoes! But hot dog rolls and baguettes last a week if I use the freezer. Drink treats for the nurses & carers. There are low-cal sausages and some franks in there, too. Wholemeal cob hot dogs?

Milk and Carers treats
The fridge was filled.
The freezer is full, too!

Even darker wee-wee now.

Carer Chris saw how long and so low down the new Catheter day pouch was. He tried to shorten the thick, wide tubing, but it was glued on, so there was no go. We both think this was a female bag. I’m in great pain as I now have to bend down as low as my ankle to get to the release valve for emptying, which is not suitable. I’ll ask Kara if she can see if these are ladies’ bags tomorrow.
Massive tubing!
The release valve is far too low down.

Lovely view.

Late night shot. Not too bad for me.

Made hot dogs and had them with tomatoes and mushrooms with a splash of low-calorie tomato sauce in each sliced roll. The chips are processed out of a packet cold, which the Nurse tells me are low in carbs and calories, and I’m allowed to eat.

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Sorry this is short, but I was so busy making mistakes and correcting things. Losing things and going off track, getting involved in many activities and tasks simultaneously. I forgot what and where I was with earlier self-made missions. They all sort of merged and melted away until something reminded me. Then, I’d tackle the unfinished job and lose what I was doing at that time again. 
Tomorrow, I will start the three times daily (But only once for the first three days) 15-minute exercises again. Like I had after the stroke. But I’m doing them at home this time. I’m told to leave the bending and lifting ones off but double up on the joint ones, so I get 15 minutes’ worth done each time. I can decide when I find the leaflet, but I remember most of them pretty well – I recall the different pains each open left me in. Hahaha! Might get some stickers for the touch pads they had at the centre. Oh, I am brave, & a fibber!

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I only got three of them in 25 minutes!
Of course, I can blame my being, , , and .
The bits of skin constantly fall from my forehead onto the lenses of my nine-year-old spectacles. 
I’m still doing daily searches to find the new glasses in the flat somewhere!

I was born with nothing…
And have most of it left!
Of luck, good fortune, I’m bereft,
Surviving was my only skill or craft,
And being willing and able to graft,
I bet St Peter will have a laugh!
Hehehe!

TTFNski, all and each!