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The old showerhead is breaking, and the new one is not working. I left the hot water tap running cold again. My eyes fade far too early in the day, and I have double vision, with shadows on the letters and words on the computer as and after typing.
and giving me some stick and occasionally failing. And pains. bleeding. Even a  … 
All took second place in the agony stakes today, to  and the new ailments on the block! My concentration was almost nonexistent at times. Both came in waves, eased off a little, and then returned, not at the same time, of course. They cunningly made sure that extra discomfort of some kind from one or the other was omnipresent. Even stinging away at me was almost acceptable! Naturally this happens when there is no one to call for help at the weekend.
I’d forgotten how many painkillers I’ve taken – and am about to take even more. Excuse me…
I’ve just taken the last of the liquid Codeine. When that wears off, I think what I’ll do is in the hands of the Gods. I’ve sprayed water in the left earhole three times today, but it is not getting any worse at the moment, at least. I keep putting in the olive oils regularly, too. I’m looking on the bright side!

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04:10hrs: I disconnected the side-saddle nocturnal catheter pouch. (Later on, Carer Kim said it was a 6 on the NHS colour card)
Within minutes of rising from my much-needed but short slumber, both & kicked off.
I hobbled to the wet room to see if the shower had started working. Huh! Beep-beep-beep! Water supply, “Turn off & reset” Another bother: I’ll have to ask the Caregiver in the morning to phone or get Warden Deana to phone about the shower, then phone the dentist, then phone the Audio Clinic and Doctor about the earache. I have a distinct feeling this week is going to be… well, not a good one, possibly a swine!
I went to the kitchenette to put the kettle on to have warm water available for self-ear watering and took a photo of the view. Later, I found this one on the right, on the SD card. I can’t understand why I took it.
Then I did left and right Kodaking of the wonderful light sky and beautiful clouds on offer.

I decided to take some solvable over-the-counter painkillers, spray the tooth pain-killer in the mouth and did the first ear flushing of the day. Over the day, I did five flushing of the left ear, which seemed to help a little. I also used the toothache spray six times and took painkillers.
I took the first macro photo, and I was pleased with taking this pain spray picture on the left later in the day. I got on the computer to update yesterday’s blog. It was farcical, as the pain from the toothache kept on and on. Concentrating was impossible, but I pressed on. The mind-blanks were not helping things in the slightest. Carer Kim arrived and saw straight away the state I was in. I just waffled on, not sure what to say. I was in the middle of suffering a mind blank at the time she arrived. I think she looked at the showerhead. She was certainly caring and concerned about me.
I offered nibbles and a drink in thanks. I got the photos mixed up earlier; this is the one taken in the morning. I fear there may be other errors in this blog.
Also I refilled the Carers & Nurses nibble box earlier and missed it off or got it mixed up in my muddles, pain-filled head.
Sorry.
I think I took this one later, with the first cloud shots way above.
The kids and family play area in Woodthorpe Grange Park. There was no mudslide today, and there has been no rain for ages! I have been working on the blog for hours but am not really aware of doing it at the time. Pain distorts one’s brain. How I got the photos out of sync and order, I don’t know. I do, really, but I am trying to avoid feeling sorry for myself. Hehehe!
These cloud shots I think I took from the balcony, but I most likely didn’t. I should have said I don’t know where I took these shots. The pain is getting bad now. The toothache is much worse than the earache. I kept dosing myself; I’m not sure I had any choice in the matter, really. Arrgh! Twice!
Carer Ali came. He wanted to call for an ambulance or at least 111. Bless him.
At least the ankle and legs were much better. Or is it because the toothache is worse? Tsk!
It’s mid-afternoon now, and I’ve got some potatoes in the oven. If one cooks them slowly and for longer, the potato flesh is much softer and edible. Hopefully, it’s less painful to eat, too. I said mid-afternoon, but I just looked at the clock, 19:00 hrs gone!

I better get the potatoes and find something soft to have with them. I’ll dollop a load of no-butter butter in them; that might help—or not, knowing my luck!
Back in the morning… He says!
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Carer Richard called. In a rush. My earache was a little better. The Toothache was not!
I couldn’t eat the pastry; it was too hard. But the soya and gravy were alright if I ate carefully. The lemon non-dairy pot of whatever it was called was okay.
This is a poor evening shot. No, not so. By now, it was a morning shot taken after washing the pots, pans, plate, and tray and putting some more tooth spray in my mouth. 

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THE PRISONER
The captive looks out at the world beyond his cell, erm, flat, and also beyond his capabilities to get out into. 
He can recall the past from his still semi-active long-term memory.
Marathon running, playing squash, boxing, and both of his sexual contact experiences, in great detail, actions, emotions and failures. 
What is his short-term memory? He’s wondering why he went out onto the balcony. He can clearly see His Majesties Prison Nottingham from his balcony, where the criminals are fed for free. There are no worries over doing the laundry, paying rent, or paying for the electricity. They are fed three times a day at no cost to them. Free computer access! A medical nurse is in attendance 24/7. There is a dentist, too. There are no caregivers’ bills for them. If they get tooth and earache at the same time, they will be tended to. Inchy won’t, he has to wait until Monday, then hope a friendly carer calls who will phone the dentist and doctor for him. If their showerhead stops working, they can use the one next to it and get the other repaired in less than the eight days Inchy has waited. (Up until now). and will not have to pay either; Inchy does!  Inchy doubts if they would have to wait the three years he has to to get his Glaucoma lasering done. (Up to now). Inchy had been referred to a specialist to investigate both of his cartilages, it’s been nearly a year ago now. Would the prisoners, murderers, child molesters, drug gang members, etc., have to wait so long? Inchy doubts it. Then again, he doubts his very sanity, logicality, longevity, and practicality. 
He gets more dithery, edgy, jittery, uptight, jumpy, nervy, wobbly, unstable, vacillating, doubtful, and tentative, which brings us back to his dithering. His hazey-maze of hesitation, indecisiveness, humming and hawing, equivocation. Not that it matters; he’s incapable of remembering. Only this morning, he once again left the hot water tap running!
And his ankle feels like there are worms inside, burrowing!
He’s forever worrying over everything and nothing.
I don’t know why he does this chronicling.

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