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Monday was so meddling,
Scaring, frustrating & muddling,
Constant Whoopsiedangleplopping.
My computer was malfunctioning,
I feared the end of my computing!
With the Blue Screen of death appearing!
Fell over, when waste bin manoeuvering,
Many an error and mistake making,
Mental malfunctions marauding,
My forehead acne & eczema are cohabiting! 
I just thought these were worth mentioning.
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05:15hrs: I woke, got up and was determined to get the done straight away, so I had the time to get them finished before any Carer arrived. The night sharing , and bursting-put Sneezes. I nodded off again every time, but it seemed minutes later, one or the other was back to wake me up. Tsk!The Catheter night pouch didn’t have much content. However, it was a much better colour today.

I collected and hobbled off to the wet room.
Yet the innards seemed to be gurgling?

I tried the crossword book while waiting for any action to begin from the rear end. None did! 
As I rose from the WC…
The legs looked a little misshapen, and I felt that and her lesions were creeping up the legs more today. The knees were both slightly bloated. But below them, that part of both legs had ballooned! (Out of picture)
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After shaving and washing, it was apparent that my forehead and neck were much more virile than usual. As it seemed, was the postmarks, mini-boil, and drooping eyes. Hehe!
This photo left me bamboozled. I must have taken it in the wet room because it was on the SD card between the one above the face and the legs below.
I took this just before I put on my dressing gown to leave the wet room. Did they look more inflamed than earlier? I thought so. Both cartilages and knees’ were both carrying to much flesh for my liking. 

arrived. He looked a smidgeon better than the last time I saw him. He medicated me, but I forgot to ask him to put on the socks. He checked the prescription medical draw stock and recorded it. He took the laundry down for me; bless him.

Still dark out there, but the mist is lifting, methinks.

In earnest, I started the Sunday blog. It was slow going, but progress was made without too many errors until I realised that Grammarly was not picking them up! It took me a long time to get Grammarly working again, and I still have no idea how or what I did, but it started again. Then, I had the pleasure of correcting and amending the 78 Errors I’d made. Taking me an hour and a half to get right!

Next Carer, she mopped the wet room and kitchen for me and hoovered the main room and mini hallway, too. Thank you! 

Brighter now.

She came. She had got the bug, or do they call it the Lurgi now? Poor gal was struggling. ♥ But she still put on my diabetic socks for me; bless her cotton socks. She gave me Peptac and painkillers. She needs some medications as well.

This came up on my computer…
ARGH! SOB! SPIT SHI…
Demoralised!
After following several commands from the prompts, I eventually got to the message: “Sign in with your first code number and password from when you originally bought and installed this version of Windows.” 
I tried pressing continue and got to another screen.
They asked me which installation option I wanted to select for them to reinstall Windows 10. I couldn’t even understand what they meant, so I pressed continue again. A list of several reasons for failure appeared on the screen, with the option to ‘Close the Computer’ or ‘Cancel’. Since I had no choice, I Cancelled.
The computer went off anyway.
Downhearted, I had to accept that there was nothing I could do about it. I’ve been trying to get someone to check the computer for me. I’ve asked every Carer and the Wardens if they know of anyone trusted who can help me. They all said no. I’ve only used Tech Help twice before. Both times, I got ripped off, and the computer had the same problem a few days after it had been ‘mended’. The last one, who said he was a student, gave me a telephone number to call if anything went wrong. And took his £250 quid with him, Two days later, it did. I tried ringing the number hundreds of times over the next few months, but it was never answered. I’m no better off now in getting any help.

I sulked for an hour or two, then made a meal and put the TV on. But the internet was not available it said on the TV screen. What the hell had I done now?

Again, not really knowing how to use the remote control, I risked pressing unknown what actions they are for buttons. Then I got down on the floor to check the conveniently left on the carpet by the Liberty-Global Virgin Media Engineer who installed the TV, phone and internet for me, and noticed two buttons I could press on the front of the box, a minus on one, and plus sign on the other. Which do I try? I pressed the minus, and the screen stayed the same. Later, I braved trying the plus button, and the fibre TV came on. I dare not touch the box again now…
Another problem now. Having gotten down on my knees to the box, I could not get back up on my feet again! The  catheter tube was pulling painfully when I finally got moving a little. Cartilages Carole and Chloe, Back-Pain-Brenda, Arthur Itis, and Vasculitis Vanessa joined forces to give me as much pain as possible when I tried to move the legs. Having spent about an hour manoeuvring myself near the recliner to use it as a pull-me-up, The right ankle PN electric shocks kicked off, and I landed back on the floor during what was to have been my final effort… landing on my left knee with a thud. Now I had Cartilage Chloe even more painfully giving me some!
I stayed there for a few minutes and considered using my wrist alarm to get help. I made a final effort; if this failed, I would press the wristlet, I told myself.
At long last, I was in the recliner and spent a good few minutes recovering from the incident. 

I got the Phorpain Gel out and rubbed some in both knee cartilages, and I took an extra Codeine painkiller. As I put the packet back, Shaking-Shoulder-Shirley kicked off, and the blister pack flew out of my hand as I grabbed the chair arm to steady myself. I’ve still not found where it went to yet!

Then, I sensed the smell of the food left in the saucepan on the hob! It was only on a low light, which prevented it getting burnt. I made and added some gravy to it.
The mood I was in, may have prevented me a little of enjoying the meal. But the bean stew and added baked smoked bacon. I was feeling a little sorry for myself with today’s run of bad luck… but I realised that it was nothing unusual for me.

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