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Yet another sad day, concentration-wise. I swear I was more out of it than with it for the majority of the day.
Doing the blogging, or trying to, I’d wander off to the Porcelain Throne; on the way back, I’d see some bits on the hallway floor and get the hoover out. A Carer calls, and my attention varies. The ten-minute Carer’s call was over, and I’d forgotten about finishing the hoovering and moved on to check what was in the fridge to cook for my meal for tonight. I returned to the computer and was amazed that so little was done on it. Searching for a Local News Snippet on the Your Area News site, something reminded me of my youth. I spent ages casting back my mind to my horrendous school days, musing at my bad choices, the bullies, the neighbours, etc. 
I went to make a brew of Glengettie and found that the hot water tap had been left on and had run cold.
Stubbing my toe en route back to the computer, I could not find my notepad with the scribbled reminders to use. A seizure or mind-blank took over, and suddenly, the pain from a PN electric shock in the leg (it’s moved up from the ankle now) brought me back from wherever I was, and it dawned that I’d been AWOL for two hours or so. As I stood up, the pain from the Catheter tube pulling on Little Inchie was excruciating. I felt the warm wetness as the blood flowed down from the PPs onto my leg and off to the wet room for cleaning and medicationalisationing.
When I came out, I set about setting up the template for the blog, not realising that I’d already done that and had some work to do. More time lost. No doubt I did many other things; the proof was in the few photographs I found on Kodak Tim’s SD card. These also prompted some remembrances. But what I did most of the day was a part of the mystery. 
I reclaimed a degree of awareness of things, but not until the evening Carer called. I think Carer Sam came and put some prescriptions in the medical drawer. Vagueness is the word to describe today, I guess.
Belatedly doing, the nurse’s ode flowed easily. And although, as per usual, I was getting so tired and weary, which in itself was another mystery cause I’d done bugger all today.
I didn’t even get back to this blog until late Saturday morning! I think I’ll add Confusion to Vagueness.
Ah, yes, Carer Maryham did the first call. (I think) She was not very well; I think she had caught the ‘Bug’, bless her. I seem to recall worrying about her. 
Only a few photos to go on, with the odd prompted memory added where I had one…
Thank heavens, I at least got the top graphics done early. I’m waffling well, ain’t I?

Front car park, from the kitchen window.

Misty morning.

Late morning, I think.

The new bed, with the fall-out bar and a slide-under-table. It’s comfy enough for me!

It looked like the road resurfacing was all done.

Afternoon or teatime sky.

I missed the sunset due to a mind-blank.
But took this as I went to make a meal.

See the difference twixt reality (above),
and how it looked on the box?
Most disappointing taste, too!

All the bestest!